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writing-fanics · 10 months ago

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Nothing lasts forever

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

[warning: cheating: angst: panic attack: implied death]

‘More than anything music box’

As you stood there, your heart felt as though it had stopped beating at that very moment. Your breathing started to slow down as your smile faltered and transformed into a frown. A look of profound sadness and sorrow took over your face as you gazed at the scene before you.

Your eyes were fixed on Lucifer, one of the most beautiful angels in all of Heaven, the one you had opened your heart up to and shared your deepest feelings with.

But now, you were witnessing him cheating on you with Lilith, the first woman and Adam's wife. The pain you felt was almost unbearable, as you watched the love of your life betray your trust and shatter your heart into a million pieces.

You could feel your throat closing as your breathing quickened. You felt sick to your stomach as if someone had punched you in the gut. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to scream. To cry, to disappear from existence. You couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing to you, were you not enough?

Were you not as beautiful as she is? Were you too clingy? To annoying? Why did he betray you and your trust?

He promised to always be by your side when you needed him, to always catch you when you fall. To be your shoulder to cry on. To never break your trust.

But here he was breaking that very promise and trust, leaving you feeling empty and hollow. The two of you were made for each other, and with the scene unfolding before you. Made you think otherwise.

“I love you, Lilith,” whispered Lucifer, as he stared at Lilith in awe kissing her on the lips.

Your whole world shattered as your back hit the tree, and you slid down onto the ground. Placing your hand over your mouth, muffling your wails. You couldn’t breathe and felt the world closing in on you. You were nothing to him. You sniffled quietly placing your head into your hands, and wept as you swiftly flew away.

You fell into a heap on the floor of your house, sobbing as you curled up into a ball. You saw everything and what you saw would forever be engraved into your memory, you’ll never get it out of your head. Seeing them like that, him like that with another woman. Made your stomach turn, how could he do such a thing to you?

“W- Was I not enough?” You whimpered, as you lay in the fetal position. Your face is red and puffy cheeks stained with tears, your heart aching and unbearable pain. You knew he felt what you were going through at this moment, and couldn’t care less to comfort you. Your love was bound and could feel each other's emotions when they became severe, and you knew for a fact he could feel it.

But didn’t care enough to comfort you. He was having too much fun with Lilith, doing things that he should only be doing to you his lover.

You thought he would never do such a thing to you. Never betray you and break your heart, and here he was ripping it right out of your throat. If he had noticed you would he have stopped? Would he have kept going? Taunting you, teasing you, on an act he’d never done to you. Such an act he’ll never do to you now.

You thought your relationship was good perfect even. Yes, you had the occasional fight but would always end up back in each other’s arms, holding each other lovingly. Feeling safe and secure in each other's warm embrace.

“I'm so sorry, my dear duckling," he whispered, pulling you close and showering your shoulder with gentle kisses. "Please know that I understand how you feel.”

"I forgive you, Luci," you said, enveloping him in a warm embrace and smiling through your tears as he held you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and whispered comforting words in your ear, promising to make things right.

You banged your fist against the cold ground; gripping at the fabric of your clothes, as you cried. The tears didn’t seem to stop and wouldn’t anytime soon. You couldn’t breathe, the room around you started to spin. You felt dizzy and nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat causing you to gag. You swallowed and gripped the side of your head.

You tossed it to the ground, screaming and crying in anger and frustration. “HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!” You shouted, trashing everything that reminded you of him. You couldn’t stop crying, the things this man did to you. How he made you smile and laugh, how he made you fall head over heels.

You wanted to disappear and fade back into dust, your original form. To not be forced to live with this pain for all eternity, knowing that even after this you’d still love him. He’d come back and apologize slowly making up for it but…..

You stood there with the other angels, his siblings trying their best to comfort you. As you watched him be banished from Heaven, cast down with his new lover. Leaving you there alone in Heaven, with no shoulder to cry on.

You found yourself standing amidst a group of angels, feeling a sense of unease and trying hard to keep yourself composed. As you looked ahead, you noticed him standing before Lilith, his wings stretched out protectively, shielding her from any harm. The sight of him being so close to Lilith made your heart ache with a mixture of emotions.

You couldn't help but wonder if you were so unpleasant to look at that he couldn't even spare a glance in your direction. The whole situation left you feeling conflicted, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Lilith, who seemed to have his undivided attention.

As you stood there looking at him, you noticed that his gaze had shifted to meet yours. It was then that you saw a hint of remorse in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over you. In that moment, a single tear trickled down his cheek, and you averted your eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the situation.

As you looked away from him, he noticed the tears that had welled up in your own eyes, and the hollow, defeated expression etched on your face. It was a moment of deep emotional turmoil for both of you, and the silence that hung between you was almost suffocating.

“Nothing lasts forever,” Azrael said, as he placed his hand on your shoulder squeezing it gently in reasurrance.

You shook your head and stepped outside of the courtroom, stopping at the stairs. You reached around your neck taking off the necklace, Lucifer had given you years ago.

You stared at it for a moment, opening it. A soft melody played, tears trickled down her cheeks as whisps of yellow magic swirled, around the locket music box. A duck swam in a pond while a swan, swam up next to it nuzzling their heads into each other.

As she witnessed the heartwarming scene unfolding before her, she couldn't help but let out a choked sob. A tearful smile graced her face as she watched the duck and the swan gradually transform into Lucifer and You, respectively. The two characters held each other closely, their embrace exuding a sense of comfort and security.

Lucifer, still holding onto You, took to the skies, flying around with exuberance. His laughter filled the air, and his smile was contagious. You, too, shared in his joy, reveling in the moment with him.

As they soared through the clouds, a vivid memory of their first kiss flashed before your eyes. You remembered how you had wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, and he had held you close to him. The moment had been magical, and it was a memory that you cherished deeply.

You smiled, closing the locket as a gust of wind blew the magic away, and you along with it, returning back to your original form to dust.

A/n: idk what I just created there’s no part ii for this unless y’all beg me for it but idk still]

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lorkai · 2 years ago

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･゜ﾟ A/N: The ending was kind of rushed but that idea hadn't left my head since Nightbringer came out so I had to write it. All the turmoil, all the fear Mc felt being sent back in time, waking up and knowing that no one remembers them but they remember everyone??? Lots of potential for angst 🥹☕

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, this can be read as platonic or romantic

You are no longer their friend, you are no longer their lover. And worst of all, you are no longer a family member to them, everything you went through with them, all the shared stories that were the reasons for your tears and smiles, none of that has a meaning now. Because to them you are just a stranger, just the attendant who is there to help them.

Nothing more and nothing less.

And it hurts. It hurts when Lucifer kicks you out of his office because you aren't close enough for him to hear you or when you're not greeted by an enthusiastic Mammon who's about to drag you off on some silly adventure, it hurts when Levi doesn't chatter about anime he's seen and how he craves your company. It hurts when Satan doesn't look at you like he used to, with love and care, soft. It hurts even more when Asmo kicks you out of his room instead of inviting you in and telling stories from the Celestial Realm time while the two of you skin care each other, or the way Beel doesn't hug you the way he used to, and even the naps with Belphie and the constellation talk aren't what they used to be.

Tears flow freely down your eyes without you noticing. Nothing is like before and you are mourning people who are still alive, people who are by your side almost every day. Small sobs leave your throat, but you control yourself well enough for the sound not to echo through the kitchen.

You have to endure this, you have to be strong. But you can't, not now.

The pact marks on your body were transparent, still and cold, so different from the warmth and good feeling they had on your skin. And the thought that you and the brothers were once really a family seems so far away now, almost like a dream.

"Mc..." A soft voice sounds from behind you, as wistful as you feel.

He knows, of course he knows the pain that consumes you every day and you don't expect him to come to you to comfort you, you turn and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can. You need to know that this is real, that he is real.

And Solomon holds you gently, holds you when you scream and cry against his chest, he holds you as you spill the words that were stuck in your throat. No words he could utter would be good enough to assuage the pain that resides in your heart, nor could he understand the pain of losing such important people. He himself said that he was alone for a long time.

But you forget one thing.

"I'm here for you, Mc." Solomon reminds you, voice soft as he rubs circles on your back with one hand and wipes your tear with the other hand. There's a kind of urgency in his eyes as if he doesn't know if this will offer the comfort you need, but it does.

The warmth and soft scent of him are reminders that all of this is happening, but at least someone is there for you. He is there for you, Solomon is there by your side every morning, to protect you, to stand by you and to help you, especially help you to bear this giant weight that the world has thrown on your shoulders again.

"I am here." He whispered between the conjecture of your neck and shoulder, blowing raspberries against your skin to hear you chuckle softly. "Share your burdens with me more often, Mc. We can take this together, two pairs of hands are stronger than one."

You nodded, tired. All this turmoil of feelings made you want to lie down on the kitchen floor and sleep there in the fetal position, just like you and Belphie once did. And the memory made you laugh, especially when Lucifer failed to wake you up and decided it was best to just cover for you.

"Thanks, Solly." You hugged him again and buried your face in his chest, a mere contact was enough to relieve the pressure you had carried with you for an entire week and you looked at him with sparkling eyes as if he was the most precious thing to you. "Thank you for coming after me and for being by my side."

He flicked your forehead, barely suppressing the laughter in his expression. "All for my dearest apprentice. Now come on, Simeon has made some delicious cakes and I want to eat them with you."

Solomon dragged you out of your room and into the living room and there, he didn't give you a second to worry or overthink things. And you thanked him for it, for a moment you were almost back home and any moment everyone else would walk through that door. Except they wouldn't, but that was okay because you would find a way to get back home on your own.

And it was with that in mind that you went to sleep with a new determination rising in you.

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bilightningwhumper · 7 months ago

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Mangst 2024- Day 10

<<Previous . Masterlist . Next>>

Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood) Masterlist

“I can do whatever I want to you, and no one can stop me.”

Summary:

Director Wolf isn't happy about when Sienna was in heat. Potential spoiler excerpt from "Forever Prey"

Notes:

Warnings for this one: male whumper + female whumpee torture (sexual in nature, but no rape, though it is mentioned), blood, bondage, nsfw, 18+, derogatory language, victim blaming Characters: Sienna- Red Riding Hood Director Wolf- Big Bad Wolf Robin (mentioned)- Robin Hood Sam (mentioned)- Little Mermaid

Sienna’s POV

The orderlies threw Sienna to the floor before slamming the door closed. She yelped in pain as one of her wrists cracked against the floor. Cradling it to her chest, she sat up, wincing. The last shreds of her heat still made her head foggy, vision hazy. Her surroundings were little. Had they put her in an isolation room?

She didn’t have to wait long to wonder why as Director Wolf stormed in, slamming the door behind him as well.

“You bitch,” he snarled, kicking her in the side.

Crying out in pain, she curled up in the fetal position, sobbing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, not even sure what she was apologizing for.

Through her blurry vision, she watched as he loosened his tie, dropping it to the floor. Unbuckling his belt, he walked behind her. A strike from the belt on her back caused her to yelp again.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out, slut?” He whipped her again. “You go into heat and think you can take any partner you like?” Again. “Without my permission or consent?” And again.

Sienna whimpered, curling up tighter, trying to protect herself as she felt the force of the belt tearing at her clothing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

It hadn’t been her fault and she didn’t know why he was so mad. He’d been the one to put the breeding collar on her. She wasn’t allowed to lock her room because of it anymore. The alphas had just come in when they’d pleased and taken what they’d wanted from her. It wasn’t her fault. Right?

Taking a handful of her hair, he lifted her up before throwing her back down forcefully.

“Strip, bitch, before I do it for you.” he snarled before walking away.

She did as she was told as quickly as she could while her side and back screamed at her. Taking a hair-tie from her skirt’s pocket, she put up her hair too in a high ponytail, just like he liked. Then she bowed, hands by her head, chest to the floor, knees and legs tucked under her. Just be good and he might let her off easier.

Sienna heard him scoff, then his footsteps grew closer before his hand was in her hair again.

“Trying to be submissive won’t save you this time,” he growled in her ear. “I’m going to take my sweet time punishing you for this, omega.” His free hand closed around her throat, fingers digging into her scent glands. “You belong to me, only me. Understand?”

She nodded, biting back a whimper as she tried to take a breath.

“Good.” He threw her back to the ground again. “Stand in front of the mirror.”

Trembling, she did so. Red welts covered the left side of her body, a bruise beginning to form on her right side and throat. Already existing bruises from the unwilling mating she’d had to go through for the past week littered her hips and waist.

Wolf came over, putting her wrists in manacles, attaching them to chains she hadn’t noticed on the ceiling, keeping them apart into a Y-shape over her head. After he hit a button on a remote, she was raised to where her feet barely touched the floor. Then he took a spreader bar and attached her ankles to it, her body now shaped as an X in front of the mirror. Taking a step back to admire his work, he nodded before walking back to a table out of the mirror’s sight, coming back with a razor.

“I prefer my omegas to be hairless, if you don’t mind, darling.” he rumbled, coming over to undo her collar, dropping it to the floor as he kissed the side of her neck. “And you do want to be a good omega for me, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, sir.”

That must have been the right answer because he roughly pulled her into a kiss, pulling out a moan from her as his fingers dug into her skull and waist. He left her panting, whining for more as he broke the kiss, rumbling into her ear again. “I’ll be gentle, pet. Unlike those brutes who you welcomed into your nest.”

The razor moved across Sienna’s skin. Even with his supposed gentleness, Wolf left nicks and cuts all over her arms and torso. Blood started pooling, rolling down her body. Chills ran down her spine as he paid special attention to her legs.

“You look very good in red, little omega.” he said, leaving a longer cut along her shin.

She whined as he licked along the cut, kissing up along her inner thigh.

He started shaving around her pelvis. When she tried to close her eyes, not wanting to watch this in the mirror, Wolf slapped her there. “Don’t try to get out of your punishment, slut. You wanted this attention, now you’re going to get it.”

Sienna could barely see past her tears, but she didn’t close her eyes again.

After he finished shaving all the hair, he put the razor down. Then he bit her, hard, on her inner thigh, right near her genitals.

She gasped and moaned, head leaning back as he did the same to her other leg. She felt so naked and vulnerable, even more so than before. The cold against her now very bare skin triggered some arousal, slick building up inside her, though not dripping yet.

Wolf noticed anyway, standing up to stalk behind her, breathing down her neck. “Do you like this, whore? Your cunt spread and open for whoever to come by and take you?” He reached around, running his fingers up and down her sides, onto her stomach, pressing his groin into her from behind. “I can do whatever I want to you, and no one can stop me.”

Shuddering, Sienna let out a small moan. She didn’t want this. She knew she didn’t. But her body was responding to him anyway. Robin and Sam kept telling her it was just a defense mechanism. Something meant to be natural, even during assault. How could it be though? Wolf was right. She was just a whore, a slut, a breeder, nothing more.

Wolf smirked at her in the mirror before pinching at her nipples. “Now to get to the real fun.”

Chains jingling, Sienna tried to move her head to watch Wolf as he left the mirror’s range. She lost sight of him anyway as he went behind her. But she didn’t have to wait long before something struck her back, not even giving her a chance to yelp, just gasp in pain before it happened again.

“I think thirty strikes will suffice, don’t you, pet?” he said, coming back with a flogger. But it was making a strange sound, tinkling, like metal.

Then he whipped her across the front and she gasped again as small gashes appeared on her ribs.

“Thirty,” he said again, dragging the strands across her body, over her breasts as she trembled under his touch. “for all the knots you took. For how many times they bred you and you didn’t do a thing to stop them.”

Swallowing hard, she choked out. “I accept whatever punishment my alpha wishes to give me for my disloyalty.”

He grinned, teeth sharp, still stained with her blood. “Good girl.”

And he began. Nothing was left untouched, except her face and neck. Red lines bloomed all over her body, blood flowing everywhere. Her freshly shaved pussy had also been spared from the whip, but not from his hand as he spanked her there multiple times. She’d lost count but was sure he hadn’t stopped at thirty.

Once he’d finished, he unchained first her legs, then her arms, so she crumpled to the floor, unable to stand from the aching sting that was her body. She barely heard it in warning before water was poured down on her that stung and smarted all the cuts on her body. It was probably mixed with some sort of antiseptic.. She had no more energy to scream or cry, so she just laid there, barely moving in a puddle of chemically clean water and her own blood.

Sienna barely registered as Wolf walked away, opening a door to let the orderlies in again.

“Take it back to my room. I will require cleaning and breeding supplies.” he demanded. Sneering down at Sienna, he said, “If the bitch wants to be bred so bad, I’ll happily oblige.”

The fight was already gone from Sienna’s body as they lifted her up and walked her out of the room to Director Wolf’s quarters.

Whatever Robin had in plan for an escape, she hoped they’d be able to do it soon. Because she didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

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s0nia246 · 9 months ago

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Prologue: Remnant's Resonance

(Thank you, everyone, for like my au and thank @melancholyofinvisibleshores for the ideas. So for bad writing. Blood and Gore warning)

All I remember was bright light, then a pitch black sky with no moon, yet the trees cast shadows, the leaves to color of blood.

My body was stuck to the ground like glue, and it’s only when my brain started waking up that I could move my limbs at all. Then came the pain.

The throbbing in my head as if someone had taken a hammer to my skull, my hands on fire, but they were too numb to notice any of this until the world came into focus.

It was so cold.

So very cold.

Where.... am I

Where is everyone......

What happened to Remnant.....

Did the plan work.....

did it not.....

No. It had to have worked.

I'm not dead. It was just a hallucination. An illusion brought on by exhaustion. That's all it was. A figment of my imagination. Just a dream. My subconscious must be going mad from trying to make sense of everything that has happened. I just gave to open my eyes to confirm, yet when I moved my neck, an intense, piercing, shooting pain shot through every nerve ending in my body that made me cry out in agony, clutching at my chest and screaming until tears streamed down my face.

What's happening to me?!

Why can't I move!

What has been done to me?!

How will I ever get out of here?!

My mind screamed.

This isn't real!

This isn't real! My inner voice repeated, trying desperately to convince myself that it wasn't real.

But it was really alright. I was stuck in some kind of forest with no clear path leading anywhere. Wait? This looks familiar....am I in the Everfall forest? But how did I get here?

Ruby quickly sat up as all her memories flooded back to her. Everything she had done and what she knew about came flooding in. Her teammates, their mission, her friends, Fighting Salem, everything.

She looked around for anything that could help her escape this place. The trees, trees everywhere! They seemed to cover every available inch of land within sight. There didn't appear to be a way to climb them even if there was a path she could see in front of her.

Nothing.

Just endless foliage all around her. Pain started to spread through her lower abdomen, which prompted Ruby to try and sit more upright.

The pain intensified, making her grip her stomach tightly in order to stop herself from screaming anymore. But the pain kept spreading through her whole body, and before she knew it, she was crying uncontrollably again.

The pain then went up her body to her lungs and throat, and she couldn't control it anymore! She put her hand over her mouth as she felt something coming out of it ..something red... blood.

No no no no no NO!

I don't want this to be real!!

Please, God no!

Don't take this from me.

I can't handle anything else right now!

Not today! Not now! Please! Someone! Anyone, please help me!!! Help her!!!! Save her!!!!!!!!!!!

She threw up in her hand as she continued sobbing loudly, feeling helpless as her entire body shook from a wave of grief.

As the last thing that left her lips was 'Please no, please no', she let go. After everything she had experienced that night alone, she finally allowed herself to collapse onto her side, curling into a fetal position as she continued to scream in anguish.

Her blood landed on the snow like a crimson waterfall, and soon, her body grew colder with each passing second. Soon enough, she began shivering violently as cold sweat dripped down her face and fell onto the ground.

She looked down at her bloody throw up and noticed a gold scepter adorned with intricate engravings.

"How did that come out of me?" Ruby thought as she picked up scepter. It was as big as her hands. She puts the Relic on her belt loop as she she looked around at her surroundings once more, still seeing nothing but forest, trees, and more woods.

Nothing changed.... was that opening always there?

Ruby squinted her silver eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever had caused her such extreme discomfort, hoping it would disappear like the rest of the scenery. It didn't, though, even after staring at the dark horizon for nearly 30 minutes without seeing a thing.

The only difference between the surrounding forest was the large patch of ice where she had thrown up, and her blood stained the snowy landscape.

"Why is her grave her?" Ruby had the get up. She had to see if it was true.. If she truly was Summer's grave.

She struggled to get up, using her hands and arms to push herself upright against the tree trunk that supported her. Each time she tried, the pain got worse.

Every time she took a step towards her late mother's grave though, it stopped. Like the pain was somehow negated by the snow. Or maybe... it was because of the ice covering the ground.

Either way, it made her feel better. She was getting somewhere. She had to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other, no matter how painful or agonizing it might be. Ruby was strong, tougher than she looked, she reminded herself as she pushed forward, trying to ignore the pain radiating throughout her whole body.

"Summer Rose / Thus Kindly I Scatter." Read her mother's grave stone. She read them slowly as she limped forward.

She stared at the letters etched in the smooth white rock, feeling her legs start giving out under her. It hurt so much. All of her muscles ached, especially her legs and arms. And she felt hot and cold. She was sweating profusely, and she couldn't seem to control her shaking.

She leaned against the gravestone, placing one knee to the ground and using it for support before she slumped down to the ground, letting herself fall to the ground in a heap, the everything was on her mind, she just want to talk to anyone at this point.

"Please. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you scared? Am I too late?"

Her silver eyes looked up over the cliff edge, and her eyes widened in fear. A large pool of ink-black liquid that fills the lake below her glowed a deep red as blood spilled from the edges. It ran over the rocks, forming a wide pool of thick black ink before spilling out into the frozen waters of Lake Everglade.

As she watched, horrified, a large unknown grimm jumped from the surface and swam towards her, grabbing onto the edge of the stone.

They are far more terrible than every Grimm she has ever encountered, and they are advancing towards her, their murmurs forming discernible words now:

"You are Little Red Riding Hood! Little Red Riding Hood, you are! You play with the birds, the bees, and the woods! Your name is Little Red Riding Hood! Your name is Ruby Rose!"

Hearing her name spoken by the Grimm company is what breaks Ruby out of her stupor. In a heartbeat, she activates her semblance and zooms out of the clearing.

"Don't run Ruby. Everyone misses you. We're so glad you decided to come back. Come on home now!" the grimm voices called out in unison. One of them added, "It's okay now. We miss you very much." before fading away completely. "We'll be waiting for you. We love you."

Ruby felt tears run down her cheeks, as another thought crossed her mind:

What have I become...?

@weiss-royal-schnee @surefootcleric

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michaelasworlds-blog · 9 months ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Nice

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Chapter 6: Ringtone

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, Suicide🚨

“Open the door!” The police banged on the bathroom door.

The girl sat in a fetal position with her back against it sobbing, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed.

“Baby, they just wanna talk, just let us in!” Her mother’s voice came from the other side.

“We saw the footage! We just wanna know what you were doing in her house!” Another police officer banged on the door.

The girl continued to sob, she looked around the room trying to find an escape; any escape. The knob began violently turning, the door sounded like it would come off its hinges, “GO AWAY!!” She screamed. The girl continued to scream and cry when she heard a musical tune, it sounded kind of like a jingle? No, a ringtone; “Where’s my phone,” she looked around the bathroom. The ringtone and the yelling from outside got louder, she covered her ears wanting the pain to go away “WHERE IS IT?!” The girl screamed, throwing objects around.

Her screaming soon stopped, as she finally had an idea. The girl eyed the bottle of drainage cleaner beside the toilet, all the noise seemed to muffle into the background.

She grabbed the bottle..

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Sugar’s eyes opened, she shot up in bed. The ringtone continued, she looked around the bed for her phone. Right before finding it there was a knock. at her bedroom door, “Will you answer that already? People are trying to sleep!” A voice from the other side yelled.

Sugar looked at her phone, it was Valentino again; rolling her eyes she rejected it. She got off the bed making her way to the door, opening she saw Angel standing in the doorway; “Oh? Was that you or..”

“Nah, that was Voe she likes to sleep in,” he responded. “Ya know it’s almost been a week since you left,”

“Yeah..?” She raised an eyebrow.

“How are you doing?” Angel leaned against her door.

“He keeps calling, and texting and leaving voicemails, he won’t stop,” Sugar said on the verge of panic.”

Angel touched her shoulders, “Just calm down, just keep ignoring him; coming downstairs?”

“In a few,” Sugar strained a smile before closing the door. She sat in front of her mirror staring at her reflection.

“I am fine.” She lied.

“At first it’s going to be hard to pick up stuff, but that’s why I put short nails on you,” Sugar told Erin while she did her eyeliner.

“This feels silly,” Erin laughed.

“Stop moving your head away," Sugar pulled Erin’s face towards hers. “And…I’m done, look,” she held up a hand mirror in front of her.

Erin looked at herself amazed, “I love it!” She beamed, “Thank you!” She hugged Sugar.

“Anytime,” Sugar hugged her back.

For the past few days Sugar talked to the guests in the hotel, getting to know them and helping out when she could. She even entertained Rave from time to time. This was all to keep her busy from her ringing phone, she even took walks at night. The calm environment of the hotel was relaxing for Bean, she stayed out of the way and didn’t screw anything up, especially on Sugar’s nightly walks. It was a win-win situation.

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“So, how’s it going?” Husk gave Angel a smile.

“Sugar says she’s fine, Val keeps calling her and shi-”

“I was talking about you,” Husk interrupted him.

“Oh, well you know me I’m..eh not so great,” Angel sunk into the bar seat. “I don’t know what to do next.”

“What do you mean?” Husk raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, I’m just exhausted,” Angel groaned, putting his head on the table. Val’s been on his ass for the past week, actors and actresses keep getting found seriously injured or killed. It’s been setting him back on filming, Vox and Velvette are running out of excuses to tell the fans.

“Wait, are the attacks still happening?” Husk is alarmed.

“Yeah but I’m not too worried about that,” Angel brushes it off. If anyone tried to come into his dressing room it’d be over before they turned his knob, his door knob..

“Just be careful,” Husk sounded concerned

“Careful? I am offended that you used that word in my presence,” Angel jokes. Husk smirks, pouring Angel a drink, he takes it and looks back at Sugar who was talking to the newbies. She seems pretty happy, but he knew that she was struggling on the inside.

“Well well look at this,” a voice said from behind them.

Angel jumped on the bar, “Holy shit!” Alastor was standing where he once was sitting. With his usual stupid grin.

Husk glares at the Radio Demon, “What do you want?”

“Can’t I just have a few drinks with friends?” Alastor leaned on the bar, both Angel and Husk gave him blank stares.

Angel gets off the bar sitting in the stool next to him, Husk slides a drink over to him.

“Can I just say this is a strange bunch of sinners,” Alastor looked over at the guests. “Apparently things are a lot different from when I was alive.”

“Welcome to the future Smiles, it’s not the Great Depression anymore,” Angel rolled his eyes.

“Ah..memories,” Alastor reminisced. “I’ve learned so much from this group, interesting stuff and horrifying stuff,” He grinned evilly.

“Oh yeah,” Angel turned to him. “Like what?” Husk listened.

“The Ezekiel boy got his entire family slaughtered, Erin watched her friend drown in a lake; and what’s funny is she died from drowning,” Alastor laughed.

“That explains the webbed fingers and gills,” Husk scoffed.

“Did you hear anything from Sug-”

“Wait! I’m not done!” He interrupted Angel. “That Eric boy has nothing interesting going for him, useless in life and in death.” He shakes his head.

“So..what about Sugar?” Husk asked after an awkward silence.

“Hmm, I haven’t had the chance to meet her, I’ve met Bean; such a sweet girl.”

“Wait? But they’re the same person,” Angel was confused.

“Now my good man, you can’t possibly think that Sugar is just a stage name; I thought you worked with the girl,” Alastor smiled mischievous. “Well chums I’ll be back later, I have things to do, sinners to see,” he walked off laughing.

“What the hell, I made that asshole a drink for nothin!” Husk complained.

Angel sighed in frustration,“I hate that guy sometimes.”

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“I just think you’d look really nice if you maybe wore something like..” Sugar looked around Eric’s room. “What about this leather jacket?” She holds up a leather jacket.

“Leather?” Eric looked skeptical. “This is so 80s.”

“Leather will always be in,” she smiled, handing him the jacket. He put it on looking in the mirror. “See? Leather goes with everything.” Her phone was going off, it wasn’t even on her.

“Is that your phone?” Eric asked.

“No, it’s yours,” Sugar rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back,” she walked out.

“Can I have your number?” He waited for an answer. There was none, “Dang it.”

Sugar stared at the ringing phone, her finger hovered over reject but moved over to accept. She slowly put the phone to her ear, “Hello?”

“Sugar baby, how are you?” Valentino’s voice came from the phone.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, “I’m ok.”

“I miss you, it’s not the same,” he whined. “I need you here with me, please come back.”

Taking a deep breath she answered, “No, at least not right now.” There was silence.

“Okay, how about I take you out tonight? And we can talk alright?” Valentino answered.

“Okay.”

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“Sugar Cube I’m so happy you agreed to meet me,” Valentino smirked, leaning back on the couch.

“I assumed you would’ve wanted to go somewhere where we can be alone,” Sugar tried talking over the loud music.

“We are alone,” Valentino looked confused.

“We are in a club,” she responded with a blank expression.

“Who cares, let’s get to what’s important,” he said, blowing red smoke into the air.

“I want to live at the hotel, and come into work,” Sugar said.

Valentino laughed, “I can see you still don’t know how this works,” he stops smiling, pulling her towards him. “I own you, you don’t get to choose unless I say so!” He said angrily. “Are we at an understanding?”

“Angel can go back and forth, but I can’t-”

“Angel is on thin ice as it is, and besides; like I said I miss you,” he touches her face smirking. “Why can’t we go back to the way things were huh?” Valentino leans in to kiss Sugar but she turns her head away.

“I want to go home,” she said seriously.

He was staring at her in silence, it scared her; “Oh you wanna go home?” Valentino stood up and yanked Sugar by the arm.

“Val stop! You’re hurting me!” She yelled, while he dragged her out of the club.

He pulls her to the back of the building, “Here you go,” he pushes her into a black dumpster, she falls on the ground looking up at Valentino in fear. “You seem to forget your place, at one point THIS was your home!” He looks disgusted.

Sugar said nothing trying to hold back tears.

“You were nothing! No one knew who you were! Not even the filthy demons that ripped you to shreds, let me ask you,” He bends to her level. “Did Angel come get you and give you a home?”

She shakes her head. Valentino picks her up by her shirt slamming her against the wall, “Did anyone in that shitty hotel give you a home?!” He yelled in her face.

Sugar started crying, no. Bean started to cry, “I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“I don’t think you are sorry,” he drops her. “I think you need to think about what you’ve done, so stay here, or wherever your home is then get back to me in the morning okay?” Valentino smirked before walking off, leaving a sobbing Bean in the dark alley.

After a few minutes she got up, anger filled Sugar’s body; toxic waste came from her mouth and out of her body.

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Alastor hummed a tune as he walked down the dark halls of the hotel. He had to admit, though these new guests were very interesting it was far from entertaining. Where had the excitement gone? The drama? The showtunes? The-

His thoughts were interrupted by a dark figure standing at the end of the hall, his smile widened knowing exactly who this was; walking towards the figure he was proven right.

“Am I talking with Bean? No…Sugar,” he said. There was no answer, the blue demon stared at him with a blank expression; she was covered in blood. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I was wondering when Bean would stop with the charade.”

Sugar said nothing still staring, her mouth opened; a green liquid came out landing on the floor and burning the carpet.

“I didn’t really like that carpet anyway,” Alastor looked at the floor, then back at her. “I do hope to see you more often.”

Sugar walked past him and into her room. Alastor looked at her room smiling evilly.

This was the entertainment he had been waiting for.

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titanicfreija · 1 year ago

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The sides of the cube confused the exhausted Titan. Cover could be found, she could learn where her enemies would be and how they would attack, she had the opening room and one other memorized, but she struggled. Swarms kept enough distance that she couldn't clear them all with a single hammer, the Knights could spray their flaming essence across each of the rooms, the stupid retaliating snipers lived in the ceilings.

She died nearly a hundred more deaths in just a few hours.

She got better as time went, getting accustomed to the layouts. Two sides in particular only rolled around occasionally, and Freija never got to memorize them.

And thus, on her fifth mote collection, on the last run she'd need to finish this part...

She forgot the floor opened up, and she fell through into emptiness after a jump.

Sunny didn't even want to wake her up.

She would be even angrier if she pulled them out.

The Ghost resurrected her Guardian and braced herself for the rage.

She wanted the rage more than what she got.

The Titan rolled to her side and tried to slow the shuddering breath, trying to press the sob back into her chest.

"Oh..."

"I'm okay," she lied, voice wild with suppressed tears. "I'm. Fucking. Fine," she pressed, throwing herself to her feet and stumbling. "I'm okay," she repeated.

"Freija, it's --"

"I'm not leaving now! Stop! I'm--"

"You're not! At least admit that you're hurt! It's okay to be hurt!"

The Titan stood silent, breath coming in sharp gasps.

Sunny flew into Freija's face, trying to see through the helm. "Please."

"I'm fine," Freija growled, storming into the center of the room and summoning the Taken once more.

This time, she didn't even finish the first collection.

She mixed the motes and couldn't grab them, and when the next Knights spawned, both rushed the Titan's hiding spot, cornering her.

So much Taken fire poured like napalm, breaking through her shields and sinking in and burning armor and flesh alike. The screams forced their ways out, squeezing her lungs until she couldn't scream anymore. Her helm called her fire in a desperate attempt to save her, only prolonging the time she spent overwhelmed with black flame.

The Knights continued well after the Guardian's death, all but stripping the body of flesh and leaving stained bones before they vanished, leaving the smoking husk of former Awoken lying in the fetal position in the corner, sinew-coated skeleton clutching her empty shotgun and a handful of shells.

Sunny hesitated again. Could she remember how much it hurt? Would her body keep telling her about the damage?

She put her Guardian back together, taking her time this time to make sure everything was perfect and in place. It felt like something should be missing by now, like something would be fighting the reformation.

Once awake, the Titan swallowed her tears and turned away as though she could hide it from Sunny. Even her helmet wept.

"It's okay," Sunny promised kindly, but Freija turned away and staggered when she tried to get up.

"I'm fine," she lied in a creaking voice, unable to fully stop a sob, and she sat heavily on the ground, rocking. "I'll be fine, it's just pain, it just hurt, I'm okay, I don't even feel it anymore, it's just memory clinging."

As she spoke, her voice squeaked and her words ran together as she tried not to cry and failed.

"It's okay to cry after burning to death the eightieth time in a day," Sunny promised.

That apparently did it, because the sobs finally broke through and she took her helmet down to wipe her face.

"I didn't mind the other seventy-nine, I don't know what made this one so much worse!" she wailed, burying her head into an arm. "It still hurts!"

Sunny scanned to make sure that she didn't somehow miss a spot. Ascendent and Taken energy alike surrounded her, but that was normal here. No damage could be found, even after looking over a couple of extra spectrums. "There's nothing left to heal. Any sensation is lingering from your last death," Sunny promised.

Freija whimpered. "Maybe it was the fear, I don't know, fuck, those guys are so fucking big and I forget until they're on top of me like that, and I even like that part when my guns are loaded 'cos it's easier to hit 'em! Fuck! It hurts!"

"Will you please--"

The Titan hurled a rock at her Ghost with a cry of frustration. "Leave me dead if you want me to quit that bad!"

The Titan's contrition shone plain on her face, brow softening and jaw pulling, but Sunny still felt the sting.

The Ghost pulled her shell in close and lowered in the air as the Guardian spun where she sat to face away completely.

"That was wrong, I'm sorry," Freija said softly. "I don't want to quit. I really really don't. I'm not staying instead of quitting, quitting is not a thing on my mind until you ask me to."

"Please? You're here because I asked you to, why is it different when I ask you to stop?"

"You always try and talk me out of shit when it's trouble. I'm okay. I got that burned in the Dreaming City during a cycle run for Petra."

"Not that burned."

"I'm still fine."

@annieruok94

First Hall

First Hall 2

Centurion

Centurion 2

Infinity

Failure <-

Last stage

Victory

Hard time (med)

Something wrong (med)

Forced Healing (med)

Admiring (short)

Showing the Chatter Club (short)

Showing Caiatl (short)

Last one (short)

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #prophecy #prophecy dungeon #dungeon

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storytimedarkening · 2 years ago

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At first, she didn’t know what he liked. She would later become an expert on his body and the exact moans and movements that would get him off, but initially she was terrified and he beat her mercilessly for her fear. She recalled the first time she went down on him. She had woken up in the cell with a full bladder. She attempted to open the door and found it locked, obviously. For some reason the sensation of her full bladder combined with the knowledge the door was locked from the outside made her panic worse than she ever had since her capture. She pounded on the door. Silence. She screamed out for anyone, and then pitifully cried “I have to pee”. More silence. She slid down to the floor against the door and felt a tiny bit of urine trickle out of her bladder and run down her leg. This must have been what he wanted - her desperate and filthy. She was. She realized then that his earlier words about making sure she was ‘well-prepped’ at all times meant this state: dirty, unable to stop from soiling herself, scared and desperate to please him so he would meet her basic needs. Just as this thought occurred to her, she heard the man unlocking the door.

She smelled him before she saw him. Cigarettes, cheap beer, what might have been a flavored vape or vodka, and unwashed hairy flesh. He narrowed his eyes at her position. She had laid down on the ground in the fetal position around her bursting bladder. He kicked her once, hard, in the stomach. She immediately urinated all over herself. The sound of the liquid trickling onto the floor was the last straw. She began sobbing and pleading to the man. “I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t mean to make a mess, I’m so so sorry, I’ll clean it up, I didn’t mean to, please don’t hurt me!” He smiled at her distress. “Oh, you’ll clean it up.” With that, he grabbed the back of her head and mashed her face into the puddle that was rapidly soaking into the carpet. The fibers were rough against her cheek, not softened at all by the urine. “Open your fucking mouth, you think this mess is gonna get cleaned up with just your cheeks?” She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He wiped her face back and forth along the filthy carpet. She could feel small hairs getting stuck to her tongue along with pieces of the carpet. And all along, the stench of piss. It smelled like fear. “Put your lips together. I’m going to press your face into the carpet and you’re gonna suck the piss out of it. I don’t want to hear any crying about it either - you made this mess and you’re gonna clean it, like you said. I didn’t bring you to my house to have you piss everywhere like a bitch.” She began fighting to get away at these words. He wrapped both of his large hands in her hair and held her still before forcing her face towards the ground. “Get ready to suck.” Her lips met the carpet. She sucked up as much urine as she could. He moved her over the floor with his hands wrapped in her hair still so she could clean up several areas where the piss had puddled. He finished by wiping the remainder with the hair tied in his fist before throwing her back on the floor.

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heavysighing-dreamyeyes · 2 months ago

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beLOVED, I am not normal about this. Someone PLEASE sedate me. I'm fr feral for your Arkham Knight. Literally, I want to annotate this entire fic.

“You lied to me!” You screamed, making your throat sting at the guttural sound leaving your body.

insane opener, I'm on my knees.

Your thoughts completely plagued by old memories, old decisions that you had repeatedly told yourself that were nothing but you overthinking, that it was going to be okay. Now you were paying for it. Mentally and physically.

The things we over look for love, ahh, I know the reader could have seen this coming but hindsight as 20/20 and of course we want to believe that he hasn't changed, that he's still the boy we fell in love with. When I get my hands on you, op!!

“I can’t believe I listened to you!” You started to scratch at your arm. Feeling the prick of your skin as the pain was the only thing keeping you in the present. “I trusted everything you told me—“

Yesss, losing it over here. Jason has our complete trust, He knows that, and he's going to use that to keep what he wants. How do you even come to terms with finding out he's been doing nothing manipulating you?? What else isn't real??

“I do love you.” Jason stepped forward, letting a tinge of tenderness slip, something he used on the days you two spent together, when he wasn’t covered head to toe in blood. When there wasn’t red footsteps littering your home.

Actually going crazy over this paragraph. We want to believe that so badly, but everything he's doing is contrary to that statement. And the way he slips into acting like he used to do?? SO SICK AND TWISTED!! He knows how to lower the readers walls, knock them off balance in a way that has them second-guessing themselves. And doing all of that while covered in someone else's blood? OW

Jason reached toward you, the blood covering his hands smearing onto your face, under your chin.

LISTEN!! There's so much going on here. Lines like this are why I'm obsessed with AK!Jason Todd. Even when he's trying to be tender, he stains everything he touches.

“I did it for us, for you.” Jason kept stepping closer. Bringing the rotten smell closer to you.

Look, I folded. Doesn't matter that this is a lie, or a false truth he convinced himself of, I just know the way he's saying it sounds so believable.

“You don’t do that.” You quietly repeated to yourself, all energy draining from your body.

Sobbing.

“You can’t abandon me, not like Bruce did. I can live in the anger that I have for him, but I won’t survive a moment without you in my life. You can’t leave me.” Jason shakily grabbed onto your shoulders.

and that's what it all comes down to!! AH, it's worded so perfectly. In the end, is it even about the reader anymore? Or does he just need anyone to stay? Does it even need to be you as long as it's someone? Do you even really matter to him the same way anymore?

Like a switch, he started to rub your arms, so gentle in the ways you always knew. In the same way you liked, but right now you hated every single disgusting second of it.

He is playing the reader so hard, but it is so convincing. Genuinely, I have no idea what's real and what's not. The only thing I'm sure about is that he's so confident in the fact he needs them to stay.

“My Jason is gone—“ You cried, voice completely gone.

screaming, crying, throwing up

The blood that wasn’t his smeared onto you. A physical seal that you were joining in on the sins of this man, this awful, awful man.

AHHH, an actual deal with the devil, I'm going to need to throw things then curl up in the fetal position to stare into the void. Incredible work as always!!

Hourglass

Pairing: AK!Jason x Reader

A/N: ooo boi, let’s try a new Jason! Arkham Knight Jason my beloved my tragic king. I hope my interpretation lives up to expectations. This is dedicated to @heavysighing-dreamyeyes because i’ve seen the writing on their AK Jason and it made me want to give it a try :) tons of flowers for them 💐 ENJOY :D comment any thoughts, i love to read them

Summary: Who is Jason? You don’t seem to know anymore.

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, toxic Jason, angst follows AK jason he can’t escape it, possessive Jason, warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 1.1k

“You lied to me!” You screamed, making your throat sting at the guttural sound leaving your body.

Every inch of your body shook, your eyes blurring at the burn of your anger…or sadness? Whatever it was, it was taking over you fully.

Your thoughts completely plagued by old memories, old decisions that you had repeatedly told yourself that were nothing but you overthinking, that it was going to be okay.

Now you were paying for it. Mentally and physically.

“I know.” Jason stood calmly. Voice so normal you felt like you were going crazy.

Tick.

Like this was all some twisted joke and he was ready to tell you it was all fake. That he had not done the one thing you pushed to the back of your mind every night, holding onto Jason’s body and shirt before you closed your eyes to sleep.

Tick.

“I had to do it—“ Jason’s voice steadily explained.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t bear looking into the same eyes you have laid out everything to.

“You don’t love me—you never have!” You felt your legs starting to wobble, your body twitching as the emotions of betrayal were all too overwhelming.

Tick.

You were running into furniture, unable to see anything past the blurs of hot tears. The edge of the dining table cutting into your waist causing you to cry out at the sting.

You imagined if someone were to look between the two of you, they would assume you were having two completely different conversations.

Tick.

Two people in two different scenes, two different scenarios.

“I do love you.” Jason stepped forward, letting a tinge of tenderness slip, something he used on the days you two spent together, when he wasn’t covered head to toe in blood.

When there wasn’t red footsteps littering your home.

But all it did now was make you hazy, no longer capable of deciding what was real or in your emotional madness.

Tick.

He felt too calm. Like he predicted your hysterical reaction and was cleaning up the pieces as you let your deranged mind say and do what you wanted.

Tick.

Your scratched arms hurt, your sides hurt, your chest hurt from the grating breaths leaving your lungs.

Tick.

Every single second felt like agony.

“I love you so much.” Jason took another step.

“No.”

Tick. Tick.

“We can get passed this—“

“Stop.”

Make it stop. Make him stop.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Please.

TickTickTickTick

You couldn’t do this.

Each step from his heavy boots echoed in your ears. Your head hung down to your chest and you couldn’t bare to move, only caving in to your body.

Your pupils shook, radiating and pulsing as you kept them down.

Jason reached toward you, the blood covering his hands smearing onto your face, under your chin.

Red hot alarms were going off in your head.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

“No, no! Do not touch me!” You started to pace back, not making it far because your legs were shaking so badly.

The blood stunk.

The metallic stench was making your stomach crawl.

“I did it for us, for you.” Jason kept stepping closer. Bringing the rotten smell closer to you.

“Nothing has ever been for us. Look at yourself!”

“Please. I just need you. Only you.”

“I don’t want this. You killed all those people. You don’t do that!” You yelled, falling to the floor, breathless as your legs finally couldn’t handle your racing heart. “You don’t do that.” You quietly repeated to yourself, all energy draining from your body.

Your high from the anger minimizing as your energy was rapidly being used up.

You continued to mumble to yourself. Incoherent thoughts and debate leaving your mouth in jumbled mumbles as your mind couldn’t process anything he was doing.

Jason fell down to his knees next to you.

His grip hurting, digging into your skin even through your clothes. Your wince blending into your gasps for air in your need to flail away from him.

The madness in his eyes scared you.

Who was this?

Like a switch, he started to rub your arms, so gentle in the ways you always knew. In the same way you liked, but right now you hated every single disgusting second of it.

“Jason, I can’t do this! I can’t—“

“No, no, we can get out of this. I promise.”

“I can’t listen to another one of your stupid lies.”

“I’m not lying, I’m telling you the truth. Please believe me.” He leaned in. Gently nudging his forehead to yours.

“I gave up everything to be here with you.” You choked out. Your body and mind confused at what to consider sincere and the want to reciprocate his physical touch.

“I know, I know. But you have me. We have each other.” He gently whispered.

“But all of this.” You harshly spoke, looking at his bloodied armor. “This doesn’t involve me as much as you want to believe it does.”

You gasped, tears running down your face, removing parts of the red that stained your face.

“You didn’t wake up from the dead to come back to me. As much as I lie to myself everyday that you did.” You clawed at Jason, but his armor didn’t even scratch, no inch of skin visible beside his face.

You were out of breath. It was a miracle you were getting any words out.

“My Jason is gone—“ You cried, voice completely gone.

“I’m right here—“ Jason cooed. His eyebrows scrunching at you completely falling apart in front of him.

“My Jason is gone…he’s gone.” You weeped.

All anger and feeling in your muscles vanished, overcome with grief. Something you had pushed down, that you never fully processed until Jason had come back.

Broken, but in one piece.

It was a miracle, but he always felt off. Like something in your ears was whispering that he wasn’t real.

And it was right.

He wasn’t the real Jason.

Not the way you knew him.

But he was here.

He was holding you.

Tick.

In shaky hesitancy, you reached up.

Slowly embracing the man who had betrayed you. Who was planning something so atrocious you couldn’t fathom the scale of it.

Your legs shook from the cold floor, but you held onto Jason, equally as cold.

With numb fingers, you tightly held on.

You felt him cusp the back of your head.

The blood that wasn’t his smeared onto you. A physical seal that you were joining in on the sins of this man, this awful, awful man.

You squeezed him, closing your eyes.

Tick.

#rae's fic recs #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader

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theseuswritess · 3 years ago

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Xenophilius Lovegood x reader

Notes: this is my first time writing anything on here so I hope y’all enjoy. Sorry for any grammatical errors. This was inspired by @sevsnapes and her recent Xeno works

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“Xeno, I'm home.” You called out, shutting the front door behind you.

Silence greeted you as you walked into the living room searching for your partner. The newest article for the Quibbler was left half finished in the typewriter with Xeno’s notes surrounding it on the coffee table. You frowned slightly when there was still no sight of or response from Xenophilius. Quickly you walked through into the kitchen but found it empty as the living room, so you headed for the spiral stairs to the upper floor.

Once upstairs you noticed the door to yours and Xeno’s bedroom was left ajar, but the room itself was dark as night. Silently you pulled your wand from your sleeve as your heart started pounding. Thoughts of rogue dark wizards seeking revenge on you for your position as an auror plagued your mind. You crept towards the open door, wand held out before you in a white knuckle grip.

Slowly you pushed the door open and nearly dropped your wand in shock. Huddled in the corner of your room, between the wall and bed, was Xenophilius. Head buried between his knees, he rocked back and forth in the fetal position. You quickly scanned the room for any possible threats before crouching down beside him.

“Xeno.” You muttered softly and reached out a hand to place on his shoulder. The moment your fingertips brushed his arm he was scrambling to get away from you. He pushed himself further into the corner away from you, almost like he was trying to hide in the wall itself.

“NO, NO STAY AWAY! Don’t hurt me please.” He screamed while trying to get as far from you as possible.

The pure terror in his voice caused you to shrink away from him before snapping out of it. You placed your wand on the floor beside you and held up both hands, showing him you were unarmed.

“Xeno, love, it’s me. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.” You whispered so as not to scare him. “You’re safe love, you’re home. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Slowly Xeno stopped shaking and lifted his head from between his knees to look at you. His pale eyes were unfocused and filled with tears. You gave him a small smile and carefully lowered your hands. He locked eyes with you and just stared for a moment before a look of recognition washed over him.

“Dove?” Xeno rasped, his throat sore from the violent screaming moments before. His bottom lip started trembling as his eyes focused and he realized what had happened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t realize…” His words trailed off as he choked back a sob. You moved to sit near him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him against you.

He tensed for a moment before pressing his face into your neck and letting out the tears he was holding in. His tears grew to loud sobs and he turned fully to throw his arms around you, pressing his entire body into you. You held him tightly as he cried, running one hand up and down his back while the other cradled the back of his head.

Blinking away your own tears you pressed your lips to the top of his head. You whispered words of comfort in his ear and tightened your grip on him, attempting to keep him grounded. Xeno’s sobs eventually tapered off into occasional sniffles as he clung to you.

“I thought they were back. That they had come to drag me back to that hell.” His words were muffled against your shirt and he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. You moved the hand on his head to press it to his cheek wiping away the tears.

“They’re never going to hurt you again. You’re safe now and never going back there. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again.” Your words brought a new wave of tears to his eyes and he squeezed them shut. Catching sight of your wand laying on the floor beside you gave you an idea. Pulling your hand away from Xeno’s face you reached out to grab the wand. You quietly muttered the incantation and flicked your wand.

A bright silvery blue light sprung from the point of your wand in a shapeless cloud before solidifying. Xeno opened his eyes as something soft bumped his cheek. Your Patronus pressed its head into Xeno’s shoulder and you could feel him relaxing next to you as he watched the beast. He raised a shaky hand and placed it on the creature's head, a sense of peace filling him. After a moment the silvery Patronus faded and Xeno turned to you with a smile as you set your wand down.

“A lioness. A protector, like you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and reached for your hand. “Thank you for staying with me through this my dove.”

“I love you Xenophilius, and I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again.”

#xenophilius lovegood #xenophilius Lovegood x reader

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years ago

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Angst

Was watching Queen of the Damned and got in a mood TW: Breakup, pining over an ex, Depressed thoughts, sappy shit, cuddles, whump, rough start to happy ending. Pro Hero Bakugou sad boi x AFAB reader. Do not copy, repost, translate, put on other sites or read as audio. Minors do not Interact.

You and your ex had split a long time ago. It wasn’t amicable but he didn’t cause a scene. Even all these months later you still found yourself pining after him sometimes. Wishing to smell the sweet, slightly fruity burnt caramel scent he naturally gave off. Run your hands through his soft, unruly ashen blonde hair. Feel the warmth and emotion from his hugs. But that wasn’t gonna happen anymore. You were the one who ended things. You couldn’t take the longs nights spent alone. Day sometimes weeks without him beside you. Sometimes he couldn’t contact you and that gnawed at your nerves and mind. There was always some danger than came with being dating a pro hero. You initially thought you could handle it. No more. You no longer had those naïve thoughts in your head. You needed stability. You needed monotony. You needed to know that your chosen partner was coming home to you at the end of the day. Something he couldn’t ever give you. There was only one thing he was focused on that claimed him heart, body, mind and soul. Becoming the number one hero and ousting Deku. He tried to convince you that things could work out. He could send friends over to keep you company on nights when he would be out or when he was away on missions. He tried to bargain that he would manage his time better so he could be with you. His cries and pleas fell on deaf ears. No matter how much he plead you continued to pack your shit or mark it with a yellow tag if it was a larger item. When you were done you informed him that you had your new place already ready for move in and this wasn’t a negotiation or a chance at reconciliation. It was goodbye. His Sanguine irises thinned out as his pupils grew in shock. For once he was left speechless. You were the love of his life. He never thought you were unhappy or he would have tried sooner. Sure, you had complained about him feeling alone but then you were always ok after a cuddle session. His hands hung limply at his sides as he watched you walk out the door with the things you could carry on your person. The reality not fully setting in until the next day when movers came and grabbed the rest of your things. That day had been the hardest day he could remember since he had become an adult and pro hero. He didn’t even know he was crying till Kirishima had come into the apartment he used to share with you and was guiding him to the couch. The couch he used to lay down on and cuddle with you. The couch he loved to pin you down on and kiss butterflies into your gut.

The red head wiped his face off with a wet towel and it dawned on him that he had been crying. His hands trembled as memories flooded his mind and he went up to grip his hair. Leaning over and curling into the fetal position as he thinks of all of the firsts you shared together. First kisses, first touches, first loves. Things he held dear and knew you did too. More memories of dates, spicy evenings, trips together, moving in, long term family plans, etc. All of that was gone now. And it had been the fault of his complacency that had caused it. His heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly and a choked, muffled sob wretched itself from his lips a he buried his head into a throw pillow and let hit all out. His feeling of loss and despair. The grief that came with mourning the relationship. He screamed into the soft fabric while his best mate patted his back and tried to console him though his pain.

Which is why it was so jarring when the two of you were thrust back together. You had been hanging out with friends. Discussing a new potential beau when you stepped into the elevator. Not paying attention to anyone else that was getting on. Just living your best life and shooting the shit. He had been dragged by Kaminari and Kirishima in an attempt to get him to socialize and make an attempt at rejoining the world beyond work. All he could think about was you. How you smelt, how you felt, the tone and timbre of your voice. How happy and excited you looked when you saw him come to your home. The feelings of love and joy that would erupt in his chest each time he picked you up, twirled him and kissed his lips when he greeted you. He couldn’t concentrate. He needed to leave. This is why he failed to notice who was on the elevator when he stepped onto it. His friends did not and they tried to discreetly convince him to get off the elevator and join him in the food court or something. He shrugged them off and stubbornly leaned against the clear glass panel in the back, closing his eyes and ignoring them. His two friends sighed, stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. “Oh my god woman! I can’t believe you could be so brazen. You are so much different since you left what’s his name. It’s like you are alive again!” a familiar voice that grated his nerves violated his ears. If he didn’t know any better, he would assume that it was one of your best friends talking. That wasn’t likely. You hated crowed so coming to an overpopulated super mall was definitely out of the question. He groaned internally and willed himself to block out all noise. Just focus on his breathing and try to make it through this without losing it to the painful emotions still roiling around in his guts. He was successful, so very successful until he heard the one voice that he longed for the most. “Hey now! Don’t be like that. You know he wasn’t that bad. He just didn’t notice shit. I probably should have clarified more or something but it is what it is. What do you mean I am alive now? What the fuck was I before? The undead? Gonna let me suck your blood?” you jest with your friends and giggle into a palm. His eyes flew open and his head whipped over to the source of your voice. Which was of course you. Standing there without a care in the world. You didn’t see him. All your focus on your friends while his was set on your frame. Your friend was right. You did look better since the split. A lot better. Your skin was healthier, glowing. You looked radiant, happy, beautiful. You looked perfectly vibrant.

He continued to stare and his two friends sighed loudly knowing this was the worst possible scenario. An enclosed space with you and him. You clearly had gotten over him but he was definitely not over you. The noise from his friends caught your attention and you frown seeing the blonde and the red head. If they two of them were here then it as a slim chance that your ex wouldn’t be here as well. Which didn’t bode well for you at all.

Sure, you looked great now and you were moving on with your life. But there was still a massive pit of sadness, despair and longing that grew every day and was shaped like him. There weren’t many occupants in the cabin. From what you knew it was your three best friends, Kaminari and Kirishima and someone else in the back. Someone tall, broad, completely shredded and smelling of a sweet, slightly fruity burnt caramel. Your eyes traced his frame as you inhaled his scent. When your gazes locked the world around the two of you began to fade and you found yourself alone. With him. Whatever was going on outside the bubble that was enveloping you and your ex wasn’t your concern. What was your concern was the pain that was screaming at you from behind those beautiful red orbs. The slight tremble of his lips. The wetness that threatened to flow from his orbs stabbed at your emotional core. Your breath caught in your throat and you wanted to turn away but you couldn’t. “You look better.” he said calmly. Mentally he cheered himself on for not breaking even thought he could feel his nonexistent defenses chipping and falling down. You nodded your head at him and he found himself needing you to say anything. ANYTHING to him. He just needed to hear the beautiful melody of your voice once more and he could make it home. He could make it home knowing you were well before he broke down because he was so close but so far. Outside the bubble the onlookers composed of both sets of friends watched as the two of your unconsciously gravitated towards each other. They held their breath because this could get explosive rather quickly and it wouldn’t be because of his quirk.

Your hand came up and touched his cheek. He sucked in a sharp breath and his hand closed itself around yours. His eyes flutter. Once, twice, a third time. They go back to look deep into yours. Everything he ever wanted to say to you, all the thoughts he had, the remorse he felt. All of it was in reflected in those beautiful orbs of his.

Something within you now begins to rebreak. The feelings you tried so long to reconcile with and move on from were clawing their way to the surface. You knew you should walk away. Leave him now before you did something foolish. You had to if you were to truly move on from this. But you couldn’t. Because being with him felt right. It made you feel whole, complete. He wasn’t the best man alive by any means but he had always done his best. He had always tried.

It took two to make a relationship work and you knew part of the blame was on you. You should have vocalized more clearly how you were feeling in the relationship. That you needed more of his time. You needed him around just a little more so you could feel safe, secure. So, you didn’t have to worry as much. It wouldn't have taken much and you knew deep down that he would have made things right.

Instead, you waited for him to notice. To pick up on your silent frustration and building anger. Which wasn’t fair to him or to yourself. Right here, in this moment you knew. You knew had you only spoken up more before that you wouldn’t be in the pain you feel now. Neither would he. Where you would be you didn’t actually have a clue but you knew that it would have still been with him.

One of his calloused fingers wipes away the tears that were beginning to fall from your eyes. His forehead comes to rest against yours and you both let out the shaky breath the two of you were holding. Your hand that caressed his face moved to slide against the back of his neck. The hand that had previously held yours goes to pull you closer to him by the hip. He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off.

“Katsuki.” That is the only thing you can say. Your voice breaking at the end of his name and the flood gates open. He pulls you in and tucks your head into his massive chest. Reassuring you as you sobbed into his faded, black, punisher tee. He buries his nose into your hair and inhales. “Shhhh. Shhh. Baby, it’s ok. It’s ok. I know. It’s alright. I’m here. I’m here.” he repeats over and over to reassure you. The moment is broken when the elevator door dings and you jump away from him. Wiping at the edges of your eyes as you stared at him. “I think I should go.” you mumble and begin to dash off the lift. Only a moment passes as he watches you flee before he is hauling ass after you. “Busy, gotta go, extras!” he calls out behind him as he bolts behind your figure. Easily catching up and pulling you back to him. A palm covers your eyes and soft, velvety lips caress your one of the curved shells of your ear. “It’s ok. We can talk. Can we talk about this at home. You’re safe with me. If you want, I can take you to someplace else. Just don’t run from me again. I...” his voice trails off as he notices some concerned glances directed at him. You can feel the tension building in his body. The whispers that creep into your auditory range let you know that the scene the pair of you present doesn’t tell a lovely story. It tells a very suspicious one which means the two of you need to go. Now. “We can go back ho-to your place.” you mumble out. Not comprehending what you were saying until you were mostly through saying it. He uncovers your eyes and spins you to face him. Concerned etched on his face. “Are you sure?” he asks cautiously. His Sanguine eyes are full of hope but also apprehension. He is afraid. Nodding your head, you take one of his hands in yours, wrapping your fingers around his thick digits and pull at it towards the exit. A smile threatens to come across his face as he scoops you up bridal style and leaves the shopping center carrying you. Several hours later....

You were snuggled into the couch you shared with your once boyfriend. He was sipping some warm apple cider and leaning into the couch far more relaxed that he was earlier. The two of you had talked out what went wrong. Not bothering trying to guess when things went wrong because that didn’t matter. You both acknowledged that the fault was on both of you. One too stubborn to really speak and the other to dense to see what the problem was and how deeply it affected the other. You both sat in a companionable silence. Enjoying each other’s company that y’all had been denied after so long. You pulled your bare feet up on the couch. Wrapping your arms around your knees and staring at the flooring. A wistful expression.

“Can we....” you start to speak but again your voice cracks. You don’t know how to say this without looking and sounding whiny and weak. Two things you hated being. He says nothing with just adds to the pressure you felt mounting on your shoulders. “Can... can we try again? Katsuki.” you get the words out somehow and feel the floor disappear from underneath you as you wait for his rejection. You anticipated him rejecting you because the depth of pain you saw in his eyes was too much for someone to bear alone. With your question maybe he would free himself and in turn free you. Making the split amicable finally and allowing the pieces of each other that belonged to the other person to go back to the person they originated from. Tears forcing their way out and your breathing became more controlled as you tried as hard as you could to not let yourself be too vulnerable in front of him. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I need you.” he replies back with no hesitation. Thick arms coming to wrap around your body and pull you flush against his. When did he put that mug of cider down? You weren’t sure and the thought quickly left your mind as you felt warm, wet tears run down your neck then get smeared into the flesh. Katsuki was finally letting go of all the emotional turmoil he had been holding in for months. You reached up and stroked his hair and you both let go of everything you had been feeling. Sobbing together and reforging the bonds that initially held you together. Becoming something stronger with the newfound understanding. Each of you resolving to communicate your needs better. Vowing to do better this time. That this would be the final time because neither of you could be without the other. This proved that. Never again would either of you let this happen again. More time passes before the sobs become sniffles and the sniffles sighs. You are now entwined with him. Happy to be together again. Your phones chirp and you reach over and grab his as well as yours. Readjusting yourselves so you can check your phones then resume basking in each other’s presence. Soft Boi Red: Sooo.......y’all are good now? Sparky: I really hope so cuz her friends are pretty pissed that the two of you just up and bolted like that.

Katsuki growl at his phone and types back.

Guile: Yeah. Yeah. We are good. Got talked everything out and want to be together. She is letting her friends know now.

Soft Boi Red: Awww! I am so proud of you man! Very manly of you to admit your faults and talk out your problems. I hope things are much better for the both of you and I am happy that you are back together with her. Sparky: It’s about time! Geeze! I wish it hadn’t taken this long but I am too an ecstatic that the two of you are back to being the city’s best power couple.

Guile: She is quirkless, dumbass. Sparky: You don’t need a quirk to be powerful. Power is something that is innate. That you have naturally. She has it in spades. Guile: Charisma? Sparky: Nope. Charisma is part of power. LOOK, that isn’t the point. Musutafu has its number one power couple back and that is all that matters. OK, GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMITE! Guile: Whatever. I’m ignoring my phone from now on. Call if there is an emergency. It better be something Deku’s dumbass can't handle. I don’t want to go back on my word with her already. I promised to be there for her more. I don’t always need to be on scene and WHY AM I TELLING YOU BOTH THIS! NIGHT!

Katsuki tosses his phone onto the coffee table, wincing at the clack it made as it bumped your phone. “All good?” you ask him as you turn on your side and snuggle into him. His arms wrap around you tightly and he gives you a nice, tight, bear hug. “As long as you are here, always.” He leans down over you and you lean up towards him and kiss him. Softly and sweetly. Promises being shared in the short, smooth exchange of affection. You both relax back into the couch and sigh. Not knowing what the next day holds for the two of you but knowing that whatever it was that you both would face the it together. That day, the next and the one after that. From now on you would be a team and support each other better than you had before. This was the quiet resolution and promise that you made to each other and vowed to not break.

Your lids grew heavy and you nuzzled into a thick pec, using it as a pillow as you faded off into a peaceful slumber. Katsuki watching you for several more minutes before he too succumbed to the siren call of rest. Placing another kiss on top of your scalp. His feelings blossoming into a beautiful Chrysanthemum he would ensure to protect and nurture better from here on out and forever. Fin

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou katuski x reader #we die like men #no beta read #no edit #mha angst #bnha angst #big feelings #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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v-murderkings · 3 years ago

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Sigils and Songs

(Belos x Reader)

A/N: The Title is a placeholder(I don’t really like it, if you have better suggestions, please comment them 💗)

A/N #2: Surpriiiiiiiiiseee another one-shot, I honestly didn’t think I’d post another Philip fic for a w h i l e but I wrote this on a whim and… yeah… enjoy! (I feel like this needs a part two, maybe I’ll write a second part in the future 💗)

TW: Cult implications, hypothermia

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A sweet songbird perched above the ground, singing sweetly for all who passed, below the bird's sweet song trekked a group of masked witches. Another day, another town. It was the lifestyle they’ve grown accustomed to, each one inspired by and fallen into line with “The Coven System”, these people left everything behind for what they thought was safety for this world. Following closely behind their leader’s current right hand was a skeptical follower.

A slave to a system they never agreed to be a part of, and promoting the very system they didn’t believe in. They lived their life beneath a crudely carved mask, how did they get to this point? Forgetting who they were and everything before. What changed? When did it change? They looked up at their leader. He was responsible. He was the one who changed them. They owed him their life, he’d never let them forget that. They were his first success, that night, all those years ago… what happened that night.

That night there was a blizzard. It was the kind of storm only folks with a death wish would be out on, while they didn’t specifically wish to die, they didn’t care enough to seek shelter. Before everything, their name was Y/N, at the time they were a runaway.

The blizzard ate the poor witch alive, as their teeth chattered they clutched onto their staff and bag, suddenly a gust of wind abruptly lifted them from the ground, throwing them back several feet. Y/N screeched as they lost grip on both their Palisman and bag. They fell to the ground, the sound of several bones crunching echoed through the storm, they howled in pain, sinking into the fetal position, embracing their body, weeping. Their bag and palisman had landed a few feet in front of them, so close yet so far. They tried to reach out to both but they realized all feeling had left their body. The cold and numbness overtook them, a rush of warmth flooded into their nerves, the warmth felt good, and all urgency and worry left them. They were so exhausted, they began to creak their eyes shut. In the distance they thought they saw the silhouettes of two figures, perhaps their family coming to greet them in the next phase…

Y/N slowly opened their eyes, fluttering them every few moments, easing them into the sunshine.

‘I’m alive?’

They took a moment to skim their surroundings, they were propped up on a cot and wrapped in a blanket, beside them a cup of tea was cooling on a wooden table. They were in a caravan, it was a cramped but cozy space, papers were all scattered across the floor covered in scribbles of odd sketches, and books were piled in every available corner of the space, clearly whoever lived here enjoyed literature.

Despite the chaos, whoever lived here had found them and rescued them. They owed them their life. Where was their savior? Where had their savior taken them? And where is, “Scotch? Scotch!” Their palisman, he was missing, they hurled the blanket to the side, when they went to stand they screamed in anguish, dropping to the ground, their leg was severely injured. Biting their lip they crawled around the Caravan and began to rummage, “Scotch?! It’s Y/N!! Scotch!!!” He was nowhere to be found, the poor creature was probably frozen solid, buried beneath the blizzard. The only good memory of their life before running was gone. Despite everything, Scotch had stuck by them.

They sniffled, tears began to build up, and they choked. A sob left their throat, tears began to flow. Y/N lay on the ground, just as helpless as in the storm. After a moment and very sloppy breathing, they went quiet.

‘Crying isn’t going to help me find Scotch.’

They decided they’d wait for their savior to return, thank them, and find out how far they traveled. They raised their wrists to wipe away any tears, nonchalantly glancing at their wrists.

They froze, out of the corner of their eye, they saw a golden shimmer.

There was a brand on their left wrist.

#the owl house #belos x reader #emperor belos #toh fanfic #philip wittebane #philip wittebane x reader #Belos #i hate belos #However #👀

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lemons3ason · 4 years ago

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How the Vinsmoke Brothers React to Calling Out The Safe Word During Sex (Headcannons)

Warning: NSFW, dacryphilia, degradation, bdsm, size kink, overstimulation, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Ichiji Vinsmoke

-Genuinely this man has a soft spot for you, seeing the dewy teardrops sitting on your pretty lashes as you cry and beg him to stop rearranging your guts makes him so weak.

-Cold, ruthless, brutal, a monster, everything he was to others was just never a side you’d see of him, you made him human all because he loved you so dearly.

-“Come on beautiful just take it, I know you can you always do!”, he’ll growl glaring down at you with cold onyx hues.

-He has you in a mating press, his thick cock stretching your tiny pussy to the brink beneath him as he calls you his ‘tiny little pig slut’.

-It’s not until you call out his safe word that he realizes just how seriously he’s hurting you, “S-Sora!”, you had cried out making him stop everything in his tracks.

-The name alone is enough to make him go soft inside of you, he lets go of your thighs finally noticing the bruising from his rough grip on them and watched as you pulled yourself off of him and curled into a shaking ball on the bed.

-He’s unsure of what to say as you pant desperately for breath, something about his actions and word seemed different today and it scared you.

-The name Sora, his mother’s name, was a reminder for him to be kind and caring so that’s just what he did.

-He was forward and straight to the point, putting his boxers back on and pulling you by your arm until you sat up straight so he could throw one of his shirts over your naked form.

-“May I hold you?”, he’ll ask softly waiting for your response and once you nod yes he’ll lay down next to you pull you onto his chest and smother your face in kisses until you stop shaking.

-Once you’re comfortable enough he’ll adjust himself so he’s at your thighs and gently kisses the bruises he’s left on your skin, once you’re calling him up he’s pulling you back onto his chest and gently holding you and watches as you doze off in his warm arms.

-He’ll whisper soft compliments and praise to you gently rubbing circles against your back to keep you at ease while you sleep.

-The next morning you wake up horny but he’s sure to be much more careful with how he handles you, with you on your stomach and hips high in the air he enjoys your soft squeals as he fucks you from behind.

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Niji Vinsmoke

-This man ties you up, your arms are tied behind your back allowing him to keep you up by yanking on the rope around your wrist, and your calves touch your thighs since he has them tied up allowing him full access to your pussy even if you tried to escape.

-The most brutal of all the brothers when it comes to sex, if you are very sensitive this is not the man you want to be with.

-Pounds brutally at your pussy, burying himself as deep as he can go and then some just to hear you scream, if he feels that you’re too dry he’ll let all that spit that’s accumulated in his mouth to dribble off the tip of his tongue to your hole before returning to thrusting your pussy into oblivion.

-You can normally handle it, usually your masochistic side is in pure pleasure from how he handles you but for some reason it just felt different today.

-“Hmm what’s the matter slut? Not feeling it today? You’re running dry fast today, need some more pain huh my little bitch?”, Niji growls grabbing a fist full of your (h/c) hair that sends your body into shock.

-You’re easily thrown into pure fear as memories as your days as a mistreated slave come flooding back, he had forgotten it for a brief moment but released your locks as soon as you screamed out, “Heartless!”, at the top of your lungs.

-Your devil fruit powers activated blades erupting from your skin, one scratching Niji’s cheek, and the others cutting your skin but helping you cut yourself free.

-You’ll pull away from him quickly, sitting as far from him as you can while you form yourself into a ball.

-Niji sucks at comforting people, even you. So he’ll leave and order Cosette to your room to calm you down while sitting outside your bedroom door in hopes that he’ll be let back in.

-Once you’ve fallen silent and Cosette emerges with an empty tray of plates and cups that she had provided food and beverages for you with she leaves without a word. The door is left open meaning that you are waiting for him.

-He’s silent, a obvious scowl etched over his face as he sees you asleep in fetal position on your side of the bed.

-His erection is long gone since the beginning of the incident, he won’t ask for sex for a while only if you are needy for some relief but he’ll let you do everything just to make sure you’re comfortable.

-Lays close enough to you to wrap an arm over your around balled form, buries his nose into your hair to enjoy your shampoo that he loves so much. He’s noticed that this relaxes you, eventually you unfold yourself throughout the night and you wake up with him pressed against your back and his arm around your waist.

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Sanji Vinsmoke

-Usually...USUALLY...this man treats your body like a temple. Kisses every inch of it and praises your whole figure especially the places you’re insecure about but after a fight with Zoro he was furious and took it out on you.

-Your back is pressed against the bathroom wall of the ship, tears falling from your hazy eyes as Sanji fucks the fourth orgasm out of you.

-Your tears and whines just egging him on to fuck you more. Your fists weakly punch and push at his chiseled chest to get him off of you but he’s not listening.

-“S-S-Sanji! St-op please!”, you sobbed trying to push him off of you.

-“Stupid moss head...saying he’s better for you then I am. I’ll show him. Your pussy will only be molded to my cock no one else’s!”, the blonde growled.

-His thrusts are so rough that they make your breasts bounce every time his cock fills your wet cunt, your whole body is burning and you can’t feel your legs. You just want it to stop.

-“Prince, stop!”, you begged calling out the title that Sanji absolutely hated.

-He stopped finally taking in how weak your body was from his constant overstimulation. He returns back to his gentlemanly state and puts you down making sure to keep you leaning against him since your legs are weak.

-“I’m sorry my love, I made you so uncomfortable that you had to say that word...I-I’m so sorry.”, he’ll apologize over and over even after you’ve said that it’s okay.

-He’ll gently clean you off, making sure to be careful with your sensitive body, scrub your head with the shampoo he loves so much, before finally joining you in the warm bath and relaxing with you.

-He knows that he was the cause of the issue but he stays by your side hoping you’ll forgive him, carries you to bed once he’s thrown one of his long shirts over your sweet body, and carries you to bed.

-He cooks you your favorites so you can enjoy a nice meal before sleep and absolutely swoons over how cute you look while stuffing your cute face.

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Yonji Vinsmoke

-This man is huge compared to you in every way, towers over you and admired you as his prey but god does he love you.

-Not as mean as Ichiji and Niji but still an insult slips out of his mouth here and there when he has you bouncing on his thick cock.

-He loves the way your ass bounces when you come down hard on his cock taking his whole member in despite how small your pussy is compared to his length.

-He smiles at the feeling of your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs as you ride him silly.

-“Yeah pretty girl that’s it. Take it all in.”, he’ll order striking the plump flesh of your ass with his heavy cold hand.

-He’s not even trying but his heavy hand leaves a mark on your tiny cheeks in seconds, the sweet cry of his name motivates him to do it again and your hip movements become long forgotten as Yonji slaps you ass.

-Each hit makes you clench around his cock, strangling it in your tight little walls. He adore the sensation but quickly becomes impatient so his hips start moving plunging his cock so deep that you feel the entrance of your cunt rub against his pelvis.

-“That’s it you like getting spanked don’t you stupid princess? Come on try harder, I’m gonna fill you up with a little heir to my name and you’re gonna take it all.”, Yonji growls smacking your thigh.

-You can’t take anymore strikes from his hand, your cervix hurts from how much he’s been thrusting into you. So you can’t do anything but cry out the word, “Monster!”, you cry out making Yonji freeze up immediately.

-As you collapse off of his member his brothers barge in like nothing informing him of the new mission they’ve been appointed, both of them staring at your shaken form as you try to cover yourself.

-Niji dares to reach out to you with a shit face grin on his face but Yonji doesn’t let his brother touch you. He throws his royal cape over your naked body and shoves his brothers out of the room to change.

-“Stay here, rest up. I should’ve realized that it was to much for you, don’t be mad at me.”, He’ll sigh, the tall green haired man will get on his knees placing his head on your thighs waiting for your forgiveness.

-You forgive him once your body has calmed down and gently play with his hair forgetting that he has to leave on a mission until Niji starts pounding at the door.

-“I’ll be back beautiful. Just wait for me and I’ll make it up to you.”, he smirks pressing a hot kiss to your plump lips.

#one piece #sanjionepiece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji scenario #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke smut #sanji smut #Ichiji smut #Yonji smut #Niji smut #x reader

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super-marvel-imaginesxoxx · 4 years ago

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Truly Forgotten

Summary: A birthday is forgotten.

BuckyxReader

Warnings: angst, language

Word count: 783

A/N: OKAY so this is angsty. This is from personal experience as my birthday was just on the weekend and my entire family didn’t wish me a happy birthday. I just really wanted to get how I felt into words and I thought what better way than through fanfiction? But here you go! I’m also working on a Bridgerton Series with Bucky that has been taking me sooooo long to get out, but school and work have been kicking my ass and my mental health isn’t doing too well, but I promise I’m working on it! Anyways, enjoy!

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You watched the clock countdown the seconds until your birthday was over. It was like watching the countdown for new years, just without the excitement. Your phone lay beside you, taunting you with the black screen. Your eyes began to water as the seconds came closer to the end of the one day of the year you always looked forward to. Five… Your phone stayed black. Four… The silence grew louder. Three… Your tears fell freely. Two… Your hands shook as they wiped at your face. One… A sob break free. The bright 12:00 on your clock mocked you.

Not a single happy birthday message. From anyone. You had gone through the whole day, thinking perhaps everyone was just waiting for the right moment to surprise you. To wish you a happy birthday. But as the day slowly went on and no one even acknowledged your birthday, your heart began to break. Had everyone truly forgotten?

More sobs broke free as you curled into the fetal position on your bed. Horrible thoughts flew around in your head. You tried putting on the TV to drown them out, but the more that your tears fell the more the thoughts got worse. You were an afterthought. You truly meant nothing to anyone and they only thought of you when you needed someone.

After a few hours exhaustion took over, and the thoughts silenced as slept took you.

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Everyone woke up the next day, well rested. They met in the kitchen for their usual Sunday morning breakfast. Bucky immediately noticed a person missing. “Guys, where’s (Y/N)? She never misses out on breakfast,” he said, a smile going on his face thinking about you scarfing down your favourite pancakes.

Steve shrugged. “FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N)?” he asked the AI as everyone started setting the table.

“(Y/N) is still sleeping, Captain Rogers. It seemed she didn’t get to sleep until just a few hours ago,” FRIDAY announced to the team.

“Nightmares again?” Tony asked no one in particular.

Bucky’s heart dropped at the thought of you suffering through your nightmares alone. He knew how bad they got and he always told you to come to him because of his own experiences. “I’ll go check on her,” Bucky announced, already walking towards your room. He reached your door and gently knocked. “(Y/N)?” he asked.

After a minute and no response, he opened your door, finding it unlocked. The light from the hallway lit up your room and he could see you curled up on your bed, your back to him. He walked towards you, arm outstretched to gently shake you awake. “(Y/N), wake up,” he whispered to not startle you.

Your eyes slowly opened. They felt sore from all the crying you did that night. You turned to look at Bucky giving you a small smile. “Please, get out of my room,” you whispered, not wanting to let your simmering anger boil over and start yelling.

He looked taken aback. “W-What?”

You turned back over. “You heard me. Get out of my room,” you said, you voice slowly getting louder as your anger threatened to come out.

“Listen, I just came to see if you were alright. We thought maybe you started having nightmares again and I-”

“For once, it’s not a nightmare,” you said, throwing your blankets off. You got up and started pacing, trying to get away from him. “For once, I wish it was a nightmare. But no. It’s not a nightmare. It’s reality. And it fucking sucks! It sucks because I thought I meant something to everyone, but I don’t!” you scream. Tears rush down your face as Bucky stands. He tries to come near you, but you wrap your arms around yourself and move away from him. “Don’t. Please. Just get out,” you begged.

Bucky nods his head in defeat and leaves your room. He hears the lock slide the second the door closed. “FRIDAY, what did we do?” he asked, afraid of the answer.

“I believe (Y/N) is upset because everyone forgot her birthday this year,” the AI answered.

Bucky shook his head. “No. No. That’s not possible. We would never forget her birthday. It’s-”

“It was yesterday, Sergeant Barnes,” the AI told him.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” Bucky yelled, frustrated at himself and the others.

“(Y/N) asked me not to. They said that it wouldn’t make it special if everyone had to be reminded. That it wouldn’t mean anything,” FRIDAY explained.

Bucky shook his head in disbelief. How could he have forgotten? How could he have done that to you? He heard your sobs through your door and his heart broke even further.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #Bucky angst #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #MCU fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #bucky x yn

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years ago

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How about-Hanahaki disease? Gerald/Jaskier? Happy ending please!

Nonny! Darling you read my mind, I’m an ‘angst with a happy ending’ kinda gal. Just so we’re clear, I know nothing of flower meanings and I didn’t research.

TW: Gore

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Jaskier first coughed up a flower at age three.

Poets loved Hanahaki, it was considered romantic, and those prone to it were tragic beauties, destined to languish, delicately spitting blood and rose petals into a silk handkerchief. No one really wrote about how it could be brought on by deeply unrequited platonic love.

Jaskier coughed a violet into his little fist and brought it to his mother, who turned him away.

Fifteen years down the line and having graduated Oxenfurt with honors, Jaskier was old hat at taking care of Hanahaki. His feelings, although often unrequited, were also often fleeting. A night spent coughing tulips into a bowl and a sore throat the next mroning, but rarely more than that.

If it persisted for a week or more there was tea. Any apothecary in even a mid sized city carried it. It was putrid and thick and slid down the throat like a cup of slugs, but in the morning there were no petals, and after two or three days of the stuff, the disease was gone.

He was almost thankful for being so prone to Hanahaki, it was romantic and lended much to his chosen profession. People gave him sympathetic looks and free drinks if he sang a sad song and discreetly spat a rose petal into a handkerchief. Most of the time he simply didn’t mind it, and considered himself twice blessed with his mobile heart.

Sometimes he had nightmares of what would happen if he found true love.

The notions of true love itself was romantic, but everyone knew that your true love, the one you were fated to, if they didn’t love you in return no tea would save you.

He’d watched a friend, a grad student at Oxenfurt, die of it. It was no delicate coughing into handkerchiefs, no poetic languishing. He’d held her hair back as she threw up petals and blood, crying as she clutched the bucket with skeletal hands because she could no longer force food down a torn throat.

It had been so slow, she’d said between pulling thorned stems from her mouth. More than a decade of loving the boy she’d had a crush on in her small town village. She’d lived through it all, only occassionally throwing up flowers. Always snow white roses, for him, apparently. It would have been wonderfully artistic if Jaskier didn’t know how they looked covered in blood.

Then she’d gone to his wedding to the baker’s daughter and two weeks later he watched her cough out roots wrapped around a chunk of lung and screamed for a doctor knowing it was too late. The blood stain never washed fully out of the floor.

And she’d said it was worth it. That she wouldn’t have stopped loving him for the world, even as she said it through a throat full of thorns.

Jaskier never understood it, leaping from town to town, avoiding long term connections while knowing all the while that if fate wanted him to fall in love he would. Denying Destiny only made things nastier, he knew. And then, in a tevern in Posada, with bread in his pants and a hole in his boot, his eyes met pure gold.

It took a split second, less probably, for him to realize that, although he didn’t love the man yet, for love at first sight truly is a poet’s myth, he could love this man. And if he died for this man, maybe the love would be worth it after all.

The man was a witcher, who punched him in the gut and stank of onion and talked to his horse. Jaskier followed him anyway.

He followed him and coughed up flowers, different blossoms for different people, and he began to fall deeper in love. He wondered sometimes what flowers he would cough, as the bouquets turned into only one kind.

What flower would represent Geralt? Not buttercups or dandelions, certainly. Perhaps if someone else were to catch Hanahaki for Jaskier those would be for him. Geralt wasn’t a dandelion. He was grumpy and spiky and after ten years wouldn’t even call Jaskier a friend.

In the dead of night Jaskier feared it would be white roses, like he’d seen once before.

And then Geralt died in a collapsing building only to be alive and fucking a purple-eyed sorceress after nearly killing Jaskier with a djinn. Jaskier vomited flowers not twelve hours after vomiting blood.

Snow drops, tiny and delicate. And from that point forth he never coughed up any other kind.

It didn’t progress so quickly though. Jaskier had expected to die within a month of Geralt meeting Yennefer. He didn’t. Love and sex weren’t the same thing, and his love didn’t go totally unrequited either. It wasn’t the same sort of love, but in the quiet moments just after dawn it was enough.

Then Geralt made a choice.

He wouldn’t kill dragons, he didn’t hunt sapient creatures, he wanted nothing to do with the dragon hunt, until he caught sight of Yennefer.

And that left Geralt and Jaskier, on top of a mountain, as Geralt screamed into the wind that Jaskier meant nothing to him. Jaskier felt the roots set in.

He wasn’t going to get the story from the others. He could barely breathe, the pain was so sharp and intense and he could feel it growing, feel the flowers growing. Little snowdrops had no right to be so painful.

He wasn’t going to make it off the mountain.

Jaskier took a different trail down, and then wandered into the forest a little way, coughing blood and stems the whole way. He collapsed under a tree, blood staining his doublet. He wished he had a friend to clutch his hand, hold his hair back and rub his back like he’d done more than twenty years ago.

There wouldn’t be a funeral though. No one would know what had happened to Jaskier the bard. Worse, no one would know what happened to Julian, the person, the man. As he threw up a clump of flowers and blood he felt very much like the scared little boy who threw up a flower for the first time.

It hurt. It burned and shredded his throat and he wanted a friend and he didn’t have any. He’d thrown all his eggs in one basket twenty years ago and Geralt had kicked that basket off the mountain.

Jaskier leaned his lute up against the tree. It’d be such a shame to get blood on the lovely girl. He curled up next to it, in a fetal position on his side as the coughs wracked his whole body.

His friend had lasted two weeks, he thought. But her rejection was a wedding. Not her best friend and the love of her life telling her never to see him again. That he was a burden. That if life or Destiny could give him one blessing it would be to take Jaskier off his hands. And Destiny was going to deliver. She had made Jaskier love Geralt, and she would kill him by it.

Still, Jaskier would have given anything for the comfort of his friend right now. He began to cry, snot and tears and blood and petals all mixing. He couldn’t even breathe, his lungs burned so bad.

His vision was blurry.

He could hear noises, tromping through the forest and who knew what awful creatures lurked here. Just like Dame Destiny to have him disembowled while dying of Hanahaki.

It was dark, but it had been noon on the mountain. Black clouds swirled and closed in his vision.

A strangled noise.

No monster made that noise. That was a man-made noise. It sounded very much how Jaskier had felt on the mountaintop. He retched up a flower and tasted pollen and iron.

“Jaskier!”

He didn’t remember hallucinations being part of the final stages, but the brain played funny tricks.

“Jaskier!” There it was again, and he was being bundled up tight to a chest that was not at all comfortable and smelled of horse and leather and sweat and onion. A buckle of Geralt’s armor dug into his cheek. Jaskier’s mouth was full of stems and roots.

GLoved fingers dug in, pulling snowdrops from between his lips and then Geralt kissed him. It was entirely awful and unsatisfying.

Dimly Jaskier came to the realization that it was not supposed to a kiss, but Geralt trying to blow air into his flowering lungs. A nice gesture but unhelpful.

He lolled his head to the side to throw up another clump of root, not wanting to throw up directly into Geralt’s mouth.

A shudder ran through the chest he was pressed against, like a tremor before an earthquake. Then a sob.

It was quiet. The worst sobs are.

Geralt lay Jaskier down on the floor, one hand cupped beneath his head, gently cradling. Then the witcher curled next to him, face pressed against a pale neck streaked with blood, and cried.

Jaskier wanted to comfort him, to stroke a hand through soft white hair one last time and thank him for not letting him die alone. He just didn’t have the strength.

Another wretched, tiny sob, then, “I’m sorry, Jaskier. I’m so sorry.” Oh that wasn’t fair. A tear leaked from Jaskier’s eye.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt continued, face pressed into Jaskier’s collarbone. “I didn’t mean it, I was angry and tired and I’ve hurt you but please,” the voice faded to barely a whisper. “Please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean it, I love you don’t leave me here alone.”

Don’t leave him here alone. Jaskier though. Destiny owed him, owed them both for all she’d put them through. Don’t make him lonely, he prayed. I don’t want to leave him alone.

Geralt held Jaskier tighter, pressing even closer like he was trying to meld them into one. “I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Jaskier. I love you.”

The world went white.

Jaskier blinked his eyes open with blood in his mouth. It didn’t seem to deter Geralt, who kissed him so thoroughly his head felt light. Then Geralt pulled him upright. There was blood on the ground around them, some even streaked into Geralt’s hair.

There were no stems though.

The forest floor had been carpeted for ten feet all around them with snowdrops, planted firmly in earth instead of lungs. They were so close together it looked like a sudden snowfall, trailing to fewer and farther between at the edges of their little pool of white.

“I...” Jaskier said, letting Geralt pull him to his feet. He wasn’t sure what to say but it turns out he needn’t say anything. Geralt was clutching him like a lifeline and tucking a snowdrop into his hair.

“I smelled blood,” he said, lips brushing into Jaskier’s brown fringe. “I smelled blood and was so afraid. I haven’t been truly afraid in so long and then I found those wretched flowers.” Geralt took a shaky breath.

“I truly thought it was too late.” He pulled back and looked into Jaskier’s eyes. Geralt’s own yellow ones were dry but the emotion was clear. “I thought I had lost you, my love.” A gloved hand, only slightly bloody stroked Jaskier’s cheek. “I thought I had lost you, my life’s greatest gift. And I wanted to lay down beside you and die as well.”

Jaskier chuckled wetly. “You overdramatic sod,” he said between watery sniffles. “What a ridiculous notion. And I can’t believe it takes me dying to turn you into a romantic.”

“Almost dying,” Geralt said firmly. There was panic written plain across his face, as if he was terrified that time would slam into reverse just to take Jaskier from him. Another embrace, just this side of bone crushing. “Almost dying, my love.”

“Not dead, my love,” Jaskier responded.

As they made their way down the mountain snowdrops bloomed in their footsteps, but they were too busy looking at each other to notice.

#geraskier #hanahaki au #hanahaki disease #tw: gore #angst with a happy ending #yo im actually so proud of this what the heck?#askbox answers

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