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Chapter Four: The Dungeon Master and Depression

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX, HEAVY BDSM THEMES, AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR/A BLANK BLOG/ A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTEREACT! IF I SEE IT, I WILL BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, Steve needs a hug, sad Steve, Eddie being the literal sexiest man on the planet, daddy kink, spit kink, spanking, cum eating, squirting, bondage, masterbation, Dom! Eddie, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), BDSM themes, Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s and reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Eddie shows you a side of him you haven't seen before and things with Steve take a turn for the worst

Authors Note: Hi yall, i just wanted to say thank you for all the love on this series so far, ive really enjoyed writing it! also im very nervy about posting this chapter bc the smut is intense! i prommy it wont always be this intense but anyways ENJOY :D 9k

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The next few days were spent mostly consoling Violet, she had made the decision to break up with Quinn. She didn’t trust them anymore and you didn’t blame her. You and Eddie took turns holding her when she cried or getting her to shower and eat food. It left little time for you and Eddie to spend time alone, never getting the chance to finish what you started after your date.

You could steal kisses here and there, but no heavy petting. It was driving you insane, it was like the universe was punishing you for dating your best friend’s dad.

After a few days she decided she needed to get out of Hawkins for a little while and went to spend a week at her mom’s. You made her promise to text her whenever she needed, and Eddie offered again to go over to talk to Quinn. She waved both of you off, reassuring you that she’d be fine. You drove her to the airport and off she went.

It made you feel guilty that you were so relieved that she had left, you felt like you were the worst best friend in the world. First dating her dad, and secondly happy she was leaving you after just having a brutal break-up.

What kind of friend are you?

You spent the next few days catching up on school, finally getting a chance to focus now that you didn’t have to worry about Violet as much. Not wanting to waste the very limited time the two of you had at Eddies, you spent the nights at his house covering the entire house in random textbooks and various versions of assignments. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the couch, he would watch tv while you studied, or you’d be in a chair out in the garage while Eddie played guitar and smoked. Or your favorite, cuddled up on his lap on his bed, Eddie silently reading a book and caressing the skin available to him.

It was perfect domestic bliss, he’d cook the two of you breakfast in the morning, and he’d come home to a homecooked meal in the evening. The only thing you were missing was his cock, mid terms were coming up and you were absolutely swamped. Spending all of your time that wasn’t spent at school, or working, was dedicated to more school. It was frying your brain.

Then one day you had finally had enough, another one of your professors had added another paper due on top of studying for all of your other exams. You had so many things you needed to get done before Thanksgiving you thought your head was going to explode.

You spent some time crying in your car that day, before walking up the driveway into Eddies house. Now a second home to you, you take off your shoes and head to Eddies bedroom and snuggling under the sheets, breathing in his scent. You hear Eddies familiar footsteps coming up the stairs into the bedroom the two of you basically shared.

“hey sweetpea-“ the rest of his greeting dying on his lips.

You feel him before you see him, he just slides into bed with you and holds you tightly against him. Then you lose it some more, crying into one of his pillows, just so stressed out. You needed all of it to go away, you didn’t want to think anymore.

He pushes the hair out of your face and wipes away your tears, “hey talk to me baby, what’s goin on? Hmm?” he questions, concern in his voice.

“It’s too much” you croak, turning over and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Make it go away, please make it go away, my brain is so tired, I just need a break!” you sob harder into his embrace.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your body, protecting you from the outside world.

“I know baby, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” he says calmly, leaving little kisses in your hair.

The two of you tangled up together in silence, just him touching your skin and you holding on to him for dear life. It stays like this for a few minutes. You can practically hear Eddies mind working a thousand miles a minute.

“... do you really want it to go away?” Eddie asks, almost a whisper.

You nodded feverishly into his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Please,” you whisper into his chest.

Eddie pulls the two of you apart so you can see his face, his eyes serious with anticipation. He caresses your cheek with his hand, running his thumb across your lips.

“I wanna show you something, you don’t have to say yes. But I think it might help.” He says, waiting for your answer.

You nod your head, ready to try anything to get your brain to calm down. He takes you by your hands, carefully getting you up and on your feet. Being so gentle with you, almost like he was afraid you’d break if he moved to quick or touched you too hard. Eddie led you down the stairs into the kitchen, right in front of the basement door.

He looked at you anxiously, you rarely if ever saw him anxious, it made your heart rate spike a little feeding off his nervous energy.

He opens the door and leads you down into the basement, immediately confused by Eddies immense anxiety. It’s just a basement, it had loads of Eddies DnD books nicely tucked away on bookshelves, a huge circular table in the middle with papers scattered all over it, and a bunch of props and miniatures that you assumed Eddie used for various DnD campaigns. Eddie meets you at the bottom of the stairs and puts his hand in yours, his eyes still timid.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I’ve been working on a new campaign.” He says while nervously scratching the back of his head. You squeeze his hand giving him some reassurance.

“Look, I know we haven’t been dating very long, but I really fucking like you. So just bear with me kay? I don’t wanna scare you off,” he states, fiddling with your fingers in his hands.

“You could never scare me off Eddie” you say plainly, having more admiration for him than almost anybody else.

With a sigh he guides you past all the DnD stuff into a hidden black door under the stairs, the door locked with a key padlock.

Eddie grabs a key off a chain that’s on his neck that he wears every day, you always thought it was just for decoration and not practical use. He turns the key into the lock and leads you into a dark room and turns on the light.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the room, not really sure what you’re seeing. The walls are blood red, various toys, whips, paddles, and a saint Andrews cross leaning in the corner between two walls. At the center of the room was a bed with black satin sheets, with a black bed frame with various hooks and chains attached to it.

You look at Eddie in surprise, you didn’t expect him to have a whole fucking sex dungeon in his basement. You were impressed, you usually only read about stuff like this in your books. Never thinking that you’d actually get to experience it in real life.

“This is uh, welcome to my dungeon” he says, grandiosely waving his hands to show off the room, chuckling nervously to himself. You smile lightly at him, still your goofy Eddie.

“You can totally tell me to fuck off, and we don’t ever have to talk about this ever again, scouts honor. I just.. I thought maybe because of the books you like to read. Maybe we had uhm similar interests,” he says, closing the door behind the two of you.

You’re still in awe of what you see before you, finding something new to look at every second, you start to feel yourself getting excited. The anxiety melting away the longer you were in this room, like it was magic.

“Please say something, anything, you’re killin’ me here darlin,” he says, pulling your hand to his lips, leaving tiny kisses in their wake.

You walk farther into the room, dusting your fingers along the various toys and instruments on the wall. Eddie follows suit, rubbing his arms up and down your shoulders while you look. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He looks at you hungrily, waiting for your next move, you’ve never wanted him more.

“Turn off my brain Eds, please,” you beg, putting on your prettiest doe eyes.

Eddie curses under his breath and shakes his head trying to concentrate. He hugs you tightly as a thank you that you didn’t run out of the room kicking and screaming. He sits the two of you on a bench at the foot of the bed, holding your hands in his.

“Alright sweetness, I gotta lay down a few rules before we play, okay?” He says, clearly in his element. You nod, understanding what he means. Being familiar with the world of BDSM, but never getting to act on it before.

“First things first, safe words, If I ask you for your color, you respond with Green, Yellow, or Red. Green meaning you’re okay mentally and physically and I can keep going. Yellow meaning that you’re reaching your limit and I need to check in with you. Red meaning stop, you say this word and whatever scene we are doing will stop immediately and we will go into aftercare. I want you to feel safe during every single part of this, so don’t be afraid to stop a scene, okay? This is supposed to be fun for the both of us. Ya with me so far?” He smiles lightly trying to keep the tension light but letting know that he means business.

“With ya Eds,” you say with a nod of your head.

You can practically hear his heart swelling with pride. He continues to go through some more safety rules, what to do if you’re bound or gagged and can’t say a safe word. He goes through some walk throughs of what some of the various toys do, to see what piques your interest. He asks you if you know any of your hard or soft limits, you give him some basic ones, open to a lot considering you didn’t have a ton of real life experience in this department. You were starting to get a little nervous, hoping that you would live up to Eddies expectations.

He senses the panic inside you and squeezes your hands. “Don’t worry okay? You agreeing to try this with me is already a dream come true, I just want to help you feel better, help you let go.” He says sweetly.

You take a deep breath and lean back into him on the bench. He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your arms and then around your waist, tugging up the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head, and does the same with your leggings. He has you stand in front of him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, your skin erupting in goosebumps when it hits the cold air.

“Beautiful,” he says breathlessly, his eyes scanning over every inch of your body. You look at him, you can see his cock already stiffening in the confines of his pants.

“Bend over for me baby,” he commands. Situating you over his lap, ass in the air, making your thoughts immediately cloud with want. You had never been in such a compromising position before and you loved it, showing yourself off to him.

“I’ll start slow, remember, any time you need to stop just say red and I’ll stop okay?” he reminds you one last time before he starts.

He readies you by palming each of your cheeks with his hands, increasing the pressure with each touch. You can already feel the heat rising in your body, your legs squirming together trying to find any sort of friction. Eddie seeing your desperation grabs your legs forcing them apart with his leg.

“You’re so fuckin cute, you’ll learn,” he warns, earning you a light slap across your left check. You gasp not expecting it, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, grinding your hips against Eddie’s clothed legs.

Two more light slaps come down on each cheek, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips grinding up wanting more. You can feel his length twitch underneath you with every smack, and your wetness seeping into your panties, you’d never been this desperate in your life.

“What’s your color princess, you doin okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice that makes your heart swell.

“Green Eds, m’ good,” you say hazily, your mind starting to cloud over.

With that confirmation he slowly increases the intensity of each slap, switching between your two cheeks. It only made you whimper louder, wanting even more. The slaps were now punishing, surely your cheeks bright pink from the abuse. You were surprised, you never thought something like this would feel so good. But you couldn’t help it, your panties now completely soaked through.

“You like that, you like when I hurt you?” he says, leaning into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nod wildly, not trusting your words.

You hear Eddie click his tongue, “Nuh uh pretty girl, down here you gotta use your words. Now I’m gonna ask again, you like it when I hurt you?” he demands, landing two more harsh slaps against your bottom.

“Yes, yes Eddie I like when you hurt me” you say desperately. Your body buzzing, every cell screaming with need. Your mind thinking of only him and the pain he gives you, mind completely blank.

“Good girl baby, doin such a good job” he praises, you smile at his praise, sinking further and further away from all the worries that had bothered you not a half hour ago.

He lands an especially mean slap on your right cheek pulling a loud moan out of your mouth, you can hear Eddies laugh vibrate through his chest.

“Fuck look at you baby, taking everything I give you. You’re my little pain slut aren’t you?” he mocks, tutting and rubbing at your now very red ass.

“Mhmm” you mutter brainlessly, trying to push your legs together, your clit on fire with need.

“Words pretty girl, I need words, that’s your last warning before you regret it,” he warns, gifting you another brutal slap.

“Y-yes, your pain slut, all yours,” you babble pathetically, desperate tears begging to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck me, yeah you are, C’mere let me look at you, get on your knees f’me” he says breathlessly, helping you off his lap and down between his legs. You lay your head against one of his knees, looking up at him between your eyelashes.

He brushes his hand across your cheek, rubbing your lips with his thumb. In your brainless state you allow his thumb into your mouth sucking on it while maintaining eye contact. You felt so free, knowing that he was going to take care of you, that you didn’t have to think anymore, giving up control gave your brain freedom that you wouldn’t have otherwise.

“Perfect” he utters, barely above a whisper, mesmerized by the way your mouth was sucking his thumb in, swirling the tip of his thumb with your tongue. Wanting more than just his thumb you tug on his pants and belt with your hand, but it wasn’t your turn to be in control. Eddie pulls the bottom of your chin up, straining your neck to meet his demand.

He pinches your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open wider. He takes his thumb out of your mouth replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, seeing how deep you can put them down your throat. While maintaining eye contact, you suck his fingers all the way to the back of your throat until you choke lightly on them.

“You look so pretty with your mouth all full” he says as he leans down to leave a kiss on the side of your very full mouth.

All the praise becoming too much, squirming aimlessly in the air, whimpering around Eddies fingers. He seems to get a kick out of your desperation, cursing under his breath. All made more apparent by his very hard cock outlined in his pants.

“Alright sweet thing, climb up on the bed for me” he commands, tapping the silk sheets on the bed. You do as your told, meanwhile Eddie removes his shirt, belt, and pants. You look at him hungrily, with the playing field now level.

He sits down onto the bed next to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your bodies melt together, his hands everywhere, grabbing every inch of you. The two of you relax onto the bed, letting him kiss and nip and your skin, slowly taking off your bra and panties until you were completely bare in front of him.

He pulls your legs apart, not allowing you to hide any part of yourself from him. You were embarrassed by how wet you had gotten just from that act alone, he barely touched you.

Eddie curses under his breath, pulling apart your folds to see you dripping down your thighs.

“My needy needy girl”, he coos, dipping one of his fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your release on his fingers. He brings it up to your mouth, you suck in his fingers eagerly, wanting to please. Your release taste tangy and sweet, you moan around his fingers at the dirty act. Dipping his fingers back at your entrance, taking some of your release for himself, moaning around his fingers.

Focusing his attention back on you, he straddles you and puts your hands above your head and kisses you deeply. You feel him grind against your core making you buck up against him. Your groans filling the room, the tension becoming too much to bear.

“Need you eds, please,” you beg, the pressure between your legs driving you insane. That’s the only confirmation Eddie needed before taking his boxers off, sliding his throbbing cock in between your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his back, pushing him harder against you.

He lines up his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushes in, his length pushing up against your cervix as he bottoms out. You whine, biting down on his shoulder, provoking a curse from his mouth.

“Color baby?” he asks breathlessly against your skin.

“Green Eds, really fucking green,” you grin against his shoulder, kissing the tattoo along his jaw.

Your words, diminishing the last of his resolve as he starts to thrust in and out of your heat slowly. Your eyes glass over, the pleasure being too much, you had never been so full. Not even your dildo doing half as much as Eddies cock.

“Shit, your pussy was fucking made for me, made to take my fucking cock,” he growls, biting down on a part of your neck, trying to contain his groans and whines.

You dig your claws into his back, wishing him deeper inside of you. Eddie using that as an okay to go faster, he grabs an edge of the bed frame for leverage. The wet sounds of his cock entering you drowning out your whimpers and moans.

“Uh, uh, uh, oh, fuuuckk E-eddie” you wail, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open.

“You like that baby, you like it when I fuck you like the little slut you are? All you needed was a few slaps on your ass for you do go dumb huh?” he mocks, pistoning harder into your core.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it, more please,” you beg, you wanted to see how much more you could handle, the pleasure building between your legs.

Eddie takes one of his hands off the bed frame, cupping the sides of your jaw with his hand.

“Open,” he demands. You obey, all rational thoughts gone long ago. Taking the opportunity, he spits sloppily into your mouth, you swallow and take what he gives your greedily.

“Atta girl, doing what your told” he sighs proudly, going back to concentrating rocking his hips against yours with vigor. You could feel yourself getting close, all of it becoming too much, the fucking, the slapping, the dirty talk, it was all perfect. You were plummeting quickly to your release, your walls spasming in anticipation.

“If you keep squeezing me like that m’ not gonna last much longer,” he confesses, leaving little kisses on your neck.

“Eds- I- fuck- I’m gonna cum- please cum in me please, need your cum,” you beg, feeling your release threatening to take over.

“Fuck,” he curses, you can feel his pace getting sloppier, fucking you through your release. Your legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed over, having the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

Your walls clamp down on Eddie, not lasting much longer after you, spilling his seed into your waiting center. You feel his release spill out onto your thighs and sheets.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he mutters into your chest, sweat covering both of your bodies. You giggle and caress his hair, playing with his dark brown and greying curls.

“Yeah, ‘m on the pill,” you confirm, leaving a kiss at the top of his head. Eddie sighs thankfully on your chest, followed by a few minutes of silence from the two of you. Basking in each others after sex glow, gentle touches and light kisses.

You stay cuddled up for a while, neither of you wanted to go back to reality. The basement was like your safe place, where both of you could let go, like really let go. He saw things in you today that up until now, you had never let anyone see that side of you. He allowed you the same, taking down his walls showing you everything he had to offer.

He showed that he really cared about you, that he could take care of you even when your brain was against you. That was something you had never had before, someone who knew you and cared about you enough to help you fight the endless battles in your brain. You swore to yourself right there that you’d help him fight his battles too.

After a while he got up and got you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to help wipe you off. Your center still sensitive from your previous activities. Eddie was gentle, taking his time, making sure you were physically okay. He even put cream on your sore, soon to be bruised ass, after many many kisses that made you blush.

His teddy bear eyes looking into yours, while the two of you lay naked in bed, him painting circles on your face.

“How’s your head now baby? Better?” he asked hopeful. Tears form at the tips of your eyes, you nod your head vigorously. Your tears making Eddies eyes fill with concern.

“What baby? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks soothingly.

You shake your head, trying to find the words for what you were feeling. “No no I’m fine, I’m just.. happy. My brain is so quiet, I can’t remember the last time my brain was so quiet.” You sob into Eddies chest, pulling him closer into you. He wraps his arms around you and shushes your tears, wiping them from your face leaving little kisses in their wake.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, I gotcha” he says, comforting you with more kisses, squeezing you tighter against him. The two of you spend the rest of the night down in the basement, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms, completely content.

When you wake up the following morning, you are still wrapped up in each other’s arms, Eddie still lightly snoring. You take this time to really take him in, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the laugh lines around his lips, his lips so pink and plush, the light wrinkles around his eyes, the dark curly brown hair that falls in front of his face, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. Not only is Eddie quite literally the sweetest man you had ever met in your life, but he’s also the most handsome.

You snuggle back into him, basking in his embrace. A little while later he wakes from sleep, stretching out, allowing you to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Hey little missy where do you think you’re goin?” he asks, pouting in bed patting the space where you were previously occupying.

“Just gotta pee,” you whisper, hoping maybe he will fall back asleep, but Eddie is stubborn.

“Just hold it, come back and cuddle,” he whines. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head before putting on his Metallica t shirt and heading out the door and up the stairs to the kitchen. You walk into the downstairs bathroom and gasp at the state you were left in. You still had mascara smudges under your eyes from crying and cumming, your hair was sticking up every which way, you looked a mess. And yet the beautiful man downstairs still wanted you, lucky you.

After you clean up a little and comb through your hair, you head to the kitchen to grab the two of you something to eat. You hear the basement door open, and the man you were just thinking about emerges, wearing only his boxers.

“I get to fuck the girl of my dreams AND she made me breakfast, I can die a happy man,” he remarks, enveloping you into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him, still not used how much he likes you.

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” he comments, taking a handful of your ass in each hand making you hiss, your butt still sore from the beating it received the day before.

“Just wanna touch base, everything yesterday was okay right? It wasn’t exactly what I picture our first time to be like but, I don’t regret it. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, definitely did not disappoint,” he expresses.

“It was better than I could’ve imagined Ed, really. You were beautiful.” You confess, going on your tippy toes to steal a kiss from him.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch eating breakfast, before you had to part ways. You had classes most of the day and Eddie had to go into the office for work.

Leaving Eddie was the hardest part of any day, but especially today. You had Steves class today, you always dreaded going after everything went down between the two of you. You wished to stay here forever.

The two of you share way too many last kisses before the two of you leave his house in your respective cars. You needed to go to your apartment before class to change, and then Sociology 101.

You waited as long as you possibly could before going into the classroom, you’ve started a routine of avoiding Steve as much as humanly possible. But when you entered the class, instead of being met by Steves sad eyes, you were met by a balding older man with grey hair. You look around at the rest of the class as you make your way to your seat, they also seem equally as confused as you. The man in the front of the class introduces himself as Professor McCarthy, he explained that he was going to take over for Steve for the time being.

“Where is Professor Harrington?” The girl who sits behind you asks, a slight whine in her voice.

“He has taken a seemingly well-deserved sabbatical,” Professor McCarthy confesses with zero empathy in his voice.

You can barely pay attention during class, your thoughts swimming threatening to drown you.

Why did he leave?

Was it because of you?

Does Robin know?

Was he forced to take a leave?

Did people find out about the two of you?

You hated to admit it, but a small part of your brain was trying to say something. Loud enough for you to hear it through the madness.

Is he okay?

You didn’t know why, but you still cared about Steve. Even though he hurt you, you wanted to know he was alright. After so many weeks of getting to know him, you knew how much being a teacher meant to him. You knew how passionate he is about the subject he teaches; it worried you that he could just leave. It had to mean something was really wrong.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, the new professors voice conveniently very easy to drone out. You were the first one to leave the room once class was over. Speed walking down the hall, heading to the only place you knew you’d find answers.

You knock on the door to Robins office, hoping that she was in today.

“Come in!” she calls out.

She looks startled when she sees you standing in her doorway, expecting to see a student with questions about an assignment.

“Uh, hi.” You say awkwardly, still standing in the doorway.

“Hey Y/N, come in, why don’t you sit down,” she offers kindly, already knowing why you’re here.

“Where is he?” you ask bluntly.

Robin sighs before answering, her eyes moving, trying to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“He just needed a break, and the board allowed it,” she says plainly

“I wanna talk to him,” you confess, words leaving your mouth before you could think. Yes, you were upset with Steve, definitely hurt. But that doesn’t mean that you wanted him to leave his job, the both of you are adults. You feel guilty, like you’re the reason he left, and you needed closure.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea honey,” Robin says empathetically.

Your heart drops.

“Please? At least think about it, okay? I’m not mad anymore, I just, I wanna make sure he’s okay,” you admit, hoping to clear the air.

Robin nods and promises that she’ll think about it, but she didn’t seem very convincing. The following days after, dragged on, still piled high with homework. Made worse now because your new sociology professor is the worst, he talked too fast and without any tone in his voice, you caught a few students falling asleep in his class, it was that bad.

Eddie helped a lot, staying over at your house some nights to cuddle up with you after staring at your computer screen for hours on end. You felt guilty that you were so worried about Steve, when you had the perfect man in front of you. You convinced yourself it was just guilt, you just wanted to make sure he’s okay.

Then you got lucky, one morning when you walked into Robins classroom, where you usually sat was a note.

“Here’s his number, don’t make me regret it.” Was etched into the paper.

Your heart flutters in anticipation as hope fills your chest. You spend time after class thinking about the right thing to say, do you text him? Do you call him? You decide on a text, thinking a text is less daunting than calling him.

“Hey Steve, its Y/N. heard about ur sabbatical, hope ur okay” Not really sure what to say, your finger hovers over the send button for a few seconds before you send it. Immediately followed by you throwing your phone across the room.

What the fuck are you doing?

You spend the next couple of hours on your laptop doing your homework, sneaking peaks at your phone, triple checking that you hadn’t missed any messages from Steve. You reasoned with yourself that he might be on vacation or at least just busy. You try to get out of your head and focus on your homework.

The next few days you spent checking your phone every once in awhile looking for a text from Steve that hadn’t come. You were starting to get anxious, even a little worried. The semester was coming to a close, all your assignments turned in and only one mid term left to take. You had come to terms with the idea that Steve just wasn’t going to text you back, he didn’t owe you anything, I guess you’d just have to find closure on your own.

Until one afternoon, the day before thanksgiving, you get a text.

“I miss u”

You stare at your phone, double checking that the text was coming from the right number, Steve’s number. Concern floods your system, this is unlike him.

“Steve? R u okay?”

“I meszed it all up Y/N, im sry”

You’re heart now threatening to beat out of your chest, something was wrong, really wrong. You’re old enough to know when you’re getting a drunk text, what if he was out somewhere alone in this state? You needed to make sure he was okay, or at least somewhere safe.

“Steve tell me where u are, r u safe?”

“Come overrr” is all that is written, followed by a ping to an address. You grab your keys and your coat without a second thought. You get in your car and drive faster than what was probably safe, thoughts only on Steve.

When you finally get to the address, it takes you to a huge house on the outside of town. You let yourself through the gate and park in the huge driveway. You knock on the front door, it squeaks open lightly, you take deep breath and let yourself in. The house is massive, like really big, like old money big. The place is so big, you wander around for a little while searching the various extravagant rooms on the first floor until you find Steve in what you assume is the study.

He's slumped over onto his desk, his hand holding a fancy glass filled with amber liquid. You knock on the side of the door, jostling Steve from his drunk stupor.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” his words slightly slurred.

“Uh, you texted me, you gave me this address,” you feel your heart drop into your stomach, you knew this was a bad idea.

You see Steve’s bloodshot eyes search for the memory of sending you his address, raking his hands through his hair. Steve looked like he hadn’t taken care of himself for awhile, stains all over t-shirt and sweatpants. Your heart ached seeing him this way, guilt washed over you like a tsunami. This entire time you were thinking about yourself and your own closure, and not about the clearly broken man sitting before you.

“This was a mistake, I should go,” you admit before turning in the doorway to leave the way you came in.

“No, p-please wait! I- fuck everything is so fucked up I don’t know what to do anymore. Just stay.” He looks up at you through his glassy red eyes, begging you to stay.

You decide to stay, you step closer to his desk to get a better look at the state he’s in. He probably hasn’t showered in days, and he reeked of alcohol.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” is all you can think to say, you can’t stand to see him this way any longer.

Steve allows you to get him up and out of the chair, the two of you half stumble while he shows you how to get to the master bathroom. You help him get out of his clothes until he’s left in just his boxers, you do your best not to stare. Even in the state he’s in, you still fought the urge to drool at the sight of him. You turn on the hot water, and look at him sitting on the toilet almost completely naked.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbles groggily.

You suck in a deep breath and let it out harshly, you had always known that. If you knew anything about Steve Harrington, you know that he couldn’t hurt a fly. But you couldn’t believe anything he was saying right now. He was still drunk, and you didn’t know how he was going to feel once he sobered up.

“Why don’t you get in the shower, and we can talk once you’re out, okay?” you reassure him, leaving the room to give him space.

His bedroom was a mess, clothes and random liquor bottles everywhere, you tidy it up the best you can before making your way back downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen is huge, meant for a chef or someone who really likes to cook. But instead, you see containers of take out and microwave dinners piled in the over flowing garbage and more dishes crowding in the sink. You take out the garbage and do the dishes.

By the time you’re finishing up the dishes you hear footsteps pattering into the kitchen.

“Hi” he says meekly.

“Hi” you reply, placing the last dish into the dishwasher.

He stands next to you, one hand on the counter and one hand on his hip, trying to think of what to say. He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“It’s fine really Steve, I’m happy to help,” you confess, turning your body to face him.

Steve looks down at his hands, when he looks back up at you, fresh tears have formed on his lash line.

“I’m the worst, aren’t I?” he questions, his voice breaking.

Your heart broke with him, “No Steve, you’re not the worst. At little messed up, definitely. But far from the worst.”

He looks at you gratefully before he continues speaking.

“I- I thought you hated me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know how I screwed things up so badly. I’m sorry I brought you all the way out here. I just... fuck I just missed you Y/N,” he babbles, his tears now flowing down his face in little streams.

You walk a few steps closer to him, not trusting yourself to touch him.

Eddie, remember Eddie.

“I don’t hate you Steve, I could never hate you. I was just hurt and confused. Honestly, I still am hurt and confused, I just. I couldn’t bear the thought of you not teaching or being upset because of me. That’s why I came,” you reassure him, hoping your eyes show him the rest. That you do care for him, and want him to be okay.

Steve nods, mulling over your words, wiping his eyes. Then you hear some buzzing on the marble kitchen counter. Steve’s phone goes off, he looks at his phone and answers it immediately. You can hear Robins worried voice on the other end of the phone anxiously babbling questions off at him. You felt good knowing that even if you weren’t in Steves life, he still had Robin.

“No, ugh Rob I’m fine, please you don’t need to come and check on me.”

“Yes, I’ve showered. NO! Don’t bring Nancy, I don’t want her to see me like this.” He rubs his forehead, probably nursing a headache.

Steve hangs up the phone and looks at you.

“Uhm, Rob is coming over, and.. you probably shouldn’t be here when she gets here” he says awkwardly, he looks like he has more to say but decided against it.

You nod your head in understanding. Steve walks you to the front door, thanks you a million more times before waving you off as you get in your car and drive away.

You pull of on the side of the road, a few blocks from Steves place. You put your arms around the steering wheel, thinking about what just happened.

He is just a friend, someone you care about who needed your help.

You shake your head out of your thoughts and head back to your apartment. As you pull into the parking lot your phone dings, you park your car and look at the notification lighting up your phone screen.

“Come over stinky butt 🍑”

You smile at your phone, of course it’s Eddie, the one who makes you feel safe. The one you don’t have to take care of or worry about, your rock. You put your car in reverse, and drive towards Eddies house. The closer you get to Eddies house, the more every loud thought of Steve was quieting to a whisper, you sigh in relief.

“Vi?!” you say cautiously, a routine you were now used to.

Eddie pokes his head out of the kitchen, “Just me babe” a smile plastered across his face. You smile back and head into the kitchen, only to immediately be scooped up into a hug and lifted off your feet. You breathe in Eddies scent, allowing it to ground you back into your reality.

“Mmm missed you,” Eddie murmurs in between kisses. You wrap your arms around his waist, deepening the kiss.

“Missed you too Eds,” Eddie groans against you, pushing you against the counter.

The two of you kiss some more, allowing yourselves to get lost in each other. When you finally pull back you look into Eddies eyes, they just seem tired. You cup your hand around his face, and his cups your hand with his; grateful for the affection.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, only admiration in his eyes. You kiss him as a yes, and let him guide you back down into the basement. You stomach doing flips remembering the last time the two of you spent time down here. But this time he leads you into the main room. The circular table previously covered in random campaign research, now completely clean except for two stacks of paper in front a chair at the head of the table.

He pulls back the chair, next to the head and ushers you into it. You sit down, looking at him inquisitively. He sits down at the head of the table, clearing his voice before he speaks.

“So, the other day, I really liked seeing that side of you. And I wanted to know if you felt the same way, and if maybe you wanted to do it again,” he confesses, searching for the answer in your eyes. His gaze lights a fire in your belly, and a growing ache between your legs, remember the previous activities down here.

You bite your lip and look at him, trying to find the right words, “I’d like that a lot, I like when you take control,” you confide in him, nudging your leg against his under the table. Eddie takes in a deep breath before speaking again, “I just wanted to go over some more safety stuff, if we are going to really do this, and not have it be a one time thing,” handing you one of the stacks of paper in front of him.

He goes onto explain to you that this is not a contract, but more of a mostly complete list of limits that he wanted the two of you to fill out before playing again. He clarifies that the reason for this is so that neither of you ever accidently make the other feel uncomfortable during a scene. Your eyes looking over the papers curiously, overwhelmed by all the different things listed. He had to explain a few of them to you, him being more experienced than you were. You could feel the tension in the room heating up, and your panties dampening.

Finally, you’re on the last page, your knee bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Where is Violet?” you ask, a little bit too much excitement in your voice. You see his eyes darken and a smirk splay across his lips.

“She’s working night shift” he says grabbing your chair and bringing it closer to his side, grabbing your thigh harshly.

You let out a shaky breath, you needed this, him. You go to put your hand around his neck to pull him into a kiss, but he grabs your wrist.

“Finish what I’ve asked of you pretty girl” leaving a kiss at the shell of your, evoking goosebumps across your skin.

You swallow hard, all the moisture gone from your mouth. You look back down on the paper, finishing it as fast at you can before looking back up at him for more instructions.

“Good job baby, I’m proud of you. You follow instructions so well” he praises, leaving a light kiss on your cheek. He pulls his eyes away from you for a bit, looking through all of your limits or things you are willing to try. You take this time to do the same with him, shocked by a few things, but even more turned on. Once you’re done reading you look up to see him staring at you hungrily.

“Ready to play sweet thing?” he says, pupils blown in lust.

“Ready,” you say breathlessly, willing air into your lungs.

“One more thing before we start, I like Daddy and Master, just so you know,” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to stop your knees from buckling.

He takes you by your hand and walks with you to the secret door under the stairs. Your body buzzing, wanting to touch the man in front of you anywhere and everywhere. He opens the door and lets the two of you in. Once the door is closed, he envelops you into a deep kiss, you whimper at his lips on yours.

“Mm fuck, I love your little noises” he hisses, lifting you up by your legs and guiding you to wrap them around his waist. He sits down on the bed, leaving you to straddle his waist. The sheets were changed since you were here last, now a silky maroon color. You take the opportunity to grind your hips down on his lap while he grabs at the skin available to him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His lips tasting like the last cigarette he smoked, chasing his tongue with yours. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, the way his bulge was rubbing against your clit could make you cum right now with how worked up you are. You moan a little louder into Eddies mouth, making him pull back and look at your already fucked out expression.

“Look at you baby, already so desperate” he teases, lifting you off of him for a second to slide your leggings and panties off. He guides you back onto his lap, situating his fingers at your center, swiping them through your folds. Lifting his hands up to find them glistening with your juices.

“And already so fucking wet, such a needy little slut” he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth. You go back to grinding your hips against his bulge, not being able to help yourself, your clit aching with need.

Eddie stills your hips with his hand, grabbing at your ass and tits roughly before taking off your shirt, leaving you naked except your bra. Eddie takes this time to kiss all the skin newly available to him. You moan loudly into the open room, trying your best to obey and not rock your hips against his.

This task became harder and harder the longer his lips were on yours, kissing that spot on your neck that you like, nipping at your lips, kissing your newly exposed nipples. It was all too much, you grind your hips into his without thinking, and that’s when he swiftly turns the turns the two of you over. You can feel the silk sheets against your back, and his hands on your hips. You whine in protest, trying to rock your hips into his once more.

“Awe, my girl just can’t stay still huh? I can help with that,” He taunts, leaving you to lay on the bed, going into the little nightstand on the side of the bed.

He comes back into view holding leather cuffs in his hands, and a sinister look on your face. He takes his time kissing each of your wrists before helping you into the cuffs, doing the same thing with your ankles. You take a look at your wrists, now partially covered by the leather material, it was tight but not too tight. You feel Eddie move around you before grabbing one of your wrists in his hand lightly hearing a clicking sound as he lays it back down on the bed. You go to pick up your wrist again, realizing you can’t. You look at the head of the bed to see your cuff connected to a restraint in the frame. He continues to do the same thing with your other wrist and both of your ankles.

His stare could bore holes into skin the way that it heated you up from the inside. You struggle lightly against the restraints, trying to test how much movement you had in each limb, which wasn’t much. He sits next to you on the bed, palming your face in one of his hands.

“Color baby?” he questions.

“Green!” you say brightly, excited for the adventure ahead of you.

“Doin’ so good for me” he coos, and then his touch is gone and he’s somewhere in the room. You can hear random rustling but you can’t lift up your head enough to see what he’s grabbing.

He comes back next to you seemingly empty handed, and then he lifts up his hands to you to show you his haul. He has a single black die in his one hand, and a vibrating wand in the other.

“So, we’re gonna play a little game, I’m going to roll the dice. Whatever number the dice lands on, is how many times you have to edge until I let you cum.” He says, he usually chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

You lick your lips and think about how to respond, “Y-yes Daddy” you utter, your face heating up at the new pet name. You hear Eddie curse under his breath. He rolls the die next to your head on the nightstand and chuckles. His face coming close to yours with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can you handle three, angel?” he snickers, leaving kisses along your jaw line, nipping lightly. You nod hurriedly, wanting to be good for the man above you. With that he kisses you deeply one more time before spreading your legs, your dripping core on display for him to see.

You watch him spit messily on the wand and then once more on your heat, spreading it generously on your clit. You hiss at the contact, bucking your hips up slightly wanting more. You hear the hum of the vibrator as Eddie turns it on low, your body full of anticipation, waiting for any sort of pleasure. That’s when you feel it, the low vibration against your clit. You squirm against it at first, wanting more already.

Eddie chuckles lowly above you, “I should call you my little bunny by how much you move, would you like that sweetness? To be my little bunny?” he taunts, turning up the vibration higher, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Yes daddy, wanna be your bunny, your good little bunny” you writhe against the restraints. He rewards you by turning up the vibrator another notch, the pressure quickly building in your stomach.

You writhe against the restraints as the pressure becomes too much, coming it waves, so close to sending you over the edge. And then it’s gone, the vibration still audible in the room but you can no longer feel it. You groan in frustration, you were so fucking close.

“Two more baby, then you can cum” he reassures you. He takes this time, to let the fire inside you simmer. He takes off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. You see him palming himself, you bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to worship his cock.

You feel the vibration once again but this time instead of starting out slow, the vibration knocks the wind out of you. Your clit screaming at you for release, the coil inside you already winding tighter and tigher, your curl your toes, willing yourself not to cum. Then the sensation is gone once again, your body now covered in sweat from being so close twice now, your chest heaving heavily up and down.

“You’re doin so good bunny, just one more for me, kay? Still green?” he asks.

You nod your head not trusting your words, whimpers coming out instead. Eddie takes off his boxers, showing off his now very erect and hard cock, making your mouth water. Stroking it a few times before lining it up with your mouth.

“Spit Bunny” he commands.

You whimper and do as you’re told, gathering all the salvia in your mouth and spitting it onto his tip. He sighs and works your spit around his cock, moaning loudly. He’s teasing you, you’re strapped to the bed and can’t even touch him. He is evil incarnate, and you can’t get enough.

You were so entranced by watching Eddie work his hand over his cock you had forgot what the two of you were doing, until you felt the vibration on the highest setting hit your clit.

You yelp in surprise, keeping your eyes on his cock. Thinking about how his cock feels inside of you, how it stretches you out, hits a spot inside of you that you could never reach. You wanted it, no, you needed it, you needed him or you were going to explode. Your orgasm hurtling towards you like a freight train.

“D-Daddy i- please, i- im gonna cum” you gush, holding your eyes tightly closed, willing yourself not to cum before you’re given the okay. But instead, the vibration is gone, and your orgasm ruined.

You wail in frustration, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill out, legs shaking. You were so desperate you didn’t even know why you were crying. You feel Eddie unclip your restraints, giving you full range of motion again, you rubbed your wrists thankfully. Eddie pulling you into a hug, kissing the tears out of your eyes.

“You did so good for me baby, you’re such a good girl for Daddy,” he mumbles into your skin. You allow him to hold you for a minute before the need between your legs takes over.

You let out the breath you were holding shakily. Looking at him in anticipation. You lie back down on the bed and open your legs, two could play at this game. You swirl your finger around your aching clit, moaning dramatically. Grabbing your left tit, pinching lightly between your two fingers, giving him a show.

Two firm hands grab both of your wrists putting them above your head, “You coulda just asked sweetness, not that I mind the show, I just had something else in mind” he mocks.

He climbs on top of you, lining his cock up at your entrance, swiping it through your soaked folds.

“Beg for it, beg for my cock,” he demands.

“Please, please I need your cock, please please, I’ve been good, please let me have your cock,” you whine.

With that he pushes into your core, both of you moaning in unison. His pace already quick chasing his own high.

“Fuck your pussy is so fuckin tight” he says, eyes closed trying to hold off his own orgasm. He lifts your legs, bending you almost in half, hitting a spot inside that makes you scream.

“Fuck yes, yeah right there, holy fuck!” you wail.

Doing what he’s told he pistons into you harder, making the wet noises in the room get louder and louder. You can feel pressure building inside you, but it feels different, it feels bigger.

“Can I cum, please can I cum?” not being able to hold it off any longer, eyes pleading with Eddie.

“Yeah, baby go ahead, cum for me, cum for daddy,” he groans.

Then your vision whites out, every cell in your body imploding with pleasure, you feel your release spill out of you and onto the sheets, messily.

“Holy shit- fuck!” is the only warning you get before Eddie’s hips stutter, and he spills his seed inside of you.

“What the fuck” is all you can muster in your fucked out state.

“Yeah what the fuck indeed princess, I didn’t know you could squirt” he says breathlessly, scooping you into his arms, the two of you laying next to each other trying to catch your breaths.

“I didn’t either, I’ve never done it before” you confide, Eddies eyes shining bright with pride. You roll your eyes at him, the last thing he needed was a bigger ego.

“Don’t let it go to your head mister,” you say with a jab to his chest.

“No, I absolutely am, thanks though” he says, putting his hand over his chest like he’s accepting a badge of honor.

The two of you spend the rest of the night down there in each other’s arms, eventually, Eddie gives you his t-shirt and goes to grab the two of you a snack and a glass of water.

“Was this okay? I didn’t hurt you or make you upset, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No not at all, I loved every second, can’t wait to do it again,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows. It makes Eddie crack a smile and leave a small kiss on your head.

“I just like feeling wanted, you know how stuff like this clears your head? It clears mine too, all I need to do is be there for you, and focus on you. Then my brain is quiet, so thank you,” he confesses, stealing a kiss from your lips. You smile up at him, if you could give him the whole world you would in an instant.

“I think I want to tell Vi, I’m nervous but I’m starting to feel guilty hiding all of this from her. I like you a lot, and she deserves to know what makes me happy,” he says looking sleepily in your eyes.

“You make me happy too, we can tell Vi this weekend, okay? I don’t like hiding things from her either,” you reassure him.

He nods back at you sleepily, snuggling in closure to you like a dog. Eventually the two of you fall asleep, completely content.

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Idol: An Yujin (IVE) Genre: Arranged Marriage, Mafia AU, Yandere (Kind of), Smut (If you want) Basically, the plot is about Y/N Angelo who is the son of the notorious and powerful Italian mafia of the Angelo Family and they go to Korea to send Y/N to study at a University to get a better view of the world. But then he encounters the popular girl... An Yujin she was a bully, gets what she wants and will do anything to get it.

Y/N tried to avoid her but she wouldn't stop then he thought how could things get worse? And of course, it does, one night, he would have a family dinner at a fancy restaurant and he was surprised to find An Yujin herself with her parents and Y/N's father would introduce them as the An Mafia family of Korea, the most powerful criminal organization in the country.

What terrified Y/N was that they agreed to an arranged marriage as a simple piece of paper of a contract wouldn't be legit enough to seal the deal with the two powerful families and Yujin would be delighted as she knew this would mean she could intervene in his private life as much as she wants and Y/N cannot escape as he must comply with the whole marriage and when they graduated from University, the wedding came.

During the honeymoon in Jeju island, it was just Yujin and Y/N but after time passed Y/N would soon get accustomed but would never break from her but Yujin wasn't one to back down from a challenge so she tries again and again even if it meant a lifetime. (As mentioned you can add Smut if you like and please don't feel pressured or rushed as I know I already submitted a request to you already)

THE UNWANTED ALLIANCE

YUJIN (IVE) X MALE READER

Y/N Angelo, the heir to the notorious Angelo Mafia, found himself in the bustling metropolis of Seoul, a stark contrast to the shadowy world he was accustomed to. His father, a man of unwavering power and influence, had sent him to Korea, a strategic move to broaden his horizons and provide a fresh perspective on the world.

However, Y/N's peaceful academic pursuit was soon disrupted by the formidable presence of An Yujin, the campus queen bee. Known for her sharp tongue and ruthless tactics, Yujin was a force to be reckoned with. She took an immediate interest in Y/N, her curiosity piqued by his enigmatic aura and aloof demeanor.

Y/N, accustomed to a life of solitude and discipline, was ill-prepared for Yujin's relentless pursuit. He tried to maintain his distance, but her determination was unwavering. She would weave her way into his life, disrupting his studies, and invading his personal space. Y/N was frustrated, but he knew better than to underestimate her.

One evening, Y/N was forced to attend a family dinner at a luxurious restaurant. As he sat at the table, he felt a surge of unease. His father introduced him to a family at a nearby table, the An family. Y/N's heart sank as he recognized the familiar face of An Yujin.

To his horror, his father revealed that the two families had agreed to an arranged marriage between him and Yujin. The news sent shockwaves through Y/N. He couldn't believe that his life had taken such a drastic turn. Yujin, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She saw this as an opportunity to have complete control over Y/N's life.

The following months were a whirlwind of preparations for the wedding. Y/N, though reluctant, knew he had no choice but to comply. The wedding was a lavish affair, attended by the elite of both the Italian and Korean underworld. Despite his reservations, Y/N couldn't deny the beauty of the ceremony and the allure of his bride.

Their honeymoon in the serene island of Jeju offered a temporary respite from the chaos of their lives. Y/N and Yujin spent their days exploring the island, indulging in its natural beauty, and trying to forge a connection. Yujin, however, was far from content. She yearned for more than just a peaceful honeymoon.

"You know, Y/N," she began one evening, her voice laced with mischief, "I've always wondered what it would be like to truly know you. The real you, beneath that stoic facade."

Y/N, taken aback by her directness, hesitated. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I mean," Yujin continued, leaning in closer, "I want to see the fire beneath the ice. I want to push you to your limits, to see what makes you tick."

Y/N was wary. He knew that Yujin was capable of anything, and he feared that she would use this opportunity to break him. But he also couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown.

"Fine," he said, his voice barely audible. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

From that moment on, their honeymoon took a dramatic turn. Yujin, with her insatiable curiosity, began to probe deeper into Y/N's past, his fears, and his desires. She challenged him at every turn, testing his limits and pushing him to his breaking point.

Y/N, in turn, found himself drawn to her intensity. He was fascinated by her boldness and her unwavering determination. He had never met anyone like her before, someone who could see through his defenses and challenge him in ways he never thought possible.

As their honeymoon drew to a close, they returned to Seoul, ready to face the challenges of their new life together. Yujin, ever the strategist, had already planned their future. She had ambitions for their family, for their empire. And she knew that Y/N, with his intelligence and ruthlessness, would be the perfect partner in crime.

Y/N, however, had his own plans. He knew that he couldn't allow Yujin to control his destiny. He had to find a way to assert his independence, to carve his own path, even within the confines of their arranged marriage.

The road ahead would be fraught with danger, betrayal, and love. Y/N and Yujin, two powerful forces, were destined to clash, to collide, and ultimately, to change each other forever.

The honeymoon phase was short-lived. Back in Seoul, the reality of their arranged marriage settled in. Yujin, ever the manipulator, began to weave her web of deceit. She played the loving wife, the doting partner, but her true intentions were far more sinister. She saw Y/N as a means to an end, a tool to further her family's power and influence.

Y/N, meanwhile, was struggling to reconcile his feelings. He was drawn to Yujin's intensity, her intelligence, and her unwavering belief in him. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something, that her love was conditional.

Their lives became a constant battle of wills. Yujin, with her cunning and ruthlessness, would scheme and plot, always one step ahead. Y/N, on the other hand, was a man of honor and integrity, a stark contrast to the world of deceit and corruption that surrounded him.

As their marriage deepened, so did the darkness that consumed them. Yujin's obsession with control grew, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. She manipulated situations, sowed discord, and even resorted to violence to maintain her power.

Y/N, caught in her web, was forced to make difficult choices. He had to balance his loyalty to his family with his love for Yujin. He had to navigate the treacherous waters of the underworld, where trust was a rare commodity and betrayal was the norm.

One fateful night, a devastating event shattered their fragile peace. A rival mafia family, seeking revenge, attacked Y/N and Yujin. The attack was brutal, leaving Y/N severely injured and Yujin traumatized. The incident exposed the harsh realities of their world, the constant threat of violence and death.

As Y/N recovered, he began to see Yujin in a new light. He realized that her love was not unconditional, but rather a tool to achieve her own goals. The facade of their perfect marriage began to crumble, revealing the cracks beneath the surface.

Y/N, determined to break free from Yujin's clutches, started to fight back. He used his intelligence and cunning to outmaneuver her, to expose her true colors. He formed alliances, made deals, and played the game of power.

The conflict between Y/N and Yujin escalated, leading to a series of dangerous encounters. They fought for control, for love, and for survival. In the end, it was Y/N who emerged victorious, but at a great cost. He had lost his innocence, his trust, and a part of himself.

Yujin, defeated and broken, was forced to confront the consequences of her actions. She had lost everything she had worked for, her love, her power, and her sense of self. As she watched Y/N walk away, she realized the true meaning of loss and the emptiness of a life built on deceit.

The tension between Y/N and Yujin had reached a boiling point. Their once passionate love had morphed into a toxic obsession, a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Each encounter was a battleground, their words sharp daggers, their actions calculated and ruthless.

"You're a monster, Yujin," Y/N hissed, his voice laced with anger and betrayal. "A manipulative, heartless creature."

Yujin, unfazed, met his gaze. "And you, Y/N, are a fool. A pawn in a game you don't understand."

Their arguments escalated into physical confrontations, their love turning into a destructive force. Y/N, driven by a desperate need to break free, resorted to drastic measures. He exposed her secrets, her lies, her manipulations.

Yujin, cornered and desperate, retaliated with a ferocity that shocked even herself. She unleashed a torrent of pain, using his vulnerabilities against him. She toyed with his emotions, pushing him to the brink of madness.

Their love had become a twisted, dangerous game, a dance with death. They were both victims and perpetrators, caught in a cycle of destruction.

One fateful night, their conflict reached its climax. A confrontation, fueled by rage and despair, led to a tragic accident. The consequences were devastating. Y/N was forced to make a heart-wrenching decision, a choice that would forever haunt him.

As he walked away, leaving Yujin behind, he felt a profound sense of loss. He had lost his innocence, his trust, and a part of his soul. The love he had once cherished had turned into a toxic obsession, a destructive force that had consumed him.

Yujin, left alone, was consumed by regret and despair. She had lost everything she had ever wanted, her love, her power, and her sense of self. The emptiness she felt was overwhelming, a void that would never be filled.

As she watched Y/N disappear into the night, she realized the true cost of her obsession. The love she had craved had turned into a nightmare, a haunting reminder of the destructive power of desire.

The aftermath of their confrontation left an indelible mark on both Y/N and Yujin. The love they once shared had been shattered, replaced by a toxic mix of anger, resentment, and a lingering desire.

Y/N, though scarred by the experience, had managed to break free from Yujin's grasp. He had found solace in his work, immersing himself in his studies and building a new life. But deep down, a part of him still yearned for the woman he once loved.

Yujin, on the other hand, was a prisoner of her own obsession. She had lost everything she had worked for, her love, her power, and her sense of self. The emptiness she felt was overwhelming, a void that consumed her every waking moment.

As time passed, Yujin began to realize the true nature of her feelings for Y/N. The love she had once dismissed as a mere game had evolved into a deep, all-consuming desire. She yearned for his touch, his voice, his presence.

One day, fate intervened. A chance encounter brought them face to face, their eyes locking in a silent battle of wills. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of love, hate, and longing.

"I'm sorry," Yujin whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was wrong."

Y/N, surprised by her confession, hesitated. "What do you want, Yujin?"

"I want you," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I want us."

Y/N was torn. He knew that Yujin was capable of great harm, but he couldn't deny the love he still felt for her. He knew that their relationship was a dangerous gamble, but he was willing to take the risk.

They embarked on a journey of healing and redemption, a path fraught with challenges and setbacks. They had to confront the demons of their past, the pain, the betrayal, and the broken promises.

But through it all, their love endured. It was a love forged in fire, a love that had survived the test of time and the trials of adversity. They learned to trust each other, to be honest, and to forgive.

Their love story was a testament to the enduring power of human connection, a reminder that even the darkest of hearts can find redemption.

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abilouwrites · 5 months ago

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THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ive spent my entire life wanting to help people, to be a good person in the eyes of my parents. Although I never developed a quirk I did develop a love for medicine, something I’ve studied for and spent the last five years working towards.

There’s been no time for relationships; much to my mother’s disapproval. I’m twenty six and still desperate to have her approval, to be loved in her eyes. It’s four in the morning when I meet him first, a man stuffed onto a stretcher. Blood leaking into his crimson eyes, his skin taught and muscles tensed against the pain of his arm.

Short gasps escape his lips as I walk up to him, listening to the EMTs read me his BP and injuries- although it’s easy to see his arm is broken and he’s concussed. A little woozy as I give him a sedative something other nurses/ doctors used to keep him calm. And knowing his explosive past I’m not surprised, “page neuro and tell them it’s urgent and also ortho” I request from the other nurses as the ER doctors begin taking over and I go back to my station by the desk. It’s how it goes; I step in and observe until they’re wheeled up to the room.

Before my shift ends I stroll past my section one last time, popping in to see if the hero had awoken, which he had. Groggily staring me down as I tinker around with his IV now that he’s awake, “the hell?” He grunts stiffly trying to sit up, “get off me ya damn loser”

“You were in an accident, broken arm and a mild concussion.. uh nurse Hadley said your mother was on her way” I explain; very typical standard things in this section of the hospital. Celebrity recover area. And it’s common in any area where emergency contacts are called in.

“Damn witch is gonna blow this place up” he scoffs, sitting up with a heavy groan and I walk out; only coming back with a pillow in hand.

“I’m sure she’s not that bad” I say sympathetically as I tuck the pillow behind his head, “she’s probably a very sweet lady”

“Yeah for a woman in her seventies still trying to beat the shit out of me” he swears closing his eyes and using his free hand to rub his eyes and scratch at the stubble on his chin. I can’t help but laugh, “im not joking, sometimes she’s crazy”

I nod, listening to him as I check his chart, “so are you a doctor or somethin?” He asks looking over at me.

“No, I wish.. I went into nursing” I explain, I pick my bag up from where I’d set it down.

“You should’ve been a doctor.. are you leaving?” He asks, looking over at me to where I’m nodding.

“I’ve been here for 24 hours” I remark, still eager to get out of this place, "but I'm back after tomorrow"

He nods slowly, a thin line of sweat creasing his forehead. As I walk out I set the aircon on for him.

“I’ll see you then” he smiles, which is strange coming from the most hotheaded hero in Japan.

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dracopias-bloodbag · 3 months ago

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Bewitched By Bloodlust | Dracopia x F! Reader | IV

Chapter IV: The Scars Inside You

The day after your bloodstained tarot reading, you wake having to face the reality of your situation– of your future and your fate. The realization that no one is coming for you sets in and sends you spiraling with no one around to help pick up the pieces... or so you think.

chapter content: 3.8k words. 18+, enemies to lovers, slow(ish) burn, eventual smut, kidnapping, imprisonment, brief passive suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, mental breakdowns, toxic family dynamics, trauma, hurt/comfort, canon divergent (see masterlist for details)

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After you lose consciousness, Copia is left staring at the bloodied card in his hand.

He’s warring with himself, a part of him is tempted to toss it aside, leave you there and forget about the reading. He’s bound to live a lonely, immortal, life. And though it had taken him some three hundred years to accept it, he had made his peace with his fate. He doesn’t need a deck of cards to tell him his fate.

But being centuries old he has come across witches and psychic readers before. He knows how revered the tarot is to people all over the world, and he knows that when done by the right person, these readings can be terrifyingly accurate.

He looks down at your limp form in his arms, his eyes scanning over your face. What he said was true. Prior to the night in the forest, there had been whispers amongst the ministry’s advisors of a coven of witches that was planning on trying to kill their beloved Papa. They had rushed to inform Sister Imperator that there was a witch amongst their ranks being trained for the task.

When the news had reached Copia, his interest was immediately piqued. Any time he hunted for blood, he usually ventured into a local town in search of yet another creep who was testing someone’s boundaries, but it attracted too much attention for The Clergy’s liking. In the more recent years he had stuck to feeding from volunteers in the ministry, but he had grown bored. The thought of hunting someone who was hunting him made a shiver run up his spine. It fucking thrilled him.

Copia spent the summer months observing you, having found your coven easily in the middle of the forest. He had expected you to be older, wiser, more experienced– the last thing he was expecting was someone as young as you.

He watched from the shadows for months as you trained with the other witches. They put you through the motions, making you train in the summer heat, testing your endurance, testing your ability to hold your own. And yet despite everything they threw at you, you were determined. Your body moved with ease when you sparred with the other witches; you learned to dodge various types of attacks and how to use your opponent’s strength against them. You were quick, he gave you that, and that would make you interesting prey.

He had chuckled at the notion; sure you would have made a formidable foe to a human man, but the coven underestimated his strength.

Sometimes late at night he would find you sitting on the porch of the cottage you shared with your covenmates; pouring over the ancient tomes you had been provided to study. You usually had your grimoire in hand, scribbling away as you wrote quickly, taking notes under the light of a single candle.

Other times he found you at a nearby stream, tucked away from your coven sitting on a rock with your tools spread out around you. Concocting potions and spells, burning herbs and candles anointed in oil as you muttered incantations under your breath.

Most times he watched you, you were away from the rest of them. He couldn’t blame you, he didn’t miss the dirty looks they’d flash you, the whispered words amongst themselves. Unless you were doing spellwork they asked you to do for them, you mostly isolated yourself from them. Your loneliness was almost palpable, but you were resilient, he could see that much. You took your craft seriously, and he respected that about you. So much so that the thought of killing you after you had worked so hard to prepare had almost made him feel guilty.

Almost.

But you were a threat to the ministry and he had a duty to protect what he and his family had built, which is exactly what had led you both to this very moment.

Copia looks down at you again and in the low candlelight of the dungeon, your face looks peaceful. You are a true witch, both by blood and by practice. He can hear your heart beating steadily in your chest, your ancestors’ blood coursing through your veins and thrumming with their ancient power.

He moves you so that your legs aren't bent uncomfortably under you before pulling a handkerchief from his coat pocket. He uses it to carefully wipe the blood from your chest, before wiping down the card and stacking it with the rest of the deck.

His mind wanders as he considers the reading, finding himself wishing he had spent at least a small fraction of his inhuman life branching out and learning more about the tarot. But the final card was self-explanatory enough.

Copia sits and watches your chest rise and fall for what feels like hours as you lay unconscious in his arms, and he can’t escape the thought that enters his mind for a split second as he looks upon you.

You were beautiful.

He freezes, shaking his head as if trying to physically shake the thought from his mind.

What is happening to him?

He clenches his jaw, an almost pained look in his eyes as he lays you down on the cot before carefully placing your deck of cards next to it. His eyes linger on your face before he turns and leaves your cell.

The first thing you hear when you wake is the sound of the birds chirping outside. You sit up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight that shines in through the tiny window.

There’s a platter of food at the cell door, and you stand on shaky legs trying not to lose your balance. The only thing on your iron-deficient mind is getting some kind of sustenance, and you spend a few minutes in blissful ignorance of the events of the night before. But as your body slowly regains its strength you begin to come to your senses, and the memories of the night before begin flooding back.

He had fed off of you again– you knew that much. Your hand trails up to your chest as you remember the feeling of your blood dripping down it, but there’s nothing there.

Your eyes land on your tarot deck stacked neatly next to the foot of your cot, and you can feel the anxiety rising in your chest as the memories come flooding back.

Eight of Swords, The Tower…. The Lovers. Sheer panic shoots through you, like a white-hot iron being shoved through your system.

You had hallucinated it.

There was no way he had actually done that, there was no way you had actually done a fucking tarot reading while he fed off of you.

You were going mad, surely that had to be the answer…

But deep in your gut you knew– it was all real.

Shaking your head, you reach for your cards.

They had been wrong before. Readings weren’t always accurate, the future is never set in stone.

Surely you were off your game, you didn’t choose with your intuition. It was in the heat of the moment, he was drinking your blood for Lucifer’s sake, surely that had something to do with it. Something was off. The cards had to be wrong.

You make quick work of preparing the cards, knocking on the back of them, and shuffling them the way you always do. Your hands are sweating, but you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself.

Focus.

You trust your instincts and stop shuffling the cards when the time feels right. You carefully cut the deck into three equal stacks, laying them out carefully in front of you.

Focus.

You stare at the stacks in front of you for a long moment, before trusting your instincts and choosing the one that seems to be calling out to you.

You carefully take a card from the top of the stack focusing only on your future, shutting your eyes as you draw the card, gently laying it out, before cracking one eye open.

No.

The card is laid out in front of you like it’s taunting you. The Lovers… again. You stare back at it, your mouth agape as you try to wrap your head around what the hell is happening. It was unmistakable, the young naked couple on the card seemed to be smirking up at you, and you felt your heart sink.

You shake your head, grasping the cards in your hand roughly as you begin to shuffle them once more. Preparing yourself to do the reading again…

This time you spread them out, laying them out in front of you in a fan shape. You trace your fingers over the cards, before stopping when you feel it’s right. You draw the card and…

The Lovers. Again.

You grunt, angrily grabbing the cards and shuffling them again, making sure to be as thorough as you can. This time, when you’re done shuffling, you grab the first card that’s on the top of the deck.

What the fuck?!

You shuffle the cards again.

And again.

Every single time without fail, you pull the same card.

You throw the cards across the room from you, and the sound of them scattering across the stone is the only thing you can hear aside from your labored breaths. You’re angry that you failed, you hate that goddamn Satanic pope that’s holding you here, and you hate that your dagger is gone. Because if you had it right now and he walked through the door, you’re certain you’d be able to kill him this time.

Fisting your fingers in your hair, you slump against the wall, tugging on the strands as you shut your eyes.

You hate him.

You hate him…

But if you hate him so much, then why were you left breathless anytime he touched you? Why did you wake up after every encounter with your mind flooded with thoughts of only him?

Again– you were going mad.

You want to kill him just for the effect he has on you.

But in this moment all you can think about is how he would pin you to the wall, his body against yours, his gloved hands holding you in place as he drank from you. Your mind swims with the memory of the feeling of his breath on your skin, and the way his gaze always bore into yours– his mismatched eyes seeming to look directly into your soul. His grip on you was always firm, but held a gentleness to it at the same time as if he was holding himself back from crushing you.

You shut your eyes, trying to push away the thoughts as you wonder why he has such an effect on you, but as you inhale, you swear you can still smell his cologne on you, and you can’t help the soft sigh that escapes you.

Oh.

You were going to fucking die.

You need to get out of here, away from this godforsaken abbey, away from whatever path the universe seems to have put you on.

You needed to find a way out, but you were out of options, with no visitors showing themselves aside from Copia himself and the occasional ghoul. And the chances of escaping either of them were little to none. A part of you was still holding out hope that someone from your coven would come looking for you– it would be your only chance at escape.

The more time passes the more you feel that hope slowly beginning to slip away. You had spent months training for this, and yet you still had failed. You thought back to when your High Priestess had called upon you to inform you of your sacred task. She had assured you that you were the strongest witch for the task. You remembered how excited you were to finally be recognized for your talents, rather than used for them and pushed around by the other witches.

Yet thinking back on it you realize how ill-prepared you truly were. How no one had even considered that the fucker would be wearing gloves. How they trained you to use his strength against him despite the fact that he was stronger than any human could possibly hope to be. How you were told there would likely only be a couple of Ghouls patrolling the area, not eight of them.

Maybe their lack of a plan would have been understandable if they truly believed you would be successful, or if you had died trying. But you had failed at both.

But they had failed you by sending you here without a rescue plan. Memories of hushed whispers between coven members as they watched you prepare to leave flashed across your mind. You had caught the way they laughed amongst themselves, eyeing you like you meant nothing to them. Like they were praying for your demise.

They had never expected you to return, in fact, they were probably counting on it.

Tears well up in your eyes at the thought.

You are completely alone, and you have always been alone…

You can’t help the tiny sob that escapes you as the realization washes over you, and you sink down to your knees as you finally let yourself feel all of your emotions. There’s a weight on your chest that you can’t shake off, and you feel like you’re being suffocated as your breaths become ragged and uneven in between sobs. Your hands find the cold stone floor as you bow your head, your hair falling around your face as your tears fall to the floor.

You’re so lost in your own thoughts, that you don’t even hear the door down the hall opening. You don’t even realize that Copia is watching you from the darkness.

He had noticed it as soon as he entered, the scent of your saltwater tears hung heavy in the air, the sound of your sobs and rapid breaths filling his ears. By the time he’s in front of your cell you’re damn near hyperventilating.

He freezes, not sure what to do. He was so used to keeping up the cruel facade, to being the one who made you shudder underneath him and made your heart race.

So why did it bother him to see you like this?

He doesn’t think twice, and his body moves almost as if on instinct as he unlocks the door.

You don’t know he’s there until his hands are on you. You practically jump out of your skin, trying to shuffle away from him as a scream threatens to worm its way out of your throat. He cups his hand over your mouth and holds you gently in place with his other hand.

“Shhhh…” Copia whispers. His eyes scan your face carefully. Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are red and puffy from crying. He releases his hold on your mouth before bringing his gloved fingers to cup your chin. His grip is firm but there is something gentle about the way he holds it. Your knees are now pulled up to your chest in a fetal position, and for some reason he feels his heart wrench at how helpless you look.

“Breathe…” He murmurs. “Deep breaths strega, don’t pass out on me again.”

Your head is fuzzy as you try to make sense of his words, of what he’s doing. You can’t fathom why he’s being so kind to you but you’re so deprived of oxygen at this point that you listen, taking a deep, slow inhale before exhaling.

“That’s it, just like that…” He pauses, his eyes lingering on the tears streaking on your cheeks. “Non piangere...”

The words are foreign to your ears, but the way he says them, it’s almost gentle. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was worried.

“I don’t– what the hell are you doing?” You snap as you try to wrench yourself free of his grasp. But his grip remains firm and he holds you in place.

“Tranquilla...” He murmurs, as his hand slowly trails up your cheek.

Copia isn’t even sure why he’s doing this, he doesn’t fully understand it but something in him is screaming at him to comfort you.

You want to shove him away, you want to scream at him and tell him to leave you alone to rot in this cell for the rest of time. But the pit in your stomach is gnawing at you, and you feel another sob rising in your chest. The feeling of his hand on your cheek is the only thing keeping you from completely spiraling.

“Please, just kill me.” You whisper into the darkness.

His grip on your face tightens slightly, his jaw clenching.

“No one has ever wanted me around, I’m a failure. You should just take my life and be done with it, then I won’t be a burden to anyone anymore.”

His heart breaks at your words. It was one thing for him to want to kill you out of instinct, and his duty to protect The Ministry, but to hear you wish those things about yourself made his stomach churn. No one deserves that.

He rubs his thumb over your cheekbone and wipes away your tears. It’s odd, he’s different, you can tell something has changed by the way he’s touching you. You realize then that your captor is showing you more kindness than your entire coven ever did, and that thought alone makes your chest feel tighter.

“Why are you crying?” His voice is soft, almost as if he’s afraid of scaring you away.

“Why do you care?” You try to snap at him, but your voice falters and cracks as you look at him with your glassy eyes.

He hesitates at your question, unsure of what to say, he opens his mouth to answer but you cut him off with a sigh, too mentally exhausted to fight anymore.

“I just– I keep wondering if my coven will send for me, or if they’re even looking for me. But I know they’re not. I’ve lived with them as long as I can remember, and yet I’m realizing I’ve somehow still been alone all my life.”

He watches you carefully waiting for you to continue, and when your eyes meet his you realize that he’s actually listening to you. The fact that he seems to care, or is at least pretending to is strangely comforting.

“You were right, you know? They may have raised me, yet they never treated me as anything more than a servant. They forced me to do the most taxing spells, I would practice the darkest magic for them until my energy was drained and I had to sleep for days to regain it; and I did it all without questioning them.”

Copia looks at you for a long moment, before slowly reaching out and taking your hand in his, and you swear you stop breathing at the contact.

“They used you.”

“Yes, I suppose they did. I kept telling myself they were just testing me, and that one day they’d treat me as one of their equals.” You take a shaky breath. “I was actually excited when they sent me on this quest. I figured this was it. If I succeeded, they would finally see my worth. I kept thinking that maybe then they would treat me with respect. But it’s like they knew I would fail, it was just a way for them to get rid of me for good.”

He’s silent for a moment, his eyes focused on the way your hand fits in his– how your soft skin is a sharp contrast to the rough leather of his gloves.

“Mi dispiace– eh, I’m sorry, strega.” His apology is fully unexpected, and you stare up at him in shock in the dim light.

“Are you seriously apologizing for… not letting me kill you?”

“I suppose I am,” The corners of his lips twitch, and for the first time you think you see the beginnings of a smile on his face.

He releases your hand from his grasp and gently cups your cheek.

“I truly am sorry, cara. They used you for your talents, for your wisdom, and you did not deserve that.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The world is cruel and unfair, and there will always be individuals who will try to take advantage of that.”

You can’t help but narrow your eyes at that

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Copia is taken aback by your words, his hand dropping from its place on your cheek as an unfamiliar feeling washes over him, gnawing at the pit of his stomach. It takes a second before he realizes that it’s guilt.

“I’m sorry, Goddess help me, I need to learn to shut up.” You mutter under your breath, trying to backtrack before you piss him off again.

Only he’s not mad, instead he just looks at you with a combination of guilt and shame in his eyes.

“No, you are right, strega. I’m no better than them.”

He surprises you when he stands up, and your eyes widen slightly as you watch him cross the room to the cell door and unlock it, before stepping back.

“You are free to go.”

Your eyes flicker between him, the door, then back at him.

“You’re joking.”

He shakes his head. “I, eh, wouldn’t joke about this kind of thing, it would be cruel, no?”

Your eyes remain fixed on him as you slowly stand and walk towards him, your steps cautious, as if you’re waiting for him to lunge at you, but he never does.

“When you get down the hall one of my most trusted ghouls will escort you out of the abbey and back to the forest. So long as you swear to leave us be, we won’t follow you”

You hear his words but your feet won’t move, but you feel like there’s something holding you back, and for some reason, the thought of leaving makes your stomach churn. Where would you even go?

Copia senses your hesitation. “What’s wrong, cara?”

“I don’t want to go back to my coven, and if I don’t go back to them I have no one.”

Copia ponders for a second, his eyes wandering over your form as he feels that unfamiliar feeling in his chest again. His mind wanders back to the tarot reading, to the taste of your blood on his tongue, the way your body felt when it was pressed up against his, how your heart raced anytime he had his hands on you, to the way you had curled into his arms while you cried, almost as if it was second nature. He knew exactly what was happening to him; whether it scared him or excited him, he wasn’t sure. But he was sure of one thing;

He wanted you– needed you. His eyes seem to darken as he steps towards you, holding his hand out to you; the words leaving his lips before he can stop them or second guess himself.

“Then stay with me.”

Thank you as always for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it! All I can say about this one is.... oh boy we're really in it now...

Comments, kudos, and reblogs are always appreciated! ‪‪❤︎

Translations:

strega/streghetta –witch

non piangere – don't cry

traquilla – calm down

mi dispiace – I'm sorry

cara – darling

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ceasarslegion · 1 year ago

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Ive made my stance on oppenheimer discourse very clear but one detail of it that really bothers me is the "movies about sad white men are always bad" attitude, and i didnt really know why until i was able to sit down and parse it out.

Here's the thing. I have a film degree, I've spent more time in movie theaters than I have sleeping and I've easily seen more films and shows than all of my peers combined. Which isn't a flex btw, I'm a little hermit who prefers the warm embrace of a cinema seat to human connection and is the most annoying mfer imaginable during family movie night; don't be like me.

But I know hollywood, I know cinema history, and I know the legitimate frustration this attitude comes from. Hollywood doesn't like to take risks, they have to historically be dragged kicking and screaming into any territory that isn't a guaranteed profit, which usually means that we get periods of stagnation where every film is the same goddamn formula over and over again until audiences get sick of it and stop buying tickets en masse. Hollywood also tends to reflect the dominant culture and the sociopolitical issues of the time, but not SOOO much that you'd rock the boat. As an exec, you wanna hit that sweet spot where audiences relate to your films without them being so blatant that they'd cause them to question things that weren't acceptable to question. Noir was a picture-perfect example of that.

And in the modern day, that DOES tend to translate into the weird genre of Sad White Man Who Regrets Killing Foreigners movies. Like American Sniper. But I've seen American Sniper, so I can speak on how lowkey disturbing I found it, and the history it's based in and the goals it had as an art piece were to make you sympathize with a system of corruption. And here's my unpopular opinion: if done RIGHT, those films still have a place within the cinematic sphere of influence, like if you made a film exploring the psyche and experiences of what leads a man to willingly participate in a system like that, but that's not really what it was.

Now let's move onto Oppenheimer and other films like it. I don't think these films are at ALL equivalent to films like American Sniper, even if they follow a sad white man who regrets killing foreigners. You are looking at the bare bones surface level of it and assuming its contents both real world and dramatized and judging it based on that instead of the, well, actual film.

One of the biggest differences here is that Oppenheimer WAS an important historical figure just, objectively. Even removing all western racial influence from the equation, you can not look me in the eyes and tell me that the man who invented the atomic bomb in the middle of the largest world war of modern history was not an important historical figure. If you try to make THAT argument just based on the sad white man-ness of him, I'm sorry but your point is already moot, because it's not based in historical fact anymore but your own personal subjective feelings. He IS an important historical figure, he's not soldier number 648 in the middle of a massive battlefield who followed other peoples orders.

And also to be completely honest, you are a huge fucking liar if you try to claim that people like Dr. Oppenheimer are not interesting. Flawed people who make flawed decisions with complicated variables are what make for good fiction, so when one exists in the historical record, of course they are going to interest people. They are going to be studied and interviewed if they're still alive and have their entire lives and every word they said picked apart and analyzed because they are interesting. You are straight up lying if you try to act like these people arent interesting enough on their own to have media made about them, regardless of what identity they had that fits into the opposing side of the 21st centure culture wars. This attitude reminds me a lot of the people who claim that the only reason anybody could find true crime interesting is because they MUST want to fuck jeffrey dahmer or whatever. The argument just doesnt hold up because all it takes is one person going "thats not what i find interesting about them" to collapse that entire absolutist argument.

So yes, hollywood absolutely has a racism and war glorification issue. But I take issue when these accusations are just made blindly against any historical dramatization based on nothing but the poster. If you're going to talk about hollywoods sad white men issue, at least make sure the films youre citing actually fit that bill AND that you actually understand whats WRONG with those sad white men movies, because its not just the presence of a sad white male protagonist, its a conglomerate of various sociopolitical issues that must be present within those characters and what they represent.

#some thoughts #oppenheimer

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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So i got a AC x Venom/Marvel crossover idea that ive been toying around with recently that i wanted to share:

So the reason that Symbiotes dont work so well with bonding is mostly the whole "We need to eat brains to live" thing clashes with most superhero morals, but Assassin's kill all the time so that could be a match made in heaven?

So, we could do this 2 ways: 1) is that desmond gets a symbiote when he and Lucy break out of Abstergo. Desmond stepped in some weird white and red goo, but with Lucy running ahead he couldnt really spare a thought to it. So, when he gets shoved in the trunk he gets to bond with the symbiote. Its a misfit just like him, completely alone in a world where you cant tell anyone who you truly are for fear of being discovered/abandoned/abused. So why not be misfits together? Desmond gets major flak for being such a chocolate addict, but hes losing hus mind over here so he gets his chocolate. He doesnt tell anyone about his friend until the templars show up and he and symbiote goes on an all you can eat buffe to everyones horror.

Or 2) where Desmond's body is recovered by Abstergo and during a containment breach a symbiote gets to his body and revives it(Isu bullshit FTW!) and goes on a rampage before dissapearing. Until Erudito gets a call on the emergency line from someone claiming to be Desmond.

Thoughts & Notes:

I imagine the symbiote to kinda look like Carnage & Anti-Venom, mainly being white with red details: his fingers are blood red that fade into black the closer to the hand you get until the black bleeds to the white in the middle of the fore-arms(the legs are the same). Instead of the spider symbol on the chest and back, he has the AC logo.

In option 1, idk what name would fit the symbiote, but in nr.2 id defo say they would name themselves Revenge for what Abstergo did to them.

Desmond would at first have issues eating people, but the symbiote does need it to live and if they stick to Templars and bad guys hes happy, so eh. Just make it a quick and clean kill, its the assassin way.

Idk how the others would really react really, but Bill would defintly go "This we can use, you are the perfect Assassin now", much to Desmonds frustration. Does Bill even see him as his son anymore?

Im all out of ideas now, what do you think? ^^

The origin of the Symbiote can be:

If we’re sticking to keep this as a Marvel/Venom/Spider-Man crossover, the Symbiote keeps its Marvel origin

If we’re keeping this contained into AC world, we can morph the Symbiote into a failed Isu experiment. In this route, the Symbiote could have been a failed plan to create an armor that can withstand the Solar Flare. It gained sentient due to some sort of Solar Flare-induced mechanical failure in its containment or lab and it spent centuries being alone until Abstergo got it.

Regardless of which route we choose, the idea would be: In Abstergo’s hands, it was studied and experimented on without realizing it was sentient which meant Abstergo was hurting it without realizing it.

This way the symbiote would have a reason to hate Abstergo and the Templar Order.

Or, you know, he could just like Desmond and be like “I like you so I’ll eat them.” kind of deal.

Another way that can be a combination of Way 1 & 2, Desmond got the symbiote when he returned to Rome to rescue Bill.

During the chase and ‘fight’ scene between Desmond and Cross, Cross could have accidentally shot the symbiote’s container and Desmond stepped on it in his mad dash to take down Cross as soon as possible.

The symbiote only started talking to him once he’s back in the Grand Temple and he believes it’s a more severe version of the Bleeding Effect first.

Actually…

Regardless of which Way we go for, Desmond wouldn’t immediately believe that he has a symbiote. He would cling to Lucy’s words that he’s hallucinating thanks to the Bleeding Effect and he would think the symbiote is more or less his mind trying to keep him sane by creating a weird sorta-not-sorta-shapeless being that seemed to be a mirror image of himself: completely alone in a world where he cannot tell anyone who he truly was for fear of being discovered, abandoned and/or abused.

The first time the symbiote would make itself known to everyone would be either from a battle with Abstergo (for Way 1 &2) or to actually protect Desmond from the device’s recoil because, while it cannot take the full brunt of the Solar Flare, the device’s recoil? Yeah, could totally do that.

Other Unorganized Notes:

I’m kinda imagining the Assassin insignia to start out more like ink blots with small veins stretched outward and the more Desmond and the symbiote ‘connect’, the more the Assassin insignia becomes clearer until the ink blots disappear but it’s an Assassin insignia that has small vein-shaped lines stretching outward.

I kinda like the idea that the symbiote’s name would be connected to either having an Assassin as its host or eagles in general. On the top of my head: Revenge (like you explained), Soar (which gives us a chance to make a lame joke of someone mishearing it as “Sore”), Flight, Leap, Hidden… or, you know, we can go for “Assassin” because no one can think of a better name or even “Bleed” because sometimes the symbiote suit looks like it’s bleeding and as a reference to the wrong idea they have that this might have been some kind of genetic mutation caused by the Bleeding Effect.

Shaun and Rebecca would freak out (Lucy too if we’re setting this in a timeline where the symbiote’s connection to Desmond made him stop before he stabbed Lucy) but they’d try to understand. Shaun would definitely be more on the side of poking it to see what it does because his self-preservation flipflop a lot while Rebecca is more worried about its effect on Desmond’s overall health in general.

Bill would definitely go “we can use this” the first time he heard of it then ask if Desmond’s alright later but, by then, the damage has been done. Even if Bill is genuine in his concern, Desmond don’t fucking care anymore.

The symbiote is the easiest way to stop Desmond’s Bleeding Episodes although it also likes to talk to his Bleeds. Altaïr finds it fascinating. Ezio is wary of it. Ratonhnhaké:ton just talks to it normally although there’s a hint of cautiousness in his tone.

It would be funny if the symbiote starts Bleeding Desmond’s ancestors once they reached a certain ‘connection level’ but instead of its personality being overwritten by the Bleed, it’s like the symbiote creates another ‘head’ to house the Bleed instead. This turns out to be the best way to keep Desmond from Bleeding but they can’t control who Bleeds, him or the symbiote… not yet anyway.

#it was meant to be symbiote focused #but i accidentally added the bleeding effect #sorry about that #shaun and rebecca are trying to be supportive #but they’re worried #super worried #so if you want desmond to go rogue #this is an easy setup to do it #just make desmond feel their worry and misunderstand it as distrust for him #not the symbiote #and not believing him #when he says he’s fine and this is a good thing #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: venom

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long vent post abt covid + my sister

i genuinely dont know when the last time my little sister wasnt sick for more than two weeks was. im trying to remember but i cant . its been almost constant since she got covid in dec2021. and she has all these new allergies and symptoms and stuff she had as a baby came back after. and my parents are like antivax antimask "its just a cold" conspiracy theorists and they arent going to protect her they only got her her mandatory vaccines bc our doctor finally made them and theyre convinced shes always sick bc of the vaccines and not bc of covid. and i know theres nothing i can say or do that will get through to them. and i know my sister doesnt understand Why shes sick all the time so of course shes going to believe our parents because shes a kid why wouldnt she believe them. and i know eventually she'll figure out why shes so sick. when long covid gets talked about more when i figure out how to explain it to her etc eventually she'll find out and it's going to like. ruin her view of our parents and the world at large

and i spent my whole childhood since the day she was born making it like my lifes mission to keep her safe but i had no hope of protecting her against this there was no way i could have done much but my parents could have and should have and now they blame it all on the vaccines its because the doctor gave her vaccines no it isnt!!! no it is not!!! and every time i see her or facetime her or she sends me an audio message i hear the crackle in her throat and i dont know if it will ever go away

and if youre not looking for it youll miss it but if you go in public and sit and listen .youll hear the coughing and sniffling and the crackle in people's throats. i keep my windows open bc my dorm gets too hot and all day i hear people walking by and coughing. my only other covid cautious friend has noticed it. none of my non cc friends have. but i swear to god it's there sit in a library for a few hours and listen it's there it gets worse every year. and nobody even notices and people look at you weird when you mention that everyone's been getting sicker recently

but they are they fucking are ive read the studies ive looked at the data. everyone's sick all the time and they dont even notice it they go "it's the freshman flu" "it's allergies" you arent even a freshman you dont even have allergies. "man ive just been so short of breath recently" then i'm the crazy one if i say the obvious reason for that. i feel fucking crazy i know im not im looking at the studies im looking at the data im learning the science but nobody will listen

i share covid data and protection and everything on instagram all the time im always talking about it because im always thinking about it because i hear it everywhere and nobody listens nobody is masking and i dont understand why i dont understand how - i heard someone cough out my window just now - i don't understand how social pressure can win over the objective truth when the objective truth is killing and disabling people. how do people not care??? i need people to care one-way masking is better than nothing but so much could have been prevented if people would just put on the fucking mask

what am i even supposed to do when everyone's just accepted being sick forever when people dont 'even notice how fucked up their bodies are becoming when people seem to think it could never happen to them and they don't seem to care that they can and will pass it to other people even if they never are symptomatic . how are we supposed to live like this??? are we going to reach a breaking point or are people just going to fucking die forever??? what will it take for people to start masking again??? to start caring???

i dont know what infection number my sister is on. three that i know of for sure but i'd be shocked if she hadn't had it at least five times. shes thirteen . i dont know what to do

#text #neg #covid

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sxddekarios · 2 months ago

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Invisible String: Ch 1

Jump forward two months to a therapy session between Aspen and Dr. Silverbough, aka Halsin.

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“Why in the Hells did you bring me back?” Aspen asked her therapist for the third time that week. It had been two months of this – two months of laying in the medical ward, multiple sessions with Dr. Silverbough each day, and not a clue of why she was alive. One day, she thought, he had to answer. Not only why, but how.

Dr. Silverbough, or Halsin as he told her to call him, let out one of the deep sighs Aspen had become familiar with over two months of spending most waking hours with the man. It was odd how he always sighed, but never yelled. He was remarkably kind, though she knew it couldn’t last.

“I suppose it’s time I tell you more,” he said. Not that he had told her anything. She appreciated that they had solely focused on her and the two years of torture she went through before it was so, so close to being over. But she was still annoyed that he couldn’t let it be over. She knew it had to be in the realm of magic, but she had no idea what happened.

She should’ve died. She might’ve died. Did he make a deal with a devil? Did the universe have more sick torture in store for her, even after nearly every bone in her body had been shattered while she hung bound and conscious?

“I know you’ve went through an indescribable amount of pain in your life, much of that being in the past few months.” Dr. Silverbough held Aspen’s gaze with an unnerving amount of what appeared to be empathy. “I know you will continue to live through this pain and its effects, and I’m truly sorry for that. It’s why I’m here for you every step of the way, but I know nothing will ever erase your experiences.”

The therapist continued. “That being said, I also have a few hundred years of experience with the threads of life. I know you weren’t going to die despite the blood loss and organ failure you experienced. I don’t know what was keeping you in an eternal limbo – but I knew I had to bring you back to stop the incessant pain that plagued you as you waited for a death that would never come.”

“So, that’s why I brought you here.” He meant Blackstaff Academy, where Aspen had resided for the past 2 months. Not that she had seen anything outside of the medical ward. She knew it made sense with him being a professor (and now her personal therapist) at the academy. But she didn’t know how he got her body to mend.

Dr. Silverbough clasped his hands in his lap. “I have a friend – a vampire – that turned you. He fed from the small amount of blood still coming from your neck, and we spent a week transferring his blood along with a plethora of alchemical remedies to you via IV.” He paused for a moment to let her take it in. Shock flickered across her face as she wondered if she was now a vampire.

Would she have to live forever? Please, please, please don’t let that be my fate, she thought.

“Normally we wouldn’t turn someone like this, but it was the only way to save you. I know we forced this choice on you, and you have every right to be upset with us. We didn’t see another choice though, besides condemning you to suffer.” His deep yet gentle voice carried on while Aspen’s head swarmed with questions.

She had a hell of a lot of questions, but one took precedence. “Now what?” She asked. “What am I supposed to do now?” With her entire life?

“Whatever you like,” he answered seriously. Seriously unhelpful, too. “I’d like if you stay at the academy. All you need to focus on is healing as much as you can. The rest is up to you. You can live here, you can study here, you can find joy here. You don’t need to worry about finances or what you’re ‘doing’ with your life.”

“I promise you,” Dr. Silverbough emphasized, “the academy will always support you and provide for you. This is a home for students, and having brought you here myself, I can assure you that your life is taken care of in bureaucratic terms. Even with our –” he stopped himself for a moment as his eyes flickered red.

He took a deep breath before continuing. “Headmaster, my friends and I at the academy will make sure you always have a safe space. No matter what happens here, or what you choose to do with your life.”

What the fuck was up with the headmaster? Aspen figured she’d find out soon enough if she decided to study there. Which she really, really wanted. She had only ever known herself in two ways – being owned by another person, and excelling in academia. She had nothing outside of that.

She was sure that her therapist would help her try to find other things to fill her life with, but it couldn’t hurt to start with the most stable thing she’d ever had. She tried to calm her anxieties about the future. Hope had never been on her side, but neither had a shapeshifting professor/therapist.

Hopefully, he meant what he said.

#bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale fanfic #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 halsin #invisible string #bg3 tav

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A Day in Hell (Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev Angst Imagine)

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Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Five of Six

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 2

AN: I wanted to do a story to showcase the hardships health care workers faced when covid hit. The doctors and nurses put our health first during a worldwide crisis and we should be forever grateful for that even without a pandemic to prove what should always be known.

Summary: Amber goes to gather Ian’s belongings in the basement where she runs into Andrew who tries to apologize for the breakup wanting to get back together with her.

Words: 1671

Chapter Links Here: 1,2,3,4,5,6

April 2nd, 2020

After her shift ended at midnight, Amber decided to do the impossible and find Ian Talbert’s belongings. Before his death he entrusted her with his deceased daughter’s military necklace stating he had no one to give it to.

While she was resistant at first, she knew it would make Ian feel better before his timely death. After helping out at the check in stand in the lobby she decided to go to the room where they held all the covid patient’s belongings after their death.

The rules are they can’t be released to the family until after the crisis, but Amber didn’t want Olivia Talbert’s last possession to rot inside a bag on a shelf. If she did, she was fairly certain Ian would haunt her from beyond the grave.

With that image in her head, she is determined to find the bag, clean the necklace and wear it around her neck. A part of her hopes that some of Olivia’s fighting spirit can come to her and help her get past this terrible time they are all in.

Amber walks down the hall in the basement numbly and stands outside the room where they store old hospital equipment. And now abandoned items from the deceased. She stands outside for a moment in her scrubs, N95 mask and face shield dreading what is on the other side of the door. The young Karev takes a deep breath before gathering the courage to turn the knob, open the door and flick the light switch on.

Instead of defunct bypass machines or broken IV poles the room is filled wall to wall with shelves. And those shelves are holding plastic bags that are filled with clothes and other items left behind by their large number of deceased patients.

Amber looks at the shelves and, in that moment, wonders when her life came to this. Years of medical training and studying led to her finding a bag of her dead patients’ items in a sea of other dead patients’ items. She steps forward and silently looks around but knows she needs to read the tags on the bags to see which one was Ian’s. The time-consuming task ahead of her causes her to look up at the ceiling and close her eyes.

Normally a person would cry when face to face with death and despair, but Amber used up all her tears after Ian died. She spent 10 minutes sitting by his bedside and crying next to his dead body regretful of what little she could do for the man who unfairly contracted covid after a life of pain and grief. Instead, she closes her eyes and tries to imagine a world they used to have, one that wasn’t as sorrowful as it is now.

“Hey.” Amber’s thought train stops at the familiar voice. She turns around to find her ex-boyfriend, Andrew DeLuca standing six feet behind her in his navy-blue scrubs, N95 and face shield.

Another day Amber would tear at him for getting a job as her attending at the hospital she works at so soon after he broke up with her, kicked her out and ignored her calls when he left. But now she just wants to find the bag and go home without so much as acknowledging his existence.

She does so when she walks toward a shelf and reads the tags on the bags that aren’t organized in any way. Andrew looks at Amber in sympathy and tries to find the right words to say in this situation.

“I uh I didn’t know you’d be here.” Andrew says truthfully to Amber who ignores him, “I came down here to get Kayden’s stuff. He was the kid that came in with the burns from the car explosion. He died and…it didn’t feel right to have his parents wait to get their sons last possession. So, I came down here to try to find them. What about you?”

Amber stops moving and exhales at the agony but speaks, “Patient of mine, Ian Talbert, he died two hours ago.”

Andrew closes his eyes, “I treated him his first day…I liked him. He told me the odds of my rent skyrocketing with the economy right now. I gave him the whiteboards so he can have something to do. How are you?”

Amber stops moving and faces her ex with a blank look, “I don’t know how to answer that.”

DeLuca nods knowing the feeling as well. Amber exhales in relief at finding the bag, “I found Ian’s stuff you can have the room to yourself. Shut the lights on your way out.”

“Amber…” She stops and faces him fully six feet away with the bag in her hand, “I left you a voicemail last week.”

“Yeah, I know.” Amber responds numbly, “I listened to it…you said you wanted to talk so talk.”

Andrew sighs and starts, “I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much and I know you’re angry and you have every single right to be, but I want to fix this. I want you home with me and I want you in my life I need you in my life.”

“Do you remember what I told you the day you came back for Webber?” Andrew looks down in shame as she continues, “I told you that if you got help and begged for my forgiveness you weren’t gonna get it because you ruined us, you ruined me. And now you think you can just show up and I’ll move back like everything’s okay? Like you didn’t drive a stake through my heart?!”

“I know I can’t make it right and I know I said a lot of awful things, but they weren’t true. It was the mania and I know I made it worse when I ignored you but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, I still love you.”

Amber’s face is filled with rage for the man she once loved, “You destroyed me. You don’t destroy people that you love I learned that from watching my father beat the crap out of my mother. My father who you said I would end up like when I was trying to help you. My mother who you compared me to when you had frostbite and kicked me out of our home!”

Andrew stops at the harsh recounts by Amber of what the mania made him do and how much it hurt her, “You must really think I’m like my mother because going back to a man who made her life hell is exactly what she did with my father even after he put her in the ICU.”

Andrew sighs and tries again, “I know I messed up; I know I scared you and I know I said a lot of things I am never gonna be able to take back and I am sorry. I’m sorry, I love you, I am in love with you and that has never changed. I am doing the work and I promise you if you give me a chance, I will do everything I can to make us right.”

“Make us right?” Amber asks in disbelief, “How do you right pushing me away when I was trying to help you? Or saying I am exactly like my parents who abused and neglected me? Or how about throwing the moment my brother tried to kill me to my face because you knew it would hurt me and it did!”

Andrew shakes his head chastising himself for screwing his relationship up so badly, “I’m sorry I’m so sorry I am an idiot. I am such an idiot, I am a jerk, I should’ve listened to you months ago I know that I know I messed up. I thought I was above this, and I didn’t want to admit there was something wrong, but I did, and I am working on it. I’m trying to make up for what I did and who I hurt and all that matters to me right now is you and me-”

“You and me?” Amber asks disdainfully, “There is no you and me, you kicked me out, you left me.”

“And I came back.”

“You came back because you saw a new case to obsess over not because of me, it is never about me because you didn’t care about me enough to call me back after you had a mental breakdown and dropped the face of the earth!”

Andrew sighs in despair, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that!” Amber tells him in anger, and he stops, “You can’t fix this with a sorry and I don’t want to fix this!”

Amber inhales and tries to keep herself from crying again, “You were the only person, the only one who didn’t call me crazy or made me feel worthless. You said I was crazy like my mom, and you made me feel worthless when you kicked me out of that apartment like garbage.”

Andrew looks down in shame knowing he can’t mend that with a hundred sorry’s. Amber makes that clear as she continues.

“And you did it so easily like that’s how you really felt about me for two years. There’s no going back there is no apology that can make me forget the past year of hell I wasted begging you to get help. You hurt me and you can’t undo that, and you can’t expect me to take you back because it’s what my mother did with my father, and I am not gonna repeat that!”

Andrew’s guilt worsens with his ex-girlfriend comparing them to her parent’s horrible marriage. He knows by then that when her parents are brought up there is no going back.

“I’m glad you’re getting help I am.” Amber says truthfully, “But there is no going back to the way things were, you made sure of that.”

Amber walks around Andrew and exits the room leaving him heartbroken over the end of their relationship in a room where grief is at it’s highest.

Next Chapter Here

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hello-there · 8 days ago

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wewerebornsextuplets · 6 months ago

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what are your ocs’ favorite activities :P

ohhh this is a good one!! once again because im very long winded this will be under the cut but i hope i explain myself well o7

starting with kiru, she honestly... she kind of has old man tastes when it comes to hobbies and the like HAHA. ive mentioned it briefly before, but shes very much a self described "bad cinephile" in that she loves to watch bad movies specifically to tear them apart and complain. of course if a movie genuinely interests her because it looks Good she will still see it, but if you gave her the choice she would choose the garbage every time.

aside from her moviegoing, though, she's really enjoyed card games + other tabletop games [i.e dominoes] since she was a kid, mostly owed to the fact that her paternal grandparents taught her how to play + that ended up being how she spent most of her time with her dad once he got too sick to keep up with the typical energy level that playtime entails for a 7 year old. while she does get laughed at for these seemingly dated tastes on occasion, its also kind of a win because old man activities are perfect if your best friend is coming straight from the showa era.

that said, fiber arts and sewing are examples of interests that Have stuck with her; her taste in clothing is a bit... eccentric outside of work, and she often cant find exactly what she's looking for in your average clothing store, but she's also not willing to spend $75 for a shirt that'll disintegrate after 3 washes. so, she likes to alter and sometimes even make her own clothes! she'll sometimes make clothes for kiru and ippei as well, but whether or not they actually Wear it is... a different story.

for the sake of the prompt, im not gonna include artwork/drawing in keiko's section since thats her side hustle/kind of a job

she's certainly less geriatric in her hobbies, but much more difficult to pin down; shes very fiercely motivated, but if she loses interest she loses interest QUICK. as such she goes through hobbies very fast, and leaves a trail of unfinished projects and studies behind her. polyglots shudder to think about the amount of languages she studied for three months and then gave up on.

and speaking of ippei! this was kind of answered in the previous question but hes very much a video game nerd, which is really his biggest interest and activity across the board. that said as part of the game dev hustle hes aspiring for, he also intends to produce his own music and is trying to teach himself music theory to... varying results. its an uphill battle but hes made some decent stuff. he spends more time dicking around and making silly songs for pre-made beats than anything else [kind of like the works of silly stu if youre familiar.]

and, of course, all three can take solace in one common activity: bothering kabosu.

#larry time #answers #ocs #kiru #keiko #ippei #i have some ideas wrt their other interests but those arent exactly Activities so for the sake of the prompt i did not include them

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baldwinivmybeloved · 5 months ago

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𝅄 𝆬 ⠀⠀✿⠀⠀Charper Thirty One 𔘓𓈒 ◌⠀⠀᧔◍᧓ Xica x Baldwin IV

Time had passed quickly since Godfrey left. The castle had felt his absence like a shadow, a constant and comforting presence now gone. The news of his death arrived like a devastating blow. Baldwin and Xica received the message from Tiberias, and sadness enveloped them like a heavy blanket.

“I can’t believe Godfrey is no longer with us,” Baldwin said, his voice broken with pain as he looked at Xica with tear-filled eyes.

“He was more than a friend; he was a guide, a mentor to all of us,” Xica responded, struggling to maintain her composure. “We owe him so much.”

“He has left his title to someone named Balian,” Baldwin added thoughtfully. “I don’t know what to expect from him, but if Godfrey trusted him, we must do the same.”

“Yes, we must,” Xica sighed deeply. “But now, we have to tell our children the news.”

The twins, Arik and Ariella, were playing in the garden when Baldwin and Xica approached them. Seeing their parents’ serious expressions, the children knew something was wrong.

“What’s the matter, Papa? What’s the matter, Mama?” Arik asked, his usual energy replaced by worry.

Baldwin knelt down to their level and took their small hands.

“Arik, Ariella, I have very sad news to share with you. Our dear friend and mentor, Godfrey, has passed away.”

Ariella, always more reserved, looked down, her eyes filling with tears. Arik, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his anguish.

“No! It can’t be!” Arik cried, his voice breaking. “He was the best, the wisest. We needed him!”

Xica hugged her children, trying to console Arik as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. We all needed him. But we must be strong and remember everything he taught us.”

They spent the afternoon in silence, each processing the loss in their own way. The hot day seemed to reflect the heaviness in their hearts. Baldwin, without his mask but covered by a sheer white veil, sat with his family outdoors, trying to find comfort in their company.

“Papa, why aren’t you wearing your mask?” Ariella asked, always curious and analytical.

“Because today is a special day, and I want you to see me as I am,” Baldwin replied with a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter how I look; what matters is the love we have as a family.”

“We love you, Papa, no matter what,” Arik said, clinging to his father.

A servant approached Baldwin and whispered something in his ear. Baldwin nodded and stood up.

“Balian, Godfrey’s son, has arrived. I’m going to meet him. Xica, stay with the children. If I need help, I’ll call you.”

Xica nodded, and they parted with a kiss, a gesture of mutual love and support.

Baldwin entered the study, illuminated by oil lamps. The atmosphere was solemn and filled with memories. Balian, a young and determined man, waited patiently.

“I warn you before I turn around: I’m wearing a mask,” Baldwin said, his voice resonating in the room.

Balian, unfazed, nodded. Baldwin turned, revealing the beautiful silver mask that concealed his disfigured face.

“Don’t kneel. I loved your father. I’m glad to meet his son,” Baldwin continued, his voice laden with emotion.

Balian looked at the king with respect.

"Godfrey , era amigo de mi padre. Me enseñó a cazar con halcones cuando era niño. Me enseñó a disparar flechas a caballo como hacen los sarracenos. Él estaba allí cuando me pellizcaron el brazo, y fue él, no los médicos de mi padre, quien notó que no sentía dolor. Lloró cuando le dio la noticia a mi padre".

Baldwin’s voice, though firm, carried deep sadness.

“I am a leper. This disease, the Saracens say, is God’s revenge against the vanity of our kingdom. However miserable I am here, the Arabs say in their book, the punishment that awaits me in hell is more severe and lasting. If it’s true, I call it unjust, yet in this life, and even with my condition, I have been blessed with a wife and two children.”

A servant poured wine into two goblets, carefully noting which was for whom. Baldwin drank with bandaged hands.

“Do you play?” Baldwin asked, pointing to the chessboard.

“No, I don’t play,” Balian replied, shaking his head.

Baldwin picked up an ivory pawn and examined it.

“It’s the world. Every move can be your death. Do anything but stay in your starting place, and you cannot be sure of your end. Were you ever sure of your end?”

“Yes, I was sure,” Balian said thoughtfully. “To be buried a hundred yards from where I was born.”

“And now?” Baldwin asked.

“Now I am in Jerusalem, and I see a king,” Balian responded.

“A king may move a man… a father may claim a son… a man can move himself… and then the man begins his own game. Remember how you play with yourself or who plays you, that your soul is in your custody. Even if those who boast of playing you are kings. Remember.”

Balian nodded, understanding the depth of the king’s words.

“I will,” Balian said.

Baldwin slid a paper toward Balian, a drawing of a fortification in the shape of a cross.

“I drew it. What do you think of it?” Baldwin asked.

“Protect the helpless,” Balian replied seriously.

“And when one day I am helpless… perhaps you will protect me,” Baldwin said with a hopeful tone. “You may go.”

Balian bowed and left the study. Baldwin returned to his seat by the window, gazing out at Jerusalem and the desert stars, his thoughts drifting between memories and uncertain futures.

Tiberias entered shortly after, finding the king in his solitary refuge.

“How are you feeling, my king?” Tiberias asked softly.

“Restless, Tiberias. The world keeps changing, and we must change with it. But today, I saw a spark of hope in Balian’s eyes. Perhaps, just perhaps, we can find the peace we long for.”

Tiberias nodded, understanding the depth of his king’s words.

“Thank you, Tiberias. With friends like you, perhaps the future won’t be so bleak after all.”

And so, under the starry mantle of Jerusalem, hope and sadness intertwined in the hearts of those who fought for a better world.

Balian left the study, his thoughts still swirling around the intense conversation he had just had with the king. As he walked through the castle’s hallways, admiring the architecture and decor, he encountered a woman who clearly belonged to the upper class, though there was something in her demeanor and gaze that suggested intelligence and inner strength.

“Are you lost?” the woman asked with a kind smile.

“Perhaps a little,” Balian admitted, returning her smile. “This castle is a labyrinth for a newcomer like me.”

“Let me help you. I’m Xica. I can show you the way out.”

“Thank you, Xica. I’m Balian,” he responded, surprised by her courtesy and charisma.

As they walked, their conversation drifted towards deep and personal topics.

“Have you ever thought about what it truly means to be free?” Xica asked, looking at Balian with curiosity.

“Often. Freedom is a concept that has always fascinated men. But few truly experience it,” Balian replied, thoughtful.

“Freedom is not just a physical state. It’s also a mental state. It’s the right to choose your own path, to make decisions without fear of oppression,” Xica said firmly.

“You’re right. But many of us are trapped in the expectations and duties that life imposes on us.” Balian sighed. “Sometimes, freedom seems like an unattainable dream.”

“That is the greatest challenge, Balian. Finding freedom within oneself, even in the most difficult circumstances,” Xica responded, her voice filled with conviction.

“Have you found your own freedom, Xica?” Balian asked, curious to know more about this wise woman.

“Yes, but it wasn’t easy.” Xica paused for a moment, looking into the distance. “I was a slave in my youth. I learned the true value of freedom when I finally obtained it.”

Balian looked at her in surprise, unable to reconcile the image of the elegant woman in front of him with the idea of a slave.

“A slave? How did you end up here, then?” he asked, impressed.

“I am the queen of this kingdom,” Xica revealed. “And it was thanks to Baldwin, my husband, that I found my way to freedom and power. He is a wonderful man, a just and loving king.”

Balian was speechless for a moment, admiring the strength and character of the queen.

“You are an inspiration, Xica. Your story is incredible. And the king… he seems to be an extraordinary man.”

“He is. And together, we have worked to make this kingdom a better place for everyone,” Xica said with a proud smile.

From a distance, Baldwin observed the conversation with a mix of interest and a slight touch of jealousy. Xica and Balian seemed to have become good friends in a short time, sharing deep ideas about freedom and humanity.

Finally, the conversation came to an end, and Balian bid Xica farewell, thanking her for her company and wisdom.

“Thank you for everything, Xica. I hope our conversations continue in the future,” Balian said, bowing.

“I’m sure they will, Balian. Take care,” Xica replied, bowing back before heading to find her husband.

Xica found Baldwin waiting for her. Upon seeing her, he stood up and greeted her with a hug and a kiss through his mask.

“You seemed quite entertained with Balian,” Baldwin commented, with a playful smile and a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Xica laughed softly, caressing Baldwin’s face.

“He’s an interesting man and seems to have a good heart. But you know there’s only one king in my life, and that’s you.”

“Really?” Baldwin said, pretending to be offended. “And what if I get jealous?”

Xica kissed his mask, whispering in his ear.

“Then I’ll have to remind you how much I love you, my king.”

Baldwin smiled, feeling the warmth of his wife’s love.

“I can’t compete with that. I love you, Xica.”

“And I love you, Baldwin. Now, let’s go to dinner. I’m sure the children are waiting for us.”

With smiles on their faces and love filling their hearts, Baldwin and Xica headed to the dining room, ready to face any challenge that destiny presented to them together.

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A Warrior’s heart (Marcel Galliard x Reader) » Part X

Word count: 6 430

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: canon AU where Marcel didn’t die; also the reader is an Eldian Warrior from Marley but not a Titan Shifter

PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V / PART VI / PART VII / PART VIII / PART IX

A Warrior’s heart (Part X)

You stayed up until morning. There was no way of going to sleep after what your mother told you. Even closing your eyes just for a short while seemed like something impossible. Because every time you tried, all you could see and think about, were the two men. One of them is your father.

And you simply weren’t able to tell, which option would be better. Or the least painful one, to put it better.

In the end... who hurt you less? The man who left even before you were old enough to remember him? Or the man, that was by your side all those years, but let you risk your life and never said a single thing?

Which one of them was the biggest coward?

„It only feels like yesterday that we’ve been here for the first time,“ your sister said, throwing her arms around your neck again. It was slowly impossible to count how many times she did it since you arrived at the port. „I just hope you’ll come back much sooner this time.“

„Yeah... me too.“

The only person you were able to pay attention to, was Commander Magath. The man you knew for so many years. You spent long minutes trying to study his features, just to find a tiny little thing that would tie him to you and Anya. But the more you tried, the harder it got. Suddenly it seemed as if he was the last possible human, who could be your biological father.

And still...

Something inside of you was trying to convince you, that it is him. Suddenly it seemed, that even your mother wished, that it was him. You caught her looking over at him a few times, always quickly looking away, before he noticed.

„I know you hate to hear it, but... I’m really grateful for everything.“

„Let’s not talk about it, okay? If I had to do it all over again just for you to stay alive, I would. Without hesitation, because I love you.“

With those words, you kissed her cheek and slowly pulled away. Not that you didn’t want to hug her. Quite the opposite. But you were never good with goodbyes, they were always too painful. Even more, when your mom almost immediately pulled you into a hug as well.

The Galliards were saying their goodbyes just a few steps away, Marcel’s mom was hugging her older son as if she refused to let him go anywhere. You’ve already talked to Porco and his parents for a short while. The other Warriors weren’t there, because you and Marcel asked them not to come. It was better that way.

„You can do it, I believe in you, honey,“ she said, sweetly kissing your forehead and tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. „Marcel will keep you safe.“

„I’d rather he stayed here.“

When you looked over at him, all kinds of emotions started rising in your chest. You couldn’t imagine going back with anyone else. Not even Reiner, who was with you for the last five years. You trusted him, but in critical situations, it was always Marcel, you looked for. You needed his guidance and ability to make quick decisions even in the worst-case scenarios.

But his safety was more important than any of that.

„I should...“ you started, looking over at Commander Magath again. Your mother’s eyes wandered in his direction too. „I should talk to him. Maybe I won’t get another chance.“ You kept your voice low, so Anya didn’t hear anything.

„Don’t say such things, everything will be fine. You’ll come back.“

„Yeah.“

Will you?

Really?

In some moments, you weren’t even a little bit sure. Not when everything still seemed suspicious. Why would Marley set up this mission so fast and send only the two of you, if getting Annie back was so important? Marcel’s Titan was the smallest, and even though he was fast and could do a lot of damage with his teeth, it would not stand a chance in a fight with the Survey corps. Now when you saw what happened to Reiner, when he and Bert tried to kidnap Eren for the first time.

You stayed with your family for a little while, before withdrawing for the final time. Your chest was hurting with tons of emotions, but you were able to hold your tears. For their sake. If you never came back, it would be better for them to remember you this way. Brave and daring, without showing fear.

„Commander?“ you addressed Magath carefully with hands curled into fists. You could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest. „Do you have a minute? We need to talk about something important.“

„Of course.“

„Thank you.“ You stood beside him, turning your back to your family and rather facing the ocean. It was still pretty early in the morning, the surface was beautifully glittering in the first rays of sunlight. In moments like these, you truly loved your hometown. „I don’t know how to start. It’s not an easy thing to talk about. And I’m sure it won’t be easy for you to listen and answer me.“

His quiet laugh surprised you. „I think I already know.“

„My mother talked to you a few days back,“ you reacted calmly. His response surprised you, but you didn’t want to show it. „And we had a pretty serious conversation yesterday evening.“

„About me?“ You nodded, trying to stay calm and talk quietly at the same time. This wasn’t a conversation for other curious ears. „So she finally told you?“

„About the possibility of you being my father?“ He wasn’t even startled when you said the last word. It almost seemed like he was waiting all this time to have this conversation with you. All those years, which he spent solely in the role of your superior. „You’re not even a little bit surprised?“

„Why would I be surprised?“

You shook your head, smiling a little for yourself. „Because I was. There wasn’t a moment in my entire life when I thought about you being something more than just my superior.“ Why would you think something like that? Your father was always a faceless man you never got to know. And never possibly the chief of the Warrior Unit you were a part of. „And I still can’t quite believe it.“

„For almost eighteen years I’ve lived with the possibility of having two beautiful daughters, who I’ll never have the chance to properly get to know. Keeping all of you safe has always been my top priority. That’s why I left your mother. Staying with her wouldn’t end well, even for someone with my position in the military.“

You tilted your head back for a while, looking up at the clear blue sky. How peaceful would it be to just fly away? To a place, where nothing like this existed. Where nobody would lie to you and play stupid games with your emotions.

„I’ve always kept an eye on you. Hell, I even tried to get you kicked out of the warrior program, just to keep you safe. But when I learned why you applied in the first place...“ He shrugged, putting his hands into the pockets of his white coat. „You were close to getting one of the Titans. Really close, but I interfered and made your results seem worse.“

„So...“ you laughed again, feeling tears in your eyes. „So you did all of this, but never managed to tell me anything. How could you? Why? I would never tell anyone, not when the life of my family was at stake.“

„It was better this way,“ he said almost too reassuringly, lighting a cigarette. When he offered you one, you refused. „I helped you get your status of an honorary Marleyan even without inheriting a Titan, so your sister could get the medical help she desperately needed. That was the most I was able to do for you and your family. Without getting all three of you killed.“

The docks were full of military personnel, which seemed kind of weird in itself. It wasn’t this busy the last time you were leaving, even though everything else was much more spectacular and special. The whole internment zone cheered on you back then. The day five Warriors left for Paradis to bring it down once and for all, was special for everyone in some way.

„You feared about our safety and all... okay, I get it. But why are you being so open about it now?“ you asked, looking over your shoulder. Your mother and Anya were talking to the Galliards. They all seemed lost in a conversation, Marcel was not a part of. His eyes were on you, carefully watching you and the Commander. „You’re not counting on me getting back home, right?“

Those words held so much pain. You could feel your heart break when he didn’t respond at all. That was the catch of this mission? Marley just wanted to get rid of you? For failing your first mission? Even after they didn’t declare you guilty at the Military court?

„I trained you the best I could, but whatever happens, happens. I have no control over that, only you and Galliard do.“ He too looked over at Marcel. „I’ll take care of your mother and sister.“

„The way you did for the last eighteen years?“ you muttered in an agitated tone, forcing a smile on your lips just for Marcel to see everything is okay. Even if it wasn’t. „Do you really think it’s you? Our biological father?“

It took him a minute to answer. Almost as if he needed to think about something, he should have known for a long time. „I don’t know your sister, but sometimes when I look at you...“ He bowed his head, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

You eagerly waited for his answer, but it never came. Not when Commander Magath silently hissed and turned his back to you. He was breathing hard, almost as if he was battling with the words he wanted to say. The words he wanted you to hear.

„Commander!“ you called after him, expecting him to finish his words.

Only when he continued walking, did you truly feel the pain of this entire situation. He was turning his back on you. Literally. The chief of the Warrior unit didn’t want anything to do with you. Not in the role of your father.

He was just like the other man. The one you thought was the worst person ever to exist. Both of them valued only themselves, but not you or your sister. Family meant nothing to them. Not even in a situation like this. When this could be the last time you see each other.

You waited for a bit and took a couple of deep breaths, before returning to your family for the last couple of minutes. Hugging and kissing them felt even harder than ever before. Your mother was quietly apologizing while kissing the top of your head and almost crushing you in her embrace.

But saying your final goodbye to Anya was much worse. Mainly because you wanted her to know the truth, but there simply wasn’t time to tell her. All you could do was hug both of them back and say a million times over how much you love them.

„Will it help if I tell you, that your eyes look really pretty when you cry?“ Marcel asked, hugging you around the shoulders as soon, as the boat finally left the shore.

„What are you talking about?“ you asked, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. The port was getting smaller by the second, and the people still there disappearing. Your mother. Anya. Commander Magath. „You sound like Porco. Dumb.“

Marcel laughed quietly, kissing your cheek lovingly. „We’ll be back soon. I promise.“

„You have no power over that, Marcel. We don’t know what will happen to us once we disembark at Paradis. Just like we didn’t know five years ago.“

Your whole body was trembling and your heart still racing from all of the emotions. What were you supposed to feel? Nothing could have prepared you for this situation. This chapter of your life, everything about your father, was a closed case for many years. And now was the worst time possible to reopen it.

„Do you want to talk?“ he asked worriedly, rubbing your arm reassuringly and pulling you even closer to his side. „Something made you really upset. You’re not crying just because we’re leaving.“

„I don’t think I can talk bout it now. Maybe later.“

„Did Magath say something?“

You turned to him with sheer panic in your eyes. „How do you know about that?“

„I mean... you were talking to him, I saw you,“ Marcel replied surprised, furrowing his brow.

„Oh... yeah, you’re right. Sorry.“ Of course, he saw you talk to the Commander, you even made eye contact. That was all he knew. Nothing more specific. Not the possible truth. „No, it’s just something really dumb. Forget it, it’s fine.“

Nothing was fine. Not even close to fine, but you pretended for his sake. It was better to curl up in his embrace and watch the coast of Marley get further and further by the second.

Something wasn’t right about this whole mission, you could simply feel it deep in your bones, but... Saving Annie was worth the risk. You owed her that, even much more. She really was someone special for you, and not just because she had the power of the Female Titan.

„Do you think we’ll meet them again? The 104th?“ you asked after a while, still gripping the rail with one hand, your body leaning against Marcel’s.

„If they survived the battle in Shiganshina... yeah, it’s a pretty big possibility.“

„I don’t want to hurt them, Marcel,“ you whispered, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.

Keeping your voice low was essential since random soldiers were always lurking around the deck. Just like the one, that saw you two kissing while on the way back home and immediately ran after Magath to inform him. What nonsense. As if the military didn’t have more serious problems than two of their soldiers falling in love.

„We’ll do our best to avoid combat. You have a good chance of slipping into the ranks of the Military police, we just need to get you a uniform. Having your ODM gear already is pretty helpful.“

„I don’t know, somebody may recognize me.“

„Well, I’m not saying you should stick around for a long time. Just until you hear something about Annie or find her yourself.“

„Firstly we need to somehow get behind the Walls.“ He nodded, kissing the top of your head gently. You loved being shorter than him, even more, when he was hugging you and resting his chin against your head. And it was also perfect for forehead kisses, which Marcel loved to give you at any given moment. „We should move during the night when the Titans aren’t active. It will be much safer. If we plan it out right, we could reach the Walls in two nights, and then during the third, we find our way in. Maybe through that passage, that should lead right up to the Underground.“

„I’ve heard it starts somewhere under Shiganshina, then continues under Karaness District, and then straight to Stohess. If it’s true, there is no need for us to even get close to Trost.“

„That would be for the best.“

Going through some tactics was the best thing you could do almost the whole time. It kept your mind occupied, and didn’t let your emotions run wild once more. Marcel offered to talk somewhere in private, but staying up on the sunny deck felt much better. If anything, at least the weather was beautiful, even though you started to feel a little seasick again, after maybe an hour. But it was better than last time.

Ultimately, the two of you spent some hours alone as well. Behind closed and locked doors, where it was only your love and passion speaking loudly and clearly. The fear in Marcel’s eyes grew bigger and bigger with every kiss he gave you, with every touch of his fingers against your skin. The very real possibility of losing each other terrified you, even during the moments when you could feel the other one right in your arms.

When you first started dating, you knew what was ultimately coming your way. Marcel only had a limited amount of years left, while you had the possibility to live a very long life. And sometimes, when you looked over at him in random moments, you were sure that the day he’ll die, is going to be the day the real you stops existing as well.

Something similar was running through your head now as well. If anything happens to him on that island, you simply won’t have the strength to continue and carry out what Marley sent you to do. Yes, his love made you feel strong and determined, but it also made you vulnerable.

„We should get ready,“ Marcel said, letting the tips of his fingers run along your bare back. You could still feel his lips all over your body, his eyes meeting yours in passionate moments full of love.

„I wish we could stay like this forever,“ you mumbled against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss above his heart.

„We’ll have days like that, I promise. Right now we have to think about Annie. Not what Marley and the military want from us.“

„Don’t you think this whole mission is a little suspicious from the start? I mean... why all that fuss around the Military court and everything when they let me go in the end? And the only punishment is supposed to be this? Going back to Paradis for Annie? The thing I wanted to do immediately after the battle in Shiganshina?“

„It feels kinda off, but I’m more concerned about their decision to send only the two of us, with you not even having Titan powers. Like what do they expect from me alone?“

Those were exactly your thoughts. You told the military everything about the Survey corps and their ability to battle Titans, even Titan shifters like Marcel and the others. They knew, how dangerous certain people, like Captain Levi, who almost killed Zeke, can be. But despite that, they didn’t bother to come up with a better plan.

Of course, you were given a lot of instructions and commands to obey. Just like when you left for Paradis five years ago. Everyone was sure all of you knew, what was expected.

However, this time they all seemed really...

„Do you think they want to get rid of us?“ you asked suddenly, before even thinking about saying those words out loud.

Marcel took a deep breath, playing with random strands of your hair. The sun behind the little cabin window almost started to set again. The shores of Paradis had to be close. „I thought about that, just didn’t want to say anything. But then again... if they killed me without somebody inheriting the Jaw, it will be lost to Marley. That would leave them with just three Titans out of the nine. If you don’t include the War Hammer, which is in possession of the Tybur’s.“

„You can’t really count the War Hammer in, they would never lend it to the military in any war conflict. They never did.“

„That’s exactly my point. Losing another Titan would be a disaster for the country. Mostly because...“ the way he paused made you worriedly lift your head from his chest and look into his face. „I heard something about a war between Marley and the Mid-East Allied Forces. It seems they want to take advantage of the loss of two Titans.“

„Great, so when we come home, there will be another war waiting for us.“

Will the hell cycle ever end? War after war, conflict after conflict. Do the nations really don’t know any better? Why is there always the need for more bloodshed and death?

„Let’s hope not.“

Getting out of bed and putting clothes back on was almost painful. Even more, when you had to put up with the annoying straps from your ODM gear. You didn’t wear it only for a short time, but it already felt like an entire eternity, since you had to have it on almost every single day. It never felt comfortable, the straps kept digging into your skin even through the fabric of your clothes, and making it really sore until it was finally time to take them off in the evening.

A sudden knock on the door surprised you both, while Marcel was buttoning up his black shirt and you were fastening the strap that went across your chest. When you opened, you were met with a tall soldier carrying a rifle tossed over his shoulder.

„Can I help you?“ you asked politely, leaning against the door a little.

„Both of you are immediately expected on the deck, we arrived. However, you are ordered to leave all weapons and supplies here. You’ll pick them up after.“

„After what?“ asked Marcel, appearing by your side and looking the soldier over.

„After you witness what we do to people like you,“ said the soldier with a snarky grin on his thin lips. He quickly looked at your armbands, and with a disgusted expression turned around, leaving you and Marcel absolutely dumbstruck.

You could feel shivers run down your spine, when Marcel put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the door. So this really wasn’t just a simple mission. You didn’t travel to Paradis alone. Somewhere on this boat were other people, other Eldians, awaiting their doom. And you were supposed to watch them die for... what? Existing? Being born into this twisted world?

„Don’t think about doing anything, we can’t help them.“

The steady tone of his voice surprised you. „You knew?“ It only took him a second, when he nodded, looking away from your face.

„The holding cells were getting full pretty quickly, so the military planned this execution ahead. It was supposed to take place in three weeks. Only after that, they decided to send the two of us simultaneously. Why would they spend more money and resources on our transportation, when they can send only one boat?“

„You should have told me.“

„What for? It was better this way, trust me.“ With a quick kiss, Marcel grabbed your hand and led the both of you up to the deck. It was buzzing with life, soldiers, and officers almost at every step. Everybody was armed, carrying a standard rifle, you had to leave in the cabin.

When you looked straight ahead, you could see Paradis very clearly. It was just like you remembered it. Looking like an ordinary island, which was home to people like you. Just by the look of the sandy shores, no one would dare to guess what life there was really like. Not even you, when you first arrived five years ago.

You gripped Marcel’s hand a little tighter, while the two of you walked up to general Calvi, whose presence was a real surprise. „Ah, here you are, Galliard, Y/l/n.“

„General,“ you both answered almost at the same time, bringing your right hand up into a typical Marleyan salute.

„I would like it if the two of you accompanied our soldiers during the execution process. If I am not mistaken, none of you’ve ever seen something like this, right?“ The slimy smile on his face made you want to throw up. You’ve met this man a couple of times, but he always scared you for some reason. „Your mission will begin after that.“

„Yes, general,“ was all Marcel could say for the both of you.

When you didn’t say a word, Calvi looked over his shoulder and straight into your face. For some reason, it was suddenly hard to even breathe. „Yes... general,“ you got out at last, biting the inner side of your cheek.

„Very well,“ he answered with another almost frightening grin, turning his eyes back towards the shores of Paradis.

From that minute, everything happened too fast. The boat arrived at the simple docks, right before the tall wall. While you, Marcel, Calvi, and other military personnel stayed on the deck, a couple of soldiers went below deck and brought the prisoners. Roughly thirty Eldians – men, women, and even two children not older than ten years old. You looked at Marcel with horror in your eyes, digging your nails into your palms, just to keep the growing feeling of rage under control.

There was nothing, you could do for them. Nothing. That is what you had to remember. You weren’t the same. No. You weren’t worthless like them. You were... you were a Warrior. And an honorary Marleyan.

You were... somebody.

„Why do we need to watch?“ you asked Marcel quietly after a couple of minutes, now both of you walking to the stairs leading up to the wall. The biggest surprise was, that the General walked right in front of you. His interest in this mass murder process seemed a little out of place. „I’ve had enough when Magath forced me to watch all of you get your Titan powers.“

Those days still seemed like out of the nightmare. Something about your closest friends becoming pure Titanst for a short while and eating the previous inheritor stuck with you even after all those years. It was a few days before the chief of the Warrior Unit called you into his office and gave you the red armband for the first time.

„Don’t think about it, we’ll be leaving soon.“

„Not soon enough.“

Marcel let you go before him, just to make sure the soldier behind your back won’t try anything. Even he seemed unnaturally nervous about this whole situation. Something wasn’t right, this surely wasn’t similar to your last mission. And it had nothing to do with the fact, that the moment you stepped onto the shore, a ton of memories came rushing back. You left barely a month ago, but in some aspects, it seemed as if you’ve seen this place more than a hundred years ago.

The screams, crying, and pleas of the other Eldians were the worst part. You wished to be deaf, so you wouldn’t have to hear their desperate calls for help that simply wasn’t coming. Not after they all were lined up on top of the wall and forced onto their knees with hands tied behind their backs. Every single person had a soldier behind their back with a familiar syringe in one hand.

You got the same one for this mission as well. And you were given the same orders as before – if there won’t be any other option, it has to be you, who brings back one of the Titans. Best if it's the Founding.

„So? What do you think, young Warriors?“ asked the General suddenly, swinging one of his arms around your shoulders. You saw Marcel wince, but there was nothing he could do. „Isn’t it a beautiful sight? Getting our beloved homeland rid of the filth?“ In some other reality, it could have been you. One of those young women, crying for their lives that are going to end soon. „Nobody likes a traitor. A filthy devil, that will stab you from behind the first time it gets.“

„What about those kids?“ you asked almost inaudibly, trying to stop your body from shaking.

You simply weren’t strong enough for watching something like this. Not, when just a month ago you were with the people killing Titans, who came to be this way. You knew from the very start. All of the Titans the Survey corps ever killed were once people like you. Like them. And they had no idea for so many years.

„They were born to the wrong parents. Simple as that,“ answered the General, his arm still around your shoulders. „Just like the two of you. However, you decided to give your life to our homeland and try to plead for the sins of your ancestors.“ Marcel carefully moved a few steps closer so you were within his hand’s reach. He gave you a tiny sad smile you weren't able to reciprocate. „What a shame, that even seemingly brave and devoted people like you can't succeed, right? I think it’s because of that damned devil's blood in your veins. You are never getting rid of that.“

„General...“

„Did you really think, that the Military court let you go without consequences, Y/l/n?“

With just one nod of his head, five soldiers, all at once, threw themselves at Marcel. You could hear yourself scream louder, than any of the other Eldians, when they simply knocked him unconscious and tied his hands behind his back, so he could not transform into the Jaw Titan.

„Marcel!“

„Not so fast, little Warrior,“ said the General, suddenly pressing the barrel of a handgun into the center of your back. The air got caught in your throat at once. „Your conversations with Commander Magath were carefully monitored. Without your or his consent, to be precise. I know exactly what you’ve said to him. About your mission, about Paradis, and so on.“

„All I’ve done was...“

„Failing your mission, disobeying the commands you were given, siding with the Island devils, and getting caught up in their illusions. All you’ve done was betray Marley despite our generosity to you and your family.“

„I’ve never betrayed my homeland, General. I swore to protect and serve Marley until the day I die, just like I swore to free all the Eldians from the sins and atrocities of our ancestors and the Island devils. I swore to bring down this island so the world doesn't have to fear it anymore.“

Tears were slowly making their way to your eyes.

That’s why everything looked and felt so off. This wasn’t any kind of rescue mission. You and Marcel weren’t going back behind the Walls for Annie. Your journey was ending right here. Amongst the other Eldians, who were watching and listening in horror.

If your and Marcel’s life didn’t matter anything, what could they expect? If the military could be so cruel to people, that gave them their everything, what chance did the ordinary people stand against them?

„We lost trust in you,“ he said after a short while, both of you looking at Marcel’s body on the ground just a few steps away. „And Galliard as well. He tried to be a master manipulator, who thought nothing could happen to him. He thought he could make a silly little puppet out of everyone, me included. Just like he did seven years ago when he got Braun the Armored Titan.“

„Marcel didn’t do anything wrong. All he wanted was to protect his brother.“

The General laughed and pushed you forward. The barrel of his gun was still painfully pressed deep into your skin. A young Eldian woman gasped when he made you stand beside her, before forcing you onto your knees, holding the gun up to your head.

You didn’t dare to look at her, or anybody else. All you saw was a huge piece of land covered in sand. Your heart was almost painfully slamming against your ribs, while your head filled with so many questions. But the most important of them all...

Did Commander Magath know about the true nature of this mission?

Was that the reason why he was so open with you this morning? He truly knew that you would not return and talk about any of what he told you. Talking with you about that matter was some sort of last goodbye. He even... he even made the promise to protect your mom and sister.

Anya... you did this all for her. So she could live a long and healthier life, which you also wanted to be a part of. You tried to give her everything while paying with your own life.

„Both of you are easily replaceable. The official reports about your deaths are already safely tucked away in my office in Marley, and waiting for the right moment,“ he laughed, scaring you and the people around even more. Only then you realized, that all the screaming and crying had stopped. Everyone was now looking at you, awaiting your faith. „Do you want to hear about your own death? The official one, of course.“

You couldn’t move a muscle. The crushing reality of his words came down on you with such power, that even crying was beyond your strength.

„I’ll be choosing one random person from these filthy bastards,“ he started explaining, waving his free hand in the direction of the Eldians kneeling beside you. „He or she will inherit the Jaw for a short while. A month, maybe? They will be locked up the entire time, their tongue cut off before officially returning to Marley and generously giving the Jaw to the next inheritor.“

„Marcel didn’t do anything wrong,“ you repeated quietly, so it was almost impossible to make out your words. It was like your own voice failed and left you.

„And now about you. Well... after getting attacked by a pure Titan, that killed Marcel and gained his powers, you captured that person, abandoned your mission, and tried to get back with them to the docks. But shortly before our military reached you, a random Titan killed you as well.“

„Nobody is going to believe that. Not our families.“

Of course, they are going to believe it. If they get the official reports, there will be no doubt. Not when the General will put on such a good show as now.

„I don’t even need them to believe,“ he laughed again, the arrogance in his tone making you even sicker. You wanted to rip his filthy tongue from his mouth with your bare hands.

You’ve thought about death many times. But it was never this way. Marley betraying you wasn’t what you expected. Or... maybe you did. The very same day the Military court let you go. It was all just for a show, just to pretend everything was okay. But at that same time, they were planning your execution, covering it up with a made-up new mission.

They never cared about you.

And they never cared about Marcel or Annie, or the other Warriors. They never saw you as people, only weapons, which can stop being useful at any given moment.

And that moment was now.

When you risked a brisk look at Marcel, you felt your whole self break into millions of tiny pieces. There were so many things you’d never told him. And why? Because you so stupidly thought you had time. Even if just a few years, but still.

And now it was too late.

There was no way of getting out of this situation alive. Not with him unconscious and a gun pointed at your head. Not with so many armed soldiers all around, while all of your weapons were left behind on the boat.

You wouldn't be able to save the person you loved the most even by spilling the blood of all people present. Somebody would eventually hunt you down. If not Marley, then the Titans. And if not them, the Survey corps or the other members of the Paradis military.

„Oh, and if you want to know, what’s going to happen to your family...“

„Please, just stop,“ you begged him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

„They won’t be cared for anymore. Your mother can watch your sister die slowly and painfully without the treatment she needs. And after that, we’ll send her to Paradis as well.“

„You monster!“ you yelled at him and spun around faster than he would have expected. The amused tone of his voice suddenly gave you enough power to rip the whole planet in half, just to protect the ones you loved the most.

But fighting blinded by anger was never a wise idea. And surely not against an experienced high-ranking military personnel, who needed just one good move to pacify you. General Calvi’s arm wrapped around your throat, while your back crashed against his chest.

„Don’t waste your strength, you’ll need it. The Walls are far away from here.“

„No... please... no... NO!“ you cried out when he took a syringe from one of the closest soldiers. Trying to free yourself from his hold was useless.

His cold, nasty cackles were the only things you could hear, while the needle penetrated your skin right on your neck. Digging your nails into his forearm, stepping on his feet, and shoving him into the abdomen and chest did nothing, he didn’t let you go. Not before the liquid in the syringe ended up inside of your body.

„Thank you for your service, Warrior.“

With those words, he tossed you away from him, throwing you off the wall. Your scream cut through the air, while your teary eyes tried to catch a glips of Marcel for one last time. But you failed. Suddenly, all you could feel was agonizing pain like never before. It was so brutal, that even landing in the sand far below wasn’t that bad.

Your eyes were fixed on the slightly pink sky and the setting sun, while your left hand grabbed the heart-shaped locket with the engraved letter M for the very last time. The photo Marcel put inside was of you and him as kids, the day before you got chosen to become an official Warrior candidate. On that day, the two of you were still just a couple of ordinary kids who loved to play together. You weren’t living the horror the next few years brought to you.

„I love you...“ you whispered through the tears, delusionally hoping that your words would somehow reach him, give him a goodbye kiss on his cheek where you so loved to press your lips and tell him everything, you weren’t able to. „Marcel...“

The coldness of the locket was the last thing you felt beside the pain, that ultimately disappeared, when everything went dark before your eyes and the person you once were, was lost forever.

All that remained was a primitive Titan without even a glimpse of the girl, your family, friends, and Marcel Galliard loved so deeply.

The end

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