#selfish fanfic

[itshotsht]

Writing is such an interesting thing to do. The ideas keep swimming in my head and sometimes it’s very overwhelming. There’s so much noise and so much excitement to get the work done and out, sometimes I find it very hard to keep a healthy balance. I either write 17 pages in a row or don’t write at all. Sometimes I write a paragraph and other times I write half a page and it’s okay. I’ve learned to work with my inconsistency and stopped being so hard on me. I have (self imposed) schedules because I love this fic and I’m aware there’s a couple people reading, but I’ve learned to respect the fact that I’ve got a full-time job outside of fanfiction and that it’s okay to work in my own pace. I’ve come back to (finally) work on my latest chapter and I’m trying my best to let go of the fact that it’s been almost a year since I’ve updated. It’s about the creativity and the love I’ve got for these characters, it’s about community and shared interest in Bonnie and her life. It’s about honouring her in the ways that the creators were NEVER able (or wanted) to honour her. So, to readers out there that have found Selfish - thank you so much for your patience. Thank you for rocking with me and for leaving such helpful comments/messages and overall support.

P.S.: feel free to drop me a line here or on ao3. Anon or otherwise I’m happy to chat with people!

[itshotsht]

Reposting this again now that I’ve restarted working on my fic

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[otrtbs]

me when i confront etsy sellers for selling my fanfic sometimes...

[atzloverr]

Selfish desire

Summary: Something’s off about him. After the sudden disappearance of your classmate Jeong Yunho, you find yourself having to work on a project with the mysterious and weirdly attractive Park Seonghwa.

You immediately notice his unexplainable secrecy, as you *try* to get to know your classmate. Just what could he be hiding from you?

(THE WARNINGS AND PAIRINGS MAY INCLUDE SPOILERS)

WARNING: this story includes kidnapping, abuse, violence, yandere themes and stalking. You read at your own risk! (fem reader) Find more in depth tags on ao3

PAIRINGS: Hongjoong x reader, Seonghwa x reader, Yunho x reader, Hongjoong x Seonghwa

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4.5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Cherrywood

(2-2)

Short story # 19

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - After seeing the state of your orchard, Daemon makes you an offer he believes you cannot refuse. But when you decline his offer, he is left to wonder what it would take to make you agree. And if perhaps it would be easier to just take you away.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 17 minutes

"So sweetling, mind telling me where I am?" Daemon asked as he sat at the table within the cottage, happily accepting the morning meal (Y/n) placed before him. "Cherrywood orchard, my childhood home." She explained with a small smile, proud of her homestead. "That name sounds familiar." He mused in thought. "The cherrys from my orchard are often sent to the Castle in Kingslanding." She sat across from him, a small plate of food before her. "Ah yes Cherrywood orchard, the home of the best cherries in all of Westeros." Daemon hummed with a charming smile. "I wouldn't go that far." (Y/n) smiled faintly, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her neck from the Prince's intense gaze. "Oh but I would." He teased playfully, his attention snapping to the whimpers coming from another room. "Leo I nearly forgot about him!" (Y/n) hissed as she rushed across the cottage.

Daemon watched with amusement when (Y/n) opened the door leading to the whimpers, only for her to be barreled down to the floor by an excited sheepdog. "Leo calm down it's okay. Yes yes I know I know." She mused to the excited dog, as she got back up from the floor, dusting off her skirts. She intended on taking him outside, but hesitated when she suddenly remembered the crimson dragon, who lay just beyond the walls of her home. "M-my Prince... I well I." She stammered, trying to figure out how to put together her words, but failing measurably. "What is it sweetling?" He asked, rising from his seat, and approaching her. "Well... I need to go out and assess the orchard after the storm, and Leo always joins me in the orchard... But your dragon... I'm afraid of what he might do." She admitted, and Daemon smiled softly. "He will do you, nor your loyal pup, any harm. I will accompany you to ensure it." He offered her his arm, his well tailored clothes a stark contrast to her plan dress that she'd made two summers ago. "O-oh alright." She stammered again, not used to the attentions of a man, let alone one of such nobility.

Exiting the cottage, (Y/n) made sure Leo heeled behind her, so as to not tempt the mighty beast, who lay in wait. And when they stepped outside, Caraxes attention was drawn to them, seemingly contempt and as docile as before. Much to (Y/n)'s relief. "He's incredible, isn't he?" Daemon mused aloud, breaking away from (Y/n)'s side to approach his loyal dragon. "Yes... Albeit a bit terrifying." (Y/n) admitted, signaling for Leo to run off to the barn, where he could be with Zero and out of sight of the dragon. "You shouldn't be afraid, you have nothing to fear. He proved that last night when he allowed you to bring me here." The Prince said, placing his hands against the dragons muzzle affectionately. "Perhaps, but still he is like nothing I've ever faced before, and that frightens me." She again admitted to how she felt around the creature, yet still standing her ground and refusing to run away like her body begged her to.

"Come here, you should meet him properly." Daemon offered his hand to her, a warm and comfortable smile on his face, which eased her anxiety a little. "If he eats me, I'll never forgive you." (Y/n) stated as she stepped forward, her words drawing a laugh from the Rouge Prince. "I understand." He said with a grin, taking her hand once she was within reach, and pulling her to stand directly beside himself and Caraxes. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you." Daemon assured her, noticing the fear on her face. "Just relax." He added as he took her hand, and slowly moved it to rest against Caraxes snout. The dragon blew air from his nose at them, much like he had the night before. Only this time he was far more relaxed, knowing that his master was well again. "He likes you." Daemon whispered close to her ear, having stepped closer to her until his chest pressed against her back.

"What makes you so sure?" (Y/n) asked without thought. "He usually only ever does that to me." The Prince stated, moving her hand to rub gently across the dragons scales. "You hear that rumble?" He asked her in a hushed tone, the smile evident in his voice. "Yes." She whispered, entranced by the beast before her. "He's purring, like a great big cat." He said with amusement, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "He really is the most incredible thing I've ever seen." She breathed out dreamily, her fears completely washed away, and replaced with pure awe. "He's even more incredible when he flies." Daemon mused, his lilac eyes turning to observe (Y/n) more closely. "I imagine so." She smiled, enraptured with the feel of Caraxes scaled beneath her hand. Suddenly the moment was broken by the loud caws of a flock of nearby crows, drawing (Y/n)'s attention back to her homestead.

"I really should see what damage the storm has done to my orchard." She stated, slowly pulling away from Caraxes and Daemon both. Her cheeks a flush of pink, only having just noticed how close the Prince had gotten to her. "Yes, of course." Daemon agreed, following her and commanding in valyrian for Caraxes to stay put. When they neared the orchard, the Rouge Prince noticed the way (Y/n)'s breathing had hitched. And when he noticed several of the cherry trees broken and destroyed, he understood her sudden change in mood. And wondered silently what this would mean for her. "Oh no." She breathed out in a soft whisper, picking up her shirts slightly before jogging further into the orchard. Daemon chased after her, intent on keeping her within his line of sight. "Gods be good, nearly half the orchard is destroyed!" (Y/n) said as silent tears rolled down her cheeks, Daemon pulled her into his embrace, trying to sooth her.

"It will be alright." The Rouge Prince said in a calm tone, his hands tightening around her waist, when she pulled back to look him in the face. "No it won't be alright. This is all I have, this is my entire livelihood. Without a full orchard I cannot provide the Red Keep with cherries, or the other settlements my produce is shipped off to." Her throat tightened as the realization of it all came crashing over her. Causing her to bury her face into Daemons chest, much to his satisfaction. "What can we do to fix this?" He asked as his hands rubbed soothingly at her back. "New trees will have to be planted in early spring next season, and it will take four to seven years before they will bare fruit that can be harvested." She hiccuped a little at the end. "Deals that have already been made with several settlements will have to be broken, and their coin returned to them. I can still provide the Royal Castle with Cherries, but as the years go by the orders get larger and larger for the Castle." She pulled away to look into his lilac eyes. She looked like that of a broken child, weeping for things that cannot be fixed.

"Why not leave this all behind? Come with me, forget about this life, and the struggles that come with it." He offered her with a charming smile, certain that she would take his offer in a heartbeat. "That is kind of you my Prince, but I cannot just abandon this place. It is my home. I was born here, and I will die here like my family has." She smiled through her tears, and Daemon had to force a kind smile, annoyed that she didn't simply take his offer. "What happened to your family?" He asked, intent on changing the subject for a brief time. "My mother died of a fever when I was barely a woman, and the following year my father was in a farming accident while helping an old family friend. He later died from an infection we could not battle. My elder brother was murdered a few years ago by a thief attempting to steal from our home. I held him in my arms as he bled out... I witnessed all of their deaths." She frowned deeply, remembering their faces in their last moments all to well.

"I buried each of them, below a great willow tree, where I hope to be buried one day. Once more reunited with them all." A few more tears escaped her glossy eyes, and Daemon wiped them away with his thumbs. "But who will bury you, if their is no one left?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm afraid I do not know." She shook her head, her piercing eyes staring into his own. "Sweetling... This is no life for a beautiful woman such as yourself. You should be wrapped in fine silks, drinking wine, and not worrying or wanting for anything." He placed a gentle kiss against her forehead, hoping he could still charm her into accepting his offer. "I am merely a common woman, this is my destiny, and my place. I am not a noble woman, and I do not belong to a prominent house. And all I want is a warm hearth, dry shelter, and a meal in my stomach. It's all I can ask." She leaned into his touch as he held her face between his strong hands, hoping not to upset him by rejecting him for a second time. He gave her a tight lipped smile, trying desperately to keep his temper in check.

"You are a fine woman, and you deserve the world. I hope one day you will have that." He let go of her face, and took a small step back. Already brewing a plan within his depraved mind to get exactly what he wants. "Besides you said so yourself, my cherries are the best in Westeros. I cannot simply give that up because times are hard." She smiled sweetly. 'Fuck the cherries, you should be mine!' Daemon thought to himself, but only smiled kindly at her. "Well there is much work to be done, and I need to send word to the settlements about what has happened to my orchard." (Y/n) stated with a sad look upon her pretty face once more. "I will assist you." The Prince offered, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to coax her into being swayed by him. "Oh my Prince, you shouldn't bother yourself with such things." (Y/n) said in a soft tone, making him smile at her. "I insist, it's the least I can do, after all you saved my life." He said smoothly, smirking darkly when she ducked her head in embarrassment. "I suppose you're right." She mumbled as she nervously toyed with the cuff of her sleeve. "Just tell me what you need done, and I'll see it gets done." Daemon said in a charming way, pulling one of her hands up to place a small kiss against her knuckles, again smirking when she blushed deeply.

"V-very well... We'll need an axe from the barn, and Zero will have to be put into his harnesses and hooked to a wagon, to haul all of the wood back to the house." (Y/n) stated as she began walking towards the barn, with the Prince hot on her heels. For several hours they worked tirelessly, cleaning up the debris of the destroyed cherry trees. Daemon chopping the wood into smaller pieces with the axe, while (Y/n) hauled those pieces to the wagon and stacked them accordingly. Barely into the work, the Prince had decided it best to remove his leather tunic, and work in his loose white top. Which became wet from his sweat as he continued to work, the garment sticking to his broad back, and occasionally his chest. And often times (Y/n) found herself staring at him in such a state, mesmerized by how elegant he still looked in such a state. Much to Daemons pleasure, he would smirk and even wink whenever he caught her staring at him. Certain now that should he ask her again, she might be more inclined to accept his offer. When the wagon was full, (Y/n) made note of how much more wood needed to be cleared out. "We should take this load back, and then take a small break." She said to the Prince, trying not to stare when he turned her way.

"Alright." He smiled charmingly, before picking up the hem of his shirt to wipe way the sweat on his brow. (Y/n) audibly squeaked at the sight, averting her eyes quickly. Daemon chuckled softly at the sound, greatly amused by her shy nature. When he approached she grabbed Zeros reins and began leading him back to the barn, where the wood would be stacked and stored for the winter. It wasn't the best wood to burn now, as it was still green. But by winter it will have dried out, and would burn wonderfully on cold nights. "I cannot imagine you would have made so much progress on your own." The Prince mused as he walked beside her. "No I don't imagine I would have." She agreed with a small smile, shivering a little in a good way, when she felt the Prince place his hand against the small of her back. "It is a wonder you do not have a husband already." He said casually. "I do not get out much, my time is mostly spent here. And the men I have met are either already married, or have no interest in a woman such as myself." (Y/n) admitted. "They are fools not to be charmed by you." Daemon said. Making the young maiden blush deeply, like he had so many times in a single day.

"That is kind of you to say." She mumbled shyly, making him grin. After they'd unloaded the wagon, (Y/n) let Zero out into the pasture to graze and relax for a while. Then they went inside to rest themselves, and eat a small meal to keep up their energies. "You truly are a magnificent creature, it is no wonder Caraxes allowed you to help me." The Prince mused as he sipped the glass of cherry wine she'd offered him. "You are to kind." (Y/n) ducked her head, trying to focus on the food before her. A simple meal, one of salted meat, bread, cheese, and half an apple. The same before the Prince who seemed more occupied with watching her. "Did you make this wine?" He asked before taking another generous sip. "Yes I did, four summers ago. It has been aging since today. I hope it is to your liking." She said meekly, peering at him with curiosity. "The best wine I've had in some time." He praised. "Thank you my Prince." She beamed at him with a smile, clearly proud of her work, and proud she'd pleased him. "Is there anything you cannot do?" He asked playfully, and she thought for a moment. "I cannot play any instruments, never had the time to learn." She concluded, making Daemon chuckle.

"You are a wonder." He mused with a grin. "You give me to much credit." (Y/n) said with a warm glow about her. "And you cease to amaze me." He countered, with a wink. "I should go feed Zero and Leo." (Y/n) stated suddenly, clearly growing flustered by his praise and flirting. "I would like to join you." He said as he followed her. "You don't have to." She insisted, but he only smiled at her, following her outside. Once outside he couldn't help but grasp her arm, turning her attention back to him, hoping he'd charmed her enough to have swayed her mind. "Are you certain you would not rather live a relaxing life with me in the Red Keep?" He asked her in a soft voice. Though when her smile fell, he felt anger bubble in his chest. "I am sorry my Prince, but as I've said, my place is here." She offered him a sad smile, which was quickly replaced by fear, at the deep scowl that had overtaken his soft demeanor. "I have been noticing but kind to you, and yet you deny me?" He hissed, his anger becoming evident. "I will ask you one more time." His grip on her arm tightened painfully. "Come with me." Though it sounded more like a demand than a request. "N-no please let go of me!" (Y/n) stammered as she tried breaking away from him.

Caraxes stirred from his place, becoming alert as he watched the two. "That is the wrong answer." The Rouge Prince hissed, before striking (Y/n) so hard she fell unconscious. He caught her in his arms before she could fall to the ground, gently cradling her in his arms. "You are coming back with me, whether you like it or not." He muttered to her, as he brushed her hair out of her face. Afterwards he mounted Caraxes with her securely in his arms, taking flight but merely hovering over her homestead. "Dracarys." He ordered Caraxes, who set ablaze her home, what remained of the orchard, and even the barn. Leaving the dog and horse to fend for themselves in the pasture, before flying back to Kingslanding. The trip was short on dragonback, and once inside the dragonpit Daemon dismounted Caraxes, with (Y/n) still in his hold. Everyone he passed gave him questioning looks, but no one dare ask him who the woman was, and why she was here.

Hours later (Y/n) began to stir awake, groaning softly at the dull pain in her head. But as she nestled within the bed, she realized it was much different from her own. Plush and luxurious compared to her bed, the blankets feeling like fine silk and linen. When she cracked open her eyes, she observed a fine canopy above her, something her bed did not have. And suddenly everything came back to her, and she was filled with fear. Sitting up quickly she tried rushing out of the bed, only to be pulled back by her ankle, and falling to the cold stone floor. She had screamed momentarily, thinking someone had ahold of her, but she quickly realized it was in fact a metal cuff around her ankle, which was chained to the bedpost. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that the Rouge Prince had kidnapped her, and taken her prisoner. Silently she pulled herself up, and curled up in a ball on the bed. Wishing that she had never met him, that she hadn't saved his life, and that she was back at home. As she sobbed quietly, she didn't notice the chamber door open and close as someone entered. Nor did she notice when they approached the bed. It wasn't until the bed dipped that she looked up, finding Prince Daemon smiling down at her. "You're awake!" He mused as he brushed her hair aside, and it took everything within her not to choke on the sobs escaping her throat. She tried to move away from him, only to be reminded of the wretched chain, when he pulled it harshly to get her back to his side. Oh how the gods have forsaken her.

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<- Part one

A nice dark twist for this story, and I hope you enjoyed it! I know I definitely did!

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[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: uhh sex, rough sex? teasing? begging? im doing my best :( bare sex, good sex, bad sex. this shits 18+ yo

Unfortunately for you, you were in love with a very mean man. The kind of man who fucked you, so sweetly, so perfectly - made you whine and mewl his name like a heated pup. Toes curling as your knuckles lost their flushed hue from the sheer grip you had on whichever surface you were pressed again. And his name, his name was

"Phillip.." Your voice was nothing but a warm, breathy rasp against the arm he wrapped around you. His opposing hand gently keeping a firm hold around you, stabilizing your body while you trembled; violent shakes of overstimulation. Quiet, hiccuped gasps following each thrust he pressed into you. Balls deep and greedy, your panties tugged to the side just enough to expose your drooling cunt, soft fabric darkened with grool and sin.

"Mmm?" A grunted, maybe even growled response. So fixated on the way your cunt squeezed him, needy squelching with juices drizzling down your inner thigh, creating glistening webs of passion, heat, and love. You could feel it in your stomach, could feel it bruising your cervix with each collision of his pelvis against your ass. So humiliating, so degrading, so delicious.

He could hear your suffering, your pain, your need; and it only forced him to go faster. Enough for you to stare at his reflection in the sink's metallic finish - to stare at him like you loved him. His scrunched face and steely glare of lust. Vision blurred, throat sore, your eyes rolled backwards, feet helpless kicking as you tried to squirm away from the knot tying inside. "Hurts.."

"Does it?" Graves chuckled breathily, eyes softening as he met your gaze in the reflection. He eased a bit, hand grabbing the back of your hair to raise you, introducing you to a sweet kiss placed behind your ear. "Good."

As quickly as the sweetness arrived, did it diminish. His grip abandoned your pretty locks, dragging to graze across the back flesh of your shoulders, bruising bite marks scattered all across. He promised not to leave mark on you, to just fuck you real nice and gentle, something to help you sleep before he left. But Graves was anything but truthful.

A doggish man with nothing but greed and lust for you. Could see the arrogant grin on his lips while he began keep a quick, pace, still remaining deep enough to admire the way your cream glazed his cock in a glistening shine.

Just as you were seeing constellations on the wall before you, Graves stopped his relentless thrusts, stopped his aching punishment to your poor cervix. His hands massaging your sensitive flesh, earning a shiver, a whine, a mewl. "Ohh, someone's upset?"

"Come now, baby, I know you can beg." Your eyes prickled with tears as he held your hips to prevent a little wiggle of your ass for stimulation. So desperate, so close. And he was abandoning you? Your mind was filled with curses for him, how he was a fucking bastard, how he always teased you when you needed him most.

Cute tears dripped down your cheeks, which he gladly licked away, kissing the bottom lash line of your eyes. "Oh poor baby, you're so upset, huh?"

Graves knew what he was doing - hes a pro, baby. Grinding and rocking his hips just enough to tease you, rubbing himself into you enough for your swollen clit to send aching signals to your tummy and legs.

"Please..pleaseee.." You breathily begged, melting into him for more support, comfort, love. You really needed him. And of course, Graves giggled, not taking your soft plea serious enough. Still, he rewarded you, adjusted you to press against the cold counter rather than his warm hand, bracing your pretty body to be roughly fucked. Pleasantly so, surprised gasps escaped your mouth while he pounded relentlessly. A little reward for Graves, to earn vulgar sounds from that whore mouth of yours.

He himself, growled into the exposed flesh of your back, kissed along your spine because - fuck, you felt so good.

And the pleasure you chased was too good, enough for you to tolerate ignore his milky finish in your fertile womb. Pressed into you as he shivered, growled, panted.

[itshotsht]

Summary: [Post s5 Finale] Damon and Bonnie were ready to die, to leave everything and everyone behind. Despite all of their damaged history together, one moment will redefine their entire relationship. What happens when fate has other plans?

Pairing: Bonnie Bennett x Damon Salvatore

"Memories of You" (Preview):

She licked her lips and palmed the floor underneath her. There were so many times she had been here, so many times where she and Sheila played around with her gowns and wigs and just had a little fashion show right there, in that bedroom. Or the actual version of it.

It started when young Bonnie became fascinated by the creative way Sheila would patch up her ripped jeans or shorts after she fell down while playing with Caroline and Elena. Back when she was just another regular kid. The first few times, the older Bennett would take the closest fabric she had and matched it with the item that needed repairing, but after realizing that Bonnie was going to keep showing up with ripped clothes and blaming it on having to win whatever game they'd been playing that day, Sheila decided to decorate her granddaughter's damaged clothes with flowers, bees and other cute animated patches. When she showed Bonnie her renewed cardigan with a row of butterflies going up the sleeves, the young girl's face lit up brighter than the sun.

Bonnie remembered it perfectly.

She also remembered how she and Grams came up with the idea of making matching jackets for Elena, Caroline and herself. On weekends, when her dad dropped her off, she and Sheila would wear the most random outfits and use the hallway as a catwalk. The sounds from the vynil records playing in the living room traveled through the house and swayed the Bennett's spirits. Time went by so fast and after many laughs and silly poses, Sheila would help little Bonnie to bed and tuck her in, but not before reading her a bedtime story right on that chair, the one sitting close to the window.

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[sylvancastor]

Writing out my preferred way the battle at Rook's Rest should have gone because why not.

The beginning mostly stays the same. Criston signals for Aemond and Vhagar, but Sunfyre arrives first. Aemond sees him fly overhead and is pissed, but he doesn't wait to follow him into battle because he's not an idiot and as much as he wants the crown, he's aware of the intensity of the blow losing Aegon would be to their cause.

Still, Vhagar is slow and has to launch herself off the ground, so Aegon gets their first and has an initial fight with Meleys but Vhagar's quick arrival keeps Sunfyre's injuries from being quite so intense. The two of them attack Meleys side by side, but due to her speed and Rhaenys's expertise, she manages to keep evading them with fairly light damage.

Meleys takes off high into the clouds and Aemond and Aegon follow her. No one can see them from below. Aegon urges Sunfyre to engage directly with Meleys and the two dragons become locked together. Instead of intervening this time, Aemond simply watches as Sunfyre is injured and Aegon cries out for his help. Aemond only watches.

We can see the anger in his eyes. It would be so easy to allow Meleys to kill Aegon and Sunfyre. He could say he did his best, but that Aegon refused to battle carefully. He would be honored after he died and Aemond would become king. Aegon doesn't notice the inaction, too focused on saving Sunfyre and himself. In a desperate move, Aegon unclips one of his restraints to grab the dagger at his side and drives it into Meleys's eye as Rhaenys screams in shock and fury.

Meleys wails and lets go of Sunfyre, dropping out of view. Aegon is triumphant and turns to his brother with a smile. Aemond isn't smiling. We watch as he follows Meleys's descent and decides he's safe for now. He returns his attention to Aegon. It would be so easy to do the deed himself and blame Meleys. He contemplates it only for a split second, but Aegon's face goes from smiling to horror. We think he's understood what Aemond plans to do, but in fact, his eyes are fixed on a sight behind him. Meleys has darted up from behind, mouth open and poised to burn Aemond in his saddle.

Aegon doesn't hesitate. He urges Sunfyre forward and as Meleys breathes out a wall of fire, he throws himself and Sunfyre in front of it to protect Aemond from the blast. Before Aemond can react, Meleys sinks her claws into Sunfyre's chest and pulls him out of sight.

Aemond pursues, but it's too late. Meleys has bit into Sunfyre's wing and Aegon can barely stay in the saddle with his one remaining restraint. Meleys rips her head back breaking off part of Sunfyre's wing and the king and his dragon fall through the air, landing in the forest.

Similarly to the show, Aemond is able to defeat Rhaenys and Meleys on his own after Aegon's fall.

Later on, we learn the only reason Aegon was able to survive was the one remaining restraint held him to the saddle but allowed him to slide off to the side enough to evade some of the dragonfire. He's still burned and in pain. He sacrificed himself for his brother and Aemond can't betray him now. Not when he owes his brother a life debt, not when he's seen how deeply Aegon loves him. He becomes Prince Regent and reconciles himself to forever protecting his brother from this point forward.

[nicksstrongrugbyarms]

Yes AI is scary and it’s kind of making the internet a worse place and blah blah yada yada

But is it unreasonable of me to want AI to one day have the ability to create an entire feature length film adaption of the fan fiction, Twist and Shout, using the likeness of Karla era Misha Collins, and Spn season 1 Jensen Ackles????

Am I truly asking too much???? I will pay anything????? Name your price??????

[atzloverr]

Selfish desire - chapter 7

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warnings! includes yandere themes, kidnapping, bondage, stalking

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“Well, what do we have here?” Hongjoong giggled, putting a hand over his mouth. He felt conflicted about the scene in front of him. Part of him almost felt jealous at the situation, but he couldn’t help but find the two of you cute.

There you were, sound asleep in Yunho’s arms, his large sweater hugging your body. He finally saw that peaceful, defenseless look on your face that he craved. He guessed that this was the first time you were able to fall asleep since your arrival, your fear and stress probably making you restless.

“Please,” Yunho whispered, holding his arms protectively around your fragile body. Hongjoong knew what he meant; ‘please let her sleep’.

In Hongjoong’s obsession and hyper-fixation with you, he had told Yunho all about your life. Everything from your largest interests to your biggest fears. Therefore, the man holding you knew how hard it was for you to fall asleep at night. Yunho felt disgusted with Hongjoong, not even wanting to imagine how he even found that out.

It warmed Hongjoong to know that you finally found yourself comfortable enough to fall asleep, but he wasn’t delusional. He knew it was only because of Yunho’s soft and welcoming presence.

Hongjoong made a silent gesture to Yunho, and unfortunately, Yunho could tell where this was going.

In a swift movement, Hongjoong switched places with the man holding you, and instead held you in his own arms. Yunho didn’t fail to notice the man’s cheeks becoming pink, or the way he almost shivered in excitement as he could hold you in his arms once again.

He rocked you slowly back and forth, in a way he knew you would enjoy. His hands found your hair and started stroking it with such a tender touch, that you could’ve never guessed his identity. He inhaled your scent deeply, making Yunho shiver uncomfortably at the sight. Disgusting.

It wasn’t that bad when he was the one being tortured, Yunho thought, but seeing Hongjoong do this to you when you finally felt safe enough to doze off made his blood boil. Yunho had felt so warm inside when you cuddled him for warmth, feelings of tender love and care bubbling inside of him. He felt so proud to have you in his arms.

But of course, here was Hongjoong, snatching that privilege right away from him with such greed.

”Isn’t she just beautiful?” Hongjoong asked in a mere whisper. Yunho felt his eye twitch in rage, but he knew better not to ignore Hongjoong. “Yes,” he let out, sickness bubbling up in his stomach at the view in front of him. Hongjoong continued to rock you back and forth, even going so far as to kiss your neck slowly.

“No, stop,” Yunho rushed, stepping closer in panic. Hongjoong just shot an alarming glare his way.

Yunho felt his hands shaking, and had to grip the hem of his shirt in order to stop. Seeing you, the girl he loved, in the arms of a selfish monster was enough to make him want to throw up.

“Get away from her,” Yunho growled lowly, still not wanting to wake you in this position. Hongjoong’s lips traveled lower down your neck, his smile only growing with Yunho’s rage. You made a small sound in your sleep, making Hongjoong giggle slightly.

“Don’t worry love,” Hongjoong mumbled into your shoulder. “I won’t be down here much longer.” Yunho’s eyebrow raised suspiciously. “You and me… are going on a little trip!” Hongjoong cheered, his small laugh shaking your unconscious body slightly.

You were lucky you slept so soundly, not even noticing when Hongjoong put you back on the cold floor, leaving a small peck on your cheek before leaving you.

The sound of keys rattling made Seonghwa’s head snap to the side. He watched as Hongjoong twisted the keys to the basement, his other hand holding Yunho’s harshly. Seonghwa shot up from his spot on the couch, running to meet the two.

“Let her sleep for a bit, then give her dinner,” Hongjoong instructed while grabbing his coat. “And make sure not to promise something stupid like last time, okay?” Hongjoong smiled. The passive aggressiveness in his voice made Seonghwa tense up uncomfortably.

“Where are you two going?” he asked, watching closely as Yunho put on his shoes. Hongjoong walked up to his beloved, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “We’re going shopping!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Seonghwa felt the nervous feelings building up inside of him, holding the tray of food. He didn’t know how to act around you. There was that part of him who only wanted to take care of you, love you and cherish you. Then, there was the other part. The part who broke into your house in the middle of the night. The part who wants you to know that you’re theirs. The only part that Hongjoong wants him to show.

Make Hongjoong happy? Or follow his true desires?

Seonghwa took a deep breath, and gently kicked open the basement door, bracing himself for meeting you again.

His footsteps made the stairs creek as he slowly went down. Your form entered his field of vision, and a part of him wanted to squeak at the sight.

There you lay, sleeping soundly, curled up in a little ball on the floor. You wore Yunho’s large knitted sweater, your hair messy and all over your face. As beautiful as Seonghwa found you, it was clear that you were tired, and definitely needed a warm bath and a change of clothes.

You were still in your underwear from the day they abducted you, the only thing different being the occasional shirt you borrowed from Yunho.

Hongjoong insisted that you stay in the basement for at least a day before getting to go upstairs. The part of Seonghwa who loved you so dearly was against the idea, but the part who would do anything and everything for Hongjoong, let him.

Seonghwa set down the small tray on the ground and walked closer to you, examining your sleeping body. His hand found your shoulder, slowly rubbing up and down. He too, loved to see you so peaceful and beautiful, finally letting yourself rest.

“(Y/N),” he called out. He noticed the way your eyelids slowly fluttered open, and the way your body started moving on its own. His breathing quickened at your cute scrunched up face as you finally started to regain consciousness.

“Good morning,” he smiled, continuously rubbing your shoulder. As you finally came to your senses, you couldn’t help the gasp escaping you.

“Hey, calm down!” Seonghwa panicked as your eyes rapidly flew around the room in confusion. You tried to back away from him slightly, the mere sight of him sending shivers down your spine.

“What are you doing here!?” You asked, your own voice sounding foreign in your ears. You recalled the memory of Yunho helping you finally fall asleep, and was mortified to find someone else by your side as you woke.

“Please, (Y/N), just calm down!” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with what you could only recognize as fear. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised, still keeping a steady hand on your shoulder. His words weirdly calmed your nerves, and you finally started understanding the situation better.

“Where’s Yunho?” you asked, looking the man in front of you straight in the eye. He thought for a second, his eyes wandering around the room. “He’s out with Hongjoong,” he explained. Your eyes widened, and you almost started panicking at the thought. You never wanted Yunho to have to be alone with Hongjoong, not after what he told you.

“Calm down, they’re just out shopping,” Seonghwa explained.

You couldn’t read the man in front of you. You had so many questions, but didn’t know if you even dared to ask them. One day, he was quiet and shy, the next talkative and nice, the third sarcastic and bold. You could tell he was in that second mood today. This still didn’t understand why he used to be so quiet, and now didn’t hesitate before opening his mouth.

“I- I brought you dinner,” Seonghwa said, placing the tray in front of you. You slowly propped yourself up and sat down on the stone floor. It was so cold against your bare legs, and today was definitely worse than yesterday temperature wise.

You watched as his hand slid the tray towards you, inspecting the food in front of you. You couldn’t help but almost salivate at the noodle soup in front of you, feeling the hunger still lingering in your stomach. Your gaze elevated to the man’s face, meeting his unusually calm expression.

“What day is it?” you asked, feeling bold all of a sudden. Seonghwa’s eyes widened slightly, but soon webt back to normal. “Monday,” his quiet voice sounded out monotonously.

You finally averted your eyes from his and thought.

Monday. That means you were supposed to be in class by now. According to Yunho, dinner was usually served around five, which meant you were supposed to be in literature class with Wooyoung. With Yunho. With Seonghwa.

You took a deep breath. “We have class now, don’t we?” you challenged, inspecting the man’s reaction. He only raised a brow at you. “Yes,” he answered. You pouted at his lack of reaction.

“What are people supposed to think when I don’t show up?” you spat, thinking of Wooyoung. All you wanted was to speak to him. Not even that, just get out of this disgusting basement.

The only thing on your mind all day was Wooyoung. You missed your best friend so much, and you were so worried. What did he think was going on with you? Had you also been reported missing? Where was your phone? Had Wooyoung tried to call you? Your parents?

Seonghwa’s deep tone snapped you out of your thoughts. “Don’t worry about that, (Y/N),” he said, almost having a concerned look on his face. You felt so angry. They always showed this face of pure pity, making you feel like a helpless animal in a cage.

“How can you expect me to be okay with any of this!? You kidnap me, and when I ask questions you act all surprised, like YOU didn’t do this to me!” you suddenly snapped. You had had enough of this man and his uncertain behavior. His surprised expression was priceless.

“I can’t believe I even considered you a friend! One day, you act all shy around me, telling me you love me, making me feel bad for you almost. The next, you remind me just how much of a monster you are,” you rambled on.

“Seonghwa, I don’t know you, I can’t understand who you really are, but I know that whatever is hiding beneath those layers of odd behavior,” you yelled. “I hate it!”

You could barely finish your last words of pure rage until a hand was harshly slapped over your mouth. Seonghwa was sobbing, keeping his hand firm against your mouth.

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!” he growled, being occasionally interrupted by hiccups and sobs.

I have to maintain control. I have to make Hongjoong proud. I have to make her love me. She hates me, she really does.

Seonghwa kept his hand over your mouth while trying to hug you at the same time. You tried your best to struggle out of his grip, but he only held you closer. His breathing was quick, and although a part of you wanted to feel bad for him, you couldn’t ignore the feelings of satisfaction brewing inside of you.

Gaining any sort of reaction was positive. It showed you that you still had control, that you still had hope. You heard the man’s breathing slowing down after a while, the sounds of small whispers escaping his lips.

“Please,” you heard. You didn’t know what to make of any of this. “Love me.” Your head snapped up at his quiet voice. You felt the grip of his hand loosen, and could finally breathe heavily, in and out.

You couldn’t tell what the look in his eye meant. It looked like he was empty, but at the same time, had a million thoughts. He slowly stood up and turned away from you.

“No one else will know about what happened today,” he commanded, his voice foreign, stern. “Enjoy your meal.”

You watched as he quietly rushed up the stairs and quickly walking out the door, giving you the tiniest bit of warm light. You wanted to go out. Go up there. Take a bath. Change clothes. Meet your friends. Go to school. Work at the corner. Lie in your own bed and just rest.

You felt tears streaming down your face. You eyed the food you once thought looked so delicious, but couldn’t even think about eating right now. You slowly backed away from your spot in the middle of the room, and found the corner you had started to treat like home.

As you hugged your knees, you wondered if this nightmare would ever come to an end, or if it was only going to get worse.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You rested your head against the wall, sighing heavily. Being left here made you go insane. It was like you were being isolated, punished for a crime you didn’t know you committed.

When Seonghwa had come down to collect your dishes, he didn’t say a word. When he noticed the untouched food he worked so hard to make perfectly to your liking, he swore he felt his heart ache. You were sat in the corner of the basement, not even sparing him a glance.

Now, here you were, waiting for something to happen. You impatiently tapped your finger on your knee in a rhythm, thinking of a song you used to listen to. Well, back when you had your phone, and other basic privileges.

You stood up from your spot, letting out a small grunt as you forced your sore legs to stand. You had barely any energy, but your own body tortured you with a lack of appetite and inability to sleep. You wanted to scream in frustration.

You slowly made your way to the small bathroom they had provided you in this basement. You honestly felt lucky to be able to go to the bathroom like normal, considering everything else was out of the ordinary. You splashed some water in your face, anything to feel clean. Unfortunately, the water down here wasn’t warm, so it definitely didn’t help with the constant shivers creeping up on you.

“Ughh,” you let out, almost feeling sick from the hunger.

You gasped when the basement door was opened, the familiar sound scaring you no matter how many times you’d heard it. The fear of who was entering was what made you so on edge, and now, you saw the person you feared the most in this house.

“Hello honey, I see you’re up and running!” Hoongjoong’s unnaturally happy voice cheered. He was carrying something in his arms, making you squint to make it out.

“Well don’t be shy, come here,” he called for you, gesturing for you to come closer. You hesitated. His smile wasn’t wavering, which only made the fear within you grow. You took a few small steps until you were close enough for your liking. That was not nearly close enough for Hongjoong’s. He took a large step towards you, giving you the bag in his arms. You only let your eyes stare at it, not knowing what to expect.

“Take it, it’s a gift!” he said, tone almost alarming.

You hesitantly took the bag and took a peek inside of it. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Clothes?”

“Mm-hm! We figured you might need some new ones! Don’t worry, I picked things you’ll like!” Hongjoong giggled. That last comment didn’t fail to make you uncomfortable to say the least. You set the bag down and pulled out a sweater.

It was extremely warm, with a super soft material. You would’ve gasped in joy if Wooyoung was the one gifting you this, knowing how much you loved to drown in cozy sweaters during the winter, but you just couldn’t find it sweet when given to you by the man facing you.

He studied your every reaction, seeing the way your eyes lit up in a subtle way. After examining your entire wardrobe, he quickly found a pattern in what type of clothes are to your liking.

Hongjoong watched as you picked up the various clothing items he had picked out for you, seeing the way your eyes widened more and more for every piece. You looked down in the bad when you had picked up everything, but saw something still being in there.

Hongjoong couldn’t hide the laugh escaping him.

You gasped as you saw the underwear he had picked out for you. It was the pair you had been wanting to buy for a while, just not finding the money to spend on it. Your face scrunched up in disgust as you dropped the bag to the floor.

What a shame, Hongjoong thought. You didn’t even get to see the other underwear he had picked out, lying underneath. He had bought some new pieces of ones you already owned, wanting to make you feel comfortable and at home. This was your home, after all.

You had turned your back to the man, causing him to frown. “Awww, c’mon (Y/N), shouldn’t you thank me for my presents?” he teased, stepping closer to you. His firm hands met your shoulders, spinning you around, almost making you stumble.

“Change into this for now,” he instructed, handing you an outfit he hadn’t shown you yet. You must’ve missed when he picked it up.

You swallowed, unwillingly accepting the neatly folded pile of clothes given to you. Hongjoong picked up the bag from the floor, taking it with him as he began to take his leave.

“I’ll come down again in a few minutes, so you better have changed,” Hongjoong smiled, waving you goodbye as he started ascending the stairs.

When you heard that door slam, you felt the feelings of dread and disgust catch up to you, as a silent tear fell from your eye. You didn’t even want to think about it. You didn’t want to realize that Hongjoong had somehow heard the private conversations you had with Wooyoung. You didn’t want to think about how he might’ve found out about what underwear you owned.

You put the outfit on the floor, carefully separating the clothes. Before you lay a beautiful white sweater, clearly of high quality, and your exact size. Next to it lay a pair of black pants, accompanied by the disgusting sight of underwear, from the same brand you usually shopped from. You swallowed, picking up the clothes you were about to put on. As much as you hates this gift, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Finally, after wearing the same underwear for days, with no socks or pants, you would finally be able to dress appropriately and warm.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You dusted off your pants, noting the way they seemed to fit you perfectly, in a way you’d barely experienced before. You couldn’t help but cry when you felt the soft material of the shirt against your cold skin, the sudden warmth and comfort reminding you of home. In your arms you still hugged Yunho’s sweater, not wanting it to touch the filthy floor of the basement.

Now you just waited. You waited patiently for Hongjoong to show up, and do god knows what. You felt confused at his request to have you change suddenly. Who knows, maybe he just felt nice.

The door creaked open, and was mysteriously not closed afterwards. Hongjoong skipped down the stairs, a grin forming on his face when your clothed form came into view.

“Oh, so you can follow orders?” he teased, putting his hands on his hips. Your shoulders tensed in anticipation.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, spinning his finger around.

You gave him a confused look but obeyed. What you didn’t expect was for him to appear right in front of you, grabbing your arms harshly. You squirmed in his grip, feeling harsh ropes meet your skin.

“Hey!” you yelled, still trying your best to struggle your way out of the situation. He only giggled at your attempt, knowing your body was way too weak to fight against him. A moment later your hands were tied together, the rope burning into your skin slightly.

You tried to protest and question him, but he hushed you when you just slightly opened your mouth. He grabbed the rope like a leash, pulling it slightly and grinning in satisfaction when you stumbled from the tug.

“P-please don’t—“ you started, your voice shaky and unsure. You didn’t know why he was doing this, but knew better not to ask him. The only thing you knew was that being tied up wasn’t a good sign. That much you had collected from Yunho’s stories.

Hongjoong stood next to you, snaking his hand around your waist. He led your body towards the stairs, and even though you desperately wanted to get out of the basement, this wasn’t a good feeling. You had no idea what was waiting for you up there. Was it a severe punishment for not finishing your food? You didn’t want to think about it.

You took uncertain steps up the stairs, Hongjoong’s closeness not making you the least bit more comfortable. The door was slightly open, letting the warm light seep into the dark basement. You felt your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing picking up for every step you took. The man next to you though, seemed unfazed by your growing panic.

Finally, you stopped before the door. As Hongjoong’s hand found the door and pushed it open, you were immediately engulfed by the sudden warmth and light, feeling as though you’d been in this basement for way longer than you actually had been. You opened your subconsciously closed eyes and slowly took in your surroundings.

It was like you’d forgotten the man beside you, when you felt yourself filling up with emotions, seeing the room around you. You were in the hallway, but could peek into the kitchen and living room. The warm lighting and cozy interior felt deceiving. Why would these people have such a homely vibe in their house?

You didn’t even struggle when being led to the living room, a big window coming into view.

A forest.

It was windy and dark, the autumn leaves whirling around between the countless trees in the distance. The outside looked so cold and dull in contrast to the warm, dimly lit living room. You were shocked at the size of the house. You guessed that Hongjoong was rich, considering the brands of your new clothes, and this huge house.

As much as you wanted to admire the room, you had to properly inspect it, looking for any possible escape routes. The window had some sort of high-tech lock that you couldn’t stare at for too long, not wanting to cause any suspicion. You kept looking around, and found the staircase to the upper floor.

Hongjoong tugged at your rope, making you almost fall forward again. He led you to the couch, where two familiar faces greeted you. You hadn’t even noticed them as you were so focused on finding any means to escape.

Seonghwa sat on the end of the couch, with Yunho right next to him, incredibly close.

You were roughly sat down on the couch next to Yunho, looking up to meet his gaze immediately. His eyebrows were furrowed in sadness. You searched for any type of answer in his eyes, any type of comfort, but failed to find anything. Hongjoong plopped down next to you, the four of you taking up the entirety of the soft couch. You didn’t know what to expect, and didn’t dare to ask any questions. The eerie silence made you even more anxious.

Seonghwa’s arm raised in the air, turning the TV on. Yunho’s hand found yours, and intertwined your fingers. You desperately wanted to clutch onto him and never let go, but the restrains served as a reminder of who was in charge of your every move.

The news started playing on the large screen, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You hadn’t had any type of contact with the outside world for these past days.

As the lady’s monotone voice started echoing in the room, you felt Yunho’s hand grip yours tighter. You looked up at him questioning, but soon understood exactly why he did it.

“Here are the latest news regarding the disappearance of university student (Y/N) (L/N)…”

You could swear your heart stopped right then and there.

You saw the look on her face, but didn’t want to believe the words coming out of her mouth next.

“She has been identified dead, found by police this morning.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You could barely hear your own hoarse screams anymore, the only words echoing in your head being those said on the news.

You kept screaming, tears flowing endlessly down your face. You were sure this was the end. No one would look for you. You were stuck here forever.

You kept fighting in Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s arms, screaming at them to leave you alone. You kicked with all your might, your only intention to hurt them.

You felt yourself struggling to breathe, the two men invading your privacy only making it worse. Seonghwa’s arms that tried to wrap around you in a somewhat comforting manner, made you feel even more stuck.

“Get away from me!” you screamed in between sobs. At last, the only solution you could think of was screaming. Maybe if you screamed loud enough, they would back off. So here you were, screaming louder than you’d ever done before.

It almost felt freeing.

To finally let out all your pent up emotions and letting your vocal cords ache.

Seonghwa felt the guilt catching up to him. He had to suppress the urge to untie your wrists, knowing exactly how he would feel in your situation. He was familiar with panic attacks, but what you were going through was something else.

It was like something inside of you snapped when you heard that sentence being said. You didn’t let yourself think about anything else, you just let it consume you completely.

With Yunho, this was never a problem. No, he simply cried and went to his room. Now, he was standing about a meter away, stuck in place, his body shaking tremendously.

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong’s voice called out, barely being heard as you kept screaming and sobbing. “How about you let me handle her.”

Seonghwa saw the way Yunho’s body twitched. He saw the way he wanted to scream, the way he wanted to fight.

Seonghwa nodded at the request, and immediately ran to the taller man’s side. He firmly gripped Yunho’s wrist, making his way towards the staircase.

Hongjoong yelled over your screams once again. “Basement!” he said, his voice like steel.

He knew that was the most quiet place, where barely any sounds were heard from upstairs.

Seonghwa swallowed before walking towards the basement door, his hand firmly pulling Yunho’s wrist. Oh, how he hated having to be harsh like this. He hated having to hear you cry, having to grip Yunho in a way he knew hurt him. But alas, Hongjoong was in charge.

As the basement door was closed behind him, Yunho couldn’t help but throw his arms around Seonghwa. As much as it went against his strong will, he had to give in. He had to let himself be comforted when all he wanted to do was cry. Cry in your arms.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hongjoong had to admit it hurt.

Hearing you scream like that for hours, refusing to give up, asking him over and over again why he did this to you.

He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even say anything to you. He just let you scream until you finally passed out from exhaustion.

As long as he knew it would take, he also knew that it was worth it. You needed sleep. You needed to let all those emotions out, and he also knew that no one else in the house could handle hearing you scream for that long without succumbing to the pity.


He picked up your unconscious body, gazing at your swollen eyes and messy hair.

As he ascended the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He was so happy to finally have you here, assembling the family he always dreamed of. Here you could live in peace, in secret, with no one else daring to interfere.

He wasn’t satisfied with your previous lifestyle. Going out to drink every weekend, working a shitty job to pay the rent and then study like your life depended on it. Your relationship with your family didn’t exactly make it better. He knew your life wasn’t fulfilled. He knew you needed to be saved.

He set you down on Yunho’s bed, figuring you might need the tall man’s company when you eventually awake.

As he wrapped the soft covers around you, he couldn’t resist the urge of giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Don’t make me put you through that again, my love,” he spoke to you. He didn’t care that you couldn’t hear him. “My beautiful dove,” he started, cupping your cheek with his warm hands. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe.”

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[hydrachea]

The primordial sea is going to have NOTHING on the flood that's gonna hit fontaine from Neuvi's crying once Furina dies now that she's mortal tbh

And he won't be the only one crying but honestly? This poor girl has been putting on a constant act for almost 500 years, saw generation after generation come and go, and outlived everyone she could have grown close to except for him - and he was born a long-lived species, she's ever only been human. He loves her greatly and he'll feel her absence every moment once she's gone, but as much as I'd like to say he'll find some way to make her immortal (it's not like he has to play by Celestia's rules, or anyone's) I don't think he'd want to deprive her of her well-earned rest.

So I imagine once that day comes, the rains will be heavy and the sky won't clear for a long time indeed.

[vlaakithstits]

Noah fence but too many people seem to see "daddy dom" as the appeal in Solas fsr and I want to take the time to say on my own blog rather than an Ao3 comment that that is the wrongest interpretation of Solas ever and even haters understand him better

[utilitycaster]

I genuinely believe the fact that so many popular Imogen/Laudna fics are no-powers AU is, if not the main cause, at least a factor in why so many people resist or even are hostile towards any interpretation of Imogen that isn't largely sweet and harmless. Like, write the fic you want, but Imogen in particular is someone so fundamentally shaped by her powers that to write a no powers AU is to write what is essentially a completely original character who happens to share her name.

I think it's made even more obviously a factor because many of those fics try to reconstruct aspects of Imogen's personality by giving her anxiety or agoraphobia (or both) but the problem is that those are purely mental illnesses, rather than something that both gives her powers and penalties (again, the X-Men problem). Some real-world mental illnesses cover the symptoms of Imogen's abilities, but none cover the abilities themselves. It's quite literally a removal of agency: they take away what she can (and frequently does) do with her powers, leaving only the negative effects on her behind while eliminating the negative effects she can have on others. No wonder there's this overwhelming push to woobify her from that corner; they've utterly defanged her and are now crying that other people who can still see her fangs (and even like them) are talking about them.

And the thing is, for all I can be negative about fanon, it is, ultimately, fine - so long one can either keep it separate in one's mind from canon or else remain in a particular fanon sandbox. But unfortunately people leave the sandbox, and when other people respond to the canon Imogen, who as of episode 81 (RIP CRStats) has voluntarily used Detect Thoughts/Open Mind 60 times and has openly stated her intent to use it specifically to know what her party members are doing in advance and theoretically prevent it, the fanfic crowd is utterly unable to react to this intelligently. The idea of Imogen they have is sweet girl with severe anxiety and a goth girlfriend. The problem is this construct exists only in their favorite fanfic writers' domestic fluff modern AU no powers setting. And frankly, I'm not interested in talking about that warped mirror version of her when I could have all the fascination, complexity, glory, and agency of the real thing.