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awrkive · 4 months ago

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angst, 30, jk please ♥️

30. "Do you believe them over me?"

note: this is actually from my drafts mwahah just did some tiny tweaks 🤓

wc: 2.1k

Bliss.

It’s the one thing Jungkook feels when he lies on top of you as you turn around, letting his head rest in between your breasts. They heave still from your previous orgasm, and the thought makes his lips curl. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your spread arm and open palm so close to his own hand, and so for a second there, he lets himself get bold.

Jungkook stretches his arm in the hopes of putting his own hand on top of yours, but you automatically move it away.

“Jungkook, you're heavy.” You grunt, breaking the peaceful silence.

You would always say that whenever he’d lay on top of you – and while Jungkook knew it’s partly true, he also knew the intention behind didn’t hold any malice but only for the sake of jokes and giggles. You liked when he only pressed on more; tickled you to a wriggling mess, kissing you all over your face, but letting you win in the play-fight that would always occur after.

But right now, the annoyance in your tone sounds palpable that it’s hard to miss because it isn’t playful like it used to be.

Jungkook tries not to let it sting.

“I'm sorry,” he murmurs, carefully peeling his body off you, rolling on his back to lay on the mattress instead of you.

He watches you sit up immediately when he got off, not meeting his eyes when you speak.

“Can I… use your bathroom? I'm just going to clean up.”

The lodge in his throat kept him from answering right away. But when you finally look at him for his answer, he stutters, “Y-yeah. Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Your legs are a little wobbly when you stand up from the bed, heading straight to his bathroom.

If this was from before, Jungkook would have shamelessly admired your naked body and tease you for your jelly legs. You’d roll your eyes at him in that playful manner, throw a little something at him which he’d effortlessly catch. He’d come up to you, grab your hand and kiss you, apologize even though he wasn't sorry, and follow you to the bathroom.

But that was years before.

It’s different now.

He should probably clean himself up, too, but he lets himself stare at the grey ceiling of his room, an arm thrown over his face, letting out heavy sighs ever now and then while he listens in to the stream of the shower.

After a few minutes, you come out from the bathroom with a towel over your body. His towel. He knows it’s wrong to think this way, and yet, he can’t help but think, anyway, that you look good in it… Wearing his stuff at his own home.

Jungkook opens his mouth only to close it after realizing he doesn't really know what to say. You're walking towards the bed, bending over the foot of it, picking up the clothes on the floor.

The still quietness of the room suddenly makes Jungkook feel embarrassed in his still nude state, ironically feeling bare and stupid and vulnerable in his own skin. So he pulls a blanket to cover the lower parts of his body, sitting up.

“I'll get going in a few minutes,” you break the silence in the process of pulling up your pants.

“W-what?” Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. He gazes at the wall clock hanging across the room and sees it's already past 2 am. He feels a sort of panic bubbling in his chest when you start buttoning up your shirt. “It's pretty late. I don't know if it's safe for you to go out at this hour.”

He knows the chances are slim, but he wants you to stay.

You glance behind you for the time to see it's late.

“Oh… right.”

“I can sleep on the couch,” Jungkook offers. Too eager. Too desperate to keep you here. “Or the other room. You can sleep here.”

You don’t say anything back for a few seconds, but when Jungkook sees you eyeing your coat hanging on his chair, he starts feeling nervous.

“I appreciate that, Jungkook, but I think I’ll just uber home.” You say with a timid smile, tone clipped.

And it’s enough to make him deflate.

“Okay…”

Jungkook doesn’t want to insist any further even though every bone in his body is telling him to do so. He’s never been a fan of you taking the uber because it could really be dangerous… especially at this hour. He would like to offer you a ride himself, but judging on your tone Jungkook thinks you've had enough of him for tonight.

“... and I don’t wanna end up seeing Kim Hwayoung in my morning hair when she comes home later.” You add suddenly, and it makes Jungkook confused when you follow it with a... laugh.

And he realizes… oh… you’re trying to joke.

A joke that doesn’t land well.

And you know it didn’t, because you stopped laughing immediately when you noticed he isn’t having it.

“Why would you see Kim Hwayoung in my place?” Jungkook knows what you meant, but he just wanted it to come out of you directly.

You double down, though. “I don’t know… maybe because you’re dating her and stuff. She’s really pretty, by the way. I watched her new movie the other week.” You shrug, and Jungkook feels his heart crumbles when you do. Because you look like you didn’t care and the hard truth is that you probably really don’t.

“It’s just the media saying it,” he says, doesn’t know why he's even bothering to explain. It’s not like… it’s not like it would matter to you. It does matter to him – that you know he’s not tied to anybody – not for the past few years, and definitely not right now after you both just had sex.

You look at him blankly. “It’s a lot of news articles and photos,” You decide to add, “I saw on the internet.” Then, to add salt to injury, you chuckle a little, “Yunjin’s a bit... too online so she sends me stuff even though—”

“You believe them over me?” Jungkook cuts you off.

And right after he says it, he knows he fucked up instantly.

That was rich coming from him.

It stuns you for a moment. And he’s about to take it back when you suddenly speak.

“I don’t know. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. I don’t know you anymore.” You say, and Jungkook could’ve gotten past the mere message of your words, but you smiled at him so gently – the first one you’ve given him today, maybe, and it breaks his heart.

It breaks his heart because he knows that was your way of telling him that you’re walking away. It breaks his heart because he so badly wanted you to show maybe a little bit of jealousy over the fact that he’s currently linked to some actress, but instead you joke about it and you told him you don’t even care.

Seeing you today felt like Jungkook has given you his heart willingly and you entertained him for a while, pet it for a moment only to give it back to him crushed into bits and pieces.

Jungkook doesn’t know when exactly you finished gathering all your things, and how the silence after your last words stretched into a few minutes. All he knows is that now, you’re walking towards him with a small smile on your face and it’s stupid to cling onto it with so much hope, but Jungkook’s now used to being hurt.

“Thank you for inviting me, Jungkook.” He feels his throat constricting when you plant a delicate kiss on the apple of his cheek. “I'm going now.”

He wants to stop you, but the words on the tip of his tongue find it hard to let themselves verbalize. He couldn't.

Jungkook couldn’t even say anything as he watches you leave his room and disappear from his sight. It makes his eyes sting at the realization that it might’ve been the last time he’d see of you.

“Fuck.” He whispers to himself, agonizing over everything that just happened but he knows alcohol would help.

His therapist would be disappointed but he doesn’t care at all because it’s a sham, anyways. His manager had told him it’d be good for him but he’s never taken any of the sessions seriously and he doubts a shrink genuinely cared about fixing the privileged life of a famous popstar. Jungkook’s probably just a name on her notepad list, something to check off of her schedule for the day.

So he stands up from his bed, vision a bit blurry from the unshed tears that frame his eyes, but he doesn't miss a beat at taking out a Dalmore and a glass from the cabinet beside his bed.

Jungkook knows he has no right to wallow in this stupid self-pity because he knows all too well that he did this to himself. Everything bad that happened in his life was a product of his poor decision-making skills.

One drunken night.

It was that one drunken night.

You've fought all throughout your relationship but that particular month five years ago was the biggest predicament you two have ever encountered. You were promoted at your work but you had to go abroad; meanwhile, Jungkook was offered to be signed at the biggest labels in the music industry, which required him to leave, too. What was supposed to be good news turned into endless arguments and at the time, it feel like they didn't stop. You were at each other's throats for every single little thing, and there were many moments you told each other things that you both know well you didn't mean but didn't apologize for either.

And Jungkook got fed up, simply put.

But to this day, he still doesn't know what exactly happened that night. He smoked some shit, got high, paired it with alcohol, and the next thing he knew, he was in a bedroom he was sure you two didn't own – with a naked woman beside him that was definitely not you.

When he went home later that day, ready to beg for your forgiveness, you were already packing your things, sobs echoing in your apartment. He remembers trying to reach out for you, touch you, all the while apologizing profusely and repeatedly, but all you said to him was to stay the fuck away from you with venom he didn’t know you could spit. You told him you hate him; that he was the worst fucking person in the entire world. It’s still vivid in his head when you broke into a loud cry and asked him what you did to deserve that.

It still plays in his head everytime he tries to sleep at night. He couldn't get out the picture of you crying, so broken and so fragile when you tried to hit him as he took every jab, thinking that it would erase his mistake.

He was an asshole. Still is. And he doesn't have the right to be sad over you leaving him again because he betrayed you first; your trust, your love, your faith in him, every single thing that you established throughout the years you've spent together.

But right now, he lets himself get drunk on the whiskey he's taken out because at least it makes him numb. It makes him think about those blissfull moments with you five years ago, and with enough delusion, he could almost block out the bad ones.

And it does make him fall asleep.

Jungkook doesn't know if he'll ever see you again. He didn't even ask where you're staying now that you're back in town. Didn't even ask for your number. Because you didn't give either of them and he didn't want to push.

When the sun is up, he would wake up with a mess on his bed as per usual, hungover to death with no one but his manager to take care of him and tell him to get his shit together. And it’s not because he cares about Jungkook, it’s just because he gets a shit ton of money for pretending to care about him. But hey, Jungkook benefits from it, too. He’s got this huge empty house all for himself because Minho was a fucking greedy businessman and Jungkook likes working his body for the endless, pointless promotions because it makes him feel something.

But most importantly, when the rays hit the blinds and force him out of bed, he’s sure he'll still love you – even though you don't need him to anymore. Even though you don’t need him anymore, and even though you don't want him around anymore.

He’ll love you even though it's now impossible for you to ever feel the things you felt for him years ago.

Jungkook will always love you, but he knows it won’t be enough to repair the damage he’s already done.

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leclerc-hs · 2 years ago

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after hours - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: based upon ‘After Hours’ by the Weeknd….kinda? Warnings: angst? bad writing lmao, some smut Word Count: 1,955 Author's Note: Feel free to send in requests. I know I'm not the best writer but I have fun doing it anyways lmao kk love u all!!!

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IT WASN'T ALWAYS like this. This mess of a situation that had caused utter chaos and pain that now lays awake inside the both of you. You used to be happy.

“Without you I can’t sleep,”

In the midst of a restless night, you couldn’t help but toss and turn. You were thrashing around and the sheets were at complete disarray from your constant kicking and rolling around. The oppressive summer heat was merciless as it couldn’t help but creep in through your windows and into your apartment. You had stripped down into a mere spaghetti strapped tank top with the most diminutive semblance piece of underwear. One would question the classification of such a minuscule garment. Sleep, in these circumstances, appeared to be pointless.

You spent, what felt like hours, relentlessly scrolling on your phone in hopes you would eventually grow tiresome. And it was working at first. That is, until you saw the Instagram story of him. Him at the club with friends. While you lie here completely alone and restless.

The initial reaction to seeing this story was to roll your eyes. By the time 5 minutes had passed and you were still staring at it, you couldn’t help but feel sick to your stomach. It just doesn’t make sense. How is it that he can be out partying while you’re in bed incapable of sleep. Did he not care? Did he ever even love you?

You began to laugh at yourself. Of course, he didn’t love you. If he loved you, he wouldn’t have kissed another girl. He would’ve fought for you more.

“Girl, I felt so alone inside of this crowded room,”

The swarm of heat surrounded him. But not from the humid summer air like you. No, his form of insufferable heat was from the crowd of drunken bodies that filled the club. His friends had dragged him out. Told him he needed to ‘stop moping around’. Told him that he ‘needs time with his boys’ to cheer up.

The irony of this all weighed heavily upon him. A relentless reminder of the gaping void you have left behind. It was as if you had woven yourself into the very fabric of his consciousness. A presence that refused to be ignored.

It had only been a few weeks since he saw you last. But still, you would never leave his mind.

But who is he to complain? Who is he to even care about how he feels when its him who had destroyed one of the only good things in his life. It was all a mistake. One he would absolutely take back and delete its existence if he had that kind of power.

“I know I made you fall,”

“I just don’t understand how you could do this to me,” Your voice trembled with each shout of a word that you let out. The very walls that surrounded you felt as if they were caving in. It was unbearable. The act of betrayal was too blatant to ignore.

Your boyfriend in tabloids kissing another woman. Kissing another woman. Kissing another woman. Publicly.

The words repeated in your head like a broken record.

“Mon amour,” he started. You cut him off almost instantly. You could not be silenced.

It was too quick. So quick, you couldn’t even process the rage that was igniting within you. One second, you held his phone in your hand. The next second, it was shattered all over the floor beside him. Smashed from impact of hitting the wall. A mirror of what your trust for him looked like.

“Don’t call me that,” you seethed. You ached. “I’m not your anything.”

His mouth opened ready to fight back. Ready to do anything for your forgiveness. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t handle it. He needed you.

“Not anymore,” you continued before grabbing your purse. “Don’t contact me. I can’t look at you.” You couldn’t even cry. Your eyes were red, puffy, and completely dry. Your body couldn’t even handle making more tears.

The worst part about this entire fight? Did you really want no contact, or did you just yearn for him to fight for you? The question loomed over you.

Honestly, it’s a fine line. Deciding if the no contact really is the best option or if all you wanted was for him to show more effort for you. To try harder. Would you forgive him? Would you move on?

“It was simply a blessing waking beside you,”

He couldn’t help but reminisce on all the mornings you spent together. Even at the club. He was shameless.

The morning sun slowly began peeking through the cream-colored curtains of your bedroom. It was one of your favorite times. The time where you’re on the cusp of being lucid but not completely there yet. This time full of raw love and passion.

His fingers slowly trailed up your ribcage and to your nipples before giving them a slight pinch. Goosebumps arose wherever his fingers trailed.

“Mon amour,” his hips started rolling slowly into you. Your nipple still pinched in between the rolling of his two fingers. “Give it to me” he said.

You were a moaning mess. “Please,” you were begging. Begging to reach that peak you oh so needed.

“Tell me what you need,” The pace of his hips increased. The sound of skin to skin slapping mixed with the sounds of both of your moans filled the room and only pushed you towards the edge more.

“Is it me, amour?” He started. “You always take me so well. So, fucking tight mon amour,” Charles was relentless now. His hips picked up pace urgently. He was feverishly reaching for that peak as well. He fucked himself into you so hard it was as if he was trying to burn the memory of you here with him for forever.

“What a fucking salope,” He edged you further. “My fucking salope.”

“Come on, mon amour. Make a fucking mess of me,” It was right then. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. Your own thighs squeezed tighter together as you pulsed around him. His orgasm following soon after.

Charles breathed heavily behind you and placed gentle kisses along the backside of your shoulder blade.

“You did so well, mon amour,” He pecked more kisses. “I never want to wake up without you.”

“Sorry that I broke your heart,”

It was well late into the night. In the dimly lit room, you found yourself wrapped in an emotional embrace. Hard knocks were heard on the front door of your apartment causing you to jump up in surprise.

“Mon amour,” you heard him speak first on the other side of the door. You immediately stopped in your tracks. Your throat felt constricted. Those two words burned in your memory. It was as if mon amour had become your name. You couldn’t even remember the last time Charles used your real name.

The tumultuous mixture of anger, betrayal, and love clawed at you. Making it difficult to discern your true feelings.

You hesitated. Whether you should open the door or not. His knocking became insistent. Loud. Each moment that passed his fist against the door went harder.

Out of respect for your neighbors, you let him in. At least that’s what you told yourself to feel better.

Charles was leaned against the door frame for support. He looked tired. A look of anger was in his eyes. He wasn’t in the right state of mind. He knew he had no right to be mad at you. But he was. He was being completely irrational as he marched his way over here.

“You are going to sit. You are going to listen to me,” He demanded as he pushed into your apartment. He gripped your wrist as he pulled you into the apartment and to the couch. You accept it anyways. Not because he deserved it, but because you need closure.

“The picture looks wrong,” he began. “I just need to explain this to you. Even if it doesn’t change anything.” He kneeled before you, in between your legs as he explained himself. His green eyes, a tad darker with a reddish tint lined around them, were staring solely into yours.

With a slight nod of your head, you let him continue.

“It’s all wrong. It’s not an excuse, but I did not kiss her back.” His words were sharp. As if he wanted to burn those words into your brain.

“Pictures say otherwise, Cha,” you felt like you were going to throw up. This conversation burned tears into your eyes, but you did your best to hold them back.

“She was a fan. She came up to me and grabbed me,” his hands slipped onto your knees and squeezed them tightly. “She grabbed me and kissed me.” His voice was cracking slightly as he let his head drop and rest on your legs.

You knew this information wouldn’t change much. It was still a kiss. One that shouldn’t have happened.

“Whether she kissed you or you kissed her. It doesn’t change. Don’t you see?” You moved your knee so he would lift his head up. “It’s not going to change anything.” You said. You weren't even positive if it wouldn't change anything. But it was all that could come to mind. “It shouldn’t have even happened.”

“Mon,”

You cut him off by standing up. “Would you stop calling me that!” You were shouting now. Walking from the confines of his presence. It was too much. He was too close. You couldn’t think properly.

“I can’t,” He arose from his knees and stood beside the coffee table. “I will do anything.” It was then. His voice finally cracked, and you could sense that tears have started falling from his eyes. He didn’t even bother to wipe them as he sat down on the couch. Exactly where you were last seated.

In a moment that could only be described as naïve or perhaps even foolish, the depth of your love for him exceeded all rationality. You couldn’t even stand to see him crying, even if he was the one who ignited these issues into your relationship. You still wanted to comfort him regardless. He didn’t deserve it and you knew that. But in this moment, you couldn’t even care if it made you weak. Because you wanted to feel his embrace too.

You trailed back across the room to sit beside him to wrap your arms around him. The two of you entangled on the couch seeking some form of comfort. He didn’t deserve it – the comfort. Most importantly, didn’t deserve you.

“I need you to leave,” you began. His arms wrapped tighter around you. He didn’t want to let go. It was as if his grip onto you as if he was physically holding onto what remained of your tattering connection. “Please.” You were begging as your head rested in the crook of his neck.

You only felt him shake more. Undoubtedly, crying. But he understood.

“I just need space,” your voice was a fragile whisper. “I still love you. I miss you. I wish this never happened to us.” His lips pressed to any inch of skin that was within proximity. You felt his hot tears slip onto your skin with each kiss he pressed.

The plea for space, while still expressing love and longing, demonstrates the need for personal boundaries and self-care.

“I will keep fighting for you,” He pulled away before standing up from the couch. “I will do anything. I promise you that. You are the love of my life.”

It wasn’t until then, that you felt your tears spill out of your eyes. With a small nod of your head, he walked out of the apartment with his heart still latched onto you. Yours with his. It was a tapestry of emotions left in wake.

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shdysders · 2 years ago

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haunted

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which tara finds herself getting a visit from you.

warnings: mentions of shooting & death

word count: 1200+

author’s note: so this is my first time actually posting my work for real people to see, so hopefully i’m not embarrassing myself. this imagine is not proof read or anything like it, so if you notice any mistakes or errors, please let me know!

"Hello Tara." Your ice cold tone caught Taras' attention, making her focus shift from the book placed between her hands to you.

When Tara had turned her head to where the voice came from, she immediately regretted her decision. Even though she knew who the voice belonged to, the sight still scared her.

You were standing there all pale and lean, your big eyes that was always squinted when you smiled, now looked empty.

"Y/n?.." Tara swallowed thickly, her heart racing faster by just the sight of you, standing in her bedroom. She tried moving further up the bed, feeling the need to get away.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you, heart racing as she locked eyes with you, feeling mixture of fear and confusion, her question made you tilt your head in confusion.

You started to slowly walk around Tara's room, making her jump off of her bed, her feet landing on the floor quicker than she could process.

"Please-" Tara almost yelled out when she saw you began moving, a bit too close for her liking.

You immediately stopped when you heard her loud voice, furrowing your eyebrows at your girlfriend.

"Please.. don't walk any further." She tried to speak calmer, but your hurt expression made Tara want to delete what she just said.

"I just came to check on you.." You spoke coldly, meeting Tara's brown eyes.

The look in your eyes scared Tara, there was no emotions behind them. The first thing she fell in love with you was your eyes, now the sight of them made her want to crawl out of her skin.

The frightened look in Tara's eyes made you want to laugh, how could she look scared after what she did to you? If anything, you should've be the scared one.

Tara who was now trembling with fear, but eventually she managed to find her voice, who came out more shaky than she liked. "Please, just leave."

An evil stare flashed through your eyes, but instead of leaving, you kept on adding salt to the wound.

"Don't you miss me?" You asked, voice trying to sound pity.

Tara didn't answer, she just stood there biting her lip, tears threatening to spill from her eyes because of sight you. But you didn't stop.

"Don't you miss...the way I would kiss you or....the way I would touch you." Y/n spoke slowly, now talking small towards Tara again.

"Stop." She responded quickly before you could talk any further, shaking her head and closing her eyes, telling herself it was not real.

The tears were now beginning to roll down Tara's cheeks, and her whole body was shaking too much to wipe them away.

"Don't you miss how we would lay on that exact bed and make love to each other." You kept going, making Tara full on sob.

"Please....stop." Tara voice cracked with emotion as tears streamed down her face, she tried to contain her sobs, covering her mouth with her hand, hoping to keep them hidden from Sam.

"Stop what?" You asked confused, face stiffened, not even two meters away from your girlfriend.

"Tara, why would I stop?"

Her cheeks were drenched with tears as she walked into the wall, her whole mind going blurry.

"You didn't think about stopping when you pulled that trigger, did you?"

That sentence made Tara feel sick to her stomach, like she couldn't breath and the room suddenly felt smaller. She tried to tell herself it wasn't real, none of it was. The real you would never say something like that, right? the real you would never say that if it never actually happened. But it did. It did happened.

"I'm sorry.." Tara sobbed out, louder this time. Silently repeating it over and over again, hoping that you would hear her. But Tara knew darn well that not even thousands of apologies wouldn't bring you back. Nothing could, and it was all her fault.

But when all you did was to look at Tara with those confused big eyes and a tilted head, she felt the need to continue talking.

"It was an accident.." Tara stammered, shaking her head, tears flowing continuously. Each new tear replaced by the last.

It was, it was an accident, she thought it was ghost face, and by the previous attacks she had suffered from, she learned to never ever hesitate.

But that turned out to be the biggest mistake she'd ever make, and she now had to live with it forever. You never let her forget, not when she was sleeping nor when she was awake.

You'd always show up, either flashing her your toothy smile that she'd admire every second of the day, or the evil stare she'd never seen before.

She couldn't tell Mrs Davis either, the therapist that her older sister basically forced her to see against her will.

Because if she did, she'd ask how you died, who had killed you and if that person was charged.

She couldn't bare to tell Sam either, she would go all into mom-mode, being even more protective than she already was. But it also felt like a betrayal to you, she had never asked you how you'd feel about it, but she just couldn't.

Because if she told anyone at all, there would be a chance she would never see you again, and she didn't want that. She'd rather see your evil stare, making her relive that night, or making her bawl like a baby every day, than never seeing you again. She would rather die, than never seeing you again.

But maybe that's what she deserved? Dying. She ended your life. the person she wanted to spend her whole eternity with. You wouldn't be able to turn 80, nor 20, because she had taken that away from you.

"How can you live with yourself knowing you caused this?" You had said one time, pointing to your heart, exactly where the huge red spot had been situated. And to be honest, Tara couldn't live with herself, she wanted to disappear knowing she had taken someone's life, your life, in fact.

Being haunted by you wasn't exactly helping either, although in some ways it did. Just having you close to her made her heart swell more than it should've, just like the times when you where actually there.

Just when she was about to say something again, you were gone, as if you vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Like it had been the majority of the times she saw you, she was about to say something, but when she looked up, you would be gone.

She stared dumbfounded at the place you were just standing at, marks where her tears had been just seconds before was burning onto her skin.

Tara's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door, her sisters voice calling her name going through the thin wooden door, making her jump.

She was back to reality now, a reality that you weren't in. Maybe you would come visit tomorrow, or maybe in a few minutes again?

Tara would never know, but neither would you, because the version of you that Tara kept seeing, wasn't the version she fell in love with. It was the one that her hallucinations and trauma wanted her to see, it wanted her to see the worst.

But no matter how traumatized she was, by the opposite version or the right version of you, she would never forget you, or the reason why she is feeling haunted.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader

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silshinobii · 10 days ago

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First, just wanted to say that I love all your writing and I'm always excited to read more of it. Second, for the Emmrook prompts thing - may I request one of my favorite tropes where (pre-relationship) they're stranded somewhere very cold and they have to sleep together? Just to conserve body heat of course.

Let me just say how fucking grateful I am for your kind words - honestly means the absolute world to me.

I live to serve 💚💚

EmmRook One Shot

1220 Words

SFW

"Let Me Warm You"

It was painfully obvious, though he was reluctant to admit it - they were lost.

The rain continued to hammer down around them as Emmrich tried to shield Rook from the worst of it, using his taller frame as a barrier between her and the storm - he had spotted the cave further down the valley they were travelling through and after seeing the pallor to her skin and the way her hair lay plastered against her face he had all but resolved to dragging her behind him.

The cave, if it could even be considered one, was only a foot taller than he was and barely wide enough for him to spread his arms - but to his immense relief it was deep enough that there was a small patch of dry ground right at the back. He led her to the back, shaking the rain from his hair as he surveyed their temporary shelter. The light from his staff lifted enough of the shadows that he could see the blue tinge that had settled over her lips as he turned to face Rook - he could also see the glassy set to her gaze and the limp carriage of her arms as they hung at her sides.

They tucked back enough that the sounds of the storm were muffled, softened just enough for him to hear the chatter of her teeth and with little thought to anything else he propped his staff against the cave wall, hands reaching for her as she stared back at him, unseeing and still.

"Rook," his tone was harried, edged in concern as he reached for the lapels of her coat. "Rook... look at me."

Her gaze lifted slowly, lips parting though she made no sound as she stood there, her clothes soaked through and limbs shivering.

"We need to get you out of these clothes. If we don't, you are going to go into shock and I have little magic left in me, not enough to deal with the consequences of that."

She stared up at him, fingers twitching at her sides.

"I need you to listen to me, Rook," his hands curled around the soaked fabric of her coat, though he hesitated. "I know you're tired but if I don't get you warm soon you are going to become very unwell."

He watched as she blinked and sighed. One hand released her coat, lifting to cradle her face, his jaw tightening at the clammy chill of her skin. "Do you understand? Will you let me help you?"

It was quiet, the storm still raging outside, save for her small desperate breaths as she continued to shiver - Emmrich began to run the scenarios through his mind, the chill of his own wet clothing setting in, when she made a small noise. His gaze met hers, his chest hitching when she lifted a small hand to curl weakly around his wrist, fingers loose as she nodded weakly.

"Ok."

He sighed in relief and let his thumb brush softly over her cheek. "Thank you. Now let's get you out of these wet things quickly."

Emmrich made light work of stripping her out of her coat, the sodden thing falling heavily to the floor before he began on the fastenings of her blouse and trousers - he muttered to her softly as he peeled the wet clothing from her skin, laying it out on what dry ground there was, until she was stood in nothing but her undergarments. He sighed in relief when he realised they had survived the worst of it before the chatter of her teeth grew louder and he shook his head when she wrapped her arms around herself sluggishly.

He took a half step back, gaze flicking back to her briefly before he began the process of removing his own wet clothing - he bemoaned the straps and buttons that adorned his coat and vest as he laid out his clothing next to hers. Stood there in just his own undergarments now he weighed up his options before realising there really was only one way to try and warm her up quickly.

"Do you remember any of your medical training, Rook?" He reached for her as he spoke, one hand curling softly around her wrist as he lowered himself down against the cave wall, muttering gratefully for the mercy of what little dry space they had. Her gaze held his as he drew her down towards him. "In situations like this where we do not have the ability to use magic to warm ourselves - what is the best way to prevent hypothermia?"

He watched as her eyes widened slowly as he guided her down onto his lap, pulling her tightly against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "What do we do, Rook?"

It took her a moment to pull her thoughts together as she felt him smooth a hand slowly along the length of her spine, the other settling on her thigh. She let him pull her closer, her face settling into the curve where his neck met his shoulder. "Skin to skin..."

"That's correct, my dear. Skin to skin contact, in this situation, is the most effective method of safely warming you - your body is losing heat quicker than it can generate it and in trying to protect itself is putting you at risk of respiratory and cardiac distress."

Her shivering shook them both as he cradled her tighter into his lap, pulling his limbs in around her - he tucked her head under his chin, her breath wafting against his throat as she sank into his warmth.

Emmrich closed his eyes briefly, humming softly when she pulled her arms in tight between their chests. He blinked when she shifted against him, glancing down to see her tucking her legs up to her chest - the storm continued on outside the cave, the occasional flash of thunder echoing loudly as he pressed his mouth to her wet hair, murmuring softly as he felt her breathing finally start to ease. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when she mumbled something against his throat and his hands flexed against her as he shifted.

"What was that?"

Rook lifted her face from its resting place, he was relieved to see a hint of colour returning to her skin, lips no longer tinged blue. "Bellara said something about you wanting to get me out of my clothes."

Emmrich's mouth fell open as she laughed weakly, sinking back down against him, her arms moving to wrap around his chest.

"I don't think this is what she meant though."

He cleared his throat, eyes closing again briefly as he muttered to himself about pulling the young woman aside when they were able to return to the lighthouse. "I assure you, Rook, I have no ulterior motives here other than preventing your deterioration. Your wellbeing is my only concern."

He felt a hand pat gently against his back in a poor attempt at comfort before she spoke again.

"It's ok, Emmrich. This isn't how I imagined it was going to happen either."

"You've... thought about..."

Rook laughed again, her face pressed back into his throat. "Later, Emmrich." She felt him tighten his hold on her and sucked in a deep breath as she fought the urge to fall asleep, the heat from his larger body finally seeping into hers. "We can talk about it later... I'm still cold."

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#emmrich volkarin #emmrook #emmrich x rook #rook x emmrich #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #dragon age emmrich #archive of our own #emmrich the necromancer #sil writes

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meadowsweetskoo · 2 months ago

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Hey, thief. | KTH

University au!

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: curse words (as usual)

Summary: It seems Taehyung can't help but get roped in these late night adventures. This time though, he won't be coming back empty handed.

Note: something short and sweet! I hope you enjoy reading!! This is part of the BTS university series. This fic is connected to my other fic 'Little slave' and I would recommend reading that before, but it can be read as a stand alone too.

Note: this is a repost from my old blog.

"Hyungggg can you even see anything."

"Shut up, Kook! I'm trying!"

"Hyung you're too heavy—Ow Jungkook! Stop stepping on my foot!"

"Shut up both you idiots. I think there's someone else in there too."

Yoongi hissed—from where he stood on Jungkook and Taehyung, bent over with hands placed on knees—trying to see inside the room they were spying on through the small window but was only met with darkness and shadowy figures.

"Jungkook stop stepping on me or else-"

Before Taehyung could complete his sentence, he misplaced his footing while trying to get his revenge on Jungkook, and the next thing he knew, they all fell down on the dirty floor, quite loudly.

"Ah ow," "Holy shit-" "Fuck!"

They all lay there in a mess of limbs cursing each other.

"You're so heavy Taehyung, get your ass off of me." Yoongi groaned.

"Now you must know how I was feeling carrying you on to of me." Taehyung mumbled from beneath Jungkook's legs.

"Why is Jungkook suddenly so silent? Did you hit your head kook? Lost those last couple brain cells?" Yoongi turned towards Jungkook but he was staring at the corner of the hallway like a statue.

"Guys. Run." Jungkook said and dashed, leaving the others confused but soon Yoongi followed him ina haste as well leaving only Taehyung behind.

Taehyung raised his head, confused what caused all his friends to book it so fast, but was soon met with the reason. Finally seeing the thing that made them flee.

You heard them before you actually saw them. It was dark, but you could still make out three figures two of them crouched with the third balancing on top of them.

They were all right outside of Professor Lee's office window.

Just as you were looking—trying to figure out what exactly was going on—they lost their balance and fell to the floor from where they noticed you. At first only one of them, who ran as if he saw a ghost, and then the second—both whose faces you couldn't see—leaving the third specimen behind.

He stood up and looked around in panic.

"May I ask what exactly you and your friends were doing right now?"

"I- we- nothing- I'll explain-" but he cut himself off when suddenly the lights inside the office turned on.

With the halway now visible through the little light filtering through the window, his face was more visible, and boy was he cute. But that's not important right now.

Before you could process what's happening the specimen was pushing you towards a dark corner and looking out to see if anyone was gonna pop out from the corners.

He only let go of you and gave you some space when the lights went off after ten minutes. All while he had a hand placed on your mouth, his panicked heartbeat practically audible.

"So, are going to say something or not?" You asked again after he had moved away. "Wait don't tell me you were here to steal the question papers for the next exams." He had been looking around trying to find a way to get rid of you, but the moment these words left your mouth, his head snapped up and his eyes went wide.

"I- No! ...look I can explain."

"Oh god, so you really were here for that."

In a second, his demeanour changed, as if a switch was turned off. He looked you in the eye and started walking towards you in slow, calculated steps. You started taking steps back until your back hit the wall. He looked at you with dark eyes and an intimidating expression. Was this the same person who looked like a lost puppy just now?

"Do you even know who we are?" He asked in a deep voice.

"No-" you replied.

"What our names are?"

"Um, no but-"

"Then you can't do anything. You have nothing to prove you ever saw me here. Ha ha" He dashed screaming behind his shoulder and began laughing.

Well, at least you knew his expressions could change really fast.

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The next day Taehyung sat in Mr. Lee's class, clearly avoiding a specific friend's eyes who sat at the front. Although a little confused as to why Hoseok, the TA, was smirking at her. He had no idea. Jung was strange in many ways, so he decided not to pay him any mind.

He hurried out of the class the moment their professor dismissed them and made his way to the cafeteria, where he'd meet up with his other friends.

He went there to see Jungkook already there, chatting with another one of his friends. "So how's the nwe neighbor?" Jungkook asked in casual tone leaning back with his signature shiteating grin, which made her sputter out the juice she was drinking.

By the time she recovered and Taehyung decided to make his presence known to them both, he felt a presence behind him.

"Hey thief." Someone said right by his ear.

Startled, he looked behind and his eyes met with yours. You were leaning close to his shoulder and smiling innocently. He instantly recognised you. Looking back at the table where his friends sat, he decided to leave them out of this.

"Do you have a couple minutes to spare? So we can talk? Or if you want, we can talk right here." You gestured to the table where he was looking at.

He immediately took hold of your wrist in his hand and tugged you out of the cafeteria and in a secluded corner.

"What are you doing here!? And how did you find me?" He hissed, panic written all over his face. The campus was way too big for her to go searching around him without his name at the very least.

"You were outside of Mr. Lee's office, so it was obvious you were in one of his classes." You explained with a shrug.

"Oh. Wait, did you check each one of the classes that Mr. Lee took to find me!? I believe you didn't go through that much trouble just to say hi to me, did you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Not really. I found you in his second class only so it wasn't that troublesome. And yeah I do have something I need from you." You gave him an easy smile.

"I wonder what that might be."

"I want to ask a favour from you. Just little one."

"And what makes you think that I'd help you willingly." He crossed his arms.

"Let's see, you were involved in the stealing of exam papers and I caught you red handed." You smiled innocently

"Is that a threat I hear in your voice? You can't go to Mr. Lee though since nothing is actually missing from his office and he won't believe you"

"But I'm sure the sweet TA would love to hear this piece of information. You know how much he enjoys gossip and how good he is at using them in his favour."

"You don't have proof." He scoffed.

You pulled out your phone, and there was a video playing on it.

"So are you going to say something or not?"

"Wait don't tell me you were here to steal the exam papers for next weeks exams."

Taehyung's eyes widened as saw his face, clear in the video playing on your phone.

"I- No!...look I can explain."

"Oh god so you really were here for that."

"Do you even know who we are?"

"No-"

"What our names are?"

"Um no but-"

"Then you can't do anything. You have nothing to prove."

"Now I wonder if that counts as a proof." You gave an exaggerated pout, "But I'm sure Hoseok would like to see that." You blinked up at him.

"So now you're blackmailing me?" He asked incredulously.

"Seems like it." You smiled, making your eyes almost disappear.

"What do you want?"

"This semester's question papers from Mrs. Choi." You said it with a straight face.

"Wh- what!? Are you crazy?" He asked, sputtering.

"Maybe." You giggled. "Now since you already have experience in this field, I thought I'd ask for help. Also, you ruined my chance yesterday. And if you refuse I already have that video."

He stayed silent.

"See you outside the school building, 11 p.m. Don't be late." You winked and shot him finger guns.

When you were out of sight, Taehyung groaned. "What have I gotten myself into."

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You reached the school building exactly on time and saw Taehyung already standing there.

Coming up behind him, you whispered in his ear, "Hey thief."

Startled, he said, "Stop sneaking up on me! And my name is Taehyung, so stop calling me that." He said then immediately thought if telling her his name was a good idea. Eh, it's already too late.

"Ok, ok." You raised your hand in surrender. "Now, let's go."

You both made your way in and stopped in front of the office. Slowly pushing the door, you found it unlocked. Maybe the cleaning staff hasn't arrived yet.

Looking for places to search with your phone flash lights, you saw a locked cabinet and pointed towards it with your chin. Taehyung immediately started checking it and found that it was locked.

He took out a small screwdriver and started trying to pick the lock. "Wow, so you really are a professional, huh." You said, eyes rounded in awe.

"Shut up, " he rolled his eyes, and you grinned. Walking towards the door, you decided it would be better to keep a watch out while Taehyung worked with the lock.

While you were looking around, humming to yourself, you heard a clanging sound. At first you thought it came from the outside but soon it was followed by the sound of a door banging shut. Someone was definitely in the building.

You turned around to alert Taehyung, "Taehyung! I think someone is coming-"

But at that exact moment he let out a groan, kicking at the table beside him.

There was silence, and then you heard heavy but quick footsteps coming your way.

Shit.

"You idiot! Someone is coming here you just announced our presence to them! What do we do now?!"

You both were staring at each other in panic, thinking of a way to get out of this.

You looked up—an invisible light bulb going off in your head—and grabbed at his shoulders, "Okay, don't panic and just play along."

"What-"

"Just pretend!" You hissed and closed the distance between you, your lips hovering just above his and heads tilted in such a way that gave the illusion that you two were kissing.

Taehyung immediately froze in shock. But when a flash light shined just outside the door, he panicked for real and took a step forward.

With that, the next thing you knew, Taehyung had pushed you to the desk and was kissing you—for real. His hands slid down your back, resting below your waist just above your ass. His lips soft and slightly parted as they pressed gently against yours. You were utterly shocked but immediately caught up on the act and put your arms around his shoulder just as the door swung open.

"Oi kids! What are you doing here?"

You both immediately parted and started at the guard, pointing his torch at you.

Your face was red, and your heart was beating loudly from the kiss, or was it from being caught? You didn't know, maybe both.

"You said no would disturb us here at this hour!" You said in false shock, turning towards Taehyung.

But he couldn't utter a word, too stunned by what he just did, just staring at you with large eyes and heated cheeks. After a moment, he let out a nervous giggle, and the guard just sighed in exasperation.

Soon you both were out of the building, walking side by side in silence.

"Well, that was an unexpected turn of events." You broke the silence, and Taehyung flushed a little. "But are you sure that guard won't say anything to the management about..." You gestured between you both with your hands, sneaking a glance at his lips.

"The campus is full of crazy wild kids, what we did was nothing. He probably won't even remember us in the morning. Want to know some of the crazier things that others have done on school property?" He asked casually.

"No, I'm good...but you'd still have to follow my orders, remember I still have that video." You said. Your hand going towards your back pocket to reach for the phone. Nothing.

You stopped in your tracks searching for your phone in your front pockets and jacket when you heard Taehyung speak up a few paces ahead of you, having walked a bit further.

"Looking for something?" He pulled your phone out of his pocket, waving it above his head. "Now now. It's not good to threaten people and blackmail them, don't you think?"

You were gaping at him, unable to form words. When did he even take it—oh, right. The kiss. Just thinking about it again made your face heat up.

"If you want your phone back," Taehyung spoke up again, breaking you from your thoughts, "meet me at the cafe on the fifth block, 8 a.m. Maybe I can even help you study for your exam so you don't have to steal the question papers. Don't be late."

He turned around and started walking away.

You were so shocked at the turn of events that you stayed rooted to your place. This thief stole from you too, huh? First a kiss, then your phone...

"Stop standing there and move. I'll walk you to your dorm. It's kinda late."

...and maybe a bit of your heart too.

Thank you for reading!

Ps. If you are curious about what Tae and gang were actually doing in the beginning go and read 'Little slave'.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung x reader #bts v fanfic #bts university au #iki writes

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playboysaleen · 1 year ago

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 5.1k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic , show and storyline. Also, the reader is masc tbh

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"Get up."

A groan slipped your mouth as your body laid against the floor of your dorm. A shadow appeared in your vision when a pair of hands gripped the collar of your shirt flinging you into the wall knocking over the artwork that fell on top of your head.

"What are you going to do when the Council comes in at the middle of the night and you sound asleep. Do you have a death wish?" Reinfield scolded as his arm wrapped around your arm lifting you onto your feet. You sent daggers to the man who patted off the dust on your black shirt when the door opened revealing Principal Weems.

"Ah, I arrived on time. Come now, to the field we go." Weems spoke, holding the door open for you and the man. You waved your hands to the two showing that you are still in your sleepwear. Rein shrugged his shoulders glancing at the door behind you. Your eyes widen and the next thing you know your cheek is pressed against the wet grass.

"Get. Off. Me." You muffled, grunting against the man's hold he had on your head.

"What's the magic word?" The amusement was definitely one sided. Using your body, you rolled over grabbing the man's hand and tossing him across the field. A loud "OOUF" was heard from the impact which sent a proud smile onto your face.

The smell of vanilla invaded your nose when you turned to the entrance of the gate you saw Wednesday, Xavier and Weems watching. A small smile ghosted your face at the small woman who made your heart race but soon you felt a shift in her stance when a hand was wrapped around your throat.

"It will not be that easy Dracula-" Rein started as you struggled against his hold, a crack echoed through the field as his fingers dug deeper into your throat. "The Council will stop at nothing to kill you." Rein tossed you again but this time you landed at the feet of the girl.

"And she will be the first person they will come after to weaken you." He whispered when his fingers mazed through your hair, yanking your head back to get a full view of the three, but she was the only one that stood out in your vision.

"Tear her head from her neck-" he started, a horrid vision flashed in your head causing your fangs to flash the three in front of you. "They'll rip her limb from limb." a scream that was foreign but you knew who it was. A growl bubbled at your throat when the grip from Rein tightened. Wednesday kept her death stare on the man, X swallowed the uncomfortable ball in his throat and Weems watched the sight before her fear seeping from her skin.

Your eyes turned white when the visions flashed through your head, Rein turned back to the trees as a group of people walked towards you. Rein nodded at one of the women whose eyes were white as a ghost. She blinked as the white in your eyes disappeared, you locked eyes with Wednesday releasing a breath. Rein let go of your head letting you lay onto the grass.

"Now, let's get to work." Rein clapped his hands while you now laid on your back attempting to process what just happened. An object landed onto your stomach that sent a burning feeling into your abdomen. You yelped, hopping onto your feet letting the object fall onto the ground.

"What the hell is that?" You yelled lifting your shirt to see the wound closing at a very slow pace. Looking between Rein and the now scarring, you noticed a group of people standing behind him.

"Now that is hell." A girl around your age snorted out which the strangers chuckled. A woman removed her hood from behind Reinfield.

"Vervain. A herb that could kill off a vampire, but for ascendant's... it is a small pinch." She spoke, extending her hand out which you accepted, shaking. "Bora." You nodded, mumbling your name looking back at the group. It clicked,

"You are the Original Bloods." Rein nodded, taking a few steps to stand by your side.

"Yes, they are. We have Bora. Shapeshifter." the woman nodded her way, you sent a firm nod. "And the visions you were having were by D. Hallucinations." The woman nodded when you sent her one back.

"Alek, Prykonesis." The man in the corner locked eyes with his own, sending a smirk as he lifted his hand exposing the flame in his palm. You gasp letting out a small chuckle. "Now that is cool." Rein smiled softly pointing at the smaller figure in the back.

"That is Sofi, the youngest of the Original Blood. Necromancy." Your eyes widen at the gift the child was given. Controlling and summing the dead is a very hard power to have. Your family told stories about the death summoner. She gently waved as you sent a small smile.

"And that woman there is Marija. Atomkenisis." The woman removed the hood from her head which caused your breath to catch in your throat. You nodded her way as she sent you a small smile. Quickly averting your eyes you saw a shadow that appeared from the trees. Taking a few steps back, your fangs peeked through your gums awaiting for an attack.

"Don't worry, Raina loves to make an entrance." D spoke, smiling at the shadow making her way to the group. The voice in the back of your head did NOT like the energy of the woman who sent a fanged smile your way.

"Needs a haircut but they'll do." The woman joked that you did not find any humor in it at all. You huffed crossing your arms eyeing the women's movements as she made her way to the girl from earlier leaning into her side.

"Who leads you all? like the Alpha?" You asked, there has to be a leader for them. A snort slipped from Raina as she walked towards you.

"There is no leader. We are mindlinked as one." Sass definitely seeped in her words. You raised your eyebrow looking between the women a foot from you to the group. "So... like a pack?" Bora laughed lightly, patting Raina's shoulder , nodding your way.

"Yes, like a pack." You sent a smirk towards the girl behind Bora who scoffed walking back to their partner who held a grin.

"You all have... amazing gifts." You started placing your hands behind your back taking a few steps next to Rein. "I do not know how to control...or even work my own." whispering, your head hung low at the expectations that now weighed on your shoulders.

"But you do." A small voice was heard, you lifted your head to lock eyes with the woman from earlier who held a warm smile. "When each of us were introduced I felt the shift in your body. When I was introduced you received a partial amount of my Atmokinesis. The weather dropped about ten degrees and you didn't notice." Your gaze followed the woman as she stood next to Alek. He opened his hand signaling you to do the same.

"Alek here will ignite his power and-" her words were cut in half when you copied the man's actions and your palm held a ball of flame. Rein sent a nod to Alek when he chuckled, taking a few steps back. Everyone seemed to make their way away from the two of you as you were lost in the flame in your hand.

Alek shot the ball of flames your way which you dodged quickly. You yelped when heat coursed through your body. The both of you went toe-to-toe exchanging balls of fire towards one another when a hand was wrapped around your ankle sending you to the ground. Trying your best to escape, you glanced at the group focusing on D's eyes then glancing at Alek's form. Your eyes flashed white as the man grunted turning to the opening behind him throwing countless amounts of fire. Seeing an opening you ripped the hand from your ankle blurring to him tackling him on his back. Alek hissed your way baring his fangs when you did the same only difference is you let out a growl/roar sending his fangs back into hiding.

"ENOUGH."

Even the animal chatter in the woods went silent along with the people meters away. Alek turned his head to the side, tearing his eyes away from yours. "I don't want to hurt you." you whispered letting go of the man's collar.

A gust of wind blew you off of the boy as you rolled onto your feet, locking eyes with the woman from earlier as her eyes spark with electricity. Your ears rang when you saw a ginormous animal sprinting from the corner of your eye. Quickly dodging a loud bang rang through your ears as you laid against the grass. Groaning loudly you held your side at the pain that was now subsiding. The animal from seconds ago lunged at you while you placed your arm underneath its neck, preventing the animal from biting your face off. It was a bear. It was Bora. Struggling against her hold you yelled at the piercing of her claw in your shoulder.

"Argh...i..CAN'T!" You cried out, the noise of Bora's teeth snapping drummed into your ears. You turned your head to the side as her mouth inched closer and closer. You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins as your eyes flashed a yellow/gold color as a snout replaced your nose yet disappeared when the weight became light above you. The growling turned into heavy breaths, you turned your head as the face of your nightmares appeared in flesh. A horrid scream left your mouth as a flash of electricity coursed through your eyes flying the boy across the field. You hopped onto your feet blurring to the woman who is now in her true form with your hand around her throat.

"NO." You roared as tears brimmed your eyes- "Never, EVER in your life use my dead brother as leverage to win this 'spar' we are having-' ' you started sinking your fingers into her neck as her knees buckled beneath the tower you had over her. Rein sighed, nodding his way to Marija as she huffed jogging towards you. She lifted her hands causing the sky to darkened and a handful of lightning strikes rammed into you. Falling onto your back a sharp breath slipped from your lips as you laid staring at the dark skies.

"They're hurting them." X whispered, Wednesday kept her hard eyes on you awaiting you to move. Weems placed a hand on Reinfields shoulder, sending him a look- "This will be nothing compared to what the Council will do, we must have them prepared and more." Rein argued turning back to your body but deep down the man felt guilt. Guilt that ate him alive for centuries. Guilt that got the best of him.

"They have learned alot from this sparring you are throwing onto them. Let them rest, you may prepare them physically for this fight but what do you think is going through their head at this exact moment. Look at them." Weems spoke pointing at the field where you stood then crashed back to the ground. Wednesday took a step to make her way to you yet stopped when Marija made her way to your side lifting you onto your feet. Her heart boomed against her chest and she felt an acid bubble in her stomach. Looking away from the sight, Wednesday grabbed X and dragged him away from the field.

"Class starts in a few, we must go." She mumbled, X sighed following behind the girl heading back to the building.

"Principal Weems, after talking with the rest of the OB we have decided it is best to take Dracula under our wing for training. They will still attend class, but will need to understand more of themselves now that we are here." Bora spoke to Weems as she sighed. Nodding her head,

"We are across the field in the new house that was built, we have plenty of space and will use the field to practice. There is a room already being cleared for the Ascendant." Weems nodded her head, looking between you and Reinfield. Your head hung low at the news but you really needed to feed.

"I...I need to feed. I'm not feeling well." Marija caught you before you could hit the ground. Everyone snapped their heads to Rein as he held his hands up, "Hey, I did not know the ascendent needs a specific feeding schedule." Everyone rolled their eyes chattering amongst themselves.

"Fuck it, drink from me." Marija spoke, many 'No's were heard from the group which you shook your head leaning into her hold. "Have they drunk actual blood? Not animal, Not New Bloods, I mean actual human blood?" Marjia asked, throwing your arm over her shoulder for better support.

"They have not." Weems answered, Bora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "They're going to need a lot more than what we have. Plus, a drink from one of us will be enough." the woman continued.

"Mari, you know what happens when Originals drink from each other." Bora mumbled out still figuring out what could be the best route.

"And they are an ascendent. We don't know what could happen. Besides, Their venom could kill you. They may be the F card." Raina spoke and with the last power you had you lifted your head locking eyes with the girl.

"Lets test my venom on you then huh," Raina rolled her eyes looking back at Bora. The woman turned to you then back to Marija.

"Okay, but after this is done we will head back and run some tests on them both. Raina will be on watch duty for the ascendent in case anything happens and I will supervise Marija." Marija nodded at the group letting Sofi pull her sleeve up. "Drink." You looked at Rein, which he nodded, taking a few steps back.

A shaky breath slipped from your lips when your hand wrapped around her wrist. a small vein pulsed against her skin that your fangs slashed out your gums and a wave of strength flowed through you. Following the vein up her wrist the pulsing became louder when you noticed the bright blue against her shoulder.

"No." Your arms wrapped around her shoulder as you blurred her onto the ground. Everyone began to panic when Marija lifted her hand to stop Sofi from moving closer.

"No one will save you." you whispered, locking eyes with the girl beneath you. Her eyes mirrored your own, "No one will need too." You flashed your fangs chuckling, "Good." You leaned down piercing your fangs into the girl's shoulder letting the blood pool your mouth. A moan slipped from the girl's mouth when your fangs sank deeper.

"Alright, that's enough." Raina spoke after a few seconds of you drinking what you could. A loud 'No' came from both of you. Bora nodded at Alek making their way to the two. Alek grabbed the back of your neck sending a small surge of fire to your nerves. You jumped away from Marija holding your head.

"Argh what the fuck." you grumbled hopping onto your feet. Looking at the woman who now was the one with her arm over Bora wobbling on her feet.

"We must go. We will see you in our home for dinner tonight. Grab what you need from your dorm." Bora ordered, you nodded, turning on your heels, blurring to your dorm. When you arrived the bell rang indicating that the first class was over. An uncomfortable feeling filled your body after you blurred your belongings in a duffle bag and box. Rein leaned against your balcony door watching your face fall.

"This is a lot to take in; I know, but this is for the best." Droplets fell against the roof as you grabbed your things glancing at the door.

"The fate of the world is in my hands and I still barely know how to whistle. What do you think someone my age should be doing? I didn't ask for this Reinfield. Now I have to kill the people who haunt my dreams at night." Venting to the man, you grabbed the phone that laid on your desk shooting a text to Xavier, updating him on what was happening.

"I know, kid. I know. Let's get you to the OB's so we can get you settled." You nodded following Rein out the balcony door blurring to the huge black mansion.

Knocking on the door, Aleks face popped from the crack smiling my way. "Finally. Come on, Bora has the chair ready for you." You nodded walking in and following the boy to a door that led to a nice comfy infirmary.

"Hey, have a seat, we will start here in a second." Bora's voice was soft when she sent you a smile as you handed your things to Alek and took a seat on the chair. You followed Bora's movement when she prepared an IV to place on you.

"Where is your Pure Vein?" Bora asked while preparing the IV kit. You hesitantly removed your shirt laying back on your back keeping your eyes towards the ceiling. Raina leaned against the door frame watching carefully as Bora struck the needle into your pure vein.

“Good place to hide, but make sure your chest is well protected when the time comes.” You sighed, blinking away the voice of your brother in your head.

“What will happen when the time comes?” Bora typed away on the computer answering-

“We will fight. I have Sophie and an old friend of mine contacting some people that could help us in this. After the death of the young ascendant that was killed by the Council three years ago, we have a lot of people like us who have a bone to pick with them.” Your head snapped to Bora as she was still mindlessly typing on the computer.

“Jaime?” Bora nodded, glancing at you. You gasped quietly, knuckles turning white from gripping the handles on the chair.

“Your readings are normal. Since you drank from an OB you actually don’t have to feed for the next 2 days. Amazing..” Bora started handing the printed readings to Raina to read over. “Marija is more than okay, she feels stronger.. funny how your venom is like an energizer for us.” Bora joked, removing the IV and placing a small cone onto your chest. You eyed the object and as curious as you are you poked at it,

"What is thi-" a yelp flew out your mouth when a shock was sent through your body. Raina howled with laughter as she lifted her hand guiding the cone across your chest. After a few minutes of discomfort the cone fell onto the floor.

"They're good to go, it's all gone." Raina spoke, grabbing the cone from the floor, tossing it into the trash. Confusion danced through you. What was her power?

"Thank you, can you please escort them to their room?" Bora asked, Raina could only nod, opening the door letting you pass her. Once she closed the door you let her make way in front of you.

"You're quiet. Normally you have something salty to say." She started as you both made our way up the stairs. "You never said what your gift was." Raina sighed, stopping at the last door down the hall. You opened the door to see the beautiful room. A window that took up the whole wall. About 3/4 of the room was the window and a huge California size bed against the only wall in the room, besides the wall the door was attached to. Forgetting the conversation you wanted to continue, you walked deeper into the room taking in the view in front of you. You could see the quad from your own room. Wednesday would love this view especially with the rain painting the window.

"Hemokinesis." Raina spoke after a few minutes of silence. You turned your gaze away from the window to her- "well your generation calls it Blood Bending." Your eyes widen at the information. "So you are the most powerful one here then?" She sent a nod taking a seat on the ledge by the window.

"I found out I was gifted when I was 19. I was married off to some man and when he found out he fed me to the wolves. My gift saved me but that was when Bora found me and I've been with them since then." You took a seat on your bed,

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked shifting on your arm as you leaned into the bed. She sent you a small smile shaking her head.

"I don't hate you." She started, you leaned back up waiting for her excuse. "I'm scared for you."

"You are not the first to mate with someone who is nothing like us." Your eyes widen. "You were the one everyone spoke about a few years ago." It all made sense now. She nodded, clasping her hands together, sighing.

"What they left out is... I was not the one that killed her. The council did. Sad thing is that the council needed some kind of reminder to people like us of their power. My mate was murdered in 1843. " A small gasp flew out your mouth. She scoffed, shaking her head.

"The Council will play mind tricks on anyone to keep the power they have on everyone strong. I fear for you, for your mate. She has no idea where she stands now and not only in your life but with the most powerful people in the world." You shook your head standing from the bed walking to the window,

"No ones going to touch her. Over my dead cold body." You grit grabbing your coat storming to the door. Raina blurred your way grabbing your hand stopping you from the door.

"I said the same thing and she's gone. I stand with you so please know we all do." You eyed her features, feeling a small source of heat flowing through your chest. She was telling the truth. The blood that was stored in her body was warm. Still. Even without trying you were blood bending for the truth and you found it.

"Go. Be back in an hour." She whispered, letting go of your hand. You sent her one last look blurring to Nevermore. After a few minutes, Raina made her way into the living room to meet with the rest of the Originals.

"They left- didn't they?" Alek asked, walking in from the kitchen with a newspaper. Raina nodded, taking a seat next to D snuggling into the girl's embrace. Bora sighed leaning forward towards the coffee table moving a chess piece while Sofie eyed the board. Marija blurred from the other room grabbing her coat. Raina raised a hand to stop her.

"They went to see their mate. Leave them." The lights flickered throughout the house as Marija nodded walking upstairs into her room. Alek sighs loudly taking a seat next to Bora, sending her a goofy smile.

"So who is going to tell the newbie that they're Marija's dead mates doppelgänger?" Alek spoke for the room when Bora sent a hand into Aleks shoulder, dropping the paper from his hands. D chuckled, wrapping her arm around Raina bringing her as close as possible.

“I will talk to Marija and you four stick around for back-up” Raina huffed rolling her eyes, “She’s going to lose her shit huh?” Sofi giggled quietly moving her chess piece next to Bora's king as the young girl stood to her feet walking to the kitchen.

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You stood in front of the building, eyeing the balcony a few stories above you. Taking a step back, you leaped onto the tree hanging a few feet away from gripping onto the branch when you saw the silhouette of the girl sitting with a huge instrument in her hand. Thing held an umbrella over Wednesday as she started her piece. You sat on the branch letting the sound dance through you. Your eyes opened when her heartbeat boomed in your ears, leaning forward you noticed the crease in her brows. The vibrations from the music filled your bones, the aggressive playing sparked something you. You were scared something was wrong.

The music came to a halt when a tear slipped from her closed eyes. Thing dropped the umbrella as the rain seemed to stop too. A heavy sigh was heard from the girl when she looked down at the appendage.

“I do not understand why I feel like this. I feel fear but not the kind I love.” She spoke. Things signed and you guessed from the way the chair scraped back on the concrete triggered the girl. Wednesday walked to the ledge of the balcony placing her arms on top keeping her gaze on the house you were staying in.

“I do not know this being and for some reason everything my father has said was true.” You were confused on what she was talking about, Thing stood still then slowly signed.

“It feels like a hot iron in my throat but I believe him. I understand.”

Her heart raced, as if you could feel it as your own. You decided it was time to step in as you hopped off the branch onto the ledge. Her head snapped to you, sending her a small smile you moved from the ledge standing a few feet away from her.

“Hi.” was all you could muster up. Distracted by her heart beating in your ears, you missed the gasp that slipped her lips. She was the one to take the first step towards you. You studied her movements searching for any discomfort but your body played against you as your hand reached for hers.

“How…are you feeling?” It was a struggle for the girl to get those words out but the look on your face washed away the small tinch of disgust she felt. You sent her a small smile.

“Way better than what I felt a few hours ago. You okay?” You answered but as you spoke she took another step standing a few inches away. The height difference made Wednesday lookup as you looked down into her eyes. It was as if she could hear your dead heart beat with how nervous you felt. All she could do was nod.

“I have to stay at the OBs for a bit. Rein will take you someplace safe when the Council comes.” The rest of your explanation was shoved back down your throat when the look the girl in front of you had shot your way.

“No. I am going to stay with you no matter what happens.” She expressed taking a step back, shaking her head. Huffing, you looked at the sky. “It is for the best. I can't have you in any type of danger.” She scoffed, crossing her arms, “and what makes you think I couldn't handle myself.”

“Could you please just do one thing for me?” You pleaded, the screams from training echoed in your head as you leaned against the balcony. Wednesday shook her head sending Thing a look which he scurried away. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” She argued but was shoved right down her throat when you blurred infront of her backing her against the balcony window. The veins under your eyes were now dark and visible, while the fangs poked out your lips were twice the size.

“The Council will kill you Wednesday. Rip you- limb from limb. What are you not understanding?” You spat with your eyes staring deep into the girl's soul. She slightly leaned forward to meet you whispering.

“I will not run away when my heart for some reason needs to be as close to you as it can. I don’t know why I feel like this and I can't stand it. This magnetic pull I feel when you are not around, I can’t go a few hours without wanting to be next to you.” You took a step back at the girl's response. You would have never thought you would hear such words out her mouth.

“The Council is coming for me and will not stop till I am dead and burned.-” You licked your lips as you looked down at your feet, “and since you are my mate, they will come for you too.”

Wednesday shook her head at the way her hand acted on its own grabbing yours.

“If that is true, I’d…I’d want to die by your side.” Your eyes widen as the veins are now gone and your fangs hide inside your gums. You swore a day ago the girl in front of you was the most heartless human with you being the one with no heart at all. You felt heat engulf your body when she placed her head against your chest. Your arms wrapped around her as you both stood in silence while the sun was now visible and setting along the horizon. You held her in your arms for a moment thinking.

“I will have the OB talk to Weems tonight.” You whispered. She could only nod her head burying her face deeper into your chest.

“I do not like the way I feel around you, but the closer I am… I seem to tolerate it more by the minute.” She mumbled into your chest which you pulled back sending her a small smile. You moved back, sighing softly.

We need you back here…we got a bit of a problem

D’s voice was heard in your head when you snapped your head to the house.

“What is it?” Wednesday asked, following your gaze to the house. You looked back to the girl pulling her back into your embrace. Funny how after a hug the girl no longer freezes in your touch but rather yet sinks in.

“They need me. I will come get you after class tomorrow. I’ll be here waiting.” You pulled away speaking. She sent you a nod but the stare she had on you made you stand there waiting for her response. Warm lips were planted on your cheek when the world stopped.

“Go.”

she whispered inching away into the dorm. You nodded, sending her a fanged smile hopping onto the edge jumping off.

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Geez, its been a while lol.

I basically have the story done. like 70%. So enjoy.

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bbybearcubbs · 9 months ago

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Cute!

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〖Warnings〗➤ None, proof read like 6 times but there's probably still mistakes.

〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff

〖Pairing〗⥤ Bf!Jisung x Gn!Reader

〖Word Count〗⥤ 986(probably)

〖Networks〗⥤ @kflixnet @k-films @k-labels

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A sigh leaves your lips as you step inside. Work was extra exhausting today, leaving you yearning for the comfort of your bed and your beloved boyfriend. “Sungie I'm home!” you call into the apartment, setting your coat onto the racks on the wall and slipping your shoes off.

Not long after, you hear the sound of rushing footsteps against the tiled floors and a head of fluffy dark brown hair pokes out from the other end of the hallway. “Jagiya! Welcome back!” Jisung exclaims with a smile.

You give him a small smile in return, too exhausted to mirror his enthusiasm. Jisung notices your lack of energy and fully unsheathes himself from behind the wall. “Are you okay jagi?” He asks, his concern evident in his furrowed brows as he walks towards you.

The small pout on his lips makes your heart flutter and your smile widens just slightly.

“I'm okay baby,” you reassure him, meeting him halfway in the corridor. “I'm just tired.” you explain wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him into a hug. You press your face into his shirt, inhaling the fading scent of his cologne. Your body relaxes at the familiar smell, the smell of home.

Jisung wraps his arms around your middle, squeezing you softly. “Do you want to go lay down?” He asks quietly. “Yes please,” you sigh, making Jisung chuckle. Jisung gently lifts your head by your chin and for a second he stares, his eyes locked with yours, mesmerized before he connects both of your lips in a soft kiss.

You love when he kisses you like this. Soft and comforting, allowing you to fully relax into his arms, your legs almost giving out under you.

Gently, Jisung begins to move backwards, guiding you to the bedroom. Once you two are inside Jisung breaks the kiss so he can lay down on the bed. Gently, he tugs you along to lay on top of him. You let him pull your body along and you lay on top of him, resting your head on his chest.

Your hand drops lazily over his torso and you absentmindedly begin drawing small shapes along his clothes stomach.

“Do you want to talk about today?” Jisung asks, playing with your hair. “Think of any normal day at work,” you start, “but double the amount of rude people and irritable bosses.” you finish, rolling your eyes even though Jisung couldn't see your face.

“Ouch, that sounds rough.” Jisung winces, understanding how bad things must've been today. “I'm sorry jagi” he tries to comfort you. He cranes his head down and leaves a soft peck on your forehead. The butterflies in your stomach come alive at the gesture. Something as simple as a peck still manages to makes your heart flutter.

“Don't apologize, it's not your fault,” you reassure him, “I'm just happy to finally be home with my baby.” You say softly. “And I'm glad you're home too.” Jisung says, stroking your hair affectionately.

You two lay there in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence and the comforting warmth your bodies bring to each other. You were almost drifting off to sleep when your finger grazes Jisung's bare skin, the contact seemingly sparking your senses awake again.

His shirt had ridden up a bit under your languid touches, exposing a bit of his belly.

You like Jisung's belly…

“You like my belly?” Jisung asks with a soft chuckle. Oh, you said that out loud. “Mhm, I do,” you hum, now making shapes along his bare skin. “Why?” Jisung giggles, your fingers tickling him. He was genuinely curious to know why you liked his belly.

Suddenly you push your hand underneath his shirt, pushing up his shirt in the process and exposing his entire stomach. “H-hey! Jagi that t-tickles!” Jisung giggles, squirming under the drag of your palm. “I like it because it's soft and squishy.” You say, giving his stomach a few gentle squeezes.

“It's only soft because I haven't been working out.” Jisung laughs. He's really ticklish. “I like it when it's firm from you working out too,” you look up at Jisung with a smile, “it's sexy.” You grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

"Oh really?" Jisung wiggles his eyebrows at you as well, mirroring the smirk on your face before you both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Whenever I see your cute, squishy belly,” you begin, sitting up and shuffling down the bed until you're face to face with Jisung's stomach. “I just want to squeeze it,” you continue, squeezing his belly a little, “and kiss it.” you admit, leaving a soft peck right above his belly button.

Jisung's laughter fills the room as you begin peppering his entire stomach in kisses. “J-jagi stop! T-that tickles!” Jisung whines, squirming under you but you don't stop. You keep leaving kisses across his stomach, squeezing his sides until they're squished between the spaces of your fingers.

“Jagi!! C-c-ahh-come on! Stop!” Jisung pleads through strained laughter, trying to pry your hands away. Finally you raise your head, relieving his sensitive stomach of your attacks. It takes a second for Jisung to catch his breath again.

Once he does he pushes himself up on his elbows so he can look at you. ��Thank yo- ah!” Jisung yelps when you bite into his side. Your teeth barely scraping his skin but you keep the soft flesh in your mouth, nibbling on it.

Jisung deadpans, fighting the urge to laugh at the ticklish feeling creeping up his side. “Jagi.” You hum, acknowledging him. “What are you doing?” He asks. You detach your lips from his plush side and look up at your boyfriend, a small red mark left behind on his honey skin.

“You looked biteable.” You shrug. “You're weird Jagiya.” Jisung says, gently placing his hand on your head. “You like weird.” you smile. “I do.” Jisung replies

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Note: I needed to express my love for Jisung's tummy. Its so fucking cute I just can't not yap about it

Edit: I wrote this back in March

Edit #2: I edited this again while fixing the format on here so words were added & subtracted so it's not exactly 986 words but it's somewhere around there🫠

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jumpywhumpywriter · 5 months ago

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Spinoff Story Vampire & Vampire Hunter part 35

Warnings: betrayal, human being Turned, forced blood drinking, carewhumper

I included several Anon asks in this one! This is the final official chapter for the series! I finished this one at 1:47am Lol

Anon #1: dialogue idea for when Mallory wakes up: "You know I'm a selfish bastard"

Anon #2: Alex turns Mallory and Mallory is pissed at first before he realizes he can now also break Alex's nose

Mallory awoke with a blasting headache, his thoughts foggy and muddled. And he was viscerally aware of the sharp pain stabbing his stomach.

But he was dead. He shouldn't be able to feel anything...

...right?!

He groaned, taking a breath to steel himself before cracking his eyes open, finding himself staring up at the familiar white ceiling of the hospital room back at the hunter's base. How'd he get here? He shivered uneasily, suddenly aware of how cold he felt all over.

"Mallory! You're awake!" A relieved voice next to him made him jump, and his head snapped to the side to find Alex sitting in a chair right next to the medical bed he was laying in.

"Nnn... what... what happened?" Mallory croaked, throat dry and scratchy.

Alex's excited expression instantly shifted into one of pure guilt and shame, puzzling Mallory.

"I don't know how to express how incredibly sorry I am, and I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you, but..." Alex trailed off, the words catching on his tongue.

Mallory suddenly winced, sitting up and doubling over with a gasp as pain spiked in his gut again. "Ugh... why does everything hurt so much...?" He rasped.

"That's the thing," Alex whispered sadly, and pulled out something from a sack leaned up against the wall. He held it out to the hunter, eyes downcast. "I'm so, so sorry, Mallory."

Mallory's eyes went wide with horror, even as his stomach lurched with hunger. Alex was handing him a bag of blood. Human blood.

"No," Mallory breathed with dawning realization. "Nononono--I'm not--"

"You are," Alex confirmed, voice cracking. "I'm sorry... I couldn't sit back and do nothing while you died in my arms. You know I'm a selfish bastard like that."

"NO!" Mallory barked, "I'm not a vampire!" He clumsily half-slid-half-fell out of the medical bed, making a lurching dash for the door to get out, but Alex was faster, stepping in his path and grabbing his arm to stop him.

"It's not safe for you to go out yet," he said calmly, "there's human hunters all over, and you could easily go feral and--"

"LET GO!!!" Mallory roared, panicking. And without thinking, in his pain mixed with bitter anger, he wound a fist back and let it fly, clocking Alex square in the face with an awful wet crunch.

Alex released him with a sharp cry of genuine pain, stumbling backward, and Mallory recoiled, glancing in startled disbelief from his bloodied fist to Alex's face, which was now bleeding heavily, nose bent at an unnatural angle. He was not expecting that.

"Holy---I just broke a vampire's nose with my HAND!" He gasped in shock. Then the shock turned to dread and sheer horror. There was no denying it now. Humans didn't have that kind of strength.

Mallory's hands flew up to his mouth, feeling his teeth with his fingers -- and he felt fangs. Sharp and foreign and not supposed to be there.

So the nightmare was real. He was a VAMPIRE.

"No..." Mallory only froze for a second longer before springing toward the door again while Alex clutched his broken nose with a hand, hoping to get past him and escape.

He had no idea where he would go, or what he would do, but he just needed to get away, find someplace quiet and alone to process his new reality.

"Mallory, DON'T!" Alex tackled him to the floor, but Mallory jerked his elbow up to smash him in the jaw, making the other vampire lose his grip just barely enough that he could wiggle free and make a run for it. He desperately grabbed the door handle, ready to fling it open and sprint out -- when a sharp, metallic scent hit his nose, making him dizzy. His body instinctively spun back around before his mind had even caught up.

He spotted Alex with the bag of blood in one hand, which had two distinct fang marks in the top that had pierced it and let the intoxicating sweet scent free, intentionally letting him catch a whiff. Why did it smell so good?! He should be disgusted right now, not drooling like a rabid animal!

Alex held it out with a hand, gesturing with it. "Smells good, right? Irresistible? It'll help you get control over yourself before you lose your mind," he panted, his free hand covering his broken nose.

"No--I'm not going to--" but Mallory was already losing the battle, hunger surging deep inside him.

And suddenly, Alex pounced, wrestling him to pin him to the floor too fast for Mallory to react, pinning him down. He shoved the bag of blood right under Mallory's nose, gaze sharp and demanding.

"Drink," Alex growled firmly. "You'll feel a lot better when you're not starving -- then you can be mad at me all you want. Just bite into it and your instincts will take care of the rest. I promise you'll feel better."

"You also promised me something else once," Mallory croaked, voice strained. "And you lied."

Alex flinched violently as though stabbed through the chest, guilt twisting his features. But he tipped the bag so a few drops of red blood dripped out of the puncture holes he'd made and fell onto Mallory's lips.

Mallory's gaze darkened and glazed over, and with a primal snarl, he snatched the bag from Alex and plunged his fangs in, ravenously gulping down the human blood contained inside.

Alex watched with sad eyes as the newblood went half-feral with hunger, knowing it likely wouldn't be the first time Mallory would go through such an awful experience until he learned to control his thirst. He stretched and snagged the sack the blood bag had been in, pulling it close and retrieving a second. Several of the hunters had generously volunteered to make the donations that would now help Mallory recover.

Alex kept Mallory pinned down as he fed him, and it was only after five whole blood bags that the feral cloudiness started to dissipate, and Mallory came back to himself. The feeding had been clumsy, and messy, and both Alex and Mallory were covered in spilled human blood by the time it was done.

Mallory licked his lips, twitching on the floor as he took a second to get used to his new vampire body, the blood sending new strength rushing through his cold limbs. Then his gaze flicked up to Alex, who was still sitting on top of him.

"You Turned me," he whispered numbly. "Everything's about to change for me, isn't it?"

Alex nodded grimly, slowly standing and helping Mallory up, both of them covered in spatters of blood.

"If you'll let me, I can... do my best to guide you," Alex offered guiltily. "I know I'm a terrible friend, and I've been cruel to you in the past, and now I've betrayed what little trust there was between us by breaking my promise. And I will spend the rest of my immortal life cursing myself for it. But... I can try to help, if you're willing to give me a chance. Though... I understand if you don't wish to, after all I've done." He hung his head and turned away from Mallory to hide the devastation on his face.

"I think we could... give it a try," Mallory tentatively answered. "I'm not sure if I'll ever fully forgive you for what you did, but... an eternity is a long time to hold a grudge. And now you’ve got all the time in the world to make it up to me.”

"In that case... here's to a hopefully better future?" Alex pulled out the last blood bag from the sack, lifting it into the air and watching Mallory hopefully, extending a desperate olive branch.

Mallory chuckled, though still looking slightly disgusted as he eyed the human blood sloshing around in the clear plastic.

"Yeah... a hopefully better future.”

Fun fact: from the very first chapter to now, this story has 60,499 words. That's a LOT! 😱 A huge thanks to everyone who's stuck around for the journey! ((Also, if anyone wants to read ANOTHER long vampire novel I've written, I'd recommend reading my story "Beautiful Blood"))

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imthebestcharacter618 · 3 months ago

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Warning! This contains mentions of abuse, alcohol, and many of that theme. You've been warned.

Steve hummed as he walked in a circle, to what he was told, was his bedroom. He couldn't see very well, but he liked walking in circles. Predictable. Occasionally he drifted off his path and bumped into something, but it just caused his six-year-old brain to make him giggle and repeat the process until his momma came to get him, or until he got tired of walking and laid down to watch the stars. Or [REDACTED] screamed at him, but that was normal, he did that most of the time.

They seemed brighter today. He bet his best friend Billy was watching them too. He huffs, laying down on what he thinks is the floor, staring up at the glimmering beams of light above him. That one's Aquarius... Then Betelguese... that one was super cool! And his personal favorite, Orion. And if he was lucky, he sometimes saw a frilly pink creature. It always smiled at him. Steve always gave one back.

His moment of stargazing was momentarily interrupted when he heard the click of a door unlocking, and heavy footsteps. It was [REDACTED]. Steve didn't like [REDACTED]... [REDACTED] was mean to Momma sometimes. And he always talked funny.

"Iso!" [REDACTED]'s voice rang out, the words funny and sounded like they were sliding. Sliding was fun, Steve remembered, attempting to distract himself.

Steve heard the sound of his mommas footsteps, and her quiet voice talking to [REDACTED]. That was one of Steve's favorite things about his momma, she was always so quiet. Steve liked the quiet sometimes. He was more quiet than he was loud. Distracting himself, distracting himself.

But [REDACTED]... [REDACTED] was loud. Uncomfortably so. If doom had a sound, it would be [REDACTED]'s footsteps. There was always banging when he got home, and his momma walked weird, like she was hurt. He didn't want Momma to be hurt. But she told him to never try and see, because it wasn't nice.

It didn't take long for the yelling to start. Steve tried to block most of the words out. They were dumb, mean, silly words. Words that his momma said were bad, and he should never say to anyone. Words that [REDACTED] said most of the time. He hated how loud it got. But he hummed the tune to him that Billy taught him, moving his body around to distract myself, feel the goofy textures of some of the toys he got.

But sometimes it got really loud. And he didn't like it. No amount of humming or hiding would drown it out. He'd trace the walls of his room until he found a corner, sitting down and watching the stars desperately for awnsers that will never come. Curling into a tight ball, as if it would make him invisible. Wet stuff dripped down his face. [REDACTED] screamed in anger with his funny voice, and funny scent, and momma never yelled, but cried.

Eventually, after lots of yelling, and a loud bang of something shattering, he hears his bedroom door unlock. The footsteps were light, soft. Momma. Steve attempts to call out to her, but words felt hard right now, so he stayed silent. He knew his momma would find him, she always did.

"Hello, Stevie..." She spoke softly. She sounded a little raspy. A little sad. Steve felt her gentle hands lift him up, holding him close. "I'm sorry for the loud noise. I know you don't like it."

Steve let's out a little squeal, that was easier than words, hugging his momma back tightly. He feels her pat his back and spin him around. It made everything feel light, better. He giggled, kicking his feet.

"Guess what?" She pauses for a bit after her statement. "We're gonna go see Billy, and Auntie Scalene and Uncle Euclid."

Steve squealed again, patting his mommas back, immediately gasping in delight.

Momma chuckled. That was better than crying. "Come on, Stevie... Let's go." As his momma carried him, he assumed, out of their daint little home, he heard [REDACTED]'s angry and heavy breathing from a separate room, and the room shaking as he sat in his chair. He grumbled something under his breath, something about Steve, but he didn't wanna listen. He was told not to.

He was good at doing what he was told.

#lore drop #if youve seen this on discord theres changes so

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sennenpharaoh · 10 months ago

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It was a quiet walk home. It was a quiet and long walk home.

Between navigating his way home through the map on his phone and figuring out how roads and pathways worked in the Modern World, he had no time to process all that has happened. That, and he dare not show anything here in the wide open public. At least the traffic and sounds of the outside world could drown it out for the time being.

Once he was inside and the door shut... everything was quiet. The only sound hear loud and clear was the ticking of the clock on the wall. He didn't bother to remove his jacket or take off his shoes, instead immediately walking to his room... right next to his studio... where his eyes met the painting.

It was a spur of the moment capture, a way for him to express what he was feeling right then and there when asked about Roy. Roy... a friend that he made without any help. A friend he made because of Atem, not just because he was Yugi's friend first. A friend who wanted to get to know the present Atem, not Pharaoh Atem. Someone he wanted to get to know more and more and possibly become closer and closer.

Even though at the end... it will all have to go away. This wasn't Roy's home, this wasn't his world. Eventually... he will have to go back home. Away from him.

"...Atem... If I leave... then I won't get to see you anymore."

"I know." He whispered, answering back to a silent thought as he just stared at the painting.

"Do you... really want that?"

"It doesn't matter what I want. Being selfish serves no one and that's..." He could feel his voice begin to catch in his throat and his eyes well up. Had he been in the presence of Roy he'd swallow it down like he had done already earlier but now... with the luxury of privacy, he can let it out however his body wanted to.

"...that's not fair to you. That's not fair to anyone. It's not right."

It tore him up when he heard Roy seemingly beg and plead for Atem to not leave him.

"I'm scared that I'm going to lose something no matter what I do... I'm going to lose you."

But what struck him the most was when Roy grabbed him by the arm. One thing that Atem valued highly, his "love language" one might say...

Touch.

"Please don't go..."

"Why did you say that?" He brought his arm close to his chest, not even realizing (or caring) that tears were freely running down his face at this point. There was no one to see him, just as he wanted. "Why put me above the others? Why was I the only one who saw the bigger picture?" He had to take in a breath as his voice choked up again. "No matter how you say it, the ending is the same. How we feel is irrelevant. How I feel is..."

He trailed off, just looking at the painting through blurred vision. All that was going through his mind was the memories he had made with Roy already. Going to the lounge, spending time at the park late night, even the rush of feelings that led to creating that painting. That right there was proof of his feelings. They were right there.

"No... I can't be selfish." He felt himself tremble a little, knowing exactly what that endgame would mean. No more nights together, no more random talks at the park. No more Roy. Falling to his knees, he tried to fight the one feeling he didn't dare admit. "I can't keep you here, this isn't your home! As much as I want you to stay, as much as I don't want you to go..." His eyes widened as soon as he heard the words come out of his mouth.

He didn't want Roy to leave him. He wanted Roy to stay.

"No. No. No no no no no no no. Why did I..." He couldn't fight it anymore. He could barely keep it in front of Roy, why hold back now? He said it. It was an ugly thought, a selfish thought, an honest thought, but he said it. Wrapping his arms around himself he layed on the floor, tears flowing nonstop at this point and his voice just choked up.

"No... it shouldn't matter what I want! Asking you to stay is selfish! This isn't your home! This isn't fair to them! Just because I want you to stay it... it shouldn't matter! My feelings... shouldn't matter. My feelings..."

He couldn't finish it. He knew exactly what he was feeling. He didn't want Roy to leave. He wanted Roy to stay here, with him. He knew how ugly, horrible, and selfish these feelings and emotions were, and he hated it.

But they were there.

As he just curled up and cried quietly to himself, Roy's words rang again in his mind.

"I'm scared that I'm going to lose something no matter what I do... I'm going to lose you."

"So am I, Roy." He whispered as much as his sobs would let him. "So am I."

#drabble #flamesignite mention #the talk with roy tore him up inside and he needed to let it out

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ruvastuon · 10 months ago

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POACHING TALENT

@flashfictionfridayofficial fff262 Run Far and Fast prompt

CW: horror, violence, and death

(I'm bad at tagging, so if there is anything I missed, please let me know.)

Summary: 437 was sent to guard an expedition party harvesting frozen crystals for the Cove. Things go awry when a creature attacks and kills the expedition, dragging an unconscious 437 deep into the tunnels. Once he wakes, 437 attempts to escape the maze, and whatever beast is so keen on getting ahold of him.

Slamming into one of the icy tunnel walls, 437 began forcing air into his lungs. How long had he been running? How far was this thing willing to chase him?

He tried to calm his beating heart as memories of the earlier massacre crowded into his mind, crushing any attempts of his flickering reason to rationalize that thing. The fear festering in his bones was unnatural and unacceptable for someone of his age, but that didn't lessen its power.

Sucking in more stale air, 437 knew that thing wouldn't let him rest long. After the first twelve hours of blind flight through the tunnels looking for anything familiar in the maze, he realized it was just toying with him like a cat chasing a bug.

{Silus?}

His breath stopped short as the grainy voice echoed from further back in the tunnels, sweetly crooning his birth name. Panic flared in his mind again as his instinct to flee overtook his exhaustion.

Unfortunately, his body wasn't quite in agreement with the decision to start moving again so suddenly. 437's attempt to pull himself away from the wall proved more challenging than he had expected, but the real trouble came when he felt his balance give out.

Crashing to the floor, he lay in a sweating mess, trying to muster the strength to move his shaking limbs. He needed to get out, to feel the mountain breeze on his face again, to thaw out his freezing limbs, and to enjoy the warmth of food in his stomach.

Precious seconds dragged on as 437 struggled with his fluttering consciousness. The longer he lay there, the more he wondered if the effort to survive was even worth it anymore when an itch at his throat reminded him of why he was so desperate to make it out of these caves.

{It can all stop if you just do as you're told Silus. You're good at that, right?}

Too close. 437 scrambled to his feet, cursing as the little lead he had managed to gain was so effortlessly lost in a moment of weakness.

Dropping another item behind him, 437 continued his uncoordinated dash down the tunnels, hoping he could avoid another dead end. He was running out of distractions, and in the darkness of the tunnels, he felt his mind slipping down roads he'd long since abandoned.

The Cove had used him for decades, and now this thing wanted him under its thumb. 279 had been right about them being pawns, but even with how poorly he had been treated in the past, he had no desire to switch his forced allegiance to whatever was so transfixed on him. So he focused on the same goal he'd clung to since he woke in the depths of the temple. He focused on running.

Tunnel after tunnel 437 ran, avoiding bodies and rubble until his eyes caught a familiar expedition uniform. It was torn and barely recognizable, but the blood was much fresher than the other bodies, and he recognized the brat's expression of horror as he passed by. 437 was getting close to the doors. If he was right at his pace, it would be just a bit further.

Ignoring the screaming pain in his muscles, 437 followed a trail of more familiar bodies until he reached the temple doors. Slamming into them, he stared up in dismay at the solid wall before him. They had already been sealed again.

{I told you there was no escape. Accept your fate, and become my vessel}

Cold fingers wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him to his knees as 437 breathed heavily, trying to process his wasted effort. The faint hope of food and the Mountain breeze were instantly lost as the impossible pressure on his shoulders held him firmly in place.

He still had his hunting knife. He'd seen the girl use it to the creature's frustration before, when he'd had hope that at least some of them could make it out. Clutching it in his hand, he hesitated for a moment before ultimately releasing the handle. He wouldn't do that, not even now.

Cold breath cascaded over him from above as the creature's mouth slowly began to encompass his head, obscuring his view. He knew what came next. He'd seen it do the same to some of the others before they’d been separated. Knowing didn’t exactly prepare him for the pain, but once the teeth scraped past his chin, he only felt them tear onto his skin for a brief moment before everything cut abruptly to black.

…

The creature smiled, shimmering with hints of red as the pitiable vessel was processed. Null purred in satisfaction, it hadn't been sure using a corrupted vessel would work given its current alignment, but it seemed that its hypothesis had indeed been correct. Now, it at least stood a chance in the upcoming battle.

#writing prompt #flash fic friday #horror #some violence #writing #sketch

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izzy-mizzie-boo · 9 months ago

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Melody (Earth-0 or Retroboot).

Yes, these two are the same :^

I've been developing her in my mind for a few days now and- Jeez, she suffers a lot.

As I do with the other post I'm using to talk bit by bit about Cartoon Melody(and a few times about the other Melodys-), I will make this post be about Retroboot/Earth 0 Melody, giving a few facts about her and some useless things that I added on her because I like and I think that contrasts a lot with her personality.

1_ Melody can be very restrictive about some stuff, and this includes people trying to get into her privacy. It includes: Projects, her bedroom, her stuff, where she goes and more. She gets kinda annoyed when she's questioned where she has been at or what she has been doing. She stares at the curious person as if wanting to say: "Visiting your mom cause you haven't!" (Don't question her xd)

2_ Melody doesn't like to be called and neither calls her a "Hero". Whenever she says she's not a hero, someone always asks: "Then what are you? A villain?" She only replies: "I'm not a hero and neither a villain, I'm a Bellmont and that's all you need to have in mind."

3_ Liking it or not, the Melodys aren't the same, not only in appearance or characteristics, but also they have a few differences about their intellects. Melody Earth 0 is mostly better at Mechanic, Chemistry and Biology.

4_ Even though she's a Melody that has survived her fatal disease, she ended up with a few after-effects, such as: Hallucinations that get heavier with the time passing by until she panic and faint(or until she takes her medicine and calm down slowly as it makes effects) and the lack of energy to do much stuff, that's why she ends up falling asleep on the hallways with no reason.

5_ Whenever Melody starts to have hallucinations, it starts light, with a few small things appearing until it starts to bother her vision, affect her body and get her to panic. Even if she was already told that it is "psychological", she still can feel her body being affected by it every single time she has it. When it starts, she tries to keep herself as calm as possible, doesn't interact with anyone and just gets to her main task of taking her medication. In these moments, stress or anger can cause the hallucinations to worsen quickly, so if she ever was called to a mission, it would mean her task would have a quick timer, making her rush to her bag or bedroom.

6_ Unfortunately, due to these hallucinations getting heavy, Melody can end up having an anxiety crisis, which she can't really deal with alone, leading in crying and heavy breathing as she sits on the floor nearby a wall, desk, nightstand or whatever she can lean at. If the hallucinations ever get her whole reality distorted or her body too uncomfortable to do any movement, she just lay or falls down, to quicken the process of fainting and not dealing with this headache anymore.

7_ It may not seem like it, but she loves hugs. If you ever find her, give her a hug, it will calm her down and place a soft smile on her face. :>

#writing about my ocs' world #i plan about doing more of it #writing about my oc's world #about my ocs

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starsxblazing · 1 year ago

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You're Losing Me (Part Two)

A/N: Yet another piece that broke my heart and left me crying

Summary: The struggle of the aftermath of your death begins and leads you a new path in life

Warnings: talk of suicide, angst.

Azriel x Reader

Part 1 - Part 3

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Azriel was unable to move from his spot on your couch where Rhysand had forced him to move to. He was covered in your blood from where he had held your lifeless body and cried until there was nothing left to give. Through his haze, he noticed that Amren was the only one who seemed calm enough to handle all of the business at hand even though his brothers’ were trying to stay strong. Rhysand had ordered Feyre to return home when she came bursting through the door in a panic because he didn’t want her seeing the sight.

The image of you laying in a pool of your own blood, a knife on the floor beside you, was one that he would never be able to wash from his mind. His mind replayed every single argument that had happened between the two of you and it only made him feel even worse by the second. You had done everything in your power to save the relationship but he had pushed you to the side and taken you for granted.

It only led to you spiraling in your depression that he hadn’t had the decency to acknowledge. He was the reason that the entire family was hurting because he was the one that had led you to taking your own life. If he wasn’t such a spineless coward, he would have done the same already, the empty void, the emptiness of you, was the only thing that he could feel as he stared blankly at the wall across from him.

“You need to leave.” Rhys was squatting in front of him but Azriel could barely process what was saying, only noticing the stern and disapproving glare etched on the High Lord’s face. “We’ve got it from here.”

“I can’t just leave her-”

“There is no reason to care now.” Rhysand’s eyes narrowed in on him and it was then that he noticed the tears lining his eyes. “You said the Cauldron was wrong and I guess you were right. You’re free to fuck anyone you want now without repercussions.”

“I only want her! There has to be-”

“She took her own life, Azriel.” Hearing the words out loud had a broken whimper escaping him. “We’ve watched your neglect and your relationship falling apart. We are just as much to blame for not intervening but ultimately, you were the breaking point.”

Azriel had nothing to say to that since he knew it was true. There would be no comfort or reassurance from any of them and he would be left alone to deal with his betrayal on his own. Unable to take the scent of your blood paired with the emptiness of the bond, he did as his brother said and took to the skies.

“You’re lucky that they buried you as fast as they did.”

You glanced at Clarissa, your friend from Winter Court, as the two of you stood on the border that led into Autumn. Rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed while hoping that the brand would stop burning at some point. A part of you truly did want to die but a nagging in your gut told you that it was something that you shouldn’t do. Your faked death would allow you to escape to live in peace where you would no longer have to keep watching your mate love someone else.

“They’re probably glad to be rid of me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes even though they started to fill with tears yet again. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead for real.”

“I hope you managed to make a plan after all of this because if they catch wind-”

“If I have any say in it, they won't. I'm perfectly happy to live in complete solitude at this point.”

They both knew that wandering into Autumn Court territory was a huge gamble but it was the only way to escape. You intended to escape all of the way into the far edges of the human lands so that you wouldn’t be found but the plan had failed just as soon as you crossed the border once Clarissa disappeared. You were instantly surrounded by mounted guards and froze while wondering if you were truly going to die this time. A tsk coming from behind the soldiers sounded before the heir of the Autumn Court strode forward.

“Word is that you’re dead,” Eris started, a mischievous smirk on his face. “But it seems as if that isn’t the case.”

“I would prefer if the information stayed that way.” You eyed the guards behind him. “But I guess you have every right to drag me straight to your father or back to Night Court.”

“They will not say a word about what they have seen,” he assured, turning towards them to look between all of them. “Leave us. You saw nothing.”

The guards nodded and did as told. Once they were out of sight, Eris began walking but stopped when you hadn’t moved. The look on his face told you enough that he was waiting somewhat patiently before you decided to take the chance.

“You leading me to my true death, Vanserra?” you asked in a somewhat mocking tone.

“Now is that any way to speak to the one that is helping you?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“Well, where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere that no one knows about so you can explain what in the hell is going on.”

He chuckled again when you huffed. Your legs were tired and burning but you kept silent until a small cabin deep in the woods came into view. You couldn’t help your curiosity when you stepped inside of the small cottage that felt oddly homely. A fire started in the fireplace with a snap of his fingers as soon as you both crossed the threshold.

“Now, I can easily give you safe harbor here if that is what you need.” He crossed a leg over the other, a picture of true cockiness despite the somewhat gentle expression that he was giving you. “But I would first like an explanation why a member of the Night Court who is allegedly dead is now in mine.”

“That is no longer my court,” you scoffed while you took a seat in a chair across from him.

“Sources vary about your death. Some say it was a fight but a small handful of others say that you killed yourself but here you are. Alive and seemingly well.”

“I’m the furthest thing from ‘well.’”

You sighed when he did nothing but remain quiet, waiting patiently for a detailed explanation. Despite the warnings of being cautious around him, you let everything spill from your lips because you needed to release all of it along with your emotions. By the time that you were done, silent tears were rolling down your face.

The more I think about it now, the less I know

All I know is that you drove us off of the road

“So the shadowsinger is your mate and has been cheating on you for months.” Eris’s eyebrows scrunched as he thought more about it. “And a friend of yours branded you so you wouldn’t be able to die from your own hands and keeping your bond seemingly broken before glamouring it.”

“That’s the jist of it,” you muttered, feeling stupid as you heard the words coming from someone else. “Being a High Fae made it possible for the wound to begin to close and my friend’s spell kept my heart beating while also casting an illusion. So here I am.”

“If the High Lord didn’t tell you, my proposal still stands,” he replied with a smirk.

“I tell you that everyone that was supposed to be my family and kept all of this from me thinks that I’m dead and the second thing that you have to say is a marriage proposal?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Your priorities are astonishing.”

“A male needs a beautiful female at his side when he becomes High Lord.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I also wouldn’t be opposed to making you my High Lady.”

“I’m supposed to be dead, Eris,” you huffed. “Besides, your father had my entire family killed after they helped me escape. He’ll probably remember me.”

“I will not allow him to hurt you,” he replied in a matter of fact tone, shrugging his shoulders in the process. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want. I will supply you with whatever it is that you need in the meantime.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise as he left without another word and you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly was good deep inside.

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in

As promised, he returned every chance that he could with supplies and kept you company for as long as possible. You hadn’t been able to understand how Azriel had been able to fall in love with someone else but by the time you had been with the heir for six months, you had awoken one morning in his arms and realized that you had done the same.

“Are you ever going to accept my proposal?” he asked while running his fingers through your hair while he held you close. “I know I offered you as long as you needed here but after six months, I’m more than eager to have you by my side and show you off.”

“What would your father say?” You held his gaze while realizing that you wanted the same. “Wouldn’t you having a bride-to-be concern him since you are next in line?”

“He won’t have a choice,” he answered matter of factly.

Deciding to take the chance on finding a new happiness, you agreed before getting dressed. You followed Eris, hand in hand while trying to calm your nerves. Beron scared you with his cruelness but your new love did nothing but whisper his reassurances during the entire trip. The current High Lord scowled at you as soon as Eris all but dragged you into the throne room.

“I am here to announce that I have found a bride,” Eris started, watching his father closely.

“That thing?” Beron scoffed once he looked you up and down. “You have become as bad as your brother.”

“She is High Fae,” Eris replied coolly, keeping your hand in his while you forced yourself to keep your head high. “I see no issue.”

“You are not-”

“I am.” Eris continued to watch him with determination and caution. “There will be no changing my mind on the manner.”

“We’ll see.”

No sooner than the words left the High Lord, he was lunging at you with a speed that you couldn’t keep up with. There was a hand around your throat before you were slammed into a pillar behind you. You barely heard Eris yell your name while your windpipe began to collapse. Red clouded your vision and the grip on your throat was released. Gasping for breath with a hand over your heart, you looked down to see Eris’s sword through Beron’s back straight into his heart before you lost consciousness.

All you had to do was stay

Azriel was, surprisingly, allowed to be there for your burial the very next morning and all that he was able to do was cry silently. His heart was shattered and he didn’t know how he was going to live without you by his side. Regret ate at him every second of every day and he locked himself in his old room in the House. He refused to leave, to eat, to do anything except curl up in his bed while wishing you were beside him. Wishing that you were where you were supposed to be. A week went by in his broken stupor before there was finally a knock on his door.

“Hey, Az.” The healer that he had broken his mate for stood in the door, looking up at him hopefully. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“Go. Away,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at her as intimidating as he could. “And stay away from me.”

“But-”

“You can leave willingly or I will throw you off of the balcony myself.”

Her eyes widened in surprise before they filled with tears and she ran away. It didn’t bother him at all that he had made her cry, especially when he realized that he never did love her. His shadows stayed away from him the most that they could but when they were swirling around and covering him in darkness, they screamed at him.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Why? Why?

Your fault.

Miss her.

Love her.

It was the only thing that they whispered to him on repeat as if they wanted him to hurt as badly as he had hurt you. He had half of a mind to force them to strangle him but he knew that they would refuse so that he would suffer, especially since they had warned him constantly. The broken bond was the most disorienting and painful thing that he had ever endured. Everytime he thought about the emptiness, the harder he broke down with sobs, finally understanding why Feyre had fallen apart when Rhys had died.

Cassian forced him by dragging him out of his room roughly at the two week mark, forcing him to eat before telling him that he needed to leave. Nesta watched him with hardened features, looking as if she was ready to begin a verbal assault that he more than deserved. As if she knew, she remained silent because she wanted him to feel bad.

He was only able to manage a few spoonfuls of the food in front of him before his brother was forcing him out of the House and to the river house to where Rhys was waiting. Due to his lack of strength, it was hard to fly but he pushed through it. When he stepped through the door, he was met with the sight of a red eyed and angry Feyre while Rhysand simply watched him with a mix of fury and disappointment.

“I have work for you,” Rhys started, not bothering to take him to the office. “It starts immediately.”

Azriel listened half heartedly, nodding when the High Lord was finished and took to the skies yet again. Within three months, he managed to get injuries with every single mission that he was given. The physical pain was welcome because he had hoped that it would mend his shattered soul but it didn’t. Six months passed in the same way and loss of muscle mass and weight was beginning to affect him greatly. He was summoned to the river house where he was sure that he would be cursed for all that he was worth finally but was surprised to find everyone already in the office. A slight emotion akin to curiosity filled him by the many different expressions on the faces of the Inner Circle.

“It’s about time.” Rhysand looked him up and down with a hint of disgust before addressing the others. “I just received word from Eris that his father is dead.”

“The prick finally made a move?” Cassian asked with a noise that was mixed with a scoff and laugh. “It took him long enough. What happened?”

“A sword through his back into his heart,” Rhysand answered, stopping for a moment to think. “Reports are murky at best but most of them lead to a female being involved.”

“His mother?” Mor suggested.

“No.” Rhys shook his head, seemingly trying to figure it all out himself. “I hear that it wasn’t one that resides in the court.”

“Probably a female that he was interested in and Beron saw it as a threat,” Amren mused.

“Eris isn’t the type to be so protective of a female.”

The room fell silent at Feyre’s suggestion but he wasn’t able to keep focus on it. His shadows were taunting him nonstop, not giving him one moment of rest. There were dark bags under his eyes due to his lack of sleep. He didn’t even care enough about himself to worry while he contemplated his own death. It would be easy enough to get himself killed on a mission and he would finally be able to escape the emptiness and pain.

“That means we’re going to check it out?” Cassian’s question brought him back to the present. “Make sure he isn’t plotting anything?”

“Well, of course,” Rhys replied with a hardened expression. “We leave in an hour.”

All you had to do was stay

@crazylokonugget @piceous21 @hnyclover @cleverzonkwombatsludge @why4anne @fabulouslyflamboyant5

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel angst #a court of thorns and roses

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technaart · 3 years ago

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"You came?" / "You called."

Characters: Diluc, Thoma, Cyno, Genre: Angst/comfort. Modern Au TW: anxiety attack Requests are open:)

It all became too much, the walls closing in on you fast. Air tried to force itself inside your lungs but something kept it from doing it properly, being exhaled just as fast. Falling to your knees, your hand's fumble with the cell phone they held. It remained silent after your little call/hang-up stunt.

Did he not care enough to call back?

Diluc was glad he knew where you kept your spare key hidden, he even surprised himself that he was able to even unlock the door with how much his hands were shaking. The second he stepped foot inside your home, he called out your name.

Hysteric sobs coming from the kitchen reached his ears, Diluc didn't waste any time moving to your side. The sight of you breaking down squeezed at his heart painfully.

He calls your name softly while reaching out with cautious hands. He didn't want to set you off more and make things worse for you. "Hey, I'm here. It's okay, I'm here."

You can barely register your body being forced to move until the warmth of another body is pressed against your own. Their chest moving in such a calming manner that has you envious. The voice in your ear was gentle and comforting, and so was the hand that rubbed soothing circles on your back.

His words kept being whispered into your ear, assuring you that you weren't alone, least of all dreaming this. Diluc was really there. Without you begging him, or even saying a word, he was there with you, and that only seemed to make you cry harder.

Diluc kept you close to his chest, relief washing over him as you slowly start to match his breathing until there were only little hiccups leaving you. The tears now dried on your cheeks. "That's my girl."

You looked up at him, reminding Diluc of a puppy. An expression of disbelief shows in your eyes as if you were unable to believe that he was there, with you. Now, he couldn't have you thinking like that. Diluc stood up with you still clutched into his arms.

He took care of you. Comforting, assuring you that he'd be there no matter the situation, just holding you close to him throughout the night as you finally slept.

Thoma felt like his mind was running faster than him, demanding he do this and that in order to get to you, to help you. The absolute panic he felt when he answered your call only to hear you cry before the line went dead - Thoma wasn't sure he even locked up before he rushed out. You were the only thing on his mind and he had to hurry.

The door is surprisingly unlocked when he reached your home, only causing him more dread with the idea that something bad happened to you. He was going to walk into some disastrous scene that he wouldn't ever forget. Before he can call out your name, a heavy thump sounded from down the hall. The bathroom.

Calling out your name, Thoma rushed down, freezing in place when he came upon you curled up on the bathroom floor. You were hugging yourself, hair strands plastered onto your face from the tears you continue to shed. It looked like you were struggling to breathe like you were gravely injured.

You were, just not physically.

"Oh, y/n," he whispered, laying next to you, arms moving around and pulling you into his chest. "I've got you, I'll always be here for you, okay? I promise."

And he meant that with every fiber of his being. You meant the world to him. You were his world. Thoma made sure you knew that as he took care of you that night, doing his best to diminish every last doubt you had about your relationship.

He loved you, and that wouldn't ever change.

Cyno stared down at his phone, mind processing just what happened. You had called him, but just as he answered you hung up. Did you change your mind or was it an accidental dial? He wanted to believe it was one of these reasons, but a bad feeling formed in the pit of his stomach.

Something was wrong.

He hurried over to your home, using the key you had given him to enter. It looked as if you weren't home, the lights were off and the place was as clean as the time you left it this morning. Alarm bells went off inside his head, voice calling out your name and hoping for a cheerful response. For your to jump out and attempt another try at scaring him.

He'd act like he was, just to see that beautiful smile you were sure to give him once it happened. At the moment, he didn't need to act scared as the sound of your cry filled his ears. Cyno takes two steps at a time while rushing up the stairs toward your bedroom where the sounds became louder.

There you were, sitting on the floor with your face on your knees and back against your bed. Abandoned next to you was your phone, still open and lit up on the last thing you were looking at. As he got closer, the image on the screen became clearer.

Text messages from a friend of yours showed all cruel words towards you. Anger burned hot through him, but Cyno had no time to act on it as he moved to your side, immediately taking you into his arms. You're moved onto his lap, being cradled like a baby.

You were his baby.

There was no need for comforting words, his actions and presence were enough to calm you down. His scent overtakes your senses and you soon realize that he was there, with you. Not with your lying ex-friend.

He was with you.

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