#it is so disrespectful to someone who has passed and someone who held him dear

[shyravenns]

NikPrice headcanons that I wrote at 2am

. Price doesn't bother to say much to Soap or Ghost about their relationship since they so often remind him of Nikolai and himself. He sees the same level of codependence and rapid-fire intensity that they display towards each other, and he can't help but think of the gold necklace that's neatly tucked in his shirt.

- No such thing as a slow burn for these two. If you thought Ghost and Soap were codependent then you haven't met young!nikprice. They got better as they got older, but You Can Tell

- met in a scary forest, nik got a knife held to his throat, and Price woke up three hours later in an abandoned shed with their clothes scattered everywhere god bless 🙏

- both of them have scary dog privileges

- no matter where he is, Price will always look up at the sound of a helicopter and watch it until it fades into the distance.

. Price doesn't believe in soulmates, but he remembers to thank whatever God must be out there for putting him and Nik in that God forsaken forest where they both met each other.

. They absolutely fail at pretending to be excited when they see each other. Soap snickers as Price damn near refuses to take his eyes off of Nik vs Farah who rolls her eyes at the goofy smile Nik has plastered to his face when he sees Price. They're like *children*.

- Price is a boydad and Nik is a girldad go argue with the wall

. Price so blatantly loves the faint grey hairs that are slowly beginning to grow on Nik's belly. It's a reminder that they're still alive, and that maybe that happy ending is just on the horizon for them both. He wants to grow old with him.

- Nik, who is so gleeful at the faint grey hairs that have began to show in Price's beard over the years.

- got married in a run down chapel with a priest that Nik may or may not have threatened with a knife

- they have mastered the art of silent conversations much to everyone's annoyance.

- Nik is a romantic, and if you see Price with different flowers on his desk every Friday then no you didn't.

- both of them have shot each other, and no one knows the full story (Nik has told several different versions every time someone asks)

- they hibernate in the winter or at least they try to lmao (they both love naps). There's no little spoon or big spoon, just pass out on the bed and pray that neither of them fall out.

- dear God the snores that come from the both of them 💀

- He was his King, and God help anyone who dared to disrespect his King 😤😤😤

- They both enable each other lmao they're both several shades of unhinged, and honestly it's what makes the sex between them better

- my personal au is that Nik eventually gets hurt to the point where he can't go on missions anymore, and Price does not hesitate to step back from being in the field to take care of him. He's tired, and if this is the final push for him to lay down his weapons then so be it.

- They know each others moods as innately as they would their own. Nik can read the lines of exhaustion on Price's face as clearly as ever, and Price knows the deeper meaning behind every single one of Nik's "jokes"

- Price surprising Nik with his own new identity, and taking his last name 🥺 As if Nik would ever give up his last name "Price"

- would kill for each other 100% don't even have to ask twice.

- they like to fish, but honestly Price just likes it when Nik begins telling another one of his stories while he sits back and listens to the sound of his voice and gentle waves of lake at their quaint little cabin

- Not the best cooks, but they try! Have definitely taken a cooking class together with mixed (aka illegal) results.

- Alpha/Alpha coded im not sorry

[threepointseven]

Scaramouche, Venti, and Diluc with an s/o who's revealed to be a god? 👀 The reveal could be a "Oh yeah btw, I'm a god" on the s/o's part, or it could be someone else telling them about their s/o being a god. But either way, how would they react?

A god s/o!

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= venti x gn! Reader, diluc x gn! Reader , scaramouche x gn! Reader

Note🍀=i am so sorry this took a bit longer than it shouldve! Im on vacation but i have 10 requests and i got a bit scared </3

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

- he thinks your joking

“Haha very funny dont say that ever again thats disrespectful.”

- kind of pissed 🙄🙄 (but dont worry thats just cause hes super brainwashed into worshipping the tsaritsa)

- You pout and tell him you really are and he keeps dismissing it as a joke

- It riled you up and you spent the day trying to prove to him that your a god

- But how?? I mean im pretty sure all records of your existence were wiped out as you wanted to keep your role a secret

- So the next day after staying up for way too long you force him to go to a shrine, a shrine of you!

- A very forgotten shrine run by a little family that still remember the day you helped them.

- “Why did you take me here..”

- “Ah, hello young man! We’re a shrine that worships the god Y/N L/N

- Chokes on the water he was drinking

- The little family freaks the fuck out when they find out you’re the Y/N L/N theyve been worshipping for generations

- When you get back you have to explain everything to scaramouche..

- FINDS IT COOL NGL BUT HE’d NEVER TELL A SOUL😡😡 (he’s too much of a narcissist-)

- He loves it so much when you tell stories about when you were still a well known god

- He’ll have a soft smile when you babble about your adventured every night before falling asleep in his arms, its so sweet.

- ITS TOP SECRET!!! But when he’s free and your busy he goes to the shrine that worships you and kinda just rants 💔

- He knows he’s not the ideal boyfriend so a part of him hopes that maybe if he pays his respects to your god consciousness maybe you’ll forgive him </3

- But also he will force u into a duel and force u into using ur god powers👹

- You actually end up losing cause you dont want to punt that idiotic twink into space with your power💀💀💀

- Overall he thinks its so cool but he wont tell you that, and he spends an alarming amount of money buying ancient ass books that are about you when you were a god to the public

(Once during an arguement he said the tsaritsa shouldve killed you in the archon war but thats a diff convo for a diff prompt-)

Venti

- how he found out was actually so surprising, zhongli was visiting mondstat and his reason? You!

- Venti HATED the fact he was gonna visit you so he practically gatekeeped you, he slapped away zhongli’s hand when he tried to play with ur hair🙄

“Why are you even visiting them anyways you two are practically strangers to eachother! >:((“

“I assume they havent told you, Y/N is a god that assisted me during the archon war.”

“Huh”

- he needs a minute to process that 😦

- Takes a shot before coming back to you ready to bombard you with questions

“WHY DID YOU ASSIST THIS OLD DUDE INSTEAD OF ME WINDBLUME?! I FEEL BETRAYED!!”

- so dramatic about it💔

- He forces you to tell him about your journeys as a god in the past and once he tried to sneak into the church to modify a holy book about the anemo

- Archon and put in “Barbatos was inlove with the god Y/N L/n” 💀💀 cheeky mf

- He’s also unbelievably happy about it. He’s immortal and he’s so goddamn inlove with you so there were multiple nights where

- He held onto your figure for dear life since he knew one day, you were gonna pass.

- But now he knows as long as he keeps you safe, you wont be visiting celestia any time soon again!

Diluc

- the day he found out was actually terrifying and highly traumatizing for him-

- You two ran into a ruin guard during a little night stroll and you were exhausted so you easily got kicked around by the ruin, you ended up getting punched right in the face by those irritating metal gears around the ruin guard

- The sound of your grunt of pain made your boyfriend furious and he quickly dealt with the ruin guard.

- Hes so scared you died- literally leaps to you to help you and to his surprise you were busy on the ground groaning about how it hurt a bit while your body healed itself

- He never knew you knew healing magic so he was so confused-

“Y-your okay?”

“Diluc im a god of course i dont die to something like that!”

- does not take you seriously until you show him books about you

- He feels so ashamed for not believing you </3

- He actually really wants to learn more about you during the archon war and knows a lot of things about your ‘god’ role now!

- Probably more than you.

- He searches all through tevyat to find remaining items that were used to pay respects to you and worship you to put in his mansion

- YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSED BUT HE INSISTS 😡

- One time you took on your god form for a little while and he swears on his life you were the most majestic thing he’s ever seen, hangs up paintings and tapestry’s related to your history around the home, its like hes converted his religion or something🤕

- I like to think diluc likes to draw as a stress relief thing, he isnt as good as albedo but he’s definitely good!!

- So when your cuddling with him he tends to take a sketch book and sketch your face, he loves everything about you and he practically memorized what your god form looks like for the sake of drawing you

[nightowlfandom]

Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

Just wanna say if you see your name used here, I don’t have beef with you okay? I had a random name generator in another tab and just used the first name I saw.

Once again someone doesn’t want me to be great so....this might be the only post today because I....dunno I can’t post when I’m not in a good mood and its been real shitty.

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Leggo!

...

You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more. 

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people. 

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course. 

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman. 

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss. 

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck. 

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

 “When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?” 

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

[princess-earthquake-the-third]

So.... Tumblr decided to delete that Xiaoven fanfic I wrote,so I'm gonna repost it, hopefully it won't be eaten by the abyss now I'd like to know what you guys think.

Title: a delightful breeze.

The night was quiet, the sky dotted with stars twinkling in a beautiful dance against a black canvas.The silver light of the moon reflected off the waters of Dihua march,and the residents of the wangshu inn all were asleep, except for one particularly peculiar yaksha.

Xiao sat at his usual spot, looking deep in thought, his golden eyes on the night sky,searching for answers.He let out an exasperated sigh,head down from frustration.

A small breeze passed by him,as if brushing his hair comfortingly,and with it came a dark haired bard,white feathery wings on his back,like an angel.Floating right infront of him,the bard smiled cheekily,Xiao returned the smile but his was less cheeky,and more tired.

"Venti,What brings you here?" Asked Xiao.

"Oh just passing by, thought I'd drop by the most beautiful person I know" Replied Venti, grinning in mid-air.

"Still ever the charmer,huh?" Chuckled Xiao.

"Of course!I'd be a terrible bard if I lacked charm!"

Xiao fell into silence,while Venti raised an eyebrow and asked "Is something bothering you?"

"W-what?no ,no I'm fine" Xiao said , unfortunately for him he wasn't the best at hiding his emotions, especially around Venti.

"Darling, it's very clear that something's bothering you, it's written all over your face" Venti frowned slightly, getting closer and closer to him.

Xiao backed away,"it's nothing worth mentioning" he didn't face Venti to try and hide his expression.

"Xiao..." Venti scolded, frowning even more and putting his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother.

He dropped down to the balcony, folding his wings, and approached Xiao,who was still looking away,Venti grabbed his hands,and whispered softly"I know talking about how you feel is hard for you,but it's better than keeping it bottled up,you know?"

They stood there for a bit,he sighed,and thinking to himself he came up with an idea.

"Aha!I know what to do!" He exclaimed, prompting Xiao to look at him with a questioning stare.

He snapped his fingers and a gust of wind carried both of them off the balcony,now in the sky ,Venti's cheeky smile returned,his white wings opened again,with stray feathers here and there, his hand still held Xiao's.

"What are you doing?"Xiao asked , trying to balance himself somehow.

"A change of scenery might help you feel better!" Venti answered ,but Xiao was not as amused as he was.

"Is this truly necessary?" He complained, although he didn't entirely mind the experience,"Yes!" Venti shouted back.

And so Xiao was reluctantly dragged into wherever Venti was taking him,after a while he was starting to get antsy,and by the time they crossed the borders of Liyue his patience was starting to run out.

"How long are we going to be flying?" Xiao nagged ,"a bit longer my dear,but this is fun, don't you think?" Smiled Venti.

"Barbatos" He grumbled,the only time he called Venti by that name was when he was angry.

"Okay okay , I'm going down,we've reached our destination anyway" Venti gave an apologetic smile and slowly lowered them,once his feet touched the ground,Xiao looked around him to find himself in windrise,by the enormous tree of monstadt.

The tree looked as beautiful under the moonlight as it did under the rays of the sun,the shadows of the trees,shrubs and bushes danced as they were moved by the refreshing wind circling the area.

Venti ran to the tree and flew up one of it's huge branches, looking back at Xiao "catch me if you can!" smirking,he jumped from one branch to another going up.

Xiao sighed and started following him,it wasn't hard at all,he could easily catch up to Venti,and he did, grabbing Venti mid-air bridal style.

"Oh my,who might this handsome fellow be?" Venti teased,Xiao's eyes were about to fall out of his eye sockets from how hard he rolled them.

"I'm going to drop you"He threatened jokingly, trying to cover the smile that was forming around his mouth,but failing miserably, honestly if someone had seen the face that he was making,they would've thought he was having a bowl movement, Luckily Venti has gotten used to the wierd faces.

"How cruel!" Said Venti, dramatically putting a hand over his chest,"the betrayal!how can I live with this!"

Xiao promptly dropped the bard,he fell into the top of the tree on a bed of leaves,which does sound very uncomfortable,but it was much more cozy than expected.

"Hey! that was uncalled for!"he protested, wiping off the leaves that covered his face.

"Was it?" Xiao laughed, picking the rest of the leaves that were stuck in Venti's hair,one two three four and much more,how did he even manage to gather that many in his hair?

"Well,Maybe not but still!"

The two of them finally settled down,Venti draped his wings, flapping them to get rid of whatever leaves stuck to them,he crossed his legs and leaned back,while Xiao hugged his and rested his chin on his knees.

The green hills,the rustling of leaves ,the shimmering light of the moon,the crystal flies slowly moving from one place to another, leaving a trail of shiny particles were all very inviting.

Xiao took a deep breath,the air was clear and soothing,like a pleasant song,it seemed as though every problem and every bit of worry simply vanished,even for a moment,but they still came back, haunting, stinging needles,Xiao buried his face between his arms.

"Why did you bring me here?" He wondered, breaking the silence.

"This is my favorite place,I come here whenever I feel down,so I thought I'd bring you here!"Venti answered enthusiastically.

" it's certainly very calming"

"I know, right?"

Xiao went silent yet again,but this time Venti felt that he was about to add more,he stared at Xiao expectantly.

Xiao took a deep breath,and finally said"I guess you're right, avoiding the problem does no good"

"Do you want to talk about it then?"

"I suppose so,yes" added Xiao"It's.....about lord Rex lapis"

"Ugh,what did that block head do?"

"He....didn't do anything"

"Huh?" Venti replied ,brow twisted in confusion.

"Do you know about what happened at the rite of decension?"he inquired .

"Yeah" Venti answered,the traveler had told him some of what transpired in their time in Liyue ,so he had an idea of the events that occurred,even if they didn't,he had asked Zhongli at that point.

"It has to do with that" Xiao added ,voice slightly brittle,"After what happened ,I....I started to think"

"About what?"

"About why lord rex lapis would feel the need to test us like that"

"I understand why he would do it,but part of me feels as Though I wasn't good enough,I wasn't worthy of his trust"he blurted out.

"And I know that thinking this way is a stupid thing to do,I know that" he was frustrated.

‌

"this doesn't stop the voice in my head telling me that if I was better at my duties,then maybe lord rex lapis wouldn't have felt the need to test us,to test me-" he stopped, burying his face in his arms"maybe he wouldn't have left....."

"And that makes me feel worthless,like all I did was for nothing" he added.

Silence seemed to sneak it's way into their little dates every now and then, usually it was a comforting silence,neither felt the need to be constantly talking,but this silence was suffocating for Xiao,face still covered by his arms ,he didn't move, simply waited for whatever Venti was about to say.Xiao heard the sound of a few leaves shuffling,when he looked up Venti had moved near him.

"what you do is important"Venti finally spoke"everyday you make sure the people of Liyue are safe, you're not worthless."He held Xiao's hand.

Xiao seemed somewhat relieved, although there was still something bothering him,Venti caught on to this.

"Do you miss him?" Venti probed.

"Yeah....." He whispered,face turning slightly red from embarrassment.

"Awww darling , don't be embarrassed, it's okay to miss your dad!"whether he was serious or just teasing Xiao remained to be seen.

"He's not my father!" Xiao exclaimed,now red as a tomato,he hid his face in his arms again.

"You know,you could always just visit him"suggested Venti,it seemed he wasn't jesting this time"you know where he is, don't you?"

"I.... don't want to disrespect his wish,he wanted to live as a human"

"Yeah,but that doesn't mean you have to stop talking to him"

"Doesn't it?" Xiao lifted his face, looking into the distance"he's a "human" now,and I'm an Adeptus"

"Think of it this way,You don't have to go as the vigilante yaksha, protector of Liyue ,slayer of demons yada yada" Venti flailed his arms around"you could go as just Xiao"

"Just Xiao....?" He didn't understand what Venti meant,what else was there to him? isn't that what he is?that was his duty,what else is there?

" there is much more to you than that" Venti smiled,this smile wasn't cheeky or sassy or sarcastic,it was a genuine smile,it made Xiao blush ,and he was just getting over being embarrassed.

"Xiao likes almond tofu,he thinks crystal flies are pretty,he likes snow" Venti listed,Xiao on the other hand was getting more and more confused,"he doesn't like meat rolls,he doesn't like crowds of people"

"Xiao is diligent,Xiao is caring,Xiao isn't alone,Xiao is loved,Xiao is-" Venti stopped mid-sentence ,he clasped Xiao's face in his hands and added"Xiao is amazing,and if he doesn't realize that, I'm gonna write a hundred songs to show how wonderful he is!"

The adeptus laughed"please don't do that,I can only handle so much of your singing" he didn't mind Venti singing,in fact he very much enjoyed it,but considering the bard's tendencies,he had to stop him otherwise Venti might have gone through with that.

"W-what if he doesn't want to see me-"

"What if he does?"Venti interjected"You shouldn't make that choice for him"

"If he doesn't,which is very unlikely by the way, it's not going to be the end of the world"the so called tone deaf bard added.

"You'll still have the traveler,the other adepti,and you'll still have me"

Xiao had an epiphany at that moment,it seemed as though his thoughts became clearer,like the fog was lifted.

"So?" Venti asked"what are you going to do now?"

"I guess a visit wouldn't hurt..." Xiao whispered.

The corners of his mouth slowly twisted, revealing an award winning smile,at least according to Venti,the adeptus rarely ever smiled ,but when he genuinely did,it was one of the most beautiful sight the bard had ever seen.

Xiao leaned closer to Venti , planting a kiss on his forehead,the bard was caught so off guard that his wings shot open,his cheeks were painted with a pink hue ,and he had the goofiest smile on his face,the adeptus leaned back and said "Thank you".

"That was a direct attack!" Venti replied"you know what that means!" He promptly tackled Xiao, sending both of them into the leaves, giggling like the idiots they are.

After the laughing died down,Venti set his eyes to Xiao's,and they were locked in a staring contest, although thier eyes were full of nothing but love,"You're welcome" Venti whispered, caressing Xiao's cheek,Xiao returned the gesture by holding his hand.

In that moment, nothing mattered,they were together,they were happy.

Epilogue:

The sun was slowly starting to set,the sky was painted a beautifully golden hue,and thus the end of another day for the wangsheng funeral parlor's consultant was marked.

Zhongli was organizing some random books, putting them on the shelf,when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Greetings,how may I help you?" He said, not looking back,he didn't need to,he already knew who it was.

Xiao looked so out of place,he was nervous,he rubbed his neck"I-Im just passing by,I can come another time if you're busy-"

"That won't be necessary, I'm already done with my duties ,so I'm currently free" Zhongli finally turned to face him"would you like some tea then?it won't take long to brew"

"S-sure-" Xiao stuttered, Zhongli slowly approached Xiao,the latter averted his gaze out of embarrassment,once Zhongli was close enough,he extended his hand and patted Xiao's head, smiling"I'm glad you decided to visit" he beamed.

"M-me too" although his eyes were on the ground,Xiao was quite relieved.

Once the tea was made ,the two sat down and talked for hours.

The end.

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White Rabbit - Choi Jongho Absolem (Blue Catterpilar) - Kang Yeosang Cheshire Cat - Kim Hongjoong Mad Hatter - Choi San Haigha (March Hare) - Jung Wooyoung Tweedle Dee - Song Mingi Tweedle Dum - Jeong Yunho Bloody Red King - Park Seonghwa

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“She, my friends, is going to trick the King.”

The room echoed with gasps from the crowd.

"Aaaabsolem," the Hatter sang "are you trying to take my place as the mad one? That is not very nice!"

"I'm dead serious. The King has obviously taken a liking to her, she came back to us with a dress and with her head still attached to her body. The King took her for a stroll in the garden! She's the only one that can get close to him. Get close to him, and kill him."

You tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him in disbelief. Was he serious?

"Sir, or whatever it is I'm supposed to call a caterpillar, I'm not about to kill someone."

"Tell me, what are you going to do?"

You gulped. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know where you were, you weren't even sure you were alive. But from not knowing what to do to committing murder, it went a long, long way.

"I can help you get close to him. That is as far as I'll go. I don't know the laws of this place or the morals anyone has, but where I'm from you can't just kill someone."

The hatter walked closer to you and caressed your cheek.

"My dear, the only law in Wonderland is that you can't disrespect the King's wishes."

"And does the King wish to die?"

The Hatter laughed loudly.

"I supposed not... Sucks to be him I guess! Off you go!" The Hatter said, grabbing your old dress and pushing you into a room to get dressed back into the horrid black and red, heart-decorated dress.

Once you came back all of their faces scrunched in disgust. The King really had ruined red for everyone...

"Alright beautiful, hmm here's the deal," Cheshire told you, twirling and swirling around in the air before settling right beside you "I have so kindly volunteered to take you to the castle. You're not entering thought, you will lay right outside under one of the trees, and you will pretend to be passed out, as our dear Tweedles inform the King that they saw a pretty lady with a black and red dress passed out not far from the castle. The card Knights will bring you in and you will tell the King you were scared when he started yelling. Apologize. You have to apologize, make sure he knows that you think you're in the wrong, because if he starts thinking that you blame him for something he'll lose his mind... And you'll lose your head!"

His tongue grazed along his sharp teeth and he chuckled lowly.

"And that's where Hatter comes in. After a few days, you tell him that he should get a new crown, a bigger one, and you suggest him to commission one from your good friend Hatter. And when Hatter tries to get the measurements, he'll kill the king. Make sure you find the witch in the castle, the King keeps her locked in a cage where she can't perform her magic."

You looked around the room, meeting everyone's expectant (and slightly insane) eyes.

"Fine, but you have to promise that while I'm away you find a way out of here, to send me back home."

The Wonderlanders looked around, with uncertainty in their eyes. They agreed to the promise they knew they would never be able to accomplish. They didn't even know where to start! But if lying was a step closer to their freedom, then so be it.

After going over the plan once more, Cheshire escorted you to the palace. The trip was mostly quiet, aside from his incessant humming and occasional curious questions about your origins. Cheshire kind of scared you... Although he was quite small compared to everyone else you had met, something about him made him very eerie. Maybe it was the way he smiled so widely, maybe it was his sharp teeth or the way his fearless eyes stared at everyone with a seemingly ghoulish look, but the fact was that he scared you beyond belief.

"Hmm, we're here darling." Cheshire sang in his creepy, mellow voice.

You looked at him briefly and watched him disappear into thin air without so much as a goodbye.

You laid under the big tree. The stump was purple and its blue leaves formed a big heart (unsurprisingly), and the soft foliage slowly fell beside you as you tried your best to seem passed out. Soon enough you heard the familiar heavy footsteps and rustling of armor, and you assumed the card Knights were near.

"Miss?" A raspy, deep voice called, as the owner poked you with his sharp spear.

Classy.

You slowly opened your eyes and pretended to be confused with your surroundings.

"Miss it appears you have passed out. The King requires your immediate presence in the castle."

The faceless card Knight commanded two other Knights to pick you up, and so they did, carrying you to the castle not so gently. Once you were past the big, heavy gates you could see the King anxiously (or furiously, you couldn't quite tell) pacing around the big garden decorating the front of the castle.

"Here she is, my King."

The cards released you roughly, nearly pushing you onto the ground.

"Careful! Idiots!" The King yelled and scurried to help you.

He looked into your fearful eyes, and although he could not recognize emotions to save a life, he could tell something wasn't right.

"Should we go for a stroll? I must talk to you..."

You accepted the King's request by taking the hand he extended to you.

"I-I'm sorry for running away, I shouldn't have done that."

You looked down at the grass as you apologized, too afraid to look him in the eye.

"Do I scare you?"

You stopped dead in your tracks and glanced briefly at the King. His eyes were not evil but showed curiosity and hurt instead.

There was a conflict in you, between wanting to be honest and wanting to keep your head. You flinched suddenly as the King's cold hands held yours.

"Please be honest, if the reply must be yes I promise there will be no consequences..."

You gulped.

"Well... Yes, you do scare me a little."

The King looked at the ground, with an adorably confused expression and scrunched nose.

"I guess I could have guessed that... But please, what scared you? What can I do to... not scare you?"

You were baffled that the tyrant King of this land was willing to change for someone like you.

"You must calm down Seonghwa, the way you yelled at someone because of the roses really scared me... Especially the way you asked to get them killed."

The King looked genuinely confused.

"But darling, don't they look so much better in red? Besides, what am I supposed to do to the incompetent peasants?"

"Well, maybe you could reward the people who do well, so the people who don't do well will work harder!"

The King had a disgusted face as you suggested that.

"My darling they are hardly people..."

You looked at him apprehensively.

"Fine, I'll consider your proposal, but only if you join me for dinner. I want to get to know you better."

"I accept your invitation, I have some questions myself."

The King took your hand and lead you inside the palace and up the slippery marble stairs. Everything in the castle was adorned with gold, and every wall had a painting of the King. Both of your shoes clicked against the floor in a movie-like way as you made your way into the big dining hall, that had all types of expensive-looking food.

"Where should I sit?"

The King stood behind a chair right on the other end of the table.

"Here, of course, opposed to me."

You cocked your head and looked at him as if he was stupid.

"Seonghwa how are we supposed to talk if we're so far away?"

"Hm..." The King thought for a second, tapping his chin with his index finger "Well I suppose you could sit next to me."

You smiled and took a seat next to the one where the King sat. It was pretty obvious from the extravagant, unique chair that it was there where he usually sat to have his meals.

"Well, I don't mean to sound rude but I don't even know your name. What should I call you?"

You watched a frogman served the King a couple of slices of whatever animal was roasted and served in a silver platter in front of you. You hadn't even realized he didn't know your name.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

"Oh! What a peculiar name! Tell me, Y/N, what is it that you want to ask me?"

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑺/𝑶 𝑰𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑼𝒑 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎

★彡𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔彡★

Hongjoong didn't know what to do, or how to approach the situation with you. So he decided to go to Eden for help. He explained how he overheard his manager harshly telling you to end things with him, and how he was just now realizing that was the reason why you hadn't been yourself lately with him.

He also confided how he was scared of you actually following through with it. It actually seemed like you were planning on it.

"How important is Y/N to you?" Eden asked him.

Hongjoong didn't hesitate to reply:

"They're my everything. My manager tells them they're a distraction for me and hold me back from my work, but it's the opposite. They motivate me to do even better. Their support is what helps me get through the endless hours in the studio......

I love them."

Eden donned a proud fatherly smile as he told Hongjoong.

"Well Hongjoong, if you don't want to let them go, tell them that. Communication is important in a relationship. Talk it out amongst yourselves and then figure out what you each want to do."

"But what if manager-nim?-"

"Then he'll have to deal with me." Eden cut him off, a grin on his face as he returned his gaze to the monitor in front of him.

Hongjoong felt relieved to know he had a supporting and understanding mentor like him.

★彡𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂彡★

Seonghwa brought up one night how you seemed a little distant now, not just from him, but from the other members too.

"It's nothing." You tried assuring him, but the slight tremor in your voice was a dead giveaway.

"Y/N please. What's going on? I can't help you if you don't let me in. So what's going on?"

You broke down in tears and just held onto him, as you told him all the horrible things his manager told you: how you didn't deserve someone like Seonghwa and constantly belittling you in an effort to make you break up with him, which was almost successful.

Almost.

Seonghwa was disgusted by his manager's behavior. He couldn't believe he'd dare say those things to you.

"Baby look at me. None of that is true. I love you and I'm happy to have you in my life. Ok? If anything, I don't deserve someone as caring and patient like you. I'm an idol who barely has time for you, but you never complain and are very understanding. So thank you for being a part of my life."

His words brought back the smile on your face that he missed seeing so much. It had been a while since you genuinely smiled at him.

From then on, Seonghwa made sure to protect you. He refused to let you out of his sight and kept you near him whenever you came to keep him company in any of his schedules. He may not confront his manager about it, but the warning glares he'd sent his way made it clear he wasn't going to give him the chance to disrespect you anymore.

★彡𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐彡★

Yunho looked at the envelope. He'd recognize your handwriting anywhere. It had been 4 months since he'd last seen your handwriting, let alone your face after you broke up with him unexpectedly and inexplicably. It absolutely crushed him.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully tore the top of the envelope, wanting to take care of what may be the last memoir he'd have of you. He opened the letter addressed to him, and poured over its contents. He reread it over and over again, a frown forming on his face as the answer as to why you left him was finally answered.

Yunho wasn't one to get angry easily, but he couldn't help himself as he slammed his fist against the table. Now it all made sense. Not wasting a minute, he picked up his jacket and sped out the door, colliding with Mingi on the way out the door.

"Whoah! Yunho where are you going?!" Mingi called out to him.

"To get the love of my life back!" He responsed.

Yunho went all the way to your house. You barely cracked open the door when he was already bursting inside like a mad man, engulfing you in a tight embrace which kinda startled you.

"So you didn't break with me because you fell out of love?" That was the only concern he had all this time.

You immediately shook your head.

"No. I just thought it'd be better for you if I left..." You repeated part of what he already knew from your letter.

"Well it wasn't. It was agony going 84 days without seeing or hearing from you. I was going insane." He confessed.

You blushed a little.

"You mean to tell me you actually counted the time we were apart?"

"What can I say? I'm just a lovesick puppy who can't live without you and hopes you'll adopt him again." He pouted cutely at you, knowing fully well it'll get you to say yes.

★彡𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈彡★

Yeosang knew for a while what his manager had been telling you. He never brought it up to you, but not because he didn't care. But because he wanted to see how you would react. Would you actually follow through with the threats? Or would you trust him enough to come talk to him about it?

"Yeosang......could we talk?"

By the way you were fidgeting your fingers and avoiding eye contact with him, his heart sank. You weren't really going to do this, were you?

"Yeosang I think it'll be good for you if-"

"Stop. I know what you're going to say." He cut you off, not wanting you to go on.

"No you don't." You said.

"Yes I do! You're trying to break up with me! Aren't you?" He didn't mean to raise his voice, but he was frustrated and his emotions got the better of him.

You looked down at the floor and nodded. Yeosang sighed softly as his hands reached out and caressed your arms.

"Is this because of what my manager told you?"

You snapped your head at him. How on earth did he know?

"Yes Y/N, I know. I never said anything because I thought...... I hoped you'd come to me and talk about this....not throw our relationship away just like that...." His voice cracked a little as he fought with himself to hold his tears back.

You hugged him tightly and sobbed.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't mean to.... I'm sorry.." You apologized.

Yeosang's hands patted your head his voice soothing you as he began assuring you:

"It's ok. But please don't break up with me because of this. We'll get through this together ok? Just trust and believe in me."

★彡𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏彡★

San refused to calm down.

"I'm going right over there and getting his ass fired."

His demeanor frightened you so much, you held him back from going out the door.

"Don't San! It might cause more harm than good!" You pleaded with him.

"How do you expect me to stay still when my manager is threatening my s/o to break up with me? Why should he interfere in our relationship?" He exclaimed.

You pulled him back to the couch. With a little help from Byeol, you managed to calm him down enough to have a rational and civilised conversation with him.

"So what do you want to do?" You asked him.

"I'll tell you one thing I for sure don't want: I don't want you breaking up with me. Scrap any idea of that cause I won't allow it and neither would Byeol." He warned you as he held the cat up against your face, making you giggle.

You both ended up agreeing to just ignore his manager. San also thought it'd be better if you just didn't see him at the company or anywhere his manager would be. He wasn't going to expose you to any uncomfortable situation with him anymore.

But also because he didn't want you finding out that he'd been acting out a lot around his manager. Purposefully ignoring him, and overall rebelling against anything he said. He was petty and he wasn't going to hide it. Every time his manager passed by, he'd squint his eyes at him as if trying to set him on fire.

"San are you ok?" Jongho asked him.

"I'm fine. What are you talking about?" San feigned a smile.

"I'm talking about the fact that you're seemingly trying to cause anarchy here." Jongho raised an eyebrow at him.

San paused for a minute before asking:

"Do you want to join in?"

Jongho looked at him for a moment before agreeing.

"Yeah sure. It was getting boring here anyways."

★彡𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊彡★

Mingi looked around the 4 walls that had kept him company for the past 12 minutes. He still didn't know why the guys would lock him in there with no explanation.

He shifted in his seat when he heard a commotion outside, followed a loud opening of the door.

"Put me down Jongho! Put me down!"

Mingi stiffened when he heard your voice after so long. He watched as Jongho placed you in the seat in front of him. You widened your eyes at him.

"Now that we got both of you here, start talking." Wooyoung commanded you two, but no sound came out of either of your mouths.

"There's nothing to talk about Wooyoung....we broke up a month ago..." Mingi said quietly, trying not to break down again.

"But why exactly? Hmm. Tell him Y/N. Tell him the real reason you broke up and him. We're not letting you out until you do."

Wooyoung and Jongho stood by the door, not budging until one of you said something. You took a deep breath and told Mingi the truth: how their manager threatened you and practically forced you to break up with Mingi. It broke his heart to find out how much you suffered, how you went through a lot and he wasn't there to protect you. Grabbing your hands, he told you:

"I'm sorry you had to go through all this that because of me. I'm sorry I didn't protect you... but please don't leave me again. Let's give our relationship one more try. I still love you and I promise I'll make sure you don't have to go through that again."

★彡𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈彡★

"Wooyoung, will you promise to behave and not cause any trouble or let your manager know what I told you?"

Wooyoung smiled as innocently as he could to you.

"Don't worry love. You know you can trust me. And thank you for telling me about this. I'm so happy you have full and complete trust in me to let me know about this and most of all, thank you for not breaking up with me."

"Remember to act normal." You reminded him.

"Of course dear!"

But not even 5 minutes into the photoshoot, he was huffing in the corner, arms crossed as he stared daggers into his manager's back.

"Biiitch." Wooyoung muttered under his breath whenever his manager passed anywhere near him.

"Y/N told you to behave. I'm going to tell them all you've done so far." Yeosang threatened him.

"Sniiitch." Wooyoung now targeted him.

Yeosang rolled his eyes at him.

"So what's your plan?" Yeosang asked him.

"I want him fired. And you're going to help me." Wooyoung huffed.

"No I'm not." Yeosang shook his head.

"Yes you are." Wooyoung insisted.

"No I am not. Don't drag me into this mess. I'm not getting in trouble." Yeosang didn't budge.

"I got dirt on you. And if Seonghwa Hyung found out about it..." Wooyoung smirked at him.

"Ok so here's the plan." Yeosang made a complete 180°, making Wooyoung laugh.

"I knew 6 years of friendship meant a lot to you."

★彡𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐彡★

Ever since Jongho caught his manager saying horrible things to you and demanding you broke up with him, he was furious. Yunho and Mingi had to hold him back from possibly breaking him in half or murdering him.

"Oh great. Jongho found a better way to take his anger out with other than breaking apples." Hongjoong said as he passed by the living room, where Seonghwa was sitting on the couch and Jongho was on the floor, writing something rapidly on a sheet of paper.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it better but ok." Seonghwa replied.

Glancing down at Jongho, he motioned to a certain section.

"You misspelled insubordination." Seonghwa pointed out.

"It doesn't have to be perfect!" Jongho exclaimed.

"How do you expect the CEO to take you seriously in your attempt to get our manager fired when you can't even write properly?!" Seonghwa chastised him.

Hongjoong shut the refrigerator door.

"Attempt at what?" He quickly rushed over and snatched the paper away from Jongho.

Turns out, it was a letter to the CEO, demanding their manager be fired with a list of reasons why.

"Seonghwa! And you allowed this? And you Jongho! I get you're upset but this is going too far! Don't make me take you to my room." Hongjoong threatened.

"Take my baby into your room and you'll be sleeping on the couch for a month Kim Hongjoong." Seonghwa warned him.

"He's not your kid and we're not even married!"

"Either way his ass is getting fired. I won't rest until it happens." Jongho stated as he went to finish his task.

"Ok. I give you points for determination." Hongjoong admitted dejectedly.

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[pen-observing]

My Only One iv - final

Diavolo and you have been together for a century. While time flies, the last decade has not been kind to either of you. He is about to become the King and while you have subjected yourself to transformations, just to live with your beloved, the pressure is unending. You live your life publicly. It is no luxury. Not having an heir when 100 years have passed tears you apart- just as much as it divides those that you inevitably rule. A solution comes like the last ray of hope. Go to an enchanted fortress used for fixes of the worst kind. Subject yourself to even more hexes to have the possibility of producing an heir. It’s just for a year. A short time for those immortal. A long time for those in a complex relationship, especially when for the sake of efficiency, letters are the only means of communication you are allowed to have with outsiders.

Warnings: none

i / ii / iii / _   

To say that your feet felt lighter and the frozen ground finally melted after the letter from the brothers would be an understatement.

Hope. Hope in its trues form finally existed for you again. Too many years did hope have the same colour as Diavolo’s eyes. You almost forgot other potent sources of such a feeling. My dear, you forgot that hope was held within.

As your sanity finally made peace with your inner being; everything else started to fall into place. Diavolo’s paragraphs upon paragraphs; drawing a lie within a dream still stung; but, you did not go crazy. Power was flowing back to you.  

The letters from the brothers varied on topics decided by the hand that wrote them. Admittedly, based on the handwriting, some were easier to read than others. But their meaning; their essence; their love was never to be questioned.

Karasu was proud with the step-by-step recovery you were making. Those watchful eyes were full of kindness and wonder while you grew into a cheerful state. Well, as cheerful as the circumstances would allow.

The room wasn’t messy anymore. Your treatment was moving along smoothly. The interest about people in charge of you grew. They respected, while still being able to doubt, the genuine curiosity held from a future Ruler. They did not tell you everything but a difference between privacy and secrecy was established. Based on such occasions you managed to find out that one of the witches dedicated her whole life to this. She could never, ever, have kids because of a pact. However, seeing others live out that oh so feeble dream of hers; would mean happiness.

It was astounding that a pure motive existed within these walls. You marvelled at it. And life began to marvel at you.  

Month nine marked the witch leaping at you with such joy in the privacy of one of the examination rooms. She held your arms tightly. She delivered the news with a strong voice. “You, you! Your treatment exceeded every expectation they set! You can have children now! You can bear a child. You can give birth to Devildom’s future!”

The news shocked you. Now? Right now? This was as sudden as time itself.   What does this mean when you are unsure about the man who swore to be the best father? He also swore to be a true lover; look how that turned out.

But there was no way you could allow yourself to break in front of this person. There was no way your humanity would disrespect the witch’s joy for you; the life long dedication.

You gently held her hands with a genuine smile prompted by her honest hope. You thanked her from the bottom of your heart; even if it was still broken.

That interaction meant that the time of your solitude in this fortress was at its end. It meant you had to return to the frightening outside world. But how?  

The end that once was sure to spark joy was no more. Confusion was torturing you now; unrelenting. 

What now?

A long conversation with Karasu followed where you weighted every option of return. Should you notify Diavolo? What will you do once you see him again? Could you ever find a small corner of your heart that would ensure forgiveness upon the man you loved more than any other?  

Karasu knew you. Karasu patiently listened and answered all questions.  

It was decided that as a person who makes memories out of feelings; as an impulsive human who observes and makes decisions based on natural states- Diavolo would not be notified of your return.

You had to see him in his true state: unprepared, surprised; to realise if the relationship could be mended.  

The brothers however, will know. You are not ashamed to admit that you asked them a favour - making necessary preparations. Evoking the pact to make sure secrecy was upheld like a virtue. They didn’t mind. They knew you trusted them and this was just to ensure Lucifer’s silence to the man that betrayed you.

And in uncertainty, while lacking bravery; you set out. Back to the castle. Back home.

But the ride back was less pleasant than the experiments. Countless scenarios plagued your mind. Your sanity was seemingly throwing different conversations your way. 

Menacing. Dramatic. Sad.

Then suddenly in a leap of love- it hit you with grandiose romantic gestures of apology. Honey words that felt true.  

What will Diavolo do when you meet again? Everything depended on that.

Could it be that he even betrayed those daydreams of yours? Stepping outside, in front of the gate, clearly showed that fate would not answer your questions soon enough. 

Time, bewildering time, my dear.

Diavolo did not welcome you- Barbatos did. How expected of him to be so calm by your sudden return. His demeanour always amazed you. Even while expressing his surprise upon such a turn of events he remained eloquent. Almost idyllic.     

The man controlled time, he toyed with it in an intricate dance; why were you so surprised? Was it because in those daydreams, in those silly expectations of yours; Diavolo was the only man you wondered about? Where was he right now?

Barbatos led you inside the tea room. Was he toying with you now as well?  

This room. This intricately decorated room was always your favourite inside a castle which felt enormous; never ending. Ceaseless. The word home could have been this room by itself. Why?  It was always warm. Cozy.  It was where you would spend time while Diavolo was relentlessly busy.  It was where you would relentlessly force him to take breaks.

Most of all, It was where the two of you existed outside of pressure. It was where the two of you kissed for the first time. Countless nights of love and pleasure happened right here.

Barbatos was definitely toying with you. If he did not become a close friend over all of these years you would have cursed him out.

He brought a sweet aroma in your favourite tea cup.   Yup. He set it down with a gentle smile. You definitely would have cursed him out for using gold-lined tea cups Diavolo gifted you.

Your eyes stayed on his figure while, unable to resist, the cup found way into your hand. There was no need to ask Barbatos anything. He remained a perfect butler.

“My Lord will be here momentarily. If we were notified of your return, we would have cleared his schedule.”

A slip up.  Barbatos made a mistake. Unfathomable.

His words were serene once again. Just like when you departed. The surface of the water is serene, what goes on below? What did his seemingly simple words hide?

Did he say it on purpose? Did he do so out of care for you?  

“Barbatos.”  

You have to be brave now more than ever my dear. Barbatos gave it away in case you were not aware. How kind of him.

“Yes? Is there something not to your liking?” “I noticed how you referred to Diavolo as my Lord, not our. This had changed since I left.”

Silence. Continue to be brave.

“I know Barbatos. I know that his hands have touched someone else. I know that he slept with them in our bed.”

Your voice was flat. Barbatos stayed silent out of respect for you. In reality, his masqueraded words meant much more. How could Barbatos, utterly loyal, admit that he himself considered Diavolo weak? His Lord was weak for the temptations. He could never say, but you knew.  

In that moment, rushed footsteps echoing outside in the hallway reached you. The door sprung open swiftly. In such speed and urgency unseen before. Diavolo stood there. In disbelief. Marvelling at your sudden return in ardent admiration.

He stood there, breathless from running to see you.  For months now this tea room was devoid of your presence. For months now he longed for your return. Oh how Diavolo yearned to open this door and see your form blessing it.

And here you were. Magnificent. Radiant.

Barbatos had to interrupt this moment because peace could not exist after what was spoken. He turned towards the door, walking out. His lips parted open for a whisper to Diavolo. “They know everything.”  He gracefully exited. Diavolo stood still, unable to meet your gaze.

He deserves this shame.

You sat there looking at him. He was breathless, bewitching. ...But was it because of excitement for you? His hair was messy, his tie was loose.

Was this the work of the other woman? His whore? When was the last time her fingers touched him so intimately?

How pitiful was it to glance up at him like this.

My dear, why do you call the woman a whore? Diavolo was the strongest man of them all. He was no easy target. Why do you make it sound like she took him? He gave himself away. He probably seduced her.

You stood up. Smiled at the man undeserving of kindness. He saw it. He saw it and yet his eyes still avoided yours. 

Guilt. For the first time,perhaps ever in his life, Diavolo was hesitant.   Approaching you like this was a confession of his betrayal.

He stayed silent as your hands gently fixed his tie that someone else tugged on not too long ago. “This is no way to present yourself. Do you wish for them to say the future King grew messy?”

How ironic was this rhetorical question phrased just like the one on the day you left? How much of a paradox was this position identical to the way you two said goodbye in love?

Diavolo still loved you.  

That much you knew when his hand grabbed yours in a desperate attempt to keep you close. To keep the magnificent presence within this room. His serious gaze was solely focused on you. If only you were the sole partner.

His deep voice, filled with regret, still charmed. “One word from you and she will be banished forever. I adore you. I was helpless without you around. That is what made me so weak to fall into this predicament. I love you. You know that.”

His fingers intertwined with yours. A pathetic attempt. How dare he cite your absence as his justification?! There is a clear difference between that justified and that which was just an excuse.  

If you had to say anything to get the other woman out of the castle it was already pointless to try and rectify this broken trust; broken love; between the two of you.

Good observation my dear, the other woman became pregnant while you were still receiving treatment. She gave him something you sacrificed every part of yourself for.

“Diavolo...” Your soft voice trailing off already told him the conclusion he was dreading. Begging to avoid. He knew of your humanity; he knew how pitiful he was. Diavolo, despite everything, still was enough of a man; enough of a lover, to know he had to respect your decision.

Your hand slipped from his hold. He remained still. Like a statue of a fallen hero.

“Diavolo, huh?”, a deep sigh. How long had he not heard you call his name? Was this the tone he must remember the end by? He cannot have that. His heart cannot have that. 

“Beloved, please. Just once more. It would be a tragedy to part like this. Have you really stopped loving me?”

You knew what he was asking for. How kind of you to fulfil his wish; gently fixing a few strands of his hair, while love still lingered in your eyes.  My dear, this is almost cruel from you.

With those eyes you looked into his. Gave him a sad smile and graced him, graced his wish, in a soft voice.

“My only one, my love belongs to those that are faithful.”

(I hope you have enjoyed reading it until now. I wonder how you feel and if you like it. Feel free to talk to me and ask me questions if you have any. Your feedback is treasured. I promise you. Posting this at 1:34am tho has me feeling a bit loopy. Is loopy a word? Unsure. However from the bottom of my heart- thank you for reading until now.)

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please write a follow up with haru!! 🤩🤩🤩

This one is very heavy but also has an aggressive tonal shift in the end because apparently Whumper ! Orfeu is as much of a dumbass as regular one. Idk I just feel like this sort of stupid shit happens far too much.

Anyway the rest of it is pretty heavy.

CW: explicit no-con, nsfw; Stress position;  choking;  biting; blood; bloodplay; threatening to cut someone’s Achilles tendon, breaking bones; dehumanization; pet whump

At least Blue had gotten a ‘light’ punishment for it. He whimpered, crying as he watched his friend getting beaten… Hating himself for being happy that he decided to stay.

His feet were bleeding. The walk home had been painful, without their shoes, and Haru’s feet were already sensible, all were covered in scar tissue from… From the burns he got last time. Burns and pulled out nails. It wouldn’t be worse than this, would it? It couldn’t be. He had phantom pains from that, even now.

….He was placed on Master’s bed. He’d prefer if it had been the floor, but Master made a point of punishing him on them, ever since he realized Haru was scared of staying in one.

He whimpered softly as Master tied his hands back and pulled them up, his grinding his teeth, forcing him to bend forward. This was one of the worst stress positions to be in, uncomfortably pulling at his back, shoulders and arms. At least he wasn’t tied too high… Although the pain would be unbearable soon enough.

Master lay on the bed in front of him, his head resting on Haru’s knees. He ran a hand through Haru’s cheek, making sure to scratch him.

“Oh dear… Look at you. If only you hadn’t been so bad… We could be cuddling, right now. Having a good time, you know?”

Haru tries to control his tears, because they’ll fall over Master’s face. He really tries. But he can’t. It’s all too much, the fear, the anxiety, sheer hate he feels for himself, for being so stupid and putting him and Blue in this situation. A few drops fall on Master’s cheek… And he smiled.

“Oh, no, no. No crying, baby. We’re not even started yet”

Master started to rub his neck, first just circles on the back of it, but eventually pressing on the base of his throat. Back in his old house, he was only ever drown on water, because they were afraid of ruining his throat. But truth is… they didn’t really have to. Master’s grip wasn’t strong at all. Wouldn’t make bruises or hurt him permanently. It was just enough pressure that he couldn’t breathe. And that was even worse, because it felt like he should be strong enough to do it, to get rid of that pressure, it should be easy.

But it wasn’t. He hated this, hated this, hated this. He had to breathe. He needed to breathe but he couldn’t, and his face was turning purple and he felt like he was about to pass out –

Master released the pressure… He took in as much air as he could, thinking Master would choke him again… But he didn’t. Instead, Master turned around and sank his teeth on the side of Haru’s hip.

He screamed. Probably the loudest he had in ages.

Master took the bite away, licked the blood clean, kissed the mark he left… And made another one, right on the side of the first, as Haru trembled and whimpered, trying to pull away as much as he could without hurting his arms more. By now, they were starting to burn,  tightened on that painful position.

He left a whole trail of bite marks from his hip to his crotch, till he was at Haru’s dick. He whimpered, terrified that he would bite that, too. But he didn’t. He started to lick and kiss it, teasingly. Haru closed his eyes. He didn’t want this…. But it was what it was. Pain and pleasure where always deeply entangled on his life.

“…Cute. You are so easy to turn on, dear” Master said, jokingly “…But this is a punishment. If you come today, I won’t let you do it for months”

Haru whimpered. That was a whole new torment, all on its own. He hated when Orfeu kept him like that, just teasing, toying with him and fucking him, but never letting him get off… ‘so you will be cute and desperate for me’. Worst part is it worked. It always got him to act like a dog in heat.

He closed his eyes and just tried to take his mind off the situation, as Master swallowed his cock, but it was very hard to ignore. He was fucking good at that.

When Master got satisfied – and Haru a whimpering, moaning mess, face flushed red, blood dripping from the bites, arms and back sore… He positioned himself behind him.

“I don’t think you deserve any lube, you know?” He whispered near his ear “But…”

Blood. He was using the blood from the fresh wounds, getting it on his hand and his own cock. Of course he didn’t get fingered first or any type of preparation. He had to do that himself, normally, and this time, he was tied up. He wouldn’t dare beg for it. He would need to ask for mercy later.

He whimpered when Master entered him, not really giving him time to adjust before starting to move. He just tried to stay still, not to hurt himself more. Master shoved fingers in his mouth – still coated with his blood – and Haru knew well enough to suck them. His other hand slid to his cock, stroking it.

“You are mine, Haru” Orfeu whispered on his ear “You will never leave. You are mine, and the sooner you accept that, the better”

…He would never leave. He was stupid for trying.

He grunted, and cried, and tried to ignore the mix of sensations. So much fucking pain everywhere …and then Master stroking his cock and moving inside him. It hurt. It really fucking hurt. But somehow it was still stimulating him, bringing him close to the edge and then… just stopping.

…He was bit again, on the crook of his neck. Master loved to bite that spot. It was his favorite place to mark, always visible, like a sign of ownership. His. Haru was his.

He wasn’t sure how long that lasted. It couldn’t have been too long, he was sure, but he was trembling, exhausted, in pain, and very very sensitive as Master pulled out.

Master just sat there for a moment, watching him. Haru didn’t like the smile he had. He reached for his butt again, pressing on old bruises and marks, sliding until he was touching his asshole again. Master shoved a pair of fingers inside him.

It was bad enough that it was sensitive now but…

Nails. The reason why he had to prepare himself every time.

Master’s nails were long and sharp and the edges cut his insides. He held back a scream, as Master scratched his ass, blood starting to drip out of him and down his legs. He couldn’t anymore. Now it was the time to beg. If he could manage, that is.

“P-p-p-p-ple-a-s…”

“Shhh, baby boy” Master sounded amused, as he kept slowly moving his fingers, opening cuts “We’re not done yet. I wanna make sure you learned your lesson”

“Le-lear… P-please…Not… again… W-w-will n---“ He choked on the words, turning into incoherent sobbing. Useless. Useless to even beg.

“…I don’t know about that. I was thinking about cutting off that little tendon on your feet..”

No. No. No,  no no, no. Not that. Please. Not that.

“P-ple…a…”

“If you expected mercy” Master leaned closer and kissed his cheeks “You shouldn’t have run from me. I can forgive mistakes, but that wasn’t it. You disrespected me.  That was not a ‘mistake’. That was one calculated little plan…”

And Master finally took his fingers out of him, and ran them through Haru’s hair, staining the white curls in blood. The pain didn’t stop. It was nearly worse.

“But maybe… Maybe if you are really, really good the next few days, if you show you have learned I’ll only break-“ He stopped, fingers on Haru’s face “…OH no”

Haru gulped, trying to look back and see why Master’s tone changed so aggressively. He looked pale…

Haru let out a loud sob as Master shoved his fingers inside him again, this time way less deliberate, almost clumsy.  It was a few minutes of this, until Master… Released him, hands still tied on his back but at least now they weren’t stretched. It was a second of intense pain… and then some relief, so much he shivered. But this was off. He was expecting to be left like that for a least a couple of hours.

Master pulled his ass up, he’d be on fours if not tied. He closed his eyes, trying to not think of the pain, not think of the threat – if Master really did that… Haru would never walk again.

He heard an annoyed sigh, and Master sitting back against the pillows, finally stopping touching him.

Slowly, very slowly, he dared to go back on his knees and face Master, thinking of ways to show his submission. He knew now that trying to run had been a stupid whim of his. He belonged here. He wouldn’t defy Master again. Master who was staring blankly at the ceiling…

“…Come, I’ll help you take a shower” He sighed, getting up, much to Haru’s confusion. He pulled the pet closer, lifting him from the bed and carrying him to the bathroom, pulling him on the bathtub.

He closed his eyes. Breathe. He couldn’t panic now, he had to be good. If Master decided to drown him… so be it. At least his arms were free and resting now, and he wasn’t talking about cutting his tendon anymore.

Still, the water on his wounds hurt like hell. Moving hurt like hell, and sitting on the bathtub was torture. His insides were torn to shreds. Master started to clean him with a sponge. Gentle. He was being so damn gentle…

“M-mas…ter?” He dared.

“I’m not going to drown you now. You deserve it, but…I need to clean you up so we can go to the hospital”

…Hospital? So he was going to really cut his tendon?  Haru started to panic, he tried to beg again, but no voice came out, just a strangled breath, his chest was tight, he couldn’t breathe, he-

“I’m not going to hurt you any more today, that is, if you behave”

He needed a moment to take those words in, as Master rubbed some shampoo on his hair. He would have appreciated this if… if it wasn’t for the entire rest of the situation.

‘Why?’ he gestured. Master hadn’t given him permission to but… he dared just that one.

“Because I’m an idiot”

Master lift his hand. Haru flinched and closed his eyes, waiting for the slap but that didn’t happen.

He peeked. Master was just holding his hand in the air. One of his acrylic nails was missing, those black sharp awful things. They’d always fall out after a month, maybe two, and he would re-do them. Except he had them all before... Oh.

Master sighed, pulled his head closer and slapped a kiss on his forehead.

“…That’s going to get infected” He whispered “And I can’t get it out myself, so… I’ll get to you the hospital. Maybe you need stitches, too”

Haru looked around the soapy water. Master actually cared about them… At least a little bit. He bit back a smile.

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We're in Trouble

(a continuation of this lil' snippet)

*smut warning, proceed at yer own risk*

“We’re in trouble,” he murmured.

Judy pulled his lips between hers again, this time placing her hands on either side of his head as their kiss deepened. Gene wrapped his arms around her small frame, hugging her tight. The small of Judy’s back hit the island behind them and immediately, Gene lifted her up onto the marbled top. His hips landed between her legs and Judy leaned her head back, feeling his constrained arousal pressing into her tender spot. Gene’s lips fell onto her neck, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. A gentle smile escaped his mouth as his fingers slid underneath her shirt, caressing the sides of her tummy. He couldn’t be entirely sure if it was the effects of the alcohol that still remained in his system but the feel of her body against his was electric. He could feel her pulse against his lips as his trail of kisses continued up the side of her neck.

Judy dug her fingernails into his back, grasping at his shirt in an attempt to free him from it. Suddenly, a pair of headlights shone past them through the kitchen window.

“Vincente!” Judy breathed, panicked. Gene barely had time to react before she violently pushed him off her. She jumped down off the island and quickly straightened her clothes. Gene did the same and peered out the window, watching as Vincente grabbed a bag out of the trunk of the taxi cab.

“Fuck!” He hissed. Judy and Gene shared a quick, nervous glance while she finished fixing her tousled hair. She grabbed his cup of coffee and practically shoved the mug into his hands while she grabbed a folded up newspaper.

“Darling,” Judy called out cheerfully when she heard the front door open.

Vincente followed her voice to the kitchen with a surprised look strewn across his face.

“Now here’s a sight I wasn’t expecting. Hello, Gene.”

Gene smiled at him tightlipped and nodded, “Hello.”

Judy swung around the island and took her fiance in her arms, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, “what are you doing home so early? I thought you weren’t coming back until this afternoon.”

“Mayer phoned me last night, it turns out they needed me back much earlier than I anticipated. I’ve got a full day ahead and I must get some sleep. What are you…? What’s going on here?” He asked, gesturing between her and Gene.

“Well, embarrassingly I had a bit too much to drink last night at Pete’s, Judy offered up your couch so I could sleep it off before going home to Bets. You know how she gets…” he glanced up at the clock on the stove, “speaking of, I better get going. If I’m lucky, she’ll still be asleep and none the wiser!”

Vincente chuckled before making his way over to the pot of coffee, “good luck!”

“Thanks,” he brushed past Judy, “and thank you, again,” were the only words he could muster when her eyes locked with his. He collected his hat and jacket and darted out of the house as fast as he could. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon, illuminating the house in an orange-y hue. As he walked down the winding driveway, he looked back over his shoulder, finding Judy staring at him through the window. His cock jerked once more as he tightened his jaw. He was right, they were in trouble.

After their close call, Gene decided it would be best to allow their paths to cross again naturally. A major line had been crossed that night and while Gene was desperate to finish what they had started, the emotions that came along with that sort of sexual frustration aimed in Judy’s direction were unprecedented and rather peculiar.

The days passed far too slowly, and while their schedules would normally have them crossing paths at least several times a week, she had miraculously vanished. The paranoia began to set off his anxiety and finally he caved, he had to talk to her. He needed to sort out what was going on inside his mind. After completing some loops for Anchors Aweigh, Gene made his way to the sea of trailers in search of Judy’s, silently praying she hadn’t left for the day. To his dismay, however, her trailer was darkened and there wasn’t any response when he knocked.

~~

Gene pulled up to the hustle and bustle in front of Van Johnson’s beach house. He was known for throwing the best Saturday night shindigs –it was the perfect place to unwind after an incredibly long week at the film factory in Culver City. Gene stepped out of the car and immediately looked around, subconsciously searching for the woman whose elusiveness was now driving him completely mental. Again, nothing. He headed inside and was instantly greeted by Frank who was mercilessly teasing and flirting with June Allyson.

“Shanty!” He exclaimed, throwing his arm around his shoulder.

“Why don’t you leave this poor girl alone, huh?” He nudged him before smiling at June, “hiya, Junie. How are you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I’m fine, my dear.”

Gene smiled again in acknowledgment before his eyes darted around once more.

“Looking for someone?” June asked, rolling her eyes at Frank wandering off.

“Uhm, yeah actually, –you haven’t seen Judy around here, have you?”

“I did, she was outside by the fire the last I saw her.”

“Thank you,” he squeezed her arm and wandered off just the same, pushing through the crowd of people that were laughing, drinking and dancing. He found his way to the back of the house and sure enough, there she was, illuminated, this time, by the orange-y hue of the firepit. She held a drink tightly with both hands as her eyes followed the flickering flames. God, she looked so beautiful. He stepped outside and the people around her for some unknown reason dispersed, the moment was almost too perfect. He stepped closer to her and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” he spoke softly.

Judy’s lips parted as though she were going to speak but there was no sound.

“You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?”

She placed her cup on the arm of the chair and stood up, walking past him as though he were a ghost.

“Judy!” Gene called after her but she quickly disappeared into the house. Gene’s head fell back and he closed his eyes tight, fuck, he murmured.

When he went back inside a few moments later, his ears were suddenly ringing with the sound of Judy’s boisterous laughter. Van must have told her one of his ridiculous jokes. She side-glanced at him before turning her attention back to Van, laughing again. It almost seemed deliberate now. She was trying to make him crazy. She knew what she was doing to him, how could she not? Fuck it, he thought. He approached the commotion and leaned into her.

“We need to talk,” he said in a whisper-soft voice.

“Not now, Gene. I’m busy,” she said with a tone, trying to grab Van’s attention to intentionally place a pair of eyes on them. Gene looked up at Van who was now lost in a conversation with Lucille Ball. He grabbed Judy’s wrist and while nobody was looking, pulled her into the pantry. He slammed the door shut but struggled to find the light switch, leaving them in complete darkness.

“Gene! What the fuck are you doing?!” She pulled her arm out of his grip and rubbed the skin around her wrist.

“Why are you avoiding me? Are you ashamed of what happened between us?”

“I don’t want to talk about this! Let me go!” She tried to push past him for the door but Gene held her back and pressed her against the wall. They couldn’t see each other in the blackness between them, but Judy could feel the sting of his warm breath against her lips.

“Gene… please…” she whispered, practically shaking, “stop this.”

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he leaned forward, his forehead touching hers.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve this. I am sick over what happened between us that night, Gene. It was a mistake to take it that far, and a major lapse in judgement. He almost walked in on us. What if we had been…” she had to stop herself from finishing that sentence.

“No, Judy. It wasn’t a mistake, and you know it. There’s something between us that has always felt right.” He loosened his grip on her, but this time wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt Judy’s fingers sliding slowly down his biceps toward his elbows.

“I’m marrying him, Gene. He’s a nice man, he deserves a loyal, devoted wife… and I deserve a happy ending. I’m tired of feeling like a failure in that department.”

“You’re not a failure in any department. You’re wonderful.”

Their eyes began to adjust to the darkness that surrounded them and Judy could now make out the handsome lines in Gene’s face, namely the scar on his cheek that she had been drawn to from the moment they met in 1939. There had been so many times that line between them was nearly crossed over the years. The thought of Gene as a new father, however, was mostly what halted them, but keeping themselves restrained for so long and slipping the way they did that night was like taking a tiny bite of a decadent chocolate bar.

“What are we going to do?” Judy asked, closing her eyes, Gene could hear the pain in her voice.

“I will never disrespect your wishes, Judy. If you don’t want this to go any further, then we won’t let it.” She could see him feigning a gentle smile as he placed his palm on her cheek. “Enjoy the party,” he said softly before turning to unlock the door. Judy reached for his hand and squeezed her fingers around his, stopping him.

“Gene,” she whispered, and he sighed, "God dammit, Judy,"

Before they knew it, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, her lips desperately grasping at his. Once again, she was up against the wall as Gene’s hands travelled over her torso. Her breath began to skip as Gene’s mouth ventured down to her collarbone. The feel of Judy’s fingernails lightly scraping the back of his neck was orgasmic on its own  –every little thing she did had the ability to mesmerize him. He worked the buttons on her cashmere sweater, and when her chest was finally released to him, he groaned, seeing her breasts with only his hands. He circled the pad of his thumb over her velvety peaks and she instantly felt a burgeoning ache between her thighs.

“Darling…” she whispered, as his hands began to travel south. He took his time, allowing the tips of fingers to explore every inch of her supple tummy. When he got to the waistband of her slacks, he felt her flinch.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t ask me that,” she murmured. He kissed her again, ensuring their mouths were locked when he discovered the most intimate part of her body. Judy drew in a sharp breath, unintentionally breaking from his lips, and let out an audible moan.

“Shhhh-shhh…” Gene snickered, placing his other hand over her mouth. When he was confident she wouldn’t make another sound, he lifted his hand, replacing it with his index finger, gesturing her once more to be quiet. Judy just nodded. He slipped his hands underneath her bottom and lifted her, prompting her to wrap her long, slender legs around his waist. She was as light as a feather. They stood there against the wall, nose to nose, for a second taking in this moment between them, taking in the moment they had both dreamed of for years –a moment they had imagined over time and time again. Gene bent his head forward, placing his lips on her bare shoulder, inhaling her sweet aroma before finally allowing himself to become one with her. Judy’s grip tightened around his shoulders and she quietly squealed as he filled her. He felt so good, fitting into her like a missing puzzle piece.

“Oh, baby…” he purred, gripping the loose tendrils of hair that had fallen from her up-do. The sound of the party on the other side of the door was suddenly muted by the sounds of their desperate breaths. Gene’s hand slammed against the wall that held her up, the tips of his fingers white from the pressure as he neared closer and closer to a mind numbing climax. He nudged the side of her neck and earlobe with his nose before finding her mouth again. Judy’s tongue swept over his lips before dancing with his. Her eyebrows furrowed as though she were about to cry and Gene could feel her thighs pressing harder against his hips. She was so warm, so wet, and so ready to release with him.

“Shhhh,” he whispered again, thrusting into her once more before she took a deep breath in through her nose and held it there. Gene smiled proudly, holding her like a fucking masterpiece as her body shook in his hold.

When their breathing settled, they slowly fell to the floor together. Her head landed on his chest and he held her there for a moment, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“What’s hit us?” She asked, breathlessly.

Gene curled the corner of his mouth into a smile before placing his forefinger under her chin, bringing her eyes to his, “it hit me a long time ago…” he winked.

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Family Matters - (Part 3)

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Word Count:3,334

Warnings: manhandling, a surprise twist!

Author’s Note: Chapter 3! Updates for this series will be every Wednesday and Fridays! Thank you all for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging, all of that means so much to me! - xoxo

Chapter 2 / SERIES MASTERLIST

You go to flee but his hands are quicker, he grabs a hold of your biceps squeezing tightly keeping you from moving, a pained groan slips past your lips. The bearded golden blonde from before is surging forward, taking big steps as he closes the distance between the two of you. You cower in fear, your body pressing into the wall of muscle behind you, he stares down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips, “well, well, well, look what the cat drug in,” he grins, “wait till boss gets a load of you.”

His eyes move away from your fearful face to the cold set of eyes behind yours, “bring her in, don’t want to keep the boss waiting.”

“W-wait no please,” you cried pushing against the solid block of muscle.

The fingers tightened on your skin causing a whimper to fall from your lips, “start moving, or I’ll move you myself,” the voice hissed in your ear, “and trust me, you don’t want me to have to move you.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as your painfully pushed forward. You follow the man in front of you on shaky legs as the broad man from behind pushes you through the threshold down to the forbidden corridor.

He thrusts you through the open French doors of your fathers office.

“She’s here boss,” the golden blonde speaks up.

You watch with baited breath as your fathers chair turns, your breath catches in your throat.

Thick, lustrous, tousled, dark brown hair framed his chiseled face, strong and defined, his features molded from granite. His eyes a deep mesmerizing ocean blue accompanied with streaks of the lightest grey throughout. Dark brows were sloped in question, lips drawn in a hard line across his face, you cowered under his stare. Strong hands pointed to the seat in front of him, “sit” he commanded.

You swallowed unmoving, his features molded immediately to one of anger, “you’d be wise to listen,” he murmured darkly. Finger nails pressed harder into your skin, indented crescents sure to be left behind, “move it,” the man behind you grunted, shoving you forward. You gasped catching yourself on the chair, the man before you had requested of you to sit in. On shaky legs you rounded the chair, adjusting yourself onto it, your fingers stark white from the grip you had on the bottom of it.

The man before you ran a hand over his face, thumb brushing over his chin as he drank you in. He cleared his throat, his hand pointing to the man that still loomed behind you, “you can go,”

His eyes were still on your shaking form, “It’s truly unfortunate to have to have met under these circumstances,” he began leaning forward on his arms, “so sorry for your loss, such a tragic thing to have occurred,” he cooed.

You sat there eyes blown wide, body shivering in fear, “w-who are you?”  

A smirk pulled at the corner of the man’s lips, “m’ sorry where are my manners,” he grinned, “the names James Buchanan Barnes, though I’m sure daddy told you about me didn’t he?”

A knot formed in your throat, face paling, a low chuckled brewed from within him, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost, and I might as well be looking at one from what your father informed me of,” he paused raising a brow at you, “you are y/f/n y/l/n aren’t you?”

You nodded your head numbly, “well I'll be damned, looks like your father was a liar, thief, and traitor all in one, no wonder Pierce had him on such a tight leash,”  

The room began to spin your ears ringing; James caught on, his fingers snapping off to your side, strong hands gripped at your shoulders keeping you upright in the chair. Your head lolled side to side, as you tried to clear the disorientation away. You shook your head, “please, I- I don’t” you sucked in a breath of air, “I d-didn't please”  

“Get her to the couch, now,” he demanded to the man behind you.

Hands were finding there way from your shoulders to under your arms as they lifted you up. You held onto the hands for dear life as you stumbled your way to the lush leather couch, your head falling into the cooled material beneath you.  A shaky sigh left your lips, the hidden secrets of your fathers luxurious life style was all coming to surface, and you were caught in the crossfire of it all seemed,  and you had been unaware of it all. Taking in deep shaky breaths you attempted to calm your nerves, you knew they would do you know good in this unforeseen situation.

You felt the couch dip next to you, a glass of water held out to you, you looked from the glass to the man offering it to you, “it’s water,” he murmured, an impatient sigh left his lips when you made no move to grab it from his outstretched hand, “I take it you're not as easily swayed as your impressionable father was?”

You shook your head, “please, I had no idea what my father did in this home, I want nothing to do with any of it, you can have it all, I'll sign it over to you, just please,” you pleaded.

James barked out a laugh shaking his head, “you really expect me to believe that you had no part in your father’s plan, that man was a rat, no offense,” he muttered, “your father obviously couldn’t be trusted,” he slid closer than, your frame shrinking into the cushions as his stormy eyes bore into you, “so tell me, what makes you so different?”

You didn’t know if there was any convincing this man, obviously your father had betrayed him in unimaginable ways, but you knew you needed to try if you wanted to get out of this.

“I swear I didn’t know, my father never allowed me down these corridors when he was down here, it was forbidden to me, my father would never let me hear the end of it if I was caught down here, please,” you pleaded once more, “I swear I didn’t know what my father was doing behind these closed doors.”

James went to open his mouth but was cut off, when three raps sounded at the open office doors, his eyes moved from your’s to the doorway, “he’s here,” grunted the man from earlier. A cheshire grin overtook his face, he rubbed his hands together as he looked at you once more, “shall we get started?”

Your dragged from your father’s office, to your kitchen table where many nights you had spent sitting alone with your mother over one of her specialty meals.

“ouch, you’re hurting me!” you whined to the man that had man handled you from before, as he forcefully pushed you into the chair directly across from the two other men in the room. He hovered over you a snarl leaving his lips, you cowered in fear.  

“Enough!” a voice barked out, your head shot up in fear.

James who had been previously sitting next to Wilson the man from earlier, was now looming at the table fists clenched on the wooden surface, “have some damn respect,” he hissed at the man, “or do you need to have a talk with Steve again?” He growled.

The wicked mans face fell, a look of fear  overtaking his features, “ n-no boss won’t be necessary,”

“Good,” he grunted “get out and send Steve in,”

The burly man practically bolted from his spot next to you, the golden blonde entering the room picking a spot right at the doorway, a menacing glare aimed at you.

Your head is snapping back at the sound of someone clearing their throat, Sam is looking over at you through the rim of his glasses, “shall we begin?” he questions.

“right,” he starts, “as I've already informed Ms. Y/l/n you are the co-owner of this house, and with the tragic passing of her parents, the father’s half has gone off to her in a will,” he informed Barnes, “Ms. Y/l/n has informed me that she would like to just sign over all rights to you, apparently she no longer resides in the area and does not wish to have any ties to this area.”

James turns to face Sam, his hand on his chin his brows furrowed deeply, “did you tell her about her father and what he owes me?”

Sam sighed running a hand over his head, his fingers working off his glasses as he stared back at the man annoyed, “no Buck it didn’t cross my mind, she was already shaken up coming into my office you really want me throwing that on her, she probably would have bolted the second I laid out that contract her father signed?”

You cleared your throat, “excuse me gentleman but I’m sitting right here,” you gritted out, “if it regards my father, it obviously regards me, so either of you mind telling me what it is my father signed”

Bucky turned to look at you his head cocked to the side as he eyed you, “I’m sorry,” he started, “for a second there it sounded like you were telling us what to do,” he shifted his body to fully face you now, “you don’t get to ask the questions y/n”

You could feel your fear be replaced by anger, you had had enough of people belittling you because of who your father was, and apparently how he lived his life, you’d be damned if you stayed in his shadow, enough was enough, you would not be quieted.

“Listen here Barnes,” you snarled, “I’m not sure what relation my father had with you but I can assure you I was unaware of it, I lived my life locked away in my room, aside from the times he  would send me and my mother out of the house,” he opened his mouth but you cut him off, “and another thing, I've had just about enough of you men telling me what you think you know about me, when in reality you don’t know the half of it,” you gritted out, “my father may have lived his life a certain way but I can assure you I had no part in it, and I definitely had no say when my father kicked me from this very home at the ripe age of 18!” you hissed, “so yes you can believe what you want, but I will not allow you to further disrespect me, I have in a single night lost both my parents who I have not spoken with since I was 18 that was seven fucking years ago, and I get here only to find that my dad was involved with the mafia, he owes some asshole money which  apparently he planned to collect, and oh get this you, you” you gritted pointing your fingers at him “you are the co-owner of this house again something I was unaware of.”

You were heaving with rage by the time you got all the words that had brewed inside of you, James seemed unbothered by your little explosive episode.

“you done doll?” he questioned bored.

“don’t call me d-”

His fist met the table startling you into silence, “i think you’ve said enough,” he hissed, “it’s my turn to speak, so you’re going to sit there and you’re going to listen got it?” he questioned brow raised.

“do you understand?” he questioned again when you didn’t give him a response the first time.

You nodded your head, “you see y/n you brought up a great point in your petty little rant, and that was that your father owed money to some asshole,” he was grinning devishly then, “and do you know who that asshole he owed money to was?” he questioned through gritted teeth, you didn’t answer but inside you were filled with dread because you knew the words that would come out of his mouth would not be good, “awe why so quiet now sweetheart, you had a lot to say just now, what happened,   cat got your tongue?” he scoffed, “that asshole y/n was me, and your father still to this day had yet to pay me my money that he stole because if it had been borrowed I would have seen it,” he stood from his chair, “see about seven years ago, I paid your little daddy a visit, and I told him he either pay me my money or that contract he signed after signing the one to this house, would be valid, and I would take the one thing he promised to hand over if he couldn’t comply, did daddy dearest ever tell you what it was he wagered or are we going to keep playing this victim card you y/l/n’s seem to be real good at”

You were scared again, you shook your head not trusting your voice, “see daddy owed not only money to me, but that old man also owed, Pierce and Rumlow,” your skin was vibrating in fear, the names of all the men detective Stark had mentioned were coming up. The thing is those two fools didn’t think of a way to collect seeing as he worked for them, so regardless they would get their money one way or another, thing is your father decided to play with fire when he asked for my help, and well I needed to make sure I was going to get my money back so I had my good friend Wilson here,” he said patting Sam on the back, “i had him work up a contract with your father, and in that contract it was stated that If he could not get me money after sometime, that he would have to give up whatever he had promised on that contract, and man would you believe what that old man put,”

Your hands were shaking in your lap, he leaned forward then, eyes menacing, “that old bastard promised me,” he gestured towards himself, “he promised me that if when the time came to collect and he didn’t have the money, that you,” his finger turned to you, “ you would be handed to me.”

Your face paled, you father wouldn’t do such a thing, he was a mean man, but there was just no way he could be this vile.

“t-that c-can't be,” you replied shakily, “my father would never”

“oh no?” he questioned, “then I guess you didn’t know daddy to well,” he muttered sliding a file towards you.

Your shaky hands reached for the file, you opened it looking over the contents, a shaky sob left your lips. Your father had actually done it, he had actually signed you off to this man if he wasn’t able to pay him his money. You shoved the file away from you looking up at the two men with watery eyes, “please, you don’t have to do this, I'll,” you chocked back a sob, “I'll find a way to fix his mess, just please,”

“now wait just a damn minute,” Bucky cut you off, “you father may have promised you to me, but I'm not sleazy like your old man,”

You wanted to sigh in relief but you knew there was something he was holding back from you something he wasn’t telling you, and from how your day had been going you were sure it wouldn’t be any good either.

“now I'm going to need you to just sit a second longer, and my good friend Sam is going to explain something to you, and trust me when I say it is in your best interest to take into account everything he is about to explain to you,”

Looking to Sam you waited, the dread coursing through you, “Now Ms. Y/l/n when Mr. Barnes initially found out what you father had signed over if he was to have to come collect, I can assure you he was angered at the audacity your father had to sign your name on that line,” he eyed you, “Mr. Barnes still has a means to collect, but he’s chosen to go about it a different way, it’s in regards to this house,” he added.

“he can have it; he can take whatever he wants pl-” Bucky sent you a look efficiently cutting you off.

“as I was saying, Mr. Barnes met with me months prior to all this with the beliefs that you were no longer in the picture and his original intention was to just collect the house when your father had given him word that you had passed tragically one day,” he paused, “upon hearing of your return recently and that it was actually you in the flesh, Mr. Barnes decided he wanted to change the means of your fathers contract,” he sighed rubbing at his temples slightly, “Mr. Barnes has asked me to inform you that he will settle your father’s debt IF and only IF you agree to take owner ship of the home with him-”

“I can do that,” you cut him off.

Sam sighed, “please let me finish,” he muttered, “you would be taking your father’s ownership, but you must also come home, and you must stay here in this home,”

You were taken aback, “excuse me?” you questioned, you were getting upset again, “you can’t possibly do that, you can’t make me agree to any of this this is-”

“Now Ms. Y/l/n it would be in your best interest to agree to this, there is no other way,”

You scoffed looking over at Bucky, “how is there no other way, you can’t just force me to come home, and make me stay here,”

“Steve, Sam, would you give me and y/n a couple of seconds” Sam stood wordlessly following Steve out of the kitchen. Bucky rounded the table, “Look y/n, you can either do it this way, or I will collect the way I originally intended and I can promise you doll, you don’t want me to do that, I'm offering you a home, safety from the goons your father worked for, and a worry free life, this would all be yours at no cost to you, so long as you do as I say, and all you’d have to do is sign,”

“y-you can’t ask that of me, I don’t have to agree to any of this, I'll go to Detective Stark”

Bucky threw his head back in a howl of laughter, “sweetheart, I'm not asking anymore,” he replied the smile vanishing from his features, “I've been done asking, now” he spoke again his voice much lower, leaning in closer “I'm going to have my men come back in and we’re going to get this contract signed, I'm honestly doing you a favor here, you have nobody left, mommy, daddy, all your family is gone y/n, there’s no one for you to go back to, no one for you to run too, so it would be in your best interest to be the good little girl we all know you to be and sign that name of yours right next to mine on that contract,”

You swallowed, you were terrified of the repercussions that might come if you didn’t agree, and he was right, you had nobody left, so this couldn’t possibly be any worse. A shaky sigh left your lips, “fine, I'll sign,” you murmured lowly.

Bucky was grinning wolfishly, “that’s my girl,”  

You moved away from him glaring, “I'm not your girl” you hissed.

“the contract say’s otherwise,”

You cocked your head at his words, but weren’t able to question him as he beckoned for his men.

Sam, Steve trailed in, Detective Stark following in behind them, Bucky grinned at your confused expression, “w-what is he doing here?” you whispered.

“oh Detective Stark?” he questioned a smirk pulling at his lips, “he’s here as a witness,”

Chapter 4

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[thesolotomyhan]

narcos: dating them would include: poison hc

ok wow so i hope this is what you guys were looking for? it’s long as usual :)- so,, read away!

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​ , @sheeshgivemeabreak​ 

Warnings: NSFW! 

roberto ramos- ‘el poison’, ughh even his name has me sweating-

let me just say, you would be his one, his ONE weakness,, even though he will never admit it, tough bby

but every single one of the guys from the medellin cartel see it otherwise when they see  his small shift in behavior when he’s in the room with you-

the most loyal mf in Colombia,

like if he’s going to be loyal to Pablo Escobar until his last breath, I can’t even imagine the amount of loyalty and respect he would have for you-

will never have eyes for anyone else after you- he honors you,, 

he would have so much love for you whenever he looks at you, just having the urge to smother you in kisses every time he sees you walk by,,

but having the hard exterior that he has, especially in front of the other hitmen, he won’t ever show his softness public,

he’d just give you a small grin and maybe a tap on the ass when you pass by him,,

“que paso, mamacita?”-

ok, but taking you to clubs for your dates is his favorite thing to do with you :))

just, the way you both would turn heads when you walk in together,, showing up with the biggest smiles for only one another,, wow

He will never leave your side no matter what, too, he always has his arm around your shoulders, or holding your hand as he escorts you about towards the table where the rest of the sicarios are at, waiting for the both of you,,,

he wouldnt need to introduce you to any of them because they know who you are, youre apart of their bond,

and also because you keep poison in a good mood, he’s always easy going when your around,

i can imagine when you get tired of sitting around with him,, you’ll pull on his arm, telling him you want to dance,,, just the way he’ll fucking smile at you, not hesitating to get up,,

and the way the rest of the sicarios just start to laugh at whipped poison has him turning around, threatening them like,,

“Cállense, o les meto un plomazo a todos, huevones”-

wOW, him giving you his jacket when your cold, he’ll wrap it around you, giving you a quick kiss on the crown of your head, hugging you into his side again….

his kisses: he doesn’t mind giving you forehead kisses but he would probably save the intimate kisses until its only the two of you, he prefers to be in private, so only you see that side of him :((

ok i feel like poison would want to keep his ugly sicario business as far away from you as possible but he also wouldn’t keep you in the dark with what he does, ya know?

like he’ll tell you that he had to go take care of some bum for pablo but he would never tell you how he did it, knowing that you don’t have to know those details,

he keeps it simple and minimized, not wanting to totally scare you away from him,,,

uggh, you would be the only one that can manage to get a crack of a smile out of him in front of others,,,like a genuine one,

he’s always on edge and serious because he never knows when someone will try to pull something,

but you just have a way letting him naturally relax a little and have his eyes shine the very moment he looks at you, the small heart eyes he has, omg

protective poison: no one, and i mean no one from medellin would dare disrespect you unless they want to be meeting the end of poisons gun-

he would feel like he failed you in some way if he sees you upset, just walking up to you, gently grabbing your tearfilled face,,

“que hijo de puta tengo que matar ahora, mi cielo?”- fuck  the way he’ll never raise his voice at you no matter what-

but he would personally murder anyone who dared hurt a speck of hair on you, making sure you never experience that pain again-

i can imagine poison being someone to call you randomly whenever he has time throughout the day, just checking in on you, wanting to know what youve been doing, or if you want to go on a date tonight, just spontaneously-

it makes his mood brighter just hearing your voice, even if it’s through the phone,,

the little smile he has when you call him mi amor or something, just,,,, you make him feel so many emotions he didn’t think he had, he can’t help but love you even more if it’s possible,,, :((

im giggling, i can see him being pissed off at sure shot for doing some dumb shit, just yelling at him like “por que es tan putamente dificil seguir las ordenes del patron, pues”, just ready to strike at him-

But then his phone would ring and just, his voice becoming all normal because youre on the phone, “que paso, cariño?”

the first few times that happened, the guys would be so confused because his attitude would go from 100-0 in a second, theyre just like ??? whats happening?

but then once he hangs up, he’s going straight back to being pissed at them, probably telling them to hurry up and follow the fucking orders this time because he has to go pick up some groceries for you afterwards-

just, the hint of soft poison showing- my heart 

he would probably have a gun for you at home,to defend yourself if he's not there just in case,,  because he would destroy all of Medellin before someone would hurt you, his family.

NSFW:

alright,so I don’t see poison being someone to “make love”, he’s a top sicario, he’s tough and kills people for a living, he doesnt do soft sex-

he’s here to ruin you, leave you throbbing and aching even before he’s done with you-

poison’s a dom, he’s having you weakly pushing him away, pleading to him that you cant take it anymore from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

but then him just grabbing your hands, pinning them to the bed over your head or behind your back,,

nibbling on your jaw as he continues to push into you again, your raspy moans and impulsive rise of your hips only encourage him more,,

“vos si puede, yo te conozco, mi cielito” omg 

like, nothing pleases him more than seeing you constantly lose your mind, beneath him,,

creasing your eyebrows and moans of his name leaving your mouth,, as your hand wanders down to your lower stomach where you swear you feel him as he pounds into you-

the intense stare he’ll give you when begging gaze meets his,, your vision becoming blurry as he picks up his pace- wow

ok but did i mention blowjobs? because this man loves them, he’s selfish when it comes to having you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed from his cock, one of his favorite views

he has to be standing because it makes you feel more vulnerable as he stands all tall, looking down at you, and how your always willing to pleasure him so easily,,,

“hijo de puta-“

just him grabbing fistfulls of your hair as he leans his head back, steadily thrusting into your mouth while you gag on him when you take him all in your mouth, oK

can you imagine welcoming him home after he’s been gone all day, like just waiting for him by the door in this lingerie you bought that day to surprise him or fuck it even being naked for him as he walks in through the door,

just him slightly pausing, taking you in and smirking when he locks eyes with you,

“Esta es la sorpresa que vos me dijo de?”

he’s already striding towards your giggling form as he guides you back into the nearby wall, his hands wandering all over your body as your hands come to tangle into his soft styled hair,,,

wall sex, ok hear me out-

he would be too caught up in the moment that you would wear a lingerie for him, just waiting for him to come home to surprise him,,, that he couldnt wait to be inside of you,

and especially with the way your desperately trying to take his clothes off,, pulling him closer, not wanting to break away from him,,,

he’ll be picking up one of your legs, resting it in his arm, overwhelming you with his kisses, not bothering with taking off your underwear, just moving it to the side-

driving his hips up into yours while you throw your head back onto the wall, letting out a moan of his name as he sinks his teeth into your neck-

Wow, the way he’ll keep your body up when he’s repeatedly ramming into you, nothing but the slapping of skin and your moans filling the room,

it has you seeing stars for hours even when you cant stand up anymore,,,

just, hanging onto him for dear life when he reaches in between your bodies with his rock hard cock still inside of you, flicking your oversensitive clit, as you tug on his hair, i-

omfg, let me tell you about the idea of wearing just his leather jacket,

like maybe there was a time where he caught you wearing it with nothing but your underwear, or maybe its just the idea of you wearing his things that arouses him the most,,

but, padre santo, the way he pounds into you at a unforgiving pace, watching the way your writhing body sheens with sweat under his jacket-

youre letting out loud sighs of his name, just getting drunk off of the smell of his cologne thats still on his jacket, the way the cool of his ring on his hand feels, wrapped tightly around your neck,

his other hand would grip your thigh, as he looks down and watches as your body takes in his cock so eagerly-

god, everything just feels 10x hotter because the leather of his jacket would start to stick to your body,,

his thrusts never once losing momentum even if he’s made you cum multiple times already and your just grasping your own hair, not knowing what to hold onto anymore, i-

Poison cant even look at you the same way anymore when you wear his leather jackets over your outfits when your out with him,,,

he’s just imagining how he had you on your back last night, powerless, crying his name out loud, he he held you in place to stop you from squirming away,,

your shaky legs, struggling to stay spread apart for him as he watches your tits bounce through his jacket after each of his thrusts- im sorry i had to 

quickies in the car,,,,, that is a thing in your relationship, and it would be the only time he would let you be on top-

he’s busy all the time,,, like he’s constantly around Pablo all day, following orders left and right, that he just needs a quick fix,,,

just something about watching you desperately bounce on top of him pleases him,,,,

he would have a bruising grip on your hips, bringing your body up and down on top of his cock, leaving marks on your breasts,,,

your hands would be on his chest, your nails digging into him,, just trying to meet his rough thrusts,,, squeezing your eyes shut at times because it feels so good,,,

it has you fogging up the windows, the air becoming thick from both of your heavy breathes,, as neither of you look away from each other,ok

[bozowrites]

Dare to Care

Imagine

↳ There is always going to be a drift in society and no one can fix it. 

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

TW: None.

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 1 // more to come...

A/n: I have a lot of asks but I got rlly inspired to write this last night. It’ll be multiple parts so if u actually like this u can be added to the taglist, just comment or dm me or whatever. Love you, darlings! 💞

In our society, there are separations whether we like them or not. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. And that’s what sucks. I want nothing more than to patch up the hole that was put between us and them. To fix the broken world that we’ve come to call home. It isn’t home. Nowhere is home when all is broken around you, and I’ve come to terms with that.  

There are the heroes, the civilians and the villains. Then there’s the rich, the middle-class and the poor. Simple words can create a huge drift in society.  

Some think they are above others for the simple fact they have a title. A hero. A well-known hero that all love and adore. And then some rich think they are better for the reason is they have money; they have the power to do whatever they want because of that money. Money buys you the things you need, even love, apparently.  

I grew up to solely believe this. I was beneath them and they were above all. I worked for what I needed as they got handed their things on silver platters.  

My mother worked two jobs on minimum wage every day and made just enough to pass us buy. Some stood pretty for a camera and made thousands—millions even! It’s ridicules, really. Or, maybe, that's just jealousy speaking.  

All I want is to be known as someone for working hard and give my single, hard-working mom, a break. To rest and never stress again. To take care of her. To never let her fear of being too little for me. I want to be her hero.  

“How many times do I have to say it? I didn’t order the this.” The woman of high-class spoke rudely. “I’m sorry, ma'am, but that’s what the receipt and your waiter told me.” Her lips scowl and her growl is more evident. This restaurant is full of people like her. Spoiled brats. “Well your waiter is wrong!” I sighed, losing grip of my temper slowly.

“Perhaps, one of the men behind you ordered it,” I said slowly, gesturing to the three men in matching tuxedos behind her. “You did leave the table to talk with a friend, I do believe. Just enough time for one of them to order something behind your back.” My tone was impatient and I knew this was no way to act, but people like her hit all the wrong nerves.

“Are you using that tone with me? And disrespecting my brothers?!” The pit of anger in the bottom of my stomach started bubbling. She thought she was so much better because her dad owned some company and held high status. She didn’t, just her father. He made the life he did through his hard-work, she just feeds off his hard-earned prize.  

And that’s what disgusts me.  

“Dear, they need you in the kitchen, I’ll take care of the rest.” Miss Masmai said with a gentle hand on my shoulder. She always did that. When someone was angry or upset in any way, she put a hand on their shoulder and spoke with a gentle tone. She was this sweet lady, near her fifties, who worked alongside her brother in this restaurant.  

“Thank you, miss.” I gave a knowing nod and left to the kitchen. It was obvious my anger was rising and Miss Masami knew that. She always saw right through me. I don’t know how, though I wish I did.  

��L/n, get angry again?” My co-corkers always did that. I was known to get angry quickly. I’d accepted that a long time ago, though it doesn’t feel good hearing people say it constantly. “Shut it, Tsukishima.” The tall blonde only smirked and continued away at cooking.  

My body felt exhausted. It was hard being an adult. I knew that since I was just a little girl. I didn’t get to play house and make endless friends—no—I spent every night crying in bed, hearing my mom mutter through the thin walls of how to pay the bills, how to feed me, how to get through the next month. It was painful. I always felt the drift between society and me grow. My life became consumed by the thoughts of suffering and never getting by. I let my little mind think that money divided everyone, I still believe it. Most people I meet do too.  

“L/n, can I speak to you?” I glanced over to Mister Masami. He has this dark glare. Unlike his sister, he holds no patience and doesn’t believe in second chances. Because of his sister, and only because of her, I’ve lasted as long as I have. He says I have anger issues. I don’t. It’s my lack of social skills mixed with bottled up fear and frustration.  

“Mister Masami? How may I help you?” I asked nicely, though he and I both know it was forced. He and I were never on good terms. “You’ve reached your last straw, you’re fired. They are important people who visit nearly every week, and you disrespected them.” I scowled. “Fine. Have a nice day, Mister Masami.” As I take off the black apron and toss it at him, I muttered, “Asshole.” He doesn’t respond, but I know he’s biting his tongue to re-frame from doing so.  

As I leave through the backdoor, I can hear some co-workers chuckling and talking among themselves happily. I didn’t know if it was over my leave or for something completely different. It didn’t matter, really.

It’s nearly midnight when I finish my shift at the local café by my apartment. I work three jobs (well two now), never really having time to myself. That’s the life of a poor adult, I guess. When I reached the age to be able to work, I did. Mom didn’t like it, of course she didn’t, but it wasn’t up to her. I wanted to help. She needed my help.  

There’s a sudden cold chill in the air. I’ve walked this path a million times before and I’ve never had this fear to walk this way. The sudden uncomfortable atmosphere around me is frightening. I glanced around, only seeing the dark streets. There were only three lampposts here and each was dime, giving only small portions of light. Even the street lamps in this poor area sucked.  

“Fuck you heroes!” A voice shouted. I felt my whole-body shake. I've seen the news of villain attacks, but I’ve never been in the same area or around long enough to see the action.  

“And fuck you villains!” The supposed hero shouted back. I leant against the brick wall, trying to keep myself hidden. I could see flashes and hear the blasts close by. It was terrifying. The closer the sounds came, the more my body shook. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire neighbourhood woke up, actually, I'd be surprised if the entire neighbourhood didn’t wake up.  

The sudden flashes are crossing my eyes. The small blasts of explosions and the loud voices are ringing in my ears louder. I can feel the heat created by each and individual explosion. I don’t know if it’s the villain or the hero’s quirk, but I didn’t plan on sticking around to find out.

I let my feet run to my apartment as fast as one can, but it wasn’t enough. A cold hand grabbed my arm. I knew it wouldn’t be the hero’s, why would it be? There’s this sudden cold object put to my neck and my vision is set to a blonde staring at the villain and myself with glaring eyes.  

“Let them go, villain.” The tone he sets is cold. I can tell he doesn’t care about me. I mean nothing to a high-status hero. All he wants is to keep his legacy as a hero clean. He saved another helpless civilian, all will say. Doesn’t make him good. There could be so many other things the press and public don’t know, but all they care to see is the heroism he displays. Makes me sick.  

“Why would I? I think her blood would look real good in my hands.” Her voice is chilling to the ear and I can feel the breaths she takes. Her fingers are digging into my waist and a knife floats midair in front of my throat. I hate every part of this. Her nails are long, making blood seep through the fabric of my clothes. I can feel the warmness against my skin. It’s not a lot, but enough to hurt.  

I don’t say anything through all the banter they shout at one another. I only stand there and stare at the hero. He doesn’t spare me a glance or show worry. It really says something about himself. He doesn’t care about no one but himself. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I’ve come to read others through their small actions and words.  

I was so in my head; I hardly felt the gash against my cheek as the blonde hero took the villain down. My mind processed slowly as I saw him pick her off the ground, her mumbles inaudible.  

“You good?” There’s no sympathy in his voice. There’s no care or worry. It was nothing but hero intake. He has to, he was an idol to lots. And what kind of idol doesn’t ask the victim if they’re all right?  

I can only nod wordlessly. Both his and my stare are blank. He still has the villain in his grab, but there’s this shift in the atmosphere. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t take the time to question it.  

“You’re bleeding.” He said, voice rough and toneless. I touch the burning cheek. I didn’t feel the pain at the start, but the more I thought of it, the more it hurt. How did I get cut? When? Why? “Oh,” I see the blood on my fingers. My side begins to hurt too. I remember the nails and blood. I don’t think he knows and that doesn’t bother me.  

I shrugged and said, “Uh, thanks. Bye.” I turned, having nothing left to say. I know he’s staring at me. I can feel the burn of his eyes on my head. He’s probably questioning me silently.

Why didn’t I fawn over him? Why didn’t I praise him? Why didn’t I stay to speak?

Most heroes get so into it, they forget the reason they became a hero. To save people, they say at the start. But, in the end, they want the praise and only the praise. When they don’t get what they desire, things don’t always go well for those around them.  

[masterjedilenawrites]

The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 5

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: A creepy guy

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Chapter 5: Takodana Castle

You figured it'd been about two weeks since you were first brought aboard the Slave I. It was hard to tell, traveling in space. Every "day" or so, the ship would land somewhere and Boba would go out on some kind of business. Sometimes he'd take you with him, tying you up to his belt like a dog. You never understood what he was up to as he'd talk to people in languages you didn't understand. But you welcomed the chance to get out of the ship and enjoy the fresh air.

Other times, though, he'd leave you alone in your cage. You didn't care so much for these moments. Being dragged around on strange planets on a leash may have been humiliating, but it was nothing compared to the crushing loneliness and boredom you already had to suffer as Boba piloted his ship around the galaxy. The one silver lining was that your tampon box had come with a little pencil and calendar to help keep track of your cycle. You instead used the pencil to start translating the box. You clearly remembered the symbols that had been on your wanted poster in that crazy shop, the ones that undoubtedly spelled your name. Using that as a starting point, you'd been able to decipher other words on the box and learn some new symbols. It was a simple way to the pass the time.

You'd also tried coming up with an escape plan, but that activity was less than fulfilling. No matter what crazy ideas you came up with, you'd inevitably find ways you knew they wouldn't pan out. Boba Fett was just too smart for you. Every outing he'd take you on, you were on the lookout for opportunities to break loose and run, or hide. But as soon as you'd spot one, the bounty hunter was already in the process of preventing you from taking it. Your other ideas involved you having physical capabilities you certainly didn't possess. It was maddening.

Today, you'd expected the hunter to leave you behind as he landed on a new unknown planet. You were prepared to entertain yourself by singing; you were too scared to let out more than a low hum whenever Boba was on board, so you were going to take advantage of the solitude and belt out every show tune you could think of.

But apparently Boba was changing up his routine now. He collected you from the cage, secured you to his waist, and promptly ushered you out into a leafy green world.

The two of you traipsed across uneven, mossy floor through what you could only describe as a jungle. Trees and shrubs jutted out from every nook and crevice. You stumbled multiple times, misjudging an unstable rock for a firm foothold. Eventually you discovered that by swallowing your dignity and hanging onto Boba's arm, you were able to make it with fewer scrapes and stubbed toes. He didn't offer you any help, but didn't protest to you clinging to him either.

After a few minutes of miserable trudging, you emerged in a clearing. Toward your left was glistening blue water. You smiled as it reminded you of childhood trips to the lake on your home world. But more impressive was the looming stone fortress in front of you. You gazed up at it in wonder and Boba forged on toward its entrance, pulling you with him.

The courtyard was littered with flags with varying colors and images on them. A massive statue of a female-looking creature with arms held high sat atop the tower above the front door. Though it was all visually overwhelming, you felt an odd sense of peace in this place. Even the helmeted man walking beside you, who was usually so uptight and somber, seemed to have relaxed a little.

As you approached the set of double doors ahead, you noticed one of the flags hanging above it had the same symbol from the armor on Boba's shoulder. It looked like a melting skull of a tusked animal. You'd always thought it was a random decal he used to look more intimidating. But seeing it on a flag on this planet suggested it had much more meaning. A dozen questions ran through your head that you ached to have answered. Where was he from? What did the skull mean? Did he miss home? Were there others of his kind flying around, capturing prisoners and collecting bounties? Or was he an outcast? A rebel? A traitor?

Inside the castle, you were greeted by a sign written in multiple languages. Your face brightened as you recognized one of the scripts as your own. Finally, something you could make sense of! It read, All are welcome (No fighting). Short, to the point, and incredibly comforting. It occurred to you, as you were lead deeper into the fortress, that the only times Boba had taken you on his excursions was when there was a clear indication of safety. The times he'd gone solo, he'd come rushing back on board as if chased. Once he'd even had a spot of blood on his armor.

You knew deep down it only meant he was dedicated to getting the five million credits on your head. But with your friends and family so far away and with no guarantee of you ever seeing them again, it was nice to know someone was looking after you.

There was a bar in the middle of the large room you now found yourself in. All manner of people and creatures gathered around it, chatting and drinking and laughing. A band played a jazzy tune on a small stage in the back. Booths and smaller rooms jutted out from along the surrounding walls. A litany of various languages reached your ears, and you were pleased to be able to understand a few of them. There were some species you recognized as well, though no familiar faces specifically. It seemed like all walks of life were represented, able to relax alongside each other as they enjoyed a reprieve from daily life.

You immediately fell in love with the place.

"Ah! Boba Fett!" a vibrant voice reached your ears, speaking your language. A tall, impeccably dressed older man practically skipped over, extending a hand to the bounty hunter. "It's been ages since you've graced us with a visit!"

Boba did not accept the handshake, saying only, "I'm here for Maz."

The man, a human but with orange-tinted skin, waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes, I know. She sends her sincerest apologies. An urgent, personal matter has taken her away for the foreseeable future. But she has a appraised me of your agreement and I am happy to help in her stead."

He gave an overdramatic bow, a wide grin plastered across his wrinkly face. You wished you had a helmet on yourself, so you could roll your eyes at this goofy man in privacy.

"Ah, and you, my dear, must be the precious cargo," the man turned his attention to you. His eyes scanned you over like he was assessing the quality of a diamond necklace. He held a hand out toward your face, as if to caress it, but both you and Boba stepped just out of the way to send the message. The man smoothly recovered, taking his hand back and chuckling softly. "No need to worry. I don't bite."

"My business is not with you, Elon."

Boba made to turn you back toward the door, but the man quickly jumped forward, his hands clasped in an almost prayer.

"Please, my good sir. I didn't mean any disrespect. Maz entrusted me personally to get you the information you need, and give it to you I shall. Please, this way."

He gestured with a sweeping arm toward a staircase that led to a second floor. A balcony wrapped around most of the below area, and you could make out more little nooks nestled in the walls. Boba was silent for a few seconds before begrudgingly leading you to follow the man upstairs.

Boba made you slide into the offered booth first. You were both on the opposite side of a table from the man called Elon. A curtain was pulled over the opening for a bit of privacy, making the air feel more stuffy. Muted sounds from the bar downstairs wafted through. You wished so badly to be out there, enjoying the liveliness, rather than cooped up in the company of an assassin and his business partner.

"Well?" Fett demanded, impatient. Elon shifted in his seat, glancing at the curtain as if someone might open it at any second, but he still had a smile on his features anyway.

"To the point, as ever," he laughed, taking out a cigar. Ugh, you felt yourself dreading the inevitable cloud of smoke that would fill this tiny space. Now you wished you'd just been left in the ship.

"So there isn't much to share, unfortunately. Your man never stays in one location for long. No name, no real descriptions. But Maz did find something that may prove useful."

Elon paused with a smirk, waiting for Boba to beg him to continue. But when the plea didn't come, and no other words or sounds for that matter, he huffed on his cigar and started digging in his jacket pocket.

You didn't think you had to pay attention to their conversation, believing this to be some side hustle the hunter had picked up while transporting you. So it didn't register they were discussing anything related to your situation until Elon set down a device onto the table that you instantly recognized.

"Hey..." you started to say, reaching for the device. But Boba was quick to snatch it up, twisting it around to inspect it.

"What is it?"

You didn't care about your status as his prisoner. You grabbed the object from his hands and held it tightly to your chest.

"It's mine."

[clareisa]

Consequences -「Son Dongju」

♠ - exorcist!Xion X demon!Reader

♠ - genre: exorcist!au, angst, suggestive

♠ - words: 1,8K

♠ - A/N: I know my stories are not the best, but I still hope they are not terrible. I would need more words to do a good story but unfortunately I don’t have the time. Please, forgive me, everyone♥

♠ - 4th October -  ♠ creeptober ♠

♠ - warnings - mentions of religion, disrespect of sacred place, mentions of blood, exorcism, coercion

♠  - English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

 Dongju was a regular boy from the countryside. Hardworking, generous, kind, peaceful and devoted to his faith in God, the good and bad, and the afterlife. Since he was a little boy, he wanted to work for the church, and not because of money or prestige. He just wanted to help people and lead them to be better. Because he believed everyone is kind in their true nature.  His parents were intensely proud when he got accepted to the theology school as a common farmer child, but they said he has unique qualities and determination to be part of God's servants.

 Soon, he didn't know why, but Dongju started to find interest at the more of a dark spectrum of his faith. It didn't mean he wanted to become a sinner. He just became captured by all the dark myths surrounding him, and the fascination of the other side of the coin.  Exorcism fascinated him the moment he got to know about it, and even though it was hard, sometimes even sad or disgusting to look at what was happening, he didn't give up.

  Soon he became very good at his job of casting out demons off from bodies of innocent people. Until one time...

 The moon was in the first quarter that night when Dongju arrived in a small village on the Han River. He came on the request of the head of the village, who sent a letter asking for help for his supposedly possessed daughter. And it turned out it was the case.

 Dongju was next to her bed for the whole night, trying to get the stubborn evil spirit out of the young girl's body. The demon was talking throught her. First just making fun of him, but as time was passing by, the demon used the girl's body to start touching Dongju in places that weren't appropriate.  As this started, Dongju took her hand in his and started saying out loud prayers, begging higher powers to kick the evil spirit out while intensely looking into the girl's eyes, making sure the demon can hear and see him clearly throught the young girl.

 The screams of agony were echoing throught the house as the method was finally working, and the painful process of the stubborn demon leaving without its permission started.  The girl's hand where Dongju was holding the rosary started burning, causing the smell of scorching human flesh to fill the room. Her eyes went up, the iris not even seen anymore, mouth opened in suffocating scream and the body trembling in an inhuman manner.

 "Crux sancta sit mihi lux, not draco sit mihi dux..." that was the beginning of the prayer Dongju was repeating.  "Vade retro satana, Nunquam suade mihi vana..." he continued even throught the screams and the girl biting his arm, piercing his skin and little creek of blood were falling down the rosary and then to the floor.  "Sunt mala quae libas, Ipse venena bibas." he finished with the last part saying that what they are offering is not wanted and the entity should drink their own venom.

 As he looked the last time deep in girl's eyes, he fell into a vision.

 He suddenly saw the face of a woman. The woman had white eyes and a smirk playing on her red lips.  Her voice resonated in his mind like an echo, "You think you this ends here?" she chuckled, "We'll meet soon... Son Dongju." and that was the moment the illusion in his mind fell apart, and he came back to reality, kneeling next to the bed holding the burned girl's hand, bleeding himself.

 After that, everything went smooth like usually. Dongju was happy that the family gave him some little money and cooked dinner. Yes, he was starving, and yes, he was in need of money also.  He was one of the best exorcists, but the church distanced themselves from him a long ago when he didn't agree to scam people out of money even when the humans around them wasn't possessed, just ill.

 Since then he was travelling, trying to earn money and then sending them to his parents because their business wasn't going really well and they were both ill.

 He thanked the family, took his things and probably an hour before sunrise, he got on his journey back home. As he was passing a church that was in the same village, he decided to go in, pray for a while, and think about the vision he got.

 As he opened the heavy wooden door, the cold air and smell of myrrh hit his senses. It was familiar and felt safe. Nothing bad could happen in this saint place.  He got on his knees in front of the altar, connected his hands, closed his eyes and started praying, thanking the higher power that he could save the young girl this night.

 "Well, well, well... who we got here, huh? Isn't it the same punk who forced me out of that body and interrupted my fun time?" suddenly a smooth women voice echoed through the church.  Dongju's eyes immediately opened he stood up and quickly looked for the source of the dangerously seductive voice.

 He froze to the ground as he saw an actual demon for the first time in front of him. How did he know? Well, it was more than obvious.  Her eyes purely white, giving no clue of actual living being inside. Her raven black hair was falling to her thighs, and her ashy skin was looking too unhealthy for blood even pulsating underneath. Her sharp nails painted in same black colour as her plump lips.

 Dongju immediately squeezed his rosary, "How did you get here? This is a sacred place!" he shouted at her not exactly sure what he should do since he was never in such a situation before.  "Sacred? Here? Ha! Let me laugh. This place was never even consecrated, my dear. Why you think this place has the most possession cases, huh?" she chuckled and smirked, looking at his handsome being up and down.

 Dongju just gulped but didn't say anything. She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see, because of the white colour.  "Look, I don't want to hurt you," she started slowly walking 'down the aisle' to him, but he immediately showed the rosary up, trying to protect himself in panic.  "Woah, Woah... slow down, baby boy. I said I don't want to hurt you." she said stopping a couple of meter in front of him.

 "Then what do you want?" he asked.  "I wanna work with you. As simple as that." she smiled.  "W-what?" he was confused now.  "You know... I would possess someone's body, and you will easily get 'rid of me' and get the reward, which we would spread in half. Good plan, right?" she leaned her head to the side as if it was the most normal thing happening.

 Dongju was slowly going crazy. This wasn't real, right?  "No... this... you.." he pointed at the female demon, " you are not real. This is just a dream, or I'm too tired, and it is happening just in my head." he said taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

 "Oh, it is very much real, baby boy." she walked to him, "Should I show you how much?" she whispered with a smirk.  Dongju at that moment put the rosary at the side of her neck, making the demon scream in pain and walk back two steps.  

 "Ouch! That hurt, you know?!" she held the place when he burned her ashy skin a bit.

 "No, you are not real. I'm just hallucinating. I saw you before when I was helping that girl, it is just my imagination." he was trying to lie to himself again because he was a little scared now.

 "It was me, you idiot!" she sighed in annoyance. "Ok, I'll help you to believe. And because you interrupted my fun in that human's body, you can see it as a punishment," she said with a smirk on her face.  In a matter of one second, she was standing behind Dongju and hilding him under the neck. That was the moment the young exorcist finally accepted that this is real, and a real demon is going to kill him.

 "Oh, no, no, no. I won't kill you," she said.  "Y-you know how to read my mind?" he gulped as her long nails scratched his neck slightly.  "And not just that... don't worry your punishment will be pleasant, I promise," she whispered the last two words.

 The beautiful but freaky demon girl suddenly connected their bodies as close as possible, "Just relax and enjoy..." she smirked as she slowly pushed herself into his body, becoming part of him, possessing him.

 Dongju suddenly just heard her voice in his head. "Mmm, your body is strong and healthy." she giggled, "What a pretty young man we have here?" she chuckled and moved with his hand without him approving.  "Leave me alone!" he shouted in his mind.  He could see and feel everything throught his eyes and body but just couldn't control any of his body parts.

 "Let's have some fun since you ruined my last entertainment." she chuckled in his mind and sat his body down on the bench, the one right in front of an altar.  "Now let's show your Lord how he created you in his image." she giggled.

 Dongju's hands moved under her power and started buttoning down his dress shirt and pulling down his trousers slowly.  "What? NO! Let me go, you insane demon!" he whined in his mind.  "No. I have a weak spot for handsome cute humans, I wanna you to enjoy yourself." she chuckled again.

 She took down finally his underwear and here he was. Completely under demons control, naked in front of an altar.

 "Please, let me go. I..." he didn't even finish the sentence as his hand under your power took his bare member and started stroking up and down in slow teasing motions.  Dongju whined in his mind. It felt so bad, so embarrassing, so degrading, but the actual physical pleasure as his hand was going faster under the demon woman control was undeniable and liked the feeling even though he was disgusted by himself.

 "Your mind can try to stop me, but your body wants it so bad. I'm a very polite demon but no one interrupts my fun without consequences," she smirked when he finally moaned as she made him grip his already hard cock tighter.  "Maybe I'll let you have your fun with me later because I saw how you were looking at me, baby boy." she was having so much fun torturing the young man.

 "But now your consequences are that I'll make you cum right here, on the altar of your lord so he can see you clearly..."

[creepyalienghost]

Norman Polk- Scp Guard

six months ago the containment breach happened in his station place. Everything went wrong that night. The power went off and all doors somehow opened at once. Things had quickly gotten out of control. Scps got lose way to fast and started to kill. D class was running about ether to escape for freedom or running from being killed by security or the scps. He remembered going to check on the sneaky plague doctor and finding out his lover was helping him before being knocked out by that mask. They did manage to escape but was quickly found. The scps were spilt and they had sent Sammy to re-educate him like they did with him. He now fully trusts the foundation. They were trying to help humanity after all. But sammy never made it there.

When the 05 found this out they immediately sent a team out to find the the vehicle and the security they had guarding Sammy. They came back to him with the information they found. The vehicle had been hit from the back causing them to go off the road and rammed an a tree. The security had all been shoot with no signs of Sammy. The 05 had two theories as to what happen. One theory they had was Sammy managed to get a gun from a security and kill them all, a car hitting them as they slowed down from that or two someone else rammed them off the road, killed the security and took Sammy for their own gain. The 05 had been looking for him but has yet to find anything about him.

Norman had been guarding the containment cell of the plague doctor for the last month now and he hated him. He was the reason Sammy was gone. If that ..thing didn’t get inside sams head he would still be here working. Norman was worried for Sammy. Even missing things up on the job from lack of focus. He hoped Sammy was safe and alright wherever he was.

Today was like any other days since containment breach. Standing there next to to the cell of 049, making sure no one gets in that wasn’t supposed to and he doesn’t get out again. It was a boring job but he doesn’t want to let his foundation leaders down. But today seemed off. Like the air was charged or something. He been feeling this all day. At breakfast, on breaks, at lunch and at dinner. He looked at his coworkers across the hall and notice they seem anxious as well. Jittery and worried.

“Hey guys? Do you guys have an weird feeling today as well?” Norman ask them all and as soon as he finish the alarms went off. Another containment breach!

They all sprang into action, grabbing and caulking their guns as they ran for the elevator. The leader pushed the bottom then turned back to the rest. “Someone has to stay and make sure the plague doctor stays put and Polk I’m picking you for the job!”

Norman nodded even though he didn’t want to stay down here. But he obeyed the leader. “Yes sir!” He replied then went back to the cell as they crowded in the elevator, door closing a few seconds later.

He wasn’t surprised seeing the doctor was sitting still in his cell, writing in the book of his. He was mostly obedient and did as told. Mostly. Norman took a chair and moved it in front of the door, sitting in it. He watched the doctor write for a while before it spoke to him. “Hello?” It said without raising its head. “What can I do for you Mr. Polk?”

This for some reason angered Norman but he held it inside as he replied. “Was this your idea again, doctor? To have another containment breach!”

This time the doctor stopped writing and glances up at him. “I did what I had to do. The pestilence needs to be cured. As for this time no. This wasn’t me.” The doctor replied then went back to writing his notes.

Norman didn’t believe him one bet and was about to say that but there argument was interrupted by the elevator coming down. Norman found this strange since no one radioed him about coming down and went to investigate. He stood in front of the Elevator with his hands on his gun, ready to use it on an scp or d class. Instead what he saw when the door opened wasn’t what he expected. It was Sammy. His Sammy! The sight of him made his heart stop. Sammy must of felt the same as him because he did not pull the trigger on his gun that he has pointed at Norman and his eyes sparkled with hope. But seeing what he was wearing changed his feelings to anger and disgust. He was wearing the chaos insurgency uniform. Chaos has gotten him. And by the way he was acting he was one of them now, strong stance and gun pointing at him.

“You choose chaos!” Norman yelled at his old lover. Why couldn’t he see they were dangerous and evil?

“Norman you don’t understand! We’re the good guys. Y’all are the bad guy.” Sammy replied, wishing he would listen to him. “They brainwashed you! Please lis-“

“You expect me to listen to a traitor?!” Norman interrupting him. “And for all we know your the brainwashed one!” He replied, Voice getting louder as he gets more angrier. “You worked with the scps, you even freed two and you left me here! Sick and worried for months!” Norman yells. “You are the brainwashed one sam! And it’s time to end this madness!”

Sammy’s eyes widen as he saw Norman load his gun and he quickly tried to get the first shoot but it was to late. Norman shoot first. The bullet going directly into his stomach making him gasp in pain. Norman only had time to see him fall to his knees before being pulled into something that reminds him of ink, disappearing from 049 containment cell. He thought he was going to see that ink demon again after so long. But it was worst that demon. It was the old men he saw staring back at him, with a huge evil grin.

Sammy had dragged himself over to the wall after calling for back up and was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, or at lest slow it down until help arrived. He pushed down on the bullet wound as he was taught but it just gushed out over his hand. He sobbed hard as his wound scream in pain from pushing it. He didn’t want to die. Not know. Not while being alone in a pool

of your own blood. death was scary. However he wasn’t alone. There were footsteps approaching the opened elevator.

Sammy slowly raised his heavy head just as the being stepped in, meeting the face he hadn’t seen for a long while. The face he had come to trust. The plague doctor. “D-doc...” he tried to call out but only to cough up blood.

The plague doctor knelt down beside his dying friend and clean off the blood that ran down his chin. “I can not save you from death, my friend.” His voice was calming but had a hint of sadness in it. “But I can and will be here with you as you cross over”

Sammy shook his head. “N-no...” he replied, reaching with an shaking arm for the doctors hand. “T-turn me.” He begged him. “U-use me I-in your research....p-please....”

The doctor lowered his head. “I’m so sorry my dear friend. You don’t need to be cured.” The doctor informed him. “You don’t have the pestilence.....there’s...nothing else I can do.” The news of this made Sammy sob even harder. He did not want to die. Who knows want was on the other side.

The doctor could see that he was scared and sat down beside him, pulling Sammy into his lap. Sammy instantly laid his Heavy head on the doctor shoulder, without a fight. The doctor sat there for a long moment listening to Sammy’s breath becoming slower before Sammy ask his last question. “Is...is it scared?...” he whispered.

The doctor answered it honestly. “No, my dear.” He replied to him. “You’ll have a new life after this one. A better life.” The doctor told him. “filled With love and exceptions. Peace and joy. And Laugher and music....all things you deserve.”

Sammy couldn’t help but smile at the thought of all those things and decided to think about them instead. The doctor held him into his arms until his passed on. And even longer until the containment breach was contain and the guards came back down, taking the body away from him and placing him back into his cell. The doctor watched though the window at the guard that had his friends body all the way to the elevator to see if he wasn’t being disrespectful to it. He watched the guard into the doors to the elevator closed between them.

[thesolitarystripe]

A Strange Meeting

I got ahead of myself in posting Tindyl’s reunion with her guild. Of course, she had a little persuading from an unlikely source.

Some days passed after Tindyl was reunited with her beloved; they went about making plans to continue in their duty to aid Oribos and the rest of the Shadowlands realms. It was a daunting task when done solely as a pair, but, if Tindyl wished it so—the warrior would be steadfast in his promises. Their siege upon Castle Nathria to end the tyranny of Sire Denathrius was plotted delicately and the birth of that mission would occur in the later hours of the day, when the sun hung low and shadows of the dismal trees that littered the courtyard before the castle, stretched thin upon the ground. Hours before, Tindyl kept busy within the markets of Oribos—crafting potions that might give them even the smallest advantage over their foes. She frequented the vendors often, especially with how often she managed to drop her vials and lose them among the hundreds of Alliance feet that tread through those halls.

“Preparing for a battle, young one?”

A voice came from behind the Archdruid, one she could not place to anyone she knew but in its delicate tone, there was an odd familiarity. Tindyl turn on her heel, having concluded her business with the local alchemist and affixed her eyes upon the one that spoke. Another night elf, one whose face was not known to her eyes. It was a female, with shoulder length golden hair, tied tightly up in a large bun upon the top of her head. Two flaming eyes blazed against hers, soft and pale like the color of the moon. The women held one another’s gaze in silence until the older Kaldorei spoke.

“That doesn’t seem like enough to support any army,” her voice was slow and thick, like expensive honey dripping down the side of a golden jar. The woman stepped forward and dared let a single finger poke beneath the leather flap of Tindyl’s satchel, where she had just placed her potions. “Perhaps and army of four,” she shrugged, glowing us flicking up to behold the bewildered expression on the druid’s face. Tindyl knew better than to disrespect her elders but pulled the leather pouch away hurriedly and slapped a palm over the top of it to dissuade the woman from attempting to touch her items again.

“There are many factions within the Alliance, some work in droves—others prefer to work alone.” Tindyl kept her voice steady and smoothed out her features to appear pleasant again.

“Do you prefer it?” One golden eyebrow rose even further up from where it laid across the woman’s brow. “Tindyl, isn’t it?” The female crossed one arm across her body, holding her elbow as her other hand waved upward and tapped a single finger against her lips.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” Tindyl pointed out hesitantly, uneasy that this woman knew her name and yet she was sure she had never seen her here or anywhere else upon her travels.

“I assure you; we have been young druid but, please, don’t stray from the question.”

This woman spoke with authority and stood with an aura of arrogance swirling about her. Tindyl could feel the power emanating from her counterpart but dared not take a step back, though her legs urged her to. A mage, no doubt. Swift eyes took notice of the staff that hung from her back, fire lapping at the blade as if it were made of wood—a spell of sorts that made the metal burn and yet it spread nowhere else. Who was this woman?

“Perhaps there was a time I preferred the company of others, but those days have since passed.”

“You were a guild leader, no? Have you left your people? Strayed from the flock?”

“Excuse me?”

“A small but mighty guild, with just enough heroes to make miracles happen and save Azeroth. Archdruid Tindyl, the fearless leader with nearly no experience in battle when she signed the guild charter—yet she found those willing to follow and even better, succeeded. Is that not you?”

Tindyl paused, her mouth ajar as her breath evaded her. “No…well...not anymore—I’ve left, you’re correct.” Now, she did take a step back, her confidence dissolving as it had so many times over the last several months. She felt backed into a corner, the high rising walls of Oribos closing in on her as she admitted openly that she was only a shell of her former self; to a stranger nonetheless.

“Why?” These were the first words the mage asked that did not feel as if they were being pressed into Tindyl’s throat with the point of a dagger. They sounded, caring.

“It’s a long story,” was all she could think to say as that tiresome lump formed in her throat. She had been so easy to cry these recent days and it bothered her so.

Silence fell between them. Tindyl’s eyes fell to the floor, her hands still clutching her leather pouch as her shoulders fell along with her resolve to look composed. Heat spread like wildfire across her chin so suddenly, Tindyl thought perhaps the mage had whispered some incantation upon her but her senses told her that it was only the feeling of skin on skin that touched her face. The druid watched as pale fingers had grasped her face, lifting her eyes back up to meet the warm glowing embers that intimidated her so.

“A story that I know; I only hoped you would tell me.” The mage again seemed soft in the way she spoke now, holding Tindyl’s jaw tenderly.

“News travels quickly,” Tindyl sighed, knowing well that rumors and gossip were not below even a hero within the Alliance. Her business traveled from ear to ear and yet none had bothered to come to her for insight into what had caused her to leave her beloved guild.

“Unfortunately, so,” the mage sighed. “I know it is difficult, young one—to be different. There are many that would seek to harm you for that sole purpose. People, beings, do not think like you do. They are not within these ranks to save the world. As difficult as it is to understand, there are some only here for power, greed, and self-gain. They will allow nothing to stop them from obtaining that end goal even if it means defamation of someone else. Betrayal. Lies, deceit! For every good soul, there are the damned ones. They will seek out the light in you and destroy it.” Her fingers clenched Tindyl’s face almost painfully, pulling her in closer. “You cannot let them win.” This came as a whisper. It was not a threat but between those breathy words, Tindyl felt the challenge within them.

“Why.” It was Tindyl’s turn to inquire. Despite the minor ache in her jaw, she peered up at the mage, eyes glistening as she asked the very question that plagued her mind daily. At this, the mage’s hand loosened and for a moment the druid thought the mage was about to pull her in and embrace her.

“My dear, if you spend you days asking that question, you’ll go mad within these very walls. There are so many petty reasons that drive men to act—it will only hurt you to linger on it.”

“Why are people cruel! Why join a cause so noble if your aim is to harm! Why risk your life if you do not care for the living that surrounds you?” Tindyl yelled, the anger that she fought to keep locked away within her pouring out into the face of this intimate stranger. “I’ve lost so much,” her breath hitched, and she looked up to stop the flow of her tears but they rolled defiantly.

“You are not the first Kaldorei to experience cruelty of the world, dor’elah. Many of us have been wounded over the many years that our lives span—it is what you choose to do with that pain, that will forge you.”

“What if I’m tired,” Tindyl’s voice came weakly, embodying the very words she spoke.

“Tired of what?”

“Being wrong.”

“Who says that it is so?”

“I imagine, everyone.”

“Do not let your imagination speak for you. We live based on evidence and tangible truths—who has said you are wrong? The ones that have left? So be it, let them run along with their thoughts because they are exactly that, thoughts. Just because it exists does not make it truth.” Tindyl’s eyes fell back upon the face of her elder, her jaw still nestled in that all too hot palm.  “A hero would make nothing of themselves if they cared for what others thought of them, you would do best to learn that now at your age. I took was young when I learned that what others want, what they believe, will not always align with what is best for me. That does not make me wrong, does it?”

“No.”

“Then why does it make you wrong? Why have you allowed one treacherous man unravel you? Because his allies follow him blindly and hang off his promises like babes to a teat? Hold your head up Archdruid, remember who you are and where you come from. You were not born of weakness. Have your tears and be done with it. Fight for what you are and what you believe in. Dragons do not heed the opinions of the cattle that they eat.” Finally, she released her hold on Tindyl whose tears had suddenly dried. “So, what will you do then druid? Will you be undone by someone who holds less worth and integrity than an old haggard boot? Or will you rise upon the horizon like your precious Mother Moon?”

The mage took a single step backward as if to take her leave, her eyes hard upon the face of the youth before her; that edge to her voice returned in full. She eyed the druid up and down, taking one last look before she spoke plainly.

“Make your decision Archdruid and remember—” Her hand reached out, her index finger finding the hard ridge of Tindyl’s chin just enough to tilt it back upward. “Head up.”

The golden haired Kaldorei turned then and took her leave within a small part of other mages, their cloaks fluttered behind them, her companions deep in conversation. They were gone around the corner before Tindyl could speak.

“Min’da,” her eyes were fixed forward as the realization washed over her. She had never seen her mother, not in her cognizant years. Her father spoke so little of her and Tindyl never dared broach the subject. That familiarity, the way with which she spoke, the fire in her veins—Tindyl knew. The Druid jumped forward after the small party but as she rounded the wall and stood in the entrance of the hall, they were lost among the crowds. Laurel Moonwillow was a powerful fire mage who worked within the Alliance and even had ties within the Kirin Tor; she had left Tindyl and her father not long after Tindyl’s first birthday. Her appearance had changed from the few stories Bai’len had shared of her—once blue haired with eyes to match, cool toned skin and bright yellow eyes. The fire magic had changed her. That was no surprise, Tindyl’s father had harped on that for years and it was one of the main reasons he had wanted Tindyl to fight only with bow and sword. Even as a babe when her affinity for nature magic and druidism began to blossom—he baulked at the thought of his daughter becoming a user of any magic.

Tindyl’s mind raced with all that had happened. After searching the halls for any signs of her mother, she eventually gave up and retreated to the outer edges of Oribos again.

What will you do then druid?

Deep within her heart, Tindyl knew what she must do—but was her heart strong enough after all it had endured, was what worried her.