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jienem · 1 year ago

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Heyyy Im glad I had come across your blog back then and so far I've been loving all your stories and uhhh if by any chance can I request something? Can you make a Malleus x Reader? Wait let me get into detail about this request

Could you do A fic on whereas Malleus and Yuu as like Gabriel and Emilie Agreste from Miraculous ladybug? (Sorry if this is weird) Like Yuu went on a coma due to attempt assassination after she gave birth to their child because the nobles refuse to accept that the heir is half human and after that Malleus drastically change to the point he wasn't that much present to their child's life, leaving the said child to be in Lilia , Silver and Sebek's care while he (Malleus) busied himself to find the cure to wake Yuu up from her slumber.

Pls if you ever decided to do this make it a happy ending! Where Yuu wakes up and their family is whole again🤗❣️

Omg thank you for requesting, it was actually amusing when malleus would be playing as gabriel though. So about your request, I would like to change some of the detail like Malleus child. Plus I want Malleus not technically out from his child's life and soo I hope this request makes you smile! Brace yourself for the long fanfic.

The king roared in anger. The stone walls of the castle rumbled under his hold. The air grew colder as the nobles continued their plea to their king. On the throne, Malleus sat with his slitted eyes glowing coldly. He gripped his staff with strength, and his aura was growing more intense.

Silence befell the nobles before one of them could no longer handle it and begged for forgiveness.

"Please forgive me, my King!"

The others followed suit, but the king wordlessly stared down below his feet. Lilia watches the scene unfold before offering an alternative punishment, which the king refuses.

Malleus stood up from his throne, his heels clanging into the pavement as he made his way towards the frightened nobles. Malleus lifted his staff, whispering the spells under his breath. He pointed in their direction, the tip of the staff slowly beginning to light up. Amidst his fury, warm memories soon drifted into his mind. Yuu's smile and laughter filled his ears. Malleus lowered his hold, and his eyes softened.

The nobles slowly rejoiced in their king's benevolence; they lifted their heads towards their king only to see him lift his staff once again devoid of emotions.

"If you think I will let you all be, all of you are mistaken. You have taken my Queen's grasp from my hand. In my honor, I shall bestow you a gift for the rest of your life." Malleus staff started to glow. "Fret not; your heirs will not inherit the gift I have bestowed upon you."

The nobles grasped their chests in pain the moment the king's magic struck them at once. The castle walls were filled with screams as they whimpered in pain. The king merely stared at them, unfazed, before leaving them behind. His footsteps clang on the ground as he moves hastily. Lilia, who stayed behind, dismissed them on his behalf.

The grieving king stood by his beloved's side. The moonlight illuminating the figure laying on a casket, Yuu's skin was still fresh, and her chest slowly rose and fell as if she were just asleep. Malleus watches Yuu with a forlorn smile. He held her hand, caressing it until he held it between his lips. He closed his eyes as wet tears gently fell on his face.

"My beloved Yuu, what shall I do in order for you to wake up by my side?" he softly whispers.

The room was silent for a while. Malleus gaze never left her side, even if the door creaked behind him. A small light shone behind the door as another figure entered the scene. Malleus paid no attention to the third party as they silently made their way behind him. They patted his shoulder, comforting him, and instantly Malleus knew who was behind.

Lilia's face held a sympathy expression as he continued to pat Malleus shoulder, and silence continued once more. Malleus dropped Yuu's hand back into her chest, still gazing at her. His voice called for Lilia.

"Lilia, may I request that you take care of my child until his mother recovers?"

"Pardon?" Lilia was baffled, not by the latter but by the king's last words."

"My child needs their mother; without her, we have nothing." Malleus continued. Lilia shook his head as he moved to his side.

"No your child needs you as much as his mother. Malleus, Yuu would want you to spend time with your child, with or without her." he reasoned, but Malleus paid no heed to his words. He finally lifted his head towards Lilia who took notice that the king's eyes no longer held a light between them.

"Not today Lilia, please leave us."

Lilia fell silent. He bowed to both his majesties, floating towards the door until he glanced behind him.

"My king, if you need us, you know where to find us."

He assures the king but his sole focus remains on the sleeping figure while the sky grows dim.

~~~

Lilia held the baby in his arms, marveling at how delicate the baby was. He reminisced about the old times when the two of his children were as young as the little one. He coed as they cried before he heard a knock from the door announcing an arrival.

Silver opened the door, followed by Sebek as they went inside. Silver and Sebek's stares were enough to pinpoint what they wanted to know. Lilia smiled sadly, watching as their expression changed similarly to his own.

"It seems we will be the ones raising this child for a while." They all knew his words were half the truth. Silver turned his gaze toward the child, holding their hands like they were made of glass.

"Father, I would like to help you." He declared. Lilia smiled, grateful for his son before the two looked at Sebek with anticipation in their eyes. Sebek frowned at their attention, also turning his head to the baby while his eyes softened as they slept.

"To their majesties child and a fellow half-human."

They chuckled at his words before Lilia lifted the baby up in the air. "May you grow into a strong person just as your mother wants it."

~~~

Years have gone by, and the baby has grown into a boy. They all took turns raising him. Raising him both in fae and human culture and simply giving his childhood to one considered normal They of course let him know who his parents were, and Lilia had to excuse his father's disappearance in his early childhood. The boy took this lightly and simply assumed his father was merely busy because he had to manage the whole kingdom.

On an evening day, while playing with Lilia. The boy stumbled upon a cloaked, horned figure staring at a statue in the garden. The boy curious as to who's statue he was looking at, peak his head in that direction, and a smile graced his face. His eyes knew no fear as his short legs carried him towards the figure. He tugged on his cloak, earning the unknown man's attention from above. The man lowered his head as he stared at the boy's big doe-eyes.

The boy noticed the similar horns on the stranger's head. He greeted him with glee and asked for his name. The man simply said to call him whatever he wished. The boy narrowed his nose in focus, huffing his cheeks. The man's eyes widened for a fraction before he continued to gaze at him. He was reminded of someone he really knew.

The boy's eyes lightened, and he gleefully exclaimed, "Father! You remind me of my father, Grandpa Lilia mentioned!"

The man lowered his upper body, and the air shifted to a colder temperature. The boy's expression stayed unawavering, while The man who now noticed the small horns resting on his head, froze at the sight.

The boy was about to question him when another figure joined them. Lilia stood there with wide eyes as he recognized Malleus form. He urges the boy into Silver and Sebek's care while he stays behind.

He turned to Malleus, who watched the young boy disappear with familiarity.

"How does it feel to see your child grow into a boy?"

"I pity him. His mother wasn't by his side."

Lilia couldn't help but scrutinize Malleus words. "May I remind you that you needed to be in your son's life? Yuu wouldn't want to see you still grieving and leaving your child in the process."

"I did not leave him! He needed his mother in his life. Please, watch him. I will cure his mother as soon as possible."

Lilia knew Malleus wouldn't visit his son for a very long time. But he knew that if he didn't do anything, the father-son relationship would strain.

"Malleus, I know you are busy, but please try visiting your son every once in a while." He gave the advice one last time before following the trio to the garden, leaving Malleus behind.

"Our son, Adrius..."

~~~

Malleus gaze rested on the sunrise outside his castle. His eyes held a strange emotion as Lilia reported to his king. He noticed how distant he was and asked his king.

"My king if you don't mind, what troubles you?"

Malleus broke out of his revery and turned his head towards Lilia. He studied Lilia for quite some time before sighing. "Nothing too concerning."

"It is concerning if you look so thoughtful, Malleus." Lilia smiled and shook his head. "Was it about your son?"

"I suppose I was." Malleus admitted.

Lilia almost falls forward in surprise. He collected himself and coughed fakely. He peered into Malleus eye before bowing. "Your majesty, if I may, may I ask you to join your son's dinner this afternoon?"

Malleus for one, looks more thoughtful for the suggestion than earlier. He slowly tilted his head, and that was enough for Lilia.

"I will." He replied. Lilia bowed once more and turned his back to Malleus with a grin on his face.

Lilia barged into the young boy's room, surprising the boy as he fell back from the floor holding a book in hand.

"Gr-grandpa?!"

"Adrius! Get ready, dear! Your father will be joining you for dinner!" Lilia lifted the boy and grasped his hands, jumping up and down. Adrius eyes widened, and his face lifted in joy. He joined Lilia's enthusiasm, squealing. Silver and Sebek burst into the room with swords in hand.

"What's wrong?!" Silver yelled before silence befell the two. They watched his father and Adrius jumping in excitement before turning their heads in their direction.

"Malleus would be joining Adrius for dinner! Silver! Sebek! Please prepare the casket; I'm dying in happiness!"

"C-Calm down father, you are not dying yet."

~~~

"Tell me how are you?" Malleus asked his son after they sat down and ate. It was silent, neither of them knew what to say until Malleus went first.

"Oh um, I'm doing great, grandpa Lilia, uncle Silver, and Sebek teach me how to use a sword, and I'm learning the piano!" Adrius gleefully exclaimed. Malleus let out a small smile and nodded. "You did well."

~~~

Footsteps clanged on the ground as they made their way towards the throne room. A boy of fifteen years of age bowed on the ground as they greeted the king.

"Your majesty, I have come bearing good news."

Malleus smiled and stood up from his throne. He made his way toward his son and patted his shoulder. The boy lifted his gaze and stood up with gratitude in his eyes.

"No need to be formal, Adrius. Let's hear it on the way towards the garden, shall we?"

Adrius nodded his head, and the pair left behind the throne.

~~~

"Huff* Huff* We should take a few minutes break." Silver command.

Adrius waited before the others left; Silver noticed him and motioned for him to come. Adrius went to his side with questions in his eyes.

"What was mother like to father?"

Silver turned to face him, watching how Adrius eyes seemed a little distant. "Just like we have mentioned before, she was brave and hardworking-"

Silver paused, realizing he was mentioning her characteristics, before continuing, "She was his everything. She was the one who approached Malleus when no one would."

"Malleus loved her dearly from the moment they met. Yuu was his Queen. The lady was a kind person and a trickster like you." Lilia piped in and ruffled Adrius hair.

"He was lost without her." Lilia pinches his cheek as Silver stands by from the side, nodding in agreement.

"But now he has you."

~~~

"Your mother lay in this casket for years. She collapsed on the day you were born." Malleus softly said. His son, Adrius, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and hurt.

"So, she got into a coma because of me?" He questioned. Malleus shook his head as he patted his shoulder.

"No, she collapsed because of an attempted assassination. She gave birth to you earlier that day. Her body hadn't had a chance to rest when the nobles planned their assassination. And they almost succeeded.""

Malleus voice began to whisper, "I failed. I was not on her side when they slipped inside and attacked the Queen. I have failed us." His hand fell to his side, and he turned away from his son. He moved towards where his beloved was.

"She would be so proud of you. She would still be here, watching you grow up, but she didn't because of my mistake."

Adrius moved towards his side and held his hand. Mallus turned to his son, who held a smile despite everything he had said. "She wouldn't blame you, she loves you, and I too."

"I don't blame you, father."

Malleus eyes softened. His son didn't notice a teardrop rolling down on his father's cheek as he smiled at his mother with sincerity in his eyes. Adrius was content. Malleus watched his son with a soft smile.

"Thank you, my son."

~~~

Malleus held his beloved's hands once more. He told his beloved about their son, who was sixteen years of age. He recounts the day they spent together, proud of his son who was growing into a handsome boy. After a while, Malleus sadly has to leave for his duties.

"I would come back my Love." He promised. Holding her hand one last time with magic swirling around them.

Malleus closed the door behind him and left. Unbeknownst to them, Adrius also visits his mother each day. Miraculously, the two of them hadn't passed each other. Adrius sat on a chair beside the casket with happiness in his face.

"Mother, I have never been happier to spend time with father. He was attentive for more than a year in my life." He paused. "Though he still had a faint sadness in his eyes, He was starting to change for the better." He holds her hand, his palm starting to glow.

"We miss you."

~~~

"Tsunotaro? Lilia? Silver? Sebek?" A voice called out from the shadows, their white gown slowly emerging. The five of them turned towards the voice with alarm in their eyes. Adrius squints his eyes before his expression changes. Malleus fled down from the throne and made his way towards the figure. The figure gasped in surprise as Malleus held them in his arms. Lilia and Silver smiled while Sebek sobbed for his majesties. Adrius slowly walked towards his parents and joined their hug. Yuu's eyes turned to Adrius, and her hand caressed his hair. Her eyes glistened, and tears started to fall from her face. Malleus held them both as he quietly cried.

"Welcome back my love."

~~~

"You did what?!" Yuu's scream echoed around the garden as Malleus lowered his head, ashamed.

"It is what you have heard, my Love." Malleus admitted.

Yuu couldn't help but slap him across the face. The four bystanders gasped in shock. They silently walk away from the couple, leaving them behind.

"Malleus, how could you? You left our child! Do you know how hard it was to be alone without the love of your parents?!"

"Lilia, Silver, and Sebek help him grow love-"

"Yes they did because you left our child in their care without you by his side! a living parent!"

The four sat down outside the cabin and enjoyed the quietness until Adrius turned to look at Sebek with worry in his eyes. "How long do we have to wait for them?"

Sebek gave a knowing look in his eyes and nodded at something. "Soon, and we should leave them be."

"Very much so, we don't want an angry dragon coming into our way." They had an amused look in their eyes while Adrius dreaded what was coming next.

So if all of you are confused, I don't want Malleus to be cold towards his son, he maybe distant but that doesn't mean he care. Movie Gabriel agreste did better than series Gabriel. @worldussysblog Thank you for making a request and I hope you are safe from where you are~

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leomoon65 · 1 year ago

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Dina doms you (TLOU2)

Summary: Dina is your girlfriend and you two are having sex, pretty simple lol. This is written for AFAB reader. Dina is older than you but you are both of age and while it seems it is written more “aggressively” it is consensual. 18+

A/N: I want to say thank you to everyone who has engaged in my long… but first fic, I thought I’d write a shorter fic, more of a one-shot per se but I’m not an expert on this. Read my pinned post for any suggestions you may have for fic ideas and a general warning. (:

Warning: smut, rough s*x, strap, minor choking, teasing, edging, slight praising, degradation, mommy kink, impact play.

“MMM come on, Dina, please stop teasing me.” you plea with your legs spread on her bed. Dina’s eight inch clear strap is lazily pressed against your cunt. “aww, does the slut want more?” Dina says as she grabs her strap and rubs the tip against you as you squirm around. “oh fuck Di… OW” you whine as you are smacked lightly by the dark brown-haired girl. “it’s mommy from now on, you understand?” Dina says in an aggressive tone grabbing your chin with her hand to look at her. “mm-- mhm. yes mommy”. you say with automatic submission. god, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks but were too nervous to ask. you are distracted with your thought when Dina aggressively rubs her strap through your cunt. “nice and soaking, that’s how I like my little slut” she coos at you as she rubs more. “p-please, Dina, can you put it in? I’ve been such a good slut for you,” you beg, forgetting Dina’s request and causing her to grow more annoyed with your voice. she starts to mock you “pLeAse DiNA cAn yoU— what a whiny slut you are, now shut up and take mommy” She grabs her strap putting it in halfway. “OHHHH FUCK” you scream as you are not used to Dina’s aggressiveness or size. “t—tooo much too much mommy, pls pull out" you whine, secretly loving it and wanting to test Dina’s patience. She smacks your tits semi-hard but not enough to hurt you. “i told you to shut up you brat” she barks as she starts slowly fucking into you. “god I have never been with a slut this tight before,” Dina says as she slightly chuckles. You finally get used to her size as she speeds up into you, making the bed creak each and every time. “mommy— can you please be gentle?” you say innocently wanting to test her patience again. Dina grows annoyed once again as she grabs your pre-soaked panties and shoves them in your mouth. “now, maybe you’ll listen,” Dina says as she thrusts herself all the way in. “MMMMMMM FUCK” you mumble in pleasure as your pussy is stretched out by her each thrust. you absolutely love the feeling of her in you and making you feel so good. While fully in you, Dina comes up and wraps her hand around your neck softly choking you. “yes, baby, you’re doing so well taking mommy like the slut you are” she coos as she sees her strap fill your stummy each and every time. remember to make a huge mess if you want to make mommy happy. she says, looking you sternly but lovingly in the eye.

Dina thrusts into you more as you moan and whimper with each thrust. “i can’t believe it only took me flirting with you for two months for you to let me fuck you, you know how much of a slut you have to be for that?” Dina teases your past experiences with the older girl. “mmm shut up” you mumble. “do I hear you being a brat again?” Dina says taking your panties out of your mouth and grabbing your jaw aggressively, letting it go to smack you again. “OW, i-im sorry mommy” you say as all the tension and pleasure of Dina’s strap is building up for you. She goes to rub your clit as she can feel you’re close. “you know mommy hates punishing you, but you’re such a brat,” she says as you squirm more than ever feeling the need to cum. “ m- mommmmy can I please cum?” you beg as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach when you and Dina have your fun. “no, no, baby, not yet, mommy loves watching you struggle for pleasure, it gets me off more.” she says smirking. annoyed again, you whine and plea to the older woman so she stops edging you. Dina pulls out, which to you whine, confused of her intentions. she rubs the tip of the strap on your clit which sends you into a state of pleasure and intense tingles. “pl-please please mommy let me cum” you whine as she teases your sensitive clit, you continue to squirm and start to whimper. Dina looks down at you struggling not to cum and smiles in satisfaction. “what a good slut you are for me,” she says she puts herself back in and rubs your clit with her fingers. “why don’t you cum on mommy’s strap my pretty little slut” She rubs more as she senses your orgasm. “O-OHHHHH FUCK” you scream/moan as the knot finally releases in your stomach, cumming all over Dina’s strap. your eyes roll back and your back arches feeling the best orgasm of your life. “good slut” Dina says as she now switches to cooing you. “mommy is so proud of you”. she kisses your stomach as you come down from your high.

seeing you dazed but satisfied, Dina pulls out for you to whimper one last time. “hey i can’t stay in you forever” she giggles softly as all that dominance goes away turning into a more nurturing tone. She rolls over, giving you a kiss as she sees how sweaty you’ve gotten. “here stay here” she runs to the bathroom, taking her strap off as she grabs some washclothes. she wets one for your head and comes back with the other. you lay in bed thinking about how good Dina has made you feel as she comes back. she pats the sweat dripples dry as she knows you are both to tired for a shower. “you did so good for me baby” she coos as she looks at you in the eyes. moments later, she moves down to your lower half, wiping all the cum off you and your cunt. she comes back to bed opens the covers, and slips to cuddle. “did you enjoy tonight baby?” she asks wanting to make sure she didn’t step over any boundary. “you did amazing, mommy” you giggle as you draw her into a kiss. Dina smiles, kissing you back, which leads to y'all making out. “now, why don’t i show you what I can do for you,” you said getting on top of her. “man we are never going to sleep with your drive,” Dina giggles as you bite her lower lip…

a/n: another thing i wrote at 4am anyways pt 2? :)

-c

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years ago

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Walla....kn1ves....genius big brain yandere writer....i just (re)found your Yves work (im sure you saw me freak out in the tags lmao) if you have the time/energy/inspo pls i beg you for a speck, a crumb, a droplette, ANYTHING of my baby Yves x fem!reader. I'm not sure how specific is too specific but I have a truckload of daydreams and prompts for this man dc im down BAD BAD for the way you write him. I'm not sure if this is too specific of a request but can it be yves holding himself back constantly because he wants to *romance* the reader but its so obvious he's itching for more until one day he finally snaps and takes her (specifically him giving her his virginity and whoops maybe going crazy when he finds out she isnt one)? I'm just obsessed with his characterization and want to see him in a ton of situations and feeling/reacting to different things. The stern dom undertones his whole vibe has disguised by a friendly foreign guide 🥵 The drabble of him was sooooo good and such a tease of his personality, it's so enticing hahaha. If that prompt is no good or doesn't inspire you then anything else is fine and ofc if you have no inspiration for Yves at all then that's a-okay too!!! Thank you sooooo much for thinking up that beautiful man and sharing him with us!!! Hope you enjoy your holidays💞💞💞

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry I took so long in answering 😭😭 I was gonna write like a whole piece but my time has been cut dramatically, so please accept this poor little piece!! I was honestly so overjoyed at seeing your tags, it makes me so happy to see people's reactions to my stuff ┗( T﹏T )┛I wish I could have more time to write for this because I love the concept, I'm a huge fan of the "mysterious foreign guide who's just a little too friendly" kind of trope. Thank you so much for your support anon and I hope you enjoy this!! OG piece here for any of you nerds!

TW: Kidnapping, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation

It wasn’t hard to notice Yve’s shift in behavior. Well, this shift out of many. When you first met him, he gave off a kind, well-meaning but nervous vibe. He did his best to show you around, to make you comfortable and converse with you in english to the best of his knowledge. That kind persona shifted into something more… desperate; obsessive, once he brought you back to his apartment. He was still kind, still well-meaning and observant to your needs. He apologized profusely when you got upset from how he kept you from leaving, promising that you weren’t missing anything important in class and that he could show you real culture instead! What could you learn from a textbook that would be better than seeing the country itself?

But time and time again, Yves made excuses to keep you inside, to make you stay by his side whether through photoshoots or studying, with him as your “teacher”. You had to learn the basics before taking such a “big” step out into his country, right? Unfortunately for you, Yve’s only taught information on the most trivial subjects. From words like “textbook” to “glass”, you were able to make meaningless sentences that wouldn’t serve you well in conversing with native speakers outside of Yve’s little apartment. Sure, it might help you occasionally, but it got you no where closer to understanding Yve’s rushed mumbling and incoherent rambling.

With your sudden move to his apartment and his new change in conduct, Yves had slowly become less generous. He didn’t make as much of an effort to talk in english anymore, and made far less points to explain himself. You couldn’t tell what caused this new change-- a change that you were soon starting to accept as Yves showing his true colors. The man was still attentive to your needs, still caring and kind-- but the posessiveness that had slipped out almost entirely seemed to be taking hold. And while you’d think that a growing obsession would make it more beneficial to you-- it in fact, made your difficulty increase tenfold. Yves began to direct you on what you should wear, when you should eat, what you should do for the day.

Not only that, but his attentiveness to…more intimate needs were far more prevalent as well. Whether it was bathing, or the need that pulsed between your legs, Yve’s was there to try and take care of it. You pushed him away multiple times, awkwardly trying to tell him that you were fine-- but it never seemed to stick. He always just looked at you with a tilted, confused expression, muttering in his native tongue as if he didn’t understand. So when the foreign guide began to sleep next to you instead of the cot on the floor, and began to press his morning erection agaist your backside sleepily, you knew your protests weren’t having any effect.

You would have walked right out of that teensy apartment the moment you felt he didn’t listen-- if you weren’t so afraid. If you weren’t afraid of the loaded handgun in his locked nightstand drawer, or how easily he could destroy your life at your new university-- which he mentioned offhand multiple times in a casual manner-- you would have walked out. The power he held against you, a foreign student with failing grades and no money, was too much for you to ignore. So, you decided to bide you time. It was only a matter of weeks until he got bored with you, you decided. But his new actions didn’t seem to prove that.

In fact, the lustful, mischievous look he gave you that evening was the complete opposite. His scrawny frame jumped atop yours, hooking his hands behind your neck and leaning in to try and kiss you. He had planned an unusually fancy dinner, lighting candles you had never seen in his apartment before and bringing a bottle of wine with some italian takeout. You tried to question him about the mound of pillows and blankets on his balcony, the sudden romantic lighting, but the male only gave you a broad statement on how it was a “celebration” of sorts.

Yves’ sudden prowling mood after dinner wasn’t a complete shock-- considering you felt his eyes on you the entire evening-- but it still caught you a tad off guard. You tried to reject him, to push him away after each kiss, but it was done with such little effort and such great fear that you stayed silent once he muttered in an annoyed tone in his own language. Yves took your silence as a surrender, friskily lowering his hand under your shirt to caress your abdomen. He rambled against your flesh in half-english as he kissed you up and down, not afraid to let out vocal little noises of pleasure, or grunts of satisfaction ones he heard your breath hitch or a hum of desire come from your lips.

But it wasn’t until he uttered a sentence with a familiar word, did you actually reply to him. You recognized the term from messing around with your friends, when you jokingly learned dirty words from your textbooks and the internet to use when you finally entered the country. You never expected to actually utilize them unless you went to a club or bar and happened to meet someone. One of those words, was ‘virgin.’ A more tame term compared to the bunch you had memorized, but one that you and your friends had idiotically decided to research. Though, it seemed your stupid endeavors had paid off.

As Yves repeated himself, you began to understand the sentence a bit more. The man was seeming to imply… you were a virgin? Something about you both no longer virgin-ing? Maybe he was saying that he was going to ‘virgin’ you? You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say, only mustering up the courage to poorly explain your sexual status to him, first in english and then in a broken version of his language. You tried to repeat yourself, thinking you might have said your statement wrong-- but Yve’s shocked expression and sudden lack of kisses seemed to prove you wrong.

“You have…. Sex?” Yve put a hand to his mouth, eyes begging you to respond.

“Uh….yes?” You said with an awkward expression; you hoped he was asking what you thought.

Yve’s let out a choked gasp, looking as if you had crushed his heart in your palm.

He looked down, voice cracking as he mumbled something incoherent, and likely not understandable to you in the first place.

“I….I i’m sorry?” You tried to apologize, seeing how shaken Yves had become at finding out you weren’t as inexperienced as he. Despite his eagerness, you could tell he was new to trying to initiate something you had already grown long accustomed to, new to being so intimate. It was actually in part of his eagerness that you realized he wasn’t of the same sexual history. He was full of anticipation and desire, throwing caution and logic to the wind to fulfill what he had read in books and seen in films.

Yves seemed to treasure the act of losing ones virginity far more than you had-- but you had only noticed it now. The candlelit dinner, the mood-fitting music-- your first experience was nowhere near as romantic.

Yves seemed shaken, his low, almost sob-filled words growing heavier. He grew more aggressive, seeming to realize something now that he had processed this unexpected news. He had assumed you were just as much of an amateur as him-- that he’d be the one to “deflower” you in an act of passionate romance-- a bubble fantasy that had just been popped. But the male realized-- if he couldn’t have his desired outcome, he’d have to make due with what he had. Which was to make sure you’d fall to your knees, experiencing the best night of ‘passion’ that would make you never want to crawl to another man again.

He was going to claim you-- to make it so those nights you spent with others never counted.

You could only understand a fifth of what Yves breathily moaned into your mouth, once again jumping your bones though this time much more roughly. Before you could say anything further you had felt his quick hands unbutton your pants, his own thrown to the floor. He didn’t listen as you begged him to atleast let you move to the bed, where you would no longer be visible to prying eyes on the balcony. But he didn’t care-- Yves had already taken off his shirt, intent on ripping yours away too. He didn’t care anymore if this wasn’t going to be special for the reason he expected-- he was going to make sure you would be left with a night you wouldn’t forget.

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dragcnbreak · 1 year ago

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more autistic little mike……. please im begging.. Begging..

ANONNNN why are you me. autistic and little mike are such important headcanons to me so here are some thoughts on how his autism would interact with his littlespace >< also this isn’t really an x reader. there’s no mention of the reader at all. just pls let me be autistic about mike ok

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• his depression has caused him to fall out of love with a lot of his hyperfixations and special interests so being little feels like the only time he can really indulge in them

• with the help of people on here, i landed on some special interest headcanons!!! i think he really liked legos and airplanes when he was younger so that translates over to his littlespace

• vanessa finds the airplane that garrett had when he went missing and gives it to mike. he cries for a while every time he sees it but he grows used to having it around and plays with it when he’s little

• he also gave up his legos to abby when he thought he aged them out. but she does eventually figures out about his age regression and sneaks the box of them into his room one day

• along with his airplane and legos, he also draws and watches cartoons. he draws so many planes and could definitely specifically name the ones he draws. he read a book when he was young and just never forgot them

• I FORGOT ABOUT DREAMS. dreams are definitely one of his special interests and that translates over to littlespace too. he’ll always draw scenes from his dreams right after waking up from one. he thinks they’re super cool (or sometimes really scary) and he just has a huge collection of his dream art

• also like i said in my first little!mike post, i think he allows himself to stim more when he’s little. he represses it as much as he can when he’s working or with other people but when he feels safe enough to be little, he feels safe enough to stim too

• his stims are more tactile than anything; his hands always have to be doing or touching something. he flaps them when he’s excited or just doing something stimulating in of itself.

• he also rocks a lot, either on his feet or just his entire body. and this is a stim that helps him feel better when he’s having a meltdown or breakdown too

• speaking of meltdowns, they don’t happen too often because he Hates feeling weak. but they do occur when he’s little more often than not.

• (self harm mention and description here) it’s not like the happiest headcanon but I think he punches himself and bangs his head against walls when he’s having a meltdown. it’s sort of a stim but also self harm because he feels like he deserves it

• he doesn’t regress to too young, maybe around 10, so he knows what he’s feeling and he’s aware of why he’s feeling it so he’s just not always a happy little. but that’s okay

• he doesn’t have a lot of sensory issues tbh? when too many things are happening at once, he can feel overstimulated but it’s not often. he prefers the dark but doesn’t mind brightness. he doesn’t mind something that’s loud but he does get scared by a loud noise easily, but he can handle things like concerts. he’s kind of a picky eater and does get autistic about certain food (like having a comfort food or eating something once every day)

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this kinda turned into me rambling about autistic mike sorry HAHHAHA I told y’all he was important to me. Anyway. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 I have a lot of requests that might take me a bit to get around to but they’re still open and always welcome

#mine #text #asks #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #headcanons #autistic mike schmidt #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's #my hcs

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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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THE NEWEST PART OF METHOD ACTING WAS SO GOOD YET IT IS SO BITTER SWEET TO ME😭😭😭😭 literally went from “omg y/n finally at peace” to “NOEOEHEIWEHIWWHJWWHWJB” at the ending….

putting that aside ur writing is geninuely so immersive and authentic and just aighwhwjwgsjsshjs u just get it

what im really curious about is eren’s pov during the time period between the rep comeback and the lucky ones interview because i have no idea what is going awn in that mind of his😀 i dont have a single clue on how we gon even get an eren redemption arc or a happy ending from this 😭😭😭

HELLO HELLO MY SWEET ANON! first and foremost - replying to you but also everyone who has sent me such kind, kind (and aggressive) words about the last chapter. I feel bad filling everyones feed with each individual ask (which idk why i feel bad this is my blog but I do I don't want to annoy my moots or my followers) so im gonna address MOST questions ive had with your ask <3 pls don't think I don't see and love + appreciate your words each and every individual person, bc they make me more and more motivated/excited to write

that being said, thank you SO SO MUCH for saying my work is immersive and authentic. this is such a harder write compared to roommates because rather than it being like roommates (which was literally just like fluff no plot romance) I feel like im trying really hard to pour more than JUST romance into this - fame/people pleasing, drugs/addition, female friendships, toxic men/workplaces/dynamics, etc. - and the fact that it's getting across and hitting for you and others makes my heart so so warm. I know it's a silly little fanfiction but it means a lot that people can feel the feels with me - triumphant when y/n gets to assert her boundary, heartbroken when marco dies, forgiving of eren.

especially on my lacy, oh lacy chapter - I was really feeling the depths of comparing myself to other girls and feeling so, like OBSESSED with this one girl who I just think is better that me that it fills me with resentment for her/me/how my brain works. I wrote it into that chapter because it was what i was feeling expecting people to hate on historia/her entire relationship with y/n and I almost cried when every single person was so like....loving of her, of their relationship and never once questioned why she felt that way. like wow, real. art is soothing sometimes. (I am not calling my fic about a 2d man art but you get what im trying to say)

that being said. I got fifty asks begging me to clarify/and or make a happy ending. GUYS I AM STILL THE GIRL WHO WROTE ROOMMATES I PROMISE YOU'RE GETTING A SWEET FLUFFY ENDING THEY ARE ENDING UP TOGETHER THEY ARE SOULMATES THEY ARE FISH TOGETHER.

on the topic of eren and his thought process - I thought hard of whether I wanted to make this a dual pov - more like roommates and decided against it. eren purposely (and sometimes with reason) withholds information from y/n. I have to emulate that for you as readers, but I promise that eren will tell his shit when he tells his shit. and not JUST in the period between reputation and the lucky ones, but all the way back at the start. we're talking met gala, we're talking their breakup, we're talking the reputation songs, the fights they had, and EVEN the interview. all in good time. baby boy is about to tell his truth. y/n makes dumb mistakes but so does he!!!

I hope that clarifies everyones questions and soothes your brains for now!

(and yes. y/n will still be in season four. im not a nutjob.)

#asks!#method acting

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allylikethecat · 6 months ago

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it is friday (no it isnt actually but shhh) and i'm back in your ask box to scream about my horse boys once again, the best part of my days x also a warning literally none of this is in order (sorry 😞👎) or have any kind of Good punctuation so i will just be yelling at random and hoping to god it makes sense

OK SO. the partial regret from george when hes on the plane STOP IT im gonna die like. the impulsivity of buying a ticket On The Day and just doing it. he is IN LOVE and i am begging on my hands and knees for them to have a happy ending 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ stop omg no the passport lady NO im gonna die he is so proud of his boyfriend and he loves him so much and i am Going to die. ALSO THIS SKSKKDKSMSJSJJS

God, he thought, he couldn’t wait to touch Matty again, to trace his tattoos and show him just how much he had missed him, how much he cared about him.

DONT TALK TO ME IM GONNA DIE. ALLY PLEEEAAASE LET HIM SHOW HIM HOW MUCH HE CARES PLEPSLSPLSL DONT MAKE MATTY LASH OUT actually no do what you want itll be a masterpiece either way. but pls let them be happy i'll pay u with a horse shaped cake of ur favourite flavour pslpslpslsllspspps. also george being so bitchy about the old lady bumping into him LMFAO this guy he's so in love that it's circled back around into Rage

He wasn’t going to leave Dirty Hit early or at all. He was going to come back home at the end of the summer and all was going to be perfect.

ally...... miss angst queen...... miss sad queen...... if u make this be a lie i WILL be dying..... pls no omg im literally obsessed like YES it IS going to be perfect!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY. i think. possibly. that that is it. id write 202993199274 words about every letter of every chapter, though, so maaaaybe not, but i'll stop here to free you from my unpunctuated screaming, enjoy ur day queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHH Oh my gosh this ask is FANTASTIC thank you SO MUCH for not only reading but taking the time to send it omg I always smile so much when I see your name in my inbox!

Now the big question is though: Is Fictional!George in LOVE or does Fictional!George like to be in control... and is he upset that Fictional!Matty is reacting / doing things he didn't account for or plan for...

And on that same thought does he like Fictional!Matty because of who he is as an individual... or the idea of him and what he represents for Fictional!George in the industry (and then also it helps he hot...)

LOL listen about the lady... he's full of a lot of emotions, he's rushing to try and win Fictional!Matty back and he's clearly injured and she just walked into him! So rude... (we all know Fictional!George can have a temper...)

ON THAT NOTE I am very happy with how this entire fic is shaping to wrap up and I hope that you enjoy it as well! I don't know if it's the ending that everyone is *hoping for* but I think it feels true to the characters I've written and I think it will give everyone the closure they're hoping for (hopefully...)

Thank you SO MUCH for reading and sending me this ask and just being all around wonderful! I hope you have the very BEST birthday and a wonderful weekend!

❤️Ally

P.S. It is very much Friday in my timezone still lol it's not even dark out yet!

#allylikethecat #ask ally #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #equestrian au #all the king's horses #atkh #im so excited for the final two updates #part of me is like WHAT IF I JIST POSTED THEM NOW #but then im like ally chill lol

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fairy-writes · 8 months ago

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so…I’ve seen you write something for Hei from Darker than Black, and if it’s not too much trouble I WILL request more of him in the future, there needs to be more DtB content out there.

BUT

I also saw a note about November 11, and I wanted to ask if you might be willing to do something with him with a femme civilian reader? she’s very shy, not very outgoing and not prone to going many places on her own unless she has to go to a store or feels daring enough to go to a café, but wound up affiliated with a contractor and November’s job is initially to just get rid of said contractor, but as he gathers intel he winds up very interested in the reader. at first curiosity, but it blooms into something he just can’t quite put his finger on. meanwhile the reader just sees a very friendly Jack Simon, and falls for him too.

but he has a very icy secret, can he keep it or will he be forced to choose between his profession and what he knows is in his heart?

…also mild Dadvember because he’s very much July’s dad and I will hear nothing to the contrary

KNITTED WITH SECRECY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Darker than Black

Pairing(s): November 11 x Reader

Word Count: 6k (PLS READ IM BEGGING YOU)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Civilian!Reader, Reader is described as smaller than November 11, Reader is also implied to have longer hair

Notes: THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST

I LOVE NOVEMBER 11 SO MUCH

(This also takes place outside of Japan, just FYI)

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This whole day was a mistake.

It was supposed to be simple. Go out, get groceries, and then go home. Maybe. Just maybe! You could stop at that cat café you had been dying to try on your way home.

Maybe Al wouldn’t be too upset about smelling other cats.

Who were you kidding? He was always upset when he smelled another animal on your clothes. It was part of what made having the little bobtail so much fun.

You stifle a sneeze and rub at your nose as people mill through the grocery store. There had been a sale on shrimp and vegetables, hence why you ventured out of your apartment in the first place. But it seemed that you were out of luck. You had yet to find said shrimp or even the veggies on sale.

And you were looking forward to eating healthy for once, too!

Oh heavens… You were turning into your mother.

You end up ducking out of the grocery store without having bought anything except for some cat treats and wet food and slowly make your way home to your little dingy one-bedroom apartment.

Only to run straight into the one person you don’t want to talk to the moment you get into your apartment complex. You hear your name from a shrill voice and cringe internally.

“Hello, Mrs. Ellis!” You say cheerily and pour all your fake happiness into your words. You wave ‘happily’ to the old woman outside on the bench near your building. She’s knitting something that looks vaguely like a scarf? She had made you something last year for Christmas, and you had just given it to Al as a plaything because it was so itchy.

Of course, you didn’t tell her.

“How are you doing, dearie? Are you eating well enough?” She asks, and you nod, pointedly ignoring the fact that you still didn’t have groceries for the week. She didn’t need to know too much. She already knew way more than she let on, and you blamed it on your ability to never shut up when you were nervous.

But she didn’t need to know that either.

You make aimless small talk for a few minutes until you are positively dying to go upstairs and see your beloved cat. Al’s probably getting close to yowling at the empty apartment by now, and you can’t afford another noise complaint.

“I really gotta get upstairs, Mrs. Ellis. Al’s waiting for me and all. I need to give him his daily treats, y’know?” You say quickly, and the woman nods happily, curls bouncing, before returning to her knitting.

Your assumption was correct. You could hear Al screeching his lungs out like a child possessed as you made it to the third floor of your apartment building. However, he quiets down when he inevitably hears your keys jingling in the lock. The second the door is open, you can hear his heavy paws on the floor as he tries to get out and see what you have. So, you stick your foot in the crack to stop him, nudging him back with your toes as you squeeze in through the door.

The little (big) bobtail cat chirps, meows, and weaves between your legs as if trying to trip you. He can surely smell the treats in your grocery bag and, despite already being rather hefty, is begging for more.

“I know, I know, I’m coming!” You say to your cat and set the bag on the countertop in the kitchen. Al doesn’t bother trying to jump up; he’s too heavy for that. And while you had tried several times to put him on a diet, it never seemed to stick.

It was clear that Al had you wrapped tightly around his paw.

But it was a routine you enjoyed, and routines were good, so you really didn’t complain too much.

Your routine was obliterated that next week.

And it all started with a knock on the front door.

You look up from your Nintendo Switch from your parents and frown, pausing your game and heading toward the entrance of your humble abode. Al was hot on your heels, his collar jingling as you opened the front door.

“Mrs. Ellis? How can I help you?” You say hesitantly and yelp as she pushes something into your hands. Your heart sinks as you look at what she has given you.

It’s another scarf.

By the looks of it, it’s the one she was knitting last week. It’s horribly long and rather lopsided, with horrible colors of yellow and green that burn your retinas.

“Just a gift for you, dearie! For always working so hard!” She chirps and abruptly leaves you alone in the doorway.

You look down at your feline companion, who is on his back, batting at the end of the scarf. He trills and chuffs as he plays with the long knitted garment.

“Well, Al… looks like you have a new toy.” You mutter and shut the door.

That evening, you get another knock on the door. You look back up from your Nintendo Switch—you hadn’t moved since you sat down—and grimace. Two people at your door in one day? It could only be your landlord. Maybe you had gotten a noise complaint that you didn’t know about? You glance at your snoozing feline wrapped in his newest toy and shrug.

Hopefully, it wasn’t a burglar or worse. Your landlord. Or even worse than that, Mrs. Ellis with yet another scarf.

It’s none of the above.

You open your front door just a crack and come face to face with a chest. You blink and look up.

Styled blond hair, gray eyes hidden behind sunglasses, dressed in a white suit, purple button-down, and matching tie. He’s handsome, exceptionally so. And looks to be around your age, too. You feel your ears burn and your heart speed up.

Calm down! He was way out of your league anyway!

Besides… You shift your gaze and realize the man isn’t alone. A woman and a child are with him. The woman has dark skin and beautiful golden eyes. She’s dressed in a fuchsia coat with a fur trim. The boy wears a button-down and bow tie with shorts, suspenders, and loafers.

What an… odd group of people…

“Uh… Can I help you?” You hesitate before remembering your manners at the last second. The man dips his head as if tipping an imaginary hat, and his lips quirked into a dashing smile.

“Good evening, ma’am. My name is Jack Simon. Might we come inside?” His accent is incredibly attractive, and you feel your ears burning again.

But… You don’t know any of these people… So you close the door just a smidge. Jack Simon’s smile falters just the tiniest bit.

“Why should I? I don’t even know who you are.” You say, and the woman chuckles,

“She’s got you there.” She turns her attention to you and grins, “My name is April. This is July. We’re here on official business from MI6. We’re hoping to speak to you about a neighbor in your complex?” She says kindly, and you mentally take note of their strange names and open the door a crack.

“Which neighbor? There are like fifty in this building alone.” You say skeptically and narrow your eyes when Jack Simon reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a photo.

Is that…?

“It’s been some time since this picture was taken, but do you know—”

“That’s Mrs. Ellis.” You blurt, effectively cutting him off as you look at a photo of your much older-looking neighbor. The picture looked like it was taken about sixty years ago when she was in her mid-teens. But the slope of her nose was the same, as was the shape of her eyes.

Jack raises an eyebrow.

“Does she have a first name?” At this, you shrugged and bent down to pick up Al, who had woken from his nap and was currently trying to escape. April lets out a quiet gasp of glee and lets go of July’s hand.

“Oh, look at the cute kitty! Might I ask their name?” She asks and extends her hand to let Al sniff. A deep rumbling purr is heard as she scratches under his chin. You let out a tight laugh.

He’s getting heavy.

“His name is Al Pawcino. He’s an eight-year-old bobtail and incredibly overweight, but we’re trying to work on that.” You say quickly, and she lets out a loud laugh.

“Al Pawcino! You’re kidding!” Jack tries to step in, but you are emboldened by the interest in your feline friend.

“Al Pacino was my dad’s favorite actor.” You say, and even July steps forward to pet Al. His eyes creep you out a bit. They’re blank and empty like that of a doll.

“If we could get back on track, please,” Jack says, exasperated, and you nod.

“I don’t know her first name. I'm pretty sure she doesn’t know mine, either. She lives… actually, I don’t know where she lives in this complex. She mainly sits downstairs and knits.” You reply and shift Al in your arms.

You were starting to babble again.

Jack raises an eyebrow.

“Knits?” You frowned and nodded again, setting Al down and retrieving the new scarf on the hook by your door. Al tries to escape, so you nudge him back with your foot and step outside so you can shut the door behind you.

“Sure, all the time. Here, I’ll show you, they’re kind of bad, though. Al plays with the other one.” You say and hand him the horrendous article of clothing.

The man studies the knitted fabric and then to you.

“Do you know why she gave this to you?” He asks, and you shrug,

“She said she gave me this one because “I’ve been working so hard.”” You reply, and he hums before folding up the ‘scarf’ and tucking it into his trouser pocket.

It bulges awkwardly, but you don’t have the heart to tell him as you just let out an indignant cry,

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He looks pointedly over his sunglasses (who even wears sunglasses at night?), and your mouth snaps shut.

“We have reason to believe that she is not who she says she is. This scarf is evidence.” He says curtly, and just like that, the odd little trio left you alone outside your apartment.

You watch them leave, and when they descend the stairs, you turn and go to open the front door.

Only to find that it’s locked.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

The next time you see the mysterious Jack Simon is just the following week. He doesn’t have April with him, which is odd. Even with your brief first encounter, you had the feeling they were always around each other.

One hand is occupied with his cell phone, which is pressed to his ear. The other holds July’s hand. The doll-like boy simply stands there on the street corner with Jack and watches the world pass by.

You gulp down the last of your coffee at the café and head out, having already paid for your drink.

What are you doing?

Surely you aren’t—

“Mr. Simon! July!” You find yourself saying, and they both turn to look at you, almost in unison. You offer a friendly smile that you hope doesn’t look too awkward and come to a stop before them. Jack says a quick goodbye and ends his call, smiling that same dashing smile as before.

Again, you can feel your heart speed up.

He says your name, and you duck your head in greeting.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He says, and you fall in stride beside him and his… friend? Son? Acquaintance?

“Likewise, can I ask how your investigation is going?” You ask, and he pulls down his sunglasses to wink,

“That is confidential information, ma’am.” He quips, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m part of the investigation, right? Surely I can be told something.” You ask, unsure of where this excitement about the investigation into Mrs. Ellis is coming from. She was a bit obnoxious even though she meant well. But Al didn’t like her, so by proxy, you didn’t either. So, by all means, you shouldn’t have cared about what happened to her.

But there was something about this mysterious Jack Simon man that wanted you to keep him talking. He had a voice as smooth as silk that made tingles go from the tips of your ears down to your toes.

Said man sighed, looked both ways, and as the light signifies that you could walk, the three of you started crossing the street.

“I suppose you can know a little…” He muses and smiles as you give a quiet cheer. “But not here. We need to be away from prying eyes.” He continued quickly, and you blinked several times in confusion.

Just what was he about to tell you?!

The car you’re in has blackened windows and heated leather seats. The driver is separated by glass and keeps his eyes on the road. Save for the size, this seems more like a limo than anything.

“Might I offer you a sparkling water?” Jack says and you lurch awkwardly as you get buckled.

“Uh… No thanks… I’m not the biggest fan of fizz.” You say, and Jack shrugs, taking one for himself before closing the center console that held the drinks. He raps on the glass separating you and the driver, and the car rumbles into motion.

“Now… What to tell you about the case?” Jack mutters to himself. You glance at him from where you had been looking out the window. He sat across from you, with July at his side. The little boy was watching you, hands folded neatly in his lap.

He kind of gave you the creeps… He was so… doll-like…

“What do you know about Contractors?” Jack says abruptly, and you startle slightly. Then you frown.

“What like construction contractors?” You reply, and he shakes his head.

“I mean the ones that appeared when Hell and Heaven’s Gate appeared ten years ago.”

A shiver ran down your spine at that.

You had heard whispers. People talking in hushed voices over coffee about speculations about people with supernatural powers. About Dolls with no emotions who could see you through their medium.

Wait a minute…

Your eyes narrow at Jack Simon and his mysterious child acquaintance, July.

“Are you a Contractor?” You ask hesitantly, and his eyebrows shoot up.

“What makes you say that?” He asks, but his tone has changed. Something icy cold, like frost glazing over a window and dropping the temperature. You can’t help but shudder.

“Your vibes. And July, too. I’ve heard about Dolls, and it makes sense that he’d be one of them.” You say, and Jack Simon stares blankly for a moment.

Then he begins to laugh.

A deep body-shaking laugh that has him covering his mouth. You feel your face heat up.

Eventually, Jack gets his emotions under control and takes a deep breath.

“You’ve got me. July is a Doll. I’m a Contractor. April is as well.” He says, and you freeze.

“But I thought Contractors worked for the black market? You said you worked for the United Kingdom and MI6!” You blurt, and he nods his head to the side,

“Not all Contractors work for the black market. Many work for corporations like PANDORA or secret services like MI6.” He explains, and you hum.

“So you’re like a super secret spy?” You say, almost teasing, and he chuckles at that, making your heart stutter for the umpteenth time that day.

You like the sound of his laugh.

It is then that you remember why you’re in the darkened car in the first place and snap your fingers.

“Mrs. Ellis! Why are you investigating her, and what does she have to do with Contractors?” You say, and Jack grins,

“Why, she’s a Contractor herself.”

You choke on your saliva and erupt into a coughing fit.

“She’s a what?!” You gasp as soon as your hacking subsides. Jack shrugs, adjusting his violet tie.

“MI6 has reason to believe she’s a part of an enemy organization. We don’t know her power, only that she’s encoding messages in her knitting.” A jolt runs through you.

Her knitting?

“But why give it to me?” You ask, almost scared of the answer. Jack glances out the window as buildings pass briefly before looking back to you.

“To hide her messages? Who knows. But—”

A phone goes off, playing a jaunty little tune, and he whips out his cellular device.

“Talk to me.” He says, and you hear someone female speaking on the other end. Maybe April? She chatters on momentarily, with Jack humming to show he was listening. But it isn’t long before he hangs up and looks at you seriously. All traces of his sense of humor were gone.

“It seems someone has broken into your apartment.”

Your apartment had been ransacked.

The dining table was overturned, and the chairs were pushed up against the wall. Your bedroom had been ripped apart, and drawers from your dresser were thrown about. Hell, they had even gutted your mattress!

Al squeezed himself out from under your bedframe the second he heard your voice. He came yowling down the hall and cannonballed into your legs, causing you to stumble back against the ever-so-sturdy Jack Simon. He holds July’s hand as you scoop up Al and make your way into your abode in a daze.

The remaining scarf is gone.

As is your Nintendo Switch.

And your journal.

And probably something else, but you don’t care to check. How had no one heard the noise? The walls were thin enough that the floorboards creaking could be heard next door.

April is already there as well. She looks at you sympathetically, pulling you into a one-sided hug.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll find out who did this.” She says, and you snort.

“It was Mrs. Ellis’s “enemy organization” wasn’t it?” You mumble, and April looks at Jack sharply.

“Just how much did you tell her?” She inquired, and Jack shrugs,

“She’s very persuasive.” That is all he says.

July approaches you as Jack steps out to make a call, and you sink onto your gutted couch with Al still in your arms. Tears start to burn your eyelids, and you bury your face in Al’s fur as July begins to pet his head.

“What do I do now? I can’t stay here, can I?” You mumble to April, who has taken a seat across from you, dragging one of the chairs over to sit down and cross one leg over the other.

“Most likely not. That’s what Jack is calling about. We can house you at an MI6 safehouse in the area.” She said, and you nodded with a sniffle.

At least you have that going for you. Jack comes back into your apartment and surveys the room.

“The car is still waiting outside. Pack a bag.” He says, and it spurs you into action.

You hand off Al to July, whose expression doesn’t change but seems happy to hold the overweight cat nonetheless. Then, you head to your destroyed bedroom and track down a duffel bag you had purchased when you swore you were going to start going to the gym.

Ha, that didn’t last long.

Clothes are stuffed in the bag, and you also pack some of Al’s toys and treats and pull out an unopened bag of food. It should last you a month or so. After all, you aren’t sure how long you’d be staying at this supposed safehouse.

Al is corralled into his carrier and then, you are all loaded into the car and off to the next destination.

Weeks pass.

The safehouse is secure, and Al acclimates easily enough. He happily thunders through the halls after jingle balls that July tosses for him. However, you don’t acclimate as quickly.

You’re left with nightmares of people breaking in to murder you, and the tiny little safehouse does nothing to quell your fears. It’s all cement walls and cold floors. Your room is barely big enough for a twin-size bed and a dresser. There’s a crack in the window that lets in the frigid air at night, and the dining table is barely big enough for the four of you.

Not that the four of you eat together or something. Both Contractors and July are rarely home. Well… that isn’t entirely true. Usually, April is home with you while Jack Simon is out doing who knows what with the Doll.

April wouldn’t tell you what they were doing. She just said it was ‘reconnaissance’.

But things change three weeks into your little hiding stint.

You look up from the book April had lent you as Jack and July come in through the front door. July looks as bored as ever but makes a beeline for Al, who perks up at the sight of his friend. Jack, however, seems stressed. He holds an envelope in his hand, running his other hand through his hair and mussing it up.

It looks… really good like that.

“Any news?” April asks, and Jack simply tosses the envelope and collapses onto the sofa next to you, kicking his feet up in what seems like relief. His head leaned back, and you quickly looked back at your book before he could catch you staring.

“Read the envelope.” He grunted, exhaustion thick in his voice. April shrugs and opens the envelope.

You set your book down in interest as her eyebrows shoot up, and she looks vaguely alarmed. Well, as alarmed as a Contractor can look, you suppose.

“Is this real?” She asks, and Jack lolls his head to the side to look at his companion.

“Took it right out of Ellis’s mailbox. So, unless they planted it—which there might be a chance of that—it’s real.” He said, and you held out a hesitant hand.

“Can I see?” You ask, and April hands you the envelope and contents.

You stare blankly at the glossy piece of parchment. It’s an… invitation? The paper is shiny and black, with neat writing in gold lettering. There’s a time, a place, and Mrs. Ellis’s name—which her first name is apparently Ava—all embossed on the front.

It looked ridiculously expensive.

“And this is important… Why?” You ask, confused and more than a little worried. Jack finally sits up and plants his feet on the floor,

“It’s a gala. And Ellis is likely to be there. But there’s an issue. And that’s because this organization—and Ellis by proxy—already knows April’s face, which is why she’s been here with you.” He said, rubbing a hand down his face. It was as if a lightbulb went off in your mind,

“So you don’t have a partner to get inside, do you?” You say, and Jack nods an affirmative. April pipes up then,

“She could go with you.” She says and gestures to you. You blink dumbly before it registers just what she has said.

Go with Jack Simon to a gala?

“Absolutely not!” You and Jack say in unison, and it would’ve been funny had you not panicked at the idea. Though you are panicked likely for a different reason than Jack. April throws her hands up,

“She’s perfect! No one at this organization knows her face!” She tries, and you are already shaking your head.

“Mrs. Ellis knows my face! Won’t she be there?” You say, and April visibly pauses before her shoulders slump.

Jack, however, seems to be considering the idea despite the outburst. You jab a finger at him in your panic,

“Absolutely not!”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You grumble, fussing with the strands of hair hanging by your ears. The rest of your hair has been swept up into an elegant chignon at the back of your head. Jack reaches over and moves your hands away from your face.

“Stop touching it. You look stunning.” He says, and you have to turn your head to hide your embarrassment.

He looks handsome, almost excessively so. Dressed in a pitch-black suit with a plum tie and matching pocket square, he might as well have been a statue at a museum for people to ogle at. You were dressed in a matching plum dress with a low back and cascaded to the floor of the car. The windows were tinted black as always, and you were pretty sure it was the same driver chauffeuring you everywhere.

The two of you looked for all the world like a couple.

“Have you arrived yet?” April’s voice crackles to life in your left ear, and it takes all your power not to flinch. She’s just outside the gala event with July, keeping an eye with the Doll’s spectre and the earpiece hidden masterfully in your ear. Jack wasn’t able to have one on account of his shorter hair, so it was up to you to relay any information he or she told you.

“Not yet. Almost.” You said it, and it was then that the vehicle rolled to a stop. You looked out the window to see couples walking into a large building where the gala was supposedly held.

You suddenly felt very underdressed despite your extravagant gown.

Jack got out of the car first and extended a hand to you, which you took. His hands were smooth and cold as they always seemed to be. But he was strong and steady as a rock as you stood and settled your hand on his arm. He leaned down until his lips brushed your ear,

“Smile, darling, we’re on camera.” He whispered, and you shivered.

Did he know the effect he had on you?

He had to. You were rubbish at hiding it. Hell, even April had picked up on it and teased you about your little (ginormous) crush when doing your hair.

The two of you make it to the doorman, who accepts your (fake) invitation without any issues, and you are allowed inside.

It’s very quickly that you have to refrain from gasping at the sheer size and magnificence of the interior. There’s a massive crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling, surrounded by murals of angels and demons and everything in between. Couples are already mingling and dancing on the dance floor, and a small string orchestra is set up in the corner, playing soft music. There are tables with white tablecloths set up around the dance floor where more couples and potential donors are chatting.

Jack leads you to the dancefloor,

“Shall we dance?” He asks, and you can’t bring yourself to say no.

But it isn’t long until you realize you are very out of your comfort zone. You step on Jack’s feet at least twice before he speaks to you again,

“Keep your eyes on me. Let me lead. There’s a good girl.” He murmurs, and you nod, keeping your eyes up and focused on his face. He offers you a charming grin that has your heart thundering in your chest.

“The target has been spotted. She’s on the second floor.” Comes July’s voice in your ear,

That was quick.

You start gently steering Jack toward the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor.

“July found Mrs. Ellis. She’s on the second floor.” You whisper to your dance partner, and he nods without a word, effortlessly taking the reigns of the dance until you leave the floor and make a subtle beeline for the staircase. But of course, you have to make it look natural, so you stop and socialize when the situation calls for it.

“She’s headed toward the server room,” July says again. So, you relay that information to Jack, who takes the initiative and seems to know where he’s going. Or, at the very least, he’s walking with the confidence to make people believe he knows where he’s going.

The server room is the third door on the right after rounding a corner in the maze of hallways. Your heels are thankfully muffled by the carpet, but you also have to keep a hand on Jack’s arm to keep from toppling over.

“Why did April talk me into these death traps.” You mutter under your breath and hear Jack let out a breathy laugh,

“If it’s any consolation, you look lovely.” He replies, and you roll your eyes to hide how your heart has leaped into your throat.

“So you’ve said.”

Mrs. Ellis is hunched over a computer, typing at blinding speeds for a seventy-something-year-old woman. She’s dressed in a turtleneck gown with long sleeves and a thumb drive stuck into one of the servers, which looks very expensive.

“I thought you’d have more tact than immediately heading to the server room,” Jack quipped from the entrance, and both you and Mrs. Ellis jumped.

Why was he talking now?! Shouldn’t you have snuck up on her?!

“I danced with a few strapping young gentlemen!” She defended herself without turning and pressed a button. All the lights go out, and you can hear screams of surprise from downstairs. Mrs. Ellis turns and begins to glow blue.

So she was a Contractor…

What was her power? Her arm shoots to an impossibly long length and wraps around your throat, dragging you across the floor until she has you in a chokehold against her torso. Her other arm snatches the thumb drive and stuffs it down the front of her dress for safekeeping.

“Elasticity. Now, that’s a Contract you don’t see every day.” Jack says, but you’ve spent enough time with him to hear the tightness in his voice.

He’s worried about you.

He takes a step closer, and Mrs. Ellis’s arm tightens around your throat until you gasp for air.

“Any closer, and I snap her neck.” Mrs. Ellis snarls, and Jack stops. You can see the lines around his eyes, illuminated by the lights of the blinking servers.

Then… He starts to glow… That pale blue glow with red glowing eyes that you now associated with all Contractors.

Right… You forgot he was a Contractor, too.

It seemed that Mrs. Ellis was not privy to this information because she backed up a bit, and you could hear the panic in her voice when she spoke next. He begins to walk forward and she is too panicked to follow through on her threat.

“Wait—Who are you?! Not the CIA?!” Jack grinned, and you cringed.

It looked so… sinister…

“Darling, I’m November 11 from MI6.” He said proudly, and by then, he was in front of you, grabbing ahold of her coiled arm around your neck. You watch as the skin darkens and frost creeps over the palm and fingers.

It’s getting cold.

Freezing even.

Soon, you hear a wheezing, rattling gasp behind you, and Mrs. Ellis literally shatters into frozen pieces.

Well, that didn’t take long.

You all but collapse with a choked inhale into Jack Simon’s—or is it November 11?—arms.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“I could’ve died. What do you think?” You snap, instantly feeling bad but also not caring.

He put you in danger.

You.

A civilian.

A regular human.

Someone who had a pet waiting for them at home.

Jack sighed, pulled you upright by wrapping a cold arm around your shoulders, and together, you started walking toward the server room exit. However, instead of bringing you back to the car, he took you to one of the balconies that dot the exterior of the second floor. You lean on the stone railing and rub at your still-tender throat. A cold breeze sweeps through the gardens, and you begin to tremble and cry.

You could have died.

What would’ve happened to Al had you actually died? Would he be given to the shelter? He wouldn’t be adopted. No one would want an overweight bobtail cat who was getting older and was as cantankerous as they came.

A suit jacket was draped over your shoulders, and you look over to see Jack, a lit cigarette between his lips and a sad sort of look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He says around the cigarette, and you shrug,

“I agreed to this.” You reply, and he shakes his head,

“We more or less coerced you into it. And for that I’m sorry.” He says, and you give a watery laugh,

“Well then, I accept your apology. Thank you.”

The mission is wrapped up without any further issues. Jack, April, and July are summoned back to MI6 headquarters. You were gifted a brand new apartment with a few months off rent as a thanks for your contributions and an apology for the danger you were put in.

Part of you wonders if it’s Jack’s doing. You had a feeling that MI6 wasn’t usually this generous.

Either way, you weren’t complaining.

The trio is kind enough to help you move what’s left of your old apartment out of storage and into the new place. July isn’t much help, but he keeps Al occupied, and that’s all you could ask for.

“Will you be alright?” April asks as you heft the last box onto your newly assembled dining table. You turn and smile at her,

“I’ll be fine. Tell your boss thank you for all of this.” You say, and she cackles,

“You have Jack to thank for all of this. It was his idea.” She replies, and you blink.

So you were right!

Jack peeks his head out of the new guest bedroom where he had been building a bed frame.

“Are you telling her all of my secrets?” He teases, and April sticks her tongue out,

“Only because we love you!” She chirps, and you choke on the water in your mouth.

Love huh?

You actually liked the sound of that.

April decides to track down Al and July, leaving you alone with Jack. You meander your way into the guest bedroom, where Jack is lifting the mattress onto the box spring on the bed frame.

“And done!” He says, wiping the sweat off his brow and turning to see you. You grin at him and reach forward boldly to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you. For everything, I mean. Keeping me safe. All of it.” You say, and he dips his head in what you like to imagine is embarrassment.

“Don’t mention it.” He replies and squeezes your hand back.

The room is silent after that, but you don’t let go, and neither does he.

At least… Until…

“I should really get going. We received another mission this morning, and our flight will leave soon.” He says and your smile drops into a sad sort of quirk of your lips.

“Keep in touch, yeah? Come visit when you’re in the area.” You try, and he huffed a laugh.

“Of course.” He says and lets go of your hand.

You hold Al as Jack Simon, July, and April get into the darkened car on the street. Jack paused before he got in, turned to look up where you were standing, and waved. You waved back as best you could with Al in your arms and smiled until they were out of sight. Then, with a sigh, you head back inside to get Al some dinner.

You only wished you knew you’d never see them again.

#darker than black x reader #darker than black november 11 x reader #november 11 x reader #jack simon x reader #darker than black jack simon x reader #jack simon #november 11 #fairy writes

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kiekiecarrera · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/kiekiecarrera/714218705406623744/i-love-how-kiara-in-3x01-was-totally-checking-out

You know what I always love about jj that he’s so hyper aware of kie’s actions. Through the first 2 seasons he’s obsessed with talking about kie and the way she acts with John b and pope. Then in season 3 he obviously realises she’s got a thing for him, especially in this scene you can see his face is like wait what did I just see his eyes light up slightly after the soft “alright”😩

Oh he definitely is always hyper-aware of everything she's doing, but he has such trouble believing that any good "reactions" could be directed at him. Like, first he can't believe she's flirting, then he can't believe she cares, then he can't believe she loves him... But once he comes around, it's such a sight to see :') Anyway im gonna need more flirty jiara in s4 and just happy moments i need them happy pls pates i beg

#answered #anonymous #jiara #otp; did you tell jj

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milesworld96 · 1 year ago

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gyubby99 · 2 years ago

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GURL PLS IM BEGGING FOR A NEW PART OF THE HISAAC FIC. I NEED IT OR I WILL LITERALLY COMBUST

💖🥰

"Excuse me, what?" Loreley spat out her drink as her hair flamed orange. "Fucking Alistar? Here?" She asked her wife once again. This has got to be the worst news she'd ever heard in a lifetime. She was expecting for her day to go on along just fine, not until her wife bombarded her, stating his name in the same sentence.

"Yes. He is here." Mia replied.

"Why?" Alruna asks, stepping out of her tent with swords in hand.

"I don't know. But whatever his intentions might be, it most certainly is not good." Mia stated, crossing her arms. As much as she also hated Alistar, she trusted her sister's motives in accepting his visit. After all, Ella still seemed to have a void inside of her that he left.

Maybe she wanted closure. No matter how much they hated each other now, the three of them were inseparable siblings back then. But then he suddenly turned his back on them and none never knew why.

Maybe Ella wanted the answer.

"But Ella wouldn't accept him just like that unless she has a reason." Mia spoke after a brief period of silence.

Loreley scoffed at her wife. "What reason? Alistar killed Elias!" She reasoned, her fire hair swaying along the movements of her head. "Unless she wants to decapitate him then that's completely fine with me. He can rot in jail along with Caspian."

Mia put her hand on her wife's shoulder. "We don't exactly know the reason yet, but I know Ella like the back of my hand. She may have history with him but that doesn't mean she easily gets taken advantage of. I expect you to put your trust in her, hon."

"Well, she better be right about her decision." Loreley stated before sipping on mead, but it spilled on her dress with a gold lace trim. She cursed under her breath. Not very prim and proper now, isn't she?

Whatever. That can't stop her.

Mia sighed. "Don't lose your head, love."

Loreley chuckled, before getting up. "I wanna go hunting."

Mia raised her eyebrow. "Now?"

Alruna shook her head. "You know how she is." She told Mia, then turned to Loreley. "Want me to come with you?"

Grabbing her weapons, Loreley smiled. "That would be nice."

"Sweet. Do you even know how much I wanna use this baby right now?" Alruna exclaimed, flexing the dagger she got from her pocket.

If she was to be turned on by something, it would be weapons.

"You can't keep calling them your children, Al." Mia commented, stiffling a laugh.

"Whatever. This is my baby." Alruna played with the dagger, like it was some harmless children's toy.

Loreley shook her head at Alruna's silliness. "I'll be back, hon." She told Mia.

Mia pulled her wife in for a kiss, before pulling away to look into her eyes. Her hand found its way caressing Loreley's face. "Take care, mon cher~"

Loreley swooned. "Cara mia.."

Alruna felt like she was about to puke, but deep inside was very happy for them.

"Knock it off, lovebirds!" Alruna scolded, rolling her eyes before putting the dagger in her pocket.

Loreley sighed, pecking her wife's lips one more time before leaving.

And just then, Eve stepped out of her tent. "Who wants some jumbalaya?"

~~~~~

Hope wandered along with Isaac down the hallway.

It's been minutes since she saw queen Clarissa's portrait, and she can't get her mind off of how significant it was for some reason. She swore she saw something similar to that in her father's childhood room. Remembering the time she swore never to return there again.

Hope thought that she must have been his mother, as he had told her that when his mother died, his father took down all of her portraits, trying to make him forget her. And that Alistar had only a mere pictue of her in his drawer.

Grandfather probably did it to ease his grief. Hope thought to herself that day.

Hope then remembered the night she went there...

~~~~~

"I told you to stay away from there!" Alistar shouted at his daughter angrily. All she wanted to do was go to her father's old bedroom only to find some photo of a woman almost torn apart and wrinkled.

All she could do was stare. Stare into her father's eyes with fear. The way his words sounded to her were new, as she'd never seen him this furious before.

"You've disappointe me, Hope."

Those words came over her like a stab in the gut. All her life, her efforts of trying to please her father felt like they were gone and she'd been ripped apart. She has disappointed her father.

Nothing felt more terrible than that.

"Don't disappoint me again, understood?" Alistar stated, sternly.

"Yes, Papa."

Alistar sighed, and leaned down to his daughter. "I didn't mean to upset you." He held her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "Just.. do what papa says, okay? Be a good girl for me?"

"Okay." Hope replied, her voice merely a whisper.

Alistar smiled before kissing her forehead.

~~~~~

Queen Clarissa wasn't his mother, ofcourse. But she was a ten year old child who didn't know the truth. He looked nothing like the woman in the painting, and if they were related by blood, wh was he betrothed to queen Ella?

Her younger self never made any sense.

Bright side, she doesn't have to be related to Isaac in some ways.

Hope sighed, before walking into some attic-like room where Isaac himself also stopped.

"What's in there?" Hope asked curiously.

Isaac shrugged. "Some old stuff from my mom."

"Old stuff?" Hope repeated.

Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yes. Old stuff. I thought you were smart enough to hear me once."

That just made Hope feel a lot better. Isaac was taunting her instead of staying in an uncomfortable silence.

It didn't mean anything to her other than the mere thought of being bored of him sulking behind her, and she craved entertainment.

She was never a fan of silence.

That was it.

"I understood you the first time. That was obviously a trick." Hope smirked, as Isaac tilted his head in confusion.

"Trick?" Isaac repeated.

"A trick to make you talk." She replied.

Isaac chuckled, running his fingers through his hair giving Hope a full view of his forehead.

Hope sucked in a breath as her stomach turned. She clearly was irritated by his cockiness. How his hair would flow freely with the movements of his head, how he always gave that smile whenever she gives him a full view of her anger, how his gaze soften around her just to show her that her misery entertained him.

She even hated the fact that she noticed those things.

She hated him.

"I thought you wanted me to shut up?" Isaac teased.

"You know what? I change my mind. You're better off on mute." Hope crossed her arms as she stepped into the room.

"I never said you could go in." Isaac stated.

"Aren't you supposed to be showing me around instead of being too bossy? Just because this place makes me throw up doesn't mean I don't want a good look." Hope sassed, sitting on the old bed.

"Says the one who's wearing pink." Isaac replied.

Hope scoffed, offended. "Excuse you, this dress is flawless!"

Isaac shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe the problem's on you. You're giving pink a bad name."

Isaac hated the way she wore pink. It haunted him that whenever he sees something in a shade of the color, his mind would fly back to one person.

She gave pink a bad name, and he hated the fact that no matter how hard he tried, it was Hope he thought of.

"No, I don't think so!" Hope hummed happily.

Isaac scoffed. "Whatever. Don't try anything funny."

Hope ignored him as she grabbed onto a turtle plush.

~~~~~

Rosalyn swallowed.

It had been minutes since the "talk" they had and she still couldn't ger her mind off of Ella, and that one thing she told her about gardening.

There was no way they were about actual roses.

But then again, Alistar came first before anything, even herself. She wanted to show him that no matter how much he can build her up, and tear her down, he'd find that she was unbreakable. No matter how "pathetic of an orphan" she was, she was going to stand the test.

Her heart of stone stood firm.

"Would you like anything, Rosalyn?" Ella asked, with Elias sitting beside her.

Rosalyn shook her head. "None, your majesty. Though I appreciate your kind offer."

Ella nodded.

Rosalyn held her husband's hand, a small smile on her face. Her soft gaze laid at his anxious ones, but never once did he look at her for the rest of the conversation that went on.

"Amor, are you sure you don't want to take off your coat?" She wiped his forehead with the back of her hand like a mother. "You seem to be overheating."

Alistar let out a breath he never knew he was holding, and looked at his wife. "I'm alright, love."

Rosalyn smiled before leaning back to her seat, still holding his hand.

"I hope you don't get too proud of yourself, Alistar. I only accepted your visit because I pity you. I could almost picture you asking for scrapes in the road just to run your kingdom.. I heard that no country wanted to make alliances with you, and certainly not mine." Ella stated, before taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

"Oh, please do tell me something I don't already know." Alistar rolled his eyes.

"I'd rather you entertain me, my friend. Tell me, how does it feel like to disappoint your family bloodline's legacy because of your idiocy." Ella mocked, earning a dirty stare from both Rosalyn and Alistar.

She doesn't have the right to speak to my husband like that! She doesn't know what he's been through! Rosalyn thought, keeping silent.

"Well, how's your kingdom going with two queens who could start a war with just their hormones alone?" Alistar spat back rather weakly.

Ella laughed, genuinely. "Haven't you started a war because of a mere proposal rejection? My, my.. you make me laugh."

"You betrayed me." Alistar stated through gritted teeth.

"You ruined me." Ella retorted, the once calm facade of her eyes turned into fire. "You made me hate myself."

Alistar stopped talking, and his mask faltered for a split second.

"You said we cannot be married because I was too big."

Rosalyn's gaze softened, seeing the hatred and bitterness in her voice surprised her.

"You dare tell me that I've betrayed you when your voice, your face, those words.. they all ahunted me in the middle of the night even before we saw each other again." Her voice shook with hostility and beside her, Elias squeezed her hand from underneath the table.

"You're acting as if you're the victim because you've lost the war, but before that were battles. Constant battles of myself against you. You've just simply made your bed, Alistar. You just have to lay in it and rot." Ella finished, glaring daggers at Alistar hoping thag every single one of them pierced him with great force.

And she did.

Alistar could do nothing but sit in his chair, suddenly he felt like he sat on one with nails in it. How he desperately wanted to walk away, but the situation glued him to do nothing.

He couldn't look away either.

And beside him, he felt Rosalyn let go of his hand.

And on her heart of stone she felt something crack.

#the prophecy of immortal fire #crying screaming

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