#just gonna throw this one out into the wind and pray i can find it later

[thawthebeez]

thinking about the sk8 the infinity boys. boy. langa ..my fellow canadian brother. i have so many thoughts about him.

[merakiui]

crow & goat in courtship.

yandere!rollo flamme x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, dub-con, coercion, religious symbolism/imagery, mentions of pregnancy, implied breeding kink, obsession, alcohol/intoxication, slight codependency, non-consensual touching/groping, au in which you attend classes at nbc instead of nrc under rollo's supervision note - the crow is always on call.

i. “but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death” (james 1:14-15).

Rollo answers on the third ring.

He always does—claims it’s polite to answer after three chimes just as it’s right to knock thrice before entering a residence. He’s stubborn in his ways, a crow bound by routine, only ever doing things in threes. Habitual to a fault, strictly so. You are similar in that regard; you find solace in the familiarity of predictable patterns. The relief that stems from knowing what will come next—in being prepared for all manner of events even if you haven’t yet reached the first.

But then you also like fun, and the best sort of fun is often had with a disregard for habit. Disorder and spontaneity. Throwing all caution to the wind. Trusting in the arms of the crow who will catch you, the carefree goat, when you fall.

“Good evening,” he mutters into the phone, his voice sounding so close despite the distance between you and him. “It’s rather late. Is there a specific reason you’re calling?”

“Rollo! Hey! Hiii,” you drawl, grinning like a fool. You stagger through the door into the chilly, starless night, your heels slipping on cracked, frozen pavement. “Whoa!” You stumble against the railing with a carefree giggle. “Almost lost my footing!”

There’s a stalling silence on his end. And then, with a deep inhale, he asks evenly, “Have you gone out?”

“Mm. Yeah. Went out to celebrate with some friends.”

“Some friends?”

“Like one or two…or a whole house full of ’em.”

“(Name).”

“What?” When he doesn’t reply, you laugh. Not because it’s humorous or embarrassing, but to merely fill the silent gap. “What? Roro, you’re sho stern. Don’t lecture me!”

“So you’ve been drinking.”

“What?! No!” With an offended scoff, you shake your head even though he’s not here to witness it. “You know NBC’s no-booze rule. I’m not gonna get caught—won’t get caught.”

“You slurred your speech and called me ‘Roro’—both in the same sentence, mind you.”

“So what? Rollo, Roro. Tomato, potato.”

“It’s to-may-to, to-mah-to. And—” he exhales an exhausted breath— “Never mind. That’s besides the point. Why, pray tell, have you called me at midnight?”

“Why’re you up at midnight?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“Not fair! I asked first!”

“Not quite.” There’s a smile in his voice when he speaks next. “If I were to visit your room right now—knock on the door and wait there—would you let me in?”

“Yeaaah,” you start to say, only to catch yourself halfway in the trap. “No!”

“No?”

“No…thank you. No visitors tonight. S’late and I gotta study for tomorrow’s exam.”

“And a party will somehow aid in that endeavor? (Name), you do realize you’ve spun one too many lies and now you’re woefully entangled.”

“Less poetry and more picking me up.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.”  

“Rollo, please be nice,” you whine, your lips twisting into a pout. “S’cold and I didn’t bring a jacket and I’m kinda-maybe-sorta a little…”

“A little…?” he encourages, and you can just envision that self-satisfied smirk of his.

“A little-drunk-but-also-not-really-drunk-but-also-totally-drunk,” you hastily admit in a string of syllables. Snowfall swirls around you, and you grasp the bannister to prevent yourself from falling over. “Oh, it’s snowing.”

“I can see perfectly clear from my window. Beautiful, is it not?”

“So stop being an obtuse dick and come get me before I freeze!”

“Should that come to pass, you may just rival the Righteous Judge at the entrance. I’ll be sure to polish you every month.”

“I’m gonna kill you. I’m gonna poison your coffee and watch you drink it, and then we’ll see who’s stiffer than a statue. It’ll be you—in death, y’know!”

“Will you now?”

“If you don’t pick me up, yeah!”

There’s the distinct sound of shuffling. You hear crisp pages turning and then a book closing before the rustling of fabrics invades your keen ears. You picture your responsible friend pacing around his room as he dresses himself for the weather.

“Very well,” he says after a moment, ever the composed gentleman. “Send me the address.”

“You’re the best. Love you lots. Thank you! Thank you!” You press your lips together to mimic obnoxious kissing sounds, which elicits a huff of amusement from him. “It’s not a far walk. Promise.”

“Stay on the phone with me. I’ll be there shortly. And don’t go anywhere.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“You do realize sneaking out is against the rules, yes?”

“Aaand here comes the lecture. Gimme a break. Can’t a girl celebrate her birthday in peace?”

You drag your hand over your mouth and wipe sticky wine residue away. In the process, you smear black lipstick. Dark like night, like a crow’s inky feathers, it leaves your once-flawless appearance in disarray.

“There are much better ways to celebrate. Did I not say I’d take you into town this weekend and we could celebrate then?”

“That’s so far from now.”

“It’s three days away, (Name).”

“Still too far.”

“Don’t expect me to provide cover if you get caught.”

“And you can just leave campus whenever you please?”

“This is different.”

“Yeah?” You giggle into the speaker, warm and fuzzy and endlessly entertained. It’s enough of a distraction to keep winter from seeping into your marrow. “How so?”

“This is official Student Council business.”

“Really?” you ask with an impressed whistle. 

“Indeed. On account of my being President, it’s only natural I punish students who conduct themselves poorly. Shall we review your list of infractions and decide on a suitable penalty together?”

“I’d rather we not.”

“Oh, but I insist. Perhaps our discussion and the cold will sober you and teach you a valuable lesson about integrity.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you lower onto the step to await his arrival. The icy stone digs harshly into your rear, which is hardly covered by your too-short dress. It’s definitely not fingertip length or weather-appropriate. You shiver and stuff your hand into the pocket of your cropped sweater. You should take shelter inside, where it’s plenty cozy and inviting, but your inflated pride disagrees. Retreating to the warmth after you’ve already bid farewell would be foolish. At least, that’s what the alcohol in your system is telling you.

So the goat endures the cold, for it knows that that is all that awaits it as the crow closes in.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m an academic criminal. Get on with it, President Flamme.”

“Let’s see. You’ve disobeyed campus curfew, snuck out on a school night, attended a party when your grades could use improvement, neglected your studies, drank carelessly, called the one person who can and will punish you for this and the aforementioned…”

The sound of crunching snow pierces the air then, and you look up in time to see Rollo approaching. He’s dressed in a long woolen overcoat with a scarf twined around his throat and a hat pulled down over his ears. He smirks at you from where he stands on the pavement, cutting the call and sliding his phone into his pocket. Tilting his head at you, he pulls another coat from under his arm and offers it to you.

“And you’re dressed for your death.”

“Okay, that one’s personal.”

Rolling your eyes, you rise on unsteady legs. He meets you at the stairs, climbing two of them to help you into the coat. It’s an embrace more welcoming than that of a lover’s, so soft and comfortable that it immediately rejuvenates your weary skeleton. It smells like Rollo, too—like coffee and weathered pages in an old book. You hum your approval, snuggling into the fluffy fabric. He’s plopping his hat on your head next, tugging it so far down that you almost slip on the slick stoop. Like he always has, ever since he first met you, he catches you. 

“Hello to you, too.”

You blink back at him. “Yeah, thanks. I owe you.”

“Let me see your hands.”

He takes them in his, runs his thumbs over the tops, and then procures mittens from his pockets. You watch him slide both over your hands, rubbing them together briefly to generate heat at a faster rate. Your body sways, gaze unfocused. He’s just about to unwind his scarf from his shoulders when you reach out to stop him.

“I’m good. This is enough.”

“You’ll catch your death—”

“And you won’t in just a coat and scarf? At least let me give you your hat back.”

He shakes his head, holding his hand up in objection. “You’ve been out in this weather longer. It’s only fair. But, really, did you have to wait out here? Couldn’t you have gone inside?”

“My pride’s on the line.”

Rollo’s unamused stare cuts through you. “You won’t have much pride left if you’re encased in ice.”

“Then we’d best get moving. Campus awaits!”

You wrap your arm around him, clinging out of instinct. Rollo peers at the proximity, his lips upturned in a covert half-smile, and his arm snakes slowly around your waist in return. You don’t notice this, for you’re too busy dragging your feet through the snow while he acts as a helpful crutch, stable in a way you just aren’t. Not right now, at least.

But then the goat is never stable enough to survive the inevitable—the swift, sacrificial blade that befalls and beheads, leaving gory spatters to run red and visceral in the wake of the end.

You’ve never known, and you never will. How could you when he’s been nothing but cordial? A clean slate. Admirable guidance. A helpful friend. Your only friend.

The crow descends in three knocks. He lets himself in regardless of whether you wish to have him as a guest. He is unwanted and feared, the very foundation of death and destruction, and he has set his beady eyes on you—the goat.

It’s common knowledge that you cannot pray away the crow. He persists, as always, quiet even when his wings beat against his sleek, feathered body like the loudest war drums. And the caw—the dreadful caw! It’s a most disturbing cry, one that pierces through the dark like jarring slivers of light in shadow. Or a butcher’s blade through flesh, sawing through sinew to get to brilliant bone beneath. The hoarse call of Death’s crows—they circle in a murder, swooping down to meet you as harbingers of malevolence.

Rollo has always strived to lead a virtuous existence defined by a rigidly righteous moral compass. In the gloomy pits of misery and hatred, where he festers in a bundle of tar-colored feathers, he does not hope for sunshine. He no longer knows the uplifting ebullience of life’s greatest miracles. Because there is no miracle in death or tragedy. Because there is no happiness to be found in a doomed hand, every card showcasing Death and its many forms. Not for him. Never for him.

But then, amidst the despair and despondency, each all-consuming, a goat fell into his lap.

A divine offering to the crow, who is so far from divinity himself, can only mean one thing. It is neither conciliatory nor a reward.

It is a sacrifice.

But then the City of Flowers adores its goats—reveres them for all that they are. Goats are cherished, not sacrificed. But to drag a nameless, magicless goat from the grounds of its far-off, inconceivable pasture—is that not the cruelest form of sacrifice? To drop this goat into the equitable embrace of the crow—is that not the sweetest gift? Generous yet unfair. Plucked right from the folds of another heaven.

The mortal coil can be callous, which is precisely why the crow is permitted to exist in impartiality. Death does not care for who you were in life and who you will be in the next, and the crow only ever oversees finales. Never beginnings. Much like a deity does not care for what good you can do if you do not first adore them in copious adequacy.

The crow carries with him a most fearsome knell—the chime of judgment, to be delivered right on time like an execution staged for noon.

All throughout life, you can plan for the crow and all that he shall deliver, and still you will never be fully prepared to greet him. He brings misfortune bundled in baskets woven from the bones of sacrifices past. In holy scripture, it is the goat who is punished most often—who is slaughtered at the altar, who is arranged as peace to quell the torrential fury of the deity, who is made to suffer at the hands of those hoping to avoid damnation or godly wrath, who is meant to shoulder the blame when no one else wants to. Favors have been bought with the blood of the goat, its head nestled amidst verdant grasses, pure forevermore even when it is dyed carmine. It appeases and pleases.

So it’s just—religiously so—that the crow takes the goat for himself, strips it bare, and proves to the prying eyes in heaven that the greatest sin is more than lustful temptation.

For the crow—for Rollo—the heaviest sin, a vile, cursed burden from his very first breath—it is existence itself.

And only the blood of a pure goat can wash away such filth—can cleanse what has been rotting within. The goat can make a garden out of the crow—bring life and love to its barren insides regardless of however fleeting its presence may be. It is within this garden—within the softest, fertile soil—where the crow shall sow the most special seeds.

You cross the bridge with Rollo, your laughter filling the cloudy sky as you recall all manner of amusing stories from the past few hours. Drinking games paired with drunken gossip. Delicious wines and snacks. A party with an energy so lively it could rival the city’s annual festivals. Even though he doesn’t seem outwardly pleased to hear any of it, he listens well and occasionally stops to steady you before you can topple over the railing into the water below. Your heels clack against smooth, frosted stone, and the wind whips at your face, each snowflake biting and vicious. Noble Bell’s vast campus waits just beyond the wrought iron gate, standing proud and backdropped by the night.

“You think anyone’s up?” you ask, curling your fingers into his arm as he guides you through.

Rollo eases the gate shut. “They might if they hear you. It would be best to keep quiet.”

You pantomime zipping your lips and discarding a nonexistent key. He quirks a small smile at that and then hurries you along. Nights are always peaceful at Noble Bell. The halls are desolate and quiet, devoid of all signs of student life. Your and Rollo’s shoes click in unison as you walk through the hall and past the courtyard. You gaze at the arched openings, counting each one as they become fainter with the growing distance.

Your breath materializes in front of you when you sigh. “I’m so sleepy. I wanna go to bed for a thousand years.”

“You’ll miss your exam if you do that,” he chides, tutting. “And every other exam that will follow.”

“That’s the point!” Your voice bounces off the walls, returning to you in a reverberating echo. Cringing under Rollo’s disapproving glower, you speak softer. “Oops. Sorry.”

“Just how much have you had to drink? You can hardly walk straight without leaning on me for support.” He narrows his eyes, his lecherous gaze crawling down to your bare legs. “Not that I mind…”

His words don’t reach you, for they’re swallowed in a howling gale as it sweeps across the courtyard. You spy the dormitories then, each one looking more like gingerbread covered in confectioners’ sugar instead of buildings dusted with snow. Your eyelids droop while you cross the distance to reach your designated building, your every movement feeling slower than molten molasses, and by the time you’re actually inside the dorm—Rollo’s shushed you more than once—you’re yearning for the warmth of your bed.

So it’s bewildering when, rather than your own room, you stop at Rollo’s instead.

He opens the door and steps inside with you in tow. You keep your mouth shut, too tipsy to think coherently. After he clicks the lamp on, which leaves the room awash in soft shades of amber, he shrugs his coat off, draping it over a nearby chair. You drag yourself over to his bed and flop down, squeezing your eyes shut to block out both the light and your spinning surroundings. Rollo doesn’t say anything, but you hear him shuffling about his room, crossing to close and lock the door before walking back towards you. The mattress dips under his weight, and you feel nimble fingers working to undo the buttons on your coat.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” you ask, cracking your eyes open just as he’s pulling the coat from your person.

Rollo folds it neatly and sets it aside. “You’re practically melting into my bed already. It would be quite the undertaking to make the walk back to your room at this hour.”

“So considerate,” you tease, grinning up at him. Sleep stretches your expression into something dazed, and you yawn loudly. “Then I’m gonna sleep here. Wake me up before class.”

You almost drift off, but those frigid fingers are moving to tug you out of your sweater next. They crawl across your bare shoulders like a spider on a web.

“You really are something,” he marvels, glancing at your body sprawled beneath him. “To brave the cold in such thin material…”

“Stupid choice. I know.”

“It appears we’re in agreement.”

“Shut up,” you snap back with a weak laugh. “You’re no better, showing up so cozy and then giving everything to me.”

Rollo memorizes the way the form-fitting dress hugs your figure. He inhales a shaky breath and brings his hands back to his sides. Your chest is right here. So close. So frustratingly close.

He can’t indulge. He really shouldn’t. It’s unbecoming to show such unfair favorability when he’s meant to remain impartial. Death should not lust for the beauty of life because it only knows endings—or the beginnings of ghostly eternity. The crow should not allow himself to be swept up in tumultuous temptation.

And the goat is the only friend he’s known—the only one who understands the crow, if only by a few meager slivers. But someday the goat will know.

Rollo swallows his inhibitions, beating his urges away with a stick. He’s not one for rash decisions; he’s meticulous and thoughtful. He would never take such a risk—would never nosedive into a crude confession. He’s plotted it in his diary, but it’s never come to fruition. He restrains himself because he must. Because it’s the polite and proper thing to do when caught up in courtship. Because if he opens his torso and allows you to poke around inside, you’ll find that he is not the friend you’ve known for all these months.

He is a fiend, devilishly so, wearing the hide of a goat to put the real one at ease.

Warring with rationality, he slides away from you and intends to recover at his desk. He’ll scrawl all of the things he wishes to do to you in there and that will be enough. That will help clear his head of the intoxicating fog that settles whenever he’s with you in private. But then he’s reaching to untie the canopy draped over his bed, each corner undone within seconds. The sheer curtains fall in thin layers, confining the both of you to this island in the middle of a barren sea. It’s darker in here, dimly lit by the faint glow of the lamp outside.

You blink up at him, owlish.

“You…” He stops himself, shakes his head, and turns away. Hastily, he fishes his handkerchief from his pocket. With this enclosed propinquity, he can smell your perfume. It’s spiced and flowery—alluring and adorable all at once—and it assaults both his nose and mind. “You should sleep. It’s late.”

This is for the best. The crow is only meant to look after the goat, remain unaffected even in the face of lustful, fateful sacrifice.

But you’re here. You’re splayed like a spill, perfectly imperfect, and your shoulders are a canvas coveting kisses. He clutches his handkerchief in a white-knuckled fist.

“Mm, okay. Night…”

“Yes… Yes, good night,” he mumbles, lowering his handkerchief. He swallows thickly.

This is for the best.

But even though he thinks this, his arm is stretching out. Closer. Closer. So close, until his hand is hovering just above your chest. He’s so close.

When will he ever have another chance as fortuitous as this?

His hand closes around your breast and he squeezes it experimentally. It’s soft when his fingers dig in gently, depressing with the pressure of his digits. Rollo’s green hues flick to your face. Your eyes are shut, and soft snores slip from your parted lips. He glimpses your chest again and, with the utmost care, slides your dress down to free your breasts. They’re mostly bare, save for the heart-shaped pasties covering your nipples. Rollo heaves a disbelieving sigh.

“Promiscuous,” he mutters, plucking the edge of the first adhesive and peeling it away to reveal the perky nipple beneath. You look so soft, so clean, so pure… What was he even worried about? No one’s had you before. He’s sure of it.

He’s about to remove the other heart when your voice freezes him.

“What…are you doing?”

He holds your gaze. It’s tense for a moment, unspoken accusations brewing between the both of you.

“A massage,” he blurts, but there isn’t a hint of haste in his tone. He suspected this outcome when he chose to traverse the line of right and wrong—and ultimately sided with the former. Because to him it’s right, even if it’s wrong. He knows what will soon follow: disgust and detestation.

Instead, you giggle. It’s sleepy and silly-sounding, but it’s also light and lively.

You catch his hand in yours and drag it back to your chest. “If you wanted to touch, just ask,” you murmur, your words slurring. “Nothin’ wrong with it.”

You’re not just perfect and pure. You’re everything.

Yes, it’s the alcohol blurring your brain and the intimacy of being trapped in a quiet, comfortable space such as this one that allows you to desire him. Would it be the same if you were sober? He can’t quite say, but he doesn’t wish to know. This is enough. This is paradise.

He kneads slow, steady motions into your breast, and you watch from where you’re lying on the bed. His other hand slithers between your legs to search for your clothed clit. Your breath hitches just as his fingers brush it, and he presses in, rubbing with his index. Your arm falls over your face, and your chest rises with every breath.

“How does it feel?” he asks, rolling your nipple between chilly digits.

“Not enough,” you bemoan, curling your fingers into a fist. “S’not enough…”

“How fascinating. I suppose cheap wine truly does turn you into a pute.”

“No… Was definitely expensive. The fancy kind.”

“Was it now?” He circles your clit, predatory and shark-like, his eyes alight with glee. “You say that, but look at the state it’s left you in. Utterly disheveled.”

“That’s because of—” you gasp, your voice rising in pitch— “because of you…”

His heart hammers in his chest, a resounding, pounding melody.

The City of Flowers treasures its goats, and the crow loves his fiercely even though he shouldn’t.

“Did you enjoy drinking yourself foolish and indulging in debauchery?” His fingers dance along your inner thigh, hooking around the hem of your underwear. “Was it a fun celebration?”

You lower your arm to glare halfheartedly at him. “Someone sounds jealous.”

“More so disappointed, mon chou chou,” he coos, sugary, sickeningly sweet. “Someone could have taken advantage of you. Someone could have tainted you with magic.” His lip curls up into a nasty sneer. It lingers for a moment before fading into something calm. He gazes at you, oddly tender. “That didn’t happen, though, yes?”

You shake your head and flinch when he drags your panties down. Dewy strings of your slick come away with it, and you shudder at your newfound nudity. He hums approvingly and drags his finger through the wet patch staining your panties. Driven by libertine compulsion, he stretches viscous strands of your essence between two fingers.

Your eyes find his deceitful greens once more. Silence sparks between the both of you, quickly broken by your exhalation. Rollo kneels before you, taking in the sight of you as your face wavers through the stages of consideration. Upon arriving at your conclusion, you sit up slightly and shuck your dress over your head. And then you’re lying back, shaking your panties from off your ankle, and wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him in closer. 

You grin, coquettish. “Why not search for yourself if you’re so worried, Mr. Student Council President?”

There’s no turning back. Not that he ever would. Not when the goat’s given him the signal. The blade doesn’t fall, but he does.

And this is better than dreams and erotica. This is real.

He surges forward to fit his lips against yours. Sloppy and inexperienced, he molds himself to your body. You tug him against you, your hands working to undress him. Clothes and shoes are cast aside between open-mouthed kisses, torn off half-buttoned and ripped away from soles. You breathe him in, gasping into his mouth. Translucent strings of saliva connect your mouths when you part, soon broken when you lean in for a chaste peck.

“You’re okay,” he says, the words practically bleeding onto your own tongue with how close he is. “Still as pure as the day I first met you.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“The best thing.”

His third and fourth fingers prod at the depths of your pussy, pressing inwards. Shallow at first. He watches your face unblinkingly, burning every pleasured contortion into his brain, and slides his thumb along your clit. Your breathing staggers, coming in quick huffs, and you grab at the bedsheets to steady yourself. Rollo works you open on those fingers, curling and scissoring in equal measure. The slick squelches join in the salacious symphony you’re currently producing. Every sigh and groan come together in perfect harmony. You’re a heavenly harp, and he’s plucking your strings like an expert musician.

“Tonight is unforgivable,” he adds, and you blink through blissful tears to view him. “Folly is the worst distraction.”

“Then be stupid with me,” you joke, running your hands over his shoulders. He’s so cold. “Warm yourself with me.”

And he will because he’s always wanted to. He’s desired it. Craved it. Coveted it. Thought of nothing else for days and days, each delusion so cyclical it often felt tangible.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, sliding his other hand up your hip and towards your rib. He traces the path of where it lies beneath layers of flesh before pressing down to feel it. “So beautiful…”

Your hand glides into his, fingers twining like silken thread around a spool. A lopsided smile lifts your lips, and you preen under him. “Yeah? Am I really?”

“I wouldn’t lie about the obvious…” Your walls hug his fingers tighter then, and a shiver electrifies your nerves. He hums again, quite pleased. “Oh, did you like that?”

“I did. Very much.”

Lashes fluttering against your cheekbones, your head thrown back in ecstasy ever-mounting, you render him ensorcelled. Like a prized Renaissance nude, a goat laid to sacrifice in the crow’s nest, you are beatific. Divinely so.

“Allow me to reiterate then.” He hastens his pace, pumping his fingers relentlessly. You tamp down a shameless moan. “You’re exquisitely beddable. A work of art. Enchanting. Une belle femme.”

You’re nearing the edge—very gradually, but not quite—and so it’s devastating when he slips his fingers out, each one thoroughly coated in you. They shimmer in the dim light, reminding you of where they had previously been.

“Put it back in,” you beg with wide, glossy eyes. “C’mon… Please don’t stop now. Was so close. So close and—”

Your complaints are curbed when you follow his hand as it moves to wrap around his half-hard cock. He strokes himself thrice, using your slick as lube, until his cock is curving up against his stomach. You stare at him; he stares right back.

And then you realize he intends to go all the way.

“Wait, Rol…lo… S’not my safe day,” you say, shifting away. Whether impatiently or anxiously, he can’t tell, but he can certainly guess. Your world spins once, a dizzying blur, before it promptly clears. In the very center of your vision, as he’s always been, Rollo remains. “S’not safe…”

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with levity. “I know.”

He’s kept track, dutiful like always.

You attempt to crawl out from under him, but he stops you. Your stomach churns.

“I’ll pull out in time,” he promises, rubbing soothing circles into your plush hips.

Even with the alcohol still buzzing through your system, you aren’t convinced. “N-No, really, we should stop here…”

“You’ll feel so good. Come now, aren’t we nearly there already?”

Rollo lifts your legs onto his shoulders. You squirm with more determination this time, but his fingers dig into your thighs. With a startled squeak, you sink into the mattress, cowed into submission.

“We… We can’t.”

“Why not?” The smooth, soft head of his cock prods curiously at your pussy.

You chew your lip, admitting in a meek tone, “I… I could get p-pregnant…”

“Pregnant,” he parrots, tasting the word as if it’s a delicacy he has yet to sample. His cock twitches. “Pregnant…”

“So… So that’s why…”

“Do you not want children?”

“I… Well… Now is kinda…”

He presses onwards, sinking in slowly. Your breath hitches; your heart stumbles. The intrusion is not entirely unwanted, for your slick, snug walls cling to his shape, and you almost give in to bodily inclination. But it doesn’t feel right. You’re scared. No matter how naturally your body reacts, you don’t want this.

“Rollo, wait—”

“It would be a wonderful thing—to see you rounded with my children.” Rollo props himself on either side of you, his body pinned to yours in sinful, sweaty connection. He exhales a deep breath, restraining himself as he pushes deeper. Patience is a virtue, after all. Your expression tightens with discomfort, and so he peppers your face with placatory kisses. “To see you grow in and—mmh—out of the most flattering maternity wear. To behold every change that blesses this beautiful body of yours… To see you swell with my love, filthy as it may be. Ah, but pregnancy is just as messy… Nevertheless, it shall be a special bond for us—a sacred vow, if you will. We are connected here—” he punctuates this point by slotting the rest of his length inside, and your legs involuntarily close around him to keep him there— “and soon here when life develops within.”

One hand splays across your stomach to pat it with fondness. You choke on your helpless whimper when he rocks his hips once, experimenting with the movement. It’s awkward, but it reminds you that he’s inside. So close to your womb that in just a few more thrusts he might—

“No… No, please… Rollo, you have to—oh—have to pull out. Please pull out. Don’t wanna get pregnant…”

“Oh, but you would be so beautiful.” He breathes you in, savoring sex and floral fragrance. “If I’m allowed one miracle—just one for all the anguish I’ve endured—let it be this.”

You know not of what anguish he speaks, for he’s never verbalized it, but even so it can’t possibly be so agonizing that it would warrant such invasion.

The vise-like hold your velvety walls have on his cock is deliciously addictive. He groans while he ruts into you, his eyelids fluttering. He could be animalistic and cruel in his movements—ravish you as if the world is faced with annihilation and this is his final hour—but instead he settles for exploratory leisure. His hand fits into yours and he squeezes it gently. A feeble protest builds in your throat and so he swallows it with a hungry kiss, his mouth molding against yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders when he draws back and slides in again, filling you deeper than before. You breathe between kisses, panting and licking into his mouth in even intervals. He does much the same, anchored to you in a way that is both temporary and yet so permanent.

The world narrows down to this single sliver of space, enclosed in a canopy. And in it, laid bare and fertile, the goat is sacrificed to the crow. Death cannot reach either one here. There is only the promise of new life, thrust upon the goat all at once.

You don’t have the willpower to object, for you’ve already found yourself entrapped, so instead you cry. Tears track down your cheeks; your mascara runs with it. Ruined. So, too, is your pitch-black lipstick, smeared along the edges of your lips and printed onto Rollo’s porcelain skin.

Rollo’s hips stutter to a halt and he holds you against him when he spills thick and hot inside. Nothing is wasted; it’s all emptied deep within. If you’re lucky, it won’t take. But if some mischievous fertility goddess has cursed you, you’ll wake nauseous in the coming weeks.

If you have anything worth praying for, it’s the former.

The both of you are panting in the aftermath, but only one is coming down from his glorious high. You remain unsatisfied, your peak not yet breached. Rollo rolls his hips once more for good measure before easing out. You crumple into the wrinkled sheets, frigid and still as a statue. Carved empty and hollow, yet stuffed with sin.

The crow has come. Though this time the gift of tragedy is something between boon and curse.

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The curtains are drawn to let in sunlight. It filters in through frosted glass, each pane stamped with snow, and it blinds you the moment you try to open your eyes. You twist and turn in bed, feeling heavy with hangover. A splitting ache cracks your head in half, and you groan loudly.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you hiss, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. “This sucks…”

You force yourself to wake after two more minutes of rolling around. Groaning once more, you sit up in bed. The canopy has been tied back in place, and when you glance sidelong at Rollo’s desk you notice something. A glass of water and a plate are waiting for you, seeming more enticing by the second. You throw the covers off, realize you’re nude seconds later, and promptly snatch them back. They’re wrapped around you like a comforting cloak. You stagger out of bed to check the contents. Two croissants, a single orange, a dollop of strawberry marmalade, and two tablets are arranged on the plate.

Hangover medicine, you realize, lifting one up to scrutinize it.

You peer around the room. It’s empty. And then you see the clock. It’s a little past noon.

“Oh,” you mumble, lowering into the chair. You clutch the blanket closer. “Rollo must be in class.”

Amidst the piercing migraine, which you quickly resolve by throwing your head back to swallow both tablets in a single gulp of water, two things occur to you. You’re in Rollo’s room. Naked. In Rollo’s room. Surely you must have spent the night after you returned from the party. Why are you naked?

But more importantly…

“Shit! My exam!” The excitement doesn’t help your current state, and you slouch in your seat, even more exhausted than before. “I completely missed it… Rollo’s gonna kill me.”

You scrub the sleep from your eyes and reach for a croissant, content with giving up. You don’t want to endure the walk of shame from Rollo’s room to yours. If anyone were to catch you, they’d certainly be left wondering.

As you nibble on the croissant, admiring the way Rollo’s arranged the contents of his room, you spot the edge of something beneath the plate. Perplexed, you push it aside to reveal a note. Penned in Rollo’s effortlessly pretty script, it reads:

I’ll forgive your transgression just this once if you’ll forgive mine. For now, get some rest. I’ve left breakfast here. Stay for however long you’d like.

You scowl at his attempt of ‘breakfast,’ and your stomach rumbles in dissatisfaction.

“Right?” you say to your stomach, clicking your tongue. “If anything, this is hardly a snack.”

But you’re grateful for his efforts. He cares. He always has. From the very first day you found yourself in this world, he cared.

While you peel the orange, pondering foggy recollections of last night, you begin to realize just how sticky you feel. As if someone’s slobbered all over you and left it to dry. The feeling persists between your thighs.

You pause momentarily, overcome with an uncanny sense of panic as you piece the puzzle together. The still-forming picture does not look good.

“Shit…” you whisper, haunted with a fragmented timeline. “What the hell did we do last night?”

You know. The deep, dark part of your brain knows, but you don’t want to confront it. Because Rollo wouldn’t, right? He couldn’t. He’s always done what’s best for you, so he wouldn’t.

Right?

[sibsteria]

Where is my mind?

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader, abuse mention, minimally awkward virginity loss

Summary: mcr high school!au (appearances from fall out boy, later), Gee is your best friend and you are into Mikey. One faithful night, things come to a head and you make a choice, will you regret it? Does Mikey have feelings for you? Maybe a love triangle is to come…..

(this will be a multiple part series, i have really been missing the good old wattpad band fics lately, so this is imo a glorified reprisal of those days)

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Sitting outside of the principle’s office after school, waiting for Frank, is not how you wanted your Thursday afternoon to go. He just had to throw that chair at Bob- I mean, the kid deserved it but, you had places to be.

You heard the door click as he walked out to the hallway where you were, 99% of people had already left to go home after school, his shoes echoed the halls as he walked out of the office.

''Hey, Y/n...'' His hand finds the scruff of his neck, he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

''I-...I'm not even gonna say anything. Come on, the others are waiting in the van.'' You chuckle and scruff up his hair and flicking him in the nose before legging it down to the exit.

''Hey!'' He screams after you, trying to catch up.

The van door is open as Ray sits in the driver's seat, Gerard next to him and Mikey is in the back. The van itself usually smelt like a mixture of weed, gummy worms, god awful body spray, alcohol and a strong slight tinge of BO. It belonged to Gerard, but Ray was borrowing it this weekend having just become a certified driver.

You scream as Frank nearly catches up, ''Mikey, move!'', you dive into the van and shuffle to hide behind Mikey as Frank jumps in after you.

''Aren't you brave.'' Frank says to Mikey and smirks.

''Okay, enough now, I just got my license and I don't need you and your stupid self to get that taken from me.'' Ray rolls his eyes, this is the first time he has driven us, it's usually Gee.

You sneak a glance at Mikey, his head leaning against the wall, trying to drown out Frank's boisterous noise. He glances over at you, his eyes widen a small amount as he catches you, you swallow and dart your eyes somewhere else. A heat of embarrassment cups your cheeks and you just pray you aren’t that red in the face.

Mikey smiles a little, before turning back to look out the window.

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Friday morning you decide to once again, as usual, to get a ride to school from the boys.

You stifle a cry as you look in the mirror, there is no hiding it today.

You never let them see you cry, it’s not the perception of yourself that you like them seeing.

You’re supposed to be the tough and rough one, the edge, where cares don’t exist when you are around. What a load of-

You can hear the creak from his bedroom floor from the downstairs bathroom, that’s enough pity party for today, you gotta get out of here.

Waiting in your front yard, you bring your cigarette up to your lips shakily, placing it between them and letting them wrap around the end, you take a firm pull.

As it the smoke escapes you- stinging your eyes a little as the wind blows it back, you withdraw the cig from your mouth, the tip of it stained a burgundy from your lips. Mornings like this are serene as the water from the gutter babbles and trickles from the roof onto the porch. The neighbourhood is silent at this hour, just the homeless and school kids awake- by now they would already be at school- your group were always late.

Your next door neighbours and coincidental friends Gerard and Mikey are your saving graces, the latter watches as you smoke your shitty morning away with a moment of peace. They both hear it at night and in the morning, and whenever you are in your house, really. Even though you acted solid, they can tell just how much you are breaking each day.

You didn't know Mikey had been watching you as you brush at your nose and eyes, pushing away the sadness, messy eyeliner being your typical look on any normal day, it never starts out fucked up but it always ends that way- sometimes before you even left your house.

The air was brisk, you had forgotten your jacket inside but there was no way you were going back in. Goosebumps appeared on your arms, you torn tank top not doing any justice to the cold, rubbing your knees together as you pull down your denim shorts- your tights ripped- although that was a fashion choice. You rolled your feet around in your dirt ridden, worn out boots, trying to capture some warmth. You dug around in your fabric messenger bag, trying to find the fishnet layer you new you had in there, to go over your tank. Your hand rummaged inside- your lipstick, cigarettes, matches, hair tie, purse, ID, eyeliner pencil and half a bottle of vodka banging against each other as you struggle to find it. You did find a banana clip though, a couple of scratches in the plastic- basically brand new in Jersey- you hold your cig in your mouth as you clip your hair back. The unwashed knotty hair was not a cool look, you make sure your fringe swoops over your tender eye, a hair poking you in it, making you wince a little.

You didn't hear Mikey hop over the fence.

''Wanna wear mine?'' Hs jacket was already off, presented to you as his slight smile covers his face. He had on a long sleeve top with a graphic tee over it.

''Oh, Mikes, I couldn't do that- you'll freeze.'' You frown at him.

''Nah, it's okay, you need it more than me.'' The encounter is awkward yet sweet. ''Seriously, I won't let you say no.'' He titters out a small laugh.

You give into the generosity, shrugging on his oversized hoodie, it smells exactly like him- drowned in cologne, the air freshener of the Way house, and of course- his own scent. He was always a little stinky, but ever since you got to know him- he started to smell better and better, introducing himself to showers. You doubted it had anything to do with you, though.

You internally beamed at this, you can smell him whenever you wanted now, until you eventually give it back. Maybe he won’t notice it go missing?

''Thanks...'' You blush and smile, your feet moving against the gravel and rocks on the ground.

“Honestly, it’s no problem…” His sentence trails off as you hair uncovers a bruise on your eye, “He…he hit you again?” Mikey whispered, thoroughly angry, his face dropping, he was sure the silence meant good things this morning.

“Yeah, but-“

“-no, no buts. You’re staying with us, tonight, at least. Just wait until Gee hears about this.” You and Gerard had been friends for longer than you had known Mikey.

“Till I hear about what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rather, my angel.

“Take a look at this.” Mikey tugs on your arm pulling you over to their front lawn instead of yours, getting out out of the view of your front window.

Gee pulls your hair back gently, the black eye revealing itself.

“Fuck.” Gerard breaths in through his teeth, tongue pushed to the roof of his mouth.

Your lips start to tremble as you pull Mikey’s jacket closer around you. You could always act unbothered by it all until Gee looked you in the eyes.

“Oh, little miss, you can’t go back there tonight. Give him time to cool off. Someday we’ll move out o’ here, once the band takes off, I promise i’ll take care of you.”

“We’ll. All of us. Take care of you.” Mikey mumbles, putting his hand on your arm, giving it a rub. Gee picks up your limp hand, rubbing a comfort over your knuckles, in an attempt to soothe you.

You swallow thickly, the taste of tobacco and stale soda from this morning swimming in your mouth.

“Don’t let Frankie know until we are off the estate, we can’t have another broken window, he already doesn’t pay for heating.”

The brothers chuckle a little, angst still present in the atmosphere.

“Probably for the best.”

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You wait with the two until Ray and Frank pull up in the van, you take care in hiding your face from Frank as you climb inside, sitting in-between the Ways.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you finally put your guard down and let Frank see your face, Gee rubbing your arm as you do so in comfort.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m gonna- gonna run him over, I really am- Ray! Start the van!” Frank is heaving, raving, screaming.

“Frankie, stop. He’ll just make it worse later.” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, you’re not going back there tonight, I already called mom.” Gerard says, Mikey nods.

“I told her, she’s coming with us after school, and for the whole weekend now that I’m thinking about it.” Mikey recalls.

“You’re right. I just can’t- can’t believe it! Well, I can- but-“ You cut Frank off.

“It’s okay, i’m alive.” You shrug.

“Yeah, for now. Gotta smoke?” Frank huffs.

“Sure.” You giggle.

You and Frank lean on the side of the van across from the others, blowing your smoke into the air, and sometimes in each others faces to piss you both off. No one wants pure burnt tobacco in their face if it isn’t spiked with something more.

The bell rings, you quickly dab out your cig butts and all start running inside, taking a quick swig of your vodka bottle before you start the day.

“You better share that later.” Frank narrows his eyes at you as you reach it to class, late for homeroom anyways.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t?”

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You got maybe about an hour of sleep last night? So falling asleep by your second class of the day was forseen, the smell of Mikey’s jacket helping to lull you off. You were sure to get detention for this, hey, at least you know you will be seeing Frank after school instead of waiting like yesterday. Ray sits next to you in mathematics, you aren’t sure why he isn’t in a smarter class.

The teacher drones on and on and acts like a lullaby almost.

As guaranteed by the end of class and many, many harsh berates for falling asleep- sure as shit, you had detention.

Leaving class was like a breath of fresh air, teenage, odourous, fresh air.

Nowadays, you hardly got bullied, having raised your status with Frank- he’s definitely not afraid to get in a fight, may it be for himself or on behalf of one of you. Which helped, people don’t touch him anymore- he’s a bit of a loose cannon.

You decided to take a page out of his book a while back, so people mostly left you alone.

That said…

There was a new clique, so to speak- on the rise, a couple of exchange students from a couple of states over grouping up the old hierarchy. You knew it wouldn’t take long until you had to reiterate just how much you don’t like to be fucked with, and instead of picking at you, they picked at someone much worse to mess with.

Down the hall you saw a vague scene, a group of girls and maybe two guys?

The closer you got, the more steam came out of your ears.

They stood there, laughing, picking on, humiliating Mikey.

No.

You took a moment to see how far they would take it, one of the guys decides to push mikey into his locker, making a loud tin crash. That doesn’t it, then.

You stormed over, standing in front of Mikey, forcefully shoved yourself in their faces.

“You think it’s funny to pick on someone who has done literally nothing to you?”

“Oh, please, nothing? He’s stood around all mopey like a little loser, someone had to take the top spot, we are sure not letting you losers have it. Freaks, I swear none of you have even heard of deodorant-“

You punch her straight in her nose, a spurt of blood spraying your knuckles along with her shirt, she stumbles back and one of her guy friends catches her. Tears form in her eyes and she tries to find a comeback but she is unsuccessful, clearly not used to her victims fighting back at her old school.

“If you wanna say something, say it. I would love to have a reason to punch you again.”

“Y-you’re psycho!” She pushes out, trying not to cry.

“You mess with my family, the people I love, ever again- I can guarantee I will break something else, and it won’t be as quick. Don’t you ever, look, talk, or even think about Mikey ever again. You got it? You look like the poster child for pro-choice, did your mother buy you condoms instead of a cabbage patch kid?” You spat at her, Mikey grabs your wrist gently from behind you.

The girl only swallowed before quickly swerving and walking away briskly.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t understand why she thought she had the right to do that to you, Mikes-“

“That was fuckin’ awesome.” His eyes are shining down at you, a smile gracing his lips.

“You don’t know how I felt watching them do that to you.” You pull him into a tight hug.

His heart picks up pace at this, he wraps his arms around you quickly, welcoming the contact.

He lets himself breath in the scent of your hair, quietly.

You allow yourself to relax into the heat of his chest, embracing the comfort he gave you. Your cheeks blushed up as his thumb rubbed against your back, affectionately.

You both pull away, you take a little longer to stare into his eyes, pushing up his glasses with your finger as you noticed they had slipped.

What? Why did you just do that? That’s weird, why would you do that.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you had done, you turn to leave before a certain best friend of your is walking up the hallway.

Mikey is stood there in shock. Was that weird? That was really intimate.

“I just saw Holly? Nice one, dude.” Gerard speaks up from behind you., saved by the Gee shaped bell.

“Thanks, Gee, really proud of that. I just wish she had said something else so I could have smacked her down again.” You laugh nervously, choosing to ignore the situation you had created out of your own feelings.

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Let’s just say you got a hefty punishment, after school detention for a a month, the school decided not to call your dad after they had noticed the bruises and scrapes for years at this point, even some broken bones. They wouldn’t dare report the abuse but- they would never tattle on you to him, not wanting to worsen anything. You basically had free will with a few detentions, that you would share with Frank anyways. After all, there was no use detering fights in Jersey.

After school and yours and Frank’s detention the drive back was full of comfort and laughter, and not just because Frank had lit up a giggle stick and passed it around.

You all had taken a small rest just to chill in the middle of a forest near your estate to smoke a little more, the time turning late. You of course, did, share the vodka with Frank.

You and Mikey, through the hotboxed van, had locked eyes as you sat next to each other, no amount of magic grass could ever make you forget how much you want him, your biggest secret, your shame.

You let out a breath, blowing out the smoke that was in your system before passing it over to Frank. Mikey smiles before looking away, a blush on his face that you don’t really notice.

Another weird fucking moment for the books.

You eventually pull up at the Way house, parting ways with the others.

Your dad is sat on the porch, surrounded by empty beer cans, a bottle of whiskey in his hand half empty.

“Shit.” You whisper, ducking behind their front fence.

“Wha-“ Mikey shuts his mouth when he sees your dad on the front. He tugs at Gerard to do the same, all of you crouched, slowly shuffling along the fence wall.

You all manage to make it inside, through the back, going around the house so he didn’t see you walk through their front door.

“Fuckin’ christ. He has never waited like that.” You appear extremely stressed out, running a hand through your hair, pacing back and forth. “What if he looks for me? What if he comes here?”

“Hey, it’s okay, if he comes here- you hide yourself somewhere? You can hide, can’t you? Get mom to open the door? She knows you’re here tonight and she obviously knows what’s going on.” Gerard proposed a loose plan.

“Okay, okay. He can’t be violent to your mom, he wouldn’t do anything publicly. Always mumbling how he ‘can’t go back to jail’.” You nod and agree with rambling words.

A knock at the door startles you all and you all collectively scream, ducking down.

You let their mom open the door, it was just a neighbour after some milk.

“Fuck, maybe we smoked too much.” You giggle at your paranoia.

“Nah..not enough.”

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You decide to have a private talk with Gerard, well needed, it had been a while.

After some tears and angry talk, you were ready to relax, you gave Gee a the biggest hug you could muster before deciding to go up to Mikey. You always swapped sleeping arrangements when you stayed for longer than one night, wanting to give either one peace. Tonight would be Mikey, tomorrow Gee, Sunday- Mikey and it goes on.

You tended to stay over on the weekends, your dad getting paid on a Friday- using his paycheque on the town and the dealers and usually a hooker or two, too busy and fucked up to notice your absence- he had things to occupy him. Once that money was gone when Monday rolled around- you face reality and put yourself back up for the abuse.

Bidding goodnight, you head from the basement to Mikey’s room.

You sit on Mikey’s bed, directly next to him, Gerard definitely already passed out in his basement room. Frank had left you a roll to smoke, he’s never usually this generous but after what you went through earlier, he felt kind enough. Sitting in Mikey’s shirt and panties of your own, his lanky frame making it more like a dress, you pull out the matches from your bag on the floor before sitting against the headboard.

You light a match with the nail of your thumb, Mikey practically drooling over you, before lighting it up, not that you notice.

“Fuck today has been…” You trail off, already tremendously baked.

“Intense?” Mikey finishes for you, subconsciously, he pulls your shirt down as a part of your abdomen is showing.

“Mhm.” You mumble as you take a drag, a large huff of exhaustion and annoyance rattles from your chest as you blow it out, up towards the ceiling.

“You know…I really hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it.” He adjusts his glasses, as he recites a small comment directly from his heart.

“Thanks, Mikes, if more than five people thought that- maybe things would be different for me.” You shrug.

“We’ll get outta here soon, promise.”

“Hope so.”

You press play on the stereo on his nightstand, tuning it to a low-fi rock channel.

“That is more like it, I’m done being down today.”

You take a rather large pull of Frank’s present, an idea springing to your busted mind, you don’t think about any possible implications that could render from it.

“Hey, you ever swapped smoke before?” The sentence passes your lips and you feel your body grow warm at the thought of doing that with Mikey.

“Uh-uhm no, not really. I smoke with Gee and the guys and well…not really something I do with my brother.” He giggles, nervous.

“Would you…ever try it?” You turn yourself on your side and prop up your head with you hand, looking down at him.

“N-now? With you?” He looks shocked, almost scared.

“I mean, if you don’t want to or if you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. I’ve only done it with Frank-“

“You did it with Frank?” You can’t tell if its jealousy, disgust or interest in his voice.

“Yeah, on a bored Sunday evening and he didn’t have a lot of smoke, dealers weren’t active that particular day- we thought of it as a way to make do.”

“Can- um, can I try it? With you..?” He tries to swallow, his lips and throat completely taken over by cottonmouth.

“Sure.” Too zoned to realise how intimate you are about to be together, you take a sizeable drag, before inching slowly towards his lips.

You’re heart, like it has its own mind, starts to hammer as you get closer and closer to him.

His glazed over eyes looking up at you- he looks so peaceful and perfect.

His lips are still closed, so you take your thumb and put it up to his bottom lip, opening them up.

You close your eyes as you start to blow your smoke into his mouth, your lips sometimes grazing his. There’s something so erotic about this moment, it makes your insides feel like a carnival ride.

Your nose bumps his as you pull back, letting him blow out his own smoke.

His eyes are darting around your face, his hand comes up to hold your hip gently, you escalate by gently straddling him, putting the smoke to your mouth once more.

All Mikey can do is pray his body doesn’t betray him right now, the last thing he needs is a boner, just because a pretty girl is on top of him.

But it’s not just a pretty girl, it’s her.

You lean down again, your nipples poking out of your shirt due to the breeze in the room, he can feel it as you connect your chests.

You cup his face with one hand as you bring your lips closer to his, for the second time, this time he instantly opens them.

You slowly blow the smoke into him, lips touching a little more than the last time.

The lyrics to a pixies song, long forgotten in the background, the air is thick, tension biting the air.

It’s hazy and you can’t think straight, you’re done blowing but you can’t seem to move, still hovering over his mouth.

His hand on your hip grips you a little tighter.

A small kiss is planted on your lips, he made the first move.

You rub his cheek with your thumb, kissing him back, it lasts a few seconds this time.

The temperature in the room switches as his lips slam onto yours, his other hand snaking up your back to hold your head, pushing it down into his lips. The smoke still in your hand, you quickly dab it out in the ashtray next to him, saving the third of it for later.

It’s the most passionate experience you have ever had, all you tasted was his tongue and his scent made your head spin, his fingers dipping under your shirt he fixed not only twenty minutes ago.

Mikey can’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, hard as steel now, so much for avoiding temptation.

He taps your clit with his actions, your mouth opening in shock.

Is this happening?

“Mikey…” You mumble, between your kisses, he migrates to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Yeah? You okay?” He breathes out, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe before giving it a soft bite.

You can’t help the small moan you let out, that feels so fucking good.

“Are we? Is this gonna happen?” You heave, in a low whisper.

“Do you want to?” Mikey pauses and kisses you, deeply.

“I mean, I’ve only done it once…I don’t think I’m too good..” You nervously hum.

“I’ve…never done it at all. I want it to be you, though? If you-…please? Can we?” Well when he’s begging like that, what else can you think about.

“Take your fucking shirt off.” Your mind snaps, hands grasping the bottom of his graphic tee, pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere into the depths of his room. He wraps his arms around the back off you, letting his lips meet yours again.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friends, brother.

But it feels so, so, right.

The kisses turn slow, agonising and almost romantic as his hands gesture you to lie down next to him. You comply, letting your hair splay out on his pillow, he stares down at you, his hand trailing down from your shoulder to your thigh.

Your heart is knocking against your chest as he lifts the shirt up a little, your underwear on show for him to see.

His hands are a little shaky, a mix of the weed and the situation you both put yourselves in.

“Should I, um, do you want me to put my mouth on you, or?” He scratches his neck a little, nervous.

“You don’t have to, you can use your fingers if you like?” You shrug, reaching to grab his hand, guiding his fingers to your clothed clit.

“I can take them off if you want?” You propose, he nods like a deer in headlights. “Take your pants off too, can’t do nothing with them on, Mikes.” You giggle, trying to make the situation less tense.

“Yeah, ‘course.” He scrambles of the bed, undoing his belt and letting his pants hit the ground, the sound of his buckle clanking as it connects to the wood.

You stay lay down, pulling down your underwear, before you can throw it- Mikey is on top of you again, kissing you like it’s his job.

You can’t remember dropping your panties out of your hand, and you don’t notice Mikey grabbing them and stuffing them under his pillow.

Whilst he moves his lips against yours, his hand starts to trail down again, a finger lightly pressing against your clit. You hum in approval as a spur for him to carry on.

He starts unsure circles, keeping a rhythm, however lightly pressured they may be- he is a bassist after all.

“More.” You mumble against his lips, bucking up into his hand, showing him what you want.

He starts to wind them a little faster, adding more and more pressure until it’s perfect and pleasurable.

“Mikes…” You whisper, as he kisses down to suckle on a spot of your neck.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut as you moan his name, lips trembling against you.

“Stick ‘em in.” You tap his fingers up with a hip move.

“O-okay.”

He does as told, putting them to his mouth, spitting a little before pulling them back down- this time to your hole.

He tentatively dips his fingers in, you encourage him, sliding down on them a tad.

His middle finger and his ring finger sink deep in until you hit his knuckles- recognising his middle finger due to the cold metal feeling of the ring he wore on it.

“Curl them, upwards.” You kiss his jaw, to him you look beyond beautiful.

Your cheeks are a dusty pink, eyes glazed over- a little red albeit from the previous activity. Your hair is a mess, well it always was but that’s what he liked about you. You lips a little raw from when he’d been kissing you, you looked gorgeous to him.

He starts to curl his fingers, his instrumental skills coming in damn handy, you arch a little with the perfect pressure he applied.

“Oh-“ You moan a little, grabbing his bicep thats holding himself up above you.

He bites his lip, staring at you a little too hard for his liking, but he just can’t help it.

This goes on for a few minutes, him adding his thumb to rub your clit and then removing it just to tease you- as he had found. Virgins can have fun too.

“Do it, Mikes, put it in.” You nod at him, and then down to his dick.

“You ready?” His cheeks redden, his excitement clear.

“Are you?” You chuckle a little, moving a piece of hair out of his face, it was a comforting act, he starts to gather some spit in his mouth.

Bringing himself up, he kneels, his cock screaming for attention, he’d never gone like this before- always relieving himself on his lonesome before it would get angry.

You decide to bring yourself up, leaning back on one of your hands, giving his tip a little kiss, looking up at him through your eyelashes- still adorning your mascara.

“Jesus.” He cussed out, the view of you, under the mercy of his own dick.

You smile softly, laying back down and opening your legs for him to slide in.

He positions himself, a simple missionary, sturdy and reliable.

The spit he was collecting in his mouth is spat into his hand and then onto his cock, he lather it around, giving himself some preemptive strokes, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched.

He spits again, this time bringing it to your pussy, making sure it will go in easy, after all it had been a while since you had experienced it- not that you needed the extra lubricant anyways.

His tip found your entrance, it was real now, this was happening.

You were taking Mikey Way’s virginity.

He starts pushing in, slowly, letting you breathe through the slight discomfort.

He looks you in the eyes as he goes deeper in, a feeling resonate with affection- it’s more tender than expected.

It’s almost uncomfortable as the feelings in the room aren’t proclaimed nor said, yet a certain understanding is there along with raging uncertainty. It’s a mess, and it’s so you.

Nevertheless, as he bottoms out, feeling you completely, he’s wrapped up in you. You’re warm and soft and so much better than his hand could ever be.

He pulls out a bit, pushing back in, repeating this until he’s sure he knows the motion.

He starts to become confident in his thrusts, his dick almost coming fully out before he shoves it back in.

He is a whimpering mess, hardly able to keep himself up with his forearms, you pull him close into your neck letting him hit you at a better angle more comfortably.

You lift your knees, wrapping lightly around his lower back, stroking his hair as he thrusts over again and again.

His pelvis bone is hitting your clit in sync with the thrusts now, boosting your pleasure.

You give out soft, breathy moans into his ear accidentally as he hits a particular spot, he combats this with a whine- continuing exactly what he was doing.

“Mmf’” He mumbles into your neck. “Agh, so good…this…so good…you-“ You grab his shoulder blade, anchoring yourself as his speed increases.

“Mikey-“ You moan out, head back into the pillow and eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck!” He grunts, his hand coming up to stroke your hair as he continues pounding into you. “Say my name, please, baby.” He whines, begging you for it.

Baby?

If that wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Mikey, please, m’nearly there.” Mikey feels as if he is about to shut down.

He can feel himself coming to an end soon, and he wants you there with him, he really does.

“Want me- inside..or?” He struggles to comprehend his words as he’s thrusting.

“Yeah, yeah, inside.” You breath out, strangled moans following.

His pressure on your clit, the feeling of him hitting deep inside, the stroking of your hair. You can feel the quick build of your orgasm, it comes on fast and strong- like you just hit the ground after jumping off a skyscraper. It’s intense and perfect and you can’t help but let your fingernails scratch his back a little as you find a grip onto reality.

“Oh-“ He moans at the feeling of your nails digging in and scratching down, igniting his own release.

He speeds up, letting himself ride his high, before slowing down to a still.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, staying buried within you, covering your insides and his own dick with his come.

“Christ.” You breathe out, realising what you had just done, and at how it felt to melt together with your biggest infatuation.

Mikey is silent, his hot breath fanning against your neck, time standing still.

What do you even do about this now?

[chelseeebe]

trick or treat

18+. mdni. no smut but my blog is 18+.

day six of spooky week and reader bravely offers to take the party trick or treating, finding an unlikely guest along the way

a/n: six days of consistent posting has actually made me lose brain cells.. i don’t like this as much as i wanted to but i’m sticking to my guns and posting anyway. i’m not sure if tomorrow’s will make it up in time but i’m going to try my absolute hardest <3

☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~

knuckles wrap against the grand wooden door, hoping to god it was dustin that answered and not steve. 

you can hear a barrage of footsteps on the other side, rushing down the hall to get to you first. the door swings open, dustin and his makeshift skeleton costume sit on the other side, a harsh scowl when he realises it’s you and not his friends. 

“what’re you doing here?” crossing his arms over his chest. 

“i’m coming with you, joyce ask-“

“-you don’t need to babysit us,” throwing a temper tantrum at the mere suggestion of you joining them on their journey around hawkins. 

“well, joyce says otherwise,” crossing your arms over your chest, you meant business. “jonathan’s busy and she wants someone to watch out for will so you’re just gonna have to deal with it,” sticking your tongue out for good measure. 

dustin huffs, nostrils glaring as he stomps back into steve’s living room. 

the older boy was helping him get ready, terribly painting a skull onto his grinning face. a faint argument rises from behind the door, scuffed footsteps fighting to reach the door before you had the opportunity to look in. 

“-we don’t need a babysitter at all! let alone two!” dustin screeches, throwing his pillowcase on the ground as he reaches the door, steve appearing behind. 

“two?” you question, looking down at the abandoned treat bag and then back up to a sheepish looking steve. 

“well.. i mean, you can’t take them all around hawkins on your own, i was just.. offering to join you,” his hand rubbing the back of his neck, ignoring dustin’s scowl to focus on your face. 

“oh,” attempting to hide your blush, passing it off as if it were just the chilly october air, “yeah.. sure, i could use some help,” stuffing your hands into your pockets, concealing your squeal of excitement. 

“great! great.. yeah, let me get my jacket and we can go,” rushing off inside while dustin sulks like a petulant child.

“you two are gross,” he remarks snidely, turning up his nose at the two of you.

it's a chilly evening in hawkins, your coat not doing enough against the wild wind. much colder than usual for this time of year which makes you a tad unsettled. after everything that had happened last year, a sudden drop in temperature didn’t seem like something you should ignore. 

steve walks beside you, humming to some pop tune as his eyes stay trained on the boys and which houses they were at. 

“so you’re going? to new york?" he starts,  keeping two strides behind the boys at all times, dustin would surely suffer a mental breakdown if you dared got any closer. 

“yeah,” you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “there’s a really good opportunity for me up there,” a twinge of something in your chest, unwilling to come off as braggy at all.

“that’s cool..” steve whistles, looking anywhere but at you, “i’ll miss you- i mean, we’ll all miss you,” clearing his throat in a pitiful attempt to hide what he really meant. 

“i’ll miss you too steve,” smiling softly over at his flushing cheeks, “you can come visit i’m sure,” shrugging indiscriminately. 

your all-consuming crush on steve was no secret to those around you, you’d been longing after him since freshmen year. hanging on his every word even during the multitude of girlfriends and hookups, desperate for his attention to one day fall unto you. 

though now you’re actually friends, like, real friends, you find yourself hoping that he doesn’t look at you, praying he doesn’t notice your sorry eyes or your longing smile. afraid that he’d find you utterly pathetic and tell you harshly that you and him would just never ever come to be. 

“but hawkins won’t be the same without you,” his feet crushing the dried auburn leaves, “who’s gonna help me take care of these guys?” chuckling softly, the cold air billowing from his lips. 

“you’re just gonna have to find a new babysitting partner,” shrugging softly though your heart sinks a little. 

steve’s mouth opens to reply but is abruptly interrupted by the gaggle of kids storming up the sidewalk to you. in a cleverly thought out formation, dustin at the front, mike all the way in the back. 

“we were thinking,” dustin starts, a tooth-achingly sweet grin plastered on his face, “and we think that you two shouldn’t have to spend your entire evening following us around, so,” looking around at his friends, “we’re happy to offer you half of all of our candy if you just leave us alone,” grinning as if he had offered the deal of the century. 

steve looks perplexed, sharing a questioning glance with you before turning his attention back to the eager boys in front, “what makes you think we want your shitty candy?” 

dustin’s smile drops, nose scrunching with such visceral anger, “look steve, we know you’d rather be off making out with each other or whatever, so why don’t we just cut the shit? you guys go home, we can take care of ourselves.” 

he puts his hand up to make a point, sputtering noises that don’t exactly make a coherent sentence, “that’s not- what the hell, dustin? mrs. byers asked us to watch you it’s not-“

“we’ll be okay! my mom just worries,” a bright-eyed will steps forward, offering his two cents. 

steve exhales, looking to you once more before shrugging. you were the one she’d asked anyway, not him.  

“what if something bad happens? like.. like last year?” you query, looking solely at will now. 

“it won’t,” solemnly shaking his head, “i’m better now, i promise.” 

your lips pout, contemplating whether the little shits could be trusted. joyce would never be mad at you, wise to her son and his friends tricks. 

“okay..” nodding slowly, “but i’m taking you up on that candy offer, and i want the good stuff.. not smarties or mints or whatever shit you think you can trick me with,” a harsh glare to the clan of boys. 

mike goes to protest until lucas’ elbow meets his ribs, a chorus of thankyou’s echo out before they sprint away, tripping over themselves to get as far away from you as possible. 

“i didn’t think you’d say yes,” steve remarks, a humorous tone to his voice. 

“what can i say? they drive a hard bargain,” suddenly regretting letting them run amok around the hawkins streets, “do you think i should’ve said no?” 

“oh no, definitely not,” falling into laughter, “i don’t think they would’ve let you say no anyway.” 

you scoff, looking around at the busy street, “you’re right.. i’m gonna uh.. head home then, since we’re not needed anymore,” attempting to hide your disappointment at not getting to walk around with him all night. 

“you wouldn’t wanna.. watch a movie or something, would you?” steve interjects before you can walk away, “my parents are out of town so my house is empty and i’ve got popcorn,” sweetening up his deal. 

your heart thuds a little too hard, unsure of whether you’d still be alive after a movie alone with steve, on his couch. but you nod anyway, continuing back in the direction you’d came from. 

his house is sterile, it honestly reminds you of something from a showroom, not meant to be lived in but just admired. kind of like steve, when you think about too much. 

you weren’t going to be together, he was a prize, someone you’d lust after but never truly get. 

the opening sequence to friday the 13th pulls you from your sour thoughts, sitting just inches away from him and his meticulously styled hair, the consolation of freckles and moles you’d connected a thousand times in your head. 

he doesn’t look real, a figment of your imagination except his chest is rising and falling in time with yours and he keeps shifting in his seat. 

“so when do you leave?” startling you from your haze, pulling your attention to him. 

“uh.. june, i’m going up early to get settled.” 

“oh, cool,” inhaling sharply, a long, drawn-out exhale immediately after, “i still got a few months left with you then,” offering a grimacing smile as his words register in his brain, “obviously i mean that we all do.” 

“i knew what you meant,” convincing yourself that he had just misspoke and that the obvious undertones to everything he had said this evening weren’t actually there. 

“actually i don’t think you do,” steve sighs, no longer the suave sweet talker he once was, now just some old guy that drive kids to and from their dnd meetings. 

“oh?” you remark, sitting back in shock. 

he leans forward, over the overflowing bowl of popcorn, “i’m trying to hit on you, i’ve been trying all night,” allowing a glimpse of his former playboy interior to resurface, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips. 

you stare back with what only you can assume is a puzzled expression as steve moves back once again, “sorry- i’m not very good at this anymore, i-i thought you were interested but obviously- shit,” slapping his palm to his face, hiding in sheer despair. 

“no! nonono steve i am,” sputtering rather quickly, “i’m sorry, i’m just.. shocked. i didn’t know you felt like that too, y’know?” amazed that both of you could single handedly fumble this. 

“‘course i do,” shrinking into a bashful shadow of himself, “thought that was pretty obvious,” fiddling with his fingers, too shy for someone who had just admitted to having feelings for you. 

“not to me,” slightly offended that you had apparently been the last to know. 

he exhales, a sigh of relief, “fuck, i thought i’d read that totally wrong then.”

you stop, furrowing your brow, “what? you knew i liked you?” 

“i mean, kinda yeah.”

“did dustin tell you?”

“he-,” steve sighs, doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, “i might have told him how sad i was that you were leaving and he just told me that you might feel the same way too,” holding his hands up with all intentions of owning up, “he just wanted to help me out, i think,” a quiet sadness in his voice. 

any other time you’d strangle the little blabber mouth but only this time you can’t be too mad, without him, the two of you would’ve never had the guts to just say it. 

“now i’ve been dyin’ to kiss you for too long now so if you’ll forgive me,” leaning in once more, carefully cupping your chin in his palm and so gently kissing your lips that it almost feels like air. 

your eyes fluttering shut as the sparks fizzle behind your eyelids, the butterflies in your stomach flap so hard you’re almost nauseous.   

years and years of hopeless pining had lead to this, a syrupy sweet kiss on his couch as the guttural screams of alice hardy play on the background.

it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and more, steve suddenly so real and malleable in your grasp.

[v3rooo]

I’ll be back , I promise

So in this one shot it’s a relationship between killer and kid and Y/n type it’s my first time doing something like this so it’s kinda bad I know but I just want to express my writing heheh since my head can hold so much 😆 enjoy

Y/n : I was currently in my cell. I had this throbbing pain in my left side of my face from my punishment. For what I did to the guard ,I was catching up my thoughts while holding my cheeks. I saw Master yelling at someone or something. I was scared, thinking I was going to have another punishment. I hid in the far, dark corner, trying to disappear.

As I waited, I saw Master and his sidekicks throw someone inside. Then they locked the door. While Master was screaming at the new prisoner, I didn’t hear much since I was covering my ears, too scared and praying he just left .

And the heavens heard me. Because then after I removed my hands away from  my ears , silence followed. My heart started beating at a normal pace. I decided to go look who was in the cell. As I was walking towards the person, I gasped at the state he was in. He was all bloody and didn’t look too good .

As I was standing there staring at him, I woke up from my daydreaming and went down to my knees to look at his wounds .

It wasn’t too bad, not good, but definitely not life-threatening. So I went to work cleaning them. I went to grab the rag I was going to use. I got the bucket of water I had. I got the rag wet it a bit. I started to pat the blood off his wounds. I was doing my job and I was slowly getting a better view. He was really handsome. His hair was so pretty, such a beautiful shade of red. While I was lost in thought, I heard groaning.

I stopped what I was doing to see if he would wake up. While I stepped back to see, he opened his eyes and he just started to blink profusely, trying to remember what happened, most likely. As I was trying to stay quiet, I said in a quiet voice, “Are you okay? You came in pretty badly beaten. I’m sorry. I started to clean up your wounds before they get worse. I should have waited until you awoken, but…

 “I’m gonna kill him.” 

Um, what? Who are you going to kill ? 

“Kaido.” “I’m gonna kill him for what he did to me and to killer “

Killer.”

Killer, is he your friend ?

He started to look around and started to get up I said take it easy your hurt , he growled at started to say something but then he jsut stopped at his tracks while staring at me please sit back down your hurt . 

He slowly started to sit down while not keeping his eyes of me .

So what’s your name I’m Y/n  

Silicene….

Kid that’s my name while mumbling 

I smile at him 

Kid : - so what happened to you ur face is all bloody 

Silence 

Y/n : Oh it’s nothing just a punishment no biggie this is actually a small punishment compared to the other I’ve had on the past while giggling nervously 

Kid: while looking at her 

I need to get out of her I need to find killer 

While angry hitting the ground 

Y/n : killer is he your friend ?

Kid: yes and my crew mate 

Y/n: crew mate ? 

Kid : yes we’re pirates 

 Y/n: looking at him with such excitement squealing really your a pirate how is it , how’s  the sea ? Is the ocean beautiful like those paintings I see ? How’s ..

Kid: you’re not scared. 

Y/n: why ?? 

Kid : cause I’m a pirate every one usually gets scared they never reacted the way you did, just curious 

Y/n: will I had a dream about going around the world I want the wind to blow my hair I want to go on adventures with someone I’m tired of this place I want to leave but I can’t and if Kaido finds out he surly kill me , that bastard  just wants me for my power 

Kid : what’s ur devil fruit ? 

Y/n: devil fruit?? 

Kid : you said your power like devil fruit power ? 

Y/n: no I was born with my powers I don’t really know much about my powers all I know is I can transform into a white nine tail fox I think  since my people we don’t get powers until we hit 18 , it’s what I was told by master . so I’m not really sure what else I can do but I can do one ability .

Kid : as she was talking to me her wounds started to heal I was shocked , I was about to say something bit I started to wheezing find pain from my rib I was clutching my side next thing you know I felt small hand on top of my much larger one .

Y/n : are you okay where else does it hurt ? 

 Kid : everywhere  while laughing but soon regrets from the pain shooting all over my body 

Y/n: here let me help 

Kid : next thing you know I felt slight energy form take over my body and soon all the pain I felt was gone nothing hurt 

Y/n : are you still feeling pain ?

Kid: how did you do that is that part of ur ability ?

Y/n : yes you must keep it a secret if he found out or any scum finds out I don’t want to know what they would do to me . 

Kid : I nod 

She then sat next to me she looked at me with a smile “ so what life as a captain ?”

She told me

As I started to talk about my adventures I heard small puffs and I looked down she was asleep I huff not to long after I fell asleep

The next morning 

 Kid: I heard mumbling loud noises I open my eyes mad I was woken up I looked to she if she was there next to me I looked around and what I saw made me angry I got up seeing her getting dragged by her hair  I started to scream to let her go hey let her go 

Y/n : as I was sleeping next to kid he was so warm so peaceful next thing I know u hear mumbling and keys jingling I open my eyes to see kaido main guard I got scared thinking the worst I don’t want to go I want stay with kid , 

Guard - “Well well well little fox look what we got her you getting snuggled u all cozy with this inmate , what will kaido do ? Huh little cub “ 

Evil shucking 🤭

Y/n: looked at him scared i couldn’t even get a syllable out before he grabbed me by my hair I whimpered next thing you know he dragging me out of the cell I don’t want to leave he safe .

While I was out of the cell I couldn’t bare the pain I have throbbing I. My scalp I screamed to let me go you’re hurting me 😢

Then I heard kid scream to let me go I felt so relieved knowing he don’t want me to go 

I tried reaching out to him to see if he can magically get to me he was doing the same . 

But I was getting farther away from him , next thing you know I was thrown inside the room I hated kaido room I staid on the floor not moving too scared 

Guard - boss gues what she was getting all cozy with the inmate , can you believe that the little bitch 

Y/n : I gulped looking down on my hands felling like throwing up 

Kaido : LEAVE 

After the guard left while laughing evil bastard 

Come here little fox 🦊 

I stayed still 

NOW

I got up super fast running next to him 

Now little fox is that true ? 

No I swear I just fell asleep while cleaning his wounds I swear I don’t do anything bad I swear please..🙏 for -g

“Grabs her hair “ listens to me your mine you belong to me nobody else you will stay here until I tell you so you got that I’m just  waiting for you to be more ripe before I put a hire in you , but you need another punishment this time I need to get the lesson embedded to ur dumb empty head of yours.

Y/n:

shaking on what he told me scared for my life I stared to back up I made a run for it I was almost at the door before I was yank back started to back up he was stalking me I felt liek a bunny 🐰 and he was the big bad wolf 🐺 

He must of been tired of this game he yanked my hair dragging me to the room I hated so much …

Kid : hey tell me where you took her heh I know you can hear me hey 👋 mad there all ignoring me I hit the bars Ugg looked back to my cell then I saw the bastard who took her hey fuck face where you took her where is she !!!

He laughed at taht and said oh the boss is jsut having its way with her ur precious little fox will be back soon 

I looked at him mad wishing I could stomp on his face until it splatter on the walls I swear when I get out you be the first ima take care of he laugh and walked away me still Angry 😤 

I sat down hoping she okay I closed my eyes and I fell asleep 😴 I heard dragging noise and whimpering as I open my eyes I heard the door open and then  shut just as fast 💨 when I saw who open it it was the bastard who took her he looked back at me while laughing mocking me take care of ur fox 🦊 no ? I looked at him confuse then I heard the whimpering sound I looked down and what I saw I almost threw up there she was all beaten up bruise her back was so bad her kimono was all torn and stain she must of gotten whipped with something I slid  to her are you fucking kidding me who fucking did this to you tell me 

She started to cry , she was sobbing at this point she turned around and jsut sobbed on my chest I almost missed it kaido 

And I made a promise I’ll kill him 

I started to clean up her wound as much as I can so she can heal her self as soon as i finish up a lady came she called out for y/n she looked up and the maid of some sort called her to get her cleaned up since master called to clean you up she looked up from where she was  stayed there until the maid called her again she got up wobbly but she got up I got up to she left with her and she turned around I’ll be back I promise I just stared at her as she went down the long hall I started passing back and forth I felt like that’s all I was doing until I heard keys 🔑 I looked up here she was beautiful like the moon  I was so lost in thought 💭 she walked in and turned around bowing to the lady thank you and she hummed and left she then turned around and smiled did you missed me hehehe 

Kid : No not at all “she giggled “

Look I got us something to eat you must be hungry 

Kid : not I’m not hungry… (stomach growling ) I stoped blushed as embarrassment 

I looked down and she giggled again sure your not come sit down I’ll give you a bite 

I looked down at the giant bento 🍱 looking at it with so much excitement we said ate thank and started to dig in , who was she?

Y/n: well she the maid who usually takes care of me she nice 😊 she always has been nice to me , as I looked down kid 

Kid: mmh ? 

Y/n: can you take me with you when you get out please don’t leave me I promise I won’t be dead weight I can fight well kinda , but I can learn with tears running down my face please don’t leave me here please as the tears go down and they seem to be non stop just thought of being alone here 

Kid grabbed my face and said who told you I was going to leave you here huh, from this day forward your our woman , okay . I will take you to see the world I promise 

Veronica shaking her head fast okay I’ll protect you I promise you’re our now’s you got that 

Veronica nodded her head 

Now stop crying and eat 

She nodded and continued to eat I just looked at her and continued eating 

Skip 

A few days later 

Kid : As I was explaining to her how my devil fruit power worked she looked so excited he gave was like a kid in a candy store as I was mid sentence I heard the piece of shit guard laugh well well we meet again little bitch she froze scared she looked almost white she turned around she started to back towards me I got I front of her and asked him what do you want ?

Well ain’t if obviously master wants veronica in his chambers now 

Angrily over my dead body 

I swear if I didn’t have this stupid thing to deactivate my power you would of been squashed like a bug 🐛 

He laughed again 

As he shiver her face in my back 

Give me her now or else 

Or else what 

This 

Next thing I know kid is down on his knees in pain 

Kid-sama 

What wrong 

Kid-sama 

As he groned in pain what are you doing to him stop

I’ll stop if you go with me 

Okay fine now stop 

Then he stopped being in pain are you okay Kid-sama 

He hadn’t responded yet before I was getting dragged out I screamed calling out for Kid-sama to save me 

He started to grabbing my hand before he started to growl in pain 

I scream for kid to stop him kid-sama I screamed while I was being dragged out 

I kept on crying wanting to go back 

Then I was thrown in the room. 

And I stayed where I was at

I heard the guard said something but I couldn’t hear it because I was to much in thought 

Then I believe he left  cause it was just me and kaido he got up where he was going while walking down from his throne he shrunk his body to my size but he was still pretty big

 (pretend he cam actually do this just for this imagine )

I started to go back away from him 

He started to laugh 

I don’t know what got over me but I said something 

What do you want 

He started at me looked at me with a look I never saw 

Next thing I know he yanked my hair so bad I screamed he yanked my head back and he looked at me “ what’s gotten into you ? “ all because you have a friend you think you can talk to me like that my future wife I hated that it made me almost throw up form the whole sentence I don’t even know how but next thing I know he started to scream but he still didn’t let go as I scratched his face hoping he let me go but I think I just made him even more angry cause he threw me a punch 🤛 in my face as I was done a little to stunned I didn’t hear the zipper but when I was out of the daze I was in from the punch 🤛 

He yanked my hair hair to be in the eye level of his cock I I looked up at him with disgust 

Now my little cock sleeve let practice what that pretty mouth can do huh 

As I try avoiding one hand had my hair the other hand was squeezing my face to hold me still he was holding me to tight I thought my face was going numb then he shoved it in my mouth it was so disgusting I wanted it out of me as I heard his disgusting voice and noise calling me his good cock sleeve I bit him I bit him hard when I started to taste blood I didn’t stop until he let me go and when I saw he was down holding his dick I got up and ran to the door 🚪 

As I was turning the knob 

He called out stop 

You fucking bitch watch ima get you and your going to regret it 

I screamed at him that I don’t care and I ran out 

Going to Kidd as I ran and ran while crying as blood runny down my face I saw my cell

I screamed out kid 

Kid-sama 

Help me 

He got up for my the floor as I got to the cell it was locked i couldn’t open it but 

Kid I did it 

I defended myself but I think I’ve gotten in some big trouble 

That’s my girl your mouth is bleeding 

Oh it’s not

Mine 

It’s that bastard 

I smirked at her that’s my girl as I was saying something a heard of guards came in I got scared I went to grabbed Kid hand and the guards grabbed me put me in a collar like a dog and started to dragged me out 

Well well little girl we heard what you did to master he told us to take her to prison for a while so maybe you will learn your lesson . 

I was not gonna lie I was scared I never even left this cell in my whole life I was taken from my parents now I’m going to go out I was scared 

Kid-sama I started to cry out I’m scared please save me 

Kid-sama please let her go take me take me instead 

Stop it 

Guard well well look Prince Charming is trying to save the princess boys how cute hahah 

I looked  at him mad I sear to you once I’m out your the first one ima take out is you hahah I’ll see you then growl 

Kid 

Well here I am heading to prison after I killed three of the guards I was lost in in thought wondering how she is doing hopefully she fine I need to go get her I need to find killer 

As I was in thought the wagon stopped finally after on the road for. Whole day , the door was open one of the guard said welcome to ur hell Hahha  I growled as his voice 

After I got in and I was told the run around blah blah blah 😒 

I was looking 👀 at my surroundings when I heard her oh how i missed hearing her voice 

Kidd sama is taht you i turned around and there she was my little fox there in her glorey 

 She started to run towards me in full speed and I open my arms she jumped in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my wait I held her tight while breathing her scent how i missed it it hasn’t even been a few days 

Comfortable silence we where 

Next thing you know I felt her lips on me I was so shocked I froze , she was so much in thought I didn’t even think she noticed she do did that until she let go of the kiss , she was all red and stopped while apologizing 

She let go and said how why are you here 

After I explained how I got her she said how I’m so happy you are here with me hehe 

After we got settle in going to start to work since we have to or else 😅 

Y/n: Next thing you know I was on the floor something landed on me as I looked up I saw a boy with a scar on his face but his face was in my chest I screamed while he pulled his face of there and started to laugh sorry sorry 

Um can you get off please 

He got up then kid helped me started screaming at him he was calling him a bunch of names 

As I looked at him he laughed introducing himself as luffy 

I nervously laughed nice to meet you 

I guess hehe 

Kid snarled and told him to watch it 

While dragging me away 

I looked back at luffy and I say bye nice to see you 

Skip

It was lunch time I got my food as I went back to my room aka cell I started handing them out to everyone around me they all thank

Me 

Kid looked at me it to much food and they aren’t strong enough to do heavy lifting so I try to help as much as I can 

Heheh 

They all call me princess though hahha I kind like it while blushing 

Skip 

As night time came around I was next to Kidd sleepy Kidd sama told me to lay down and sleep I said no what if it’s like before I won’t let it happen I’m here 

I agreed so I lay down resting my head on his lap he took of his coat and layed it on me 

It was so warm so cozy I fell asleep in no time 

Skip

Kid talking to y/n about a plan  skip plan 

Blah 

Kidd sama was able to escape from here with out getting caught he told me to jsut stay in place he just needed to find killer he promised me he be back so I have to have faith in him as I was going on my day passing out my food to who needs them I didn’t know luffy was watching me doing this 

But as I was handing out my last bit of food I felt a pain go through my scalp 

Listen here you mutt your going to tell me where ur little boyfriend is 

He gone and I know you know 

I looked at him I spit on him and called him fucking stupid of you think I’ll tell  he got mad  he told his other coworkers to get the water I got kinda worried like why does he need water 💦 for cause next thing I know he got a call from the phone I got kinda worried 

Then he started to laugh and told him to bring them we got a fun little date plan I’m now scared  he looked at me guess what we found ur precious hahah now time for the fun 

Now you all little shit this is what happens when you plan an escape or desive us 

They tide me to a place as I was hanging upside down below me was a pool of water ,

as the leader was screaming at me to make me tell where kid was like I’ll tell as he got sick and tired of me not saying anything next think I knew I was getting ducked in the water as I was trying to hold my breath as much as I can .

as I was getting back to get the air I saw the lm dragging in kid-Sama aswell as a guy with bandages over his face laughing, and I scream out for kid-sama , as kid turned to see the state I was in he got angry screaming mad at what they where doing to his partner and his woman .

then they put in the same position at me

and there was water at the bottom then I saw Kid-sama and the other man they where in the same place as me 

The leader was interrogating me but I wasn’t budging but the longer he kept me under water there I almost passed out more then once

All I heard was screams” stop please stop “ from multiple voices

Y/n: please don’t go to sleep please 

And I was barely out from the water back in I was just as fast , I was barely able to breathe he dunked me in in I saw kid scream but i couldn’t hear anything as I was drifting into unconsciousness next thing I know the pool broke and I was on the floor coughing up the water and I felt Kid- sama and the other man go on top of me while also coughing saying thank you to who I don’t know as I was trying to  catch my breath  as I was catching up my breather I called out for Kid-sama 

I’m here as I was getting up kid took my restraints off and then he started to check me everywhere I started to laugh and told him I’m fine heheh 

This is killer 

As I looked at another giant i reached up cause his face was covered in bandages 

Are you hurt 

He shook his head no 

And I smiled and said good 

Hehe nice to finally meet you Killer sama , kid-Sama never shut up about you hehhe 

As luffy and gramps where talking about the plan 

Kid didn’t wanted do it but I told him we should 

Okay we are in 

Heheh 

After we escape prison we went as out plan 

As we where walking I was on killer shoulder since I was tired 

And me being me I was telling them how the first thing I want to do it go out shopping I know it’s dumb but I just want to go out and shop for new clothes, for shoes , for food is that a dumb dream to have 

They stopped walking and I was scared for a second I’m sorry if that was asking for to much you don’t have to do that for me it haha a silly dream hahah 

Kidd : I promise you I’ll get you so much outfit I’ll buy you whole store if it makes you happy , we will go shopping for food if it makes you happy we promise you we will do anything you ask us to . 

Ask I looked up to her 

Veronica I started to tear up and I was just so happy so happy I couldn’t contain myself I started to thank them 

Killer : let’s go to the ship first and see if the other members are fine

Kidd : right 

I’m sorry if my one shot is everywhere , I’m still learning to write ✍️ please don’t be so mean to me I’ll take pointers aswell I hope you enjoyed!

Also please check out the remake I did of this part so please go check out the edited version please and tell me how it is!! Thank you so much

[eowyn-igneelcheshire]

I spent about two hours answering these questions as best I could, so here's my answers:

Picture a wedding. Any wedding even in a fantasy context.

Arwen in a long lilac dress and Aragorn in the exact same clothes he wore at his coronation crown and all standing hand in hand in front of a beautiful overgrown archway.

What does someone mean when they say “The Bible”? 

I usually imagine the Mormon Bible first but I have no idea what’s actually in it. I just picture a black book with “The Bible” in gold letters on the cover.

When is New Year’s? 

Everyone around me celebrates on January 1st but I keep forgetting it exists. I don’t know when New Year’s is for other cultures. When I start living on my own and therefore don’t have people to remind me of holidays I’m probably just gonna go with the first bloom in spring signifying the new year because time and dates don’t entirely register in my brain.

What does a religious service look like? 

I first pictured a mosque, then a Mormon church but specifically one with a low ceiling and weird lighting, then I pictured a group of people around a bonfire.

What do people look like when they’re praying on their own? 

I first pictured someone kneeling with their forehead pressed against the ground, then someone clasping their hands and kneeling, then myself laying on my back in bed with my hands balled in fists and pressing against my forehead in an attempt to get my thoughts to focus so I can figure out what the fuck to say while I’m crying because I’m having a meltdown and desperately trying to ask either Hypnos or Thanatos to help me.

Do you find the concept of being culturally a member of a religion you don’t, as far as you can tell, practice or believe in, weird?

Sort of? Mainly because it’s not a culture I’ve strongly identified with anyways. I wouldn’t really mind celebrating a religious holiday if I was invited by friends or family who are part of that culture, but I’m not going to celebrate something like Easter or Hanukkah on my own.

Is there fundamentally a good-evil dichotomy? 

No.

What does repentance/atonement entail -and what requires it? 

I honestly have no idea.

What does the word “religion” mean to you? 

I don’t know the answer to this either. I guess whatever a person says (genuinely, not as a “____ is my religion” kind of joke) is their religion then that’s their religion.

What is the opposite of religion? 

I don’t even have a solid definition for religion… When a person says they don’t have a religion I guess?

Do you assume that your definition is universal and applicable to others?

Universal? Probably not. Applicable to others? Well it’s incredibly vague so maybe????

Do your ideas and concepts about religion exist in English, or do they only really exist in another language?

I’m honestly not entirely sure what this question is supposed to mean. It’s my idea on religion and English is the only language I speak.

What is the honorable and good way to bury someone who has died, and to mourn their passing? What is the language of death? What makes a death good or bad? How is the body treated? What are the ritual, sacred, cultural, practical, ethical traditions around death?

I mean I personally would preserve the heart and bones (especially the skull), because I think it would help me to have some part of that person I can hold when I miss them, then burn the rest and either throw the ashes into the wind or make something out of them. I’m not entirely sure what they mean by the language of death. I don’t think there’s such a thing as a “good death” or a “bad death,” I think there’s a tragic death, but that’s entirely subjective and depends things like if they were happy when they died, if they had major goals left unfinished, if they were depressed, if they died lonely, if they died doing something they loved, etc.. I’ve already described what I’d do with the body, I haven’t figured out the ritual part yet.

What are the legal particulars that evolved into the marriage ceremony you imagine as the default? How is that marriage celebrated? What IS marriage, and who has authority over it?

Marriage is a mutual bond between two (or more, if people would just let poly couples get married!!!) legal adults. I don’t really have a default ceremony in mind, just whatever the people getting married want to do. Marriage is celebrated however the people involved want to celebrate it. Legally it’s whatever the law says is a marriage, socially if two (or more) people have what they consider to be a wedding and then say they’re married, then they’re married.

How does someone come into this world? How is their coming celebrated, before and after the actual birth? How is their name chosen? What names are off limits? How many names do they get? When are the names used? What do they mean?How do they honor family?How do they become a part of the community?

A person comes into this world by exiting a uterus. I’m sure they meant the religious explanation but I don’t have one so that’s what I’ve got. I don’t know much about how the people around me celebrate births. I know some people have baby showers before the birth, but I have no idea what kind of celebrations happen after aside from the child’s first birthday. The parent(s) usually pick the name as far as I’m aware? I don’t know of any names being off limits, I know numbers aren’t allowed in names (Elon Musk….). They get as many names as the parent’s give them? Usually only the first and last names are used day-to-day unless they go by something else like their middle name, but sometimes people full-name their kids when they’re in trouble. I don’t fully understand the “what do they mean” question. I don’t think people exist to honor anybody except themselves. Children are automatically part of the community until they get old enough to consciously separate themselves from it. 

As someone ages, how will they pass through meaningful, institutionalized rites of passage? When are they responsible? When are they an adult?

I don’t understand the rites of passage part… The only thing I can think of is starting school, moving from elementary to middle school, from middle school to high school, and from high school to either a job or college or both. I don’t fully understand the “when are they responsible” part either. Legally 18 is when you become an adult in America, but personally I think it should be 20 both because being a teenager AND an adult is weird to me and because I am 18 now and I do not feel ready for adulthood.

What is the relationship between humanity and nature? The relationship between humanity and the earth? What is our position in the natural world? What rights do we have or not have, what duties do we have or not have?

Humans are animals, we are and always will be part of nature. The sooner we recognize that the sooner we can get our shit together and stop destroying the one place we can survive. We’re like deer but worse because deer have wolves to keep them in check. I don’t understand the rights part but our duty to the planet is to not fucking destroy the planet.

What is your view about the occult? Your concept of angels, demons, and the devil? What do magic, divination, and astrology look like to you?

I’m a pagan witch. I think all things from all religions (including angels, demons, and the devil) exist just maybe not in the way certain religions think they do, like the Abrahamic God does exist but isn’t the only god. “Magic” is incredibly vague, it doesn’t work the way different movies, games, or book series depict it (you can’t cast fireball irl), but it does exist and it takes many different forms. Divination is something I haven’t explored in my practice yet so I can’t say what it looks like, but astrology is mostly bullshit except as like a basic guide or something. Your zodiac sign doesn’t determine what kind of person you’re going to be, but if you do fit some of the boxes it can help you figure out where to start looking in terms of what people or jobs you’re likely to be compatible with (AGAIN!! DOES NOT DETERMINE ANYTHING ABOUT YOU OR OTHERS!!! IT’S JUST A SORT OF DECENT TOOL!!! LET ME REPEAT THAT. IT IS A TOOL!!!!!).

What ubiquitous symbols exist in your culture? What phrases and idioms do you use to convey meaning beyond the explicit? Do you use these without thinking about their origin?

I don’t understand what any of this means.

How is the year celebrated? What seasons are given special honor, and why? What themes are strong enough to provoke holidays and observances? What ARE those holidays and observances? 

I don’t understand any of this either… I know spring, autumn, and winter are full of holidays here in the US, I’m not entirely sure about spring or winter but autumn is harvest season for a lot of crops so I can understand there being holidays around then. I don’t fully understand the last two questions.

What holidays do you consider “religious,” “secular,” or “national?” How do you observe them? What rights do you feel you have around them - do you have the right not to work on certain days, and why those days? Do you have the right to celebrate them publicly, even in a government supposedly separated from religion, and what gives you that right?

Religious holidays I know of right of the top of my head are Easter, Christmas, Hanukkah, and I think Halloween though I don’t remember what exactly it was for and it seems to have been rejected by many Christians for being a pagan holiday despite the fact that it is in fact Christian, it just shares roots with a Celtic pagan (or wiccan, not entirely sure which, people are still using the two interchangeably) holiday. Samhain, I believe, is what the holiday is called. It’s still celebrated by pagans and/or wiccans today. I think everyone should have the right to publicly celebrate their religious holidays, especially if the government is separate from religion (not sure why the question was worded like that?? Having a government separate from religion just means the government can’t celebrate religious holidays, not that the people can’t). As for having the right to not work on holidays, if it’s a holiday you’re religiously not supposed to work during then fuck yeah you should have the right not to work.

What IS prayer? How does one do it? Does it matter or make a difference? What is it’s intention? 

I personally don’t have a specific definition of prayer or how to do it, though I know plenty of religions do. I’m not sure what the third question means. The intention is dependent on the situation as far as I know.

How much do you know about the culture, beliefs, history, traditions, and oppressions of different religious groups? How much do you know about your own group, or the dominant group in your country? 

I don’t know how much I don’t know about anything until I learn something new, so I can’t say exactly how much I know about other religions. I know I haven’t bothered to learn much about the Mormon religion since I decided to leave it, and I know I still have more to learn about paganism since I’ve only fairly recently adopted those beliefs. An older witch and fellow pagan once told me that we create our own practices and our own mythologies, so I know that even if I come to know my own beliefs perfectly inside and out, that doesn’t mean I know everything about the beliefs of others.

Looking at the entire list, do you expect other people to have similar answers as you? Why?

I know not everyone thinks the same thing as me, but I imagine there’s at least one person in the world who shares some of my answers. Even if my view is one in a million, there’s still far more than a million people in the world.

Here's the blank version of the google doc I typed this up in if anyone's interested in doing this themselves: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZFxylYPIPok37W4RlZrGYRiI01VtKjHBNkPn87nFcQU/pub

the thing folks living in Christian dominant cultures gotta realize is that even if you’re not Christian, your basic understanding of religion and spirituality and morality is still being filtered through a Christian lens. your very concept of what religion is and does is filtered through that lens.

[sagesparrow394]

BUSTS OPEN YOUR DOOR OH MY GOSH DUDE!!! THIS CHAPTER EEEEEE THE DRAMA THE TEA IS PIPING FUCKING HOT FOR REAL...... the whole band figured it out but not that that's his ex and therefore juanaflippa's other parent... mans gonna fucking DIE when they find out im so rfreaking nervous to see how mariana reacts but ngl i think he'll be elated to know shes a mom (and therefore charlie will throw up again)... the shenanigans of charlie's acid reflux issues. i guess winding up in the hospital is genetic or something - HE WAS TEARING UP AUGHHHH SHAKING AND CRYING!!!!! your writing is so good dude! also sorry to be a bug but do you have any suggestions for keeping up writing motivation? gods know i lack it haha

Heheheeee writing this chapter for me was like

Hm, it feels like not a lot has actually happened in it. But it’s very important for setting up a lot of little important details :) some throw away bits of dialogue and narration that may suddenly have more relevance later :))) and that’s all I’ll say :)))))

V excited for the next chapter, my daughter will finally be there 💚🩷💛 I have a very sweet scene with Flippa and Charlie planned already

As for motivation… I wish I could offer advice. Fun fact about me, I have only ever finished one multi chapter fic I’ve ever written, which is a very old one on an abandoned fanfiction.net account. Praying that my fixation on this fic lasts long for me to finish-

Tbh tho my best advice is to find that idea that you just get so excited over you can’t stop thinking about it, and make a plan. Planning can be boring, but having even a rough mental map of how it’s going to go makes it so much easier to write. There’s been too many times I’ve rushed in with just ideas for the universe/characters and not the actual plot. Shocker, I got writers block and gave up lmao

I honestly do think I’ll finish igilyfts because I have all the main plot points planned already, and I’m really excited for a lot of the later ones. If I never got to them, I would be sad. I guess that’s what it boils down to. Plan late stage stuff that it would frustrate you to never share, so you push through the rest of the fic out of spite lmao

[pankowperfection]

Taking what's mine

Summary: JJ gets tired of your teasing, taking matters into his own hands

Warnings: smut, bondage, CNC, dub-con, JJ's dirty mouth, slight degradation, spanking, choking, oral (male & fem receiving), orgasm denial, rough sex, 18+

Another summer night, another bonfire party filled with drunk girls throwing themselves at me. But the only girl I'm interest in is y/n. She's been teasing me for weeks, eyeing me like a predator watching its prey at every single party.

She's wearing those shorts that she knows drive me crazy, barely covering her delicious ass. She makes her way over to me, throwing her legs over my lap as she leans in to kiss my cheek.

"Hi J. You look so good in this green shirt, just thought you should know." She pulls back and god I want to wipe that smirk off her face. Her manicured nails rake down over my chest to my abs, my dick stirring to life in my shorts at her proximity and her touch.

"Is that right princess? Good enough for you to finally make a move?"

What she does next surprises me, positioning herself on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. Before I can question what she's doing she's kissing me, her perfect lips moving against mine and making my head spin.

I circle one arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against me as the other winds into her hair, angling her head so I can deepen the kiss. When my tongue pushes into her mouth she moans, tugging on my hair roughly and making me even harder than before.

It's over as quick as it starts. She pulls away, climbing off of me and straightening out her hair. "Come on y/n, enough with the teasing. Let me take you home." I push to my feet, trying to grab a hold of her hand but she slips through my fingers once again, just like the sand on the beach.

"Sorry J, not tonight. Gotta get home before my parents do." She blows me a kiss, turning and walking up the beach towards her car. Little does show know I'm tired of this cat and mouse game. If she wants me to chase her, I will. Let's just hope she likes what happens when I catch her.

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I wait in my truck until all the lights are out in the house, wanting to make sure I won't be interrupted. I quietly climb the tree outside of her window, grinning to myself when I find it already open to let the cool ocean breeze blow inside.

She looks so pretty, sprawled out mostly on her stomach with her legs spread wide, silently inviting me to come closer. I slip my bandana off my neck, tip toeing to the edge of her bed and praying she's not a light sleeper. I wrap the material around her wrists, securing them together behind her back.

"Oh you're mine now sweetheart."

Excitement floods through me at all the possibilities. She shifts onto her back, giving me the perfect view of her barely covered tits and I can't help the rush of blood below my belt. I make myself comfortable between her thighs, dragging my fingers over her smooth skin. She stirs slightly, shifting to try to get closer to my hand and I know I'm in for a fun night.

My hands make their way under her poor excuse of a tank top, massaging each breast before starting to tease her nipples. My lips press softly against her upper thigh and she moans, eyes starting to open as I make my way closer to her soaking pussy.

Before she has time to process I lean down, pulling her shorts to the side and licking a stripe from her hole to her clit. Her hips buck but I force them down, holding them open with my hands as I start to run my tongue through her folds as slowly as I can.

"JJ? What are you doing? Why am I tied up?" She starts to thrash around, trying to get free but its no use. I easily hold her down, sponging kisses all around her pussy but not quite where she wants it.

"You see princess, I'm really tired of you of you getting me all hot and bothered then slipping away. So now I'm gonna take what I want."

I sit up on my knees, pulling of the green shirt she apparently loves so much and throwing it behind me. Her eyes rake down over my body, pupils blown with lust as she gets an up close look at me. My shorts and boxers follow after, her gaze locked on my hard on as I start to stroke myself.

"Wait J, please, no. I don't want this. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."

I crawl back over her body, settling between her pretty thighs once again as I drag my fingers through her slit.

"Is that so? Then why are you so wet for me baby? Pussy doesn't lie, and yours is begging for me right now."

When I tap her glistening hole with my tip she shivers, trying hard not to look like she wants it even though her body is screaming for me to fill her.

"J please," she pleads and it just makes me want her more.

"Shhh. This isn't the part where you beg me. Not yet."

I just barely press inside, only giving her the tip and loving how her eyes roll into the back of her head.

"Try to be quiet. Wouldn't want your parents to find me in your bed and see what a kinky little slut you are, would you?"

I can't wait anymore. I snap my hips forward, filling her to the brim in one go, forcing me to bite my own lip hard to hold in the loud moan from feeling her hot walls wrapped around me.

She's squeezing me like a fucking vice grip, my abs tensing as I struggle to control myself. The idea was to torture her like she's tortured me, not go crazy in the first few minutes and fuck her into oblivion.

"Feel what you do to me sweetheart?"

I rock forward slightly, grazing her sweet spot and making her groan, her walls clenching down on me even tighter.

My hand finds her throat and I squeeze lightly, her eyes flying open to meet mine as I start to fuck her slow and deep.

"This is for all those times you teased me but didn't do anything to help. All those times I had to make myself cum with my own hand to the thought of you."

My pace gets faster, her tits bouncing deliciously in front of me as I fill her again and again. My free hand toys with her nipples, twisting each one as she arches her back under me. When I feel her walls fluttering I force myself to stop, pulling out and watching the frustration wash over her features at being denied her high.

"What the hell J? I was almost there."

I chuckle, rolling her to her stomach and pulling her hips up until her ass is high in the air for me. I can't resist the temptation, landing a sharp smack to her left cheek that instantly starts to redden.

"You think after weeks of torturing me I'm gonna let you cum that easily? No princess. You wanna cum, you're gonna have to beg me."

I push in slowly this time, watching closely as each inch disappears. She moans so loud the neighbors probably hear her, forcing me to wrap my hand over her mouth as her back meets my chest. "What did I say about being quiet?"

This angle is deeper, her moans growing in frequency as she works to meet my thrusts. I start kissing her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot and sucking a deep bruise into her flawless skin, claiming my territory.

My other hand finds her clit, rubbing in soft circles that have her trembling in my arms. "J please, I need to cum." I feel her tensing, her wetness seeping down her thighs, forcing me to slow my thrusts down to once again deny her.

"Sorry princess, only good girls get to cum and I don't think you've learned your lesson yet."

I reposition us once again, laying down on my back and pulling her to sit over my face. As I drag my fingers up her inner thigh she leans forward, coming to rest on my abs with my cock in her face. She takes the lead, sticking out her tongue and flicking it over the tip.

"Jesus baby. That's it, suck my cock and maybe I'll let you cum this time."

She makes quick work of my length, sucking me deep into the back of her throat and humming around me. God her mouth is like heaven, my balls already tightening at the feeling of her tongue tracing my shaft.

When my fingers tease her entrance once again she moans, the vibrations making my toes curl. I plunge two inside, setting a fast pace as my tongue works over her clit. The more of me she takes the more I give her, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue.

She grows more desperate, throwing her hips back into my face as I replace my fingers with my tongue. Her head bobs faster, sucking me as hard as she can while her tongue massages my dick. She hollows her cheeks, giving me all she's got and earning what she wants. My balls tighten before I release, coating her tongue with my cum.

My moans push her over the edge, her thighs clamping down on my head as I continue to tongue fuck her through it. She lets me go with a pop, pressing kisses to my v lines as we both come down. I reach up to untie her wrists, rolling her off of me before leaning down to kiss her again.

This time is softer, my anger and annoyance gone after getting to take my frustrations out on her body. She wraps herself around me, pulling me on top of her while her hands push into my hair. "Fuck y/n, you'll be the death of me." She smirks, rolling her hips up to nudge at my already half hard dick. "Shut up and fuck me again JJ, I want to touch you this time."

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[trulytiredhermit]

Alright, hear me out on this one.

So i was thinking, what if the reader still wore their uniform? Like the uniform that they use to go to school? Like a PE uniform or still the normal Monday to Thursday uniform.

And then while they wore their uniform, they still had their ID ( assuming that they have one ) and their bag.

..and I'm silently hoping that none of them would go through-- alright i just jinxed it didn't i.

Hmm I had to think about this one.

Because I for one never had to deal with wearing a uniform when going to school. And I’m assuming since Reader has a school uniform then they probably went to a private school of some kind.

So I’m gonna assume Reader’s uniform is the typical white button down shirt, vest, blazer, and a pair of nice pants, white socks, nice shoes.

And as you said they’d have their student ID (most likely on a lanyard of some kind) and their school bag that definitely has their textbooks, notebooks, laptop in it.

Aka all things that probably aren’t built to really be running around a forest/over land with.

So when the Reader meets the Chain things are probably gonna be a little weird.

Given how Reader is dressed the Chain’s going to be quite curious about Reader. They wouldn’t have seen clothes such as theirs before.

Likewise Reader is thinking they’ve somehow been throw into a Ren fair or something.

Their first meeting would probably go something like:

“What are you wearing?”

“What are you wearing?”

After things get explained and everyone gets over their internal panic (aka mainly Reader, bestie is NOT gonna be sound of mind for a few days while dealing with everything) I feel like Sky and Warriors would be the most understanding of Reader going to school and wearing a uniform.

Y’know since Sky went to the Knight academy and Warriors I’m sure went to some form of a Knight academy too (I’ve really gotta check out a play through of his game). And in then they probably had to deal with wearing the academy uniforms.

Every member of the Chain would find the modern school system really interesting, but many would point out the impracticality of Reader clothes 😂

“How are you supposed to fight or travel great distances in this?”

“You don’t. I’m only supposed to travel the length to my classes and pray to god it doesn’t rip because this shit’s expensive.”

The Chain be baffled. These clothes are expensive!? They aren’t even magical!

And we haven’t even gotten to what’s in Reader’s bag.

Y’all ever seen Lord of The Rings with Gollum and the one ring? His precious? Yeah, that’s Reader with their bag.

Their textbooks? Fricken expensive, Reader isn’t gonna lose them to some stupid pig demon because the dude got a little stabby.

Their laptop? Over Reader’s cold dead body. You know expensive that is? Not to mention all the essays and homework they have on it.

Their notebooks? Those are filled to the brim with notes and things they need to know for upcoming tests. Handwritten notes that Reader has had to scramble to write down because the professors flips through the slides so fast.

Yeah, Reader is gonna go ape shit on ANYONE or ANYTHING that gets near their stuff.

Needles to say if the Chain is curious about anything of Reader’s they’ve got to have Reader’s supervision when looking at things.

Reader is like a hawk with their possessions. If they had to bring their stuff with them, they’re sleeping with that stuff tucked into their arms like they’re cuddling a giant teddy bear.

Their uniform has been neatly put into a separate bag (because let’s be honest, their uniform isn’t made for the Links’s worlds and Reader isn’t going to want to get it dirty or ripped).

Over time Reader would probably trust Legend the most with their stuff. And sad to say, but they’d probably trust Wild and Wind the least.

“I can look after your stuff too [Name]!”

“Wild I just watched you break that sword and shield.”

“I was fighting bokoblins! It was bound to break!”

“It was a new sword and you broke it cause you slipped and smashed it against a rock.”

“… well that one wasn’t technically my fault. Technically it was the rock that broke it.”

“… you broke your shield by shield surfing over a spikey rock that I warned you about.”

“…”

[shivapvoid]

COHERENT ENOUGH TO TALK ABOUT THIS NOW

obviously major Drakengard 3 spoilers below.

i just love that the singer's voice - Chihiro Onitsuka - is so low and raspy in this. It's not high like Zero's normal voice or her voice (that being her scream) during Intoner Mode.

Now, since the song itself is written in both Japanese and English, I can't really parse what exactly the Japanese lyrics mean exactly but I hope the English translation comes close to it. I got it from the wiki. This is gonna get quite long so buckle up. For good measure here is the song itself so you can listen to it!

Japanese - English Translation

私に見えるのは - What I envision before me: 遠い　遠い　過去の渕 - The abyss of the far, distant past 私に見えるのは - What I envision before me: ひどく　ひどく　凍えた眼 - Those horrible, terribly frozen eyes 私に見えるのは - What I envision before me: そっと　覚醒(めざめ)た羊の夢 - The dream of a gently woken lamb 私に見えるのは - What I envision before me, before me: 雑音の狭間(はざま)　揺りかご - The space between noise, a cradle 誰にもこの肌には届かない - No one can reach this skin 雑音の狭間(はざま)　揺りかご　緋の跡 - The space between noise, a cradle, blood-red scars

When the song opens with the glockenspiel (or at least i think its the glockenspiel, can't be sure.) Its a simple melody that repeats throughout the song's entirety. But what we're talking about is the lyrics, not the song structure (and although I would love to talk about it I just don't know enough theory for me to grasp any of what's going on in here.)

I think this verse is talking about Zero's past - her regrets during life. I'm pretty sure the fourth line is talking about Michael, whom she still mourns over. She has nightmares of him in Drakengard 3!

It really feels more like a poem - less of a song. The music is there, but its only really supporting Chihiro Onitsuka's throaty voice.

Now, onto the English verses.

THIS TATTOO THIS THIS PREVIEW THIS HEARTBEAT 沈黙の最中(さなか)よ - Oh, Midst the silence WHERE IS MY GEAR? WHERE WHERE ARE MY STAIRS? WHERE IS HEARTBEAT? THIS SILENCE IS MINE THIS THIS SILENCE

These verses really feel like Zero is screaming all her feelings out. She's relishing the silence that comes with the Flower finally gone from her. (I don't really know what the stairs lyric means? Maybe a stair to heaven?)

私が祈るとき - When I pray, それは熱を帯びる - It becomes hot to touch 私が叫ぶとき - When I scream, それは　それは　声を奪う - It, it strips me of my voice 私が生きるとき - When I live, それは　乱れ舞い　放つの如く - It sets off into a distorted, crazy dance

Now this part is most definitely talking about the Flower. It controls Zero's every aspect of life, she uses it to fight - to live, even unwillingly. When she got executed, the Flower refused to let her die. She almost dies throughout Drakengard 3's story but the Flower keeps her living.

What I really find interesting is the "It strips me of my voice" line. When you activate Intoner Mode in Drakengard 3, Zero discards her weapon entirely and fights bare-handed with magic claws conjured by the Flower. But that's not the interesting part. The interesting part is that she screams when you activate Intoner Mode. It's a wind-up to activate The Flower's Song, like what Five, Four, Three, and Two do. (It's called Intoner Interruption!)

And the music just goes ballistic. It speeds up, adds a dub-step quality to it, and the lyrics are so jumbled that you can't even hear what her Song is saying.

THIS TATTOO THIS THIS SCREW THIS HEARTBEAT 灯りと正義よ - Oh, light and justice WHERE IS MY GEAR? WHERE WHERE IS MY CHOIR? WHERE IS MY HEARTBEAT? THIS SILENCE THIS SILENCE

I think these lines are talking about her disciples? I think she came to care for them, at the end. I think she's lamenting the lack of justice on how her life turned out. And with the second-last line of "WHERE IS MY HEARTBEAT?", I honestly think that she wants nothing more than to live with Mikhail, but she can't. Because the Flower is in her, and she can only live with it until either the world ends or she dies.

悲しみを捨てて - I will throw away my sadness, 心を失って - And lose my heart, 想��を犯して - Even violate my thoughts, 先に行ければ　ああ　それでいい - If I can move forward, Ahh, then fine

This is definitely talking about Branch D's ending. Where she turns into the Flower, and Mikhail has to fight her in order to save the world and finally end Zero's life.

身体が囁く　囁く　囁く　囁く　囁く - My body whispers, whispers, whispers, whispers, whispers… (your symphony is never-ending)

Similarly, also Branch D's ending.

THIS TATTOO THIS THIS PREVIEW THIS HEARTBEAT 沈黙の最中(さなか)よ - Oh, Midst the silence WHERE IS MY GEAR? WHERE WHERE ARE MY STAIRS? WHERE IS HEARTBEAT? THIS SILENCE IS MINE THIS THIS SILENCE

It's the same as the chorus before this, but after this, the song slowly winds down until one last whisper.

THIS SILENCE IS MINE

I have no words. I don't. Zero is triumphant over the Flower. She's free, and she can finally, finally rest. Her silence, her song, her voice, her body, its all utterly hers.

goughhh thinking about this silence is mine. my brain is mush rn so i cant really think correctly about it but it shows zero's emotions so clearly it really breaks my heart. plus the title???? im gonna go insane

[divinemare]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

ACOTAR ONE SHOTS: Azriel

summary: inspired by lost on you by lp

warnings: none

✧. ┊   

The Inner Circle was conflicted. On one side, they knew they couldn’t sneak out of the House of Wind without him finding out, but for the other, that seemed like a much easier option than to tell Azriel the truth. Morrigan insisted she’d be the one to tell him the truth, maybe that way he wouldn’t take everything so harshly, Feyre wanted to go tell him as well, for Azriel wouldn’t lose it with his High Lady. Cassian argued it should be him and Rhys to go speak with him, since they were his brothers and they had been by his side when all had went down. Amren and Nesta were absolutely over it, Nesta just wanted to go at once, get a good drunk night. Elain…well, Elain had already fallen asleep in a couch with Nyx in her arms, the little winged baby drooled over his aunts arm.

“Rhys! We’re gonna miss it, can we please get over this and we all go tell to him,” Morrigan complained, stressed they would miss the show.

“Tell who what?” As if called upon, Azriel came down the stairs with furrowed eyebrows, surveying all his friends ones he reached the bottom. “You’re all dressed up, where are you going?”

They all looked at each other, before Mor took the advantage of word and took a step closer to him, her eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“Az we…uhm, we were just thinking how to tell you, don’t think we wouldn’t have done so, but…”

“But, she’s here,” Rhysand said when his cousin ran out of words.

Azriel’s face paled, tightening, they all saw his throat swallow harshly and took a deep breath in.

“She…she?” He asked, his voice trying hard not to shake.

“Yes, Az, she. She came to me a couple of days ago, asked me if she could come back, work at Rita’s again. I couldn’t say no, Az, I’m sorry,” Rhysand had been feeling a huge guilt all those couple of days, thinking he should have spoken with his brother first, but the female had done nothing wrong, she was still his friend, a member of his family, and seeing her again had made him really happy.

“No it’s…ok. She’s singing at Rita’s tonight, isn’t she?” That would explain why they were all dressed up, and why Nesta and Amren looked like they wanted to throw themselves over the stairs to get out as fast as possible.

“Yes,” the High Lord nodded.

“I’ll go,” without another word, before any of them could try to stop him, he disappeared into his shadows, and minutes later, came back in better leathers.

They would not try to stop him, so they could only pray the night wouldn’t turn out to be a mess while they winnowed and flew away their favorite place in Velaris.

Azriel’s heart beat rapidly all the way, thinking that, after nearly a century, he would see her again. He thought about her constantly, he regretted everything constantly, he blamed himself constantly. It had been his fault, he had ruined everything, why had he even thought of coming? That she would forgive him?

𓆩♡𓆪

Celesta looked at everyone gathered around the stage from behind the curtains. There were so many people, drinking laughing and gambling. The place filled her with an underwhelming feeling of melancholy, but security, too. It had been so long since she performed on a stage, for this many people, in this very place.

She was infinitely grateful to Rhysand for letting her come back, even after everything that had happened, Celesta wouldn’t had been surprised if he decided to take sides, even if it would have hurt her deeply, after all, he had been her friend, close friends for centuries, but Azriel was his brother. Azriel, the Spymaster of Night Court. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him in all those 70 years, of course she had, a thousand songs were witness of that. Then again, after all those decades, she still couldn’t say she hated him. She could never hate him, that’s what hurt her the most.

She was happy, still, that she at least had her friends back, Rhysand had promised to go see her in her first performance with Cassian and Mor and Amren, he told her Morrigan had cried a river when he told her she was back, Cassian had started singing for hours “practicing to be the loudest fan in all her crowd”, he had said, and Amren, well, Amren had tried not to smile, but that he knew she was glad to have her back, too. He wanted to introduce her to the female that “had saved his life”, in the very literal sense. Celesta had heard about Feyre Cursebreaker, of course, who hadn’t at this point? And she was more than excited to meet the female that had saved not only her world, but her family, too. And of course, meet the sister that had captured Cassian’s big heart. Lady Death was certainly an interesting title. But they weren’t there, and she was merely minutes away from getting out on stage, and she wondered if maybe, thinking about having her friends there in her first night had been too much, considering the fact that their situations weren’t the easiest or most comfortable, even if she knew they still loved her and she loved them too. There was too much history behind them.

“Are you ready, dear?” Rita adverted her attention from the crowd and her thoughts out of the dark hole they were getting into.

She smiled tightly, she had come back here, to Velaris, knowing perfectly fine it was going to be difficult, but she did it nonetheless, so it was time to take a deep breath and claim her decisions.

“Yes, I think I am,” Rita smiled wildly, and hugged her with a happy sob.

When Rhys had come with her to ask Rita if she could take her back, the female had not giving it one thought before saying yes. “How could I ever say no to the most beautiful voice in all Prythian,” had been her exact words.

“Go out there, my dear, and remind all of them who’s the queen of melodies,” Celesta laughed at the nickname, and took a deep breath in.

“I will,” she smiled when they stoped holding each other.

Rita went out again to give her her last minutes alone before getting out on stage, she heard the instruments being prepared, and then, Rita’s voice announcing her. She closed her eyes, absorbed all those applauses and screams of yearning, and so she took a last deep breath, and opened her eyes with a wide grin on her lips to move the curtains and be spotted by blinding lights. Fae screamed and clapped, making her smile grow wider. Oh, how she had missed the feeling of being the center of the world, everyone jumping on their feet, holding on their seats to hear her sing.

“Well, well, it looks like you have missed me very much,” the public screamed in agreement, and she laughed charmingly. “I’ve missed you too! So why don’t we celebrate this reunion the way only we know how to party!” More and more screams filled her ears with pleasure.

The instruments then started playing, she knew every member of the band, they had played for centuries together, and it had taken only a few rehearsals to connect with each other again. She started moving at the rhythm of the music, absorbing every melody into her very veins, her entire body responded to the sounds with pleasure, almost trembling at the anticipation of the words coming out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, and let the music take everything else away.

“When you get older, plainer, saner,

Will you remember all the danger we came from?

Burning like embers, falling tender,

Long before the days of no surrender, years ago.

And will you know?”

She had wrote that song at least 6 decades ago, it had been of the ones to hurt her the most, so she had buried it deep in a box full of other heartbreaking letters and never touched it again.

Until a week ago, when the song had called to her, burned in her tongue to be sang for the first time. So she complied, and there she was, putting every feeling she had felt buried out in the world.

“So smoke 'em if you got 'em

'Cause it's going down.

All I ever wanted was you.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw her friends in a corner, Cassian and Mor screamed harder than anyone else while dancing with drinks in their hands, and Rhysand smiled warmly and proudly at her with a female besides him that moved hypnotized by her voice. Amren was sat besides another female who looked very similar to the one besides Rhys, Cassian pulled her in his arms to start dancing with her, and they moved together. She smiled wildly, looking directly at them and winking before returning her attention to the rest of the public.

“I'll never get to heaven

'Cause I don't know how.

Let's raise a glass or two.”

She got her lungs ready for the explosion, closed her eyes and felt the burning in her chest of emotions and pain that amplified every word she sang out.

“To all the things I've lost on you, ooh-oh,

Tell me: Are they lost on you? Ooh-oh,

Just that you could cut me loose, ooh-oh

After everything I've lost on you,

Is that lost on you?”

She brought back all the feelings that had destroyed her 70 years ago, making sure to pierce every listening heart, and when she opened her eyes and saw all the pained, understanding, and emotive faces, she knew she was accomplishing just that.

“Ooh-oh, ooh

Is that lost on you?

Ooh-oh

Baby, is that lost on you?

Is that lost on you?”

She felt it then, a look so deep and dark it made her whole body feel like liquide. She looked around the place desperately, looking for whatever was making her feel like her very insides were about to explode but found nothing more than darkness. She swallowed hard, and focused those burning feelings in her every words.

“Wish that I could see the machinations

Understand the toil of expectations in your mind.

Hold me like you never lost your patience

Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time,

And you're still mine.”

The feeling intensified, and she focused hardly in the darkness of every corner, she knew the feeling perfectly, she just wasn’t ready to admit, not until she truly saw it.

“So smoke 'em if you got 'em

'Cause it's going down.

All I ever wanted was you,”

As she sang those words, the shadows twisted in one corner near where her friends were dancing, crying and singing. Her heart sank in itself and she felt all the air in the room vanish when the shadows took the form of a male, a winged male. With hazel, troubled eyes and a harsh expression.

“Let's take a drink of heaven

This can turn around.

Let's raise a glass or two,”

She looked at him directly, her head raising just a little bit and her expression shifting with pain and harshness. Why had he come here tonight? Was he just trying to torture her? She moved through the stage, her every movements synchronized with her every feelings and heartbreaking words. And then her voice erupted, a beautiful, melodic sound of harsh melancholy.

“To all the things I've lost on you, ooh-oh,

Tell me: Are they lost on you? Ooh-oh.

Just that you could cut me loose, ooh-oh

After everything I've lost on you,

Is that lost on you?”

Her eyes never left those of the Shadowsinger while she sang with deep affliction. His face contracted, his jaw tightened, the rest of the world stoped its tracks, everything became dark, and all there was, was her, the piercing coldness of pain in her words, and him, the responsable for all of them.

“Ooh-oh, ooh,

Is that lost on you?

Ooh-oh.

Baby, is that lost on you?

Is that lost on you?”

He didn’t looked away from her, either, only came into more visibility, not hiding away in his shadows.

“Lost on you,

Lost on you

(Oh-oh, ooh-oh)”

The band sang behind as second voices. Her eyes watered, and she had to swallow the burning feeling in her throat as the melodies sounded in the background. When it was time for her to sing again, she let it all out, all those years of uncertainty, those 70 years of loneliness.

“Let's raise a glass or two,”

She saw Azriel swallow hard as she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking in every bit of energy and power in her voice for the big final.

“To all the things I've lost on you, ooh-oh,

Tell me: Are they lost on you? Ooh-oh.

Just that you could cut me loose, ooh-oh,

After everything I've lost on you,

Is that lost on you?

Is that lost on you?”

For the last seconds, the band’s instruments were everything that sounded, while she let her body move free with their every note, her eyes still closed, until applauses and screams erupted from every corner of the establishment. Tears slipped from many faces, sobs combined with applauses and screams. She heard Mor and Cassian screaming at the top of their lungs “That’s our girl!”. She laughed with tears in her eyes, of happiness and uncertainty and melancholy. So much mixed feelings that it was hard to contain them all. She looked at Azriel one last time, and after a curtsy to the crowd, she disappeared into the back of the stage, the curtains hiding her trembling and sobbing body.

“You were sensational,” the dark voice stoped her sobs, the applauses still sounding outside were silenced by his presence.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice harsh, still giving him her back.

“It’s been a long time since I heard your voice. I had almost forgotten how it made me feel,” she felt him getting closer, her body tensed, straighten up until her back ached.

“Yeah? And how is that.”

He stayed quiet for some time, if it weren’t for his irregular breathing, she would’ve thought he was gone. But she knew better, his shadows caressed her as old lovers, the familiarity in them made her shiver.

“Like I could drown forever in it, like it’s my only source of energy, like it twists everything in me and pulls me towards you with a burning force.”

She left a sob escape her again, she covered her face with her hands and turned around finally, facing him with red and teary eyes.

“Stop it, Azriel, don’t you dare be this selfish.”

“Celesta…”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“But I need to say it,” he got a little bit more closer, extending his hands to reach for her, but didn’t touch her. She knew perfectly he wouldn’t do it without her permission.

“Are you even aware of how you hurt me?” She questioned, pain slipping in her soft voice.

“With that song, now I fully do,” he closed his eyes and drew away his hands, closing them and opening them again, as if they burned and ached to touch her. “I’m so sorry, Celesta. Of all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, hurting you has to be the worst of them.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks even tho she tried to cleaned them up with her hands, his words ached her heart in a way she though it would never be possible again since that last time 70 years ago.

“Please, please let me touch you,” he begged, actually begged her to allowed him to come closer. His eyes shined with desperation, a kind of desperation she herself felt burning her whole body up.

“I am not a second option, Azriel. What? Did you finally realized you were after something impossible with Mor?” She loved, truly and deeply loved Morrigan, they had been friends since…well, it wasn’t an overestimation to say that since forever. But she would be lying if she said she never felt jealous of the love Azriel had for her.

“I should’ve known that the moment you stepped into my life.”

“Yes, you should’ve known,” she snapped angrily at him, his eyes fell from her face only for a second, and Celesta hated the fact she felt bad for it.

“I do know now,” his voice was a murmured, but even as the loud noice at the other side, she heard him perfectly.

“I’m not a second choice, Azriel, I can’t be your consolation price because Mor doesn’t want you. You were always, always my first choice. And I lost everything on you.”

Azriel wanted to say something else, wanted to get closer, he took a step, but when she took one back, he stoped dead, his eyes flared with hurt, but he did not said anything. He lowered his head and slowly nodded. She had taken a step away from him, he wouldn’t push it, not if he knew she wanted him far away, so he turned around, with his heart falling apart.

“You were amazing, as always. Congratulations, this town needed your light back,” and so he disappeared, in shadows and sorrow.



[kshira]

— BLACK LICORICE

SUMMARY: flashing back to where sanzu had gave you an orgasm, love and a broken heart

TW. fem!reader, cursing, fingering, angsty

WC. 897

AN. this is the first installment of my writing series, i’ve never wrote one before so hey, enjoy <3

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER ONE — SALTY TAFFY 

[5 YEARS EARLIER]

“you didn’t show up to graduation haru” you mention sitting down beside your boyfriend and knocking the candy he has from his hands.

sanzu disregards your attempts to annoy him by grabbing another piece of taffy and popping it in his mouth, he ignores you again, looking out into the distance of the bustling city echoing noises of a forever life—the sweetness dissolves around his tongue.

the rooftop was where you’d met sanzu, nothing more than a sheltered child you were and discovering a tattered boy standing atop the edge, he looked invincible—sanzu could fall down the three story building and god himself would throw him back to earth.

sanzu turns to you, pulling you from a distant memory, long lashes fluttering close with a sly grin “what’re you going to do now that you’re legally smart?” he snorts when you softly hit his shoulder, sanzu erupts into another laugh but he’s nervous, he knows what he wants to do and what you’re about to tell him don’t line up.

“i’m going to college” you avoid his searing gaze, staring off to watch the sun dipping down into the clouds, orange slices radiate the sky as sanzu inches closer—the silence is like a ticking time bomb, you want to ignore the way he’s trailing his fingers up your skirt, lips attaching to your neck, you want to forget what will happen in the upcoming weeks and you pray to a god it doesn’t ruin what you have with sanzu.

“you don’t need to do that” sanzu pulls your shirt down to expose more of you, his lips sucking on the skin and fingers growing agonizingly close between your legs.

“w-what do you mean?” you question, shakily ripping your voice from your throat, lungs being flooded by pleasure as sanzu slips past the sheen fabric and slowly teasing your folds “you could be my housewife” he presses his finger through your slit, curling through till he’s met with your spongy walls “i do the gang shit, get money and come home to a pretty wife.”

“easier said than done” your voice is quiet now, sanzu attempts to block off this conversation and focus on something—anything besides the cold hard truth.

“it took me barely five minutes to be inside you, i think i can manage” sanzu motions his other hand to look at him, his orbs flickering waves of violets “if i have you, i can do anything.”

a dark swell tugs at your heart, looking up at sanzu—tears rimming your eyes and he thinks it’s the pleasure overflowing but really, it just hurts so fucking bad; to know reality is tasted sour on your tongue.

your hand cards through his hair, pushing him into your mouth while sanzu pumps his fingers inside you, he groans into the kiss feeling your walls clamp down on him and like another day spent on this ledge your voice carrying on with the wind, moans catching with the air into the abyss.

“every day i could do this, come home to you—take you to those expensive restaurants you always wanna go to, fuck you anywhere, especially on every single fuckin’ room of our house” sanzu moans, curling his fingers to find that deep spot that drives you over the edge.

“h-haru— i’m gonna, fuck” you gasp feeling your orgasm near its head, washing through your legs and creaming around his fingers, small whimpers leaving your lips when sanzu teases your senstive clit, he chuckles at your teary eyed expression.

silence draws to an end as he finally stops playing with your fidgeting cunt, releasing an uneasy breath at the short time of tranquility.

sanzu pulls away from you, slinking the hand to his side he lays his head down on your shoulder, kicking his feet to the pace of his heart “what’re you going to do?” you question, sanzu exhales a shaky breath—it hurts, he doesn’t understand why it hurts so fucking bad, “same ole shit i’ve been doing, you know that.”

“right” your voice croaks in your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks, sanzu rises to his feet bouncing from the ledge and towards the exit or more importantly just out of this pain.

“we can—we can still be together, i’ll see you as much as i can haru, i’ll come every wee—”

“stop” sanzu interrupts, turning to watch you crawl from the ledge and walk closer to him, a weak hand tugging at his sleeves, he looks down at you darkness replacing his eyes “if i can’t have you here, i don’t want you.”

a sob chokes from your throat at his words, it burns—a fire clawing at your throat, vision so blurred from the tears tainting your sight of someone you’ve loved, had given everything to is just shutting it all away in a five minute gap.

sanzu cups your face, pulling you into a kiss, his lips move slow, fingers rubbing the wetness away as he depends the kiss and it feels like time has froze and if anything you’d wish it was always like this but fuck, nothing works this way.

“this is goodbye princess, be good for me” he whispers, pulling away and without another word sanzu walks out of your life.

and all you can stomach is agony and the salty taste of his taffy lingering on your lips.

tagging— @wakasagurl @sanzudopeamine

[apolyian-alluvial]

n o c t u a r y {five}

n o c t u a r y {linked universe x demi-god reader}

Your target sat in a tree, unmoving, unknowing. By your side, Wind watches on anxiously, his mouth drawn down in his squiggly frown. You wait with bated breath. The smooth rock in your hand lost its coolness a while ago, warmed by the heat of your palm. Slowly, you stretch your arm back, eyes still trained on your target. You snap your arm forward and the rock goes flying through the air. 

The projectile hits the tree branch right between two talons gripping the bark. The bird sitting right above the spot squawks loudly, wings flapping as it flies off in a frenzy. You grin to yourself. Hitting as close to the bird without hitting it was a baby challenge to you, quite literally. It’s one of the first exercises you went through before you could start shooting with a bow at camp. 

Wild whistles appreciatively. “You’re a good shot.” He was the one who suggested to “throw rocks at animals without hitting them, and if we do, we get fresh dinner tonight”. 

“There’s no way!” Wind cries. “You have to be cheating!” 

“How can I cheat by throwing a rock?” you ask, smirking down at him. 

Wind crosses his arm, his squiggly frown still prominent. “The rock is magic.” 

“And pray tell, how did I get a magic rock?”

“You enchanted it, of course. This time, I’m going to choose the rock so you can’t enchant it.” 

Twilight sighs, but it’s not exasperated in the way it should be. “Guys, please stop bothering the wildlife.” 

“We’re not hurting the birds,” Wind defends. “We’re just having fun.” 

You place a hand on the smaller boy’s shoulder. “Let’s resume our game later, okay? Then, you can check for sure that I’m not using any spells.” The short break Time called for is bound to be over soon, and you’d rather not get scolded for holding the group up for throwing rocks at trees.

Wind is slow to lose his frown, but reluctantly agrees. He goes to sulk beside Warriors who does nothing to soothe his disappointment, only adding fuel to the fire by ruffling the boy’s hair roughly. 

Twilight takes Wind’s place beside you. “We should reach Castle Town by the end of the night at the current pace we’re going. There, Zelda might be able to help find a way to send you home.” 

You smile slightly. “Thank you.” 

Twilight rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “It’s what we do.” He gives you a charming  half smile

Time claps his hands and announces for everyone to get ready to move once more. There’s a collective groan from Wind, Sky, and Four, but they all gather themselves obediently. 

Four lags behind a little bit, more focused on rubbing his temples than keeping up with the front of the group. 

“You good?” you ask the shorter boy. 

“Fine,” Four answers quietly. “Just a headache. I think we’re gonna shift soon.” 

“Shift?” 

Four goes very still. “It’s nothing.” He hurries ahead, deciding to walk beside Sky instead. You raise an eyebrow at his backside. Best not to disturb him anymore then. 

You walk alone for a few minutes, not minding the lose of your companion. It’s almost refreshing in a sense. Ever since you’ve arrived in this new universe, someone has been hanging out by your side. With Four and Wind, it’s not malicious, they seem genuinely curious nad you would be lying if you weren’t curious about them as well. The others though, Warriors’ sharp gaze, Legend’s distrusting glares, and Time’s stern watch makes the back of your neck itch and your shoulders hunch. You don’t blame them for their distrust, but you can’t say it’s something you exactly welcome. 

Wind, seemingly tired of Warriors’ teasing, goes to join you by your elbow. “Are you excited to go home?” 

“Of course,” you respond immediately. “I love Camp Half-Blood, I’ve been there ever since I was six. I’m- well, I was, one of the year-round campers. And this was supposed to be my last week there before I went off to university. I’ll be the first one of my siblings…” to survive past eighteen, “to go to university.” 

You’re ready to go home. Twilight’s world may be full of beautiful, undisturbed nature, but it’s unfamiliar. You hate how the trees look similar to the ones at camp, but there are no dryads living inside. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west of course, but it doesn’t feel as warm. In each of the heroes you’re travelling with, you see glimpses of your friends, you see a weariness you understand far too well. 

“Do you like it at camp?”

“I love it there. Outside of our daily schedules, the Apollo Cabin is responsible for volunteering in the infirmary, teaching archery, and singing at the Friday night campfire, but it never grows boring.” There’s always something new at camp, a new face, a new song to learn, a new injury to treat. 

Hyrule slows his pace a little. He looks over his shoulder. “You know how to heal?” 

You press your lips into a thin line, trying not to let a grimace show. “I can’t heal any injuries like my siblings can, but I can treat them.” 

“Do you miss your siblings?” Wind asks, voice quiet. 

You glance down at the young teen. His eyes are downcast on his boots. He should be at his island home with his younger sister, feeding the seagulls and playing in the waves like a normal child, not on another adventure to save the world. He should not be thinking of his home as something he yearns to return to in the deepest desires of his heart. “I’ll think of this as a nice vacation away from them. Half the time they act like their five and I’m the one forced to take care of them.” 

“I’d imagine they’re still a better-behaved lot than this one,” Time calls out from the front, his one eye sparkling mischievously. Wild and Hyrule immediately begin to protest in unison, claiming they haven’t started any forest fires recently and they’re being quite good actually. 

Heat spreads across your face. You didn’t know the others were listening in. It was only natural you suppose, that your voice could be heard by those in front of you, but you wagered on them having their own conversations and not paying attention to yours. 

“You may not have started any forest fires Champion, but how many rocks did you put in your mouth since we’ve arrived in Twilight’s home?” Warriors prompts, grinning handsomely as though he knows he’s right. 

Wild frowns lopsidedly. “Only four. And it was just because they looked tasty!” 

“It was five,” Hyrule corrected, counting them on his figners. “Remember the small, orange one we found at the river?” 

Wild eyes go round at the memory. “Oh yeah, that one tasted kinda sweet, like a hydromelon.” 

You take it back, this is not a vacation. You’d rather deal with six over-dramatic, pubescent siblings that all own sharp weapons than deal with the biological hazard that is Wild. It’s a miracle beyond your comprehension that you haven’t gotten a disease just from being near him yet. 

“You’re an absolute menace, Wild,” Legend says, but the edges of his lips are curling upward. 

“A true threat to polite society,” Warriors agrees. 

Twilight suddenly halts. “Stop.” 

“Oh come on, rancher.” Legend places a hand on his hip. “We’re just having a bit of fun, there’s no need to be overprotective.” 

“Mama bear will always defend his cub,” Warriors smirks, sharing amused expressions with Legend.

“No, stop and be quiet.” Twilight’s voice is hard and leaves no room for argument. 

Everyone pauses. The woods have gone quiet. There are no more birds singing, leaves rustling with the wind, or animals creeping through the underbrush. Time places one hand on the hilt of his sword. “Twilight?” 

“I think there’s monsters near,” the brown-haired boy whispers. His eyes are frantically darting around, searching for something hidden in the leaves. 

Numerous hands dart for their weapons. You slid your laurel ring off of your finger and throw it into the air. You catch your bow and quiver, hastily knocking an arrow. From the foliage right behind Time, a flash of red catches your eye. You stand up straight, pulling your bowstring taut. The end of your arrow aims at a space just past Time’s shoulder. 

“You witch,” Legend hisses. He draws his sword as he steps toward your direction. “Waiting until we’re far away from civilizations to try and attack us.” 

Without warning, you let your arrow fly. At the same moment, a strange lizard creature jumps from the trees. The arrow passes by Time and lands in the creature’s throat. It makes a pitiful choking sound as it crumples to the ground. For good measure, you shoot another arrow that lands in the middle of its forehead. You would aim for the heart, but the lizard is wearing leather armor including a red, spiky pauldron. 

“Black blood,” Time says, looking down at the body. “Be on your guard. There’s bound to be more.” 

Hyrule’s shout pierces the silence. “There! To the left!” He points with the tip of his sword towards a rustling bush. Several more of the lizard creatures emerge from the treeline. With no hesitation, he and Wild rush forward, swords poised to attack. 

“Those two,” Warriors mutters under his breath. He glances over at you. “Stay where you are and watch for any more incoming lizalfos. Sailor, stay with our guest.” He storms into battle, blue scarf billowing behind him and for a moment, you truly see a hero, someone passed down for generations through myths. 

Wind scowls. He lets go of his defensive stance but holds his blade in front of him. “Of course, he would put me on defense duty.” After a beat, he addresses you, “No offense.” 

“None taken,” you say faintly as you watch Time spin attack, mutilating three lizards at once. You’ve been taught swordsmanship for most of your life but nothing like that. Legend parries an attack and then stabs his sword through the bottom of a lizard’s jaw, the tip coming out the top of its snout. 

The battle is a flurry of motion, but off to the distance is one stagnant figure. Another lizard, this one a little larger than the rest and with black skin stands amidst the trees, barely hidden by leaves and branches. Its red eyes are hauntingly familiar. 

“Wind.” You nudge him, not taking your eyes off the black lizard. “What’s up with that one.” 

The boy follows your gaze. He curses explicitly under his breath. “That’s the Shadow!” 

You narrow your eyes. So the thing that dragged you into this new world, tore you away from your family and home, is now a lizard. Unfortunately for it, you’ve always been good at hunting. You nock an arrow and draw your bowstring back. An arrow between the eyes should do the trick. 

“What are you doing?!” Wind tries to lower your arm. “We have to tell the others!”

You release your arrow. Confidence swells in you. The Shadow’s too distracted by the battle in front of it to pay attention to a lone arrow. At the last moment though, red eyes snap towards yours. It jumps out of the way and the arrow lands on a tree trunk. The Shadow takes off into the woods. 

“It’s getting away!” You run after it, paying no mind to the battle that’s finishing up. Through the dense woods, you can see the tip of a black tail darting between trees. You hastily nock another arrow. It lands just a few centimeters shy of the tail. You’re pulling an arrow from your quiver when you see the tail stop. 

A portal of dark purple light appears. The Shadow turns around, red eyes boring into your soul as it sinks into the darkness. You feel yourself flush angrily. It gets to run away so easily while you’re stuck relying on strangers. You shoot another arrow, but it just bounces off armor. 

“You coward! I hope your tail gets chopped off and doesn’t regrow! Stupid ass lizard!” 

The Shadow disappears silently into the purple light. Slowly, that begins to fade too. You snatch up a handful of rocks and dirt and throw it in the direction the monster escaped. You wish you had Wild with you so he could set the forest on fire. You could burn down thousands of forests but that still wouldn’t be enough to quell your anger. 

The leaves behind you rustle loudly. You turn around to see the chain of Links burst forth. Warriors marches up to you. “What was that?” His tone is calm, but you can see how white his knuckles are around his sword hilt. 

“I saw the Shadow.” 

“And why didn’t you tell us?” he asks. Cold anger burns in his lapis blue eyes. 

“I almost had it,” you say, avoiding the question. “It jumped into a portal at the last moment.” 

Legend scoffs. He flicks black blood from his blade. “Convenient.” 

“Easy, Veteran.” Time places a brief hand on the boy’s shoulder. He directs his one eye on you. “Next time you see the Shadow, you will tell us so we can deal with it.” It’s clear he’s leaving no room for argument. 

You can count on one hand how many times you’ve been scolded by an adult in your life. Chiron, the camp activities director makes everything into a teaching opportunity, he doesn’t enjoy telling off the campers. Dionysus however, the head director, loves making fun of the campers but doesn’t care enough to actually engage with them most of the time. So naturally, you don’t handle it well. “Next time, I’ll shoot it dead.” 

Time straightens up. The markings on his face, the scar over his eye, and polished armor make him look threatening. “It is our duty to rid the Shadow of our lands, not yours. He is our responsibility.” 

“It became my problem the moment it dragged me away from my universe into this one,” you spit out, refusing to back down. The two of you stare each other down. 

“...Guys,” Four hesitantly speaks up. He rubs the side of his head. “...I think we have more pressing matters to deal with.” 

Warriors inhales deeply. He runs a hand through his blond curls, yet not a single one falls out of place. “And what might that be, dear Smithy?” 

Four points off to the side. “That.” A new portal manifests itself. This one, a more rounded triangle of red and purple light. 

“Already?” Sky sighs. “We just arrived in this world.” 

Time steels you with one last look. “We’ll continue this later.” He goes to stand in front of the portal. “Is everyone ready?” 

Swords are sheathed and shields are strapped to backs. Sky and Four line up behind Time, the latter looking miserable at the sight of the portal. Warriors stands off to the side, watching everyone with a critical eye. 

Twilight grimaces apologetically. “Your help might be delayed.” 

“What?” You don’t get an answer or any explanation. 

Legend shoves you into line and you find yourself trapped between him and Twilight. Time steps through the portal first, vanishing into the light. Sky and Four follow and soon you find yourself next to step through. After a moment of hesitation, Legend gives you another push and you find yourself falling through. 

The portal is cold. It steals the breath from your lungs, it squeezes your organs. Too many thoughts race through your mind yet you can’t think of a single thing, can’t concentrate on anything but the cold, biting pain. You close your eyes, wishing for it all to be over. For a few seconds, you feel as though you’ve dissolved into nothingness. Your feet land on a hard surface and you fall to a heap on the ground. Sensation slowly comes back to you. Familiar warmth spreads through your body. When you open your eyes, you recognize the site. You’re in the Apollo cabin at Camp-Half Blood. You’re home.

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[chocoenvy]

"i hate that i still care for you" part 2

part one part three

please i was listening to a song and it was such bomb inspiration for this. i just NEED this kind of angst in my life okay? It's fun. it highkey doesn't feel like a part two but it's set in the same timeline, universe, etc. so it fits it's fine

Warnings: Gore (not that hardcore or in-depth but g o r e), cult behaviors, slight platonic yandere behavior, cursing, angst

"I thought I loved you but then I saw the rain. I blinked, you were not the same."

You had caught wind of something odd happening. The sky was odd, darker than usual in the bright Mondstat. The birds worriedly fluttered around you before flying away. Young animals sought sanctuary around you. The wind had picked up speed, and the earth was worried (it was an odd thing to say but when you had described the feeling to Zhongli he seemed to understand).

You followed the wind and asked the animals where the problem was, "I'll take care of it." You comfortingly pet the young boars and foxes.

You rushed there, the worry from the passing wildlife making you nervous. You could hear the commotion from afar and you ran to find out what was happening. You arrived and found three angry archons standing over a poor soul on the ground.

"Imposter!" Zhongli rumbled, the earth shaking with him. His shout made you flinch hard. Covering your head with your hands and ducking under cover. "How dare you impersonate our god!"

"I'm not-!"

"Quiet!" Venti shouted.

That's not my windborne bard. You shivered, That's not the archon of freedom.

"You will not defame our god this way." The sky blackened with Ei's voice.

The anger, the fury in their voices sent shivers down your spine. You were frozen behind your cover, hiding from the archons like you had to do so many times before. Your breathing and heart rate rapidly picked up pace, begging you to run, but you were frozen.

They're going to kill me. They're gonna find me. They're gonna kill me. Run run run run run! Your legs were useless though, you merely gripped onto your head desperately. Wishing you would just dissapear.

"Stop-!" A voice cried desperately, a sob choking them.

This isn't about me. You whipped your head around, peaking out to see red blood staining the ground. The poor person clutching an arm they no longer had. Their eyes were wild with fear and the same color as yours.

Zhongli's spear was coated in blood.

Anger sparked in your chest, quickly catching fire and spreading to every corner of your body until you were shaking from rage.

You stood up, confidence in your godly abilites making you unafriad (how quick you could open up the character screen and yoink their five star weapons and artifacts for yourself).

"Stop!" You screamed. They froze. Their eyes almost as afraid as the poor writhing person on the ground.

You immediately ran to their side, you frankly didn't know jack shit about healing but your inventory was stock full of healing items. You opened it up and pulled out what you could, praying it would be enough.

"Shh, shh," You cooed, "It's hard but can you please eat this for me? It'll make you feel better, I promise."

They sniffled, taking a hesitant bite out of it. They didn't look in the mood to eat, in fact they looked ready to throw up, but they obeyed you anyways.

They immediately looked relieved, and their bleeding slowed down a bit.

"Can you take another bite? Please?" You pratically begged, holding it up to their lips.

They shakily did so.

"Your-"

"Shut. Up." You growled, refusing to look at them, "I'll deal with you three later."

It took all of your will to not tighten your grip on the food or the poor person, but you continued to feed them until the food was gone and they were completely healed. Sadly, you didn't think you'd be able to get them their left arm back.

"You're-" They hiccuped, "Thank-thank you." They sniffled, their breathing so erratic they could barely speak, "I'm- so-sorry-"

"No, you have nothing to apologize for." Your gaze softened, "I'm sorry I let this happen to you. Please. Breath with me okay?"

"O-okay."

You used all the techniques you knew and could think of the calm the person down, ordering the archons to go away, you'd talk to them later.

Once they were calm, they pratically passed out in your arms. You sighed in relief, they seemed okay to you at least but you needed to get them a doctor. You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, holding onto the person tight. When you opened your eyes, you were at your teapot realm, Albedo and Sucrose sitting near where you had teleported to.

"Albedo!" You called, "Sucrose!" The two perked up and looked at you, "Come here I need your help!" At the panic in your tone, the two rushed as quickly as they could to your side.

"Your grace? What's-?"

"They're hurt! Bad! They didn't do anything wrong and need help please!" You passed the person to Albedo, who cautiously carried them.

"Your grace, we don't have all the supplies here-" Albedo muttered.

"I can get us to your lab, please, we just need to make sure they're okay."

They couldn't say no to you, especially with how desperate you looked. You left the person with Albedo and Sucrose, albeit reluctently, but they were loyal. They would listen to you.

Your fists clenched.

The archons didn't.

You summoned the archons to your throne room where Khaenri'ah was being rebuilt as extra salt in the wound. You had dissmissed everyone else, so it was only the four of you.

They begged immediately. Squabbling words like fucking rats.

"What had I told you?" You gritted your teeth.

They hesitated, and you wanted to throw something.

"To not hurt someone that looked like you." They muttered.

It made your stomach squirm and heart palpitate in rage at how much they looked like children being scolded. They weren't children, they had almost murdered someone for looking like you.

You opened your mouth but then it hit you.

They weren't scared of you.

You should've been glad, you wanted to be glad.

They were supposed to be your lovely friends. Softly playing the lyre, amazing tea reccomendations, beautiful jewelery, flowers, gliding together, stories from centuries ago, calming rain, playing in the rain, trips to the sacred sakura.

They were supposed to be how the game depicted. When you were just friends with them and not a god, they were amazing. But their devotion was too powerful.

They weren't friends anymore, they were out of line worshipers.

"I had told you that if there was somebody purposefully trying to impersonate me then I would deal with it." You growled, "Does my word mean nothing to you?"

"No! Your grace it's just..." Venti protested, "We didn't want them to have any priveledge of seeing you. Of being in your presence. We wanted them to be hurt so they'd never even think of doing it again."

There was a sadistic gleam in Venti's eyes. You couldn't shake it. There was no sign of that in the game, or whenever he talked to or about anyone else.

You glared down at them, "The amount of faith the three of you have in me is disspointing and damn near insulting. I can take care of this problem without nearly murdering someone. It shouldn't even be a problem!" You threw your hands in the air, your vision colored red, "You treated me the same way! I never wanted to see that again and yet you refused to listen to me!" Tears pricked the back of your eyes threateningly, "That person now has to live with the same fear I do for something they can't change! I have the power to stop unecessary violence and yet when I tell you to do something! You refused to listen!"

You were breathing heavily, your vision and fists shaking. The three archons were on their knees, their tears dripping on the floor, and their limbs shaking from fear and shame.

No, not fear. They still don't fear me.

The anger dissipated, just a bit, replaced with indifference and dissapointment. "How many chances have I given you three? With how much you've hurt me." You muttered more to yourself, but they still heard.

They stayed silent.

You sighed, leanded back in your throne, and hummed, "Do you archons have regeneration abilities?" You smiled. It was empty and didn't reach your eyes.

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Who Wears The Key?

Part 4

A God Worthy Soulmate

@queenieala thank you for helping me write this

Ken's POV

I need to meet that girl. There's something that draws me to her. And I don't know why. It must be that she's strong like me or some sort of light…the only thing I know is I must have her as mine.

I made my way through my daughter's worship and stared at the sarcophagus that held my other children. Jen was munching down on her second burger when she noticed her father beginning to look around her workshop.

"Where's the key? "  I demanded, turning to stare at my daughter.

"Give me one good reason I should give you the key." She scoffed, making me growl at her question.

"Give me the key now or perhaps you would like to find yourself in a torture chamber " I threatened.

My daughter slumped her shoulders walking over to a secret compartment opening it and pulling out the key. She holds it in front of me where I reach for it but as soon as I touch it. The key suddenly disappeared in the air.

"What is the meaning of this, if this is another trick of yours dear daughter you better pray to another god for I will not put up with any more of your foolishness" I growled.

"Dad, I swear I had nothing to do with this… the key just vanished " Jen defended

"Enough with your lie daughter, where is the key " I demanded.

"I don't know " Jen yelled out throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

"Watch your tone " I warned.

She throws her hands up walking away from me. "If you're so powerful, find it yourself. But I didn't do anything!" Running a hand through my hair I needed to find that key before someone else found it.

Clarisse's POV

Running through the school I saw my best friend talking with Hope where I looked down at the necklace hanging around my neck. Lizzie sneaks out the back while I waited behind one of the pillars seeing a guy wearing golden armor. He's wearing a flower crown on his head made of gold. Sucking in a breath I felt my heart skip a beat cheeks turning red. He looks exactly like the picture I drew and saw in my dreams. Meaning Lizzie was right that he is in fact Ken the God. Hope slowly walked forward carrying a sword in her right hand. "My father stood for family above everything. This school is my family, so if you want to hurt them, you're gonna have to go through me." Her tribrid eyes glow gold.

"They sent a little girl to challenge a god? I'm almost insulted." He replied in a taunting manner his eyes turned gold for a second too.

She raised her freehand creating a ball of fire throwing it at him. "Maybe you'll feel better once you see what I can do."

"Magic doesn't work on a god." He spoke not affected by it at all.

Hope pointed out with a slight smirk. "No, but it can be very distracting." Lizzie appears behind Ken her hands turning red as she grabs the sides of his head. In an attempt to siphon his god magic from his body to weakon him. But the wind blew throwing her backwards alongside Hope.

"Be careful what you wish for, child. It took me a lifetime to control all of my power." Ken slowly walked forward choking her by the neck holding her off the ground. He then threw her where she gets impaired with a metal fence pole but thankfully it didn't hit her heart.

Hope and I both cried in unison. "Lizzie!"

She got to her feet swinging her sword but he raises his hand throwing her backwards into the dirt again. Rushing forward I quickly transformed into my werewolf form having a light brown fur coat. Growling up at Ken I stand in front of Hope who lays on the ground behind me. He slowly walks up a smirk on his face. "Now you are impressive. What's your name, girl?"

I growled at him annoyed and started to run towards him. Leaping off my back legs I managed to knock him flat on his back. I began to claw at him, He grabbed me shoving me off where I rolled getting some bruises so I transformed back into my human form. "What are you going to do - kill me to show how powerful you are, dickhead!"

He walked over toward me and bent down in front of me, his eyes began to glaze up and down at my naked body in lust and hunger…I soon delivered a slap across his face and pushed him away from me. "You'll pay for that child -" He cut himself short eyes locking onto the necklace around my neck. "You have the key!"

"Key, what are you talking about?" I spat watching him remove his cap throwing it over me. He picked me up waving his right hand knocking me out into his arms before I could fight against him.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[larksthighs]

don’t go - jj maybank

OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD

tw: mentions of death, throwing up, a few curse words

word count: 3636

“Holy shit it worked… we got the fuckin’ cross baby! Let’s go!”

“JJ shut up, now isn’t exactly the time to be yelling,” you hissed back, trying to keep him quiet. With all of The Coastal Venture’s crew and a very psychotic Rafe Cameron on the hunt for stowaways, the best thing you can do right now is be discreet and get to the lifeboat.

“Right, right, stowaways on a boat where the crew is out to kill, forgot about that,” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to speed walk around a corner, hoping to find it clear so you can get your asses off of the boat before you get captured. JJ starts to walk towards the edge of the boat as you round the corner, but you take a step back as you're faced with one of the crew members who has a knife strapped to his hip.

“I don’t see him,” JJ says before turning around, quickly seeing the problem that you two are facing.

“J!”

JJ plants himself between you and the crew member, who orders him to get down on his knees. Before you know what’s happening, the crew member takes a swing a JJ, who ducks it, which gives you the opportunity to pin his hand holding the machete against the wall, hoping that JJ can take him down without facing major injuries. JJ throws a few punches to the guy’s face before you slam one of the metal doors open, hitting him in the head.

You look over the side of the boat, hoping to see John B and Sarah on the lifeboat coming your way, but all you’re met with is the vastness of the open ocean. Fuck.

“Where’s John B?” JJ asks, breathing heavily as he continues fighting.

“I don’t know!” you yell, exasperated and feeling the panic creeping into your chest. This whole trip has been an adrenaline rush, shit, this whole year, but the crew member isn’t going down without a fight and both you and JJ are tired from being trapped in a hot storage container with no food or water. You’re not sure how much energy you have saved up, you just hope it’s enough to fend off the crew member and escape to the lifeboat.

You hear the grunts of the men fighting behind you as you look over the edge of the ship, praying that John B will come around the back and you can finally escape. You hear a loud clang of a body hitting metal before you hear JJ call your name in a panic. You turn around just in time to see the crew member swing his machete towards you. You manage to duck twice before JJ stands up to help, grabbing the man’s arm. He elbows JJ hard in the ribs, effectively knocking the air out of him, before focusing his gaze on you. You duck just as the machete comes flying towards you, but the power of the man’s swing causes his body to circle around, hitting JJ in the head with the butt of the machete.

It feels like slow motion as you watch JJs body go flying backward, over the railing, and into the water. You hear the sound of the splash and can faintly hear yourself scream his name as you watch his body rise, face down. You turn around and use all of your force to kick the man in the stomach before standing on the railing and jumping into the water.

You hear the wind rushing past your ears and feel your clothing lifting with the wind. Your adrenaline is causing it to sound like there is water rushing through your ears before you submerge into the water, where everything goes completely silent for a split second. When you emerge from the water, you reach for JJ, spinning him onto his back and leaning yourself back so he is able to stay afloat.

“JJ? JJ! You gotta stay with me baby, okay? John B’s almost here, it’s okay, he’s almost here,” you say to him frantically. You’re treading the water with your arms wrapped around JJ’s stomach and you move his head to rest on your shoulder, hoping it will help him remain afloat.

“It’s okay JJ, we’re gonna be okay. Remember the surfing trip? We’re gonna go to South Africa and South America and cook fish on the fire and catch perfect waves all day, and then wake up and do it again. You gotta stay with me okay? I can’t do that without the best surfer in the Outer Banks with me,” you say in a joking way, hoping that he somehow hears you.

This past year has been a shipwreck, so to speak, but he’s been with you every step of the way. Every time you would come across an angry security guard or a square grouper or even the Limbrey’s, he always made sure to put himself between you and the harm. He never let anything happen to you, risking himself to make sure you came out safe and sound. And you would do that exact same for him.

Shit, you are going to do the exact same for him. There’s no way you’re going to let anything happen to him, you would die for him, and you know he would die for you.

You start to get panicked thinking of that. He took the blunt end of the machete because he stood up to protect you and now you’re holding his unconscious body in the water, unsure if he’s alive or not. You can’t feel his pulse because your arms are wrapped around him and you can’t let go to try to reach it because you don’t want him to end up off-balance with his face underwater.

That’s the reason you give yourself for not trying to find his pulse. You try to convince yourself that that’s why when in reality, you won’t be able to bear it if you’re holding your soulmate’s dead body in your arms.

“JJ, you can’t die on me, please don’t die on me, please, please…” you mumble as you feel yourself start to cry. John B is taking too long to get to you and you feel your energy running out, your legs starting to cramp the longer you tread. “Please JJ, you got this, I’m sure John B is on the way, we’re gonna be just fine baby, just hang on for a few more minutes.”

The waves are splashing into your body and causing water to spit into your face. You try to lift up your right shoulder to keep JJ’s head up but you can’t lean too far back or you start to sink. The waves mixed with the adrenaline running through your body sound deafening in your ears, your brain feeling cloudy and panicked. You’re out of breath and the treading is getting harder, your mouth going underwater every once in a while due to your efforts trying to keep JJ’s head up. The water splashing in your nose and mouth mixed with your heavy breathing makes your lungs feel tight, like you aren’t receiving enough air. You feel yourself running out of energy as the seconds go by, your adrenaline slowly starting to wear out with every minute.

“John B! John B! Help! Please…” you yell, before trailing off into a whisper, your voice breaking as you feel the tears run down your face. Your body is too exhausted from the grueling minutes you’ve spent in the water to be able to go on any longer.

“I love you JJ, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” you cry, knowing that you have to give up, that your body can’t take it anymore. “I’m not leaving you.”

You tighten your grip on JJ’s body before leaning back further and closing your eyes, feeling yourself give up. You think about your mom and dad back home and how much they’ll miss you and how they’ll never know what happened to their baby. You wish that you had your dad there to save you. You wish that you were in better shape and were able to save JJ. You wish that JJ didn’t have such a big heart and would’ve never gone on the trip. You know it’s selfish, but at least he would be safe and sound right now instead of unconscious in your arms.

You continue sobbing, feeling a weight in your chest that’s so heavy it starts to physically pain you. You can’t handle the thought of JJ dying because of you, and the fear of yourself dying is coming onto you quickly. You never got to live out your dreams or live a long life with JJ filled with surf trips and bleach blonde surfer babies. You guys had plans for the future and right now they seem like they’re unreachable.

“JJ! JJ!” you hear multiple voices shouting as the sound of an engine comes closer. You open your eyes and see the lifeboat coming towards you, feeling relief as the weight lifts off of your chest.

“Oh my god, oh my god, holy fuck. John B! Help!” you yell, starting to kick your legs harder as the adrenaline comes back. You still feel tears coming down, but this time they’re tears of relief rather than grief. You were going to be okay, everything was going to be okay. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to the top of JJ’s. “We’re gonna be okay babe, they’re right here, we’re gonna be okay, just wait a few seconds.”

“JJ! No, no, no, no, no,” you hear John B say, obvious panic in his voice.

John B pulls the boat up to you and JJ, immediately reaching to grab JJ from your arms. People reach out to grab you, but you aren’t sure who grabs your arms, your attention all on JJ. You crawl to his side the second your body hits the bottom of the lifeboat.

“C’mon JJ, wake up, wake up,” you say to him, stroking his face. You hear the engine start as John B starts driving away but you’re only focused on JJ, not worried about anything else but him. You grab his shoulders and try to shake him awake. “JJ, please.”

Your voice is breaking as you talk to him and the tears are coming down your face rapidly. You can feel everyone watching you, hoping that their best friend makes it through. You’re still trying to wake him up when you feel the boat shake before the motor stops.

“What’s happening? We have to go!” you yell at John B, panic filling your voice.

“I know! I’m trying!”

You turn back towards JJ, putting a hand on his chest and shaking him roughly.

“Please, wake up,” you plead with a shaky voice. You start hitting his shoulder, yelling at him to wake up. You’re overrun with panic as the minutes go by, knowing that it means there’s less of a chance of him coming to. John B is yelling at JJ as you shake him when you feel his body jerk and see water come out of his mouth.

“That’s it baby, you’re okay,” you say, pushing his shoulder so his body is tilted to the side, making it easier for him to cough the water out.

When he lays back down, you cradle his head to your chest, giving him a tight hug. You pull back slightly and listen to him start to joke with John B before you get up and walk towards the front of the boat, feeling your chest constricting again.

You get on your knees at the front of the boat, resting your hands on them and hanging your head while trying to control your breathing, your stomach feeling nauseous. You lean over the side of the lifeboat and throw up into the water until you’re left dry heaving due to an empty stomach. You sit up and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before turning around to face everyone again, giving them a sheepish smile. Everyone is silent and looking at you with pity in their eyes as you make your way back to JJ’s side. Cleo cracks a joke that has everyone falling back into their normal chatter, leaving you and JJ in your own little world.

“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning into you as you wrap your arms around his head again, pulling him into your chest. You try to wipe some of the blood off of his injury before planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just tired,” you nod against his head, your voice crack giving away the fact that you aren’t really okay.

JJ lets it go for now knowing that you’re tired and he wants to keep his talking to a minimum as he feels the effects of a concussion sinking in. He pulls his head from your chest and sits up before pulling you into him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. The relief of you and JJ being safe and alive mixed with the calm of the boat ride has you falling asleep quickly, your body needing the rest after fighting so hard in the ocean.

You’re shaken awake later by JJ and when you open your eyes you notice that the lifeboat is beached.

“Where are we?” you question, confused.

“Some deserted island, lucky for us I’ve watched a shit ton of Bear Grylls,” JJ says with a cocky smirk, jumping onto the sand.

“Great, we’re all doomed,” you say sarcastically as JJ extends a hand to help you jump out of the boat.

“Hey! Have a little faith in me would ya?” he says back, giving your shoulder a shove as you two start walking towards the others. You wrap your arm around his waist as you walk, leaning your head on his shoulder.

After John B gives a speech about living the ultimate pogue life on a deserted island with amazing waves and JJ decides to name the island Poguelandia, everyone splits up to start finding food, water, and firewood. You decide to walk with Sarah to try to find water as John B and JJ are searching for pieces of driftwood for the fire with Pope. Kie and Cleo are trying to find an area that’ll be a good place to set up a shelter for however long the group is stuck on the island.

“Are you okay? I know today was rough on you, emotionally and physically, how are you holding up?” Sarah asks as you guys are walking through the trees, stepping over random logs that are in the way.

“Besides the fact that my legs feel like jelly and I could probably sleep for the next 48 hours, I’m doing okay physically. Mentally though… I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was holding my boyfriend's dead body in my arms. I didn’t think we were gonna make it and now I feel guilty because I gave up and it would’ve been my fault if JJ died,” you tell her with tears in your eyes. She pulls you into a hug, letting you cry on her shoulder for a minute. “I thought we were gonna die Sarah. I couldn’t hang on any longer, if you didn’t show up when you did we’d probably both be dead. When he finally woke up I was so relieved but threw up because it all hit me, we both could’ve been dead and you guys would’ve found our bodies. I know we’ve all been through some pretty shitty and scary stuff this past year, but that was the closest I’ve ever come to death and it’s just a lot to process.”

“I know, I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s scary seeing the person you love get hurt, just the thought of John B possibly getting the death penalty had me so sick I could barely eat. And you shouldn’t feel guilty, you did everything you could. You never let JJ go, even when you were ready to give up you still held onto him. You know that if you let him go you would’ve had a better chance at surviving but you still held on, that was really brave of you. Trust me, he wouldn’t want you to feel guilty. It was a bad situation but you handled it the best you could and everything worked out in the end.”

You give her a nod while wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, giving her a quick thank you before you guys continue searching.

Later that night, everyone was sitting around the fire telling stories and having a good time. It was the most free you guys have felt in a long time, finally being able to feel like normal teenagers. Looking around at everyone’s smiling faces, you’re super grateful that these are the people you get to call your best friends.

As it gets late and the fire starts to get smaller, everyone starts to head to bed. You and JJ sit around the fire a little longer, savoring the warmth before you have to go sleep on makeshift beds on the cold ground.

“So, you’re my savior huh,” JJ says with a nudge to your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance of staring into the fire.

“Huh?” you ask, slowing drawing your line of sight from the fire to focus on his face. Half of his face is lit up by the fire, his blue eyes shining and staring straight into yours.

“I said you’re my savior, I’m alive because of you. Who knew my girlfriend was such a heroic badass?” he asks with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it that…” you say, you’re voice trailing off.

“What do you mean? You were totally a hero, you jumped after me and made sure I didn’t drown, if that isn’t heroic then I don't know what is. I mean seriously babe, that was totally ba-”

“I gave up JJ! I gave up, okay? I stopped kicking and was ready to just give up. You would be dead if it wasn’t for John B coming at the perfect time. You should be calling him the hero. I wasn’t even strong enough to try to keep us afloat, I almost let us die. Don’t thank me for that.”

There’s a tense moment of silence as you look to your left, facing away from JJ. You feel your chin start to wobble so you take a few deep breaths, trying to keep the tears at bay. You feel JJ put his hand on your right knee and you turn to face him, tears making your eyes glossy. He grabs your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re both here right now and that’s what matters. If you hadn’t been so strong, we wouldn’t have made it. But you were strong, and you did fight for us. YOU are the reason we are both alive, not John B. You kept me safe baby, you’re the reason I’m alive.”

His words hit you hard and you start to cry harder, sobs making your body shake as he pulls you onto his lap, you sitting sideways. He wraps his arms around you, one hand cradling your head as you cry into the crook of his neck.

“I was so scared,” you say between sobs, “you were dead weight in my arms. I thought you were dead JJ. I refused to check your pulse because I couldn’t stand the thought of holding my dead boyfriend in my arms. I treaded for as long as I can but it got too hard. I thought we were both gonna die. I thought our friends were gonna find our dead bodies floating. I just kept thinking that I didn’t want to die but I knew my body didn’t have enough energy to hold the both of us up and there’s no way in hell that I was gonna let you go.”

He squeezes you tighter against his chest before you pull back and look him in the eyes, noticing his are glassy. A tear falls from his eye and you wipe it away.

“Thank you. I know you would’ve been able to save energy if you let me go, but thank you for holding on. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I wish I could’ve traded spots with you. Obviously I don’t want you to get hit in the head with a machete,” he says with a small laugh, “but it would’ve saved you from a lot of stress and trauma. I love you so much, thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I would never give up on you, you’re stuck with me ‘til the end,” you joke. He gives a little laugh before hugging you close to his chest again. You both sit and watch the fire die down for another half an hour before you decide to get up and walk over to the makeshift bed JJ made earlier.

“This is about to be the best sleep of my life,” you say with a groan, feeling the emotional day taking its toll on your body.

You both lay down, you resting your head on JJ’s chest and snuggling close to him. He looks down at you and you lean up, planting a few soft kisses on his lips before laying back down on his chest, his heartbeat and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

“Sleep tight princess.”