#it made me uncontrolably sob. and it made me furious.

[belovedrm]

BELOVEDRM FANFIC RECS

Read Between The Lines

dnf / dteam kid fic - 167k words, 29 chapters

rated m: sexual tension, angst w/ happy ending

tags: medical conditions, disabled character

“The unexpected of parenting meets the uncertainty of love. Dream has to learn how to balance building a relationship from the ground up and his kids as he faces a new school year, new coworkers, and new drama. — Or, in which Dream is a parent who is a little too interested his kids’ Kindergarten teacher.”

[ if you read the fic/if you want to - you can message me & let me know if you liked the recommendation! ]

[kortsitron]

Comfort

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS hurt/comfort, drabble, avenger! Loki, unsure!(?) Loki

✮ SUMMARY You came to Loki for comfort

✮ A/N I won't lie, I have been feeling like shit and honestly I would die to go to sleep in Loki's arms while he tells me I'll be alright. I also made it neutral enough that the comfort can be read no matter what your situation is [ao3]

He couldn't quite recall it really happened. He wasn't exactly the nicest nor the cuddliest one, or at least that's how Loki saw himself.

But somehow you ended up at his door in the middle of the night. You were a sobbing mess, not being able to catch your breath, and as much as Loki thought he wasn't the right person to comfort you, he couldn't just let you suffer.

You came specifically to him, so he took you in, even though he believed there were other people who would be able to take better care of you during that situation.

And that's how he invited you to his bed, where the two of you cuddled, as he played with your hair as his chilly fingers of his other hand traced your spine. It seemed like his unusual body temperature calmed you down, even though your breath was still shaky at times and you were catching deep breaths uncontrollably.

He found the sound of your heartbeat quite soothing. At first it was almost furious, making him worry that your heart was going to jump out of your chest. But then started to slow down, until it became nice and steady.

He kept murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. His voice was a little raspy from sleep, but it gave it a nice, soothing effect. He kept giving you little, but meaningful kisses, over your forehead, on the crown of your head, on your cheeks, nose. All over your pretty, tear stained face.

When you finally fell asleep, Loki held you tighter. As much as he wasn't sure for long he wanted to be a part of Avengers, he knew he couldn't just leave you alone with your troubles, especially when you were hurting so much.

[hotchgirlsummer]

Can u do a bimbo reader where her and Aaron get In a silly fight and she’s like “s’ok Aaron no one’s really stayed with me this long so I understand “ and he’s like 😖nooo

OH MY GOD YOU ARE A GENIUS 😭 can i give you aa little blurb for now before i write a full fic for this? also thank you for sending me a request

summary ⤷ a snippet from the first fight of hotch and bimbo!reader

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ hotch getting mad (raising his voice), implications of walking out, previous bad relationships

word count ⤷ 781 words

title: fighting with a true love

"Why would you do that, Y/N?" Aaron's voice was a bit deeper, harsher than she was used to as he was frantically trying to rid his coat of the little designs she sewn in earlier in the day. Biting through her lip to prevent the tears from spilling uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I got confused with the two piles you had, didn't think these were the ones that had to be sent to cleaners, thought these were the old ones I could design," She clarified as she tried to be helpful to him by kneeling down on the floor and reaching for another suit jacket that had pink thread all over it to make a flower. When the clothing article was snatched away from her she looked up with glassy eyes and was surprised to see his furious-looking ones.

"Let me help you, Aar. It was an accident and I wanna make things right for you," She tried to reach out for him but could not hold out the gasp when he swatted her away.

"Can you please just stop doing anything? Just because you can a mess does not mean you should make one," That was the final blow that made her quietly sob as she sat at the ottoman by the window. Helpless and miserable as she watched him walk their bedroom and dumping all of the altered clothing article in a duffel bag that was peeking out beneath their bed.

"I'm heading out, maybe that will help resolve this issue."

In Aaron's mind, the connection was clear. He'd be heading out to find a seamstress that could reverse what she had done and head down to the dry cleaners and fetch the old suits that Y/N can design on.

For Y/N however, it meant that he had put up with her antics for too long and will be walking out on their relationship. Which, to be fair, surprised her as this has been her longest relationship ever. No one has ever lasted more than eight months with her and honestly she was surprised that Aaron's patience hadn't run out much earlier into their relationship.

"It's okay, Aaron," Her sniffly voice had him stopping right by the door as he was taken aback with how small she sounded; as he turned around his heart broke upon seeing her wiping her tears and revealed, "No one's really stayed with me this long so I understand."

And just like that what little pieces his heart was dissolved into nothing as he empathized with her. Immediately, he dropped the duffle bag and quickly strode over to where she was sitting. Thinking that he would part final words that would undoubtedly sting — as was her previous experience with former lovers — she scooted away from him to give him space.

But she was shocked when he gathered her in his arms and placed her in his lap as Aaron lovingly soothed him, "Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I never had any intentions of leaving you, of walking out on us."

Sobs were taking over her whole body as she cried and held onto him tightly, worried that if she were to ever lose him if she slipped out of his hold. "But I made you mad," She hiccupped in between words as the effects of her crying caught up with her, "And it makes sense you'd get tired of me. I know I'm a lot too handle, and not in a good way."

"Look at me, sweetheart," Tilting her chin up slightly so he could look into her eyes seriously to get across his point, and he wiped her tears until she could see him clearly, "I love you. I love every single part of you. There is absolutely nothing about you that I would change. I'm sorry I lost my cool on you, sweetheart. Raising my voice and being vague with my words was not the right approach on things."

Sniffling once more before feeling like she was all cried out, Y/N looked at him and smiled a little, "But you weren't just in the wrong! I was completely in the wrong. I'm sorry for not paying close attention to which clothes were the ones I could play around with."

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know it was an accident, but even so," He tilts his head toward the duffel bag that contained the suits that she had sewn in and smiled warmly at her, "You did a really good job decorating those suits, sweetheart."

Finally cracking a genuine smile she nuzzled herself into his neck and hummed, "How about you help me choose the design for the right suits?"

[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist. - Here is the link to Part 1.

Fred Weasley x Reader: The Yule Ball Bet Part 2

Warnings: This one has some language (I just feel like the Weasleys don't have the cleanest language) also I know the Yule Ball took place in December, but please don't question the timeline and just enjoy. Thanks!

Ginny Weasley, who had witnessed the confrontation, quickly followed (y/n) out of the Slytherin common room. She found her friend in an empty corridor, sobbing uncontrollably. 

“(y/n),” Ginny said softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. You know I would’ve forced him to tell you if I had known.” 

(y/n) clung to Ginny, her heart breaking. “How could he do this to me, Ginny? I thought he cared about me.” 

Ginny’s eyes flashed with anger. “Fred is an idiot, but he does care about you. I’m going to give those boys a piece of my mind.” 

(y/n) nodded, her tears slowing. “Thank you, Ginny.”

Ginny hugged her tightly. “You’re not alone, (y/n). We’ll get through this together.” 

The next day, Ginny stormed into the Gryffindor common room, fury radiating from her. Fred, George, and Ron were sitting by the fire, their expressions grim. 

“How could you?” Ginny yelled, her eyes blazing. She hadn’t even changed out of her pajamas before coming down to confront the boys. “You made a bet out of her, Fred? How could you think that was okay?” 

George and Ron looked equally guilty, but it was Fred who bore the brunt of Ginny’s anger. “She trusted you. She thought you cared about her. You need to fix this, Fred. And you two,” she said, pointing at George and Ron, “are just as much to blame. You encouraged this.” 

Fred felt a deep sense of shame and regret. “I know, Ginny, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.” 

Ginny’s brown eyes softened slightly. “You better Fred. Because if you don’t, you’ll lose her for good.” 

Meanwhile, (y/n) was struggling to come to terms with the betrayal. She confided in Neville, who was furious on her behalf and offered unwavering support. 

“You’re too good for him, (y/n),” Neville said, his voice filled with determination. “Don’t let this break you.” 

(y/n) nodded, drawing strength from her cousin’s words. “I’ll be okay, Neville. I just need some time.” 

As the days passed, Fred tried everything to reach out to (y/n). He wrote letters, left flowers, and attempted to speak with her, but (y/n) wasn’t ready to forgive. The pain was still too fresh, the wound too deep. 

One evening as (y/n) was sitting by the lake, lost in thought, she found another note from Fred tucked into the book that she had recently been reading. It read: 

(y/n),  I am so sorry for everything, I never meant to hurt you. The bet was a mistake, but my feelings for you are real. Please give me a chance to make things right. I love you. Your Freddie 

(y/n)’s heart ached as she read the note. She still cared for Fred, but the betrayal was hard to gorget. She needed more time to heal and to figure out if she could ever trust him again. 

Ginny continued to stand by (y/n)’s side, offering support and encouragement. Over the past couple of weeks, the two girls had become extremely close. So close that Ginny invited (y/n) to spend Christmas with her family at the Burrow. 

Fred wanted to show (y/n) that his feelings were genuine, that he truly cared for her. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was willing to wait as long as it took. 

Despite the turmoil, (y/n) cherished her friendship with Ginny and she couldn’t avoid the Weasley forever, so she decided to agree to spend her Christmas holiday with them. She hoped that the holiday would bring some clarity and peace. 

Upon arriving at the Burrow, (y/n) was warmly welcomed by Molly and Arthur Weasley. The cozy home, filled with love and laughter, provided a sense of comfort. However, the tension between (y/n) and Fred was palpable. 

Arthur, who had heard about the situation from Ginny, took (y/n) aside one evening. “(y/n), I want you to know that we all care about you. Fred made a mistake, a big one, I’m not going to defend him, but I do know that he is genuinely sorry. He’s been miserable without you.” 

(y/n) nodded, her heart heavy. “I know, Mr. Weasley. I’ve been miserable without him as well. I just need time to figure things out.” 

Arthur smiled kindly. “Take all the time you need, dear. We’re here for you.” 

As the days passed, Fred finally managed to get (y/n) alone, away from the prying eyes of his family. They stood in the garden, the crisp winter air swirling around them. 

“(y/n),” Fred began, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I was a fool, and I hurt you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment we started spending time together.”

(y/n) looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and longing. “Fred, I still care about you. But this hurts so much. I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

Fred’s eyes were filled with tears. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I’ll wait as long as you need. Just please, I’m begging you, please don’t shut me out completely.” 

(y/n) took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but part of her still believed in the love that they had shared. “I need time, Fred. But I’m willing to try.” 

Fred’s face lit up with hope. “Thank you, (y/n). I promise I’ll make this right.”

The day after Fred’s heartfelt apology, (y/n) woke up to the sound of laughter and the sight of snow gently falling outside her window. She had a feeling that today would be absolutely magical. 

She dressed quickly, her heart lightened by the festive atmosphere, and joined the others for breakfast in the bustling kitchen. 

“Good morning (y/n),” Ginny greeted her with a warm smile. “Ready for some snowman-building?” 

(y/n) smiled back, grateful for Ginny’s unwavering support. “Definitely. It’s the perfect day for it.” 

After breakfast, The Weasleys bundled up and headed outsdie. The garden was covered in a pristine blanket of snow, perfect for their winter activities. Fred was already out there, rolling a large snowball to form the base of the snowman. He glanced up as (y/n) approached, a hopeful smile on his face. 

“Morning, (y/n),” Fred said softly, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and nervousness. “Want to hemp me with this?” 

(y/n) nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest. “Sure, Fred.” 

Together, they worked on the snowman, their hands brushing occasionally as they shaped the snow. Despite the cold, (y/n) felt a warmth spreading through her, fueled by the simple joy of being with Fred. Their silence was comfortable, each lost in their own thoughts but content in each other’s presence.

“Hold it steady,” (y/n) giggled, trying to pat the snow into place. 

“I’m trying,” Fred laughed, his cheeks rosy from the cold and exertion. “There, I think we’ve got it.” 

They both stepped back to admire their handiwork. The snowman stood tall and slightly lopsided, with a carrot for a nose and stones for eyes. Fred wrapped his scarf around its neck, adding a final touch.

“Perfect,” (y/n) said, smiling up at Fred. 

“Just like you,” Fred replied softly, his eyes twinkling as he looked at her. 

Ginny watched them from a distance, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing her brother and (y/n) slowly mending their bond. As the snowman took shape, she decided to add a little holiday magic of her own. 

Before (y/n) could respond, Ginny appeared beside them, holding a sprig of mistletoe above their heads. “Look what I found,” she said with a grin. 

Fred and (y/n) both looked up, small smiles playing on their lips as they saw the mistletoe. Ginny’s playful smile was infectious, and despite the initial embarrassment, (y/n) felt a surge of courage. 

“Guess we have to follow traditions,” (y/n) said softly, stepping closer to Fred.

Fred’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked into (y/n)’s eyes, the world around them fading away. “I suppose we do.” 

(y/n) leaned in, her lips brushing Fred’s cheek in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes. It was a sign of forgiveness, of hope, and of the possibility of a new beginning.

Ginny cheered, clapping her hands. “There you go! Now that’s the holiday spirit.” 

As the day wore on, the Weasleys continued their holiday festivities. They built more snowmen, had a snowball fight, and warmed up with hot cocoa by the fire. The house was filled with laughter and love, the perfect backdrop for healing hearts. 

That evening, as the family gathered around the Christmas tree, (y/n) found herself sitting next to Fred. The tree was decorated with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments, and the room was filled with the comforting scent of pine and cinnamon. 

Fred turned to (y/n), his voice soft. “Can we talk for a minute?”

(y/n) nodded, her heart beating a little faster. “Sure, Fred.” 

They slipped away from the others, finding a quiet corner in the cozy living room. Fred took a deep breath, his expression serious but filled with emotion. 

“(y/n), I know I’ve hurt you deeply, and I’ll never forgive myself for that,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “But I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. They’ve always been real. I’ve fallen for you, (y/n), and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you.” 

(y/n) looked at Fred, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. She felt the walls around her heart begin to crumble, replaced by cautious hope. “Fred, it’s going to take time for me to fully trust you again. But I am willing to try.” 

“I’ll wait as long as it takes. I promise I won’t let you down again.” His face lit up with relief and happiness. 

“Let’s take it one day at a time, then.” 

Fred happily nodded. “One day at a time.” 

The evening continued with the exchange of gifts and stories. Laughter echoed through the Burrow, filling every corner with joy. As the night wore on, (y/n) found herself sitting by the fire with Ginny, their earlier conversation coming to mind. 

“Thank you, Ginny,” (y/n) said softly, taking Ginny’s hand. “For everything.” 

Ginny smiled, her eyes twinkling. “That’s what friends are far. And besides, I couldn’t let my brother mess things up completely.” 

“I’m glad I have you in my corner.” (y/n) laughed, feeling a warmth in her heart. 

“And I’m glad you’re in ours,” Ginny replied, giving (y/n) a hug. 

Fred watched two of the most important women in his life getting along. He knew that it was going to be a long haul, but he was willing to do whatever it took for (y/n). 

She glanced around the room before her eyes met his. She smiled and him and his heart started rapidly beating. 

“Merry Christmas Freddie,” she mouthed before turning her attention back to Ginny. Yes, it was a very Merry Christmas indeed. 

[starillusion13]

FRIENDS!? Chapter 13

🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳🔳

Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere

Warning: mention of memories (nothing much just go with the flow), mention of hostage and crying, fear.

W.C: 3.4k Network: @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

>.<

“Yunho…” you sobbed uncontrollably. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you rubbed it to look at the door if he was there but there was no one. Complete darkness covering your surroundings, only a tiny night lamp lit in the corner of the room. You wiped your tears before staring at the door for a few seconds and decided to sit up straight.

I should end everything.

However, something was blocking you. Your heart and your mind are conflicting with each other. You scoffed at yourself. How could you even think about them this way? No one cares about you. It’s just a show for them and you are a puppet. The darkness should engulf you and make you disappear forever.

It would end your misery.

You stood up and went straight towards the book-shelf. The first thing they gifted you after moving into the house with them --- all your favorite books you wanted with the ordered shelf. The anger bubbled inside you and hot tears slipped down your cheeks, you grabbed the first book and threw it against the door, followed by the second one. You threw every book and items decorated on the shelf around the room, wanting to end their façade of love visible to you.

Whatever you could see in the dimly lit room, you threw it away. There were loud thud sounds with each banging effect and you were sure one of them had heard you. Is that going to make them angry?

You immediately reached out for the lamp and when you were about to throw it, the door slammed open. Your hand trembled, heart beating fast and your breath heaved. A tall figure appeared in the doorway, you couldn’t see his face but his aura was calming yet dangerous. He didn’t speak a word but took a step forward, you gulped and raised the hand with the lamp towards him.

“don’t take a step ahead. I will hurt you…I will kill you.”

He again took a step but paused, “you are not going to do anything, y/n. You are a good person.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want to be a good one. I want to be freed from here.”

“I can’t let you go.” He calmly said.

“Yunho, please…” the light falling on your face, revealing your pained expression, more to say it was tiredness all over your face. Your bloodshot eyes, tear stained face and cuts all over your cheeks and arms. Somehow, it made his heart ache and he inhaled deeply.

“y/n…listen to me.”

“NO! I won’t.” you shouted at him.

“You never want to hurt me. I know we are bad. But you shouldn’t be bad like us. Calm down. Listen to yourself. Look at the mirror beside you. This is not who you are.” Your face turned towards the mirror beside you, the lamp in your hand illuminating your teary face. The tired and angry tears streaming down. You have to go.

This is not you, y/n. they have made you like this.

A large grip held your forearm and snatched the lamp from you. Your wide eyes looked at the figure in the dark standing in front of you.

“are you out of your fucking mind? What were you trying to do?” Hongjoong’s loud voice echoed inside the room but you didn’t flinch, neither said a word. You kept staring at him. when did he enter?

“I trusted you, Joong.”

He was breathing heavily. It was clearly evident that he was furious at the moment, “then don’t do this stupid stuff. What mess have you made here?”

“you messed up my happy life.”

He licked his lip, brushing his hair before replying, “y/n, listen to me. You are safe here and we are here to protect you. We love you.”

“Then why are you hurting me?” you looked straight into his eyes and then glanced towards Yunho standing just a few steps behind him. Hongjoong asked him to turn on the lights but he didn't. He was glued to his spot and blankly watching you both. A third figure appeared at the doorway. He leaned against it and picked up a frame near his tip of the boot.

The ring in his finger made it clear that it was San. What is he doing here? Is he going to lock you up again? Or do that…your body shivered on the thought. Hongjoong held your shoulders tightly and ordered, “go freshen up, yourself and I will bring you dinner.” He turned his face, “ask the maids to clean this room quickly. She will sleep in my room tonight.”

“I won’t be staying with you in your room.” Your loud voice made him look towards you. He was calming himself not to mess the situation anymore. You again muttered, “I want to go somewhere. Far away…far away from here.”

“and where?” The other two male’s present there had their attention on you as well.

“anywhere but not here.”

“Y/n…”

“San, take Hongjoong with you and leave from here. I need some time alone with her.” Yunho cut off Hongjoong’s words and the eldest poked his tongue at his attitude. He nodded and stared at you. San stepped forward, keeping the frame on the table and placing a hand on the eldest’s shoulder and urged him to leave you with Yunho. Hongjoong shrugged his hand away, leaving your shoulder and glared at you before leaving the room. Before turning back, San glanced at you, he wanted to say something but he didn't. He kept quiet, just watched you looking at the doorway from where he left.

He couldn’t say anything because he shouldn’t.

He turned around and quietly left the room.

Leaving behind only Yunho and you.

“Why are you making it hard for us, y/n?”

Your gaze fell on his tall figure. He was walking towards you. You didn’t stop him, neither say anything nor showed any emotion. Just blankly staring at him. but you did hear his question…’making hard for them’…how?

He stopped in front of you, cupping your cheeks to make you look up, “please love us back, y/n.”

How? You all don’t even love me then…what are they expecting from you?

You looked into his orbs. Tears were lining the vision. He was crying. The moonlight peeking inside the room and falling on both of you so that at least you could see each other’s face.

“Please talk to me, y/n. don’t be quiet.”

“Will you say everything to me? why and how?” you whispered to him but he could hear you as he nodded.

“I will tell you everything you want to hear from me.”

“Then tell me…why am I here? Please be honest with me.”

His thumb caressed your cheeks, “you belong to here. To me. to us.” You shook your head, didn’t want to hear the same words again and again. You held his wrist to remove his touch but he gripped it tighter. “look at me and listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear those same things.”

“don’t you appreciate our friendship? Our efforts to make you happy and make you feel special. Everyone in the school is jealous of you. Do you know that? They wish to be in your place. You are so lucky, y/n.”

“no, I’m not. You all are monsters!”

He chuckled, “yes we are. We keep it secured to us when we want something. And we want you.”

“please let me go. I miss my home.”

“and I will miss you. If I let you go, what will happen to me, y/n? don’t you care for me?”

“NO! I don’t care about anything. We were friends, Yunho. We were good friends. I accepted you all. I liked being with you all. It was so nice and comforting to spend time with all of you but you all have changed. It was just a plan for you to get to this point.”

He remained calm and quiet. Just the way you hate them. You know they won’t speak any of the things you wanted to know. If he is not going to say anything then you would say all you want.

“Why did we become friends back then? You all played with my innocence. You all made my childhood a lie. All those happy memories of us…those fun and promises. Those were fake, right? What do you even want from me? I was just lonely and wanted some friends to share my days…and I really did make the worst decision.” You were glaring but your tired eyes were betraying you and the tears made your vision blurry. The way he was disappearing in the vision, you wanted him to go away from there like that.

But you did love him……maybe a little bit.

“y/n…” his hands fell from your cheek to the wrists, holding it firmly, not caring about your raging eyes but bringing your palms to his lips and softly kissed them, “you are everything to us, y/n. We are doing this for you. Why can’t you accept it? You are having a misconception about us. We are not as bad as you think. It’s you who is making it seem like something else. I love you.”

“No, Yunho…NO…don’t tell me I’m wrong. I know this is going to end in the worst way and one day…you all will regret what you have done.” You snatched your hands from him and stepped back, he carefully watched your attempt to search something.

You bent down and quickly grabbed a tiny object before he could get the grip of it, you held it in front of you, “I will end this today. You all can’t keep me here. Never.”

“y/n, calm down..” he raised his hand but not stepping in your boundary, “you are not going to do anything stupid. You don’t want to hurt me.”

“hurt you?” you laughed, feeling stupid and anger rising with every second, “I really don't do stupid things like hurting you…I wont hurt you because I love you, Yunho and I don’t hurt someone I love.” You took deep breaths, “I’m going to end myself.”

“No!” It was a piece of broken glass.

He immediately reached out his hand at you and held your wrist, turning you around and a small yelp you let out when he threw you on the bed, holding your hands above your head and you were crying and wiggling under his hold.

“y/n, please don’t do this. Please…”

He was crying on top of you. You didn’t say anything as you laid frozen. You lightly tried to push him away but he didn’t budge and he was staring at you, promising a lot of dreams. Again those fake promises.

You looked away from him but as soon as you did, his lips landed on you. Your breathing stopped but you didn’t fight back. You remained surprisingly calm and felt his body weight moved above you. You shut your eyes and he was still staring at you. Titling his head, he got more access. You weren’t kissing back since you’re afraid and lost. He became rough but sometimes slowed down. It was like he was arguing with himself.

“I love you, y/n.”

Not a single reply came out of you. You were just closing your eyes and silently crying. He moved to his side, sitting up and pulled you to his embrace, cradling in his lap and lulled you to sleep, you didn’t protest. You always felt secure in his arms and you hated it the most. As he felt your breath even out and weakly lying in his embrace. He stroked your hair a few times and kissed your temple. Standing up with you in his arms, he went outside the room and walked through the passageway towards his room, where he knew Hongjoong was waiting for him and… you too.

But the thing he didn’t notice was someone standing at the end of the passageway, curling his fist tightly and clenching his teeth. He was not liking the view of his friend carrying you. He hated it. to say it more, he wanted to be him. He should be there. Not him. not them. No one else. Only him.

A hand placed on his shoulder, “Yeosang, what are you watching?”

“I want her.” He turned to his side, “San, I want to keep her with me forever.”

San shook his head, “the stupidity of including her in our life will end us forever someday. And you will regret it. we should have just let her be our friend. not more than that.”

“She is meant to be ours.”

>>>><<<<

Time must have passed well. The boys…well your boys are always kind towards you. Well, sort of. Sometimes, they make you nervous and afraid of them but rest aside, you are really comfortable --- just a reminder that some of them are still not in your go to list.

Even though you are laughing with them, going out with them, getting looks from others because of them and to say less, they have fired some employees because apparently, they heard nonsense about you from them. They are a bit possessive, too much and do you complain about it? of course not. You feel so special and developing feelings for them is an addition to it.

You have gained so many new memories. Some even you remake them. You were afraid to death to convince Seonghwa, San and Hongjoong but surprisingly you didn’t have to work hard because Hongjoong was the first one to tell others to support your ideas.

Just like two months back, you all went to a playground…say it childish but you enjoyed to your fullest and one thing you can’t deny that they all were admiring you. As if you are the person, they always wanted to look at and to have in front of them forever. This really made you wonder why you then left them. Wait! Why did you change your school back then?

One thing you are sure that you grew up in an orphanage but there was a family whose silhouette you could see – not fully but it felt as if you were close to them yet not. Apart from that, you have remembered your life during middle school. Why did you forget them? The memories are so comforting and filled with joy. How you wish to not forget them again!

Wooyoung, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho really told you everything about those times and it did help you more to regain memories fast. Well medicines are playing a huge part too. You haven’t told them about the weekend's check-up with your psychiatrist but you doubt Seonghwa knows about it.

.

.

.

“Are you okay?”

You smiled, showing how comfortable you are with him, “I’m alright.”

But inside, you are fangirling him and freaking out. He is all in a denim outfit with a sunglass resting on top of his head. Can he look more attractive and handsome than he is? You pat your cheek to calm yourself and watch him moving around his cabin.

“I didn’t ask you to stand the whole day. You can sit if you want.”

You laughed suddenly, he looked at you weirdly but returned back towards the shelf. Your slow embarrassing steps take you to the chair and place yourself on it. Why did you laugh? You don’t forget a chance to present yourself like a fool in front of them. Especially in front of Hongjoong. tapping your feet a few times while curiously watching him. you didn’t notice the person standing behind you.

“Is he that interesting to watch?”

“what the fuck!” you placed a hand over your chest and turned your head around. Wooyoung was standing with a wide mischievous grin on his face. You swear you will throw him away from this building If he doesn’t stop scaring you like this. “can’t you make your presence known before you open your mouth?”

He laughed out aloud and soon got a smack from Hongjoong with a file. Ah! The handsome man returned back to you.

“I am that irresistible to watch. And I am so blessed to get her attention on me this whole time.”

Nevermind, he is handsome but he speaks like stupid like others.

“Am I right, y/n?”

“huh?” he raised a brow at you, tilting his head to the side and waiting for your reply. You nod your head, agreeing with him without even knowing to what but still you replied correctly, moreover to boost his ego, “you are looking handsome today, I must say.”

Hongjoong smirks to which you roll your eyes and he swiftly turns to his right to sit on the chair across you around the table.

“You look beautiful, like always.” You blink at him, but soon reply with a light ‘thank you’ and a little smile. An utterly handsome man complimenting you in a very sincere way is just like in fairytales and you are living that dreamy life. You won in life. You are so blessed to get these good-looking best friends --- wait lovers?

He passes you a few files to start with the work for the day.

One thing is to think about, you could remember the first kiss you shared with Yunho at the rooftop, still not sure of the second kiss --- was that really Seonghwa? You can remember the times spent with each one of them. But San --- you haven’t spent enough time with him. why? Was he always this distant from you? But why? But you could feel something is different about the times you have spent with Wooyoung and Yunho then it’s different with Mingi and Jongho and then Hongjoong and San, and in the last Seonghwa and Yeosang. Were you really close with each of them?

Mingi and Jongho had the innocent times with you, the laughs, the silly times at the playground and running around the neighborhood. But the times with Yunho and Wooyoung, there are those secret glances, the admiration, the blooming innocent love --- of course you loved them back then. Right? Forget about it.

Then comes Yeosang, you have bittersweet memories with him. He was always the dual personality type. He would snap at you all someday and the other day, he would again treat you like the most precious one. You loved him but somehow this feeling raised goosebumps on your skin. why?

Now comes the rest three --- you do believe they have the most part of your forgotten past.

Anyways, it’s past, not that it matters to you at the moment.

They are the family you have and you love them.

You are just being paranoid again.

But what if you had a family? There’re still some mysteries apart from all the happy memories. You are just one step behind from knowing all those pasts.

Just the nightmares one. Where you can see people comforting you yet you can't feel the warmth of it. where you can see someone smiling at you but you are scared of it. you can see someone caring and protecting you still you want to run away. Why can't you see the faces? And why do they seem so familiar?

Then you can hear screaming, crying, running away and …home.

Your scared and lost eyes do get noticed by Hongjoong.

It’s clear you are zoning out while helping him out with paperworks. Meanwhile, Wooyoung left when he got a call from San.

“y/n? hey…” he noticed tears flowing down your cheeks, he quickly got up from his chair and got to you, turning your chair around. You flinch on how tightly his grip holds your wrist. Your teary eyes staring at him. He put the pen away from you and wiped the tears. His touch and gestures are so soft and careful not to scare you more. “Why are you crying?”

You blink while shaking your head sideways as you feel salty tears slid into your lips. You immediately wipe it with your fist before smiling again. He again held your wrist and calmly asked, “tell me, y/n. what happened?”

“nothing. It's really nothing, Joong.”

You are crying. This is not good. You can’t cry in front of him.

Not again.

“Look at me,” Hongjoong firmly pulled your chin as his stern yet a softness hiding behind the eyes met your lost one, “is something disturbing you?”

“I am just……scared.” You confessed. There’s no point of lying in this situation. Your whole life is on the edge of truth and lies. Sometimes you know everything and sometimes you don’t know a lot more things than you think you know.

He pulls you up and shakes his head before pulling you in his arms. “don’t be scared. No one is going to hurt you.”

No one is going to hurt you.

He rubs your arms and back softly, you bury your face into his chest, “Joong…” you murmured in his embrace.

“hm?”

“Why do I feel like I have heard this before?”

He rests his chin on top of your head, “what?”

“that no one is going to hurt me. Has anyone hurt me before? Was I bad back then?” you raise your head to look at him, “were you bad back then?”

His figure still. His breath hitched when you asked the question while staring at him with scared eyes. No no. He did nothing. He meant nothing bad to you. Everything happens for a reason.

Hongjoong, the reasons are selfish.

You are selfish.

Everyone is selfish.

“We all are good and bad in some aspects.” A smile appears on his face and he continues, “but you are always a good person. And I will protect you forever. I will keep you safe.”

“Are you pretending to hide something? If not then why are you even doing this?”

His reply comes quickly, “because I love you, y/n. I can’t afford to lose you again. I am sorry for a lot of things but trust me I won’t let you go again.”

“Can I trust you, Joong?” he nodded to himself. You didn’t say ‘love you’ back to him. It’s okay. One day, you will. right?

“always.” He assures you and you hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“don’t break it then.” You whisper.

Hongjoong’s grip loosened but soon he rubbed your back gently, meeting someone’s eyes standing at the door.

San stood there, staring at your figure wrapped around with Hongjoong’s arms.

We already broke your trust, y/n.

And, I feel it’s going to happen……again.

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Keep The Rain

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn, part 11)

18+ hurt/comfort, discussions of death, emotional breakdowns, urgent sex, losing control, semi public sex, (sad) dom Gale, aftercare/grounding, tenderness, some silliness

Aurum's mortal wounds won from the battle with Cazador setting her demise ever closer, Gale can wait no longer to speak to her in the Outer Planes...

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Burning, gnashing teeth, and high screaming light.

Gale focused on his fire wall, keeping the werewolves at bay as Karlach pulled Astarion down. The heat and deafening noise a cacophony of fury.

Aurum stood in front of Cazador, hair lifted in wavering heat. Burning orange veins pulsing along her, eyes lit in the same orange hate.

The sunburst in her chest turned beam, firing down boiling malice. The sunbeam blinding him, burning his skin up in peels.

"Karlach!" Gale urged, a few werewolves leaping over his wall.

"I know! I'm coming!" She shouted, releasing Astarion from the last of his holds. Ducking down and hooking under his legs, spinning to throw him across the battlefield towards where Aurum had Cazador pinned. Running, great axe high, to cleave into the beasts swarming towards him.

Astarion rocketed through air, landing into a dead sprint. Firing down on bats and werewolves that tried to rush him. Red eyes burning in singular hateful determination.

Cazador tried to stand and swipe his blade, buckled below Aurum's light.

She screamed at him and lunged, the light burning in a concentrated pulse. Holding her arms out and shrieking in high animalistic rage, throat barely able to contain it. Ripping through the air. The tolling of church bells rising around her head. Light rising so high it began pouring out of her mouth.

Astarion stepped up on a pull of her shoulder, releasing his daggers in twin arcs. She fell forward into herself, smothering the light into the ground at the last second to shield him. Astarion pushed his feet off of her back in a spring board, leaping into a strike. His own scream rising into her song still reverberating around the marble walls, bringing down Cazador in two furious daggers in his chest.

The vampire lord stumbled back, coughing out a wave of blood. Eyes wide in disbelief, staring at Aurum, then Astarion.

"What..."

"Shut up!" Astarion roared, kicking him onto his back. Standing over him, chest heaving with hate.

"One more thrust, and it will be over." He huffed, spinning the blade in his hand. "I will be free of you. I will never have to fear you, ever again."

"But... if I complete the ritual, I will never have to fear anyone again."

Aurum rose from her prone slump, crying out when she got up to a kneel. Burning too hot, chest still pushing painful light.

Gale made to rush forward, but Karlach held onto the back of his collar. Urging him to wait with her eyes.

"You're...ah-" Aurum pushed out through cries of pain. "You're better ugh!- than him. You're more-"

Her hand reached up and wrapped around his calf.

"Don't try to talk me out of this!" He shouted down at her.

"I'm not... I'm not who you see in me." His voice fell from a shout to a tremble.

She coughed, writhing against the ground weakly. A cloud of ash leaving her lips.

"You're more. You're more. Kweshta... elladyr... ivaebhin es'caerta..."

His eyes closed tightly, lower lip trembling. White knuckle gripping the hilt of the dagger.

Eyes snapping open, he drove the dagger into Cazador's chest in uncontrolled fury. Driving again and again, screaming deep guttural pain. Seating all of his torment into the thrust of his blood soaked hand, screaming out all of the strangled cries of two hundred years of death.

Falling to knees, he heaved breath, looking around lost in a haze of drained fury. A cry hitching in his throat.

Aurum's hand rose and spread flat on his back, between shoulder blades. A silent phrase.

His back bowed, arms falling limp at his side. The dagger scattering out onto the marble. A sob ripping through him in earnest, face crumpled in grief.

She struggled up onto knees, pressing the side of her face into his back. Arms twining around his front. Speaking weakly in Elvish.

He gripped her hand on his chest, nodding and responding in choppy garbled words. Tremoring and releasing small howls of anguish. Tears staining down his front.

She held him close, letting him break inside her. A phrase repeated on her lips that Gale could translate.

Let go. Let go. Let go, moonlight.

-

Gale knocked lightly on the thick oak.

"Come in." Aurum's soft voice.

He slipped inside their private chambers, closing the door gently behind him.

Astarion was crumpled into her chest, fetal and breathing slowly. Her hands carding gently through his curls in a repeating reverent movement, back leaned against the headboard. Hushing into the top of his head.

Gale came to the bedside, sitting at her feet on the mattress. Holding her curved ankle, rubbing his thumb in arcs on the petal soft skin.

"How is he?" He whispered.

She sighed fondly. "Asleep. I talked him into using my angelic slumber potion."

"He'll be out for the night, but... Well..." She adjusted slightly in demonstration, Astarion immediately gripping onto her.

"No...no..." He whimpered.

"Shhh..." She stroked the hair from his face. "I'm here, I'm right here, kweshta..."

The movement revealed the plane of her sternum, the light veiled pink as it pushed through burned angry skin.

Nausea rose through him, knowing that she had just cut more time from what remained. The hourglass tipped, grains pouring too fast.

"We should've brought Halsin." His voice trembled in frustration.

Knowing it wasn't the time but so angry at the lack of foresight. That she would be forced to use herself as none of them had light spells on hand.

She didn't disagree, sliding her foot out to wrap around his hip.

"This isn't the time or place. But it's clear we have far less time than we can hold in both hands." He started, cupping her calf.

Looking up into her eyes. "I need to show you something."

Her eyebrows creased in confusion. Eyes drifting down to the body cradled into her pointedly.

"Not here, beyond." He clarified.

"Please, close your eyes." He urged warmly.

She took a soft breath in, the painful scratching of her breathing striking through his heart. Eyes closing slowly.

"Astra navigabimus."

The world faded around them in unraveling threads, his own eyes closing to make the journey less overwhelming.

His vision opened filled with sparkling hues of soft purple and ribboned turquoise. They were seated in the astral sea, gliding through the calm waters in an iridescent row boat.

He took her in for a moment longer, smiling at his radiant lover.

"Dont be alarmed, I'm here with you. Open your eyes."

Her pale blue eyes blinked open, the hues reflected inside of them. Her beauty suited this place, matching her ethereal presence.

Her hand slid up to her chest as she slowly took in the endless exquisite horizon. Eyebrows knitting together, she looked down.

"What's wrong?" He urged, moving forward quickly to cup her thigh.

"This is the Outer Planes, isn't it?" She looked up at him through golden eyelashes.

He nodded, eyes darting to her chest. Gently pulling her hand back so he could see.

She released to him, fingers falling away.

The sunburst spun in a slow circle, symbols around the edges swimming in playful swirls.

"I think it's from here." She breathed. "It feels... good. Happy. Like it's breathing."

His heart thrilled, so relieved that he was right. That the next line of reasoning he must approach wasn't unfounded.

"This is where gods dwell." He started, taking her hands in his.

"Where they observe us from afar, watching us even now. Taking joy in meddling in our fates. Your own tormentor, Amaunator, watches your anguish impassively from this very plane."

"They only want us to serve them, pray for them..." He pressed a palm to her chest, light pushing through his fingers. Taking in a shaky breath. "Die for them."

Her hand cupped over his, pulling him over to her side of the bench. He pressed into her, resting his forehead to hers. Taking deep, slow breaths to unknot the catch in his throat.

"I used to believe Mystra's forgiveness was worth dying for. But I was wrong. You showed me just how much I have to live for. I want to give you the same and much, much more."

Her eyes met his, confusion and apprehension pulling her features.

"What are you saying, Gale?" She whispered, fear at the edges of her words.

He cupped her face, kissing both of her cheeks in slow reverence.

"I want you to use the crown."

Her body froze, going rigid. Pulling back from him.

"Please, don't turn away from me. Listen for a moment." He begged, taking her hands.

She softened slightly, eyes returning to his.

"I know you don't want this. That ascending is... That it takes. It pulls away the finer layers of you. But you would live. You would live, Rosa."

"I..." The sob rising in his throat unwilling to be stifled any longer. "I can't live in a world without you. To know that you would be out here, looking down on me. Changed, but even if a fragment of you still existed with me. I could hold on to that."

"Gale... The bomb..."

He shook his head, that was unimportant.

"Please, please tell me you feel the same. That you want what I want."

Tears flowed uninhibited down his cheeks.

"Gale... look at me." She hushed, cupping both sides of his face.

He rose his eyes to her, staring at her already godlike visage through thick water.

"I love you. I love you so much it's beyond my control." She laughed wetly, her own eyes glassy with tears.

"This..." She gestured around herself. "Isn't living. It's cold, meaningless stasis. It's... empty."

"What I have with you, however short or long it may be. That's what I want. That's the most full living I can ever have."

He shook his head, gripping onto her forearms.

"No, please. I can't bear it." He whimpered, burying his head into her neck.

"I can't be without you, its not fair! Why- why-" He wailed, fingers grasping into the back of her shirt. "Don't leave me, please, Gods, don't leave me!"

She held him, the slow spinning of her sunburst pushing out between their chests. Mockingly warm and thrumming serenely. Happy to be home.

"I will always be with you." She hushed into his hair. "I will be with you always."

He wailed out a wrenching cry into her. Body shaking in hard jolting sobs. Beating his fist weakly into her back.

She didn't falter, swaying slowly with his crumpled body inside her arms. Singing a slow hymn, pressing her cheek into the crown of his head.

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"Wow, you two have high pain tolerances..."

"Thanks, we've been through a lot." Aurum laughed, squeezing Karlach's hand. The hum of the inking machine an undertone to their words.

"Oh yeah, I've been through the hells myself!" Karlach barked.

Aurum nearly spit out her drink, shaking with contained laughter.

"Please, hold still." The tattoo artist urged good naturedly, smiling at them.

"Sorry, sorry." Aurum giggled.

"You sure I can't talk you into one?" She smiled, looking over at Gale with a mischievous glint.

"Oh, I'm fine from back here. I'm sure it's quite thrilling in a sharp, masochistic way." He offered, trying not to make eye contact with the needles entering into her skin.

"No sense of adventure on this one." Astarion sighed, sitting with feet stretched across a couch. Head hanging over the arm rest.

"You didn't get one either." Gale sniped.

Astarion waved his hand above him impassively. "Details..."

"Darling, how much longer do you think it will be? Not that I don't enjoy lounging."

"We're... just about...done!" The artist flourished, leaning back to wipe her skin of ink.

"Fuck yes! Ohhh! Let me see!" Karlach cheered, popping up to lean over Aurum's wrist. Snorting out a laugh, doubling over.

"Oh Gods, it's perfect! You even got the phrasing right!"

Aurum smiled wide, flapping her hands at Karlach to show hers.

"Oh! Right!" She laughed, bringing her opposite wrist over, angling it into Aurum's view.

She read the curling Elvish with quick eyes, then burst out in bright laughter. Giving the artist a thumbs up.

"If you two witches are done cackling," Astarion admonished, rising to feet jauntily. "Can you please share with the class what you've done today?"

"Okay, okay, here." Aurum giggled, bringing her wrist to line up with Karlach's. "Mine is in infernal, but it matches Karlach's."

He leaned over, reading for a short moment. Then a sly smile spread across his face.

"Oh, that's good." He drawled. Tutting his tongue at them playfully.

Gale rose, curiosity winning over his dizzy stomach. Coming to Aurum's side, pressing an instinctual kiss into her temple.

The infernal text made a small circle inside her wrist, the ink a deep red. Her skin tender and pink around the edges.

His eyes traveled to Karlach's, gold ink forming a straight line below the seam of her wrist. Translating in his head.

"That's not funny." He huffed, the edge of a smile on his face betraying his offense.

"You're right, it's hilarious." Astarion lilted. "Or do you not get it? I'm sure I could translate for you, Gale dearest."

"I think I can translate quite accurately, thank you."

"I don't know... 'Burn-Out' is such a long phrase." Aurum sighed, letting out a little squeak at his fingers pinching her side.

"Do you get it?!" Karlach blurted out, bouncing excitedly. Astarion snorting out a laugh at her inadvertent insult.

"Yes, I most certainly do." Gale sighed, patting her free arm.

"Thank you," Aurum turned to the artist as they wrapped her wrist in a bandage. "Truly. This has been a bright point in an otherwise terrible tenday."

"More like ten-month." Astarion huffed.

Gale sighed in exhausted agreement.

They stepped out into the busy street, chatting about where to get a meal. The noise of Lower City nearly drowning out a voice that piped up behind them.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Gale, still prickly from the last several onslaughts of emotionally draining events, turned with a snap.

"I know her face tattoo is very interesting, but we don't have the time to answer your burning questions."

"Gale..." Aurum warned, a fond reproach in her voice, cupping his bicep. Turning to the young man.

"Yes?"

Her head tilted, eyes narrowing in thought.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" She implored, a genuine question.

Gale looked at the man closely, and was struck by how similar they looked. Golden hair, warm olive skin, a tall radiant presence. Though he was muscular and with an eyeline above Karlach's, the resemblance was nearly familial.

The man smiled brightly, booming out a jovial laugh.

"Good eye! You do know me. Though, it is very difficult to forget someone so bright. I know you understand that."

Aurum's eyebrows furrowed together in slight confusion. Hand coming up to unconsciously shield over her already smothered light.

"Ah! That is why I called out to you." He smiled, pointing at her chest.

Gale's eyes narrowed, stepping slightly in front of her.

"Exactly what are your intentions?" His voice low in warning. "Quickly."

"I assure you I only come with the most altruistic of offers, my ambitious friend."

The large man clapped an exceedingly warm hand on his shoulder. "You know, you're a wiser man than I to give up that call. If I wasn't so headstrong, my own lover Tyche, may still be with me. Still smiling at my side." He sighed wistfully.

Information rocketed across Gale's mind. Eyes going wide, nearly backpedaling. Aurum bracing him from behind.

"Well," She smiled, staring up at the towering figure. "You did hear me after all, then."

"I did." Lathander boomed out another laugh, clearly endeared by her casual tone. Drawing more eyes of passerby's who had already started pausing, staring at the two gilded beauties.

"Let's find somewhere quiet to talk." He smiled sheepishly, aware of the crowd he was drawing.

"I do know somewhere nearby." Aurum hummed, a twinkle of jest in her eyes.

Leading them down the street towards the Basilisk Gate.

Karlach leaned into Aurum's ear.

"Whose your friend?" She whispered, eyeing him appreciatively and very obviously.

"Oh, you're going to love the answer. But shush, for now." Aurum hummed.

"Okay..." Karlach drew out the word, clearly intrigued and bemused.

As they approached the Stormshore Tabernacle, Lathander barked out an appreciative laugh. Opening the large wooden door over her head. "After you."

"Ah! Good to see you, Aurum!" The little guardian bustled over to her happily.

"Hello, Vicar." She greeted him warmly.

"Your interpretation of Lathander's eight tenants of faith was quite thrilling. I have more texts I would love to pick your brain about!"

"I would love to read them." She smiled, indulging his enthusiasm.

"Ah! Another pilgrim! Welcome, welcome!" He appraised the towering golden figure.

"Vicar, could we use the library for a moment?"

"Oh, sure! Here, let me unlock it for you."

"Ah, bo-ring." Karlach sighed. "Catch us up later, soldier. And don't leave out the juicy bits." She pointed at Aurum. Both her and Astarion wandering out onto the street.

Aurum turned as the curved door closed behind them. "Well, it's strange for our Father to take a backseat. Unless..." Her eyes lit in a glint. "You're here without his knowledge."

"Oh, you're a clever one." He beamed.

"He was unmoved by your very genuine words." He sighed, shaking his head. "Thoroughly uninterested."

"That sounds about right." Aurum agreed, unsurprised.

"But I wasn't. I found your pleas and especially forgiveness very touching."

He stepped forward, cupping her hands in his.

"I want to offer you something in dire shortage. Renewal. A new dawn."

She stared up at him, breath taken.

"I cannot free you of the Eternal Sun, you were correct in that assumption. But I can provide you sanctuary. I'm sure you noticed it burned easier in the Outer Planes?"

She nodded, overcome.

"Well, that plane is somewhere where it can be soothed. I think, if you were to return to it periodically, it could be kept in an equilibrium."

"I want to be clear, this is not a cure. It will need to reach heat death, as all stars do. But that day can be extended much farther into the future. On a day more fitting for a light as bright as yours."

Tears fell slow from Aurum's eyes.

"I do have one request, if you'll indulge me." Lathander chuckled. "When the heat death does come, there will be a new star born, and I'd like to create a divine vessel to house it. Your beloved here gave me the idea."

"She would make a fine god." He nodded at Gale, turning back to Aurum with a warm smile.

"I understand your need to turn from divinity, I will respect that. But I'd love to give your heart a second life."

Aurum was quiet for a long moment, then burst out in laughter.

"Ohhh, He's going to be pissed when He finds out." She wiped her eyes, that curling genuine smile lighting her face.

"You can have it, absolutely. It could stand to be a blessing for someone else, for once..."

She let out an overwhelmed sigh of gratitude.

"Thank you." Her voice hitching.

"I'm so very glad to help. The Outer Planes will be much brighter with you as a guest."

He patted her hand twice between his, then stepped back into the window. Dissipating into the planes of sunlight.

The room dimmed down, gentle dust motes hovering.

Aurum turned to Gale, about to speak when he rushed forward. Gasping out against her lips, clutching her face in both hands. Kissing her in tearful, desperate pulses. Pulling back to stare into her eyes before diving back into her.

"Gale!" She laughed, breaking away to get a breath before his lips enveloped her again. Shaking his head, cupping the back of her head to pull her back. Fingers weaving into her golden hair.

He pushed her back onto the bookshelf, breathing her in gorging lungfuls. Hitching her thigh up over his hip.

She moaned against his demanding.

"Gale, baby, it's okay." She murmured when she could get a breath in. "We have time."

His mouth crowded hers again, clenching eyes shut as a sob pushed through his throat. Those words, that reality, stoking the flames far higher.

He lifted under her thighs and laid her back on a desk, taken by how angelic she looked in the panes of light. Hair fallen halo around her head, lips kiss swollen. Fallen open for him, looking up at him with wide love-blown eyes.

He smoothed his hands over her belly, her hips. Watching with reverent eyes the travel of his hands. Dizzy with a near violent need to be inside her. To never ever leave.

"I need you." He moaned, pulling her dress up to pool at her waist. Tears falling onto his chest. "Please, I need you so badly."

She pulled her underclothes off with fast fingers, pulling on his hip.

He dove back onto her, baffled that he had pulled away in the first place. Kissing her in rough frantic pulses, pulling his trousers down in yanks. The slit of his robe pooled up over her hip.

His fingers pumped down just enough to wet his cock before he slid inside her, seating her up to his belly.

She whimpered, squeezing him with her thighs. Gripping onto his biceps.

He knew he was moving too fast, being too forceful, but he couldn't stop. Fully crazed with need.

"Forgive me, my love." He groaned, caging over her body and rolling fast thrusts into her. Eyes tight with tears, holding her body down with his. Burying his face into her shoulder, his thrusts jolting them back into the desk.

Her choppy little moans vibrated against his ear, sending him into her harder. Hand shooting up to brace himself next to her head. Getting lightheaded from how fast his breath had become.

His body refused to leave hers, thrusts moving to rocking, a shiver rising up her as they arched together.

"That's so good." She whined, rolling her hips into his.

He pulled her up, grasping onto her back as he ground into her, pushing up into her.

Small whines pushed into his shoulder, velvet slick pooling onto his pelvis.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, gripping her to his chest with untethered desperate hands. How soaked she could get always made him feel insane, something in it striking a wrathful lust in him.

He huffed into her neck, hips moving into deep, fast thrusts again. Losing himself. Burying his whimpers in the curve of her neck.

"Yes, baby," She urged in a rushed whisper. "I love you, cum for me."

His vision went blurry as it hit him, nearly collapsing. She quickly slid her arms under his shoulders, feeling him starting to go limp. Mouth falling open in a silent scream as his pelvis contracted viciously, orgasm ripping through him. Her arms holding him strong to her, cupping the back of his head.

"Steady, steady." She breathed, rubbing warm circles into his bowed back. "Take a minute, I'm right here."

He nodded, stinging tears dripping out of his eyes uncontrolled. Focusing on taking deep breaths, hers picking up in sync with his in encouragement. Leaning her forehead against his, she looked into his eyes as she breathed with him, all smeared with his love. Hands splayed around his face, holding him to her.

"Can you stand?" She whispered.

"I love you." He hushed.

"I love you, Gale. So much. Can you stand?"

He tried to lean back, found his knees still weak.

"I don't know." He answered truthfully.

"Come here," She smiled, letting him lean into her as she made to tuck him back into his trousers. Sucking his cock clean of their spill.

He groaned quietly, hips tremoring.

"Sorry," She laughed, doing his trousers back up. "But you can't cast Prestidigation right now, so it's my way."

She gathered her underclothes and wiped herself, slipping them in his pocket with a cheeky pat.

"Time to go." She sighed, curling up a smile at his still groggy visage.

"I love you." He moaned, cupping her face to lean exhausted kisses along her lips.

"Oh no," She giggled. "I think I've broken him."

~

Final Part

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Raging waves preview

Thanks to @siilvan and @gamergirlbones for bouncing the ideas with me. Thinking of making part two to my Lastochka series. it might lead to nowhere, or it might be discontinued if i get really stuck with how to proceed with the plot, but at the moment I just wanna share my ideas out. prob be lot more angst than the first series. this is just a preview, I might tidy it up later to make an official prologue.

pairing : Nikolai x F!reader + OC ( child ) + Taskforce 141.

warning : talk of injuries, gore, violence. Mature theme. minors DNI.

not proof read.

Door slammed open, Ghost spotted the tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the wardrobe, clutching to a crochet doll tightly, while clamping her small hands over her mouth, body shaking and eyes wide with terror. 

“Anya.” 

“Uncle Simon!!” Ghost swung his gun quickly over his shoulder,  crouching down with open arms to catch the petite girl as she scrambles over piles of clothes and boxes, lunging herself at Simon, tears finally spilling over her fear infested orbs. 

“Shh. it's ok.” Ghost soothing the sobbing girl in his arms as he patted his niece on her back. That's when he noticed the red sticky substance. 

Blood. 

Ghost pulled Anya away from him, scanning her up and down, checking for any signs of injuries.

“Love, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you??Tell uncle Si…” 

“Anya!” 

Both of their heads turned, Nikolai storming up the staircase, followed closely by Price. Soap and Gaz emerged from the other rooms seconds later. 

“Papa!! Papa!!!” Arms out, little Anya burst into tears again as she cried for her father. Ghost immediately passed her into Nikolai’s embrace. Nikolai gave his daughter a tight hug, followed by kisses on her face. “Are you alright my little dove?”  checking over his daughter carefully “ Why have you got blood all over you?! Where is your Ma?” 

“Ma told me to be a good girl and hide in there,” pointing into the wardrobe, “and.. And.. there were so many scary men… hurting Ma… Ma told me to close my eyes….” the poor little girl, trying her best to recount the event, distressed. 

“Close your eyes, Mah bairn, remember that silly song uncle Johnny taught you? Just keep singing in and clutch onto me tight, ok?” 

Sounds of gunshot ringing throughout the house, Anya tried her hardest singing out loud, eyes closed, burning her head into your chest. 

Men yelling, sounds of you screaming as you break through waves of men trying to reach the two of you. 

One, two, three, four, five.  Shot after shot. Until you ran out of bullets. You pull the knife off some of the dead attack’s vest and slash the arm of the next attack as they try to grab you, and stabbing them right in the eyes.  Turning around, slashing the next enemy right in the throat, blood spraying out, covering both of you and your daughter. 

You made a quick run up the stairs as you saw the opening. Right into the spare room in the corner of the house where it is currently used as a storage room, full of stuff. You open the wardrobe and tuck Anya right in the corner. 

“Stay in here, and try not to make a sound, ok? No matter what happened.” The little girl covered her mouth, nodded her head furiously “Papa and uncle will come and save us soon. We will be ok.” Giving her one last kiss on the forehead, as if this might be the last time you lay your eyes on your most precious treasure in the world, you throw some clothes on top of her, shove some boxes in front before slamming the door shut. 

“I only heard some bad guys talking.. And… and.. Ma.. Ma she screamed. So loud. .. and I don’t know what happened…” Anya clutch onto Nikolai’s vest, shaking uncontrollably. 

Soap stares at his brother in law. Lip tightly pressed together. His tightly clench and shaking fist emitting his fury and anger. 

“House is clear. Apart from the dead bodies downstairs, there are no other signs of life…” Gaz whispered into Price’s ear, worry sipping out between his words. 

Nikolai was beyond furious. He thought he had his family kept safe. His two precious little birds in his safety.  With his reputation and connection with both sides of the world. Clearly someone who is daring enough and with someone who has larger and unknown backing try to threaten him. But.. who?

With that thought, all their mobile phones suddenly chimed. 

The five men look at each other, before carefully taking the phone out and checking the message. 

– The little bird is in the cage.  The countdown starts, before the little swallow breaks her wings forever.

Nikolai is seeing red.  crimson red.

Tag: @siilvan @gamergirlbones @nrdmssgs @preciouslittlecreature @homicidal-slvt @celshideout @froglights-and-pearls @liyanahelena

@caramlizedtomatos

[leafkingofbirds]

WIP Wednesday

As the first Wednesday without Cursed Heart (sob) and also because it's Wednesday, I wanted to share what I've been working on: a rewrite/expansion of the end of TCH2.

This is definitely still a work in progress and some aspects may change! But for the moment, this story will: lengthen the period of time Ella remains cursed and make it more difficult for Kieran to cure her, change what happens with the Sources and the courts, and continue Ella and Kieran's story with a more satisfactory ending (I hope!!)

Also it's from Kieran's POV because I need more angst lol.

Read more below, and I super appreciate feedback if you have any!

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Jack grits his teeth. Even bound with golden ropes of magic and pinned against the wall, his father’s body lying cold mere feet away, Jack’s bravery doesn’t waver as he levels a glare at Ella. Somehow despite everything, Kieran finds an ember of respect – respect? - flicker to life within him at this.

He has my mother’s bravery.

“Do it,” their enemy spits, still so full of hatred, even now in the room where his father breathed his last breath. “Get it over with. I have nothing left to fight for.”

Ella - his gentle, loving, merciful Ella no longer - raises her hands. At her fingertips, magic crackled with furious energy, unnatural power flowing through her mortal body, her eyes glowing white-hot and inhuman. Her face is blank of emotion, save for determination. A lust for violence which is so antithesis to her as to be grotesque. The cold rage of her aberrant magic fills the room like the suffocating pressure of a storm bearing down on them, promising wrath and violence.

This should feel victorious. A wrong, righted. Blood repaid for blood. Fae do not shy away from bloodshed, and they do not forgive debts. This is justice.

And yet everything inside Kieran screams that he cannot allow this to happen. 

His Ella is no killer. His Ella taught him mercy and forgiveness. She found the truth of him buried deep beneath cold cruelty and a broken, cursed heart and steadfastly refused to leave him there despite all he had done to her.

He sees it all suddenly as if from a vision. A year ago, he was the heartless monster intent on death, and she was the helpless one. She saved him. Stopped him. Even at the risk of her own death.

And it broke his curse.

Now, I have lost everything.

His home, his crown, his magic.

Ella is lost. 

The words pounded through his head with every furious thud of his racing heart. Ella sacrificed her heart – for him. Because he was not strong enough to defend his home, his people, or his crown. Ella knew the immortality curse was their last and only hope.

And in that last, horrible moment, he could not argue.

I promise you will not have to take care of me like this again.

His words rang in his ears and made him ashamed. He was so foolish. She was always taking care of him, even now. What use was he? 

Some Prince of Fae.

Never before had Kieran felt a powerlessness this profound. Never before had he despaired as desperately as he did now. 

She had done this for him. Let go of all that made her special, sacrificing all the love within her, all possibility of happiness and warmth. Turned herself into a shell capable only of violence and hate. Just like he had been when she’d first met him. She hadn’t abandoned him, even powerless and frightened as she was. His pride would never let him abandon her now.

Jack be damned. His rightful vengeance be damned. He had to let it go. 

Sir Monty, please forgive me.

He would not lose Ella too. 

Kieran took her wrist. Felt the magic inside her, wildly uncontrolled, unfocused. She was too new to it. She could kill him with one wrong move, one careless thought. 

Her empty, glowing eyes sharpen on him. “What are you doing?”

He held her wrist tighter as his heart sinks with agony. He can scarcely draw a full breath around the heaviness of his grief. “Saving you from yourself.”

That billowing rage washes over him now as Ella focuses it all onto him, and Kieran feels the strangest sense of calm. Their situations had reversed. He was mortal, and she was not. If she chose to kill him, he would have no recourse. None at all. He would die willingly by her hand, if he must.

But he would go to death with an unburdened conscience and a pure heart, full of love.

Ella’s voice holds an animal rage Kieran has never once beheld. “Jack killed Monty! He deserves to die!”

“Maybe he does,” Kieran acknowledges in a quiet voice, feeling his half-brother’s sharp gaze flit warily to him. “But you cannot kill him without destroying yourself. The Ella I fell in love with is no killer.”

There is a steadiness inside him now, along with the grief and the dull horror of all that has transpired. His enemy still bleeds from wounds Kieran inflicted upon him. Kieran bleeds as well.

“Then you kill him,” Ella snarls. “Take the vengeance you say you want!”

Kieran’s heart wavers, temptation rising. He glances at Jack. There is an undeniable resemblance between them. A defiant spark he well recognizes. A bravery that runs in his own blood. For a moment, he sees himself draw that iron sword across Jack's throat, watching the last of his blood stain the old floorboards of this mortal tavern, steps away from his father's body.

Perhaps, at one time in his long life, he may have done just that.

But now he turns back to his furious, beautiful, terrifying Ella, his words heavy and thick in his throat. “We have lost enough, don’t you think? You and I?”

His words seem to have no effect on her. He did not expect them to. He had hoped, but...perhaps he hoped for too much.

He remembers too well how it felt to live heartless. How his only companions had been pain and anger. Emotional pleas would not touch her. But he could still appeal to her logic. She seemed to remember she was supposed to love him; she had not yet pushed him away. Perhaps there was still a chance. 

He cradled her face in his palm. How someone could feel exactly the same and yet be an entirely different person – it tore at him inside in ways he would not allow to show on his face. 

“You were the only one who could have stayed my hand against our enemies,” Kieran whispered. “And now, I will stay yours.”

“Let me go!” Ella made a fist within the shackle of Kieran’s grip, her outburst like cold water to the face. Yet she did not leave. 

She could have broken every bone in his arm with ease, and yet she did not break from his hold. 

“Ella…” He whispers her name, hoping, waiting, wishing. But there is no change in her face.  “I promised you I would break your curse. Free you from this prison, just as you freed me. I know your heart is not lost to me. It is your precious heart that I cannot stand to carry the guilt of this violence. We have a chance now to change things. Look at me. I once shared your fate. I know what it is to live without a heart. You once told me that I have rage, pain, and violence within me, but it doesn’t rule me. It does not rule you either, my Ella. 

Ella makes a token gesture to break from him, but it’s almost as though she has forgotten she is all-powerful, and her resistance is that of a human, not an immortal. 

“You do not have to do this,” Kieran pronounces fiercely. “I am still your prince. And As Prince of the Moon Court, I command you leave Jack’s fate in my hands.”

It is this proclamation that finally makes the angry magic in the room die to nothing. Ella is staring at Kieran with wide eyes, until slowly, the overflowing magic in her body recedes enough to show her human again.

“As my prince commands,” Ella says quietly, but not without an undercurrent of bitten-off rebuttal. 

The golden ropes pinning Jack to the tavern wall disappear, and he falls limply to his knees and does not attempt to rise or flee. Instead he hangs his head, raven hair falling in his eyes, revealing the ever-so-delicately pointed tips of his ears.

Only moments later does Kieran realize Jack’s shoulders are heaving with silent sobs, so overcome is he with his own aching grief that Ella remains heartless and cursed beside him. He does not let go of her wrist, and she makes no move to break away.

Perhaps there is still hope.

“Kill me,” Jack whispers. He is utterly defeated now, spirit broken. “Send me to my father's side. It's the only place I've ever belonged. All that I've worked for is lost; there’s no place for me in this world. I’ve broken it worse than it was when I set out on this quest for justice. I must pay for all the hurt I’ve caused.”

“No, Jack,” Kieran states with the authority of a crown prince. The surety in his voice makes Jack look up at him, questioningly. There are unshed tears in his eyes. “You don’t get to take the easy way out and leave us all to clean up your mess. Your punishment shall be helping us restore what has been broken.”

Stars above, the look in Jack’s eyes reminds Kieran so achingly of their mother. How had he never seen it before now? 

You did not want to see it.

Kieran sighs. He squeezes Ella’s wrist gently, briefly, before letting go. Then he steps away from her, crossing the room, to offer a hand to his brother. 

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Dabi carries a ring around just in case the perfect time to propose comes. He wants to propose when they're in the moment. But those plans were ditched when they had a heated argument.

Hawks left to get some air. Dabi let him and cooled himself down before following Hawks. He finds Hawks sitting on a park bench, laughing with a guy he doesn't know.

Dabi was furious. He approaches them and pulls Hawks away.

"Touya, what are you doing?" Hawks asked, annoyed. But Dabi didn't answer. Instead, he pulls the ring out of his pocket and slips it on Hawk's finger.

"You'll marry me. That's final,"  The words that came out of Dabi's mouth were firm and commanding. It was far from the proposal he originally planned. But it still made Hawks cry.

"You fucking unromantic piece of burnt nugget," Hawks curses before hugging Dabi and continuing to uncontrollably sob from immense happiness.

[levisforgottentea]

Parents ;

an: it was late alright and i thought about Levi that most likely care about Eren. LEVI DAD HEADCANNON. OKAY. I BELIEVE IN IT SO YOU HAVE TO TOO. anyways we stan gay parents Levi. 

BUT ALSO IT’S KINDA OOC FOR LEVI? It came to me in a dream... or maybe i just cried and watched sad aot content after that s4 part 3 part 1 ep..... UGH

Words: 1500

Hurt, slight angst, fluff, arguments

Levi was furious. The plan to send Eren to Marley was ruined, all because the boy couldn't leave on time. He slammed his hands on Commander (name)'s desk, glaring up at the taller man.

"Just admit you care about the boy! For heaven's sake, you're a mess. Look at yourself!" (name) shouted, standing up to look down at Levi. Levi scoffed. "I don't care about that brat. He's useless if he can't even follow orders."

"Don't lie! I see the way you look at him. You care about Eren just as much as the rest of us!" Their argument echoed through the hallway.

Not even a minute later, Eren stumbled through the door, sobbing. Both Levi and (name)'s hearts broke at the sight of the boy in tears. Maybe (name) was right.

Maybe Levi did care more than he let on. But he would never admit that out loud. Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just give the poor boy a few more days. We'll figure something out." (name) smiled, knowing he had won this argument. "I knew you'd come around." Levi just scoffed again. Eren's sobs quieted into sniffles as (name) patted his back and whispered things to reassure him that he was alright.

The next few days were tense. Eren did his best to avoid Levi and (name), ashamed at causing trouble.

But Levi began to notice little things about the boy he hadn't before. The way Eren's eyes lit up when he talked about the outside world. How he always made sure his friends had enough to eat before taking anything for himself. The determined look on his face as he trained, pushing himself past his limits.

Maybe (name) was right. Maybe Levi did care for Eren, though he hated to admit it. He had practically raised the boy, after all. It was only natural that he'd grown attached.

When the day came for Eren to leave for Marley, Levi found himself hesitating. He wanted to call off the mission, to keep Eren close and safe. But he knew he couldn't. Eren had a duty to fulfill.

As Eren said his goodbyes, Levi pulled him into a stiff hug. "Be careful, brat," he muttered. Then, even quieter, "Come back home." Eren's eyes widened, but he smiled and hugged Levi tighter. "I will. Thank you, Captain Levi." Levi just sighed, ruffling Eren's hair.

He watched as the boy rode off into the distance, praying this wouldn't be the last time he saw those determined green eyes. Maybe he did care more than he wanted to admit, but Eren had become like family.

That night, Levi was unable to rest. His mind raced with anxious thoughts about Eren - was he unharmed? Would he come back home? Levi tossed and turned for what seemed like hours on end until the painful uncertainty became too much to bear.

He dragged himself up the stairs to (name)'s office, tears flowing down his cheeks. He pounded on the door, gasping for air as panic and anguish overwhelmed him.

(name) opened the door and Levi collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. His cries echoed through the halls as (name) held him close, gently stroking his hair and whispering soothing words of comfort.

"I'm scared.." Levi choked out between sobs. (name) lifted Levi's chin, wiping the tears from his eyes with his thumb.

"Eren will come back to us. He always does."

(Name) placed a kiss on Levi's forehead, holding him as Levi's heartbreaking sobs turned to small whimpers and the tears had run dry. Levi clung to (name) as if his life depended on it, terrified that if he were to let go the unusual feelings might engulf him completely.

"You will be alright, my love. Eren will return home to us. He has a place here." (name) rested his forehead against Levi's, their breaths mingling together.

Levi took a shuddering breath, steadying himself. (name) was right. (Name) was always right. Eren always returned.

Levi gazed up at (name), eyes red but with determination flickering in their depths. "Thank you," he whispered. (name) simply smiled, pulling Levi close again. They would endure this hardship together, as they always had.

Eren had come back from Marley, without anyone knowing. it was just past midnight and he quietly snuck up the stairs to the top floor of the building to go to (name)'s office.

There he stood, faceing the golden plate 'commander (name)' it stood. He knocked gently on the door. He didn't even think (name) heard it. He felt himself hold back sobs, biting his lip almost to the point of bleeding. Oh how he missed you two and the others.

The door opened and revealed his commander, rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat. (name) realized who stood before him and he quickly wrapped two secure arms around him, Eren finally let the sobs he held out. He cried for what seemed like hours into his shirt, in reality it was just about 2 minutes.

(Name) pulled away and sat the both down on the couch, putting reassuring hand on his shoulder, Levi came bursting through the door as he heard commotion from (name)'s office.

Levi got his words caught in his throat at the sight of the boy he missed so dearly. Not enough with that but he was dirty too, mud and blood most likely his own, had stained his clothing.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You look like hell." Eren laughed, the sound light and airy. "Still as nice as ever, Captain."

Levi rolled his eyes, though the fondness in his gaze betrayed him. He guided Eren to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth to wipe the blood and grime from his skin.

Eren winced as Levi dabbed at a cut on his cheek, hissing in pain. (name) leaned against the doorframe while crossing his arms.

"I'll have to properly bandage that." He rummaged through the cabinets, finding a roll of bandages and something to sanitize the wound with.

Eren watched Levi work, a soft smile on his face. "I'm fine, really."

"You're injured. And if you don't clean it you're gonna get an infection..." Levi carefully cleaned Eren's cuts and scrapes before wrapping the bandage around his head. "There. Is that alright?" Eren nodded, gently touching the bandage. "Thank you, captain."

Levi cleared his throat awkwardly. "You're welcome. Now let's get you to bed."

Name followed silently, watching his usually cold and mean boyfriend silently take care of eren. Together they sat on the edge of his bed.

Eren felt tears well in his eyes and (name) put the covers tight around him and gently wiped away a slipping tear, shushing him as he tried to speak. Levi sat in silence looking at the boy.

"I just wanted to say... Thank you for kind of being my parents, You have always protected me and helped me. I didn't realize how grateful i were before i left for marley. Sorry for being such a dumbass and always causing trouble all the time..." Eren coughed as his throat had run dry.

"Don't say sorry" Levi blankly said. (name) got up "I'll go get some water Eren".

"Get some rest," Levi ordered, though his tone was softer than usual. Levi followed (name) tightly. While the two were walking down the hallway they met Hanji.

"Hey so. I heard Eren? Is he back? already?" Erwin came from behing Hanji.

"Eren's back?" he blinked in confusion and surprise. (Name) broke into the conversation before thay could say anything else.

"He is but don't tell anyone, he needs rest and a few days to get used to HQ again." (Name) huffed as he hurried off to get that promised water for Eren.

Levi and (name) quietly returned to the room with a cup of water for him.

"Here you go Eren" (name) whispered as he placed the cup on his nightstand, he leaned down and kissed his forehead softly before turning off the lights and just as he was about to close the door, Eren whispered "Thank you.. dad." as he dozed off into a good nights sleep.

Eren slept peacefully that night. No titans or nightmares. He was home, and he was safe. Levi and (name) were there to care for him, just as they always had been. He smiled as he slept, comforted by the knowledge that he was loved.

-Meanwhile-

(Name) looked at Levi amused. "Wow didn't know you could ever be this soft with titanboy. I'm surprised you finally admitted that you care about him"

"Shut up before i roundkick your asshole up your nose" Levi spat back at (name) as he drank his tea.

"Aye aye captain" (name) got back to his paperwork with a smile on his face, feeling like he found what hes been looking for his entire life.

"Thank you..dad." Eren's words warmed (name)'s heart and he couldn't stop repeating them in his head.

[shandaumath]

When the Spark has Faded, Part II

((Continuation from Part I - Honored to have written this piece with @prismspark))

Vynlorin didn't register it for a time. The sound of his own grief resounding in his skull throbbed so loudly and so uncontrollably that he had been trying with great desperation to keep strong for Kessanella. But when her silence and stillness fell for too long, he thought she might have fallen asleep; and then he looked at her, at Martinenche, and the weight of her stillness set in. And the weight of his grief began to burst. 

All at once his face twisted fully, and his hand consumed it while his shoulders rocked through the tears. He gripped her hand so desperately as if to keep the bishop here in this world beside him, as if he was misunderstanding and she might wake up soon; but she wouldn't, and the elf was left alone beside her.

Martinenche turned as she heard the sudden outburst...And worry filled her expression. She took a few steps over. "Baron Dreadmist, is..." A pause, a glance down. Her expression looked as if it were suddenly hit by a thunderbolt. A moment's silence, before it sounded - like a car backfiring as she choked out a wretched sob. "Mother..." She dropped to her knees, reaching for Kessa's other hand, joining Vynlorin in furious squeezing. But it was no good - and no use. Bishop Prismspark would not darken the halls of the House of Nobles again. 

Martinenche herself found herself unable to find her composure for a time, head resting against the Bishop's knee. Finally though she pulled her head up, she stared at Vynlorin, pleadingly. "I..." She couldn't find the words, but her gaze was...grateful. A final moment in peace - it was more than most could ask for. She gave up tryin to find words after a minute, and slowly rose to her feet. "I can...I can tend to thing---To her. I..." She gave up trying to speak then, still holding onto Kessa's hand, hoping her point made.

Vynlorin barely heard the words. His sobbing resounded in his skull, and it stirred a terrible grief that he hadn't felt for a very long time. It dragged him into a deep and terrible loneliness, and for a while he sat alone in that darkness while still clinging to the gnome beside him. 

He suffocated under the words that he had hoped to say to the bishop who had meant so much to him, more than perhaps even she knew, but he couldn't say them when she was alive and now they were a chain upon his neck that strangled him with grief and sorrow. 

He wanted to flee and he wanted to remain, and finally he knew he should answer Martinenche -- first with small but wild nods, and then with words that fluctuated and cracked. "If you need anything--" A sniff, eyes raw and fluttering. "Tell me. Anything.”

Martinenche's jaw was tightly bound by iron at this moment - for anything other would break and cause the flood of tears to begin. She simply nodded her head when he gave the same to her, happy to avoid words. But then, the question. It let loose then, a puff of air, a gasping exhale as she sobbed. "She's...I...What do I do now? How do I - how will I..." She was left there, trembling - about to fall once more. "I...I can't bring her to her bed. I..." She looked at him, imploringly. "...Please. I...."

Vynlorin shoved his palm again and again to his eyes, and it was in Martinenche's weakness that he found some strength -- the strength to be strong for another. Though it was only a brief, fleeting thing, it was enough, and he nodded until the tears slowed enough for him to see. "Where?" Yet his hand still remained, firm against Kessanella's which began to grow cold. He wouldn't release it until the very end, whenever he might be forced.

Martinenche took another few moments to compose herself, soon releasing Kessa's hand. "I...The second floor of the apartments. Her bed. You'll...There are dumplings there I...Last night she mentioned, and I was going...I was...They were..." She slumped down to the seat burying her face into the palms of her hands, and losing herself in sobs.

Rubbing his eyes, it was almost a calming remedy at this point. He rubbed at them again and again, eyes red and tender from the cloth scraping against them over and over. Then he nodded, sniffed, and slowly, slowly, carefully moved to his feet; and the fear of disrespecting Kessanella set in. The grief, the guilt. As if asking for her permission he looked at her, and then finally his hand released hers and moved to her back with an arm under her legs. 

He sought to lift her frail and fragile form, and the weight of it tugged again against his heart. He wasn't a strong man, but she was such a tiny thing that he had no issue with it, and it broke him.

Kessanella Prismspark was indeed easy to lift up. By now she was as light as a feather, frail - nearly broken. Upwards she was taken - a woman who had held such weight...Now in death had so very little of it. She was there, in his arms. And together they began their last journey.

It was always a curiosity, wondering what someone of stature would keep as their last words. Those final ones would practically ring out then with each step. "You're not broken...You just need a little bit of polish." 

And with that, the journey was complete.

[stokesy55]

Speaking of toxic Indian soaps.. there was an episode in one where one of the male characters (can't remember if it was the lead or not), made the female lead dance on broken glass pieces 😳😭 idek if the girl was his wife or ended up with him. 😭

Now I'm imagining Pat doing that to VK in omegaverse. 🤣 Ooh, remember that old video from RCB where VK is dancing with AB de Villiers and Starcy is keeping an eye on him? 🤭 Maybe all that reached Pat? When VK comes home, Pat is leering at him like, "So. Dancing with AB at today's party, were you? "

VK groans, tired of this argument. "For the one hundredth time, nothing's going on between me and him! We were just dancing!"

Pat smiles. "When did I ever accuse you of carrying on an affair behind my back? You can dance with anyone you want. Won't you dance for me too sometimes? How about right now?"

VK is instantly wary. "I-- no-- I'm tired. I want to sleep." He tries to escape up the stairs, but Pat blocks his way, holding him by the elbow. "I insist." His voice was smooth, without even a hint of anger.

"Fine." VK mumbles, wanting to get this over and done with. He knows how persistent Pat can be. "Any particular tune you want me to dance to?"

Pat hums. "Something peppy, definitely? One of those Bollywood songs you like? I want you to enjoy yourself, honey."

Bewildered, VK puts on one of his playlists. Just as he's about to start dancing, Pat tells him to wait a moment. The alpha settles into an armchair, and reaches for the bottles of wine kept on the table next to him. He pours out two large glasses of wine.

Then Pat picks up both the bottles, and throws them, one after the other, right at VK's feet. Pieces of glass scatter all over the floor. VK yelps and leaps backwards. "What the fuck?"

Pat's eyes glint, much like blue shards of glass themselves. He sips wine calmly from his glass. "Dance. Now."

"Have you lost it?" VK gasps, shocked. "You want me to dance on broken glass? What the hell is wrong with you? I told you nothing is going on between me and AB!"

Pat shrugs. "Don't dance then. Suit yourself." He produces a set of papers from the nearby drawers. "I'm certainly not forcing you to dance. Just know that if you don't, I'm finalizing our divorce, and that's your career gone. That won't hurt you much, certainly. You dance well enough to be a professional. You can make it your full-time career."

"Stop," VK yells, panicking, as Pat picks up a pen. "I'll dance," he gulps, voice trembling, bile rising up his throat. "I'll dance."

He hits the play button, and loud Punjabi music blares around the room. Wincing, VK steps onto the "dance floor" Pat had especially prepared for him. The glass slashes through his skin instantly, making him whimper in pain. Pat's smile widens, and VK knows this is going to be a very long night.

Pat makes VK dance to every single song on the playlist. He has no idea how long the ordeal lasts. All he knows is that it's agonizing. When the final song ends, VK collapses to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. His feet are cut and lacerated and stinging and bleeding profusely. The floor is covered with red footprints.

"And that is what you deserve for being a shameless little slut," Pat comments lightly. Then his expression softens, and he gets down next to his husband.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, come here," Pat sighs, attempting to draw VK into a comforting hug. VK recoils from him, disgusted. "Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking monster!"

Pat's eyes flash. "I'm trying to help you here."

"No need," VK snarls through grit teeth. "I can manage." Swiping a furious fist across his eyes, VK hobbles to his feet, panting. Clasping the chair with a white knuckled grip, he takes the first step towards his bedroom. Blood oozes from his feet, trickling onto the floor, leaving behind a crimson trail as he gingerly limps across the room.

"That's enough! Stop acting like a stubborn brat! You'll only hurt yourself further, and you are making a mess of my house! Who the fuck is going to clean that up?" Pat loses his patience, catching up to VK in one long stride, and lifting him off his feet. VK bursts into stormy tears, slapping Pat's chest uselessly. "Let me go! How dare you touch me after this!?"

Pat carries VK up to the bedroom, where he tenderly removes the splinters of glass lodged in VK's feet. He cleans up the blood and applies a thick layer of medicine over the wounds. VK has his face turned away from Pat and he makes no sound save for the occasional moan of pain, accompanied by a sniffle or two, a little hiccup.

Pat probably realizes that his company will be unwelcome during the night, so he leaves VK alone, although not before kissing his cheek, making the omega shudder in rage and revulsion.

After Pat is gone, VK breaks down, curling up under his blankets, weeping, his feet hurting and throbbing too much to let him sleep. Eventually he cries himself to sleep, exhausted.

(I'm so truly sorry for dropping this horror in your inbox I'll go and sleep now, I think my lack of a nap is showing 😭🤐)

Ahaha - that is quite something, but as stated my overse pat isn’t anywhere near this cruel and certainly isn’t cruel for the sake of being cruel

[twistyprefect]

Hello! Could you do hc's for Leona, Malleus, Jamil and Lilia where he finally confesses to his crush, but his crush's responce is kinda sad, Mc responds with a "you love me? Huh... no ones ever said that to me before- but it's nice to hear! Don't get me wrong. Anyway, I love you too" and they're acting like that's a completely normal thing to say

{time to unleash my angst writing ( ◕▿◕ ) ty for this anon 💕}

Leona Kingscholar

Leona has been in love with them for as long as he's known them; he didn't really understand why, but he did

he couldn't figure out how to confess to them, always giving up and leaving it at the last moment

finally he couldn't handle it anymore, afraid his feelings would spill over, words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them

a sunny afternoon in the Savanaclaw dorm found him holding onto their hands, words falling from his lips uncontrollably

"I love you. I love you so much."

he waits anxiously for them to answer, his heart beating fast and blood rushing in his ears

"..hah. I didn't think I'd hear those kind of words from you! I never really have. I love you too!" they said, oddly cheerful

Leona frowns and pulls them into a tight hug, reassuring them that he'd tell them that every day if they wanted, squeezing them tighter as they laugh through their tears

Jamil Viper

Jamil compares his love for them to a sweltering heat, a familiar feeling of the sun beating down on him mercilessly

he notices them in any crowd, every room they're in his eyes are drown straight to them and their energy

he swallows his pride and asks Kalim for advice on how to woo them, or at least how to confess his feelings eloquently

he corners them outside the college, pulling them into the courtyard by the hand and turning back to them

"I love you, undyingly. I won't ask you to return my feelings."

they laugh a bit and squeeze his hand, looking up at him with pure adoration in their expression

"Oh, Jamil. I love you too. I never thought you'd be the first one to say something like that to me..."

he's almost horrified by this admission, promising to remind them he loves them every single day until it's normal for them to hear it

Malleus Draconia

Malleus has no idea how or when but he found himself swept up in this adorable human's wake

he find himself drawn to them, his eyes following them as they walk to class, his ears listening for their voice at any given time

asking Lilia brings few results, and his storybooks never prepared him for the amount of love running through his veins

he asks them to join him for tea one afternoon, a few months before his blazing feelings started to take hold

"I believe...no, I know, that I love you, my dearest."

they grin wide and put their cup of tea down, jumping into his arms and laughing until they starts to sob, their teas melting into his shirt

"I've never had someone tell me that before..."

he's immediately furious on their behalf, wanting to tear the world asunder for making them feel unloved or unwanted; before he can, he feels their small arms wrap around his neck, holding him in place, at mercy to their whims

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia had never imagined that a human like them could so completely capture his heart

he once thought they were a fae, or that they had made a deal with Azul to obtain his love; no, they were simply amazing and beautiful and loving and so on

he had no idea how he could hope to have his feelings returned, but he did what he could, worming his way into their life to keep them interested

eventually he asks his beloved to join him on a fun little adventure off campus, heading to one of the popular bakeries nearby before bringing them to a nice private picnic spot

"I know this might be a little surprising or random, but I'm in love with you. Completely and thoroughly."

they grin and hug him tightly, mumbling their returned love into his shoulder as he relaxes

"No one has ever told me that before. Never."

he tightens his hold on their waist, whispering promises into their ear, swearing to make sure they are loved and cherished and secure to the best of his ability

[j-nxx]

hear me out.. mirror sex marius…🤨🤨

torturing marius and making him embarrassed when he’s normally so hard to fluster but then he gradually gets more confident <333

dom!gn!reader, sub!marius, mirror sex

“D-do I have to?” His convincing pout was undermined by the furious blush spreading across his body. A single eyebrow raise from you was all it took for him to pout even harder but quickly spread his legs.

His reflection on the other side of the glass did the same, and you were both able to see the dripping mess between his legs. Marius’s expression contorted with shame and he whimpered, trying to close his legs immediately, but you hooked hands around the backs of his knees and spread them even further.

It threw him off balance and he slumped onto you, legs in the air and spread wide open. He was breathing heavily already despite the fact you had only opened him up so far.

You moved his hands to replace your own, forcing him to hold his own legs up, before sneaking your fingers down to shamelessly put his tight rim on display.

Marius squirmed, face trying to avoid the puffy pink in the mirror, but you clicked your tongue and gripped his jaw, making him stare directly at how debauched he looked as you shallowly fucked him at the deep angle.

As you started to mercilessly jab at his prostate, his legs started jerking uncontrollably and he was forced to stare at his own face while it shifted into desperate moans as you still gripped his jaw. His eyes fluttered and jaw went slack, and he was looking at it the entire time.

He swallowed, and you could feel his throat bob under your palm. Marius’s demeanor shifted as he took in the sight of himself; he willingly spread his legs more, arching into you and moaning high and whiny like he was made for it.

You would’ve thought he was truly that euphoric if not for the sly grin painted on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew what he was going to get as a result.

The sight of him willingly baring himself made you thrust your fingers even more violently, forcefully jabbing at his prostate. Marius began to convulse and sob, but still exaggerated his moans and fluttered his eyelashes—although at this point, he barely needed to exaggerate anything.

You could both clearly see how blissed out he looked. His cheeks were red and shiny with tears, he was limp and spreadeagled in your lap, sniffling and whining like a mindless little pretty puppet.

You weren’t finished with him yet though. How could you be, when he had just so sweetly demonstrated for you how whorish he could be?

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Unexpected Comfort

Part 4

Her Life Means Everything

Tags @mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

"I'm sorry the doctor did what to him!" The next time I'm speaking to my sister is because she called about our father being in town. He had gotten into an accident and a nurse gave him vampire blood before he died so he's now in what she called transition.

My twin throws her hands out in front of her trying to calm me down. "Maddie, lisen we need to convince him to take blood-"

"I don't have to convince him to do anything with you. You're still the person who lied to me about who Klaus really was!" I pointed my index finger at her still furious from what happened a few nights ago.

She walked forward reaching for my hands before I heard someone coming up the stairs. Turning my head towards the door I saw Elena who I ran to immediately. The three of us ended up sitting outside on the front porch in the middle of the night. "My mom's in there sitting with my dad. And I don't think they've been in the same room this long since I was ten years old."

"Mads, you alright. You haven't said anything to your sister in hours?" Elena asked looking over my sister's shoulder seeing me with my back to her hugging my knees to my chest sniffing tears out.

Slumping my shoulders to her I grumbled under my breath. "She lied to me Elena. That's why I'm not talking to her!"

"But your dad.." Elena tried until I cut her off.

"Don't act like you know what is happening Elena. Believe it or not I don't want him to become a vampire. Since the vampire that is my sister is a total liar. And our father hates vampires. Why would we send him to immortal life of suffering!" Jumping up to stand I started sobbing uncontrollably

Caroline starts to cry. "I hated him so much for what he did to me. So much. Now all I want to do is save his life." Referring to the day where he captured her and burned her with the sun trying to change her back into being a human.

"Of course you do, he's your dad." Elena reaches for my sister's hand with a weak look.

My sister sniffed still lightly crying now. "What was the hardest part for you? When you lost your Dad?"

Elena slumped her shoulders in a shaky breath. "Realizing all the things that he wouldn't be there for. The things that... that you just need your Dad for, you know?"

"How did you get through it?" I trailed off sliding back down onto the ground sitting on the other side of her.

Elena wrapped an arm around me and my sister noticing our matching rings that we still wore. "I looked to the family I had left. So..you and Care can lean on each other for strength." Caroline and I leaned into her sobbing heavily for a few hours.

Entering my sister's Caroline and I see our father sitting on her bed smiling at us. Racing forward I fling my arms around his neck sobbing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me kissing my forehead before my sister stood in front of him. "Listen, listen to me. I know that you think you made your choice, but you can change your mind. You know, you are strong enough to handle being a vampire. I mean, you're the strongest person that I know." She sits down beside me on the bed.

"Oh, Caroline, my strength is all in my beliefs. Becoming a vampire is wrong, people aren't supposed to cheat death, it's just what I believe. Please respect that." He gets to his feet holding each of our hands in his.

Caroline lets go of his hand and stands up starting to cry. "God. How can you hate who I am so much?!" She throws her hands up whipping her head down to me. "Maddie I know you're mad at me but you honestly respect the choice that he going to die...when there's a chance where he can live!"

"Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart, I don't hate you, I love you. You're strong, you're beautiful, you're good. And even after everything that has happened to you, you are exactly who your mother and I hoped you'd grow up to be." Our father holds her face in his hands wiping away the tears where I started crying again too.

Flinging my arms around his neck I stiffened feeling like my heart is breaking into a million pieces. "I understand...I understand why you don't want to. But it doesn't make this any easier!"

"Sssh Maddie. You are going to get through this. You and your sister are so strong..I love you." He kisses my forehead gently.

"Please don't leave me, Daddy. Please... please don't leave me. Daddy just don't leave me." He draws my sister in for a family hug too releasing some tears too.

I felt him squeezing us both gently into his chest trying to make things better with us. "Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children, Caroline. It's okay, Maddie." He each gives us a kiss on our forehead. "This is life. This is what it means to be human."

Leaving my house in the middle of the night I shrugged on a red jacket entering the grill seeing a drink that is full sitting on the bar table with a note laying in front of it. "Free of charge, love." I read the note taking a sip of the drink tasting alcohol that's a beer. "I can't have this..."

"Don't worry Maddie. I compelled the bartender to leave early. So it's just you and me." Whipping my head around in the direction in the voice I gasped seeing Klaus sitting a few seats away from me. He raises a drink to his lips sipping it softly. "What's making you cry love?"

Reaching up I felt some tears slipping down my cheeks not realizing that I was still crying over my father. "Oh its nothing...don't worry about it."

"Actually I think I should worry about it. I can hear your heartbeat Maddie. The shackyness in your breath. So something is troubling you." He walks over standing beside me as I sat on a barstool. "I know you don't know who I am. But I hate seeing you in pain. What can I do?"

My heart skipped a beat at his concern. I don't understand why my friends see him as the bad guy. Ever since I met he has only been nice to me. "My father died Klaus...and my sister lied to me. I just...I don't know what to do anymore!" Without thinking I fling my arms around his neck feeling him stumble backwards at the sudden embrace.

"Sssh it's alright sweetheart..." He runs one hand through my hair with his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me against his chest. "I've got you Maddie...I'm here for you not matter what they say. I'm here for you."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

Crowbar

TWs: Graphic murder, some gore, broken bones, mouth whump (not teeth)

This is the first of my unhinged torture drabbles! This is NOT like what I normally write so heed the content warnings. ~~~

Whumper deftly twirled a butterfly knife between their fingers, the blade flashing against the dim light of the abandoned warehouse. “I’ve always wondered how much pain the body can take before it simply… expires,” they mused, pacing the table their captive was bound to. 

Whumpee struggled against his bonds, the tightly knotted cords cutting into his skin as he thrashed in a desperate attempt to free himself. “Get away from me, fucking creep!” He shrieked, his heart a rapid pulse in his chest. 

“Get the fuck—” his breath hitched. Cold steel pressed against his lips, forcing him silent. 

“I don’t have time for this shit,” they snapped, flipping the knife shut and beginning to rifle through what looked like a toolbox. They returned to Whumpee’s side with a wickedly curved needle threaded with a thin wire. 

Whumpee shook their head, pain seizing their chest with the sudden terror. “Nononono I’ll stay quiet!” He pleaded quickly, his struggles growing more rapid and furious. 

Whumper ignored their pitiful begging and simply placed a hand on their head to hold them still, striking forward with the needle and stabbing it roughly through Whumpee’s lips. He let out a desperate wail at the piercing pain as blood filled his mouth, crying out again when the needle stabbed through once more. The wire was pulled taut, and Whumpee jerked against the restraints, clenching their teeth in an attempt to hold back another cry. Yet they still screamed when the needle was shoved through their lips, as the wire was tugged until it sliced their skin, as Whumper pierced through their lips one last time and yanked the needle off of the wire. 

Whumpee sobbed pitifully, tears rolling furiously down his face. Please— he tried to say. But instead a flashing pain erupted at his lips as the wire tugged at the fresh wounds, and he went still but for the trembling that had overtaken him. 

Whumper grinned, setting the needle aside to pick up a crowbar in one hand and their knife in the other. “Alright, now that I’ve shut you up, we can get to the real fun,” they mused. “Time to see how much you can take.”

They leaned over the table and sliced a deep cut through Whumpee’s side, the knife effortlessly parting flesh and spilling blood down his torso. Whumpee uttered an incoherent mess of curses, his shredded lips only adding to the throbbing of the gash. 

He tugged the restraints desperately, although he knew by now that the attempt would be futile. The pain was inevitable now. Whumper set down their knife and took the crowbar in both hands, pointing the edge towards the gash they’d made. A freezing rush ran down Whumpee’s spine as the edge of the crowbar dug into the cut, and Whumper began to edge it below their rib, prying up ever so slowly. His soft sobs turned to animalistic screams, and his head spun with vertigo as his stomach clenched at the sheer revulsion of it all.

Whumper kept tugging oh-so-slowly until Whumpee couldn’t breathe from the frantic hyperventilation that had replaced their crying, then wrenched the bone from their body with a sickening crack. Whumpee howled once more at the shock of the agony snapping through their body, the wire stitching tearing through their lips.  

Pleasepleasepleaseplease—

Whumper picked up the knife and dragged an identical cut down the left side of their torso, savoring how Whumpee shook and wept from the knowledge that they’d be forced to endure the same torture once more. 

He broke more quickly this time; sobbing uncontrollably right as the crowbar was shoved into his insides, shocking a revolting pain through his whole body. As Whumper began to pry out his second rib, Whumpee realized the pain was practically paralyzing him, freezing his entire body in place so he could do nothing but cry and wish for it to be over.

Squelch. With a lurching tug, the second rib was ripped from his body, the agony blinding him in a furious wave of white. 

Blood coated his body and the table; spilled from his lips from the instinctive cries slicing his mouth against the wire stitches. His vision tunneled to black, he dimly recognized the fresh pain of a third cut slicing down his skin. 

He was too weak to do anything but weep. 

Whumper began to yank out a third rib, wrenching bone from flesh and snapping it from his body with a harsh, jerking tug. 

And as Whumpee’s world dissolved into emptiness, they were only glad for it to be over.