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hey queen! Could you do a angst of Pau cubarsi? Pau and reader having an argument before going to his family gathering. Pauâs sister noticed that reader is quite upset and talks with Pau about it. When they return home, theyâll talk about it and everything! đ«¶đŒ
Coming clean â Pau CubarsĂ.
Pairing: Pau CubarsĂ x Fem!Reader
Summary: An unresolved argument with Pau had ruined your whole night. Luckily for you, Irene is right there to help you get Pau to come clean.
Word count: 1.17k
Disclaimer/s: arguing , angst to resolved ending.
A/N: itâs 3:45 am and i canât sleep so here is this! + hi Bea! how about you try to end a fucking post w out it ending in a kiss???đ€Šââïž
The car ride to Pauâs parentâs house was silent. No music, no talking, just pure and tense, silence. The lingering anger from the argument that had only happened ten minutes ago was still fresh.
Even when you arrived, at least a foot apart, you still hadnât talked. You separated from each other instantly; Pau finding his cousins and you wandering around aimlessly.
Irene watched as you arrived, she could sense that something was off when instead of finding her or her parents, you milled around the food table.
She pushed off the counter she was leaning against and made her way towards you. When Irene called out your name, you plopped a grape into your mouth before turning to face her with a forced smile.
âIrene! Hi!â Your expression falters when you see the way she was looking at youâpity. âWhat?â
âLetâs go take a walk, yeah?â
Your eyes dart to Pau, who was busy conversing with his cousins. âOkay, yeah. Where to?â
Looking around, the girl points to the back door. âMy momâs flowers started to bloom, want to take a look?â Subtle. Very, very subtle, Irene.
Lips pulling into a thin line, you nod. Irene spins on her heels and marches her way towards the door. You pass Pau, but he doesnât bother looking in your direction, though you knew he saw you by the tick of his jaw.
Trying not to scoff, you take a deep breath and follow Irene out the door. The spring air hits you comfortingly and the view of Mrs.CubarsĂâs flower garden brings a genuine smile to your face.
âItâs really improved since the last time I was here.â You comment, bending down to sniff one of the vibrant flowers.
Irene hums in agreement. âSo, what happened with you and Pau?â When your head snaps in her direction, she chuckles. âSorry, I just noticed you two were unusually distant and you looked upset.â
You let out a quiet, âoh!â Before you continue. âWe argued. Itâs a communication problem.â You wave your hand as if to dismiss the problem, but a butter taste lingers on your tongue.
âOkay⊠tell me about it? Pau is usually an open book, or at least, he used to be.â
You snort at the last part. âUsed to be, yeah. Not anymore. For some reason, heâs been holding things back recently, and oh! Yesterday, I went to hold his hand and heâwell, he pushed his hand back into his pocket.â You point at the house, though not directly to wherever Pau probably was. âHim avoiding affection? Not normal.â
Ireneâs forehead creases in confusion. Pau had never, not once, refused to show you affection. In fact, he was always seeking it out. âOkay, yeah, weird. What did he say when you tried to talk to him?â
You couldnât help but scoff, âhe said that I was âreading too much into thingsâ and that I was, âbeing dramaticâ. Iâm staring to thinkââ Your mouth clamps shut, you couldnât say that.
Giving you a look, Irene urges you to continue. âThink..?â
âThat heâs..â You run your hand over your mouth, âthat maybe heâs falling out of love. Itâs stupid, I know, but I canât help but assume, yâknow?â
Frowning, Irene nods in understanding. âHe loves you, iâm sure of it. Heâs just being difficult. Maybe you two should leave early, talk it out?â She pauses, âor I can give him a talking to.â
Your eyes widen, âno! No. Do not talk to him, iâll figure it out. Just.. need to figure out what to say first.â
âLetâs go back to the party and you contemplate while we stuff our faces, perhaps?â
âThat sounds like a brilliant idea.â
When the gathering was over and Pau was driving you back home, you play with the hem of your skirt. âPau?â You speak quietly, not sparing him a glance.
Pau turns in your direction momentarily, offering you a short, âhm?â
âCan we talk.. please?â
No matter how upset, or annoyed Pau maybe be, he couldnât resist the pleading tone in your voice. âI guess.â He answers, âwhat do you want to talk about?â
âWhy youâre upset with me. I mean, before our argument. Clearly I did something to hurt you, or maybe you just..â Your voice fades into nothing, scared to speak.
âJust what?â He doesnât comment on the parts before that, so you know you definitely did something wrong.
You pick at the lace harder, âI know itâs probably me reaching, but, I just thought that maybe you are likeââ You were tripping over words, too embarrassed to speak them out loud. Forcing yourself to come clean, you take a breath, âmaybe you were falling out of love.â
The car lurches to a halt, right at a red light. Pauâs head whips in your direction, âwhat? No! Jesus, baby, no! Not that! I love you, I do.â
His words of reassurance made you feel a sense of relief, but still, your theories about upsetting him were only becoming easier to believe. âI love you too, but, my question still stands. What did I do to upset you, and how do I make it right?â
As Pau begins to drive again, he sighs. âThe other day, when we were having dinner with the guys and their girlfriends, why did you lean away from me when I tried to kiss you?â
You did that?
Genuine surprise takes over your face. âWait, what did I do? Shit, Pau, I didnât even realize.â
His bottom lip tugs between his teeth as he turns into your driveway. âAre you sure? Because it felt intentional.â His words had bite to them, whether he meant to or not.
âSeriously, I wouldâve never done that intentionally. Is that why youâve been so withdrawn?â You frown, leaning your head back against the headrest and unbuckling while Pau parks.
He nods shamefully, âsorry, I just got upset. I was being a dick when I should have just talked to you about it. Iâm sorry.â He couldnât meet your eyes, to annoyed with himself to face you.
âPau.â You sigh out, âlook at me.â
He does just that, meeting your eyes with a pained look. âIâm sorry.â
âI know. You canât do this again, though.â You give him a warning tone, âand you owe me, big time.â
Nodding, Pau grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. âAfter my next game, we should go on a date. Anywhere you want to go, iâll take you.â
Tapping your chin, you ponder the idea. âHow about a movie night? I want alone time, and you will be watching every movie I chose, got it? Oh, and please bring snacks.â
A smile forms on Pauâs lips, causing one to grown on yours. âAnything you want. Make a list, iâll stop by the store on the way here.â
Sitting up and gathering your things, you nod. âWill do! Goodnight, I love you.â
âGoodnight, I love you.â Pau leans over, meeting your lips in a soft kiss.
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#pau cubarsi#pau cubarsi x reader#pau cubarsi x fem!reader#pau cubarsi x y/n#pau cubarsi angst#pau cubarsi x you#pau cubarsi one shot#pau cubarsi fanfic#pau cubarsi imagine#pau cubarsĂ#blurb#football#fanfic#fc barcelona#fc barcelona fic#fc barça#fc barca#angst#angst with resloved ending
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What I think the preferred look/form The Lords in Black would take in human form would be.
I love their human forms in NPMD just as much as the next guy but it's clear to me at least that the fact they were summoned at the highschool by teenagers influenced what form they took. So what if they had a favorite human form and what would it look like?
(These are just my ideas feel free to share your own)
Pokotho: I think the outfit he went with in NPMD was similar to his preferred outfit, just much less refined. I would imagine he would want a fine three piece navy blue suit with bright blue lines, a bright blue button up shirt, a gray neck tie designed with patterns to resemble the meteor and fine shoes that match his suit. As for the body itself, it would probably be more masculine with gray hair and bright blue eyes. (I also want to throw in my head cannon real quick that because of Yellow Jacket he doesn't like being in human form, it reminds him of the time part of him was stuck in that body.)
Bliklotep: This might sound a bit weird, a tourist look. Think about it he runs an amusement park and his look in NPMD to me gives off a "wallflower that knows every secret of the school" vibe. So I thought that an outfit for a vacation to a tourist trap to do some people watching that could pass as a normal outfit would work. He would wear black knee length jeans, a purple Tshirt, purple high top converse shoes, and sunglasses with a purple frame and orange tinted lenses. For the body I think he would go for something more gender neutral with bright red-ish orange-ish ginger hair with purple streaks long enough to tie back and purple eyes.
T'noy Karaxis: He would definitely go for a classic mad scientist look and not care about making it look good or worry about having too much yellow. He'd wear yellow pants, a yellow-ish orange-ish shirt, yellow shoes, a yellow lab coat looking thing, a watch on his wrist and on his head a head band with goat horns. His body would probably be more masculine with short messy really blonde hair and yellow eyes. And one more thing, his picture in the Black Book showed him with six fingers on each hand so his preferred human form would probably have six fingers too.
Nibblenephim: This one's a bit tricky. His NPMD form gave off a "preppy popular cheerleader" kinda vibe. Which makes sense as that's what most Honey Queen winners probably are to some degree. But I also think he'd prefer something he could comfortably eat and eat in. Then again he probably wouldn't care that much about looking neat while stuffing his face with food. He's also the one who seems to like more feminine looks. So for now this is the look I came up with. A loose flowy barbie pink shirt with sleeves that exposes the shoulders showing the straps of the black tank top underneath, a more soft pink mini skirt with leggings that are black near the bottom and change to pink as you go up, and pink shoes that are nice and have a bit of heel but aren't the fancy sparkly high heels. The body would be gender neutral leaning feminine with long honey blonde hair long enough for a nice updo with bangs that cover his pink eyes.
Wiggog Y'Wrath: He would definitely wear something nice and expensive looking. His NPMD form gave off a "rich preppy prom king" look, his title is The Lord in Black and I feel like he's the most prideful of the five though Pokey would be a close second. He would wear a green sweater vest with black tentacle looking patterns over a slightly lighter green shirt, green slacks, nice green shoes and a bright green ascot tie. His body would be more masculine with short light brown hair and green eyes.
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fangrai nation thank you for showing up on my slurs on pulse comic. in exchange for your contributions to the CAUSE can I interest you in lightning happy trail derangement
i get it girl. i fucking get it.
#fangrai#ffxiii#lightning farron#oerba yun fang#this was her ten minutes after they got back to the estheim household. she composed herself for her conversation w snow#and then she sat down and bounced her leg so hard she didnt notice the machine gun fire outside.#queen of being so so so normal about something.#kc art
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2024 reads / storygraph
Song of the Huntress
historical fantasy set in 8th century Britain
follows three characters:
a woman who has spent centuries leading the wild hunt & reaping souls after being tricked into it, who disguises herself as a human to enter the kingdom
the queen of Wessex who never lives up to the demands of the court, despite leading their people in battle - and after a battlefield defeat they turn against her
and her husband, the king, deals with magic and political upheaval as his brother tries to usurp him and conflict arises between new and old religions
bi woman MC, lesbian MC, ace man MC
#Song of the Huntress#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#This is - okay? some very interesting and complex characters#i liked the women of the wild hunt and I liked how aethelburg as a warrior queen is just sort of normal not some kind of girlboss thing#itâs very slow paced - I doubt I would have gotten through it if not for the audiobook#the historical setting and details and complexity of the plot is interesting#I did read it for the ace character so:#unsure how i feel about how his asexuality's the reason for the problem in their relationship. like the book tries to make it the issue tha#he didn't TELL her about it but.....but ultimately it is just his asexuality as the issue. idk. not that I don't think that this kind of#ace narrative shouldnât be explored I guess. it was just a smidge too portrayed as him being the problem#I feel like if he were aroace at least itâd be like okay; she finds in someone else what he doesnât want to give her#but he literally does love her romantically lol. which makes the subplot of the romance between the women like......ok she's cheating#bc her husband won't fuck her? not to minimise complex characters down to surface level ships but alsoâŠ.#the sapphic relationship is kinda undeveloped/insta attraction and not much else -the book is conscious of this &#I don't think it tries that much to convince us it's something more than that (other than how it affects the character's personal journeys)#but still. idk. I guess I do like that it doesn't conform to perfect-narrative-romances but evidently unsure about how it did so#this makes it sound like I hated the asexuality and the sapphic relationship - I didn't hate either I just didn't love them lol#also his sister is also aroace and becomes a nun and otherwise she's offscreen - lost opportunity imo!
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so what that i slept in for the exam. my voice teacher just called to talk about yesterdays concert and said some truly insane shit that made me cry again (but like. in a good way lol) so who even gives a shit lol
#she can singlehandedly fix me#she said so many insanely beautiful things. about ME. i am still reeling from it.#also she said we 'clearly have the exact same vision when it comes to this aria' and im sooooo normal about it uwu#yes queen ill be your little bitch ill sing it exactly as you want it (except i WILL use chest voice sorry thats not optional)#anyway i hate this because see this is what my brain does now. i got so many insane compliments that now all i can think about is#âwhen will i lose itâ. now im gonna live in fear that one day ill wake up and ill forget how to act.#that i will suddenly just lose all my idk stage presence and all my musicality. because i just cant have nice things#and i cant have things to actually be. if not exactly proud of. then at least happy about. im not allowed.#the moment i let myself believe it and truly appreciate and value myself and consider myself objectively good at something - ill lose it all#or rather - it shall be taken away from me to teach me a lesson. see for a person who doesnt believe in god#i sure do live in a constant conviction that he's just waiting for the opportune moment to lure me into a fake sense of safety and happiness#just to snatch it away at the peak of it if only to prove to me that i dont get to have nice things and i shouldnt dare to even want them#gotta love being normal
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Idk I also just hate the future actually. My ass is Always living in the past or simply day to day đȘđȘđȘ
#HELP ...... SO MANY OF MY DAYDREAMS CENTER AROUND THIS ACTUALLY.....#like. huge point of drama/point of contention between alfonse and moe is that moe Hesitates.#even outright Refuses. to consider the future. where alfonse's future seems set in stone that is the path he's been striving for all long#moe feels like it won't have a place there. you'll be king. you'll be all set. you'll probably have to have a queen#and even if it's a political marriage thing (WHICH. I HAVE SO MUCH HC LORE ABOUT --#like no one specifically but like. alfonse is the type of guy who has accepted this long ago and just treats it as a fact of life#which moe RESENTS. HOW are you gonna fuckinh ACCEPT THAT. your life entirely out of your own hands#bitch i'll fucking KILL YOU. ect)#also as a side there was a whole wedding banner wip that explored that that i. forgor about#but like. alfonse tries SO hard to convince moe that there WILL be a place for it by his side. he will MAKE that place if he has to#also a king4king situation isn't feasible i think moe would be a concubine (gay style). or an enuch or something#like moe does NOT want to be in any position of actual authority. that's not its heart. it's a support guy through and through#but going back to the start. moe is the type of guy who's convinced it's going to be replaced.#moe is the type of guy who burns bridges and feels a sense of relief. moe is the type of guy who is looking for ANY excuse#to run away. and ESP to reframe it as 'you're better off without me'.#the only reason it was able to get so close to alfonse is bc it was convinced alfonse wouldn't get attached to it#and when he did moe was convinced Well. this will all be temporary anyway. i'll take it day by day#make the most of it. and whenever alfonse hits it w one of his classic zingers like#the more you have to lose the worse it hurts when you do doesn't that make you feel lonely. SHUP FUCKIYBNG SHUT YPUR FUCK UPâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž#moe is a normal guy with no problems. definitely no commitment issues or intimacy issues. i promise.#ACTUALLY THAT REMINDS ME. BEEN TURNING THIS AROUND IN MY HEAD TOO. ESP W MY CURRENT WIP#and the feelings it invokes in me. moe is SO CONVINCED. SO CONVINCED. it's gonna fuck alfonse over big time#do NOT make me your lifeline i swear to fucking god. i Promise You. i Will Fail You.#adjacent but moe being a healer is ENDLESSLY. FASCINATING TO ME. LIKE MY GOD#healer that is just SO destructive. that's w.. that's part of why... it became a healer.........#like god. being a healer to ensure that if you get rid of me you'll be at a disadvantage.#nevermind the fact that i have a role exclusive to me. not good enough. i need More insurance.#the way. the role it took upon itself. when it was younger. to be the fixer. to clean up after [redacted]#and its never ending cycle. ever since it was a child. its never ending cycle of tearing itself apart#to rebuild itself anew. better this time. Perfect this time. this time. this time. this time.
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ppl who seem to always rotate through having specific kinds of trans girls to proclaim their hate for and implicitly putting themselves above them for not being into the same things make me so uncomfies, like... they r not hurting u in any way, yes people can be extra cringe sometimes but why are u like this.
#I am specifically talking about completely harmless - embarrassing at most - behavior!#like sharing those cutesy subby memes like. u don't have 2 be into it and I'm not either 4/5 of the time#but u don't have to be Like That to the ppl who fw them. it's just some fun... we should all be holding hands..#idk. as a very drama free girlie I see other girlies on here with big followings get kinda big headed about stuff sometimes#like .. chill out pls.. there is no need to make ur trans sisters catch strays like this.#they ain't even strays y'all just coming here to shoot like :/ that was an unnecessary putdown#tgirls with big internet followings be normal about average transwomen challenge level god#actually idk if she'll see this but I think Josie is the most Normal About Trans Women tgirl with a big following i can think of on here#thank u for being such a sweety pie queen I love u#i always forget she follows me back and every time she likes/reblogs from me it's like getting kissed by an angel like HELLO??#anyways i'm thinking of that one post now that's something along the lines of#I'd rather be cringe than be mean - and that's REAL. STOP BEING SO MEAN??
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one of my favorite parts of strategy games like chess and advance wars is that feeling when you haven't quite won yet but the enemy has no real options so it feels like you're just sloowly wrapping around them like a snake. when all your enemy has is their king and you've managed to turn 3 of your pawns into queens, and all you've gotta do is get in juust the right position, and in the meantime all they can do is squirm. god, that's such a wonderful feeling. nothing quite like it
#incidentally i don't like it when versions of chess insist on enforcing a stalemate rule#honestly to a certain extent i feel like if your enemy has nothing but a king and you've got more than one queen that should just be an#automatic win. like exodia except instead of the individual pieces being useless they're all the most powerful monster card in the game#i think the favorite card i had as a kid was my five headed dragon. thought that shit was so cool. 5000 in both attack and defense???#it seemed unbeatable to my little kid brain. also it was a dragon. of course i loved it#i never learned how to Actually play yugioh of course. just what rules my stupid kid reading comprehension could understand#im pretty sure a monster has to be in play for you to be able to sacrifice it. i didn't know that so i filled my deck with nothing but#really strong monsters and i'd just sacrifice some directly from my hand to summon what i wanted#i stole a lot of yugioh cards as a kid from target. i'm comfortable saying this online because the statute of limitations has absolutely ru#out by now. i looked it up.#i remember for the first time i stole a box set that had exodia. i remember on my way home so i could open it... i genuinely felt like ther#was something mystical in that box. something ancient. there was something really special about that to my kid brain#i'd later steal quite a few more because i got the bright idea to fill a deck with nothing but exodia cards. i figured i'd always have a#first draw win. took me until actually trying to play it that i realized i'd often just get 5 left arms which obviously wouldn't work#so i took that deck and added some actual monsters to âhold me offâ. it was pretty much just a normal deck with too much space taken up by#essentially useless cards. i don't think i ever actually won by drawing exodia naturally. what a shame#side note but i still get a bit anxious every time i go to that target. i haven't in years and i can basically guarantee they wouldn't#recognize Grown Ass Adult me as âthat kid who stole a lot of yugioh cardsâ. it's been almost a decade if memory serves#i've grown a lot since then. both physically and metaphorically#i digress
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to be very honest the genre of rock bands who made a bunch of songs about their weird feelings about god in the 00s-10s (red, flyleaf, disciple, fireflight et al.) still have a grip on me and some of them are even still good. not most of them though
#could include skillet in this but they suck so much now#anyway this genre of music is why i am the way i am today. it also made my mother think i was possessed but thats because she's insane#ms lacey sturm was short queen representation AND singing bangers about union with god...people who influenced me more than my parents#i cant believe shes getting back together with flyleaf i hope they make something good i miss when they were good#this post brought to you by reds discography. theyre the sole reason why 'christian rock' keeps being in my top spotify genres which is#consistently embarrassing but unfortunately their music slaps and is on all my playlists so its not going anywhere#i do also listen to normal good rock music btw. like i do have taste i just don't always exercise it#*fires this post at my follower count*#me
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man idgaf about what treville and richelieu have going on (mostly nothing) (they dont like each other but they work together a lot bc of their jobs.) (i guess treville holding onto a sense of honour whilst working with the cardinal is interesting but like that's not. thats not really those two having something interesting going on). lets talk about the king and the cardinal man.
#the way the king sometimes resents the cardinal's influence but is so easily manipulated to feel lost without it.#the fact that he'll openly acknowledge the cardinal wants him to rule unfairly and play favourites. with a fond look on his face#''i will disband their whole regiment if that's what it takes to make you happy. only please don't leave me alone'' with tears in his eyes#all of which was exactly what the cardinal was going for and he just gets away with it!#the queen finds out he was trying to have her Killed and she says yeah fuck you obvi but i wont tell the king tho bc he loves you ?#i'm not saying any of this is like romantic to be clear lol. it's just very interesting#i mean i dont think it can probably be categorised really. but im definitely not calling it that#it is super interesting though the way the cardinal needs to undermine the queen and place himself closer to the king to succeed in his aim#it would be somewhat appropriate for sure to say its kind of a parent-child relationship in some ways but that's definitely not all of it#in terms of the way the king relies on him and his guidance. but again thats not all of it and he's not a child. or not actually a child.#and i could say this about any of the relationships between men on the show but of course Because they're both men that means the#Possibility of it being anything but fully platonic is not something he can acknowledge and for that reason whether it is or Not there's#still going to be a level of repression and denial that just complicates things. even though/if theres not truly anything to deny#meanwhile honestly i think the cardinal is personally being normal about it even tho he's a freak about a lot of other things#i mean idk that was my impression. i am sorta-watching through s1 again so maybe i'll develop my ideas on that#anyway#me.txt#musketeers posting
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HonestlyâŠ. Realistically (using this word LOOSELY)âŠ. one of aemyrahâs kids would probably âwantâ (also using this loosely to marry back into the family
#thatâs the horror on my - and Myrahâs - face at the thought#like⊠I know I joked about Alyssane being like grandma obviously named me this for a reason⊠queen in the making đđđ€Ș#but thereâs something so sad??? to me about her (and maybe her sister too) thinking that is their role in the family#theyâve read the histories - their aunt and uncle are sibling spouses#techincally aemyrah are the âweirdâ ones in this situation by myrah not being a targ/not from a great noble house#something sad about targaryen women essentially thinking they are their male family members property#and like yeah Aemond knows his sister and brother didnât want to be married but letâs be real..#he probably wouldnât bat an eye if kids wanted that#there was a time that he wouldâve been fine if Alicent married him and hel#he wouldâve grinned and bared it for the sake of his family mainly his mother#and he tells it as this selfless thing and myrah is just like⊠thatâs insane and not normal???
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this is so gorgeous i want to cry ?
ĐĐŸĐč ŃĐ°Đ·ĐČĐŸŃĐŸŃ ĐŽĐ»Ń FMA Fanzine!
#the north arc has always been my favorite#these kids have to realize how much shit they have to go through to get to the other side#one of them is being held a hostage for the other to commit war crimes#how the world becomes so large and scary and they are so small#olivier??? sheâs fucking hot as hell#her crew?? so queercoded and lovely#how she dealt w general raven? iâm obsessed w her#the aesthetic of the north#the attention to detail w metals and how ed wouldâve gotten frostbite if he didnât switch his automail#round of applause for the disability representation and how itâs just normalized#mai? chang? queen#scar realizing that heâs been going after the wrong people all along and fixing his mistakes by fighting w the side he was killing#the scene where ed gets impaled is seared so far into my brain#like something about it awoken something inside me as an eighth grader and now as a junior in college it still does the same#âmy life is worth shortening to live a little while longer. i need to keep going even if it means i will die earlier. iâm worth it.#god. this show#fmab has my whole heart
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as someone who went to a private christian high school this perfectly describes multiple kids I went to school with all I'm saying is private christian high school is the perfect modern au setting if you're looking for a setting that captures systemic abuses of power like westeros
i am pretty anti asoiaf modern aus bc they seem to exist to remove any problematic content. this is why my modern au where larys is a school shooter and alicent is a pro life bible thumper is way better and different. plus american high schools love to reward homophobic and misogynistic repressed hot guy cops so itâs an au where criston always comes out on top
#alicent is the girls chaplain has been since she got elected sophomore year 4.0 gpa top of her class golden girl#she helps organize a school trip to the march for life and is just. aggressively a white evangelical christian#she comes across as mature and grounded to like. the adults in her life and most* of her classmates#that's mostly a front to compensate for immense self-loathing and guilt (purity culture)#most* meaning there are kids she Does Not Like and she makes sure to make their lives marginally worse#she's not super overt about it bc she has an image to uphold so its mostly her being a snitch to her dad otto the ap gov teacher#definitely homophobic but thats mostly a cope to compensate for her occasional gay thought#naturally she feels a lot of frustration and resentment for her environment/the people around her but#bc shes in a repressive conservative religious space where perfection is expected of everyone but her specifically#she has no real way of working through her emotions and takes everything out on people she perceives to be lesser than her#shes definitely the kind of christian girl who is super nice to your face but talks mad shit behind your back and then denies it#she is a product of her environment and will probably get better when she gets to deconstruct+go no contact w otto+come out in college#criston on the other hand is the captain of the football team boys chaplain popular guy he is king of the school. he is thriving#is this his peak? yes. does he realize this? no.#he does not know these are his glory days because#he dated rhaenyra (headmasters daughter) for like two weeks freshman year and she dumped him right b4 homecoming#mostly so she could go with harwin the new transfer from the local all boys catholic school#criston never lets this go and as a result never has a normal relationship bc all the girls in their grade know hes hung up on rhaenyra#he and alicent wind up dating junior/senior year but that's mostly a political maneuver so they can win prom king/queen#under normal circumstances theyd probably be great friends but once again. theyre in a such a toxic environment#that their relationship is 100% superficial. just a means to and ends socially. for alicent at least#criston on the other hand is convinced hes found his high school sweetheart future tradwife#they break up like 3 days after graduation and criston immediately joins the military#and larys? larys is the nerdy kid who snitches to the principal in exchange for special privileges (tormenting his peers)#he gets expelled when he gets too cocky and the art teacher overhears him telling his classmates hes gonna bring a gun to school#(<- based off something that happened at my hs)#I am so sorry about the wall of tags but I started thinking and could not stop.#hotd au#<- so I can come back and maybe draw this..
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rule #1: even if the world crumbles down in front of you, never, ever trust sylus with your heart. because even the fiercest flames can't match the danger of loving a man like him.
â± pairings. sylus, fem!reader
â± genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
â± tags. villain!reader, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.
â± notes. 8.2k words. inspired by this song bcos i canât stop thinking abt him for days
âBoss is looking for âya.â
It was already nighttime when you emerged from the library, only to encounter the eccentric twins, Luke and Kieran, lounging on the window sill as if they had been waiting for you to come out of your bat cave. They always donned their signature uniforms of leathered attire and beaked masks, an outfit reminiscent of Sylusâs mechanical crow, Mephisto. Behind their silhouettes, the red glow of the blood moon poured through the window, casting an eerie, crimson hue across the dimly lit hallways. Any normal person would have found such an atmosphere disturbing.Â
But that was the N109 Zone for youâa dark, lawless, enigmatic place you called home.
âIs he in his room already?â you asked, quietly closing the door behind you. In your arm was a thick book, an archival file you had spent nearly two hours searching for. It contained records of historical events, of life before the Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034, before the Deepspace Tunnel was opened. Sylus had tasked you with finding the file for reasons he didnât care to disclose.
A curious Luke tilted his head and swung his feet in the air as he pointed at the book. âLet me guess,â he began with a teasing tone, âIs that book some sort of Kama Sutra?â
Kieranâs snigger followed. âI bet it is, since itâs her birthday in a few hours.â
âVery funny,â was your quick retort. âItâs a history book, you idiots. Sylus needs it for something.â
The twins then let out a teasing coo. âAww, so no birthday âfunâ for you?â asked Luke, âI thought sleeping with your boss would have its perks, too.â
Although his comment was meant to be a joke, you bristled at his jab at your professionalism. It had been a few years since you started this kind of relationship with Sylus, with him being your boss and the leader of Onychinus, and with you as his personal assistant and, well⊠escort.Â
In and out of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a popular man for both good and bad reasons. His notoriety was mostly for his influence, and sometimes for his crimes. He was known to be unforgivingâa brute man who carried no conscience towards his enemies. One wrong move and youâd find yourself six feet under. Perhaps, that was what you admired so much about him. His aura, his domineering persona, his dangerous charm. He had mastered the art of seduction, the sin of hunger and desire. His power. There was no one like him.Â
And so, you were the happiest woman alive when what began as an unrequited admiration eventually blossomed into something more. Spending more time with your boss played a pivotal role in gaining his interest towards you, because day-by-day he started to learn how much of an asset you could be for him. You were his prized possession. You were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Despite Luke and Kieranâs constant warnings of the abyss you were throwing yourself into, you were willing to be a pawn in Sylusâs game of chess. You wanted to be the Queen next to a King. Because that meant you were too valuable to simply set aside.
Yet Sylus was never one to clarify the nature of your relationship. Heâd often say there was no need to clear up such a silly thing. All you knew was that when Sylus needed you, he had to have you. In all ways. Heâd still act professional and distant depending on the audience. But behind closed doors, he spoiled you like a princess, treated you like a queen, and worshiped you like a saint. He was a sadistic, draconic man towards others, but he always had a gentle spot for you. Only for you.Â
And that was a spot you would never, ever share with anyone else.
âWhatever. I gotta go see him,â you excused yourself from the two, just as one of them tossed a black box to you. âIs this my present?â
The twins jumped down from the window sill in perfect sync. âAdvance happy birthday to the princess of Onychinus. Make sure to open the gift when boss is around.â
Your lips spread into a smile as you held the box in your free hand. Luke and Kieran giving you a gift was the last thing you would expect from them. âWhy, thank youââ
âYeah, yeah. You should go see him now,â said Kieran, pushing you forward by the shoulders. âCanât keep boss waiting.â
By the time you reached Sylusâs door, the twinsâ distant, mischievous chuckles then echoed down the hall. You couldnât help but laugh and shake your head before grasping the door handles, stepping inside of Sylusâs bedroom with slow, measured steps. You didnât know why you were nervous. As the door shut behind you, the familiar scent of leather, cardamom, and sandalwood immediately enveloped you like a fragrant, hallucinatory mist. However, his king-sized bed lay empty with the sheets still perfectly arranged. There were no signs of him anywhere, until the sound of cascading rainwater drew your gaze toward the bathroom, where his tall figure was visible through the frosted glass. He was engaged in a steamy shower, clearly unaware of the intruder that entered his room just now.
âBoss?â you called out, standing by his bed. âIâll leave the file on your nightstand.âÂ
Receiving no response, you placed the book on the bedside table and waited for him patiently. Should you stay or should you leave? It usually depends on Sylusâs mood. There were nights where he wanted to be left alone, and nights where he craved your presence. His lack of response may be a sign to exit his room. But as you prepared yourself to leave thinking that Sylus purposely ignored you, a certain black velvet box resting on his nightstand suddenly caught your eye. Unlike the typical small box that might hold a ring, this one was more rectangular in shape and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was your curiosity that led you to touch the soft surface, wondering what lay beneath it.
Is it for me�
âThey say curiosity kills a cat.â Sylusâs deep, resonant voice broke your trance as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a white towel around his waist, his muscular form was on full display as he approached you with assertive footsteps. Every curve of his muscle flexed as he moved. And his carnelian eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his thin, pinkish lips curving upward when he walked closer to you. âTouching my things without permission. Are you asking to be punished, kitten?â
Your heart raced as he closed the distance. Yet, maintaining composure around Sylus was a skill you had honed since the day you began working for him. âOh, forgive me, master,â you merely teased. âIt caught my attention.â
âCurious about the box or who itâs for?â he taunted, raking his fingers through his damp gray hair. Beads of water glistened on his bare skin, and you found your gaze wandering to his perfectly sculpted abs until you felt his finger lifting your chin up. âEyes on me, honey. Donât tell me you thought that velvet box was for you?â
So it isnât? You suppressed a disappointed expression, but your clouded eyes betrayed you. âNo, I⊠just curious.â
âIs that a sad kitten I see?â he asked, tilting his head to catch even the slightest changes in your expression. âYou wanna open the box?â
âNo, thank you.â Your stubbornness prevailed this time.
Sylusâs lips curved into a smile as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and turning you gently. He then went on to open the velvet box and fastened a silver necklace around your neck. âHappy birthday, my darling,â he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he planted a tender kiss on your shoulder. âThatâs a red beryl crystalâone of the rarest gemstones in the world.â
Your eyes sparkled in awe as you touched the red pendant, feeling its exquisite value beneath your fingertips. Oh⊠to receive such beautiful, rare gem from the boss of Onychinus himself. You were too overwhelmed with appreciation as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck. âSy!â you exclaimed, your heart swelling at his effort. âItâs beautiful. I love it.â
He returned your gaze with a smug look. âYou better love it. I sacrificed two gold bullets just to get that for you, sweetie.â
âYouâŠâ Your eyes widened at the implication behind his words. Someoneâs life was lost in exchange for your birthday gift. It was beyond your expectations to know that Sylus went to such macabre lengths just to surprise you, but banality was his worst enemy, and the last thing he would do was be called boring over things like birthday surprises. â...Well, thank you. Iâll treasure it forever, my love.â
âNow,â he said, abruptly breaking the sweet moment as he glanced at the other box on his bed. You realized he was scrutinizing the gift from the twins, which you had unwittingly left behind when you hugged him. His expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased at the foreign object on his bed. âCare to tell me where this is from? Or did some other bastard get you a present before I did?â he questioned, âTell me his name, his identity. Give me his location.â
Chuckling, you cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. âItâs not what you think. Luke and Kieran gave it to me before I came here.â
Still unimpressed, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the box. âWho told you to receive gifts from other men?âÂ
âIâŠâ
âLetâs see whatâs inside, shall we?â
âIâm sure itâs just someâŠâ you began, hurriedly untying the ribbon at the sight of Sylusâs growing pique. But as you opened the box, your mouth dropped in shock upon seeing a black lingerie set inside. An awkward laugh forced its way out of your mouth. Those two! âI⊠Ha-ha! They fool around too much. Donât mind it. Iâm just gonna throw it away.â
Sylusâs frown quickly transformed into a deep chuckle as he lifted the lingerie by the strap, his eyes widening with interest as he examined the lace corset. âWhy donât you try wearing it first, baby doll?â he suggested, an idea clearly forming in his mind. âItâs rude to toss aside a gift.â
He knows exactly what heâs doing, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush under his gaze. You almost lost your mind when he looked down at you with a roguish smirk, like he was an animal whoâs about to devour his first meal in a long time. âYou really want me to put it on?â
âSince itâs your special day,â he insisted, settling at the edge of his bed while keeping you positioned between his legs, âLet me help you with that.â His tone was more command than suggestion as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it away from your body. âThatâs it, be a good kitten. Just follow your masterâs orders and youâll do just fine.â
You felt his cold fingertips brushing against your chest as he slipped your blouse down, his hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra and set your breasts free. Instinctively, you shied away from the intensity of his gaze and covered your chest. But he was quick to grab your wrist, an eyebrow raised at your disobedience. âIâm sorryâŠâÂ
âNothing I havenât seen before,â he mumbled in a deep, orotund voice before continuing to undress you. His hand now fiddled with your pants, unzipping and sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow way. To your surprise, he had also pulled your underwear down along with your pants, leaving your lower body as bare as it could be. âLooks like my kittenâs prepared,â he said with a lowly chuckle, his gaze locked on your freshly waxed lady part. âBut Iâll take my time before I devour you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on where his shoulder and neck met. All your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were nothing but naked in front of the very man you so deeply adored. He alone was the most perfect gift for you. âBossâŠâ your voice came out like a whisper, âAbout your upcoming transaction with Mr. Davis. H-He agrees to meet at the nightclub this Friday.âÂ
Sylus displayed a devilish smirk, noticing your effort in opening a subject to distract yourself from the compromising situation he had put you in. Though, instead of shaming you further, he had decided to play the part. âIâm surprised you managed to bargain with him,â he praised, slipping in a black, lace underwear up your legs. It barely covered your folds, and with Sylusâs warm breath tickling your cunny, you knew that your underwear would only be ripped apart sooner or later. âBut then again, it must be your⊠irresistible charm that made him agree to meet up,â with a pause, he made a twirling gesture with his finger. âTurn around for me, sweetie.âÂ
You did as told, chest rising and falling deeply as your boss began to tie the corset behind you. It was too tight, but he seemed to have liked it that way, because your breasts were almost popping out of the padding. âI-I⊠Is it supposed to be this tight?â you asked, hesitantly, âI canât breathe.âÂ
âItâs perfect.â He let out a deep chuckle before suddenly pushing you down on his bed. The sudden force left your heartbeat somersaulting, the anticipation and nervousness rising deep within you as you looked up at his predatory gaze. âNow, for the best part.âÂ
Sylus whipped out a handcuff and a blindfold from his drawer, and his first action was to grab your wrists and lock it within the silver handcuff around the headboard. The very next thing he did was cover your eyes with the blindfold, tying it neatly behind your head to deprive you of one of your five senses.Â
âSylusâ?â You werenât sure what was happening now, and hated that you couldnât see his handsome face because of the blindfold. Your vision offered nothing but darkness, blinding you from whatever Sylus was planning to do with you in his king-sized bed. There were sounds of fabric rustling around you, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor, and the wet, sloppy noises near your face. When you felt the tip hitting your cheek, you realized it was Sylus touching himself, leaving you to imagine how he was stroking his hard length in front of your face, preparing his cock for a wild night ahead. âAre youââ
âShh.â Your voice was cut off after he held a strong grip around your jaw, forcing your mouth open before the taste of his cocktip started entering your mouth. Not even halfway in, you already gagged from his cock. He was too huge for your mouthâtoo thick, too veiny, too lengthy. But nonetheless, despite the threads of saliva that waterfalled on the sides of your mouth, Sylus still shoved his entire length in. He didnât care if you had started choking from his monstrous cock. He was too focused on burying his member in and out of your mouth, hitting your uvula, and allowing for tears to escape your eyes. âThat mouth of yours is heaven for me, honey,â he said, your chin on his hand as he released a deep, guttural groan. âMove your tongue around it.âÂ
âMmhângh!â Even if you were getting asphyxiated, fucking your throat was one of Sylusâs favorite foreplays. And so, like the obedient kitty you were, you started bobbing your head along to the rhythm of his thrusts. You also moved your tongue in circles around his shaft, and Sylusâs moans got louder, turning you on knowing that you were doing great at pleasuring the love of your life. You couldnât even taste him enough, your mouth was too sore and numb at that point.Â
Not even long after, he started angling his cock to your cheeks as if he was desperate to feel every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, you released his member with a pop, and the string of saliva ended up coating your chin. While you couldnât move your hand to wipe it off, you did try to move your wrists around the handcuff wondering if you could set yourself free.Â
âTrying to break free?â Sylusâs voice was so near your right ear, the weight of his body becoming heavier on top of you. âWeâre not done yet, darling.âÂ
A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss quickly calmed you down. You allowed Sylus to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting him lap you up like a meal he couldnât stop eating. And with every bite on your lower lip, you were whimpering like a helpless cat. âS-Sylus,â you begged, âS-Sy⊠IâŠâ
âHmm?â His mouth was now on your neck, suckling and nibbling on the skin until they would leave purple marks all over.Â
âMmh⊠I want you.âÂ
âNot so soon, birthday girl.â Sylusâs teasing led to him pulling away from you. Now, you were unsure of his next move. But your chest only continued to move in an unsteady rhythm, the lack of sight heightening your auditory sense as a compromise.Â
The next thing you knew, his manly hands started kneading at your breasts. He cupped them with such a force that made you stop breathing for a moment, focusing the sensation of his touch as he slightly pulled the padding of your corset to peek at one of your tits. In an instant, his mouth was attached to your nub. His tongue licked around your nipple, flicking it playfully before sucking and biting on your mounds.Â
âHaaah!âÂ
âThe twins did well in delivering this gift to you,â he made a subtle remark, releasing your tit from his mouth. His movements suggested he was moving down south, down to where your crotch was, and he only confirmed your thoughts when he began spreading your legs open and pulling your underwear to the side. âLook at how wet that pretty pussy is.âÂ
You moaned at the feeling of Sylusâs finger toying with your entrance. âT-The twins,â you barely said, squirming from the coil you were feeling inside your body. âWhat do you mean they delivered⊠the gift? Was it your idea after all?âÂ
Too bad you couldnât see his face, but you were sure as hell that there was a triumphant smile spreading on it. âHow else would they know your bra size, kitten?â he replied in a low voice before surprising you with the feeling of his tongue moving inside your slit, âOnly I have access to your body.âÂ
Fuck, fuck. You were going insane. âMhmângh! Aah!â
Sylusâs mouth was rough against your cunt, the tip of his nose tickling your clit as he continued spreading your labia apart to give himself better access inside your pussy. He completely devoured your sopping cunt, grunting and growling like a rabid dog as he alternated between french-kissing your pussy to burying his digits inside. His three fingers orchestrated deep and fast movements against your walls, with each stroke inside earning a wild whimper out of you.Â
âHaaahâ! Sylus, I⊠I canât hold it⊠anymore.âÂ
He found your sweet spot soon enough, and chuckled darkly as you tried to squirm like a pathetic little kitty under him. With your legs dangling on his shoulders, he resumed abusing your sore cunt by fingering your vulva until you were at your seventh heaven. And as soon as you felt the need to pee, you knew heâd only pick up the speed of his fingers even more.Â
âI-I⊠Please, Sy⊠IâmâŠâ
For the first time in your life, you felt yourself squirting all over his bed. Your hips raised itself involuntarily, legs shaking violently on top of his shoulders. The overstimulation was sending you to ecstasy, as if you were in a place where every pleasure in the world was given to you. In your extremely vulnerable state, Sylus chose to grab the opportunity and forced all eight inches of his member inside. He hushed your moans and whimpers by kissing you on the mouth, his lips encasing yours in a loving and passionate exchange.Â
This was the most erotic you had been with him.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy to me, Y/N.â His cock moved fast and hard inside you. You could even feel his member twitching as your tight walls gripped him like vacuum, milking him of his every seed until he was fully drained. His lips then trailed around your jawline, then onto the valleys in between your breasts while he went on to thrust even rougher than the last. He plowed his cock inside you like there was no tomorrow, rutting and rutting and rutting like he was desperate to reach his own climax. âThis pussy⊠Canât get enough of your sweet pussy, kitten.âÂ
âAhâaah! Mmhângh.âÂ
âMore?â
âY-Yes⊠please!âÂ
âHarder?â
âMhmm!âÂ
âFaster?âÂ
âS-Sylus!âÂ
âSuch a nasty girl you are,â he quipped, your hips now gripped by his strong hands as he sat in bed, readying for the final position. âNext time, Iâm gonna eat your ass.âÂ
Gosh. You were already feeling limp under him. And when you felt his hands ripping your panties off, you knew it was game over for you. He was a hungry beast whose desire for lust would make him the worst sinner in hell. You couldnât contain the loudness of your moans and whimpers as Sylus started thrusting into you at an otherworldly speed, your cunt feeling the soreness of his every slam. The skin-slapping sound dominated his entire room as your slick coated his entire length. At that point, he began biting on your lower leg, his cock doing its last twitch deep inside your cavern. He was balls deep inside, his bollocks slapping against your pussy with every jostle.Â
âC-CumâŠâ you pleaded, âInside me⊠Please.âÂ
But to your disappointment, Sylus pulled out. You didnât know where he was releasing his seed until you felt the warm liquid shooting at your stomach. Three times you had asked him to cum inside, and he still continued to refuse. You thought your birthday would have been an exception, but Sylus was too smart for that. He knew knocking you up would ruin his plans. Getting you pregnant would make him lose his chances with her.Â
âYou can sleep on my bed tonight, darling.â Sylus easily released your hand from the cuffs with his evol, and did his own effort in untying the blindfold around your eyes. Little did he know that your tired eyes actually carried pain inside. âClose your eyes now. Iâll take care of the rest.â
You watched as he walked toward his nightstand, oblivious to the pessimistic thoughts swirling in your mind. If only she never existed in his life. If only she was you instead.Â
âSylus.â You fixed your gaze on his face. âI love you.â
His eyes widened in panic for a moment before he masked it with indifference. It was as if your declaration had caught him off guard, as if your years of devotion hadnât already made it clear how deeply in love you were.Â
âYou shouldnât.â
~~
The N109 Zoneâs most famous nightclub was alive with pulsating lights and thumping bass on a Friday night, a den of excess and shadows where shady deals and dangerous liaisons were also par for the course. Sylus was dressed in his signature dark attire, leaning against a plush booth in the corner, and the red glow from the neon lights flickering off his white hair and crimson eyes. Meanwhile, you, draped in a red revealing dress that accentuated your every curve, moved with foxy grace as you joined Sylus at the booth.
Letâs just say Sylus didnât exactly approve of your dress tonight. He thought it was revealing too much skin that was supposedly for his eyes only. But ever since the night of your birthday where he didnât return your declaration of love, you started rebelling against your boss. Everything he disliked, you did out of spite. You did them out of the bitterness boiling inside you.Â
Across from you two, in a secluded corner of the club, sat Sylusâs business partner, a man whose sharp suit and cold gaze reflected a ruthless demeanor. The table between you was littered with documents and blueprints, a clear indication of the shady business transaction underwayâan armory deal of massive proportions, weapons, and munitions that could alter the balance of power in the underworld. Sylusâs arsenal of weapons could already destroy Linkon City if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. It would be too much an easy disposal.
Nonetheless, Sylusâs eyes sparkled with approval as he glanced at the stacks of weaponry displayed before him. âI must say, Iâm impressed,â he remarked with a sly grin. âThe quality of your armory is unparalleled, Davis. You really outdid yourself this time.â
The business partner, clearly pleased, gave a curt nod. âI aim to please. But payment in cash alone doesnât always satisfy, does it?â
Sylus leaned back, his gaze shifting to you. You were just settling next to him, your quiet presence commanding everyoneâs attention as the low neckline of your red dress drew admiring glances from his business partner. Sylus was quick to notice the manâs eyes lingering on your breasts, a hint of predatory interest flickering in the old manâs gaze.
âSeems like my partner here is quite taken with you,â Sylus mused, hinting at a dangerous edge in his voice. âHow about it? Would you like something other than money for your trouble?â
Mr. Davisâs eyes never left you as he smirked, a flicker of greed clouding his gaze. It was obvious to everyone in that booth that the old geezer was undressing you with his eyes. âWhat do you have in mind?â
Sylusâs smile grew sharper. âY/N here is quite the treasure. If youâre interested, she could be yours for the night. Do what you want with her. What do you say?â
Unbelievable! Stunned by his words, you quickly turned to Sylus in protest. You couldnât believe he was offering you like some whore to that old man, but you had to hide your disgust after meeting Sylusâs glowing carmine eyes shooting you a knowing look. Just play along and stay quiet, you could almost hear his voice in your head.Â
Mr. Davisâs perverted gaze remained fixed on you, clearly tempted as he battled with the demons in his head. And at your bossâs signal, you were ordered to walk towards Mr. Davis apprehensively, sitting on his lap while keeping the disgust you were feeling from showing. His hand soon grazed your thigh, the other squeezing your breast. âThatâs a tempting offer,â commented the old man, a triumphant grin on display, âBut Iâd be a fool to refuse a bad bitch like her.â
âGood,â Sylus said, his tone suddenly serious as he slid a sleek, black gun from the table. He idly toyed with the handgun, clearly unfazed. âLetâs finalize our deal then. Iâll just take this gun youâve provided. Donât mind if I do a little âquality testingâ,â he added with a chilling smile, loading the magazine with .45 ACP bullets.
The business partnerâs eyes widened in realization as Sylusâs hand tightened around the weapon. Panic soon flashed across Mr. Davisâs face before he desperately pushed you off his lap and scrambled to his feet, hoping to de-escalate the rift he had caused with the Onychinus leader. âWait, Mr. Sylus! I-I didnât mean to offend. Iâm not going to steal your lady, I swear! Donâtââ
But just as you expected, Sylusâs expression remained cold and unyielding. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was sharp and final, cutting through the pulsating music and leaving a deadly silence in its wake. Mr. Davis quickly dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open and the hole on the side of his head leaking with dark, red blood.Â
Your eyes remained cool and detached as you watched the scene unfold, your expression too unreadable for the killer next to you. Youâve seen worse things while living in the N109 Zone, right? was Sylusâs inner thoughts as he placed the gun back on the table, his gaze steady while regarding the now lifeless body of his former business partner. The carpet was now drenched with an unsightly amount of blood.Â
Just then, the twins, Luke and Kieran immediately swung the door open with a guarded stance, worried that something had happened to the Onychinus leader whom you all served under. But upon looking at Mr. Davisâs fresh corpse sprawled out on the floor, both twins merely shrugged it off, praising their boss for dealing with the old man in a brutal fashion.Â
âLeave us for a while,â Sylus instructed the twins, pulling you closer by gripping your waist, âIf any of Davisâs men try to come in, kill them with no mercy.âÂ
âRoger that, boss.âÂ
As soon as the door was closed, Sylus turned to you, you recognized a demonic glow in his eyes as he tugged at the neckline of your dress. âYou,â he spoke under his breath, âare testing my patience.âÂ
~~
You werenât sure how to feel about it.
Heck, you couldnât tell if you were even turned on by it, but Sylus fucking you in front of a dead man did bring in a rush of adrenaline in you. This was the fourth time he had killed a man for desiring you, and while he would usually play it off and say he was just feeling bloodthirsty at the time those incidents happened, this was the first time he was compelled to actually touch you next to a man he had just mercilessly shot. It was as though he was trying to prove a point, that dead or alive, no other man would have the pleasure of having you.Â
âS-Sylus,â you let out a whimper, knees beginning to feel sore as your boss continued to hit you from behind, hips snapping against your bum in a rough, merciless manner. A stinging sensation was soon felt on your butt cheek as Sylus sent a hard, crisp slap on your ass. âMmhâ!âÂ
His nails dug into your hips, jostling you forwards and backwards so your ass could meet the base of his cock with how deep he was plowing himself into you. You had already creamed around his member multiple times that night, too satiated by the possessiveness Sylus was showing towards you, and yet, the signs of him stopping seemed to be a far end of the line.Â
âDid you enjoy my show, kitten?â he asked, a question borne from feelings of spite, âDid you like how he was gawking at your tits? Look at his pathetic face now. You see that?âÂ
Sylus grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at Mr. Davisâs lifeless body for a good minute. A minute to remember such a ghastly image for the rest of your life. And only after he was satisfied at the fright in your eyes did he start pulling you by the hair, only to then wrap a tight hand around your neck. You couldnât breathe. You were choking from his hand, restrained to receive any bit of air down your throat. The strong smell of iron, gun powder, and leather was also beginning to intoxicate you, and you knew you were a minute away from passing out. But Sylus was too enraged to stop, his mind was a toxic fire you couldnât easily extinguish and the only thing you could do was allow him to take his anger out on you.Â
âHnngh! Sy⊠SylusâŠâ you cried, moaning as his hard thrust almost sent you forward to his business partnerâs corpse. The pressure on your windpipe was too strong that barely any sound came out of your mouth. âSylus, Iâm all y-yours, my love. Ahâaah! All⊠yours.âÂ
He did loosen his grip on your neck, because he had pulled you by the chin to spit into your mouth. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his, your chest undulating in heavy breaths as he began to grope your tits from behind. âDress like a whore again,â he whispered a warning into your ear, âand I wouldnât hesitate to treat you like one.âÂ
Your mind, too numbed by the overstimulation all over your body, couldnât fully grasp the words he had just spoken. All you knew was that he pressed you further down the carpeted floor, with your ass high up and your body down low. The next thing he did was to spread your butt cheeks apart to gape at the exact hole he was destroying.Â
Sore. Too sore. Too numb. Too⊠Too⊠âSylus, Iâm g-gonnaâŠâÂ
âFuck,â he cussed, accelerating his thrusts at an animalistic speed, his deep breaths turning into a guttural groan as he chased his high. His cum was thick when they landed on your face, and the taste was sweet and salty when he forced the rest of his cum onto the back of your throat. You gagged as he hit your uvula, drool oozing at the corner of your mouth as you choked and yet managed to swallow every drop of his semen.Â
Like a good girl, for him. Always.Â
You didnât exactly black out afterward. You were caught in a liminal state, not fully awake but not unconscious either, as you collapsed onto the floor. Sylus discarded you like a toy heâd grown tired of. If you had been more aware, you would have immediately noticed the abrupt shift in his behavior. The sound of his fading footsteps made you realize that the man you loved so obsessively had just left you in that booth, right next to a dead man.
âY/N?â
âY/N. Hey, you okay?âÂ
The coat soon enveloping your body wasnât Sylusâs; it belonged to one of the twins, and you could feel yourself being carried in his arms.Â
âLukeâŠ?â you murmured weakly.Â
âNo, itâs Kieran,â he clarified, since his older brother was occupied with disposing of Mr. Davisâs body. âIâm taking you home.âÂ
You clung to his shoulder, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for Sylusâs distinctive white hair. âWhaâ? Whereâs he? Where is SyââÂ
âBoss already left.â His words felt like a blow. âYou know heâs dangerous when heâs angry, so you should just go home for today.âÂ
You tried to wriggle free from Kieranâs grasp, confused by the sudden turn of events. âBut what did I do? Why is he angry with me?âÂ
âItâs not you, just⊠complicated,â were the last words you heard before exhaustion overtook you, unaware that you were now outside the nightclub.Â
Continuing to squirm from Kieranâs hold, you cried, âWhat do you mean complicated!â
âLuke and I tried to warn you, Y/N,â he said, grimly, as if he felt bad for you. âYouâre not supposed to mess with his emotions. Those feelings are reserved for another.â
~~
The night air in the N109 Zone felt heavy and suffocating. It had been a month since Sylus had abruptly cut off contact with you, leaving you in a state of uncertainty, overthinking, and anger. When he had asked you to take a break from work, you already found his command suspicious, and then the silence that followed was a deafening confirmation of your suspicion. No texts, no calls, and every attempt to visit Onychinusâs base was continuously met with cold dismissal.Â
With this, you found yourself at your makeshift gun range, the repetitive bang of the shots echoing in the dimly lit space. The targets were riddled with holes, each bullet a release of your pent-up frustration. Your thoughts were a tempest of spiteful musings: how you should have maxed out his credit card for everything it was worth if you had known he was going to just dump you. The thought of doing so now felt petty, but it also served as a bitter reminder of how easily he had discarded you that night.
But amid your rage, a more serious thought began to surface. Sylusâs avoidance wasnât merely a cruel game or a sudden whim; it seemed to hint at something deeper, something more troubling. Was there something he wasnât telling you? Had something happened that he couldnât or wouldnât explain?
You should probably confront him, but you needed a sign. Barging into Onychinusâs base without prior notice would be a suicide wish, so you had to have a reason on showing up unannounced. A sign. You desperately needed one, and perhaps the universe was toying with you, but the very sign you were looking for came in the form of a mechanical crow that landed on the lightpost. Its red eyes glowed like lasers through the night, tilting its head as it looked at your way.Â
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âMephisto,â you breathed a sigh of relief. Did Sylus send him to watch over you?Â
With your confidence growing back, you decided to finally confront the situation head-on. This cold war would bring you nothing but a painful whirl of overthinking. And so, you returned to Onychinusâs base that night, your anger tempered by a new, steely resolve. As usual, the base was as imposing and foreboding as ever, its corridors silent except for the occasional echo of footsteps.
Where is everyone?Â
As you neared Sylusâs quarters, your heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation. You approached his door, and through the thin walls, you could hear soft, unfamiliar voices. Your breath was caught in your throat as you recognized a womanâs voice, distinct and unfamiliar, but laced with a strange resonance that made your skin crawl.
âFrom the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said weâre âthe sameâ... One wouldnât treat a stranger like that, so⊠donât tell me you like me. Is this all so you can get my attention?âÂ
âŠ
âYouâre so gullible, kitten.âÂ
The twins, who were lounging nearby and keeping an eye on things as usual, saw you by their bossâs door and exchanged knowing glances. Luke, with his usual smirk, leaned in. âOh, look who decided to show up. Youâre just in time.â
Kieran, with a more serious tone, added, âHeâs got a guest in there. A hunter from Linkon, with an Aether Core, no less.â
Your heart sank. The mention of an Aether Core was a dagger to your already shattered heart. Sylusâs connection to you had always been complex, but it was a lot different with this other woman he had been keeping an eye on for the longest time. They were marked by their shared Aether Core, which tied them together in ways you could never fully understand. To hear that he had met the girl he had been searching for with the same rare core was like a death knell.
âSince when did Sylus bring her here?â you asked the twins, struggling to keep your emotions in check. This was the real reason Sylus had asked you to take a breakâhe knew that the presence of this girl would push you to the edge of losing all sense of morality. For the first time in your life, he saw you as a threat. An enemy.Â
Luke responded with a shrug. âA couple weeks ago after she leaked her information in The Nest. Boss has been trying to resonate with her, you see. So donât mind their little bonding moments.âÂ
Kieran took the initiative to drag his older brother away. âWe gotta get going. Donât cause a scene, Y/N. You wonât like it when our boss is angry.âÂ
Disregarding the twinsâ words, you pressed your hand against the door, the muffled sounds of conversation and the soft rustling of fabric seeping through. The realization of what this meant was crushing. Sylusâs soul was bound to this new woman in ways you could never compete with. And the anguish of this discovery broke you inside.Â
Why? Why canât it be me?Â
With trembling hands, you turned the knob and pushed open the door just a crack to peer inside. The sight that met your eyes was enough to confirm your worst fears. Sylus was there, his attention fully on the woman from Linkon that he had pinned down on his bed, a tenderness in his gaze that had never been directed at you.Â
Unable to bear the sight any longer, you quietly closed the door and retreated, and Sylusâs head turning in your direction only made you hide even further. You were already taking hurried steps before he could catch up to you. But then again, what kind of idiot would he be to leave that fragile girl alone to run after a woman he didnât even care about? You were nothing but a placeholder for her, warming her seat temporarily before she finally came into the picture. And now that she was here, you were easily cast aside like worn-out clothing, no longer bearing any purpose for him.Â
ââŠI hate you,â you muttered, the words barely a whisper as they escaped from your trembling lips. Running through the hallways had quickly become exhausting, each step felt like a drag with the weight of your emotions. âI hate you, Sylus.â
Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, grasped the Beryl pendant that hung around your neck. The sharp pain from the necklaceâs chain digging into your skin only added to your anguish. And with a frustrated cry, you yanked the pendant off and hurled it down the hallway. The pendant skittered across the polished floor, its once-beautiful gleam now discarded like mere rubbish.
âWhat did we tell you?â The twinsâ imaginary voices were mocking you in your head, their taunts reverberating through your thoughts as you headed out of the base with no footsteps following you behind. It became clear to you that Sylus had chosen to stay with the girl instead of chasing after you. âJust because boss gave you a chance, doesnât mean heâll actually date you! You poor thing! Youâre just a game he likes to play!âÂ
âStop. Stop!â You had to press your hands into your ear, suppressing the torture that your mind was creating. Â
You decided to run away. Far, far away from Onychinusâs base. Far away from Sylusâs reach.Â
Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, your mind still reeling in jealousy from the events you saw earlier. The image of the woman pinned under him, her dark hair and fair skin, had your hands shaking from the anger in your heart. She was as beautiful as he described, as radiant as heâd often whisper about in his dreams. And now that she was within his reach, did you really think he would let her go?Â
~~
The night was cold, the air biting at your skin as you walked aimlessly, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and tortuous thoughts. The betrayal, the hurt, the lingering sense of being usedâall of it churned within you, making your steps heavy and your heart even heavier.
âI⊠hate you,â you murmured under your breath.Â
As you turned down a dark alley, a sudden prickle of unease crawled up your spine. You quickened your pace, but the sound of a second set of footsteps followed closely behind you. Panic set in as soon as you realized you were being stalked.Â
Before you could react, however, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, blocking your path. The manâs eyes gleamed with malice, a cruel smile spreading across his face. âYou no longer have Sylus to protect you,â he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. It was one of Davisâs men. âYou're all alone now, and I'm going to make you pay for the death of our master.â
Fear gripped you like a tightrope, but before the man could take another step, a swirling mist of black-red enveloped him. The pressure of the mist seemed to squeeze his entire body, forcing him to his knees, his screams of terror cut short as if the mist were obeying commands from an unseen master.
You turned around, your heart pounding, to see Sylus standing at the edge of the alley. His domineering eyes bore into yours in a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation. âShould I kill this guy? Yes or no?â His voice was low and raspy. âMy decision depends on you, kitten.â
Your gaze hardened after hearing the term of endearment he was now recycling with the hunter girl from Linkon. âI can handle him,â was your cold reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You drew your gun with a swift motion and fired repeatedly, each shot bouncing in the narrow alley. The manâs body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Sylus watched you with an appraising look. âImpressive. Still feisty as ever.â
You then pointed your gun towards him, but keeping a safe enough distance. âWhy were you following me?â you demanded, your tone cold as ice.
A chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway. âMy own assistant wants to kill her boss? Now, isnât that a spectacle?â
âShut up!â you yelled, finger tightening on the trigger. âI donât care if one bullet wonât kill you. I can shoot you enough times to make sure youâd at least feel some pain.â
Sylus sighed before reaching into his pocket and revealed the necklace, the red beryl pendant glinting in the dim light. âYou forgot your gift,â he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.
You stared at the necklace, feeling a sting in your heart that you couldnât ignore. âIâm not worthy of such a gift,â you replied monotonously, âGive it to her if you want. And also, take this night as my formal resignation as your assistant."
Sylusâs eyes widened, a rare look of surprise crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It seemed as if he was truly, genuinely stunned, caught off guard by your decision.
I canât back out now. You repeated it like a desperate mantra in your mind as you turned and walked away, leaving Sylus standing alone in the dark alley, the necklace still clutched in his hand. You were done with his games, done with being played. You were determined to leave him behind, until suddenly, he vanished into a puff of black smoke. Dark feathers floated in the spot where he had stood moments ago. To your shock, he reappeared behind you, his hand forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
You struggled, trying to wrench his hand away. âLet goââ
But he silenced you with a bruising kiss, locking his lips around yours despite your desperate punches to his chest. He only pulled away when he felt your warm tears streaming down your face, looking at you with a gaze full of unwanted sympathy. Sympathy that cut deeper than any blade.
âAre you happy sheâs back in your life?â you choked out, your voice trembling as you stared at him with tear-filled eyes.
Sylus responded with a hesitant hum. âI am.â
You inhaled shakily, his answer shattering your heart. âThen, why are you here?â
â...I donât know.â His crimson eyes reflected the sorrowful glow of the moon peeking from behind his head.
âDo you intend to keep me as your lover?â you asked, forcing him to confront his true intentions.
Sylus took a long, agonizing moment to respond, as if wrestling with a tumultuous storm of emotionsâthe pros and cons, the rights and wrongs. Finally, he spoke, and his words were a dagger to your soul.
âNo,â he said at last, his hand retreating from your face. He stepped back and turned the distance between you into a chasm of heartbreak. âItâs been nice working with you, Y/N. Iâll send you a yearâs worth of salary for your dedication to me. This should be the last time we meet.â
The weight of his words crashed down on you like an earthquake, and the full reality of your situation made it hard for you to breathe. Yes, it was a gut-punch. You were breaking in half, your heart shattering beyond repair because the pain was too much. It was all too much for a person to take, and it twisted something dark inside you.
âIf I canât have you,â you began, your voice shaking with an amalgam of rage and despair, âthen no one can.â
Sylusâs eyes narrowed. âY/N, you wonât dareââ
âIâll kill her,â you spat, your tone dripping with venom. Your vow was laced with a genuine resolve, as if it were a promise you had embedded in stone. âThe next time I see her, Iâll end her in the most brutal way I can. I swear it.â
His eyes flashed with a sinister light, one eye emitting a faint glow like a candlelight in a dark room. âIf you try to go near her,â he said, his voice low and menacing, âIâll kill you first.â
A twisted smile spread across your face, and madness began to gleam in your eyes. Driven to the brink of insanity, you laughedâa wild, almost feral sound that scared even the rats hiding in the darkest places.
âThen, do it,â you challenged, the final thread of your sanity snapping as he raised a finger, and the tendrils of his black-red mist soon swirling around you and crushing your bones with its pressure. âYouâve already taken everything from me, Sylus. Finish what you started.âÂ
SECOND PART
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace x you#lads x reader#lads x you#l&ds x reader#l&ds x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus angst#sylus smut#sylus fic#lads smut#lads angst#lads sylus
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Oh no mr diesel youve caught me in a sexually revealing situation how could this have happened oh noooo
#Teehee. Being brought in as shawns girlfriend and then ohhh no im banging razor now how could this have haaappeneeeed#There is. Something about cuckoldry despite the frankly fucking stupid name#Imagine being cucked by sunny lmfaoooooo#I think shes cute. Vehicular manslaughter queen#Which is just to say can I fucking join or what#Thinking about marty saying hes seen shawn do it hmmmm.#Is that really just a normal guy thing from the 80s that I dont know about or is it just a teensy bit fruity#Orrrr..both#What would diesels emoji even be. They are like a kpop group to me. Too sweet is their aegyo#Hes so hot I miss him. Well#đ#And friends
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I find it so funny when ppl say that Katniss has no personality, she's so cute and funny! Like do you not remember when she...
1. Thought Finnick was making out with Peetas corpse and was like "damn didn't know he was fruity like that"
2. When Gale confessed his love for her and she was STRIAGHT up like "yeah I know" đ
3. Saw Peeta had been crying after the first reaping and immediately thinks "damn he's good, playing the weak sympathy card". Like girl he thinks he's gonna die! He's gonna die!
4. Katniss and Finnick wearing the green face cream in CF and scaring the fuck outta Peeta on the beach
5. Just her and Haymitch, especially the first book
6. "I decided to go ahead and like Boggs" - thanks for letting us know queen đ
7. In MJ when they're trying to film the propos, and she's just horrible at it
8. In the first book when she's trying to drain the pus out of Peetas leg and she just so goddmaned grossed out
9. Saw the cupcakes at the Capitol party and immediately thought that Peeta would love the frosting details
10. In MJ when Gale and Peeta are talking about Katniss choosing one of them, she's just like "gonna leave you two bums here, don't need this shit"
11. Everytime she was unaware of people flirting with her or just being nice. She always think there's some hidden motive... like girl they're your family and friends, they just like you as a person
12. "Nobody needs me" "I do, I need you". Katniss finally admitting her love for Peeta and realises that she can't live without him!! It's such an important part of her growth towards Peeta and no one talks about it!! The girl how has survived everything finally needs not just something, but SOMEONE. And it's HIM (I'm so normal about this I swear)
13. Sassying buttercup at every turn
14. She has the same vibe as goop from Meet The Robinsons (especially with Madge). "Hey Katniss, wanna eat lunch together?" "Hey Katniss, wanna go for a walk into town later"
She's there like:
#thg#the hunger games#the hunger games cf#katniss my beloved#katniss everdeen#peeta supremacy#peeta mellark#haymitch abernathy#effie trinket#thg mockingjay#mockingjay#catching fire#cf#mj
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