#so if y'all want to pray for that... would appreciate it :)

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

studying Philosophy is really like

you think this is going to help you understand the world and your place in it better,

but actually all it does is confuse and befuddle you farther than ever before

and also you make friends with the most annoying (read: great, smart, lovely, kind, but argumentative as ALL GET OUT) people in the world and then you realize you've BECOME one of those people and you kind of want to just curl up in a nice quiet little hole in the ground with all your books and read and think until a complete and total understanding of the world falls out of your noggin and everything makes sense; but actually you just want to take a walk in the woods with a friend and not think about anything for at least a year.

[thebirdandhersong]

Do you guys have any tips or resources for students with ADHD? There's a girl in my dorm who is dear to me and who's seriously struggling in her studies and really needs to pass this semester. It's taken a bit of a toll on her heart and her mind, not being able to focus and finish tasks and do well in her studies, so if you guys know of anything that's been particularly helpful, I would appreciate it so, so much.

[v-v-void]

Was just gonna make a post about how nice it is to have someone to distract me when hunter falls asleep at night. How sweet this little rat is, following me around making demands and giving me the best snuggles. Only for him to start humping his stuffy while sitting on my chest. I tried moving the stuffy but he starting biting my hands. Imagine my surprise when I tried correcting it and he gave me attitude then proceeded to try humping my arm. 🙃 Him and his stuffy are now at my feet on the couch. It's half in his mouth and he's passed out.😂

[springseasonie]

I'm a Mouse, Duh! | LJN + NJM (M)

Roommate Jeno x fem reader x roommate Jaemin, Halloween party trope, pure filth

Summary: Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (the answer is yes) (the title is a mean girls reference if you didn't notice btw)

Warnings: sexual content, dom Jeno, dom Jaemin, oral (fem and male receiving), Eifel tower 😖, spiting, cum eating, ass eating, butt stuff (it's my first time writing this don't judge too hard), double penetration, slight crying kink

Word count: 8,3k

Song recs: needs by tinashe

A/N: the drought is over!!! I have posted. This is my kinktober thing bcs I've been too busy with life so I hope y'all like this even though it's a bit rushed. This can kinda be like a "the walls are thin" special episode if you will. Also tysm for 800 followers (even though I'm barely posting). Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

"Can you please hurry up? The party started an hour ago," Jaemin yelled from the living room.

"Don't rush me. You want me to look nice right? Be patient," you yelled back, applying the red lipstick carefully. You checked your hair in the mirror one last time, fixing your lashes as you leaned into your vanity.

"I'm sure you look fine. Hurry, I want to get there before they run out of beer," Jeno yelled.

"Gosh, I'm coming," you said, grabbing your bag. You opened your room door, heels clicking as you walked out the both of them sitting on the couch. You stared at them, face contorting in confusion. "Cops? Really?"

They turned to you, staring at you for a little longer than they should've. Your outfit was definitely something beyond scandalous. Lace lingerie, fishnets, heels, and a headband. Jaemin swallowed hard, eyes scraping every inch of your body. The obscene 'costume' hugged your body like it was made for you. And your lips looked great in red. He always loved the color on you. Jeno didn't hide his emotions like Jaemin did though. He was always shameless. Letting you know how good you look even on days where you weren't very dressed up. Jeno had always been attracted to you. Both of them were, making being roommates with them very hard at times.

"That's your costume," Jaemin questioned, eyes scanning you once again stopping at your cleavage.

"Yes it is."

"And what are you supposed to be," Jeno continued.

"I'm a mouse," you said, pouting at the headband. "Duh."

Jeno chuckled at your answer, raking his hands through his hair as he stared at you. "If I were to guess, I'd probably say playboy model."

"Ha ha very funny," you mumbled. "Anyway, I'm ready. Are you both going to keep sitting there staring or do you wanna go?"

"Yeah, the party, right." Jaemin pulled out his phone, ordering Uber for the three of you. You all walk outside, standing in front of your apartment. Tonight, the biggest frat of your university was going to throw a Halloween party. They're known for having the best parties, so this one shouldn't be short of excitement. You were hoping and praying to get laid tonight after a 4 month dry spell. You needed action, no matter where you got it from.

Hopefully, your dream could come true. It shouldn't be that hard right? After all, it was Halloween.

-

You definitely were not gonna get laid tonight. Half of the frat is already piss drunk, the sports bros are hooking up or going home early, all the hot guys are with their girlfriends. It looked like luck was in fact not on your side. In moments like these you would nuzzle into one of your friends arms and complain but they were all off doing whatever for the night. Now it was just you and the red solo cup full of various alcoholic beverages mixed together. The drink was rancid, but it would have you loose in no time to help you get comfortable.

Funny thing about it was you'd probably never be comfortable. You definitely did not have the most outrageous outfit in the house, but the eyes that lingered on you made you feel like you did. This costume was completely out of your norm. Every other Halloween, Jeno and Jaemin would dress up as something funny, but this time you wanted to take a bit of a break. Now that break is costing you foot pain, forcing you to stand in the corner in 5 inch heels for an hour and a half.

You stopped your drink, trying your best to avoid the gaze of the men who migrated around the house. But there was one gaze you couldn't shake no matter how much you tried. Jaemin watched you from the other side, eyes scanning your body like they did hours prior. He was so attracted to you it made him crazy. This was probably the first time he felt like he needed you. There were times where he walked in on you accidentally, saw you in underwear, but nothing could compare to this.

You stood there, gorgeous as ever, in the sexiest clothes ever, tiny bits of skin peeking through the lace making his mind wild. And now that he had just the right amount of alcohol in his system, he could finally do something about it.

You didn't notice Jaemin walking towards you, so when you heard him speak, you jumped a bit.

"Y/N," he said, making you turn around.

"God, you scared me," you laughed. You watched him lean on the wall, one hand on his cup and the other in his pocket. His eyes hung low, lips curved into a smile as he stared at you.

"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to." Jaemin sipped his drink, licking his lips as he continued to look at your cleavage. "I didn't tell you earlier but… you look great tonight."

The way his eyes went from your lips to your chest didn't go unnoticed. "You didn't have to tell me, you've been staring since we got here," you say. You thought that would probably throw him off his game but to your surprise, all he did was grin and laugh.

"So you noticed?"

"Of course I noticed. Everyone's been staring at me. Am I that naked," you question.

"Do you feel naked?"

"I do when you look at me like that," you laugh. Jaemin's eyes were always the thing that told you the most. He could've lied and said you look ridiculous but his expressions never lie. He didn't know, but you always felt vulnerable under his stare. Like he could do anything and everything. And you would definitely let him.

"If you wanna fuck me, just say so," you joke. You brought the cup to your lips, drinking the party battery acid. Your eyes were locked on his, the tension between you both becoming thicker and thicker by the second. For a minute, you forgot that you were in a room full of people because all you wanted to do was rip that costume off him and give him what he was begging for.

Jaemin watched you as you pulled the cup away from your lips, lipstick staining the plastic. A drop of the liquid remained on your lip, the sight making Jaemin swallow hard. All he could think about was that pretty lipstick being in places it shouldn't be. Jaemin reached up, tilting your chin to him softly as he took his thumb and wiped the drop.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, heat spreading between your legs when he maintained eye contact. You didn't mean to, but you leaned into his touch, slightly gasping when he continued staring at you.

"Should I fuck you," he said out right.

Your heart beat sped up immediately, this sudden surge of confidence in him making you go crazy. That's when you noticed how close you both were. Jaemin's face was hovering right above yours, one more step and he would be kissing you. His lips looked so soft and inviting, so why not make it happen. You glanced at his lips then looked back at his eyes slowly getting sucked into his little game.

"Is this part of your whole police bit? Interrogating me like this,' you joke, trying to take some edge off the moment. "Are you going to arrest me if I don't answer?"

Jaemin didn't answer, just grinned. You always had a way of getting out of something and that something just so happened to be the sexual tension that's been brewing between the both of you for the longest. You couldn't deny that he looked good in the costume. And you always had a thing for men in uniform.

But instead of making a move, Jaemin simply backed away from you, eyeing you up and down. "I'm not doing this here," he mumbled, licking his lips.

"Do it," you said. "Do whatever you want." You swallowed hard, watching Jaemin watch you. You wanted him to just grab you and take you right here in the corner of the room. No one would notice anyway. Everyone was either high, drunk or in their own world.

Jaemin chuckled, licking his lips. "I'll see you later okay. Don't get too drunk." And with that he walked away, leaving you hot and needy.

-

Your body moved to the music, surrounded on all sides by people who also danced, talked and laughed. So far it's been a blast. Nothing crazy has happened except for some guy fighting another guy for scaring him too badly, two freshmans getting caught in a bedroom together, a girl projectile vomiting all over the living room. But other than that, it's been a smooth night.

You keep thinking about how you talked earlier with Jaemin. His sly look, the confidence in his eyes, the way he towered over you. God, he was so enticing.

You kept sipping your drink, the liquid falling into your stomach and heating your body at the same time when you felt someone come up behind you. They held your hips, body swaying with yours. "I thought you would never come back," you said, leaning into their body.

"I haven't seen you all night."

You looked behind you, only to see Jeno staring at you with his signature smile. "I thought you were Jaem," you said, turning around fully. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to hold your waist, body dancing with yours to the music.

"Why are you always looking for him and not me," he whined playfully.

You laughed, fingers playing in his hair. You felt his hands tense and tighten on your hips, fingers slightly pressing into your sides. This is the closest you've probably ever been to him. Due to the nature of your outfit, it felt like his hands were on your skin, making your body heat up a little too fast. You tried to push the thoughts of his hands ripping off the outfit, forcing you down to your knees, swirling your cup of liquid behind his head. You took your arm from behind him, sipping it slowly.

"Gosh what made you think this costume was a good idea," he groaned, his cute grin making you giggle.

"Why didn't you and Jaem tell me you guys were gonna be cops? I could've been a cop too," you laugh.

"No one likes female cops."

"Not true. You haven't seen me as a female cop yet." The funny thing is that he did it last year. Except you bought a proper cop costume instead of a 'sexy' one. "Besides, I like this one. It was cheap."

"Clearly," he chuckled. His laugh was deep, radiating through your entire chest. That's when you noticed he wasn't even looking in your direction. Jeno was looking directly at your cleavage as your chest was pressed right against his. He slid his hands down your hips and behind, palms loosely cupping your ass. "What were you looking to achieve wearing this Y/N? Because whatever it was, it might be working."

You reached back, moving his hands back to your hips. "I'm trying to get laid, and I'm trying to do it with anyone that's not you."

Jeno raised a brow, giving you a dry laugh. "You're the only woman I know who wouldn't take the easy route."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"I mean," he leaned into your ear, lips brushing against the edge,"what kind of woman wouldn't wanna fuck two guys who clearly wanna fuck her and happens to live with?"

Jenos hands snakes back to your ass, gripping it hard. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, who remained as calm and collected as he did earlier. God it made you crazy. You were already wet from the interaction with Jaemin earlier, this one with Jeno just making you soaked.

"You're so rough, don't manhandle me," you whined, chest slightly pushing against his.

"Don't pretend you don't like it rough. 'Harder, faster'," he mocked. You've been a little less discreet than you would've liked in the past, leading to weeks and weeks of bullying by the two. "Your taste in men is horrible. If you have to keep telling them what to do, they're horrible."

"And if I fuck you and Jaem, what would that make me," you ask, tilting your head.

"Smart."

You laugh, taking another big sip from your cup. All Jeno could think about was how close you were to him. How close he is to ripping your lack of real clothes off. He just wanted you to admit that you've been thinking about it too, but he's fine if you didn't. He enjoyed the chase. He watched you place the cup on the coffee table that's next to you, fully immersing yourself in the conversation you were having with him. But Jeno wishes he could immerse himself the same as you. The way you look at him, the way you let your fingers graze his arms. You had no idea.

"Do you like the police costumes," Jeno asked you, content expression on his face.

You nod, moving your arms from around his neck and placing them on his shoulders. "Of course I do. You look hot," you complimented, grazing your fingers down his arms.

"Hot enough for you to fuck?"

You gave him a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. "Keep asking and it'll never happen."

"So you've considered."

You shook your head, avoiding the obvious answer but he knew you better than that. You thought about fucking him and Jaemin almost everyday. The thought of them bending you over, fist in your hair as they took you from behind plagued your once sane mind more times than you would like to admit. The feeling of their rough strong hands on your body, forcing you into any position possible. You couldn't help it. Living in such close quarters with them gave you the privileges of seeing things other women would kill to see. The Halloween costumes made it so much worse, the want for them to dominate you stronger than ever. Maybe you had a thing for power, but whatever it was was turning you into the most horny woman where you stood.

"Don't lie to me," he said quietly. Jeno gave you a smug smile as he leaned into your ear. "Instead of trying to fuck one of these losers, all you have to do is say the word and we'll be out of here."

A shiver ran down your spine feeling his breath on your ear. You needed him badly. You needed Jaemin badly, and you just knew you had to take the opportunity, but not without teasing him so much. Just before you spoke, you felt someone press against your back, whoever it was was not breathing into your neck.

"You guys are having fun without me?"

You gulped, Jaemin's deep whisper traveling right between your legs. Jeno moved his hands to your hips allowing Jaemin to place his own hands on your waist. His fingers played with the thin fabric, nails threatening to tip the thread with every pass. Jaemin pressed his semi hard cock in your ass while Jeno pressed his to your front, sending you into a spiral. You were forcefully sandwiched between your roommates, the air getting thick around you as people began to stare at the three of you.

"Guys people are starting to stare," you say, looking down to avoid eye contact with Jeno.

"And? They're just waiting for us to fuck you right in the middle of this floor. And I bet you're waiting for it too," Jaemin says in your ear, chuckling when you arched your ass on him. For a second it felt like no one was in the room. The music muffled in your ears, the faint feeling of jaemin's lips on your neck and Jeno's lips grazing against your lighting a fire in your chest.

"Stop teasing," you exhale.

"Do you want it as much as we want it," Jeno questioned, biting his lip as he stared at yours.

"Yes."

A wicked smile you couldn't see spread on Jaemin's face hearing your words. "This is gonna be a long night then."

-

The Uber ride consisted of nothing but kissing and touching. You were squeezed between the two men, their hands all over your body not giving a second to breathe. You find yourself kissing both of them at the same time, one or the other pulling you away when they feel they've been left out.

Jaemin's soft touch contrasted how strong his kisses were, his hand resting gently on the back of your neck as he kissed you. He wanted you to feel how much he wanted you, not just know. Jaemin didn't hide how horny he was for you due to the number of drinks he consumed at the party. He palmed himself, his cock straining against the pants of the costume.

Beside you, Jeno kissed neck, holding your waist tight he was pressed against you, sandwiching your body between the both of them. The scene was something straight out of a movie. The three of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves as your driver tries his best to not watch in the front of the car.

You were in a complete daze, Jeno grabbing your chin gently, turning you to him. You moaned on his lips softly, turning your body to him. Jeno's hands went from your waist to your chest, gripping your breast generously. Jaemin kissed your neck down to your shoulder, his big strong hands making their way between your legs. You gasped softly feeling his thumbs rub your inner thighs dangerously close to your soaking heat.

"Fuck," you whispered, brows furrowing as you felt his thumb graze your clothed clit.

"It would only take me a second to rip this shit fabric off you," he whispered low enough so the driver couldn't hear. "Is that what you want?"

You nodded, gulping as Jeno's hands rubbed up your thighs. "Be patient, pretty. We're almost home," Jeno whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. You wish you could calm down, but the way jeno's hands sooth you as Jaemin keeps rubbing his thumb dangerously close to your clit makes you feel insane.

You kissed Jeno, hand on his neck as he wanted into his mouth. Jaemin began stroking his thumb softly against your clit, his lips on the back of your neck. Jeno bit your lip softly, kissing you once more as you began to quietly moan. Your hips moved on their own, slightly beginning to grind on his thumb.

"You're such a cute whore, putting on a show for everyone," Jaemin whispered.

"Are you gonna punish me officer?"

Your lips curled into a smile hearing Jaemin's soft laughter. You thought he would be put off by the sentence but instead he whispered something else that made your thoughts run.

"The costume came with handcuffs. You wanna put them to use?"

You nodded, heart beating fast in your chest. Jeno took your chin between his fingers, kissing you softly, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly making you moan softly into his mouth.

"U-uh, w-we arrived at your location," said the driver, who was silent the whole ride.

Jeno planted one more kiss on your lips softly, before turning to speak. "Thanks for the ride." The three of you got out of the car, Jeno stopping before walking to the entrance of your shared apartment.

"Mark is your name right?"

"Uh-huh," the driver said, nodding awkwardly.

"Thanks for the ride Mark, I'll give you a hefty tip."

The driver nodded and drove off, the deep red on his cheeks completely noticeable. Jeno walked back to you and Jaemin, who were already eating each other's faces in front of the door. "You two look like 2 drunk sorority girls," he laughed, pulling you away from the other male.

"Well, I'm trying to fuck like a drunk sorority girl so let's go inside," you said, closing your eyes as Jeno kissed your neck. The male chuckled and pulled you into the building followed by Jaemin. The elevator ride up was just as eventful as the car ride, hands and mouths all over you. The ding of the elevator snapped you out of whatever trance they had you in, but not them. They pulled you down the hall and to the door of your apartment, Jaemin's hand fumbling as he put the code into the door.

In the blink of an eye, the three of you were inside and the door was shut. Both of their hands were all over your body, not even giving you a chance to breathe. Jaemin grabbed your face, kissing you roughly. "Fuck I've been waiting for this all night," he mumbled.

"C-can we get to my bedroom at least," you said.

The both of them chuckled at your sudden flustered expression, following you to your room. Once again they didn't even give you time to breathe before they were all over your body. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips on yours as his hands gripped your waist. His hands moved to your tiny shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. You kicked your heels off, height shifting but still keeping your lips on his. That's when you feel Jeno come up behind you, pressing himself on your body as he groped your breast from behind, kissing your neck softly.

Jaemin tugs your shorts down letting the fabric fall to the floor. You step out of the shorts, moaning softly when you feel Jeno's hand slip between your legs, cupping your clothed heat.

"Bet you've been thinking about this all night," he whispered in your ear.

You nodded, brows furrowing as Jaemin begins to kiss your neck. "Just fuck me already," you whined softly.

"You're desperate aren't you," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling as he undid the buttons of your body suit. The male pulled the fabric up your body, his fingertips grazing your bare skin lighting a fire in your belly. Jeno wasted no time getting his hand back between your legs, finding that you were wearing nothing but a thong with your tights.

"Jesus, you really were just trying to get fucked tonight weren't you." You closed your eyes, letting your head fall on Jaemin's shoulder taking in the feeling of Jeno rubbing your clothed clit. He smirked to himself watching you push onto his hand as he kept going. "What do you want right now, hm?"

"Anything," you said breathlessly. "Please.."

"Isn't that cute," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling softly. "But are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?"

You groaned softly, rolling your eyes. "Please just fuck me," you whined.

"You didn't answer his question," Jeno chimed, fingers playing with your fishnets.

You wanted to say something else, but you realized they had the upper hand at the moment. You needed to have sex badly, and was so desperate to get something out of someone. And as much as it pained you to not pick a fight with them m, you obliged not just for your own sanity, but also because the thought of them telling you what to do was fucking hot.

"I'll be a good girl," you said reluctantly.

"Good," Jaemin smirked. "Get on your knees."

Both of their eyes never left you as you dropped to the ground slowly. Their bodies towered over you in the most degrading way and you loved it. You move your hands towards Jaemin's belt, undoing it all while staring up at him. His eyes were glued on you, along with Jeno's, who was undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. You tugged his pants down, allowing his hard on to spring free from the confines of the fabric.

"Shit," you whispered to yourself, staring at the size of him.

You look to your left to see Jeno was just a big, a gulp moving down your throat.

"What? You're scared," Jaemin mocked.

"Don't tell me you're a quitter Y/N," Jeno taunts, "we barely got started."

"Shut up," you grumbled. Your face grew hot, breath a little shallow as you wrapped your hand around the base of Jeno's cock, stroking it slowly as you turned to Jaemin's. Jaemin's heavily lidded eyes lingered on you, watching you as you licked the tip of his cock, staring at him with those big eyes he loved so much.

You wrapped your mouth around his head, sucking and bobbing your head slowly. The way he looked at you lit a fire in you, the fire traveling to your stomach and even lower, making you press your legs together. You lifted your mouth off him, wrapping your hand around his shaft as you turned to Jeno.

You licked up the base of his cock all the way to his tip, making the man scrunch his brows. He bit his lip, watching you close your eyes as you started to suck him off with a bit more vigor, hand moving on Jaemin at the same pace. Everything about this looked like it jumped straight out of a porno. You're still in half of your costume, Jaemin and Jeno dressed like cops with their pants to their ankles, both their cocks in your mouth.

"Good girl, keep going just like that," Jeno mumbled, hand stroking the back of your head.

The praise went right to your head and your cunt making you squeeze your legs tight. The way Jeno looked at you made you feel like he was about to eat you alive, and that's all you wanted. You pulled off of him, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hand stroked him fast as you turned to Jaemin, giving his neglected cock your attention.

You stuck your tongue out, tapping the tip on the wet muscle in the most teasing way possible. Jaemin watched you in awe as you kissed his tip softly, opening your mouth wide to take him. Jaemin licked his lips, enjoying watching you.

"Take all of it."

And you did, sinking lower and lower until all you could do was splutter around him, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Jaemin took the back of your head, pushing you until your nose touched his skin. Eyes screwed shut, trying to be the best girl you possibly could below both of these men making you go crazy.

"Good girl," Jaemin cooed. "Take it like the slut you are."

Jaemin took his hand off your head, allowing you to rise from him. You coughed, heaving as you tried to get oxygen in your lungs but even that couldn't stop you from spitting on his cock and taking him in your mouth again. You bobbed your head, hand pumping Jeno at the same pace you had no idea how you looked but it couldn't have been anything short from a mess.

However, to the men standing above you, you looked like a wet dream. On your knees, hands on both of them, tears straining your face, drool falling from your pretty lips.

"Fuck, just look at her," Jeno grunted, thrusting into your hand slowly as you stroked him. You stopped bobbing your head, pulling his cock out your mouth and turned back to Jeno. They were both so close and you could tell. You could feel it in the way they were talking, breathing, thrusting in your mouth or hands. Jeno raked his hand through his hair, throwing his head back at the feeling of you deepthroating him, a loud groan leaving his lips.

"I'm so fucking close," Jeno moaned, the sound of his voice making you weak.

"C'mon baby, make us cum." Jaemin breathing heavily along with the male across from him, watching you with focused eyes as you removed Jeno from your mouth, not just stroking them in your hands quickly.

Looking up at them, your doe eyes shifted rapidly between them, wanting them to cum badly. "Please," you spoke with a breathy moan, voice raspy. "Cum on my fucking face."

Your voice sent them both over the edge, the pressure building up in both of them resulting in your cum landing all over your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching both of their seed swallowing and sticking it out again to show them.

"Good girl," Jaemin praised. "such a good girl. Stand up for me pretty."

You did as you were told, letting go of their cocks as you rose to your feet, knees sore from being on them too long. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips crashing on yours. Behind you, you felt Jeno's hand snake underneath you, popping the buttons of the body suit. You moaned softly, feeling his hands pull the fabric up your stomach. He traced his fingers on your ass, giving you neck slow wet kisses.

You pulled away from Jaemin, reaching back for Jeno as you felt his fingers graze your inner thighs once more.

"I let me taste you," he said, ensuing an enthusiastic nod from you. Jeno took you, sitting you on the edge of your bed followed by him sinking to his knees right in front of you. You thought about this happening more times than you'd like to admit. But now here he is, spreading your legs wide for him, eyes unable to look away from your soaked thong and slick thighs. You were a mess and don't even know.

"Fuck," Jaemin breathed. "You like being on your knees that much?" Jaemin sat next to you, stroking his semi soft cock as he watched Jeno tease you.

Jeno kissed your inner thighs, tongue grinding along your skin licking your arousal. His eyes never left yours. They pierced into yours as if they could read every thought you had at the moment. A shiver ran through your spine as you circled his tongue on your clothes clit, hand reaching up and pulling the thong against the sensitive bud.

"Perfect little pussy just for me," he mumbled to himself, pushing the fabric aside.

"God we should've done this a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled.

Jeno gave you clit one lick, making your body shudder, a sigh falling from your lips. He did it again, this time harder and longer. Jeno wrapped his arms around the underside of your legs, placing soft kisses on your cunt. Jaemin turned your head to him, locking lips with you as Jeno began to eat you out with vigorous tongue moving all over.

Jaemin kissed you deeper, tongue exploring your mouth as his hand kept pumping his cock. Jaemin pulled away, smirking to himself as he looked at your cum covered face. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Your moans grew, panting heavily as Jeno sucked your clit, flicking his tongue on the bud. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but get even more turned on. His mouth was covered in your slick, tongue moving inside you like crazy. Your hips began to move on its own, grinding on his face. You always loved his nose, especially right now. His nose continued to stimulate the swollen bud as he licked at your entrance.

"Fuck Jeno, oh my God," you whimpered, pleasure amplified by Jaemin's lips on your neck.

"Is this pretty pussy gonna cum for me," he mumbled, flicking his tongue on your clit fast. Jeno removed his arm from around your leg, hand immediately making its way in-between your legs. In the blink of an eye, his fingers were inside you, fingering you hard and fast.

"Jeno, fuck just like that," you whimpered, body starting to shake from the intense pleasure. He never took his eyes off you, lips wrapping around your clit once again, sucking it hard.

"F-fuck, you're gonna make me cum." You ran your hand through his hair, gripping it tight as you pulled his face closer to your body. Just as you felt yourself about to cum, Jaemin took your chin, kissing you messily. You moaned loudly into the other male's mouth, sucking his tongue as you whined, feeling yourself cum around Jeno's fingers.

You sat there panting as Jaemin cupped your face, trying to catch your breath and whatever piece of mind was still there as Jeno moved his fingers from inside you.

"You did so good Y/N," Jeno praised, standing up between your legs. "Open your mouth for me."

You did, dropping your jaw on command. No man has ever been able to dominate you in the way that these two have, but you love it. You were fuzzy, completely fucked out. You just wanted to be a good girl for them. Jeno looked down at you, taking in the absolute mess that you were and reveled in it. The amount of times he's jerked off to this couldn't compare to being here at the moment. You were a tease and knew it. He couldn't wait to wreck you.

Jaemin watched Jeno grab your jaw and spit in your mouth, sticking his fingers coated in your cum down your throat right after. Almost like you've done this a thousand times more, you sucked his fingers, staring up at him with begging eyes.

"Fuck if I knew you were like this I would've fucked you a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled. You pulled off his fingers, nothing but a string of saliva connecting your bodies till it broke.

"I need both of you inside me," you said, face hot at the thought.

"At the same time," Jaemin questioned. Both of the men glanced at each other, silently communicating.

You nodded, gulping as you stared at them with desperate eyes. "Please.."

Jeno sighed, laughing softly to your begging. He began to unbutton his shirt, the sight of his fingers moving setting your body on fire. "God, I love it when you beg."

You turned your head, Jaemin already out of his shirt. He removed his shoes, kicking his pants and boxers off his ankles. His hands then tugged on your bodysuit taking the sheer fabric off of you as lifted your arms. Then went your bra, Jaemin sliding it off your shoulders kissing the back of your neck softly. He took his shirt, wiping the cum that covered your face off, making you sigh in relief.

"Face down ass up," Jaemin said, tone more assertive than before.

You did as you were told, arching your ass in the air watching them watch you. Their eyes burned holes in your skin, smiles taunting you as you let them feel up your body.

"Where's your lube," Jeno questioned, raising a brow.

"Third drawer."

But before Jeno even pulled it out, Jaemin had already decided he was ready. You sighed softly, feeling his soft lips on the plush of your ass, his hands kneading your body like a stress ball. Jaemin never realized how unintentionally rough he was, how strong he was and it annoyed you except for this time. Your already sensitive cunt grew even more aroused as he squeezed harder. Jaemin smacked your ass hard, making your body jump.

"Has anyone ever eaten your ass before," he asked, his voice sounding darling from behind you.

Your face goes hot, gulping as you shake your head "no."

"There's a first time for everything."

The sensation that went through your body when his tongue touched your asshole was unexpected. Maybe you were simply too horny to function, but it actually felt good. Jaemin licked your backend again, this time starting from your pussy. Unintentionally, you pushed against his face more earning a hard smack on your ass once again.

"Fuck," you whispered, brows scrunched together. His tongue swirled around the tight muscle, eliciting yet another whine from your lips. Jeno stroked his cock, watching the both of you, precum already dripping. Jaemin was as hard as a brick, precum leaking down his tip as buried his face in your body. "J-Jaemin, this feels so good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled darkly, staring at you like you were his prey. He felt your body tremble in his hands when you felt his spit slide down your ass without warning. Jaemin rubbed the pad of his thumb on your puckered hole as he reached over to grab the lube. With one hand he opened it, squeezing its contents on your body. "You sure you want this," he asked, lids heavy with desire.

"Y-yes."

Jaemin took his finger, rubbing the lube a bit more before you gasped softly, feeling his finger move past the tight muscle. The deeper and deeper he pushed his finger, the harder your hands gripped the cover of your bed. The feeling was new, completely foreign and it would definitely take time before you got used to it. Your eyes were screw shut, the discomfort of him thrusting his finger in and out of you making your back hunch and whine tiredly.

"I know it feels strange but you'll start feeling good, I promise," he said softly.

And he was right, because after some time, that fire in your belly started to come back making you pant softly against your pillow. Your body becomes more relaxed, your brain adjusting the prior discomfort to pleasure. But you wanted more, needed more.

"A-add another finger," you mumbled, making Jeno bite his lip as he watched you.

Jaemin smirked, doing as you said. You gave him the reaction he expected. He loved your pretty sounds so much they gave him goosebumps. You were right around his fingers, the pressure making his cock leak. He popped the cap of the lube open, adding more.

"You're doing so well baby. Does it feel good," he said, voice sultry and sweet.

"Mhm." You could barely form real sentences, your brain too fogged in pleasure. You found yourself arching into his fingers more and more as he fingered you slowly. Jaemin's other hand massages your ass, adding more to the pleasure swimming all over your body. The room was silent with sounds of heavy breathing and the sound of Jaemin's fingers slipping in and out of you. That was until he slipped another finger in you without warning, making you whine loudly.

"F-fuck, it's too much," you whined.

"If you can't take three fingers, you can't take my cock," he said smoothly. "Don't tell me you're quitting Y/N."

"N-no," you managed to get out.

"Good," he mumbled. "Do you think you can take Jeno and my fingers at the same time?"

You nodded, gulping hard at the image you created in your head. "Yeah," you answered breathlessly. You lifted your body weakly, letting out a tiny whine as Jaemin pulled out his fingers. Jeno climbed underneath you, his head plopping down on your pink pillow. His hands ran up and down your sides, trying to soothe your sensitive body.

"God you're so pretty," he mumbled, staring at you from below. You hadn't seen yourself since you got out of the car, but you could only assume he was lying. Your lipstick was probably smudged everywhere, mascara running along your cheeks. You were anything but pretty, but his words still made you blush. "I would put a condom on, but I have no idea where you keep those."

"I don't have any," you said blankly, just now realizing your lack of protection. "But… I don't mind. As long as it's okay with you guys."

Jeno didn't say a word, only giving you a look like he's been dreaming of this moment. He thought about it all the time, fucking you nice and raw. The thought of having your tight cunt around him was about to make him spiral. Jeno took his cock, rubbing the tip along your slit slowly.

He grinned, watching your brows knit at the feeling. "You want me to fill you up real bad don't you," he taunted, rubbing your clit softly.

"Yes, I want you to stretch me. Please," you whined, begging for him with a hot face. You let out a breathy moan, feeling his tip slowly enter you. Jeno let your hips do the rest of the work, groaning when you fully sat on his cock. "Jeno, you're so big," you moaned, mindlessly beginning to grind on him. Your hands curled on his chest, the stretch he was giving you overstimulating your senses but you couldn't help yourself.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and still them. "You're so eager you can't even wait," Jaemin said with a small laugh. He kneeled behind you, forcefully pushing your body down against Jeno, making you arch your back. That's when Jeno wrapped his arms around you keeping you still as Jaemin added more lube. You shivered feeling the cold substance on your skin, hissing as his fingers filled your asshole once again.

Your body is on fire, Jeno filling your pussy while Jaemin plays with your ass. The vulnerability of the position, the way both of their eyes burned into you as you laid there weak and unable to have a single coherent thought only turned you on even more. Jeamin pumped his fingers in you while Jeno thrusted in you slowly, the discomfort beginning to melt away as time passed. His dick was painfully hard, wanting to do nothing but ravage your body.

"You think you're ready," he said, chuckling when seeing your fucked out expression.

"Y-yes, fuck me please."

Jaemin moved closer to you, pulling his fingers out at you smoothly. Picking up the lube, he added a generous amount. You bite your lip hard looking, Jeno unwrapping his arms from around you allows you to look over your shoulder. Jaemin pressed the head of his cock against your hole, his eyes droopy in lust. Jaemin pushed the head of his cock into you, the stretch making you screw your eyes shut, nails digging into Jeno's chest.

"I love first timers," Jaemin groaned. His brows furrowed deep, gripping your hips. Very slowly, he fills you, the tightness making the three of you moan. You were in a daze, body gone completely limp and weak. You never felt so full in your life and you loved every second of it. The only thing you could do was take deep breaths, as Jaemin bottomed out inside of you. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you let your face fall into the crook of Jeno's neck.

"You're doing so good baby," Jeno whispered in your ear, his hands traveling to your ass, squeezing your body hard.

The action made you clench, giving both men a chill up their spines. "Fuck," you whimpered softly. "So full..t-too much.."

"Shh baby you can do it," he moaned softly, hips starting to rock into yours slowly. "Take it Y/N. Be a good girl and take it."

With every rock of his hips, it caused your body to move also, adding a slight bounce on Jeno's cock. You couldn't even compute the feeling flowing through your body. All you could do was lay there weak as they filled every part of you, drooling and moaning uncontrollably. Jeno turned your head to him, kissing you lazily as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly along with Jaemin.

Your breathing quickened, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders. "Oh my God," you whimpered tearfully. Your body was completely overstimulated, overwhelmed with lust.

"Poor baby, she's crying," Jeno said, chuckling darkly.

"Wanted both of us at the same time, but can barely handle it." Jeamin spread your cheeks further watching both his and Jeno's dick move in and out of you. "So fucking pretty and tight for me. You've been waiting for this haven't you."

Absent-mindedly, you nod, the only thing in your brain is pleasing them.

"Good girl," Jaemin said in a slight whisper. "Every time you cum from now on, I want it to be from my cock in your ass. Understand?"

"Y-yes," you said in a small groan.

"Good girl." A hard smack landed on your ass check, the pain quickly turning into pleasure. Jeno was beginning to get impatient, the feeling of Jaemin practically rubbing right against him, the tight and snug fit of the both of you quickly about to make him cum.

"Faster," you whine. "B-both of you, please." Both men obliged your pleading, watching you throw your head back, eyes rolling back while you moaned in controllably. Your hips pushed against the both of them, desperate for them to be seeing inside you.

"Such a fucking cock slut," Jeno said through gritted teeth, his hands trailing down your arched back. "You like having two dicks in you don't you?"

"Y-yes," you said, gasping, feeling a pair of fingers on your neglected clit. Looking at your bodies, you see Jeno's fingers rubbing it fast. You were nowhere near cumming, but now you felt it. You felt the pit in your stomach grow. "I'm gonna cum," you moaned, tears threatening to escape again.

"Cum on my cock." Jeno's voice sent a shockwave through you, your orgasm coming to you almost violently, body shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as you held onto him. Your pussy clenched tight around him, making you clench just as tight around Jaemin, who was pressing his fingers into your sides. For the first time in a long time, you came so hard you saw starts and it felt real fucking good.

"Fuck, you take me so well," Jeno groaned. He lost all self control after feeling you cum around him, thrust started to get fast. Jaemin matched his speed, making your already weak body slump over on the man below you. Your face was buried in his neck once again, whimpers and whines escaping.

Jaemin pounded into you as Jeno went deeper, every single movement making you see stars, your brain going fuzzy with pleasure.

Jaemin watched you sit up as best as you could, looking back watching both of them stuffing you like a doll. He took one glance at your wet face, hands gripping hips hard when the sight made his mind reel. That's when he felt himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm. Everything stimulated him quickly, the way you felt to the way you looked on top of Jeno, he was going to cum quickly.

"Fuck I'm so close," he groaned. "You want me to cum in your ass?"

"Yes, yes cum in me," you moaned weakly.

With a few more thrust, you felt Jaemin cum, his loud breathy moans filling your ears. Jaemin kept thrusting, riding out the high until he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly he pulled out of you, breathing heavily as he stared at your gaping asshole, cum slowly leaking out.

In an instant, you wanted him back inside you, missing the feeling of being full, but Jeno didn't let you miss it for too long. The man took your hips in his rough hands, holding your body up as he fucked up into you.

"J-jeno, fuck, right there," you sobbed, throwing your head back. You mustered up enough energy to bounce along with his thrust, your orgasm finally approaching for the third time that night. You squeezed around him tight, making the man moan loudly."Cum in me," you whined, holding onto his shoulders. "Fill me up."

His hands slid from your hips to your ass, squeezing so hard it was going to leave a bruise. "You like this? You like being fucked like a whore?"

"Mhm," you nodded. Desperate to reach your climax you start bouncing on him as he pounds into you. Soon enough you begin to feel your stomach tighten, on the brink of cumming. "Fuck, I-im cumming."

You came hard, body shivering on top of the male underneath you. Soon Jeno came with a loud moan, the warm liquid making your brows furrow. The three of you were exhausted, bodies completely spent– especially yours. Jeno was still inside you when you plopped down on his body, heart beating and trying to catch your breath even though you had minimal movement.

"Hey you alright," Jaemin said, poking at your back.

You didn't respond, your brain still fried from the high you just got. You laid on Jeno silently, tuning everything out.

"I think we broke her," Jeno jokes. His hands caress your waist, taking in the breaths fanning his neck. Jeno thrusted into you, earning a breathy moan.

"Too sensitive," you managed to say.

Jeno chuckled softly, kissing your cheek tenderly. "You did a good job Y/N. God you're so pretty when you cum."

"She looks like she's about to pass out," Jaemin commented, gazing at your expression.

He was right you were exhausted, horny, and one hundred percent not ready for the pain you were going to have in the morning. You gave Jeno a small whine when he pulled out of you, laying you next to him on the bed. You felt him run his hand on your side, looking at him with begging eyes as he rubbed your waist.

"You can't look at me like that and not say what you want," he mumbled, licking his lips.

"Kiss me," you said quietly, slightly pouting.

Jeno gave you a small smile, kissing you softly like you asked. "Let's get you cleaned up okay?"

Jeno stood up followed by Jaemin. Jaemin tugged your limp body to the corner of the bed, putting his arms under you to lift you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close to your body.

"So fucking cute," he mumbled. "Wanna watch a movie later?"

You shook your head, eyes getting heavy as he carried you to the bathroom. "I just wanna take a bath and sleep."

"Okay we can work with that," Jeno agreed.

You laughed to yourself in your drowsy state, biting your lip softly. "This has officially been the best Halloween ever."

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Short Channeled Letters From Your Boo! 💜

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Pile 1-

Hi you! ;)

I want to get right to the point. I might be distant lately, I know we used to hang out quite a lot, right? I miss it too. I miss you. Literally every single thing about you down to the smallest of details and I think you miss me too. You see me everywhere, don't you? I see you too, in my dreams, every time I close my eyes. No one understands me like you do, no one knows what I've been through like you do, we're best friends so of course this separation would hurt you, it hurts me too, but it's the best thing I could think to do. I found myself falling in love with you, I felt scared and vulnerable again like a child and the feeling scared me. I knew it was something so much deeper because I love you enough to change, I love you so much I don't want my demons to ever hurt you, ever. I'll be back! I can't stay away from you too long, I've got plans ;)

Be talking to you soon sweetie :) take care!

Pile 2-

Hey my angel, how are you my love? It's been such a crazy journey, right? So many wild twists and turns, but we made it through! We're almost there now! I've been manifesting you for awhile, from far away, while you're with them. I pray and hope you're willing to accept me this time, because I'm ready and I really want all of you. All of your shadows. Everything. I really want to kiss you. I know I don't show it often, I'm not in the position to really show you right now anyways even if I wanted to, but I will be soon ;) I can't wait to spoil you rotten, pamper you and love you the way you should be loved, I can do it all, I'm very willing. I think we're soulmates, I can't ever imagine letting you go again, our future plays in my dreams like my little safe haven. 😇

Love you, angel!

Pile 3-

Meeting you would have to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me, even if it's not our time :)

When I think of something perfect I think of you, you're what I want, you're what I crave but I just can't seem to open my eyes to look for you, baby I might be a fool sometimes, if I'm being honest I'm a mess a lot of the time and that's the problem, who wants to hear that, though, right? But it's the truth, that's why I keep attracting every one bad for me, isn't it? You deserve someone who's your knight in shining armor, someone who matches your energy perfectly and I'm not going to touch a single hair on your head until I feel like I'm worthy to. I'm working on matching my energy up there with yours, in so many aspects and different ways. There isn't anything you should ever worry about, darling. You're going to be my last puzzle piece 🧩💕.

[hsmtmtsjoefrankie]

I'd even dare to say it was the best song from the whole series.

Let's be dramatic, we have every right to be!!!

Over Again

I don't care what anyone says: Over Again was the best song from S4. No, do not debate with me because I will not hear it. Being a Seblos stan since 2021 has made me want a duet from them and I finally got it. I actually cried listening to it for the first time... it was 7am in the morning and my brother thought I was being dramatic.

Guess what? I'll be dramatic because Over Again >>>>>

[grace-mint]

A Fate Worse Than Death

Hardcore TW: Extreme Angst, SA, whipping, blood. It's rough y'all. Let me know if there's anything I forgot.

Also kinda shitty writing. This is my first fic, and idek if anyone will see this.

I rush into Rhysand’s office, slightly breathless. My mate sat at his desk in all his glory. He was the most beautiful male in the world, and if I wasn’t in a hurry, I would have taken the time to appreciate the spectacle of a being in front of me. Unfortunately I didn’t have that. “Rhys, the camps are getting worse, my father is back.” My father, the cruelest man I’ve ever met. He was a camp lord, but when Rhysand had placed the anticlipping laws into effect, he disappeared, along with multiple other Illyrian males who had the same beliefs as him: beliefs that females had no rights to their bodies. I had been on a mission, sent by Rhys, and I was in charge of protecting the females from these barbaric men. My father being one of them where I had an unfortunate run in with him Rhysand stood up from the desk, concern lacing his features,  and grabbed my hands. “Breathe, my love. Tell me what you found out.” 

I took a deep breath, clinging to my mate for stability. “He was there, and he was clipping a young girl’s wings. He left before I could kill the sorry bastard, but I was able to stop some of his men. They won’t be heard of ever again.” 

Rhys’ face morphed into one of anger. “I’m sorry you had to see him,” he said softly, before asking about the girl. “And the young girl, is she ok?” 

“I got there before any real damage could be done, and returned her to her mother, but she will be traumatized, understandably so.”

“How a man as wretched as him gave life to a creature as stunning and caring as you, I’ll never understand.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “One day, I’m going to kill him, and I will make it slow and painful.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “I just don’t understand how a young girl’s life isn’t worth more to those men.” My brow furrowed. “It sickens me, it reminds me of how I grew up, and I swore I would never allow another female to feel pain at my father’s hands. I failed.” My mate’s head snapped up at my words, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You have never failed. You are the strongest female I’ve ever known, the strongest person I’ve ever known, “ he amended.”You are working so hard to fully enact this law. I wish I could help you more.” 

I knew he couldn’t, still dealing with the after effects of the war against Hybern. He was in the process of rebuilding relations with the other courts, trying to create stronger alliances. “I know you can’t, and I don’t blame you. My father, let him be my problem.” My father and I had a terrible relationship. He was raised in one of the worse Illyrian camps, with even stricter beliefs. He believed in cutting a female's wings out entirely and that thought was so outlandish that even the most cruel of males didn’t believe in it. But my father was a different breed of asshole. He and my three older brothers made my life a living hell. After my mother passed, giving birth to me, he blamed me for her death. He thought that since my mother had a daughter, and not a son, I was a curse sent to ruin them, so from a young age, I was a toy for their amusement. A plaything to take their anger on. They beat me often, hiding me away from the world. When I reached maturity and started to bleed, they were prepared to cut my wings. They wanted to hang them on the wall as a reminder of the curse I was. 

The day my father and brothers were planning to enact their plan, I woke up early and ran for it. I knew I wouldn't make it far, but I was hoping and praying to the cauldron that someone would take pity on me. That was the fortunate day Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were visiting our camp. As I ran, my eldest brother, Treyvis, was gaining on me. He tackled me to the ground, binding my arms and slamming my face into the ground. That was when Rhysand found me, the bond clicking in his chest when he saw me, though he didn’t mention it for years later. They stopped what was happening, not before giving my brother a warning in the form of a beating, and took me back to Velaris. That was about 100 years ago. Rhysand and I have been mated for 95 of those years now. We have been through plenty of ups and downs, but the bond remained strong and stable, even when we were both stuck under the mountain. I had never known a love like this.

“Give me the word, and he’ll be no one’s problem. I’ll kill that bastard in a second with great joy.” Rhysand unwound his arms from my waist, pressing a kiss to my temple once more, and made his way back over to his desk. I steeled myself, preparing to ask his blessing for another mission. We both agreed when we were mated, we don’t ask permission, rather each other’s blessing. “Rhys, I want to go after him, to end this. To take down the little cult he has accumulated. He’s been off the map for years and seeing him today hurting that young girl, I want him dead, and I want to be the one to do it.”

Rhysand, the one person who knew me better than anyone in the world, knew this about me. While I may have never vocalized it, this was what I wanted. He motioned for me to come closer, and so I perched myself on his lap, winding my arms around his neck. 

“You are my brave, beautiful mate. You can handle anything, I know you can do this. It makes me scared to send you alone, but I know if I ask you to take Cas or Az you will refuse.” He was right about that, I wanted to do this alone, especially if something bad were to happen. “But I know you can take care of yourself. You've spent many years training, yet I can’t shake this feeling that something bad will happen. I know you can handle your own, I just get terrified at the thought of something happening to you.”

My heart ached at his words. I press a tender kiss to his lips. “I will always find my way home to you, to our friends, to Velaris. And when I come back, I will be free of the fear and the strife of that man.” 

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I should’ve listened to Rhys. I should have brought Cassian or Azriel with me. I cursed myself as I hung there, my arms bound in faebane shackles, with my father pacing in front of me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. If I was gonna die, I might as well die with the satisfaction of pissing him off. I reached down the bond again, not being able to reach it still, due to the faebane I was dosed with. 

I pissed him off a little too well it would seem though. He walked up to me, chuckling. “Oh my dear y/n, how idiotic you are. You hide away with your little whore of a mate, thinking you are safe, yet you’ll never be.” His words send a shiver down my spine, anger flaring at the term he used for my mate. 

“I hope you burn in hell.” 

“Now now, dear y/n, I would shut up before you anger me even more.” As he speaks, he brings his knife down my arms, slicing a long line from my shoulder to my elbow, then he repeats this on my other arm. I show no pain though, not willing to show this man any vulnerability. He takes the knife, now slicing my legs in a similar fashion. I hadn’t even noticed my leathers were gone when I had woken. I shivered at the thought of someone undressing me. 

“I’ll give you a chance to beg, it won’t do much, but it might make me be a little kinder.” 

I know he’s lying, so I say, “When he finds you, you will feel such pain, he will do worse things than killing you, as that will be a mercy.”

He smiles sadistically, “ What I do to you, will be more merciless than anything your mate will do to me.” He spat the words at me as he made his way behind me. I hear the unmistakable slither of a whip. I look up to see my brother, Treyvis, walking in, whip in hand. I seethe at the bastard. He merely sends me a sickly sweet smile.

“Do your worst, I don’t care,” the words came out nonchalantly despite the panic raging in my chest. I didn’t flinch as the first lash came down. The second one, had my body jerking forward as I realized what he was aiming for. He was aiming for my wings. Panic seized my body, uncontrollably as my inane instincts to protect my wings kicked in and they folded up. Hands seized my wings, stretching them out to full length. I looked up to see my two other brothers had shown up and were the ones in charge of holding my wings open. I started to struggle, realizing the dire situation I was truly in. The whip rained down on my back and wings, lash after lash, until the skin was completely flayed. It still didn’t stop though. I hung, my whole body weight being held up by the shackles digging into my skin. 

“Stop. Please,” my voice, hoarse from screaming, rasped. I didn’t want to beg, but my wings were never going to heal from this. My pleas fell on deaf ears.

Minutes, maybe hours later, the pain stopped. It took me a second to realize the whip stopped.  I hung there, my head bowing having no strength to lift it. I was finally released from the shackle, and I fell forward, face slamming painfully into a pool of my own blood on the ground. I was yanked up by my hair, neck tilted to the side. I felt a needle being stabbed into the side of my neck, dosing me with more faebane. I fell forward, once more, after being released. I raised my head barely enough to see four pairs of feet exiting the cell I was in. It wasn’t long after until I fell unconscious.

Hours, or maybe even days later, I woke up. I had no concept of time anymore, darkness all around me. My wounds had clotted well enough, despite the dose of faebane, I was still able to heal somewhat, although not well enough to even stand. I lay there, chest down, on the ground and ran through my memories to keep me sane. 

Rhysand and I days after he rescued me. Our first Starfall. When the mating bond finally snapped for me. Our frenzy, that lasted weeks. I missed Rhysand so dearly, regretting ever leaving his lap that day. I lay there for what feels like an eternity, slowly drifting in and out of sleep. I woke up to harsh hands grabbing me once more. My hands were forced into the shackles, and I mentally prepared myself for what was to come, promising myself to keep my mouth shut, not giving them the satisfaction of vocalizing the pain they were causing me. 

I immediately broke that promise as soon as I felt one wing lifted up and the cool steel of a blade against it. I let out a yelp, both at the surprise of the action and the pain of them touching my wing. I felt my fathers voice in my ear, sending the millionth shiver down my spine, as he said, “You are a whore who defiled herself to another whore. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these for quite some time.” Shameful tears began to pour down my cheeks as I realized what was to come. “Don’t worry, y/n, I’ll return you to your High Lord, but he won’t want you barren of wings. He also won’t want spoiled goods.”  I stiffened at his words as male walked in, presumably one of his guards. “He wants to have his way with you while we’re here.” My blood turned to ice at his words. Fear sparking in my soul, more fear than I’ve felt these past few days. At the first hack of the knife against the root of my wing, I let out the most pathetic yelp in the world. The pain was unbearable. The hacking kept going as the male approached me. He put his hands on me, tearing my shirt and pants off. He ran his hands over my body as the pain in my back flared on. I wanted to throw up as his hands touched me. I wanted to die right then and there. I did throw up at the thud of one of my wings hitting the ground. The male in front of me cursed and backhanded me across my face. I was weeping at this point, weeping at the loss of my wings, the loss of control over my body as this man reached lower and lower stopping between my legs. Lastly, I weeped for Rhysand to come save me. I knew he wouldn’t, that he couldn’t.I hadn’t been checking in with him through the bond, but it was too late for him to find me anyway, as my second wing traded to the ground and the male in front of me, now naked and readying himself, spread my legs, and took the most vulnerable thing I had to offer. I hung there, numb, as he entered my body, the feeling wrong and disgusting. I had stopped crying long ago, finding no will in me to want to go on. 

The male finished, leaving me naked, cold, and devoid of wings. I wanted to die, I wanted to die and never come back. I never wanted to face Rhysand again,or any of my friends. I wished they would’ve just killed me. 

Finally, my father walked back in again. “Pitiful y/n. Pathetic bitch.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You should have never left all those years ago, and now you’ve paid your price. I’m going to take you home.” He saw the fear in  my eyes at his words. “Oh? Don’t want to go home to your husband? I don’t blame you, who would want you, after you let yourself be defiled and you were too weak to protect your wings.” 

If looks could kill, this man would have dropped dead. 

“Well, let’s go.” He unshackled me. I looked up at him in confusion. 

“You’re letting me go?” I couldn’t even recognize my voice. “Why?” 

“I’m condemning you to a fate worse than death. You have to face your family, and they’ll all have to see that you let yourself get taken by another man. How will they react? I’m sure they’ll be disgusted.” My father grabbed my bruised arm, I hardly winced in pain, too focused on his words as they raced around in my brain. Surely Rhysand would still love me. But I had insisted on going on this mission, who could blame him if he didn't.

My father threw me a slip that hardly hid anything, and I quickly put it on before he tossed me over his shoulder and walked me out of the cell. I could’ve thrown again up at the sight of my wings, limp and lifeless, lying on the floor, never to take flight again. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as a blinding light hit my eyes. We were outside. I was thrown unceremoniously to the snow-covered ground. I shivered and curled into myself, hoping to achieve a bit of warmth. I didn’t bother looking up to see where my father had gone, I laid there instead. Ready to face my death. 

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“Y/N!! Oh fuck. Darling, wake up.” I felt a warm, gentle hand on my shoulder, rousing me from my sleep. I wanted to sleep, it was so nice and warm. A nice reprieve from the pain I had in my back for some reason. I hummed in annoyance, wanting the voice to go away. I was shivering though, my bed was extremely cold. It was then that all of the memories came flooding back, and I wrenched my eyes open with extreme effort. I attempted to sit up, but my back seized at the motion. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed in pain. 

“Be careful, don’t move. It’s ok. Stay still, please.” I recognized that voice, and I looked up to the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. 

“Rhys?” My voice was still raspy from the screaming. “Yes, it’s me. Stay still, Az and Cas are coming.” I felt the warmth of a coat over my shivering body, as Rhysand wrapped me in his coat, careful to avoid the bloody mess that was my back. “Stay awake.” His voice filled with panic as I drifted off again with the warmth of his embrace. I didn’t want to stay awake. This was nice, I wanted to sleep.

“Y/n, my heart, you have to stay awake.” His voice shook as he pleaded with me. I could barely hear him as I slipped further and further and further into the void, the only sounds being Rhys’ cries and begging me not to go sounded like a lullaby to me as I welcomed unconsciousness with open arms.

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If you made it this far, let me know! Gentle critiquing is welcome and appreciated.

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: so...why did no one tell me there was a sfw alphabet 🙃 lmao I had no idea until I saw a writer mutual do one for an anime character and I was gobsmacked lmao no idea why I didn't think a sfw one was out there if a nsfw existed lol ANYWAY this is my first time doing a SFW alphabet so figured I'd do it with the golden mad lad, I do plan on doing it for possibly the rest of the BTAS rogues I write for but we shall see lol Hope y'all enjoy!

BTAS Mad Hatter - SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

OH, Jervis is extremely affectionate. From the moment you wake up to the moment you're asleep he showers you in sweet words of affirmation. Holding your hand in his and periodically kissing the back of it, or gently kissing the top of your head or cheek…this man is affection incarnate.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jervis is a loyal friend. He always listens and remembers everything you say, you can depend on him which is extremely rare. The friendship between you two likely started when you treated the man with kindness regardless of his criminal status, something Jervis would grow to appreciate about you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh yes, please, cuddle this man. He yearns for nothing more than to hold you close to him and nestle his body into yours. Due to his height alone, he'll likely be the bigger spoon in the cuddle sessions but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be pleased to see you try and cuddle up to him tenfold.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jervis would love to settle down with someone he loves. Together and far away from Gotham (and Batman). I feel like since Jervis likely lived alone most of his life he's a fairly competent cook and cleans up after himself because he can't stand the clutter otherwise.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oof, I don't know if he would be the one to break up with anyone…however if he somehow had to, it likely would be over a letter–he knows it's not the best way to do it, but he knows if he even tried to do it face to face he would crack.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Umm…is after the third date too soon? Yes? Oh thats fine he can wait, just please keep being his until then. Jervis is extremely committed from the start, it's not often he gets a chance like this at love and he will stop at nothing to ensure he keeps it. Needless to say, he hears wedding bells constantly when he sees you, its only a matter of time…

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's incredibly gentle both physically and emotionally. He holds you like the finest china, if he holds you too hard you may break. He’s also very kind to you even if you don't give yourself that same luxury.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Please hug this man, please hug him and don't let him go – he can't think of a more welcoming predicament than to be wrapped up in your arms. The same can be said for you too, his towering figure completely wrapping himself around you, it feels like the perfect weighted blanket and the perfect safe place.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jervis has to actually put forth the effort to restrain himself from saying it far too soon. Hence why he puts so much effort into his actions, he prays his actions speak those words for him to you. However, after a significant amount of time has passed he will likely let it slip along with other sweet things he tells you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man is envious incarnate, clearly he has a whole episode dedicated to what his jealousy can drive him to do.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Jervis kisses are sweet and full of adoration. He puts his all into anything from a peck to a proper kiss on your lips. He sees it as a privilege every time he gets to kiss your lips, but he does enjoy giving you kisses on the top of your head or temple.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Jervis is great around children. His overall whimsical way of speaking and attire makes him especially amusing for children. He enjoys telling them stories and entertaining them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent showering you with affection to ensure you feel loved from the very start of the day, plus it starts your day off on a good note. He'll kiss along your face to slowly wake you up along with a promise of breakfast but you have to get up first.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent usually cuddled up in bed or on the loveseat, winding down after a long day. You two talk about anything and nothing at the same time, Jervis being a good listener and someone you can confide in about anything.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Jervis will likely wait and see if you actually stick around and respond well to his actions before slowly indulging things about himself. He does worry that some of his eccentricities could scare you away possibly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jervis has a fair amount of patience for those he cares about. He doesn't get angry with you easily unless you do something you know will outright anger him (conversing with the Bat, siding with the Bat…anything with Batman really). However when it comes to others that demean him or annoy him he can be angered easily.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jervis quite literally can't seem to learn enough about you. He remembers and recalls every little detail. He knows all your favorites by heart and picks up on any habits or routines you tend to keep.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night you kissed his cheek as a thank you for a favor he did for you. It was the last thing he ever expected but it was the best outcome he could imagine.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would protect you at all cost and by any means necessary. Jervis always has spare brain chips on hand to disarm and dissuade any enemies from harming you. And he would love nothing more than to have his significant other defend him in his time of need whenever he's under any verbal assault or being talked down to for any given reason.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Pretty much expect 110+% from this mad lad. He adores you and wishes for nothing more than any opportunity to show that to you. Jervis somehow manages to outdo himself every occasion, it can be somewhat overwhelming but you appreciate his efforts always.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Jervis can tend to pry or be nosy from time to time, he doesn't mean to offend or overstep boundaries. Part of it is his insecurity of you leaving and another is his desire to know everything especially when it pertains to you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Jervis is well aware he isn't a conventionally attractive man. What with his tea stained buck teeth with an overbite, shaggy yellow hair and lack of chiseled featuress–it does make him slightly concerned and causes his insecurities to fester which often prevent him from even trying to shoot his shot.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once he’s with you and you two have been together for some time–he would absolutely feel incomplete without you…

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Jervis is highly likely to actually reform if he has someone supporting him waiting on the other side of the Arkham gates and as long as Batman doesn't interfere in any way…

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone far too serious for their own good. You gotta have a little bit of whimsy and also not have too strong of affiliations with Batman…

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I imagine Jervis is the type to definitely settle in with a book when it's time to go to bed (if he has a partner, it's hard for him to sleep without them there).

[thesoleilla]

can i request a saeyoung one shot where he wants to celebrate reader's birthday but as much as they like the idea reader feels like they're not worth the special treatment bc of how badly their controlling parents treated them and always used 'special' treatments to make up for the abuse so basically reader is anxious n saeyoung is determined to show his love aaa

The only birthday to ever matter - Saeyoung x reader

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"When's your birthday?"

Was a question Saeyoung never bothered to ask. You just figured he didn't care, after all, you hadn't asked for his birthday either, it was fine. At least you didn't have to remember... didn't have to think about...that. What used to happen.

But your relationship with Saeyoung was so different. So much better, so much safer. Yet, sometimes, you couldn't help but be reminded of your parents' past actions when Saeyoung did some things.

It was the little things. Saeyoung was a rather affectionate person afterall, it was no wonder he loved to spoil you to bits. Yet... there were tumes when you couldn't help but be reminded of your parents trying to make up for their mistreatment.

Rationally, you knew Saeyoung had no such intentions. However, that didn't stop your mind from freaking out.

So, when your birthday came up, you were nervous. Yes, you had never told him when your birthday was so he couldn't know but...come on. This is Saeyoung we're talkîg about. He probably found out the exact hour and hospital you were born in that day you first came into the RFA chatroom. You juqt have to hope that he forgot-

That was what you were thinking, until one of Saeyoung's many robot cats shot confetti at you.

Great.

Well, you never actually told him that you didn't want to celebrate so... you could've predicted this was going to happen.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" Saeyoung burst into the room with a...trumpet? Followed by an army of cat robots playing various instruments. That man was crazy. You loved him for it. You still had to admit his brain was funky though.

Saeyoung just fell next to you on the couch you were sitting on, giving you a small kiss on the cheek as he did, 'What's wrong?"

Wait, was somerhing wrong? Looking back... you had been sitting there, completely still for quite some time while Saeyoung was celebrating next to you.

"N-nothing! Thank you! I'm just...tired that's all!" You quickly spat out, praying he wouldn't notice your hurry.

"Come on then! Let's celebrate! You know, your birthday is the most beautiful day of the year for me~ A day where I get to spoil the one I love even more than usual~"

You flinch. He notices. Oh nooooooo.

You'd love to be able to appreciate the attention, but you can't help it, your body stiffens at the thought. Memories of your birthday have never been particularly happy, and your defense reflexes came in because of that.

"Sae-" the words just couldn't come out of your mouth. You tried again, but he just shushed you. He understood. You didn't need to bury yourself under messy excuses, he knew. And it would be okay.

"We don't have to do anything though. You know, I'm happy just staying by your side. Hell, even if you needed alone time, seeing you get some rest would make me happy too. It's your birthday, and we're going to spend it however you want, okay? If you want some big romantic gestures, you know I can do that. But if you just need a regular day at home, I'm gonna give you just that." He smiled at you and oh god his smile.

You burried your head in his chest and smiled up at him, finally truly calming down. Maybe celebrating your birthday wouldn't be that bad now, with Saeyoung by your side.

Later that day, you got back to your bedroom and found your bed filled with confetti.

"....I went a bit overboard" Saeyoung blushed lightly and looked away. It was always so charming when he let his walls down and let his vulnerability shine through.

A/N: Hello there!!! I'm back in the game y'all (I keep saying that, posting 2 fics and giving up but I swear it's for real this time) This is short and definitely not the best quality, but I want to stop being a perfectionnist about my fics so I'm working towards that Also, this request is literally two years old, I am SO SORRY

[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Sixth Course: You've always wished for him the best life could offer. But what if you are the best that the universe could ever offer to him? Be salty enough, you guess? 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Happier

wc: 678

genre & warnings: angst, fluff if u squint, lovers to exes to friends, Yeji from ITZY, etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"Look! It's adorable! Do you think Mingi will like this?" the girl squeals, grabbing a lilac sweater and showing it to you.

You examined the fabric, and somehow, it made you remember the exact clothing that Mingi prefers.

Gray. Cotton. Oversized.

Still, Mingi will appreciate the thoughtful gift.

"Yeah, he'll love it. Especially since you bought it." you smile, and the girl jumps excitedly, immediately buying the sweater before clinging to you.

"Thank you so much for accompanying me." Yeji hooks her arm with yours, happily skipping in the mall and you can only give her a weak smile.

"It's no problem, really. I'm glad that I can help you." you mumble, laughing a bit when she whines about how helpful you are.

Lies.

Who on earth would feel any ounce of joy when the current girlfriend is asking the ex-girlfriend to help her with picking a gift.. for the man that was once yours and now her boyfriend.

You suppose that it's normal (self gaslight), since you and Mingi broke up mutually, and you two are in the same circle of friends.

The romantic aspect of your relationship was long gone but the camaraderie remains.

It was a well-thought decision on both sides, for the sake of your friends and family, to be casual with each other with no hard feelings.

It was fine and all, until he got a new girl.

You have to bear the pain of watching him be a better, or best, version of himself simply because he is utterly in love with her.

Her being Yeji.

As much as you wanted to hate her, you can't.

Not only is she pretty, but she's also very mature.

When you first met her and she learned that you and Mingi were exes, the way she handled the information was excellent. You explained to her the situation and the agreement, and she was very understanding.

She embraced you fully, accepting you like a sister. She showed you kindness, basically an angel sent from heaven to grace you with blessings. No jealousy, no hostility, only pure intentions.

You hated the way Mingi smiles at her adoringly, his eyes crinkling with affection with the same valor that was once reserved for you.

You hated it whenever Mingi did things for Yeji that he failed to do during your relationship.

But you hated it the most whenever it was shoved in your face that Mingi had found someone new but you still haven't.

You have been replaced so easily while you continuously find it difficult to love again.

The bottom line of all these though, is the fact that you can't hate Yeji.

She has been nothing but a good friend to you. She supported you when you needed it the most, gave you gifts, and she even tried to make you date when you spilled to her the ever growing insecurity of wanting to be with someone again.

You don't despise it when she handed the gift to Mingi, said man happily accepted it then proceeded to give her a loving kiss.

Loathe is not an emotion you harbor but rather... melancholy.

When Yeji turned to you with a proud smile, you had no choice but to act like everything was okay.

You watch her whisper to Mingi, then he turns to you to give you a thumbs up, to which you roll your eyes at him before doing the same thing.

You did wish for him to lead a life of rainbows and flowers, but you weren't ready to witness it.

You did pray for him to meet someone but not so soon, as it gives you a sense of bitterness that the gods listen to you when you pray for someone, but never to you since you are always facing some sort of a challenge before completely having the things that you wanted.

A sigh escapes your lips as your eyes follow the joyful couple.

Selfish yes, but somehow, you hoped that paradise wouldn't come so effortlessly for them unless a storm comes in first.

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[thewardenisonthecase]

There Used to be Five of Us - Final

Chapter 6: The Hawke Family

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Chapter 5

Series Summary: Snapshots of different moments between Elizabeth Hawke and her family.

Chapter Summary: Nothing will ever be the same.

A/N: This is the final chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read this story and come on this very sad journey with me, I couldn't have done it without y'alls support.. I hope you enjoyed this and let's cry together🩷

Word Count: 1588

On the day of Elizabeth’s 21st birthday, she found herself in Lothering’s chapel, praying. It was an unusual sight, as she was the one who least frequented the Chantry amongst her family, but today, she had good reasons too. 

She wasn’t sure if she was doing this properly. The idea of kneeling in front of Andraste’s statue felt awkward but she did so anyway. With her hands clasped together and her eyes closed, she asked for just one thing from the Maker: 

‘Keep my family safe.’

Elizabeth had gone to sleep the previous night, after her conversation with her father, with a terrible feeling in her stomach. It was a feeling that plagued her dreams and followed her well after waking up. She tried to brush it off as just nervousness, but she felt like a cloud followed her the entire day. 

She couldn’t quite name it. But it was as if part of her knew that something was about to change. 

She did not want to alarm her mother. With father sick, she already had too much to worry about. She also knew that if she told either Carver or Bethany, they would only make the situation worse. 

And so, Elizabeth went to the only place where she hoped she could find some peace. There was a certain irony to it - the Chantry, which represented all of her family's troubles, was where she found enough silence to be able to gather her thoughts. 

She had her doubts if the Maker would listen to her. She was, afterall, a mage, and if the Mother’s words were anything to go by, that was a stain on her soul.

Still, He had put her, and every other mage, in this world for a reason, she figured, and so, praying could not hurt. 

‘Keep them safe. Please.’

She heard whispering beside her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Bethany and Carver standing there.

“Elizabeth?” Bethany spoke. “What are you doing here?” 

“What does it look like? I’m trying to pray.” 

“You’ve got to be joking, right?” Carver smirked, but the serious look on Elizabeth’s face told him otherwise. “Maker, you’re really praying.” 

She looked at him. “I’m not you, I don’t come here to ogle that one red haired sister.” 

“Hey!”

“She’s not wrong.” Bethany said. 

“You’re taking her side?!” 

Elizabeth smirked. “Try not to cry too much about it, Carver.” 

He rolled his eyes at them, and Eliza turned to her sister. “But what are you two doing here?” 

“We came looking for you. Mother’s calling us for supper.” 

She frowned. “Already? But it’s still so early.” 

“She said she wanted to celebrate your birthday early.” Carver crossed his arms. “So father wouldn’t have to stay awake long.” 

“Ah.” She said looking down. She wondered if in the time she left the house, he had gotten worse. “Let’s not keep them waiting, then.”  

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“You shouldn't be standing here, Malcolm. You should be resting.” Leandra scolded him as soon as Malcolm made his presence in the kitchen known. 

“It’s Eliza’s birthday. I won’t spend it in bed.” He huffed, as he walked up to her. “Besides, I thought you would appreciate the help.” 

Leandra smiled, sadly, as she cupped his face. “I do. But I also worry.” 

Malcolm mirrored her expression. “Everything will be alright.” He said, before he started to cough, holding his chest. She tapped his back, and he took more than a few seconds to recover.

“I don’t know about that.” Leandra whispered, almost imperceptibly. “But if you want to help, finish setting the table. The kids should be arriving at any moment.” 

“Of course.” He kissed her cheek before getting on with his task. Leandra walked back into the kitchen, as she finished the food. It was a tradition in their household, ever since Eliza was born - on each of their children’s birthdays, she would cook their favorite meals and they would eat cake as dessert. 

Once all plates were on their respective places, Malcolm finally sat down. He could feel a pain in his chest, a pain that hurt more with each shaky breath he took. He reached for some of the elfroot he kept in his pockets, chewing on it as the feeling subsidized. He just needed to make it till everyone else had fallen asleep. 

Minutes passed until all three of his children finally arrived. 

“Finally. I was starting to wonder if the templars had gotten all of you.”

He saw Eliza frown at the sight of him, before shaking her head. “As if they would have any luck with that.” Elizabeth said, as she walked up to her father. “How are you feeling?” 

“As well as I can be.” He said, smiling gently. “But today is not about me, is it?” 

Elizabeth mirrored his expression, and soon, the twins were called to the kitchen to aid their mother. 

It did not take long for everything to be ready, and soon, the family was reunited once more. They talked, as they ate. Carver and Bethany told him about finding Elizabeth in the Chantry, and in turn, his eldest teased her siblings about the red headed lay sister. Leandra scolded all three of them, but he could see the hidden smile on her face. 

Once upon a time, a family felt like a distant dream to him, but as Malcolm looked at each of their smiling faces, laughter filling the room, he found that he was happy. 

His eyes met Leandra’s, and for a second, he was a young man once again, and her hair was black and not grey, as they shared one moment at a fated ball. He closed his eyes, and let himself relive the memory of the night his life had changed. 

“That spell you did.” The young lady had approached him. “It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.” 

He smirked, bowing. “You flatter me, my lady.” He took her hand and kissed it. 

“Leandra. You may call me Leandra.” She said, and he noticed the blush on her cheeks. “And what of your name, sir?” 

“Malcolm. Malcolm Hawke.” 

When he opened them again, he was laying on the floor, dazed, and the pain in his chest was too much to bear. 

. 

It had all happened too fast. 

She saw her father close his eyes. She thought he was just appreciating the food, or maybe he was lost in thought. But suddenly, Malcolm fell sideways off his chair. 

In a second, all of the other Hawke family members were on their feet. Leandra kneeled behind him, putting his head on her lap. Bethany’s hands glowed above his chest, as she tried to summon all of the healing magic she knew. Carver paced around, unsure of what to do, until their mother told him to go find a healer. 

And Elizabeth held her father’s hand, looking in his eyes. 

“Breathe, Father, breathe.” She urged him, as he opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to. 

“Just hang on, love, Carver will come back with someone.” Leandra said, and by the tone in her voice, Eliza knew she was crying. 

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed the way Bethany’s hands shook, and she could faintly hear her pray. Each moment that passed felt slower than the previous. Elizabeth kept hoping that by some miracle, Carver would show up with a healer, who’d shove some magic potion down Malcolm’s throat, and he would be fine again. 

He could not die. He couldn’t. 

Could he? She looked down at her hands and her knuckles were white from how tightly she held onto his hand. 

“Eliza…” Her father whispered and she leaned close to hear. “Promise…you’ll take care…of everyone…promise me.” 

She looked at him and shook her head. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine.” 

“You know…that I won’t….” he coughed out. “Please…”

Elizabeth inhaled a breath before nodding. “I promise, I promise. Father…” 

She saw his hand reaching towards her, as he smiled. “It’ll be…alright…”

His hand dropped onto his chest and the world stood still. The three women stared at each other, silence reigning over them. 

Leandra was the first to break, crying out as she threw herself over him, crying that it couldn’t be. Bethany brought a hand to her mouth as she began to sob. 

Elizabeth stared at her dead father’s body. His eyes lifessly stared back at her as she stood up. When Carver arrived, she only said “He’s gone” before moving past him and out of the house. 

Ferelden’s cold night’s air bit into her skin, but she couldn't feel the cold. Her nails pressed against her hand, close to drawing blood, but she still could not feel it. Any of these feelings were temporary. The pain in her chest would be eternal.

She looked to the sky. Was this the Maker’s will? What kind of sadistic god was He? 

The promise she made rang in her head. She remembered the day Carver and Bethany were born, and what Malcolm had told her.

It means that if anything ever happens to your mother or I, it’s your responsibility to protect your brother or sister.

She gulped, swallowing back her tears. She could not afford to fall apart just now. Holding her head high, she walked back home and in that moment she felt it in her skin.

Nothing would ever be the same. Not as long as there were not five of them. 

The End.

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[rhymeswithchronic]

Ahh can you believe it guys?? We reached over 100 followers!! You have no idea how much I appreciate all of your support and love. It genuinely means SO MUCH to me as a writer and an artist!!!

I've written for a few different fandoms, but did you know the very first story I ever wrote was a Pokemon Fanfiction called My Life as a Pokemon? I was in third grade and it was essentially a knock off Mystery Dungeon clone! I genuinely started writing it out of spite because I didn't like that my classmate was getting a lot of attention for writing little short stories and I wanted that attention lol. Who would've thought that saltiness and pettinessd would've started me on the path I'm on now!

My biggest solo project is obviously my Don't Starve fanfic, "What This World Has to Offer" at a whopping 103 chapters currently and an unhealthy amount of personal art related to it. I specify solo project before I'm part of a group-developed project based on an original universe lovingly called Resonance! I don't talk about it a whole lot on here because it's kind of my personal baby, but I do actually write original fiction.

I'm almost certain that most of y'all are here from the Parkour Civ/PvP Civ fandom and know me from my series, Mercy for the Lamb. Genuinely, in all my years of writing I have never felt so embraced and loved by a fandom.

If it weren't for the fandom, I definitely would've just forgotten about and moved on from Parkour Civ immediately after watching it. Then, someone suggested the fic "a how-to guide on accepting your "happy" ending" by AngelMyst on a Tiktok video, which made me realize how banger the fics were in this fandom, leading me to read "Your Baby Teeth Would Pray For You" by starstrucksun which SOLIDIFIED my love for the fandom.

I really only planned on writing one story, "The Memories Fade (But the Body Remembers)" after reading "and with this heavy heart" by Esspherial because I was so obsessed with the weirdly intense subject matter present in PvP Civ. After that was "Crusader" which focused on my love for the "Noobs did desperate things to keep from starving" headcanon. Things kinda went crazy after I read "The Goat and The Calf" by AlienCatBoy. It's a shorter one-shot based on the premise of PvP Evbo meeting his Parkour Civ counterpart. You can 100% thank them for getting me obsessed with that concept.

After "Mercy for the Lamb" was "Sacrificial Lambs and the Gods Who Request Them", directly inspired by "It Started" by ImReadingAt3Am because I LOVED how that story was written, especially the very brief ending where Evbo is found in the midst of his panicking and taken care of by one of the Diamond Swords, which I ATE up and desperately needed more of. A lot of the comments on Sacrificial Lambs really wanted to see Parkour God Evbo beat up people in PvP Civ, leading to "Vengeance for the Lamb"! And now I'm so deep into it I don't think I can stop any time soon.

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Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 9

A/N: Ahhhh, the penultimate chapter! There was so much screaming after the last one! Will your screams be satisfied?! Please keep reading and commenting. I live for it! Love you all 🩷🩷

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Warnings: not much, alcohol use, cussing, kissing, angst

Word count: ~2.2k

Later that night, as Sonny sleeps peacefully on his pillow beside her, Vivian cries herself to sleep, silent tears streaming down her face.

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Elvis paces Graceland almost constantly while Sonny and Vivian are gone on their honeymoon. When they come back, he hosts a party to welcome them home, but it's a thinly veiled excuse for him to see Viv again. He knows Priscilla isn't stupid. She has to be able to tell something is going on with him, but he's not really sure he cares. There seems to be something distracting her these days too.

On the day of the party, Elvis is on edge trying to make sure everything is perfect. By the time Sonny and Viv finally arrive, he's so worked up he's chain smoking cigarillos and his stomach is filled with butterflies like he's a teenager. He stands in the foyer smiling awkwardly. She looks even more beautiful than he imagined and he's dying to take her in his arms and kiss her the way he really wants to, but all of a sudden Sonny is there shaking his hand.

"Can we talk, boss?"

"Oh, um, sure can I just... I want to-" He gestures to Viv but Sonny cuts him off.

"No, we need to talk now." Elvis looks back at Viv as Sonny ushers him into the kitchen for some privacy.

"What is it, Sonny?" Elvis asks, clearly annoyed.

"I know about the wedding." The butterflies in his stomach freeze.

"What about the wedding?" He asks, praying Sonny isn't talking about what he thinks he's talking about.

"About you and Vivian. Jerry told me." Elvis shifts uncomfortably. "You're my friend and I know you. I know you're not trying to break up my marriage. So I'm asking you to stay away. Please. I know y'all have always had a thing, but she's my wife now. Please let us be happy."

Elvis looks at him in stunned silence. He never dreamed Sonny knew, but more than that he never imagined this is how he would react. Stay away? Now, when they're so close to finally being what he wants?

"I'm begging you, Elvis."

Elvis nods slowly. Sonny has been a good friend to him for too many years to count. He hears himself agree to stay away, still not sure he'll be able to keep that promise. But he makes it anyway.

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Vivian is shocked and confused by Elvis's distance before he eventually leaves for Vegas in January. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't for him to avoid her completely. Maybe the guilt of what happened between them finally got to him. Or maybe he realized that he really didn't want her. Either way, she tries to keep her mourning silent and contained, focusing on her modeling career and her new husband.

Sonny is the perfect picture of a doting husband. Something about the marriage seems to have sent him into a lovestruck tailspin and he showers her with affection and lavish gifts. If she didn't know any better, she'd swear he was trying to prove something to her. Still, she misses Elvis. She appreciates all of the attention, but she can't help wishing it was Elvis doing all of it for her.

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At the end of February, Elvis comes home from Vegas to find Priscilla in a state. She's crying and frantic and if he's being honest, he's more annoyed than concerned. He's spent the last two months longing for Viv and trying to convince himself that Cilla is a good wife and their marriage is worth saving. This isn't helping her case.

"Calm down, Cil, what is it?" She finally comes and sits next to him on the edge of their bed. He's hoping she's not going to try to make love to him for whatever reason. She's his wife and he'll do it, but he can't guarantee he won't imagine Viv and that makes it hard for him to moan the correct name.

"I can't do this." She shakes her head and wrings her hands.

"Can't do what, Cil? Just tell me what's going on."

"I can't stay here. With you." His mouth drops. That was not anywhere on his list of possibilities for what was going to happen.

"You can't... what?" She stands up and walks away from him.

"I can't stay with you. I have to leave. I'm... I just have to go."

"Priscilla, why? What happened?" She turns back to him with tears in her eyes.

"I'm in love with someone else." His heart drops. The fact that he is too is lost in his wounded pride.

"You're... what?!" He stands up and walks towards her filled with rage. Priscilla looks up at him defiantly, her own rage bubbling to the surface.

"No! You don't get to be mad at me for this!"

"I'll be mad if I damn well please!" She stomps to her dresser and pulls something out of the top drawer, throwing it at him.

"Don't act like you're so innocent!" He looks down at what she threw. Panties. Viv's panties. "Found those in your jacket pocket when I took it to have it cleaned. They're Vivian's aren't they?"

"Cilla, you know there have been other women." He says it quietly, his mind flooded with memories of being with Viv.

"This is different! You're in love with her, aren't you?" He looks up at her, his blue eyes round and tortured.

"Yes." She sobs openly.

"Our marriage is over Elvis. You can have her." For one bright, shining moment there's a glimmer of hope. And then he remembers Sonny and the promise he made to him to stay away. He looks back at Priscilla.

She had already packed, so it doesn't take long for her to be gone. He stands in the living room as she drives away. Then he turns and kicks over a table, sending the objects on it flying. He sits with his head in his hands.

Now he has no one.

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Vivian is home alone, pacing around her living room. She knows Elvis is home from Vegas and she's dying to call him, but she knows she shouldn't. Sonny won't be home until tomorrow and her mind is racing with possibilities. But no, she can't. He probably doesn't want her anyway. This is the last thought she has before she hears someone pull into the driveway. Surely Sonny isn't home early?

She peeks through the front curtains and watches as Elvis stumbles out of the car. He has a bottle of something in his hand and rather than walking up to the front door, he turns in the driveway and hollers at the house.

"Vivian!" She waits for a second, trying to decide what to do. He stumbles a few steps and yells again. "Viv!!"

When she realizes he can barely walk, she rushes out the front door to him. He smiles when he sees her and holds out his arms.

"My beautiful Viv. You always come when I call." His voice is slurred, his words thick. She lets him lean on her and half carries him up to the house. When they get inside and she gets him settled on the couch, she grabs the bottle. It's peach brandy and it's almost empty. "That's my second bottle."

"Oh my god, Elvis. You don't drink. What is going on?"

"I figured my wife leaving me was a good enough excuse."

"Wait, Priscilla... left?"

"Yep. She's gone." He leans forward with his head in his hands and starts to cry. Then he sniffs loudly and turns to Vivian. "After everything I gave up for her. She left."

Vivian sits on the couch speechless. For the first time since she's known him, he has no obligation to any other woman. Some small part of her leaps with hope, but she's the one with the obligation now.

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't have nobody else. Didn't want nobody else." He reaches out and cups her cheek with his big, warm hand. Then he pulls away suddenly and tries to sit up. "Promised Sonny I'd leave you alone, though. I'm pretty bad at promises."

"You promised Sonny you'd leave me alone?"

"Yep. At the welcome home party for you. He knows about us at your wedding." A lightbulb goes off for Viv.

"That's why he's been so... and why you've avoided me since then."

"Mhmm. Didn't want to break up a happy home." He hiccups and leans back on the couch. She realizes how close he is to passing out.

"We need to get you to a bed because I won't be able to move you if you fall asleep here."

"Okay." He half whispers, half sighs. She helps him take off his shoes and jacket and stand up and then they make their way down the hallway. When she gets him onto a bed in one of the extra rooms, she watches as he looks around, noticing the pink, blue, and yellow paint swatches on the wall and the rocking chair in the corner. "Viv, are you...?"

His eyes move to her stomach and he sobs. She sighs deeply as he grabs her and pulls her to him, weeping.

"I really lost you, didn't I?"

"Elvis, I'm not pregnant yet."

"No, but you wanna be. You will be soon." Viv buries the thought that she'd rather be pregnant with his baby. It does no good to tell him that. Instead, she kneels down in front of him and holds his face in both hands.

"You didn't lose me, Elvis. It's not possible. I'll be yours until the day I die. Even if it's just as a friend." The last part cuts through her like a knife and she can tell it hurts him too. But what other option is there? She's married.

And then he kisses her. He pulls her body in close to his and presses his mouth to her. She can taste the sweetness of the brandy as she opens her lips to his tongue. He drags her up onto the bed with him and lays down with her in his arms, his mouth never leaving hers. When he finally comes up for air, she touches her nose to his gently.

"You're too drunk for this, babe." He shakes his head.

"'M not, honey."

"You said no to me twice for this exact reason. I'm not going to take advantage of you."

"I promise you won't." He kisses her softly. "Please."

"Elvis, I have a husband." She whispers as he kisses her neck.

"You're telling me you don't wish it was me?" A wave of longing and desire washes over her. That's exactly what she wishes every time Sonny makes love to her. But the guilt is about to kill her.

"I can't." She pulls away to get out of the bed.

"No, wait. Please stay with me. I won't touch you anymore. I promise. I just don't want to be alone." She looks at him, his blue eyes pleading and sweet, the same boyish look from all those years ago. Something about that look makes it impossible for her to say no, so she crawls back into the bed and snuggles into him. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. "Thank you, baby."

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The next morning, Elvis wakes up with a pounding headache, but he doesn't care when he realizes Viv has her head on his chest. The thought that this is how he'd like to wake up every day slams into him and a lump forms in his throat. Still, his sober self remembers his promise to Sonny and is overcome with guilt. At least they didn't have sex. She was right to stop him.

He slides out of the bed without disturbing her and walks back out to the living room. He slips on his shoes and throws the almost-empty bottle of brandy in the trash. Then, he goes back to the bed and kisses her cheek gently. She doesn't stir, so he leaves quietly. For the first time, going to Graceland doesn't feel like going home. She is his home.

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Vivian wakes up when the front door opens and closes. At first, she thinks it's Elvis leaving, so she sits up quickly, but it's not.

"Hey honey, I'm home!" Sonny calls from the entryway. She breathes a sigh of relief that Elvis is not still here. A big part of her wishes he was and they could just get it over with, but she knows that's not kind to Sonny. "What the hell is this?!"

She hears him yell from the living room and she bolts out of bed. When she gets there, she finds him standing with Elvis's jacket in his hand.

"He was here, wasn't he?!" He's never yelled at her before. She doesn't want to lie, but she also doesn't want to hurt him.

"Yes. But nothing happened! It wasn't like that! He was just drunk and upset about Priscilla leaving."

"I told that bastard to stay away."

"Sonny, I promise, it was nothing."

"I'm sure. It's never nothing between you two." She stands in silence. He's not wrong. "Vivian, I'm going to ask you one question and I want you to be honest with me."

She nods slowly in anticipation.

"Are you in love with him?" She looks at Sonny with tears in her eyes. Would it be more kind to lie? Or is it finally time for him to know the truth?

"Are you?!"

"Yes."

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A Bit of Peace

Summary: 1918. Clara thought the boys coming home safe would fill her with a bit of peace, but with the boys back in Birmingham, everything just seems different. Off. Tommy's not sleeping. Arthur's always drinking. John doesn't laugh as much. Ada's never home. Finn's never been meaner to his twin. And Clara doesn't know what to do with any of it.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Finn Shelby, Joey Shelby (John's kid) & Clara Shelby

Request (from anon back in Oct 2022 for the LLB 4 year celebration): Dialogue number 10 please. Maybe younger Finn and Clara (around the age she is currently in LLB) and he is annoying her and all she wants is some peace and quiet xx

Content Warnings: nightmares, PTSD

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Clara heard something over the quiet of the house—some sort of noise that worked as a lead around her neck, yanking her out of her dreams, the wisps of which she couldn’t quite cling to though she knew it had been a good dream, something better than real life though still close enough to be a comfort that had carried her through the early morning hours. 

She turned toward her brother. Tommy was beside her under the covers, asleep and still aside from the steady heaving of his chest, though there was a terrible crease there in the middle of his forehead, an unrest Clara wished she could reach out and smooth away with a swipe of her thumb. 

Clara had a feeling it would only wake him though, any deviation from the right here and right now, and as much as she wished to soothe, to return them to some sort of normal that wasn’t the normal they found themselves in now, she knew Tommy needed to rest. 

He needed the peace.

Her brother was tired—exhausted, really. Tommy had a weariness about him that Clara only saw in bits and pieces, most often late at night or early in the morning, before the rest of the house was awake. She saw it in those very quiet moments, few as they were. And even in those moments, she rarely saw it for long. Tommy was good at keeping it to himself, his own way of keeping the peace.

Clara had seen it in hime the night before though, the color of disquiet painted in Tommy's eyes when she pushed his door open sometime after 2 in the morning. 

He had been on the bed when Clara came in, his gaze only catching onto hers after a very long moment, almost if Tommy had been somewhere else entirely rather than there on Watery Lane, as if Clara's tentative late-night knocking had been slowly calling him home, back to her. 

Clara regretted the interruption as she struggled to find the once steadfast connection with her brother, almost immediately regretting her decision to get out of bed. The two of them looked at each other in the near dark of Tommy's room and neither of them spoke. Tommy took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face as Clara remained by the door.

There was a time when Clara had taken the steps between her and Tommy's bedrooms without a thought, like the train tracks carrying Clara’s concerns led only to her brother’s arms. But that all felt like it was from a different time. Back when Clara was little. Back when she knew her brother, knew their life. She didn’t know anything now. Not really. 

They were all so different now—her brothers, her sister, her…Clara had barely seen her sister in the short weeks since the boys had returned home. If she had seen her sister, she might have asked her about everything she was feeling, all the things she couldn't quite say to Tommy. Clara might have voiced her concerns to Ada, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t be dismissed, that her melancholy wouldn’t be misconstrued for something she didn't want it to be.

Because the boys were home now. This was what Clara had been wishing on, praying on in the pew beside Aunt Polly each and every time she was dragged off to church. Clara had worn out the request, asking again and again to have the boys back, to have their family back together. She had asked to have Tommy in the room beside her, ready to soothe her nightmares. She had asked to have Arthur’s all-encompassing hugs and the warm blanket of John’s laughter. Clara had asked for it all, but somehow what she got had fallen short of whatever she had imagined in her head leaving a heavy, aching feeling in her chest that she couldn’t quite understand, couldn’t help but feel guilty of. Because it should have been enough. She should have been grateful.

A noise sounded off again down the hall—Finn was messing about with their nephew, making a racket even though the sun was barely up. She'd nearly gone to her twin's room last night before remembering that their nephew was there with him. Clara had known she'd get no comfort for Finn in that case, not when there was an audience.

Clara glanced at Tommy again. Still he slept, a bit of restlessness in him now, a tense relationship there between him and sleep, but a relation nevertheless. 

Clara had lay awake beside her brother for hours after they stopped speaking, both of them pretending beneath the covers and closeness that had once been a comfort. She'd been the restless one then, the tension between them making her feel very sorry for sharing any of her woes with Tommy in the first place, as if the bad dream she’d had was very silly thing—trivial. Certainly not something to be concerning her big brother about in the middle of the night. She was too big for that sort of thing.

Even though Tommy had offered Clara his reassurances, it didn't offer her the slightest bit of peace, all the usual words she remembered sounding a bit flat and tired as they came from his lips. Tommy had never liked it when Clara lied to him, omitting things and sparing him the troubling thoughts on her mind, but she got to thinking she should have kept her woes to herself this time. Something told her that maybe—this time—Tommy wouldn't mind so much.

When the noise from the hall sounded again, Clara gently lifted the covers and eased herself from the mattress. She winced as her bare toes touched the cool wood floors, turning back to see if the movement or the small hiss that had shot through her lips had shaken her brother from his rest, but Tommy' still slept's eyes were still closed, his breaths still steady and deep. 

Clara crossed the room and eased the door open just enough for her body to slip through. Any further and Clara knew it would announce her movements with a nasty creak. She closed the door slowly, holding her breath as if the sounds she was making would wake him rather than the sounds from Finn’s bedroom, the noise coming on more steadily now. 

There was a time when Clara and Finn were allowed to make all the noise they wished in the early morning hours, a time when there were fewer of them in the house, just the twins and Polly and Ada. Polly always woke early to deal with business or God. And their Ada slept like the dead, leaving Clara and Finn and whoever else was around to play without concern for their volume, without need of keeping any sort of peace and quiet. If anything, the house had been too quiet back then, too empty.

But that had all changed with the boys back home, with Tommy back in his bedroom at the end of the hall. Even though it was rare that Tommy was asleep when the twins weren’t, Clara made an effort anyhow. She made an effort to keep a peace no one had explicitly asked for. 

“What do you want?” Finn asked before Clara could even push herself over the threshold, some small part of her shying away from the hard edge of her twin’s tone. 

“Yeah, what do you want?” Joey echoed, mimicking his uncle, feeling bold in the absence of a real adult.

Clara tried to pull the door closed behind her, to muffle the conversation she was sure carried down the hall to Tommy’s sleeping ears. She shushed her twin and her nephew as the latch caught. 

“Silence,” Clara whispered. “But it seems that’s too much to ask for, so maybe just be a little quieter. Tommy’s still sleeping.” 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Only because you’re a baby. Kept him up with your crying last night,” he said. “Us too. We could hear you carrying on. Right, Joey?” 

The little boy nodded and Clara’s lip wobbled ever so slightly, a tight lump forming in her throat and making her want to cry, the start of hot tears forming at the corner of her eyes, her fitful night of sleep settling her already charged emotions on edge.

Clara wasn’t exactly sure when Finn had become so different, when he had changed, a bit of a mean streak sowed in his veins, but it gave Clara a bit of whiplash. The behavior wasn’t consistent, not something Clara could predict. Had that been the case, she might have steered clear of her brother all together, but there were many days when the two were closer than anyone on the earth could be. There were nights where the two of them still had midnight conferences, when it was Finn who soothed his sister after the bad dreams.

And then there were days like these. 

“Go on, Clara girl. Go cry someplace else,” Finn said.

Clara considered it, her feet begging to run to the safety of her bedroom, where she could slam her door and let her tears fall. She considered it only because she’d forgotten why she came to her brother’s room in the first place.

It seemed as if Finn had forgotten, too. 

Silence. Peace. That's what Clara had been after.

“Go on,” Finn said, standing and pushing her aside to open the door. He nodded down the hallway. “Go cry to Tommy again, you little baby.” 

Joey laughed and the words echoed in Clara’s ear.

You little baby.

It wasn’t the first Clara had been called that, not by Finn or anyone else in the family, but something about hearing it now seemed different. It was like a latch unhooked in the depths of Clara’s soul, all that had been laying in wait, the heavy, confusing things weighing on her heat coming out of her as she charged at her twin. 

The two of them landed on the floor of the hallway with a crash, Finn shouting as Clara straddled him, punching and slapping at him as he tried to block her. Finn’s mouth hung open with some silent call Clara couldn’t hear, the sound of her rage—her confusion and anxiety and sadness—pounding too loud in her ears for her to hear anything.

She didn’t know Finn had been calling out for Tommy until she felt a strong hand grip her arm. Tommy pulled Clara to her feet with a quickness that left her feeling a distinct bit of pain where her arm connected with her shoulder. 

All of the peace Clara had been working to preserve was gone now, the same exhaustion and tension and pain sowed in her brother’s face as he turned her toward him now.

Tommy’s mouth moved, but Clara couldn't hear it over the sound of her own tears. She was far enough away, down in the depths of her own mind and her own pain, that she didn’t hear it, not until Tommy shook her a bit and repeated himself.  

“What's going on? What are you thinking?”

Clara’s mind sifted through a list of potential answers as she continued crying. There were too many questions and concerns and thoughts she had had in the time since her brothers had come back to them and her mind was thinking on all of them at once. There were so many Clara could have kept her brother standing there for hours if she decided to tell him, but Clara didn’t voice a single one of them.

She let her tears keep falling instead, closing in on herself rather than burdening her brother any further. Tommy turned to Finn for an explanation. Clara let him place the blame on her. She barely heard Tommy's warning about fighting and the moment Tommy’s grip loosened enough to allow it, Clara ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. 

It wasn’t until the tears subsided that Clara realized it was all for naught. Whatever peace she’d been trying to preserve on Tommy’s behalf was wasted because when Tommy had lifted her off Finn, he’d already been dressed and ready for the day. His peace had been disturbed far before Finn called for help. Far before the kids tumbled to the floor, shouting at one another.

Clara didn’t know, but Tommy had been pulled from his slumber by a sound infinitely louder than the sound of two kids playing down the hall in the early morning. Louder than a little sister’s footsteps on the hardwood floor or the creak of an old door. Louder than the characteristic sounds of an argument between two ten-year-olds. 

The second his sister had shifted away, Tommy had been plagued by the sound of shovels against the bedroom wall, the echoes so loud he nearly didn’t hear Finn calling out his name or his sister’s wild hollering. The twins' words had been indecipherable through the closed door, through the cacophony of Tommy's memories, but Finn and Clara's shouting pulled Tommy back to Watery Lane, offering him a reprieve from the shovels, offering him a small bit of peace.

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Fool's Fare Teaser

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Series CW: Violence, Swearing, Supernatural themes (not the show), Jake Seresin, slow burn, references to sex work, suggestive language, eventual smut, fluff, angst, firearms, etc. There will be chapter specific warnings!

A/N: Alright, here's the teaser for Pirate Captain!Jake I've been dangling in front of y'all's noses lol The teaser is from further into the fic, so you probably won't see it for a while, and to be COMPLETELY honest, some of this might change, but I at least wanted y'all to see what it was you signed up for. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be updating my fics as well!

His golden blonde hair shimmered in the evening light. The sun kissed the horizon just passed his shoulder, creating a halo that glowed around him. If you didn’t already know him, you’d think he was an angel. He stares at you as if he can see into the very depths of your soul, his olive green eyes never wavering.

“Do you believe in Davy Jones, Tesoro?” he asked. There was that damn nickname again. He still refused to tell you what it means, and the crew were too tight lipped about it for your liking.

“I believe he’s a scary story that parents tell their children about to scare them into being good,” you responded, thinking back to the stories your own father would tell you. What would he think if he could see you now?

Jake gave a humorless chuckle, closing his eyes. He ran a hand through his golden locks, looking out over the side of the ship and to the sea. Opening his eyes, he looked back at you with eyes ablaze. “I can assure you, he’s real.”

“Stop teasing,” you snapped, crossing your arms and fixing him with a glare. He gave you a wry smile.

“If only it were that,” he started. “I didn’t believe in curses until six years ago.”

“And what happened six years ago?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

Jake paused. “Six years ago, I met a woman. She was beautiful, sweet, caring. The kinds of things most men want in a woman.”

“And you don’t?” you questioned.

“Those are nice things to have,” he hummed thoughtfully, then he gave you a small smirk. “But I’ve always wanted a little more.”

You ignored him. “So, I’m guessing you took this woman to bed?”

“I did,” Jake admitted, pursing his lips. “And then I left her. Only, I didn’t know that there was another man in love with her at the time.”

“And he beat you senseless?” you guessed.

“Haven’t you been paying attention, darlin’?” he chuckled. “That man was none other than Davy Jones himself. Risen from the deep to enact vengeance on little, old me.”

“Right,” you scoffed. Surely he couldn’t be serious? “And what, pray tell, does this curse involve exactly?”

“I, and everyone in my crew, are destined to exist on this earth in limbo. Not alive, but not dead either. A half-life. We eat, but we are never full. Our food tasting like ash.” He stood up, walking slowly towards you as he continued talking. “We drink, but our thirst is never quenched. The finest wines leave our throat dry like the desert.”

He cupped your cheek, stroking it before resting his thumb on your bottom lip. “We can touch, but we cannot feel. Even now, I can’t feel the warmth of your breath or the softness of your skin.”

“Must be lonely,” you said softly. A look of despair ran across Jake’s face, and it was then that you knew in your heart that he was telling the truth.

“It’s agony,” he admitted quietly, dropping his hand back to his side.

“Did Davy Jones give you a way to lift the curse?” you asked, a sense of urgency in your tone.

Jake didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he sighed, “I have to find what he considers to be the greatest treasure of all.”

“And what is that?”

“He didn’t say,” Jake muttered, head hanging low.

Your brow furrowed. “But, how are you supposed to find it if you don’t even know what it is you’re looking for?”

“Isn’t that the point?” he snorted, a humorless smile etched onto his face as he stared at you.

“Well, you have all the time in the world to find what it is you’re looking for,” you offered, giving him a soft smile. He shook his head.

“Old Jonesy only gave me seven years to find it before the curse becomes permanent.”

“Seven years?” you exclaimed, ice drenching your bones. “But you said this happened six years ago!”

“I did,” he said softly, watching you put the pieces together.

“But, that means…” you trailed off, horror overtaking your sense. Jake nodded.

“I only have one year left to find the treasure.”