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ashessonfire · 2 years ago

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Hi, I just gotta say I really love your stories and how detailed and eloquent your writing is.How about a Kaz Brekker x reader angst where a heist gone wrong results to Kaz (temporarily) losing his memory and reverting back to old Kaz, who is not in a relationship with reader, and he keeps pushing the reader away 'til reader gives up 'cause of something Kaz said or a scenario where they think Kaz is better without them♡♡♡thank you for listening HAHAHAHA

'Forgotten' - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Prompt - Kaz Brekker's plans rarely fail, but what happens when a heist goes incredibly wrong, and the Bastard of the Barrel forgets you completely? - Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader (established relationship) - Warnings: Depictions of violence, gunshots, Kaz's trauma / memories, Kaz being an asshole but not really his fault??? ANGST ANGST ANGST Part two found here! A/N: Thank you all so much for the amount of support and love i am getting for my first few posts! I will definitely write a part two if you want it, its a massive cliffhanger but would be WAY too long to do it in one go. JUST PURE ANGST IM SORRY T-T

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Kaz’s plans often fell victim to unseen circumstances, however, small hinderances to his meticulously planned out schemes rarely affected the outcome. Yet even Kaz himself had to admit, that this plan had gone spectacularly wrong.

From incorrect blueprints for the building, to four times the number of armed guards than initially expected, all the group could do was try and escape relatively unharmed. The crows were splintered into six breathless individuals, winding their way through narrow streets to try and loosen their attackers’ grips. Sprays of bullets and the glints of knives rushed past each one of them, only narrowly missing their targets.

That was until Kaz felt a searing pain in his leg, a sudden slash just under the back of his knee, sending fire trailing throughout his body. He groaned deeply, internally damning the attacker for not only striking his target, but also managing to hit Kaz on his already bad leg. The pain from the wound caused it to buckle, giving him a clear path straight towards the glistening cobblestone of Ketterdam’s streets.

Before he could fully feel the impact, a hand tightly gripped the roots of his hair, pulling his face parallel to the grinning pursuer, evidently pleased with his achievement of apprehending the Bastard of the Barrel.

Before Kaz could use his cane to fight back, it was violently ripped from his grasp, another set of hands clutching his own behind his back, rendering him completely immobile. Suddenly, the knife was yanked out of his leg, earning a surprised growl from Kaz, his leg leaking onto the stone beneath him a deep ruby shade.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I’m afraid to say I am more than a little underwhelmed, Dirtyhands,” The leader of the group sneered, earning a howl of laughter from his gang, who seemed to be forming from the shadows of the abandoned street, emerging in staggering numbers.

Despite his predicament, a thought flashed through his mind, calming his increasingly alarmed state. “Perhaps they abandoned the others in favour of catching me,” Kaz silently contemplated, feeling a light sense of relief at the possibility his crew would make it back to the slat alive.

Especially you.

However, the relief was knocked out of him as swiftly as it came, along with all the air in his chest. A brutal kick sent him reeling backwards into the chest of the man behind, followed by a series of punches which Kaz was defenceless against. The assault continued, blood pouring into his eyes from an open wound on his forehead, blinding him to the onslaught of attacks that followed, as he rapidly tried blinking to wash away the crimson from his vision.

The ambush subsided, giving him enough time to throw his head back and remove some of the steadily flowing substance from his sight. Murmurs sounded around him, but Kaz couldn’t decipher what was being stated, the ringing from the punches obscuring the sound around him, leaving him underwater, drowning in his own blood.

Despite Kaz’s senses becoming increasingly obstructed, a flare of panic welled up within him, as he spotted something brassy glinting through the sheet of red, catching the light from the street lanterns surrounding them. The unknown object began its descent towards him, the glint becoming a beam which shone through the curtain of crimson, until it was just close enough for Kaz to make out the flash of a crow’s eye, and the curve of a beak.

“How ironic,” Kaz thought to himself, “Being killed by my own cane.”

The scarlet curtain closed on Kaz, the blow ending the performance the gang was putting on, leaving their victim in a world full of darkness, the feeling of the waves washing over him and pulling him deeper into the abyss.

The last thing he heard was the sound of a voice.

Jordie’s?

The concern that radiated from the sound brought him back to memories of the farm, where Kaz would climb too far up a willow’s branches, and his brother would have to call him down. Or perhaps when they had arrived in Ketterdam and Kaz had thought it comedic to hide in a dimly lit street, blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurked in its gloom.

However, as Kaz slipped deeper into the ocean, the voice getting further away with each of his slowing heartbeats, a tinge of warmth hit his chest, signalling that this wasn’t Jordie.

It was you.

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Your adrenaline had served you well, since shortly after you were separated from the crows, familiar edges of buildings and glints of neighboring signs entered your vision. Using this to your advantage, you utilized your familiarity of the area to hide, slipping into the shadows, melting into the gloom of Ketterdam's alleys. Soon, all five of your pursuers had bullets lodged in their throats unable to pinpoint where they were being shot from. Each fatal blow perfectly central just as Jesper had taught you.

Whilst your mind began to settle at the lack of immediate threat, something burred within your core pulled on your heartstrings, pointing your unsettling fear towards Kaz.

You had taken great care to note which routes the other crows had disappeared down, for insurance if they did not return to the slat within the agreed time. However, as you fled, your heart had plummeted at the sight of at least ten men chasing down your boyfriend.

Before your mind could register your actions, you were sprinting back in the direction you had come, weaving through the bodies littering your path. You quickly reached the alley Kaz had fled down, and you bolted through the streets you estimated Kaz would take.

As he was your boyfriend, you had become accustomed to imagining what he would do, or how he would act in certain situations, helping you decode his behaviour when he barricaded himself from you on troublesome days.

The sound of bone cracking and pained grunts pulled you away from your thoughts, turning a sharp corner just in time to see the head of Kaz’s precious cane colliding with his temple, the light visibly fading from his eyes due to the blow.

Rage swept through you, controlling your actions as your mind failed to synchronise with your body. Rushing forward, you shot wildly, achieving at least three separate screams from the men before you. Before the others were made fully aware of your presence, you had a serrated knife plunging into a further two, leaving fatal wounds which would slowly bring about their demise. Once every one of group were flooding the streets with their blood, your gaze shifted to Kaz.

Lying in a growing pool of blood, your boyfriend’s face was swollen, covered in deep gashes that littered his sharp features. The dim light from the lanterns overhead cast murky shadows over the wounds, highlighting the gruesome fate Kaz had endured. From somewhere far in the distance, you heard your voice screaming his name, begging for him to wake up, at some point you had even rushed over to him and began caressing his fractured face to wake him.

Allowing a deep inhale of Ketterdam’s air, you collected yourself, imagining that Kaz were conscious and scolding you for your slow reactions and the ‘weakness’ you were portraying. Laying your head against his frigid chest, you held your own breath, only releasing the growing tension when a faint heartbeat pounded against your ear.

Silently apologising for your next actions, you hooked both of Kaz’s arms underneath your own and used all your force to haul him back to the Slat.

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For several days following the attack, the group had come to a collective conclusion that their boss was severely concussed, so much so that he was barely conscious for more than a few minutes at a time.

Throughout the harrowing days, you never left his side, constantly aiding his body in a frail attempt to bring him back to the conscious realm, and to you.

The crows stopped by often to assist you, compelled to keep at least one half of the pair in a decent condition, Nina bringing hot food, Inej wiping down your face with a warm cloth, and Jesper or Wylan keeping you company for an hour or so, brightening the mood wit =h jokes or stories.

Time seemed almost to cease its movements, with even the smallest of things, like the rain rolling down the frosted glass in Kaz’s room, or the flickering of the candles illuminating the slat, appearing sluggish to you.

That was, only until Kaz woke up.

A bout of coughs awoke you from a light sleep, sending alarm bells ringing through your head, echoing off the walls and overwhelming you. Upon seeing the straining eyes blinking against the intensity of the candlelight, the roar swiftly subsided.

“Kaz,” you breathed out, barely audible to both you and him.

You gently reached out to feel the heat from his forehead, an action not dissimilar to the gentle brushes of his locks you would often settle on when he was too engrossed in scheming to provide you attention. However, your movements were stopped dead in their tracks when a voice sliced through the air.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kaz seethed.

Although his voice was hoarse from his absence over the last few days, a clear threat laid deeply within his sentence, piercing your chest with a thousand knives. “Kaz, I’m just checking your temperature, my love,” you offered gently, praying to the Saints that whatever malice behind your partners eyes was due to his condition, and not a genuine fury.

Instead of removing the knives from your heart, he twisted them painfully, glaring directly at you as he warned lowly, “I am not sure how long I have been out for, but I severely doubt it would be enough time for a word like ‘love’ to be directed towards me. Especially by the likes of you. Go and get Nina, you are of no use to me.”

Your breath hitched painfully in your throat, blocking the air trying to travel both in and out, glittering eyes locked directly with his as your mind struggled to process the disgust that laced his voice. Your body battled as it tried to force another ‘Kaz’ out into the world, but he intruded before the sound escaped.

“Leave now, or I will dismiss you for insubordination. Go,” Kaz stated, bitterness being the only discernible emotion portraying through his words, his chest filling with an emotion so strong he couldn’t name it, deciding to settle on disgust. Your eyes welled up, clouding your vision as you cautiously left the room, shock coursing through your body and stiffening your every movement, causing shivers to wrack your body as your blood froze to ice.

Your mind seemed to leave your body, taking little note of going to Nina and sending her up to Kaz, or the other crows fawning over your broken state, clearly panicking further when your only form of response was a stiff silence. It seemed safer to hide behind glossy eyes and blank looks, than to decipher what had caused Kaz’s reaction.

It was only an hour later when Nina came downstairs, shaking you out of your daze with words that did a far more agonizing job than Kaz’s knives would.

She downright shot you point blank in the heart.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, it seems like the blow has affected his memory. I can’t tell the severity yet, but it seems that he has no recollection of you two as, well you know. ‘You two,’” Nina bit out, voice cracking as her heart shattered for you, who now stood shaking before the group, the slightest breeze threatening to barrel you over.

You dismissed them with a fractured smile, barring yourself within the confines of your room, knives drawing blood within your heart, twisting excruciatingly each time a shuffle or a creak would sound from the room above yours.

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Your perseverance impressed not only the rest of the crows, but yourself too. You didn’t allow yourself to wallow in your self-pity for long, determined to regain Kaz’s memory despite his protests and frustration with you. You had already molded a loving relationship with the deadliest man in Ketterdam, you figured that you would be able to withstand doing it once more.

Enduring the blade-like words was the simplest part, however it was the emotion behind them that faltered you each time you were faced with him. He always his behind a face of insults or harsh syllables, but you had decoded their meanings long ago, the sentiment behind each radiating through in a way in which only you could detect.

As he recovered, you remained vigilant to his every need, bringing him herbal tea infused with medicine or offering fresh bandages to change when the blood seeped through the last.

Each encounter ended with tears streaming drearily down your face, matching the raindrops that hit against the pains of the slat, each impact slamming against your heart. As you persisted, the feeling Kaz felt towards you grew, the emotion intensifying with each glimpse at you.

He couldn't stand it.

Rage bubbled within him at your attempts at kindness, the insults increasing in harshness and malice each time you dared to provoke him.

Yet you bounced back, offering him delicate smiles, compassionate gestures, and kind words. However Kaz couldn't bear it any longer, the weight in his chest obscuring his breathing and brooding for too long, consuming him from the inside out.

Despite his unbroken hatred that radiated towards you, he seemed to gradually be regaining his memories, allowing Jesper's jokes or Nina's teasing to go as far as they would before the accident. It caused you great anguish, and shamefully jealousy, at his return to every one of his crows.

But you.

The door to his office was given a light few taps, before Kaz permitted you entry, knowing from the weight of the knocks it had to be you. Although the others seemed far more wary of him than usual, there was something almost gentle about how you acted towards him, making it easier for Kaz to single you out from the rest.

You entered with a stack of papers, a vast collection of work that had accumulated whilst he regained his health. Biting back his usual snarky insults and remarks dripping in poison, Kaz watched you intently, deadly intentions practically radiating from his gaze.

Setting down the pile, you stepped back silently, too exhausted to bear the weight of another one of his lashings, each word cutting you and leaving you bleed out, not dissimilarly to how you found him that night.

The silence in his office was impenetrable, the air becoming impossible to breath through the tension that radiated between you, with only one of you being able to decipher what it truly was. Your mind was so focused on the intake of air, you almost missed the hand that extended towards you, the closest he had allowed you since his memory had stolen you from him.

Clutched in his grasp was a simple white letter, signatures coating the outside of the envelope, and something folded, protruding from within the packet itself.

The silence became deafening, the pounding of your heart like a bird trapped in a cage infinitely too small for its prisoner, crashing into the walls in an attempt to escape. As your hand made contact with the offering, Kaz spoke in a tone you had never heard before.

He simply stated, "From tomorrow, at four bells, you will be gone. A job in Ravka requires someone of your skillset, so you will go. If you fail to comply then you will no longer be welcomed here. I have tolerated your incessant troubling for long enough, you have no true place here until you finally realize how burdensome you truly are."

Your heart stopped.

The air around you liquified, slowly filling your lungs with fluid and choking you, drowning you silently as Kaz looked on with an indifferent scowl, an eyebrow raised in question at your astonishment.

The tears streamed, your body screaming for air, for comfort, for him. But it couldn't seem to attain any one of them, instead pushing all its strength into forming the the right words to pierce Kaz Brekker's impenetrable façade.

"You still don't remember?" you coughed out, "After the incident who was it who rushed back to you, dragged your half-dead body across the Barrel and into the slat. Who stayed by your side until they were forced to leave each night? Do you not have any recollection, not of the memories, but of how you felt for me? Surely I didn't mean that little to you," your voice wavered heavily whilst you gasped out the final line.

The tears formed rugged streams across your cheeks, glinting in the dim candlelight from Kaz's desk, highlighting the pain you had hidden from him for weeks. It was now his turn to be stunned, the words echoing around his mind but not seeming to form into coherent meanings.

Despite Kaz's astonishment at your outburst, it wasn't enough.

Wasn't enough for him to stop you from walking away, or enough to whisper your name louder in confusion and uncertainty as your form dissolved into the hallway .

Surely this was what he was supposed to do?

Yet deep inside his plagued heart your words resounded, filling Kaz with a sense of dread, the waves that usually consumed him began to swell, drowning him in his seat just as he had done to you earlier.

He was certain on one thing, that the gaping pain in his chest which he had presumed was disgust, or perhaps even hatred, had not disappeared. Had not lightened as he had prayed it would if you just vanished.

No. Instead it had intensified into something that swallowed him whole, dragging him further into the bitter ocean than ever before, waves crashing fiercely above his head.

The emotion consumed him as his breathing deepened, heart both simultaneously stopping and racing into oblivion, as it finally dawned on him. Somewhere within that feeling a small spark remained glowing, something that felt warm and familiar which he had repressed.

Something that resembled care, or affection, or...

Love.

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yngtort · 1 year ago

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— toothache ❄️

♫ All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth ♫

kinkmas day 1

Fem!reader. mdni. 2.9kw. in which doctor bangchan fills your cavities and the entirety of your mouth.

It hurt like hell.

Exposed to the cold early morning air of the winter, your teeth ache in your mouth. The pain was so aggravating that it had you zooming through the icy roads, trying to get to the dentist as soon as possible.

You had a cavity.

It was obvious, but it still caught you off guard. You genuinely always took good care of your teeth. You brushed, flossed, washed, and even went the extra mile to buy that expensive LED teeth whitening thing from TikTok.

Your hygiene was top tier.

but you’re still pulling into the parking lot of diamond dental with your hand glued to the side of your face.

“Seungmin, I’m freaking the fuck out.” You mumbled into the phone as you hop out of your Nissan, locking it multiple times because you're that kind of person.

The type to worry over little things like a stolen car and dying in a dentist chair.

“It’s not that bad, y/n. You won’t even feel anything.” Your coworker, most importantly your best friend, tells you from the other end.

“You’re acting like you’ve never been to the dentist before.”

He’s right, you have been there— but just to get your teeth brushed a couple times and handed a sticker right after. Not, to be stabbed in the mouth with a needle.

“It’s just been a while and you know how I feel about people’s hands in my mouth.”

“I don’t like the way you worded that.” He faked gagged, “anyways, call me when you’re done, Kay?”

“Kay.” you replied, slightly disappointed as he hung up the phone. Leaving you to walk the path of shame into the dentist office alone.

After filling out an extensive amount of paperwork, anxiously shaking your leg for an hour, and losing a mean game of virtual uno— your name was finally called.

You were led to the back by a small lady whose steps were short but impactful. She was so fast, you couldn’t tell if you were a patient or a Maury cameraman.

“Go on in,” she gestured towards the basic oral operation room. You take a seat, awkwardly deciding to put your hands on your stomach.

fuck you’re scared shitless, and the woman seems to notice your discomfort as she tries to distract you with a small conversation. But your eyes are still trained on whatever the fuck she’s putting together.

You inadvertently move away as she holds a silicone piece to your lips, “open as wide as you can,” she instructed.

Gosh, this was embarrassing. You were almost considering letting your teeth rot. But no, that’s gross.

Once the what-ever-it’s-called is placed in your mouth, she brings over another contraption. You assume it’s just a glorified camera, which was correct.

after a few pictures of your teeth, which kinda hurt btw, the woman inspected the photo. “Looks like you have a cavity on one of your molars. Other than that, you take pretty good care of your teeth.”

Pretty good? You felt like your efforts deserved higher praise but whatever. She goes on to tell you what needs to be done and how long it will take.

You grimace at the details.

“The doctor will be with you shortly.” She told before promptly leaving.

And now you’re left in complete silence. Well, not exactly silence. There was some music playing in the back, falling in melody with the constant sound of mechanical wiring from people in the rooms over— probably getting the same procedure. It sounded like someone was dying in there, seriously.

Anxiety filled you to the brim as you considered darting out that room right that second.

But just as you’re about to swing yourself out of your seat, there’s a voice that enters the room.

“Hello, ms.y/n . I’m dr.bang, I’ll be taking care of you for the day.” The doctor says as he steps in-front of you and suddenly you don’t want to move from that seat anytime soon.

He’s an undeniable hottie, even in those generic dentist scrubs that everyone in the faculty sported. For some reason, he just sparkled in them. Maybe it was because of the bulging muscles and his tan skin— whatever it was, your mouth was watering.

“Hello,” you said rather dryly, still locked on the vain that ran down his toned arm.

The doctor gives you a smile, a bright one too, and pulls a seat next to yours. “I hear you have a cavity. Mind if i have a look?” He asks as if you really have a choice. like he’s not already lowering the back of your chair so he can get a good look at your pearly whites.

He goes in with a tiny mirror, holding your chin with his free hand as he inspects the cavity. “You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, hmm?” he asked, thumb gliding over your bottom lip.“suckers, perhaps?”

Damn, he called you out.

Now this may sound a little weird, but you’ve always had quite the addiction to lollipops — suckers, the tootsie pop ones specifically. it’s even gotten to the point where you have a jar of them waiting at home on your nightstand.

And it’s not even the flavor of candy itself, you just…like putting things in your mouth?

Moving on !

Dr.bang finally moves back, releasing your jaw that was just starting to hurt. “It's only a small cavity. just need to fill it in for ya and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Honestly, with a face like his, he could play in your hair for as long as he wanted to. Give it a few tugs while he’s at it.

“Okay, but um..” you gulp a bit, toying with the end of your jacket. “Are you gonna give me a shot? My mouth is a bit sensitive, and I was wondering if there were any other alternatives.”

The doctor chuckled softly hearing your concerns. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard something like this.

“Unfortunately, the numbing gel that we use wouldn’t be as effective for this procedure.” He said before placing his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. “But I promise it’ll only hurt for a second. I’m sure you can take it, yeah?”

take what? him ? Or the damn needle?

You have no clue, but if he’s gonna talk to you like that, you feel like you could break through a wall if you put your mind to it.

The dirty thoughts don’t get any better throughout the rest of your time in that damn chair either. Dr.bang had quite the mouth on him.

“Open up for me” “atta girl.” “That’s it, just a bit more”, he would say this while fingers were damn there down your throat.

A bit of an overstatement, he’s drilling your teeth, but you wish was drilling his dick—

“All done.”

The back of your chair is lifted up and you try not to let your body slump over. You’ve been lying in that spot for about an hour and a half, teeth being tickled, and eyes being blinded by the dingy light above your head.

And yet, you don’t want to go home.

“Does everything feel okay, ms.y/n? Nothing bothering you?” he asks, removing his glasses and placing them in his —soft— hair.

You shake your head, “nope, just can’t feel my tongue.” You say, poking the side of your face, testing how much force it will take for you to actually start feeling it.

The doctor laughs at your comment, dimples on full display. “The numbness should wear off in a hour or so. Just try not to eat, don’t want you biting your tongue off.”

“Has that actually happened?” You asked, wide eyed and Mr.bang only laughed again.

“On occasion.” He told, “But you’re a smart girl, so I know you won’t disobey doctors orders.”

Does he get paid to talk like that? Or is he just written by a woman with daddy issues?

Both probably.

“Speaking of doctor orders, try to lay off the sugar, yeah? I’m sure you don’t want to see too much of me after today.”

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“That was obviously an opening for you to flirt with him.” Seungmin scoffs as he closes the register.

You’re at your job, a small candy parlor called sweethearts, talking to your dear coworker about what transpired earlier that day. You didn’t spare him from the dirty laundry that harvested in your mind while you were getting the fill in. Seungmin doesn’t care tho, he’s not judgmental.

That, and you’re his only source of entertainment as the slow part of your shift comes around.

“Flirt? With the dentist? Isn’t there like a rule against that?” You asked, shifting the cherry flavored sucker in your mouth over to the other side of your cheek.

“For him, yeah” Seungmin shrugged, “but I doubt that anyone actually cares nowadays.”

“He’s probably in a relationship.” You popped the candy out your mouth, lips stained in a pretty red. “He’s too fine not to be.”

“And? ” he crossed his arms.

You blink at him a couple times, “I’m not fucking a taken man.”

“Loser.”

“You’re so-“ you sigh. “Whatever, just go restock something.” You push him from behind the counter.

The next few hours seemed to fade into each other as you stood absentmindedly behind the register. Seungmin had already clocked out since he got lucky and was offered a short shift for today. now you’re slouching at the register— phone in hand, while sucking on another tootsie pop.

“Just can’t stay away from those things, huh?” The voice grabs your attention with a force of seven suns.

you know that thick accent too well.

It had replayed in your head for the entirety of the day after your first encounter.

“D-Dr. bang?” you stutter, eyes round as you take in the man in front of you as he sets down a heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Chris.” he corrects, “I don’t like being called doctor outside the clinic. Makes me sound old.”

It makes him sound hot, in your opinion.

You nod a few times before clearing your throat, reminding yourself that you are on the clock.

”Christmas shopping?” you asked, still mentally going feral as gaze over his stature.

He’s dressed like a chase Atlantic song, how could you not ?

“Yes actually. I was looking for some small sweets to fill up a gift basket.”

“Oh” you perk, scanning the chocolates and placing them in a bag. “for your girlfriend?”

“No, don’t have one.” He says with a shrug, “it’s for my mom.”

A mamas boy ! Woo !

a spark of relief shoots through your body as you hear his words. You won’t have to be a homewrecker after all. Not saying that you were planning to but,, it’s just good to know.

“$6.58.” You tell and Chris follows through with the transaction. his hands brushes against yours as you pass the bag to him and you can’t help but blush like a schoolgirl.

“What about you?”

You blink, “what about me?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Is he showing interest too? Is that what this was?

“No, but I dont think these are the kind of questions doctors are supposed to ask.” you say teasingly.

“I’m just trying to get to know my patient better.”

“Uh huh, sure.” you raise an eyebrow, “got anything else you wanna ask?”

Chris crossed his arms, eyes flickering down to the stick that laid between your plump lips. The Candy was completely gone, leaving behind a blue hue on your mouth.

“Your obsession with suckers might’ve peaked my interest.” He told, “do they taste that good that you have to go against my orders?”

That's a really good question. it’s not the first time you’ve heard it, but it stumps you every time. You’re actually a savory kind of girl, like if you had to choose between pie or chips— you’re grabbing the saltiest bag you can find.

But it’s like all your life, you were always sucking on something. Your thumb, jawbreakers, ring pops— anything really.

“I don’t exactly know.” You start, thinking about how to word this. “It’s not exactly the taste…I just kind of like putting things in my mouth?”

Every part of you was expecting to be laughed at, but when not a chuckle left the man’s lips you were just confused.

“So you have an oral fixation?” He asks

“There’s a name for it?” “There’s a name for everything, love.”

“And how do you know all of this?” You push and Chris clicks his tongue.

“I’m a dentist, remember?” Chris takes a step closer, leaning against the counter. “I also know how to satisfy that urge you’ve been feeling.”

Oh.

—

you don’t remember how you ended up like this. pressed against the break room door, tongue tangled with a man you just met.

It’s a crazy situation, but honestly it’s not the wildest thing you’ve done.

your melting into his hold, kiss making you dizzy as if his saliva was laced with some kind of drug. it was absolutely intoxicating, the way his tongue explored every part of your mouth with no restraint.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He mumbled against your lips.

Chris’s hands roam under your shirt. his cold palms against your warm skin sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps follow behind him with every contact as he massages and squeezes your curves.

He pulls back from the kiss and you couldn’t help but whine at the sudden detachment. You try to get him back, but his hand grabs your jaw.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I got something to fill that dirty mouth of yours.” He coaxes, thumb brushing your swollen lips. “On your knees.”

You take to the floor with no questions asked, eyes coming in direct contact with his bulge and you can’t help but wonder that would even fit in your mouth.

But you won’t back down from the challenge. Your hands almost beggingly climb up his thighs as you look up at him, silently asking for permission.

“If there’s something you want, say it.” Chris tells, head tilted to the side in such an attractive way.

You lean your face up against his leg, “can I put it in my mouth?”

The older grins, “Of course, baby.” He says before unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

You gulp at how thick his thighs are. Just imagine riding them, wetness dripping all over his skin.

And that’s not even the main event.

his boxers were wrapped so tightly around his dick, each inch was on display and it had your mouth watering. you wasted no time pulling them down, watching it pop up as it’s freed.

“ So big.” You whispered in awe before taking the base into your hands and guiding it to your lips.

“open up for me, love” Chris instructed and you do as told, parting your lips and taking him into your mouth.

the man above lets out a low groan as he's stuffed down your throat. He’s a little surprised at how easily you're handling his girth, lips wrapped around him so snuggly without a single gag.

“Just like that, good girl,” he praises as you suck him like a lollipop. “taking it so well.”

Your head bobbed at a generous rate, hands gripped onto his thighs while you slobbered over his dick. It was such a lewd scene to witness. only worsening when Chris grabs you by your hair, stopping your movements before he takes full control.

his hips reel away before slamming back into your face, fucking your mouth roughly. you whimpered as the head of his dick jabbed the back of your throat repeatedly.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the harshness of his thrusts. Your throat was rubbed raw and there was an extreme ache in your jaw, but you can’t help being more aroused by the pain. The feeling of being tortured orally had your panties soaked.

So it’s only natural that one of your hands was tucked between your thighs, kneading your clothed clit between your fingers.

“Pretty lil mouth must feel so good finally being used, yea? been practicing on those stupid suckers just for this?” Chris asks cockily, knowing he’d never receive an answer.

He fucks you until his dick is twichting uncontrollably on your tounge, ready to release his thick seed down your throat. But before he even gives you the satisfaction, he yanks back, dick leaving your mouth with a pop.

He decided he’d rather see his cum painting your face than having it disappear without a trace. So he pumps himself in sync with your fingers that were still buried in your pants.

It’s only a matter of seconds before his white ropes drench your face— tongue, lips, lashes— all covered in his mess.

“Fuck” he curses and says something else, but you can comprehend. You're too deep in a daze.

“Y/n.” He calls and calls and calls and calls—

until suddenly his voice loses that thick Aussie accent and instead starts sounding more like your coworker.

“Yo, y/n? I'm gonna clock out soon.” Seungmin says waving his hands in front of your face, “your break was over 30 minutes ago.”

“W-what the fuck???” You blink, still confused and the male just sighs.

“You and your daydreams, man.”

Kinkmas has finally started ! hope you guys enjoyed day 1. I had to quickly cut it short because I type too much and I definitely wouldn’t make the deadline if I continued. That being said, if you would like me to continue toothache as a series just let me know !

— sincerely nni

Tinytag list (open) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @foxinnie8 @panjakes

#kpop fanfic #stray kids imagines #kpop imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #straykids x reader #bangchanxreader #bangchan x you #bangchan smut #straykids smut #kinkmas stray kids #kinkmas #chris bang

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propertyofkylar · 2 months ago

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kinktober day 11: tender (m!whitney x f!reader)

word count: 1087

tags/warnings: tenderness (im a deredere whitney truther), canon-compliant violence mentioned, regular whitney name-calling, penetrative sex, public sex kinda ig they're in the school bathroom

“You really are such a stupid slut.”

Your feet dangled beneath the bathroom counter you were sitting on, the pile of used and crumpled up paper towels growing each minute. You clenched the hem of your shirt in your hands. “I’m sorry.”

Whitney rolled his eyes, dabbing blood away from your nose with a surprising amount of tenderness as he stood between your legs. “Don’t apologize. That’s stupid. Just don’t fucking do it next time.”

You opened your mouth, another apology about to spill out almost automatically, but you quickly closed it, opting for a brief nod instead - one that didn’t impact Whitney’s cleaning of your face. “…yeah. You’re right.”

He sighed and added the paper towel to the pile. “I don’t know what you were thinking.”

You frowned. “I was thinking I could take those guys in a fight…”

Whitney shook his head and held your face in his hands, examining you closely. “Should’ve just got me. I could’ve made it all go away. Dumbass.”

He was acting nonchalant, but you could tell that your boyfriend actually was worried about you. Despite the pain you were in from having the shit beaten out of you, your heart swelled with affection, and you gave him a small smile. He quickly looked away, but the tips of his ears were turning red. “Whatever,” he muttered, clearing his throat and turning back to you with a smug look on his face. “Though, I gotta say, slut. You look pretty hot covered in blood.”

“Oh, do I?” You said teasingly, placing your hands on Whitney’s shoulders.

He nodded. “Yeah. So now where’s my thanks for patching you up, mm?”

Your lips met with Whitney still cradling your face, and you sensed a bit of hesitancy from him. He was holding himself back to not aggravate your bruises, you realized. The uncharacteristic gentleness from Whitney further aroused you, and you deepened the kiss.

Whitney groaned into your mouth, bracing his hands on your thighs now as he leaned into you. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He slotted perfectly between your legs, his groin pressed right up against the edge of the counter. Needing him impossibly closer still, you wrapped your legs around his waist, enveloping him in you. Now, he was right in front of where you needed him most, your aching cunt bare under your skirt and just inches away.

That movement made Whitney chuckle. “Needy little slut,” he breathed against your lips. And you couldn’t deny it, you were desperate. The heat was growing inside of you, and you needed to share it with him. So all you could do was nod.

He quickly undid his pants, exposing his thick, hard cock. Just the sight of it made you moan involuntarily, and Whitney smirked as he spit into his hand and idly stroked his shaft. “I’ve trained you well,” he said smugly.

At this point, you were starting to feel like you might go crazy if you didn’t have him inside of you. “Please, Whitney,” you whispered, and felt pleased when his face turned pink.

But he shook it off. “So desperate you’ll beg without me even telling you to,” he muttered, hiding his face from you. Then he leaned forward and slid himself into your sweet, aching heat.

You started moaning the instant his tip entered you. Whitney was still moving slowly, as if any sudden movements could break you. It was sweet; the odd ways your boyfriend showed he cared, since he seemed allergic to any other forms of affection. But it was also frustrating, considering how horny you were - how horny he had made you.

Soon, his full length was buried in you, and you whined at how full you felt. “Feels good,” you mumbled, your head dropping to his shoulder.

You heard him laugh in your ear, but it was breathy. “Such a slut, you even want my cock when you’re injured. No sense of self-preservation, eh?”

You shook your head, tugging at his hair. “More.”

Whitney started to thrust into you, slowly at first but gaining speed each time he moved. “Feel s’good around me,” he groaned, biting the shell of your ear and trailing wet kisses down your neck. One hand came to rub at your clit, and the feeling had you arching your back.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair further. That seemed to ignite Whitney, whose hips were moving quicker still while his thumb rubbed circles on your most sensitive spot.

“Falling apart - hah - right in front of me,” Whitney groaned again, though he seemed to be falling apart himself. “Glad those guys just beat you up and nothing more, I - ngh - don’t want anyone’s hands on my slut.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the heat intensified in your belly. “‘m your slut, Whit,” you whined. “Harder!”

He did as you demanded, slamming his cock into you and bumping the perfect spot in your walls. “J-just like that! Ah, ah, Whitney, please…” you were babbling and you knew it was complete nonsense, but he had you so fucked out you couldn’t form comprehensive thoughts. He always did that - Whitney knew your body as well as he knew his own at this point, and he knew exactly the right angles and touches to have you come undone each time.

It was too much to bear. Your fingers practically yanked his hair out as you came around his perfect cock, stars dancing before your closed eyes. A cry slipped out of your mouth as the climax hit, and Whitney’s shaky grunts as his hips pistoned into you signaled that his own orgasm wasn’t too far behind.

“F-fuck, slut,” he panted. You opened your eyes to see his face red and sweaty. Now Whitney definitely was the one falling apart. He suddenly pulled out of you, stroking his twitching dick as ropes of cum shot out and splattered across your bare thighs. Once he was finished, breathing heavily, he leaned in and gave you a rough, biting kiss.

“There,” Whitney said as he pulled away, running his hand through his hair and looked down at the cum on your legs. “Now you’re marked. Those fuckers’ll leave you alone next time. I’m sure of it.”

He tucked himself back into his pants, swept the crumpled paper towels into the trash, and then grabbed your hand to pull you off the counter. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here, slut. This place is nasty.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #whitney x reader #writing #kinktober #wow i am more behind than i thought on this. sorry lol

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valyrielwrites · 1 year ago

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As The Heavens Move - ENDING

Chapters: 9 - COMPLETE - (full fic available on Ao3)

Relationship: Zhongli (Genshin Impact) / AFAB Reader Word Count: 3850/36,646 Summary: The Archon war rages across Teyvat, leaving untold chaos and destruction in its wake - as you earn the ire of a Chi that has stolen your home and all you hold dear, you take solace in a contract that the Lord of Geo offers. Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+ themes

On shaky legs you make your way down the mountain again, unable to resist the urge to find him and thank him for everything that he’s done - leftover rain dripping from your muddied and soaked clothes with each uneasy step.

Your breath catches in your throat when you make it back to the village, when you find him in his human form with the rest of the Adepti standing in what used to be the town square surrounded by overturned carts and debris from the receding river.

“You did it,” You laugh in disbelief. “We’re actually free…”

Your throat tightens as it hits you - the weight of it all. The sobs won’t stop as he meets you halfway, you see the bloodied scratches on his face and hands as he reaches up to wipe your tears away and feel a mixture of relief and heartbreak wash over you that he hadn’t walked away completely unscathed.

“You’re hurt…” Morax whispers, his eyes fixed on the way you hold your wrist in a position that pains you the least.

“It’s nothing,” you downplay. “Just a sprain, what about your injuries?”

“They will heal on their own - let me look at you.”

You try not to wince as he reaches for your arm, carefully holding it up to the light and slowly moving the joint as far as it will go before you show signs of pain. He raises a brow at you, passing a silent judgement before he strokes his fingers across the injury and allows a small amount of his power to flow into you.

You feel your blood rush to your wrist, chasing the warmth he offers as it quickly heals as good as new.

“If only I could’ve done that for you,” You laugh a little. “We could’ve left that cave much sooner.”

“You have done more than enough for me you lovely fool,” He smiles so warmly as he strokes his thumb across the curve of your cheek. “Had duty not called us away, I would have gladly remained in that cave with you if it meant that you would be at my side.”

You pay no attention to the rest of the Adepti as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer, needing to touch and feel his body against your embrace, breathing in his scent as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and start crying again.

“We shall head up the mountain to help the humans,” Madam Ping approached, but you did not raise your head as Morax gently stroked your hair. “Give the two of you some time to…”

Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of the words unspoken - although Morax knew what she meant. Still holding you close, you felt him move only slightly as he replied with a silent nod and bid the Adepti farewell.

“I’m so tired,” You say. “Let’s stay here, please?”

“Of course.” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’ll stay a little while,” You pull your head back and look at him confused for a moment, until you understand what’s happening. His voice cracks ever so slightly. “It’s for the best.”

He’s leaving, you realise. His debt to you was repaid. The time that Madam Ping had offered was for saying goodbye…

“No, I told you I want to help you,” you argue. “I’m coming with you, just let me see my parents first then we can -”

“My answer is unchanged since we spoke about this on Aocang, I must leave you now before you wear me down again,” He offered you a resigned smile. “You will be welcome amongst my people, once I have dealt with Osial and it is safe, I will come back for you and ask for your forgiveness then.”

You release a shaky breath, throat tightening as you begin to feel so small and afraid at the thought of not being at his side. “But I love you…”

“I know, my heart.” He withdraws slightly, lifting your face so that he can meet your gaze again, tears welling in his own amber eyes now as he smiles. “I know.”

He tilts your head back to kiss you finally and you give yourself over to it - fooling yourself into believing that it would be enough to convince him, and that the taste of the salt from both your tears couldn’t spoil the sweetness of this parting embrace.

You stagger back as the kiss deepens, a wave of vertigo knocking you off balance as you pull him with you until you meet a cold stone wall. You break away breathless, taking a moment to reorient yourself as you feel his body heat pressing into you - his knee slipping between your legs, his hands unfastening your clothes, and the sudden sound of rushing water where there ought to be none.

You open your eyes and find yourselves back in the cave, transported there in a blink of an eye, sheltered and secluded from the world behind the waterfall, a space just for the two of you.

“How did you -”

“With great difficulty,” He laughs and loses his balance a little, resting his head against yours as he steadies his breathing and closes his eyes with a pained expression.

“Could you always do that?” You cup his cheek in concern.

“Yes,” He admits. “But I was injured, and also wanted you to ride me.”

Your annoyed groan gets cut short when you feel his mouth on yours again, teasing strokes from his tongue lulling you into desire as you move in time together. You gasp at the feeling of cold air against your skin, Morax’s hands taking barely any time to remove your clothes before he reaches for the bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing so torturously slowly with one as he slips a finger in with the other.

You feel your legs almost buckle at the sensation, your core tightening as he thrusts up inside you, arousal coating his fingers as he pulls out and drags them across your clit, the cave wall digs into your back while you rock your hips along to the rhythm of his movements.

You’re not even thinking when you reach for the sash at his waist, opening his clothes to reveal his hardening cock, your hand wrapping around him as he kisses you again and again until your head spins. It’s all instinct now, muscle memory from exploring every inch of each other - you remember the way he taught you to touch, the way that he tasted you… you wonder what it would be like to taste him.

“Stop.” You whisper, “Morax, stop.”

He steals a few more kisses before forcing himself to still, hands reluctantly dropping to his side as he uses his forearm to lean against the wall by your head, sucking in a desperate breath as your thumb traces across the sensitive tip of his cock.

He says nothing as you trail kisses along his neck, letting out a satisfied moan as your lips brush his collar and your hands slowly stroke as you make your way down to your knees. The floor is cold and uneven as you settle on the stone, wetting your lips before glancing up at his stunned face one last time.

You don’t break eye contact as you press an experimental kiss against the length of him, holding it in place with one hand as you drag your tongue along the shaft until you taste the pre cum gathering at his flushed tip.

You pause when his hand weaves its way through your hair, his fingers gently gripping your scalp as he parts his lips and watches you with that inhuman golden light in his eyes, as if the anticipation from stopping might keep him here forever… But the desperate look in his eye sends chills down your spine, the thought of him filling your mouth and watching him come undone, it’s enough to break your resolve.

Morax lets out a restrained groan as your lips finally wrap around him, his eyes slamming shut as you suck the head of his cock and moan when you slowly swirl your tongue around it. You have never done this before, but hope that emulating what he had once done to you might work well enough.

Your clit throbs at the memory of his tongue against it, the way he lapped you up and buried his face in you, so unbearably starved of stimulation while you slowly bob your head and adjust your jaw to the size of him in your mouth. You reach down to touch yourself only to find how wet you already were, so hungry for him to fill that hole too.

“More…” It takes everything Morax has not to buck into your mouth, to let you have control as you coax low moans from his throat “Keep going.”

You hum against him as you dare to swallow more of his length, trying not to gag when the size of him hits the back of your throat, and break only when he tugs your hair back to force you to catch your breath. Your heart skips at the way he lovingly strokes your face, the way his fingers skate across your forehead before weaving their way back into your hair, the way he twitches in anticipation as you bring your lips back around him.

You feel your own pleasure quickening beneath your fingers as you bob your head faster now, rocking your hips in time with every stroke until he stops you again.

“I need you against the wall.” He says, something dark and hungry in his tone, so you move without a second thought.

Your breath catches in your throat when he presses your warm body up against the cold stone, the change in temperature so pleasant despite how craggy and uncomfortable the rock ought to be. It feels grounded, safe even, as he brings his hands to rest against your hips and positions himself between your legs from behind, his erection resting against your buttock as he leans in and presses a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Morax…” You plead with him, desperate to find your release.

One of his hands slides across your belly, carefully caressing up toward your breast while he uses the other to guide himself toward your entrance.

“I love you…” His words ghost across your skin as he finally pushes in. “I’ve loved you since the moment you told me your name.” He brings his lips right up to your ear and whispers your name so sweetly, with all the warmth and affection in the world. “My heart, my perfect ____.”

There’s no resistance from your body this time, so used to the shape of him fitting so wonderfully inside you by now, stretching so readily as his cock thrusts into you with ease. The rest of your sweet nothings blur together amidst the gasps and groans of pleasure, skin against skin, he fucks you hard and fast against the wall as if he can no longer contain the hunger that drives him.

You feel his cock hit the spot that makes you tighten, crying out as he slams into you and grips your flesh until it feels flush and tender, his pace quickening as he desperately pours into you. He nips at your neck, biting and marking between ragged breaths and soothing kisses, his hips snapping against you until that relentless urge to come begins to pool in the pit of your stomach.

“Wait for me.” He begs.

“I can’t” You throw your head back and wince, so wrecked with pleasure that nothing could stop you from tumbling over the edge. “Morax please…”

“Promise me?” He kisses your cheek, holding your sweat slick bodies as close as possible as his pace falters and achingly slows. “Promise me that you’ll wait for me. That you’ll still be here when I get back.”

Something breaks in you when you realise what he means, you bring your hand to rest over his as it slides off your breast to hover over your heart, tears burning your eyes as you turn your head to meet his gaze over your shoulder.

He looks so afraid, the golden light in his eyes dimming so much that he looks practically human, scared that you might say no - that he might lose you after this if he lets you come with him, that he might still lose you even if he doesn’t …

But after all that you have been through together, how could you walk away? Even if your debts to one another were paid, even if he was a god and you were a mortal, how could you turn from the man you had grown to love so much?

You smile sadly as you crane your neck to kiss him - longing, deep, and slow. Sighing as he stops, still buried to the hilt inside you, to return your affection with all that he has.

“I promise.” You say, quiet and resigned against his lips.

You shiver at the relieved sigh he lets out, the breathy laugh and reassurance of his presence against yours.

“I love you ____.” He tells you again, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“I love you too,” You reply. “Always.”

Those five simple words are all it takes to spark something in Morax, his eyes widening as he pulls out and lifts you into his arms as you turn around. You barely have the chance to wrap your legs around him before he’s buried himself inside you again, kissing you and fucking you up against the wall with the same fervour as before - hitting you at a steeper, more deliberate angle as you let out a strangled moan.

A few moments more and you're both coming together, pleasure burning through your core as you feel him continue to empty himself inside - his cum hot and slick as it spills out between endless thrusts that you wish would never stop. You throw your head back with a wracked moan as your orgasm peaks, waves of pleasure washing over you until you forget the sorrow that morning would bring.

He is yours and you are his. Right now, tomorrow, and always.

His breaths are ragged and uneven as he calms, the strength in his legs sapped as he carefully unsheathes and lets you down, joining you in lying atop the pile of clothes on the ground - exhausted and finally sated.

You spend a few hours there in each other's arms not speaking, his arm tucked under your neck as a makeshift pillow while he kisses you until you fall asleep. He holds you in his arms for longer than he ought to, committing every inch of you to memory, before he quietly slips away without another word.

EPILOGUE

Sunlight filters its way through the bamboo as Morax heads along the path, the morning air crisp and clean after so many years away. The last time he was here he had caused so much destruction, but as he looks out across the river he can hardly see the scars of battle that the earth had worked so hard to forget.

Small dragon statues are dotted throughout the landscape to honour him and keep the corruption at bay. The grass and reeds grew long and green again, with the water finally unsullied, and a bustling village had been rebuilt up ahead. The land had finally healed under five years of the Adepti’s care.

He ought to be tired after so many battles, after the victories and losses it took to secure this peace, but the newly crowned Archon of Liyue thinks little of rest when there is still so much that remains to be done - all the contracts and promises to be kept.

Disguised as a member of the Millelith Brigade, Morax makes his way across the bridge, the clink of his armour turning a few heads as he walks up the hill past the few rougher looking houses that remain. When he last saw this place it had been mostly washed away, and it seems as if most of the humans had rebuilt on higher ground and repurposed this space as farm land.

“What business does a lone soldier have so far north?” A pretty young woman approaches.

Not you, he worries but hides his nerves and disappointment well.

“I’m here to see an old friend,” He smiles and bows to the lady. “Could you direct me towards the residence of ____?”

“They’re not home,” She says. “They left with some merchants about a month ago, not sure if they plan to come back this time.”

“I see.” Is all he can manage to reply.

He hadn’t anticipated that.

There had been so many nights these past five years where he replayed that promise in his mind, days where the only thing that got him through each and every battle was the knowledge that he would come home to you.

You hadn’t lied to him when you said it, he felt the truth of it in your heart, saw it in the love that you gave, but perhaps it was as you had once told him - even the toughest of rocks can be worn down with time and the gnawing ache of affection’s absence.

“Thank you.” He said, and turned to walk away.

“You’re not going to ask where they went?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter, but thank you.”

He bowed again with the greatest of respect, and departed before she could ask anymore questions, sighing at how heavy the divinely crafted gold ring in his pocket suddenly felt.

It would be so easy to find you but he wouldn’t. If you were not here, then that was an answer in itself, and he would respect that despite the hurt and anger it caused him. Your contract has been broken, yes. But had it been fair for him to ask that of you in the first place?

Time is the most valuable currency that a human has, so scarce and gone in an instant no matter the manner in which it is spent. Five years had passed. Enough time for fickle love to fade in favour of apathy, the potential for distractions - a new purpose, a new love, a new family, a future… He had selfishly hoped for you to put all of that on hold so that he would return and find you unchanged from the day that he left you.

But that was not the way of humans, and he had changed in that time too.

Morax stops his retreat when he reaches the stretch of shoreline where he had first met you, kneeling down to touch the silt where he had lay bleeding. For a moment he foolishly regrets it, wonders if he would be spared this heartbreak if you had just left him there to die, before logic resumes and he realises that he could never be sorry for loving you. The earth also remembers it faintly, a shadow of your past selves playing so prevalent in his mind that he doesn’t notice the way the sand crunches beneath the approaching footsteps.

“You came…”

He freezes.

He slowly lifts his gaze to see you, not believing the sound of your small voice after so long apart.

“____.” Your name catches around the lump in his throat. He had planned this moment so many times in his mind - what he would say, what he would do - but now that you were finally in front of him he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

“I knew you would.” You can’t stop yourself from sobbing as you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around him. “I knew that one day, you would come back to me.”

“I thought that you had left!” He chokes out. The relief consumes him so suddenly, so intimately, when he pulls you in as close as possible.

“I did.” You laugh and squeeze him tighter, “I left lots of times, but I always came back Morax. Always.”

“This isn’t what we agreed.” He pulls back a little and brings his hand up to stroke your face, to trace every line and curve, to see how your beauty has matured and grown since he last laid eyes upon you, falling in love with your smile all over again in an instant. “I was so scared that you… that I would never see you again.”

“You asked me to wait for you and I kept my word. You never said that I had to wait here the whole time.”

“Trust you to try to find a loophole.” He would roll his eyes if he didn’t worry it might hurt you. “I asked you to be here when I came back.”

“I am here, aren’t I?” You whisper, wiping away his tears. “There was a time a few years ago where I would walk up this path every night and wait for you until the sun rose… But the village needed rebuilding, staying busy and travelling was the only thing that kept me sane. I only went to check on Cloud Retainer. I came back just in time.”

“You did?” He laughs, remembering how prickly your relationship had used to be.

“I can’t fly like you.” You tease a little. “She has helped my village a great deal with reconstruction since you defeated Qingce, once a year I take our offerings to her domain to thank her.”

“How are you still so lovely even after all this time?” He smiles, with so much warmth and joy in his longing eyes, then finally leans forward.

Your heart sings for him as your lips touch, kissing thoroughly and unhurried as your fingers tangle amidst his thick black hair. You had almost forgotten the taste, the feeling, of him - but he slips so easily back into the space his departure had left, as if the void had never been.

You may have lost so much time together until this point, but you had the rest of your human life to catch up, and Morax knew that - trusted that now. He would never leave your side again.

“Have you come to take me back with you now that everything is settled?” You murmur against his mouth, curling his hair around your fingers.

He shakes his head a little and takes a deep breath to steel himself.

Then Morax slowly withdraws from your embrace, as if he didn’t wish to part so soon. But this was important. This was everything.

He looks down at the dirt where you first found him, where all of this began because of a chance encounter so long ago, and reaches into the innermost pocket beneath his armour.

“No, my heart…” You feel faint when he holds his hand out to you, a small golden ring gleaming in the centre of his palm and another promise at the heart of it. “Just for a while, I wondered if you might let me stay?”

#zhongli #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #morax #rex lapis #genshin #genshin impact #原神 #dragon zhongli #part dragon zhongli #afab reader #reader insert #my writing #as the heavens move #athm #ao3 #ao3fic

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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yk what, im tired of seeing reader being the one protected, so what about this: reader that sees o'hara severely injured on a mission they are together, and going nuts on the one that hurt him? like even Miguel is surprised cause he never saw reader as mad and bloodlust-y as now, but when its over, the reader goes over him and treats him gently, kinda panicking over the fact that hes hurt.

i feel like Miguelito has such a heavy weight on his back about protecting everything around him and keeping the universe under control, he deserves someone to protect him and have his back 🥺🥺

OH MY GOD you have enlightened me. i fucking need this too now. i hope you like this <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

let me save you. — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: carrying the whole multiverse on his back, having everyone fall back on him... but who's got his back when he's got everyone else's? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff, comfort, and some angst word count: 1,244

content warnings! depictions of gore, blood, bleeding and wounds. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

heaving, erratic breathing was heard coming out from you as you tried to process that miguel had been slammed into the ground by the anomaly. he had been slammed into the ground, and he's not getting up. his suit's glitching out, slightly dissipating as he coughs up some blood–lyla shows up to try and salvage his suit, get him back in action, but he's not getting up.

miguel always got back up every time he was forced to the ground by the enemy; he never let defeat get to him. it always used to be you who would get slammed into the ground, through some wall, or flung across a whole block–and miguel always saved you, he never... needed saving. never, that was, until tonight–as the anomaly continued to wreak more havoc, thinking they gained the upper hand, they felt a blunt object strike them in the back.

you threw a whole car at them after webbing it up and chucking it at tem in pure, unadulterated rage. you were... so pissed off–you had a fire burning in your eyes and a throbbing in your chest, it was such a heavy, painful throbbing that you couldn't shake off. some part of you told yourself that, until this anomaly is beaten and unconscious–until it was struggling to breathe, bloodied and unable to stand like how they made miguel... how they made miguel hanging on to his consciousness–and probably, his life right now–after they ruthlessly threw him to the ground with a loud bang following the impact.

your eyes were bloodshot from the tears you weren't aware you were shedding, the salty taste of them enveloping your tongue as you decided to end this, once and for all, for miguel... for the man you loved and couldn't bear saying goodbye to. you tried taking down the villain a peg, going after their legs and beating them down the minute they were on their knees and wounded. they cried out in pain as you delivered non-stop punches, kicks, and other blows to their body–inflicting all your rage upon them through marks and wounds on their face that could never, ever amount to the pain and anger you felt when you witnessed miguel get thrown down by the villain, to the point that he's hanging on to life right now and probably fading in and out of consciousness.

you couldn't even hear the sound of you huffing and puffing, even growling and screaming in rage as the sounds of you completely obliterating the anomaly's face in distracted you as you kept thinking, 'when can you just stand down and get knocked out?' the anomaly began to glitch, worsening the pain they experienced from your endless barrage of blows upon them. this evoked no mercy out of you as all you could think was, 'you get what you deserve, you monster, you freak!'

a weak voice rang out from your watch and pleaded–not commanded, but pleaded–you to end this madness. "please... we need that... villain... alive. people... people here are gonna die..." the strained voice begged of you as they coughed on the other end; it was miguel's voice, his tired, pained voice begging you with all the strength he had left to plead with you not to murder the anomaly. he coughed again and wheezed, shuddering as he exhaled, feeling so, so cold. "please... you can't... can't have your way with them... it's not... worth it..." he whispered as his strength was fading away from his voice, from his body as the call ended, and you could only beg for his voice to come back on the call, to hear him, hope he was okay.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to fight the urge to sniffle and weep, your tears beating your mind's demands as tears escaped your eyes. you didn't have time to wipe them away, miguel was fighting his own battle with death looming over his head the longer his injuries go untended. you throw a final punch to the villain, one with all your raw emotions packed in that punch–and you webbed that villain up, calling for back up to come and pick them up. as you had hoped, they were now unconscious, but nowhere near as close to death as miguel was. you rushed over to miguel as soon as a support team was coming over to clean the mess up and send the anomaly home, but you couldn't focus on anything or anyone else right now but him–miguel.

you ran over to him and skidded to his side, scraping your knees in the process, but disregarding the pain as you gently took his hand in yours, watching him breathe heavily. "miguel? mig? mig, baby, look at me..." you whispered to him as you placed your other hand on his cheek, feelings his shallow breathing as his tired, half-lidded eyes stare into your own tear-stained and puffy ones. you remove your mask and let the tears fall, placing both hands on his face and trying to match his breathing, you hoped against a hope that the support team would get here soon and help you cart miguel away to get some treatment for his wounds and have him recover quickly.

miguel ran a hand through your hair all weakly and sighed. "you... were phenomenal..." he murmured as he dropped his hand to the side out of exhaustion. "i've never... never thought i'd be the one... needing saving." he said with a low, forced chuckle, which fizzled out as it became a wheezing cough. you placed your hand on his chest and shushed him, calming him down. "mig..." you muttered his name as you laid your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat grow steady, and in relief, you kissed the spot on his chest where his heart was slowly beating, hoping it'd beat a little faster, keep helping him live. "i can't lose you... i'll never, ever give up on you..." you promised him as miguel placed his hand on your head and began to lightly tear up himself. "and neither... neither will i." he swore as you sobbed a little louder into his chest, finally letting the fact you could've lost him if you didn't call for help any sooner finally sinking in.

you couldn't afford to lose him, you could never afford to kiss him goodbye, or to have him leave you without another word or touch from him. you can never stand the thought of being alone, much less without his stern, serious ass bothering you over something trivial or consistently reminding you to take care of yourself, to keep yourself on your toes, to be... nicer to yourself–because you're the only person he's truly come to care about; and that's him for you, too. he completes you, and you complete him–to lose one another... would be like the death of you both. from here on out, you both have made oaths to one another that you swear on your hearts: to protect and defend each other, and to hang on for the other as long as you can, not to waste a single breath, and to breathe it... knowing the other will do any and everything to keep you alive, to be with you longer than infinity spans, and to be yours until the multiverse gives out and collapses in on itself... to be each other's and in each other's arms until the end of everything.

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himbodruid · 6 months ago

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A Devil and A Bard

Part 3

Raphael x F!Tav

Named!Tav | Bard!Tav

Probably gonna have to post these to ao3 because it refuses to let me link parts 1 and 2 and idk why 😭

Anyway.

Here to put our devil through some ✨turmoil✨

But its okay because theres some bonus 🌶️🌶️ at the end to make up for it

Part 1 -:- Part 2

18+ only, minors DNI

Chapter 3: In Which a Devil Has a Startling Realization

So much had happened in such a short span of time. Despite best efforts, the city lay in ruin before Lore as she stood atop a cliffside overlooking the destruction. The netherbrain still lay in rotting respite in the Chionthar, the city lacking resources to properly dispose of it. Not after half the buildings lay in rubble and citizens still searched for loved ones a week later.

It was a grand failure. One that Lore would regret for the rest of her miserable existence. An existence that currently reeked of the viscera of the fallen Bhaalists scattered along the meadow behind her.

Her biggest failure was with her friends. After her first foray with the devil, she found she couldn’t stay away. She visited him in the Devil’s Den almost nightly, each turn sowing further distrust in her companions. It ended chaotically, but she couldn’t form a regret for the pleasure she found in his bed.

Still.

She failed Karlach, her fate drawing her to the fiery end she preferred to going back to Avernus.

She failed Wyll, neglecting to save his father or free him from his pact.

Gale’s expression of betrayal as he left without so much as a goodbye, to return to Waterdeep and the friends that wouldn’t disappoint him so deeply.

Shadowheart, Halsin, Jahiera…all of them gone.

Her biggest regret, however, was the only person who didn’t judge her choice of bed partner. Dearest Astarion. She condemned him to a life back in the shadows for her own selfish reasons. Sure, she convinced him that seven thousand lives wasn’t worth it, but she also didn’t want to see her best friend turn into a monster.

None of it mattered now. Not when her own soul was forfeit as a result of losing the crown to the Chionthar.

Really, she was surprised Raphael hadn’t come to collect his due sooner. She imagined that he was too busy roiling in rage in the hells to bother.

The sound of flames and a waft of brimstone announced his arrival. He stood some paces behind her, observing the gore and destruction she had caused to befall the group of Bhaalists. They weren’t the first group she had fought since ending Orin over a week ago. But it would be her last.

“I was beginning to wonder when you would come to collect your due,” she drawled slowly, not turning towards Raphael. He crossed his arms, donning that impassive expression he much loved.

“Such a somber mood for a celebrated mouse,” he replied. She felt her lips twitch in a mirthless chuckle. Celebrated? No. She didn’t miss the accusing glares when she wandered the streets. She may have helped save the city from mindflayers, but her decisions still led to its destruction. Some people also apparently loved the pretty lies that Gortash painted with his words, and she had ended that hope too.

“There isn’t much to be celebrated in this amount of failure.”

“On the contrary, the Illithid threat has been subdued. A fate far worse than a city reduced to rubble. Cities can be rebuilt, but there is no returning from ceremorphosis.”

Lore lifted her eyes from the grass at her feet, watching as the sun began its descent below the horizon.

“My only request is to watch the sun set this one last time,” she choked out. The pain was becoming unbearable, and it wouldn’t be long until he would have his prize.

“Little mouse, I have use for you on this plane, yet,” came Raphael’s dismissal. Little did he know…

Lore’s legs finally gave out and she slumped to the ground. The hard impact of her knees sent searing pain through her and she hissed. Whatever Raphael was about to say next died on his lips as his eyes narrowed on the bloodied hand that fell to her side. His nostrils flared as he observed their surroundings more closely, realizing that the large puddle of blood below her was growing rather than being absorbed into the dirt. And her scent permeated the shifting wind. Long strides brought him to her side quickly, and the source of so much blood became apparent.

Poking at a diagonal angle from her abdomen was the broken head of a spear. The hand that now rested at her side had been trying in vain to hold everything in place. The pained breaths became shallow, her blinks lasting longer and longer and soon she wouldn’t open her eyes at all.

Spitting a curse, he burst into his cambion form and scooped her against his chest. She rested limply in his arms as he transported them to the House of Hope, appearing in his boudoir in a flurry and plunging the both of them into the healing pool. He sat on the ledge with her laid limply in his arms and he ripped the pike head out of her gut so the healing waters could stitch the wound closed. Her ragged breathing soon evened out.

But it was too late.

She looked up at him with those piercing ice eyes of hers and lifted a shaking hand to his cheek while he peered down at her.

“Beautiful,” she murmured. He watched as the last of the light left her eyes and her hand fell back into the water with the softest of splashes.

She drew her final breath there, in his arms, while rage boiled beneath the surface. He couldn’t kill the ones that did this to her, but he would rip their souls from Bhaal and flay them open, torture them for the rest of their existence for taking her from him. And then he would seek his revenge further by eliminating every single member of the remaining cult.

She was his gods-damnit! He had plans for her! She was to sit at his right hand as he ruled the hells, to be his archduchess!

His body trembled as the rage grew and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss against her forehead after easing her eyes closed. He worked his jaw, trying to clamp down on the anger that threatened to boil the water around them.

He didn't react to the sound of someone entering the room behind him, the lilting voice of Haarlep filtering into the room.

“My, my, getting cozy withou-“ his words were cut short as he spotted the discarded bloodied pike head. His gaze flicked to Raphael’s hunched back, almost scared to utter the words.

“Little mouse?” He asked, almost reverently. The only answer he received was a single shake of Raphael’s head. Selfish creature he may be, but he came to rather enjoy the little bard and her quick wit paired with her sharp tongue.

Haarlep strode forward, easing into the water in front of Raphael. The devil’s eyes were hooded in shadow, but Haarlep could see the slightest tremble roll through him as he fought to contain his temper.

And Lore. Beautiful Lore. She lay limply in his arms, still covered in an obscene amount of blood. Haarlep tsked and made to reach for her.

Raphael’s eyes flashed feral and he growled with a show of fangs, all while clutching her tighter to him. Haarlep’s expression hardened and his hand retreated.

“You weren’t the only one that cared for her,” he snapped. “She deserves more dignity than being covered head to toe in gore.”

At his words, Raphael’s eyes seemed to focus. He looked back down at her, tenderly swiping a matted strand of hair from her face. Haarlep moved forward again. This time, Raphael let him near. Together they set about reverently cleansing her of viscera, removing her clothing as to wash every bit of it from her travel bronzed skin. Skin that no longer bore the damage from her battle with the cultists.

When they were done, Raphael lifted her from the pool. A snap of fingers and she was wrapped in the most luxurious robe that he could summon. He lay her delicately on the velvet settee that was positioned in the corner opposite the bed, and Haarlep began braiding her raven hair.

So perfect she was, that she only appeared to be sleeping.

Raphael reached out, softly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand while that hardened fury bubbled back to the surface.

His beautiful mouse, reduced to this. He should have sought her out sooner, gotten over himself and his damned hard headed anger at temporarily losing the crown.

I should have made her mine well before those damned cultists could get their hands on her.

He could have given her protection, an extended life as his archduchess. He would have made sure she would want for nothing. He would have paraded his clever mouse, his prize, for all the hells to see. He was surprised to find that he didn’t care if others thought his attachment to her a weak human emotion. So long as he had her by his side as he conquered the hells.

But all those carefully laid plans burned in the fires of Avernus. He still owned her soul, but to have her come back as a debtor would make her a shell of her former self. And, hells, he didn’t know if he could handle that. He needed her in all her mortal glory. He needed to see those ice blue eyes of hers twinkling with mischief, to hear her lilting voice singing ballads in their honour.

Gods, how could he even admit to himself that he’s lowered himself to falling for a mortal. But fall he did, and her existence haunted his every waking moment. Ever since the day he first brought her to the House of Hope and she ignored his thinly veiled threats to stuff bread into her bag from his feasting table.

He stood abruptly, removing himself from the room. Haarlep remained by Lore’s side, listening to the sounds of Raphael’s destruction through the doorway. He was surprised at the level of attachment the master had to this little mortal, but he would be lying if he said he also wasn’t drawn to her. She’d had a particular air about her that sparked life into every room she entered. He had been tasked to spy on the master, but she was a secret the both of them shared that he would never divulge.

And now she was gone. Oh how he would mourn the loss of her friendship. When she looked at him, he felt like she saw through the façade and really saw him beneath the glamour. He wore Raphael’s pretty face, but she spoke to his individual identity those few times she visited the house.

Raphael’s rage-fuelled destruction finally ended and he reentered the boudoir. He was still seething, but he settled on the edge of the lounge beside Lore almost reverently.

“Little mouse,” he said, stroking her cheek once more. “What am I to do without you? All of my carefully laid plans, gone with your final breath.”

He leaned forward, pressing a solemn kiss to her lips and then the pair of fiends fell into silence. Raphael had to rearrange his plans now that the main player was out. But he found he couldn’t focus. Grief was too human for his liking, but he had to admit to himself that is what he felt.

Hours passed, and Raphael had left the room only once more to retrieve paperwork and a stool, in which he sat facing away from her. He needed to call on her contract and collect her soul. It was vastly regretful but-

“Raphael?” Came a soft sound. He froze, sure that Haarlep’s cruelty wouldn’t fall that low. A small hand rested against his back and his heart leapt painfully. Surely not..

He peeked over his shoulder, gaze landing on Haarlep who had dozed off sitting against the wall. His heart clenched and his eyes traveled behind him. The sight of her half-lidded blues stole his breath.

He leapt from the stool, the clattering sound jolting Haarlep awake. Seeing his master knelt beside Lore, clenching her hand with wide unbelieving eyes sent him rushing by her side too.

“How is this possible?” Haarlep breathed. Lore blinked hard, as if she had just awoken from a hard slumber.

“Everything was dark, but I heard you. I heard the sadness in your voice and I couldn’t bear it,” she said weakly. “So I followed it.”

She followed his voice from the in-between instead of going to the after. The resonation of it drew her like a moth to a flame, and after stumbling around in the dark for a time, she had finally found the out. Opening her eyes to see Raphael in his cambion form beside her had made her heart swell. She had to foolishly admit to herself that she had fallen for the handsome devil, and seeing his blazing eyes desperately search her face, she entertained the notion that maybe he felt something in return.

She shuddered, a bone deep chill settling over her as if death lashed out at her for escaping his grasp. “I’m cold.”

Her simple statement sent Raphael and Haarlep both into a flurry of action. Raphael scooped her up into his arms and Haarlep retreated to the bed, pulling the duvet back. She was placed in the direct center, while each fiend climbed up on either side of her. She was nestled against Raphael, his lips brushing the crown of her hair. She intertwined herself with him, all but purring as his hellish heat poured into her. His wing rested over her as Haarlep curled against her back.

She never felt more safe as she did in that moment. She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face and she lifted her head. Her eyes flitted over him, so sure she was that she would never see him again as she lay dying in his arms. Her hand came up to caress his jaw.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, repeating her dying words. But this time she leaned into him, pressing her lips against his.

It was an unhurried kind of kiss, at least it started out like that. But as her hands roamed the broad expanse of his chest, she could feel his pulse quicken. Gods but how he ignited need within her, even as exhausted as she was.

She coaxed his mouth open, her hand sneaking its way into his robe and-

His own hand came up to stop her advance and he broke the kiss. She whined but he didn’t relent.

“You need rest, Little Mouse,” he murmured against her lips.

“I need you,” she replied. He chuckled.

“Little mouse, you have me until the end of days.”

Bonus Content:

Lore was tired.

Tired of being doted on so thoroughly. You die once and your fiends never leave your side!

Blech.

What really frustrated her was Raphael’s continued refusal of her advances. Gods, but he had a way of getting under her skin without even trying. It took all of her effort not to climb him like a tree when he would come visit her.

Well, now she was done resting. So strung was she, that she was very near seeking out Haarlep, though the incubus had been warned to keep his hands off. No matter, she was certain the original fiery-eyed devil was the only one that could satisfy the itch anyway.

So, she set about laying her trap. His oversized robe hung loosely on her, baring a shoulder as she lounged in his bed. She had waved Haarlep off earlier in the day, intent on having Raphael to herself. So pent up was she that her hand trailed down her body, lower, lower, until it came into contact with her mound. Gods she ached for him, to be filled and fucked so thoroughly by her devil.

She closed her eyes and touched herself, giving in to the fantasy of Raphael watching her pleasure herself in his bed. When her eyes opened, she realized that fantasy had quickly become a reality.

He sat in a chair, watching her. The game was to entice him, so she sat up and spread his robes around her. Now bared to him, she resumed touching herself while her eyes remained locked on his. The sounds she made were all part of the game, though genuine moans slipped from her when she saw his eyes flicker over her body.

“Enjoying yourself, mouse?” His voice was thick and growly with his barely restrained desire. She tilted her head and affected a pout.

“Not at all, it’s missing something.”

He stood, sauntering to the edge of the bed and raising a brow. She didn’t miss the growing bulge in his trousers, or the way his eyes hungrily devoured her.

“And what would that be, little mouse?”

She shifted to the edge, laying back with the robe spread wide and her hair fanned out on the silken sheets beneath her. She used her legs to hook around his hips and draw him in further, that clothed bulge dragging along where she needed him most. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her.

“I need you, Raphael, that delicious cock of yours fucking me until i can no longer think.” Her hips lifted from the bed to add emphasis to her words.

His composure snapped, then. A quick flash of flames and he was naked in his cambion form, bent low over her to meld his lips to hers. Hands tangled in his hair and ankles locked behind him, there was no escaping her now.

His hips jerked forward, almost violently sheathing himself in her heat fully.

“Fuck, Raphael,” she cried out. She would never grow tired of how those ridges dragged and pulled at her walls, of how the girth of him stretched her so, so deliciously. It took only a few more thrusts of his talented hips before she was thrown over the edge. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back in the way she knew he enjoyed. He growled his approval, the pace of his hips quickening until he was virtually pushing her across the bed with how aggressively he slammed into her. It appeared she wasn’t the only one strung tightly in barely restrained lust the entire time he denied her.

The frenzied, feral coupling sent her spiraling at least twice more. She could feel his control slipping with every shuddering thrust until he was pounding into her with unrestrained force. It would probably hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good, and gods the grunts, growls, and moans he emitted sent her over the edge again and again and again.

This. This is exactly what she needed, what she wanted. Feral and unrestrained fucking that sent her writhing in pleasure underneath his mass. She half wondered if he would knot her, though in all their other trysts it never happened again.

Her answer came soon. Well, he came, anyway. His hips snapped forward, pressed into her so impossibly deep as his moans and growls mingled with her pleasured cries. She felt the heat of him spilling in her, even as he pulled back only to pump forward again and again as he rode the high of his climax.

And still he wasn’t through. Even without the knot he felt so impossibly thick as he began to drive himself in and out of her eager cunt again. He pulled them through the overstimulation, crashing into the waves of climax again and again, dragging out their pleasure until neither could take anymore.

He had so thoroughly ruined her, and she couldn’t complain as he finally collapsed on top of her. Satiated like she never had been before, she stroked the length of his body in gentle caresses.

He refused to admit it out loud, but she knew Raphael loved her in his way. Just as she stubbornly refused to admit she reciprocated the feeling.

They were both idiots, but they were idiots that would rule the hells together.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 raphael #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav

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divinebunnii · 28 days ago

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Hi Bunni, not sure if asking this as anon or not would be appropriate, maybe asking at all would be inappropriate, if so feel free to put me on blast haha I’d deserve it.

My question is this: I am asexual, been asexual all my life, though it took me til my early twenties to figure it out. I also have fibromyalgia, and while I’m not interested in sex generally, I do wonder how much of my aversion to it/repulsion by it has to do with the thought of physical exertion and inviting pain that I don’t want or am not ready to handle. I’d even say that pain I’ve felt in the past has kind of made me afraid of it, as well as afraid of disappointing my partners.

As someone with chronic pain, how do you manage it in regards to your sexual activity? Is there any type of prep you do beforehand to loosen up or prevent injury or debilitation? What are some self-care techniques that might keep one from worrying about how much they’re gonna regret gettin frisky by the morning?

Preferred roles/fantasies aside, you seem like someone who enjoys what they get out of sex, and that’s what I’d want, if I ever end up trying stuff with my partners.

I don’t do asks very often so I apologize if this is/was awkward. Also, no pressure to answer if this question is too intimate or crosses your boundaries. I’ll love your blog regardless!

Thanks!

hello sweet love I’m so glad you sent me this ask! This is something I haven’t touched on in all my advice talks and this is a perspective I really think more should be more aware of! nothing awkward ~ but long response heheh

I’ll start with the term pillow princess, it’s mostly used in queer lesbian spaces, but as a queer and someone with chronic pain, I 100% identify as a pillow princess. my partner does the work for me, if my body is a bit more nimble or limber or *not in as much pain* I get a lil freaky and do missionary, but for the most part i’m the one always “being used”. some see it as lazy, but honestly it’s not their relationship and if they can’t garner any kind of forethought for someone else’s lifestyle then fuck em ~

make sure you trust whoever your potential partner(s), it seems obvious but people can manipulate anyone into a sense of trust, and push boundaries that someone like you or I can’t have pushed. make sure you know without any doubt this person or people aren’t going to try and spring something onto you, or perform an action your body can’t handle. everything is about communication, them being aware in full honesty from you (ie. I’m physically disabled / have chronic pain etc, there are things I cannot do). we are 100% responsible to make sure everyone involved knows everything about us that they can.

I do try to stretch every day, and I also walk up and down the stairs multiple times a night. my pain is mostly nerve damage in my neck, and I have a very specific way of sleeping that helps prevent flare ups, and arthritis in my knees and my hips (which prevents 85% of most positions most people are able to do freely). Low impact stuff like using stairs is super beneficial to keeping those tricky pain places at bay. I cant be on my knees, so we avoid those positions and ones that might cause pain. my hips will lock into place and really fucking hurt, so unless I know I can get into a position that won’t hurt my hips, we won’t do it. lots of prone, on the belly ~ and a lot of against the wall from behind ~ I get all my squeezing and spankings without risking becoming bedridden for an unknown amount of time!

and of course, learn your body. you have to know “well this position hurts and that’s something I have to tell them, I can’t life my leg or arch my back like that, and they should know this.” being able to come at it with a bucket of knowledge of yourself is super helpful for any new potential partner, and makes it much easier to weed out the ones that might not be capable or willing to adjust their sexual practices to your needs. start slow, start calm and relaxed, put yourself in different positions you know you might be able to try and be very gentle. and don’t push yourself, or let anyone else try to push you into anything ~

closing thoughts, if you find out you’re asexual and nothing works for you, that’s also totally valid! but i definitely know my hypersexuality has more or less forced me to find ways to get and give pleasure ~ but I do know that asexualtiy is just the other end of that spectrum, and you can be asexual and still partake in the sexi every now and then ~ it’s up to your level of comfort, and what you’re willing to try or not try ~ 98% of the time im just a wee bag of meat and he gets to squeeze me and use me and tease me without me ever having to move many muscles. arms can stay where I want, eyes can stay closed because I’m weird about eye contact, and he finds ways to support my legs should I find myself getting uncomfortable.

feel free to ask me for any kind of advice about anything c: ! I’ll always do my best to answer 💗

#ask #bunni answers #chronic pain #chronic pain and sex

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bxlladxnnabxtch · 2 years ago

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My Pretty Girl

Ellie Williams x Reader

❀🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹❀

A/N: Let’s not address the two year hiatus. Go lesbians!!

Summary: A bleeding stomach wound didn’t bother you nearly as much as the burning need to have Ellie’s hands on you.

Explicit Content ahead!

Warnings: Profanity, Blood, idk if this counts as gore?? Thigh riding (the briefest mention) and Ellie being hot.

A groan escaped you as Ellie helped you into the bathroom, the blood from the gash on your side soaking through your shirt. You could feel the warmth of the liquid paint your hand, leaking between your fingers and dripping down the front of you. You groaned again out of annoyance, looking down at the mess and now soiled clothing.

Ellie was seemingly unphased by the amount of blood, her eyes coming to look up at you as she assessed how much pain you were in. You smiled at her sheepishly, silently preparing to be chewed out by her yet again. But instead of giving you an earful, she helped you lug yourself into the bathroom, the girl stumbling for a second before effectively maneuvering you onto the sink.

You let out a sigh, leaning your head back to rest against the mirror which rattled at the impact. You heaved a sigh, the sound coming out as more of a wheeze when you cringed at the sharp pain that shot up your side. Ellie was still scarily quiet as she took off her bag and fished out some stitching and bandages. You shook your head, eyes trailing from the bandages to her unrelenting eyes, reaching out to push the supplies away. “Don’t waste them on me, I don’t need them.” You said, pressing your hand further into your side to counteract the blood leaking from your stomach.

Her hand wrapped around your wrist, gripping it tightly. “You don’t get to decide what I do with my supplies.” She said, fighting your grip off the items. You shot her a look “Well technically, I found them, s-“ She cut you off.

“Shut the fuck up and take off your shirt.”

The better part of you wanted to save them for sometime when you would most definitely need them more than now. But the tiny selfish part in the back of your brain was screaming, begging to let her stitch you up. Partly because getting stabbed hurts like a bitch, mostly because a deep primal part of you screamed out for Ellie to touch you.

You sighed, watching her as you debated if it was worth the fight. “We don’t have all day.” She said, tilting her head at you expectantly. You rolled your eyes, finally giving in as you stripped off your soaked shirt, muttering curses as you pulled it up and over you, dropping it to the floor. Ellie ignored your incessant cussing, stepping between your legs as she threaded the stitching through the needle. You swallowed thickly, your anxiety getting the better of you as you waited for her to start.

You let out a cry when the needle pierced your skin, your hand flying up to grab her shoulder in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. You shook as she continued to work, the girl rushing through the task when she felt your nails bite into her shoulder.

Your hand fell back to the sink once she finished, the porcelain doing nothing to help the dizziness plaguing your mind or how your body trembled in the aftershock. Her hands came to cup your cheeks, forcing your eyes to focus on her. “Breathe, the worst parts over.” She spoke softly, smoothing her thumbs over your cheeks. You breathed deep, focusing on the way her thumbs swept across your cheeks as you grunted softly. She waited for you to catch your breath, watching you while you calmed down from the ordeal.

She pats your thigh twice when your breathing evens out, reaching over to grab the bandages she set beside you. “Took it like a champ.” She complimented, and you laughed softly, smiling at her despite the fatigue that started to settle in your bones. “Well anything less and I think you might’ve slapped me with how ready you were to tear my head off.” You joked, watching as she unravelled the bandages.

“I might’ve if you kept fighting me.” You gasped, a hand flying up to your chest in mock offense, the action staining your chest crimson. You cringed, the tacky feeling of the half-dried liquid making you want to gag. Ellie noticed, shaking her head as she watched you hold your hand out in disgust. She took your wrist gently, bringing her shirt up as she started to wipe your hand off.

“You gonna enjoy that blood on your shirt?” You asked sarcastically. She cracked a smile at your words “Yep, gonna tell everyone how a pretty girl let me stitch her up.” Her eyes flicked up to yours, looking at you intently before flicking back down to your now cleaned hand.

Despite your now stitched up wound, the butterflies in your stomach were seemingly unphased, Ellie’s words causing you to swallow thickly. You examined her for a moment, how her breathing seemed to be elevated, how her hands shook slightly as she picked up the bandages yet again. “You think I’m pretty?” You asked breathily as she fiddled with the bandages.

Ellie’s eyes met yours for a brief moment, flicking down back to her handywork when she saw how intently you stared at her. “Always have.” She stated with a teasing lilt, pressing the end of the bandages into your stomach so she could begin wrapping it. You pressed your head into the mirror, closing your eyes as you tried to process her words, your heart beating wildly in your ears. You felt Ellie’s fingers brush against you as she delicately wrapped the bandages around you, her breath fanning over your neck at the close proximity between you two. You felt her tie off the bandages, her hands settling on your sides. You let out a shaky breath, eyes coming down to lock with hers.

You were surprised to see her looking back at you, your face only inches apart. “Not too tight?” She asked in a whisper. You shook your head slightly, letting out a noise of disagreement. You could feel her shift on her feet, effectively closing the space between you even more as her body pressed against yours. She paused for a second, her hands feeling like they were burning through the bandages. You felt her grip tighten, her eyes flicking down to your lips. Your hands came up to settle over hers, the tension in the air causing you to seek out any part of her she would allow. She let out a puff of air, seemingly contemplating something before she broke.

“Fuck it.”

You felt her hand wind itself into your hair before your lips collided with hers, your back colliding with the mirror as she pushed you further on to the sink. You felt a fire spark to life inside you at the first touch of her lips, the feel of her against you making you moan into her mouth. She pressed against you harder at the sound, bringing her hands down to pull you in by the hips.

Your head jerked back when she pulled your hair, the stinging in your scalp forcing a whimper from you as she planted feverish kisses along your throat. “Ellie-“ You rasped, breathless and needy from her kisses. Your pleas were interrupted when she pressed her thigh in between your own, the action forcing your hips to buck up against her. She let out a curse, looking back up at you to take a look at your disheveled appearance, memorizing the way your hands smoothed over her skin and the way your eyes were glossed over with desperation.

“No one told you to stop.” Your words seemed to surprise Ellie, the girl pausing before an amused smile made its way onto her features.

“Just admiring my pretty girl.”

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myeyesarebrighter · 11 months ago

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Marvel of pharmaceuticals.

Spironolactone and Silva sulfa cream have slowed my HS. Most days it isn’t noticeable. Before them, I had painful boils most days.

Spiro has also thinned the hair on my entire body. It’s amazing. I have a normal amount of leg hair, and my chin hair is finer and about half as much as before. My skin on my face? I literally haven’t had a single painful breakout since starting. I had one per week before. No more red welts, no more slow healing and scarring. Gone. Done. The end. Like zero dollars spent on acne treatments since I started this $3 Rx. I’ve never ever had that since puberty.

I’m on sema. It’s helping me eat more appropriate sized portions and freeing my brain from the constant nagging of food. Sure my weight is slowly dropping, but the mental impacts outweigh the body.

Prozac. My greatest love. I upped the dose by 5mgs and within a week felt a solid impact. I can motivate to do shit, tackled two big things at work that I’d been toiling over for weeks, and have gotten the house back in control. Laundry is caught up, things are put away. I feeeeel so normal again. Phew. This is kinda how it was when I started taking it too.

Finally, my periods are so manageable now too. I think it’s the sema plus the spiro. Spiro helped a lot, but sema changed them further. I get a very normal period, medium flow at most, only a few days, and it doesn’t leave me feeling depleted. I was going through super tampons in a few hours before, and now I need to remember to change a regular. The cramps are basically all gone.

Just talk to a good doc if your shit seems off. 2023 was the year of dr and specialist appts for me, literally got them all caught up, and 2024 will be for maintaining good habits of self care. Maybe you don’t need a little treat or a coffee. Maybe you need to really take care of yourself. You’re worth it.

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ohmyronpa-imagines · 1 year ago

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The last anon read my mind lol. Is it alright if I request the same thing with Fuyuhiko, where reader is trying to escape someone killing them and he saves them?

Man, y'all sure do love your near-death experiences. Nothing wrong with that though, I like writing them! Thank you for the request, Anon! - Mod Hajime

Fuyuhiko Saving You From A Murder Attempt

There was no reason for you to even be outside at a time like this.

But it was so hard to believe you had been trapped on a remote island and were now part of a killing game. Didn’t that sort of stuff only happen in fiction?

Still, despite Monokuma telling you all that your cabins were safe, you didn’t trust them.

You especially didn’t trust yours, if the broken lock was anything to go off.

Thinking ahead into the future, you didn’t tell anyone your door was busted. That would’ve made it too easy.

Though, being outside made you easy prey as well. There wasn’t a motive to kill yet, but wasn’t being trapped on an island a good enough reason?

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stood up. Long gone was the desire for peace within Jabberwock Park.

Without missing a beat, you ran back to your cabin, your adrenaline making it easier to handle running for such a long distance.

You opened your door and shut it behind you, letting out a long sigh. Nothing had happened today, not even a little spat between your classmates had occurred. So that meant there was peace, right?

You shuffled to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles were forming under your eyes and your expression had turned into a permanent frown. Well, that was to be expected, considering you hadn’t slept properly in days.

The silence in your cabin was interrupted by the sound of your doorknob jiggling. Your useless lock audibly popped and the door creaked open.

If you shut your bathroom door now, you’d be discovered for sure. You tucked yourself into the corner, hoping the lack of light would you from the intruder’s vision.

Unfortunately, your efforts didn’t work. The intruder’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm, yanking you out of your hiding spot.

A shout ripped from you when you felt a sharp pain in your side. You looked down to see the handle of an ice pick sticking out of you.

With adrenaline pumping through you, you delivered a strong punch to your attacker, knocking them into your dresser. A little Monokuma plush hit the floor from the impact, bouncing against their leg.

Suddenly, you were very aware of the metal in your abdomen. You caught yourself on your dresser and staggered towards the door.

Blood roared in your ears when you heard the attacker getting up. You had to get out of there immediately.

The door slammed behind you and you stumbled across the docks, unsure of where you were. Everything was spinning and you felt like your dinner was about to make a second debut.

Your head knocked against a solid piece of wood. It cleared the heat in your ears so you did it again. You continued for an unknown amount of time, barely aware of an obscure figure walking towards you.

Without warning, the cool wood was removed from your head, sending you to the floor and the mystery person fleeing.

“What the fuck?” You heard someone talking. The voice was familiar, but your head was too full of melted butter to process it. Instead, you responded with a groan.

Trying to remember how to stand, you held your hands out to push yourself up, but the ice pick was making it hard to move. You struggled to find the pick and gripped it, ready to pull it out.

“Don’t do that, you dumbass!” A soft hand smacked yours away and you were quickly pulled into a bright, much warmer room.

A pretty face was in front of you and the person waved their hand in front of you. “Hey! Look at me! Don’t you dare die right now!” You squinted.

Pink cheeks, freckles, long eyelashes, and a mean snarl.

“Fuyuhiko?” You mumbled, struggling to pick an eye to look at.

He huffed, “Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened to you?”

“Stabbed? I think.” You looked down at the ice pick and reached for it again, only to be stopped by Fuyuhiko again.

He held your hands down and ordered you to stay still and lay on the ground. The yakuza disappeared for a moment until he returned with a pair of scissors, a rag, bandages, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Gonna take it out?” You whispered, focusing on his face, specifically a freckle on his cheek.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he cut the fabric around the knife and pulled your shirt up, opening the rubbing alcohol. He was looking for something, but you didn’t know what.

You groaned when a stinging sensation erupted on your sternum. “Don’t move, you have a cut here.”

“What about the other one?” You asked, pointing at your plugged stab wound.

“If I pull it out you’ll bleed out. Can you shut the fuck up now?” He grumbled and wrapped your cut in the bandages.

Fuyuhiko sighed and dragged you over to his bed. When he realized he couldn’t carry you, he threw his pillows and blanket on the floor. He laid down next to you, quiet, but watching you.

Each rise and fall of your chest could be the last, and he didn’t want someone dead in his room.

He didn’t want to see anyone die for that matter.

You were one lucky bastard. Knocking on his door after getting attacked wasn’t easy, to add to that, you had an ice pick completely lodged in your body. He wanted to ignore it, but hearing the knocks get progressively slower made the pit in his stomach grow.

When he opened the door he was expecting something worse, but having you fall at his feet was worse. Not to mention the suspicious shadow that crept away when he opened his door. What would’ve happened if he hadn’t opened the door?

Did you even realize you were dying?

He looked over at you to check and let out a sigh of relief, seeing you still breathing. He just had to wait for the sun to rise then he could grab Mikan to get the ice pick out of you.

Hopefully you could make it for two more hours. He glanced at the clock, reading 5:00. “You really are a lucky motherfucker.” He let out a half chuckle.

He reached his hand to hold onto yours and squeezed it.

He was just checking your pulse, that was all.

#mod hajime #x reader #danganronpa 2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #imagine

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questforgalas · 2 years ago

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The Bad Batch - who says "I love you" first

Crosshair

my sneaky link, say it to me please and thank you

I will die on the hill that Crosshair is actually one of the softest members of TBB it just has to be the right person

Thanks to his upbringing, it takes forever for him to trust outside of his Batch

Once he does, you're forever in his circle

And when you finally broke in there? He could be staring daggers at Wrecker, but as soon as they land on you they're melting honey

He can't be in the same room as you without touching you in some way or giving you a kiss on top of your head

So I think as you break through his icy exterior, he's absolutely the one to fall first

It won't be a big thing, you'll be relaxing in his bunk after a mission, listening to the hum of hyperspace

He's rubbing circles on your back, both of you relishing in the silence as you rest your head in his chest

you feel him tip your chin up to look at him, and once your eyes meet his that's when he says it. softly, to the point, no fanfare, and it's perfect

Wrecker

the literal opposite of crosshair

he's absolutely the first one to say it first, but nothing about him is subtle so of course when he tells you he loves you for the first time it's not quiet

he is the most affectionate of his brothers, willing to show his emotions without question

when he made Omega a little room on the Marauder you were sure you were going to melt through the floor at how sweet the gesture was

so yeah, not a quiet man with his affections

it's when he says it to you that surprises you

Wrecker doesn't show distress often, normally trying to laugh things off or just move to the next step

but there's one mission that goes more awry than usual, leaving you with a blaster mark in your leg and shoulder

it's not lethal, but the site of it has Wrecker feeling a sense of panic he's not used to and he forgets everything as he rushes over to you bringing you into his arms

your hiss of pain makes him back away, but he still has a hand on you, ensuring him that you're alive

"oh mesh'la , tell me what I can do? what do you need? stay with me ok? I love you ok, I can't lose you"

that makes the pain disappear pretty quickly

Hunter

Ohhh Mr Dark and Broody

you're certainly saying it first in the relationship

it's not that Hunter doesn't feel it, like quite literally because of his senses he feels your heartbeat and he's aware of his own whenever you're around

let alone the sense of calm that you bestow upon him whenever you're around

you're his personal balm

but he's a sergeant, he's felt the impact of losing those he loves and seen the toll war takes on the clones

so as much as he loves you, he tries to protect himself and you from inevitable heartbreak, or at least that's how he justifies it

but he finds he's powerless when you gently grab his hand and look in his eyes saying those 3 sweet words for the first time

he's willing to take the plunge just for you and live his life as much as he can for as long as the Maker will allow

Echo

IT'S HIM AND HE'S SO SHY ABOUT IT AND SO ADORABLE

he still holds his confidence from his days as an ARC trooper, although it's more understated during his time the with batch

there's enough ego on that ship, he doesn't need to throw his around either

but he's still finding his place in this world after Skako Minor

so when someone like you, his version of perfection, decides he's worthy of your affection? he is grateful and shy and worshipping

it doesn't take long for him to say those 3 little words because he's so overwhelmed with your affections towards him

you're both sitting outside the Marauder, enjoying the sunset on the planet you're currently running a mission on, when he places his hand on your knee

the amount of love in his eyes when you turn to him has you tearing up out of nowhere

his says the words quietly with blood rushing to his cheeks, unsure how you'll react. is it too soon? is he misreading your actions? could you ever love someone like him?

you quiet his running mind with a soft kiss to his lips, returning to words

Tech

he's calculating about everything he does, even your relationship

he won't say it first purely because he'll want to analyze that data in front of him and be confident that the evidence points to him being in love

he knows his heart beats faster when you're around and an immediate sense of happiness takes over as soon as you walk in a room

but he has to be sure

and you'll try to be patient you really will be

but eventually you'll get fed up with your genius' rambling about the "benefits of one being in love" and finally blurt the words in loving frustration

this will render the smartest member of the batch speechless as he calculates the appropriate response to this declaration

huffing a sigh you'll grab his face and smash your lips to him, hopefully hotwiring whatever is going on in his brain

#tay writes #the bad batch #tbb #tech #wrecker #crosshair #hunter #echo #arc trooper echo #the bad batch echo #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch tech #star wars

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prettywordsyouleft · 2 years ago

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The Fall

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x female reader

Genre: demon x saint au / romance / fluff

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: once again, I’ve returned to the world of The Ledger of Hearts. This was a story many have waited for. I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 669

The Ledger of Hearts | Peace and Chaos | The Fall

You were falling. Alone.

Wheezing out a laugh, you were impressed that Eunwoo had lured you into this descent. You had always been one for a dare, and when he had suggested you both jump off the bridge that connected the portals to heaven and hell, you had only done it because he was at your side.

Clever saint.

It was hard to see where you were going exactly. Time was irrelevant, but you could tell that the longer you fell, the faster you went. You were burning through realms, bursting through one indistinguishable scenery into another, the briefest amount of pain shredding through you at each interval. It seemed as if you would keep falling forever.

A just punishment for a demon who wished for more than your stack.

And then, he was in front of you. Or beneath you. His warm eyes caught yours, wide and frightened, yes, but also full of determination after finding you again. You attempted to smile, and you were certain the tears in your eyes weren’t just from the speed you were both descending at. Reaching out for him, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your head into his neck.

Eunwoo was panting, the strain on his body beneath yours evident. Still, you clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms folded over the other. If you were to fall for eternity, at least you would be together.

An unfurling happened around you, and with a strength you shouldn’t possess now, you pulled back a fraction to see shimmering white wings spread out wide, attempting to slow your fall. You gasped when you realised it was working, and yet, feathers were loosening and flying by your face in clumps.

“Your wings!” you cried in horror, Eunwoo’s jaw clamped tightly against the strain. You hadn’t known that saints could have wings. Perhaps his position above had been more powerful than you had assumed.

Delving inside, you pushed out your remaining magic, not being sure why you hadn’t thought to do something aside from fall at such a grand pace before. Curls of darkness caressed what remained of his almost bare wings, protecting them from further damage.

He smiled with relief, relaxing his jaw a little as his hand rose to meet the side of your face. “You were scared, little hellion.”

“Of course. I couldn’t see you.”

“We chose this together,” he reminded, and you nodded, nuzzling his hand. You barely had a moment more before you crashed into the unknown, the very life being knocked out of you.

For uncounted moments, you considered your death had arrived. You could see nor hear anything, and Eunwoo’s warmth was gone from your embrace. Whilst you felt no pain, you assumed you must have broken entirely upon impact.

Blinking slowly, the haze of the world around you began to clear. You were in a mortal land, though you weren’t sure where. Hesitantly lifting your hands to your face, you noticed your skin was no longer luminous, your fingernails now painted and round instead of claws. Pulling yourself up off the ground, you tried to understand what had happened.

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked, and when you turned around, you stared at the man before you.

Gone were the wings, the heavenly glow. The man before you was simply that. No longer a saint, for he had officially fallen from piety. And a demon such as you? Had you been given some level of grace?

Eunwoo shifted forward, uncaring of the people that stepped around you in this strange metropolitan. “We dared to dream for more than peace and chaos, my love. Are you happy with our choice?”

“We’re now mortal.”

“It appears so.”

“We answer to no one but ourselves,” you continued, and Eunwoo sighed, giving a slight look to the heavens above. You chuckled. “I will not follow His lead.”

“No, but will you follow mine?”

Leaning in to kiss him, you smiled against his lips. “Always.”

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sadiecoocoo · 2 months ago

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The Sorrows We Drown Chp. 3

Summary - Jean and Connie save Reiner as best they can

Word Count - 5,289

Read on AO3

Previous Chapter

Notes: Ya'll I'm so sorry I forgot to post on Friday and had too much stuff going on yesterday to post!!! I'm so sorry lmao also very unrelated but still something I'm really excited about… I GOT MY FIRST EVER CAR!!!! I love it so much but holy shit did actually negotiating the prices take forever (I say as if my dad didn't do literally everything). Now I just need to learn how to drive lol anyways, please enjoy your whump <3

Jean watched in horror as Reiner was lifted into the air. A small hunting knife clattered to the ground near him. The titan had moved to hold Reiner by the scruff as it held him precariously above its mouth.

“Reiner!” He screamed, because this truly felt like a time to be screaming.

The titan lowered Reiner further into its mouth, to where only his upper body and arms were free. Then there was more screaming, and blood, so much blood. No one should bleed that much.

The scream died abruptly as the sound of a wet crunch overpowered it. Jean almost fell to his knees as more blood splattered onto the ground, leaving a dark red stain in the concrete.

Then something else hit the ground, and Jean let out a strangled sound, as if he were the one in pain. Reiner’s arm had been bitten off and discarded. Jean thought he saw the limb twitch, and he tasted bile.

“Reiner..?” Connie mumbled where Jean still held him. He had almost forgotten about Connie. His head was bleeding, but the shorter man quickly stood by himself when he processed what was happening.

Jean looked back up at the titan, at Reiner still trapped and dying. The blonde had gone limp, but Jean could still his wide eyes glazed with pain.

There was a jumble of footsteps behind him as something ran towards the two. Jean jumped, wondering for a moment if it was a smaller titan lunging towards them. Instead, a man carrying a shotgun stopped by the two and started to take aim.

Jean let out a sob as Reiner coughed up a copious amount of blood before letting out another scream. This one was noticeably weaker than the first.

Then the man fired the gun. Jean flinched and covered his ears at the noise.

The titan reared back, placing its hand on its steaming eye. Its screaming allowed Reiner enough room to slip out of its mouth. The blonde landed on the ground with a thud and another crack as more of his bones broke from the impact.

“Reiner!” Jean yelled again, running up to the blonde. He was sprawled on his back, staring up at the sky numbly. His mouth was open and blood dribbled down his chin.

Jean knelt down and pulled Reiner up. The blonde let out a strained groan that sounded more like a whine than anything.

“I’m sorry-“ Jean murmured as he pulled Reiner’s arm around his shoulder. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He sobbed.

“Jean, over here!” Connie yelled from an alleyway. Jean nodded and started to drag Reiner towards him. His legs dragged against the ground, leaving a bloody trail behind them.

There was another flash of light, and Jean suppressed another sob. The man that had helped them had dropped his shotgun and doubled over just seconds before.

Connie ran up to them and took Reiner’s other arm. Jean looked down at what was left of the limb and he almost gagged.

Together the two dragged Reiner into the alley and set him down against the wall. His head lolled to the side and Jean couldn’t help but place his hand on his cheek.

He tried to make Reiner look at him, but the blonde’s eyes couldn’t stay open. Reiner shuddered and coughed up more blood.

“Hey, Rei, it’s gonna be okay,” he promised. He wasn’t sure how much he believed it himself, but Reiner would need to hear it regardless. He needed to know that they weren’t leaving them.

“Reiner, can you hear me?” He asked urgently, squeezed the blonde’s shoulder. For a moment, Reiner made eye contact with him, and Jean smiled as best he could.

“Come on, man!” Connie urged next to them. The shorter man started to rip his sleeve and wrap it around Reiner’s arm. “W-we gotta stop the bleeding.” He added to Jean.

Jena nodded, and reluctantly took his hand away from Reiner’s cheek. He sniffled as he placed his hand on the bleeding wound on Reiner’s stomach.

The blonde screamed as he put pressure there and all Jean could do was repeat urgent apologies.

Then Reiner started to claw at Jean’s hands. Jean muttered a curse at Reiner’s new found strength.

Connie moved to hold Reiner back, putting pressure on his shoulders and pinning him to the wall. Reiner screamed again, sounding anguished.

Jean felt a small shudder underneath him as Reiner tried to kick out, but his legs seemed borderline useless.

“I’m so sorry-“ Jean said again, breaking off with a sob. It felt so weird to be crying now. Hadn’t he been the one that got into Connie and Sasha for crying over Reiner before?

Reiner’s breaths turned even more labored as he gasped and sputtered. He was choking on his own blood now, desperately trying to cough it up.

Reiner shuddered again, then fell limp. Jean paused in his task of stopping the blood flow as he feared the worst. He looked at Reiner’s dull eyes, usually as bright as gold, he searched desperately for a sign of life.

For a moment he truly thought Reiner was dead. Then, by some miracle, Reiner shuddered again and started coughing more.

Jean stared for a moment longer, then snapped out of his stupor. He went back to focusing on Reiner’s bleeding stomach.

Reiner made another sputtering sound that almost sounded like he was trying to say something. Jean made quick eye contact with him, but he was staring off somewhere behind them. His eyes were wide and scared, and Jean wouldn’t be surprised if he was delirious.

“Oh shit- Jean!” Connie yelled just as a large hand wrapped around Jean middle. His eyes widened as he tried to hold onto something, anything, before he was pulled away.

Connie ran up to him and grabbed his arm. He futilely tried to break Jean free as he kicked at the titan’s hand.

The two were both in the air seconds later. Connie valiantly held onto Jean's arm, before the titan grabbed him with its other hand.

“Reiner!” Jean yelled again, reaching his hand out for the dying blonde. He guessed he would be dying soon too, but Reiner wouldn’t last much longer like that. He was a bloody heap on the ground, completely limp.

Jean squinted his eyes shut. He dug his fingernails into the titan’s skin, hoping to cause it at least a little bit of pain.

The titan was starting to squeeze him, and he groaned at the pressure. Was this how Reiner had felt mere minutes ago? What about Bertholdt, all those years ago, or the scouts that died in the 57th expedition. Was this what Marco felt?

There was another light that shone through his eyelids. All Jean could think was great, another innocent person turned titan.

Then he was falling. He landed on the ground with a yelp. He stared up in confusion as Connie met a similar fate to him. Why would the titan-

His question was answered as another, far taller, titan sent the first flying. Jean couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

The second titan yelled a war cry as it tackled the first. It started to smash its fists down on the titans face, causing steaming blood to splatter.

Soon the first titan was nothing but a steaming, decomposing corpse.

The second titan stood tall. A few people started cheering, recognizing one of Marley’s greatest heroes.

Connie jumped up and joined them, letting out a loud whistle as if he were watching a sport. Jean let out another laugh and couldn’t help joining as well, even though tears streamed down his face.

He glanced into the alley that had been all but destroyed. Reiner wasn’t there anymore. Reiner was standing in the middle of the street, armor covering his giant titan body.

There were more titans to be dealt with, and Reiner took on that job with little question. He ran down the street, narrowly missing the people gawking at him.

Soon enough, he collided with another titan, this one probably small enough for him to step on and kill. Which he did in seconds, splattering blood everywhere.

“Jean,” Connie said, grabbing his arm, “I still have my old ODM gear, we can help!” He said determinedly.

“Me too,” Jean said with a nod, “let’s get going!”

Soon enough, the two were zipping through the buildings working on cutting down titans. They didn’t have much gas left, and Jean only had one thunder spear that probably didn’t even work anymore, but it would be enough to help Reiner.

The armor was currently wrestling with another fifteen meter titan. They were both grabbing onto the other’s shoulders and pushed against each other.

Jean zipped behind Reiner as a smaller titan tried to jump him from behind. He went low and cut through its nape easily. It stumbled forward from the blow, falling into the back of Reiner’s leg.

The armor yelled at the dead titan and kicked it back. It went flying and Jean had just enough time to dodge out of the way.

“Hey, be careful!” He yelled at the brute.

Instead of paying him any mind, Reiner pushed against the fifteen meter and made it fall into a building.

“Is it just me or is he being a lot less careful as he used to be?” Connie asked as he landed on the rooftop next to Jean.

“Yeah…” Jean agreed uneasily. It had been years since Reiner transformed, maybe he just needed to get used to it again.

He snuffed it from his mind as Jean continued to try and cut down more titans. There weren’t many left in the area, but clearly the rest of the city had been hit too. Hell, the whole world could have been hit with this.

Jean wondered if the others were okay. If Pieck got her titan back too she would hopefully be helping with an evacuation. Armin and Annie could easily take care of themselves even without titan powers.

For a moment he wondered if the town Levi and the kids were in got hit. Levi was still intimidating as ever, but Jean doubted he could still use his ODM gear.

Jean maneuvered through an alleyway as he went for the last titan’s nape. It was in a match with Reiner, and looked taller than him too. He zipped past, slicing the nape cleanly.

The titan fell, and Reiner was left with no other opponent. Jean maneuvered around to land on Reiner’s shoulder.

“Alright buddy, let’s try to get civilians out-“ he was cut off abruptly as a giant hand grabbed him. He let out a yelp as Reiner took him from his shoulder and threw him to the side. Threw him.

He just had the reflexes to right himself and keep from smacking into a building. He landed on a rooftop clumsily, almost falling in his butt.

“What the-“ he started, “Reiner, what was that!?” He yelled incredulously at the jackass. Jean had just been desperately trying to save Reiner’s life, and had helped him take out about twenty titans, and all he got for thanks was being thrown into a building!?

“Hey, are you okay!?” Connie asked urgently, zipping from one building over to Jean. “What was that about?” He asked once he landed.

“I don’t know,” Jean answered as he watched Reiner. The armored titan started lumbering towards another part of the city, almost aimlessly.

“Okay, something is definitely wrong now.” Connie said in a concerned tone.

“No shit.” Jean said with an eye roll.

“Hey, remember when Falco shifted for the first time?” Connie asked. He did remember, the kid had run off on his own and ended up losing control of his titan. Pieck had said that shifting for the first time never ended well.

“Shit,” Jean grumbled. It’s been two years since the last time Reiner shifted, and he hadn’t had any of his powers before. Jean didn’t even see any steam when he was hurt before.

“We gotta go get,” Jean decreed, running and jumping off the building. He and Connie both followed Reiner’s path.

They made a sharp turn and almost ran into the open jaws of a quadrupled titan. It leapt out at them, and neither had the time nor reflexes to move.

They were only saved by a giant armored fist hitting the titan on the back of the head. The titan was slammed into the ground, causing the concrete road to crack.

Jean stopped on the side of a building, watching as Reiner stomped on the titan’s head.

“At least he’s not trying to kill us!” Connie yelled over to him.

Says the guy who wasn’t thrown into a building. He thought in annoyance.

Jean jumped from his place and tried again to get to Reiner’s shoulder. Maybe the brute hadn’t been able to hear him before. Maybe he needed to try whatever Armin had when Eren had first turned titan and gone nuts.

Before getting the chance to land, Reiner started swatting his arms like Jean was a bug. He barely had enough time to change directions, releasing some of the gas in his tank.

“Reiner, it’s us!” Jean yelled, trying again to get to the idiot. “We’re trying to help, you idiot!” Jean was able to fling himself above Reiner’s head. He landed on the armored titan’s head and grabbed onto its short blonde hair.

“You’ve gotta work with us, buddy!” Jean urged. “We need to get people to safety before you go slaughtering a bunch of titans and destroying the city along with them.” He reasoned.

The armored titan didn’t pay him much mind, though, and continued stalking around the city and looking for another titan to kill.

Jean wondered how Mikasa could have possibly been able to stand dealing with Eren like this. He knew for a fact Eren had to be worse anyway.

After several more tries of Jean trying to reason with Reiner, he considered using his thunder spear to break the armor on his nape. He didn’t wanna risk hurting him, but if Reiner really had lost control, he’d have to.

“Sorry, buddy,” Jean said regretfully as he jumped from his safe spot atop Reiner’s head. For a moment he was suspended in the air, right above Reiner’s nape. He fired the thunder spear at it, releasing more gas to get him far enough from the explosion.

There was a small explosion, and the sound of something cracking and breaking. Small splinters of Reiner’s armor went flying as the armored titan lurched forward.

Seconds later, the smoke cleared and Reiner’s nape was exposed.

The giant turned his glowing gold eyes onto Jean. The glare pierce through him and he hesitated to attack.

Within seconds Reiner had grabbed him and held him in front of his glowering face. The armored titan had always looked angry, but now he got the sense that it was furious.

He kind of felt wrong for calling the armored titan Reiner, this didn’t seem like the blonde at all anymore.

“Hey, Rei,” Jean said uneasily as the giant continued to stare him down.

Reiner let out a puff of steam through his nose as he sighed. It ruffled Jean’s hair and he had half the mind to be annoyed.

For a moment longer, they just stared. He could hear Connie yelling a bit off to the left, and hoped he would get to Reiner’s nape sooner rather than later.

Then the armored titan started to squeeze. It wasn’t much pressure, but enough to make him worry.

“Connie!” Jean yelled, urging the shorter man to hurry up.

Something quick zipped past behind Reiner, and a large output of steam flew up into the air seconds later. The titan’s glowing golden eyes started to dim and his grip around Jean loosened.

He was able to slip through and get back onto the safety of a rooftop. He watched nervously as Reiner’s titan fell to its knees, then on its face.

“You okay?” Connie asked as he landed next to Jean. He glanced at the shorter man before nodding silently.

The two jumped down to where Reiner had fallen. Luckily they now had easy access to his nape. There was still plenty of steam coming from the titan’s corpse.

The titan’s nape was cut open, and Jean could see into the small chamber that held Reiner. He reached down and hooked his arms under Reiner’s shoulders before pulling him up.

There was a loud snap as the bit of flesh and muscle connecting his cheeks to the titan broke off. His cheeks looked raw and painful. The blonde was out cold, and still had too many of his injuries from before.

Jean bit his lip in worry as he set Reiner down on the ground. Steam was coming off of his injuries now too, but he felt like he should be healing faster anyway.

Jean knelt down to check his pulse. It was steady, so was his breathing when Jean checked it. Once again, the idiot had cheated death.

“We’ve gotta get him to safety,” Jean said to himself, almost forgetting that Connie was still there.

“I’m out of gas,” he said, startling Jean. As he stood, he felt how light his own tank was too.

“I’ve got a bit left,” Jean muttered, “but not enough to carry all three of us.”

“You say that like you’re strong enough to do it.” Connie shot back with his usual mischief.

“Fuck off,” Jean responded in kind, flashing him a birdie as well.

“Help me carry him,” he changed the subject, nodding down to Reiner. “We’ll use the back ways to get home, then grab whatever we need and get out of the city.”

“What about the civilians?” Connie asked as he leaned down to help pick up Reiner.

“If we find anyone on the way we help them,” he answered with a heavy sigh. Connie hummed in response.

The two hoisted the blonde up, each holding one of his arms. His right was still a bloodied stump, but it wasn’t bleeding as much anymore.

Hours later, the three had gotten out of the burning city. They had stopped to help several civilians and ended up using all of the gas Jean still had. They were able to kill four more titans.

They had stolen a dingy looking car. A titan had been nearby, so they didn’t bother looking for the driver. Jean was haphazardly driving it along a small dirt road that went further inland.

Connie was in the back with Reiner, who still hadn’t woken up. He was sporting a fever now. Jean didn’t know if it was still something from last night or if it had been the titan all along.

It was dark by the time they had made it out of the city, so hopefully no titans would be active enough to follow them. They hadn’t spotted any since they left, anyway.

Their goal was to get to the town Levi and the kids were at. Hopefully they had been spared from dealing with this hell. Jean didn’t know what he’d do if Levi had been eaten, after everything he’d survived.

Some part of him still felt like Levi was invincible, even with a busted leg and stitched up face. There just wasn’t anything that could possibly take him down before, how could they manage now?

They hadn’t been able to find any of the others in the chaos either. He hoped Armin and Annie were close enough to the port to evacuate, and Pieckhad been able to shift and get her dad out of there.

He felt guilty for not doing more. The arrogant and foolish part of him told him that there were countless more people he could have saved if he just kept going, but the realist in him knew he probably would have run out of gas mid air and get eaten seconds later.

Besides, if he had kept going, then Connie would have too, the loyal bastard. If Connie kept fighting with him, no one would have been there to protect Reiner, and there was no possible way he would be able to transform again for at least a couple days.

He still could hardly believe how close they came to losing Reiner. After everything, he would have died in a titan’s jaws. They owed so much to that man that was brave enough to shoot a titan.

He couldn’t stop hearing Reiner’s agonizing screams as he was being bit through the middle. He had seen plenty of comrades get eaten by titans before, but each time felt worse.

He wondered if they hadn’t stopped the war, would Reiner have been eaten around this time? The curse of Ymir would have gotten him sometime this year if they hadn’t gotten rid of the titans, even though he couldn’t really say they got rid of them anymore.

Would Reiner have chained on an altar, like Eren had when Reiss tried to make Historia a titan. Jean still got shivers thinking about that damned giant titan. He guessed Reiner was lucky he wasn’t there for that.

“How’s he doing?” Jean asked, looking over his shoulder. There was a quiet hum in response.

“I think we should make camp soon.” Connie said finally.

Jean wanted to agree, he didn’t want to be driving on this shit road all night, not to mention he wasn’t even legally allowed to drive. Even so, they were still too close to the city. If they accidentally slept in, they could wake up to a titan looming over them.

“We’ll go just a bit further.” Jean decided. He tightened his grip on the wheel, making his knuckles turn white.

“Fine, but we can at least eat something while on the road.” Connie said. There was the sound of some shuffling as he went through the small pack they were able to grab.

Connie reached over and handed him an apple. Jean took it silently, rubbed it on his pants, then took a small bite.

None of them had eaten since breakfast. He hadn’t realized until then how hungry he was. It strained his resolve to keep going.

He’d have to sleep eventually, and with titans roaming around there was no way he could sleep during the day. He worried his lip as he contemplated stopping now.

“I can’t see the city anymore.” Connie muttered. Jean tensed, had they really gone that far? Had they really abandoned it, just like that?

“Fuck,” he grumbled, leaning his head against the wheel. “We’ve gotta go back.” He decreed, sound anguished.

“Right now?” Connie asked, hesitance evident in his voice.

“No.” Jean said firmly, “But we can’t just leave everyone to die.”

“We have no idea how many titans there are, though.” Connie countered, “hell, everyone that was still alive could be titans by now!” He was starting to sound panicked.

“I know- but we can’t just leave Armin and the others to die!” He yelled back. The car stopped abruptly, causing the two of them to lurch forward. There was a thud as their few supplies fell onto the car floor.

Jean turned around to see Connie working on cleaning up the mess. An assortment of things that could barely be meals on their own were spread out. There were two wrapped slabs of meat as well, causing Jean’s brow to raise in surprise.

“When did you grab those?” He asked, remember Reiner buying them before everything went to shit. He thought they had either been eaten by the damned titan or dropped carelessly.

“When we went to grab our gear,” Connie muttered, grabbing the meat and putting it carefully back into the sack. “We might be better off than some people, but Reiner still got those out of his own pocket.” He mumbled, almost shamefully.

“He has been doing some random jobs here and there, huh?” Jean said. They both knew that Reiner had been overworking himself. In the last week he had only left the house once, finally getting a deserved break, but any other time he was doing an assortment of jobs.

With that, the two turned their focus onto the unconscious blonde. Steam was still coming off of him, but the stump had grown almost up to his wrist in the last few hours. They hadn’t had much time to clean up all the blood or grab an extra set of clothes, so he looked like a murder victim.

“I can’t believe we almost lost him, just like that.” Connie mumbled, sounding a little dazed. Jean started scratching at his wrist nervously.

“We all almost died. We’ve gotten soft.” Jean grumbled, turning back around. He fidgeted with the key in the car ignition, twisting it both ways to start the engine.

“I thought his titan powers were supposed to stop him from getting sick.” Connie pointed out. “And Falco wasn’t feverish when he first transformed.”

“Maybe the titans are different now.” Jean spat. He was starting to get annoyed with the car. Why couldn’t everyone just use horses, like normal? They were much more reliable.

“Maybe he doesn’t have all his titan powers,” Connie continued, “He used to heal a lot faster. I mean, we blew his head off and it had regrown by the time-“

“Fuck!” Jean yelled, ramming his head down onto the steering wheel in frustration. He banged his head against it one more time before he felt Connie’s arm on his shoulder.

“Let’s set up camp.” He said softly. Jean turned his head to peer up at him.

“What if the titans catch up to us, we aren’t fast enough to outrun one on foot.” He glanced back at Reiner, “especially if he can’t walk.”

“Then we can go a bit further.” Connie suggested, already packing up everything. “Like I said, I can’t even see the city anymore, and I don’t think these titans are active at night.” He assured.

“At least that’s one thing that’s the same.” Jean responded glumly.

Nevertheless, he got out of the car and opened the back. Connie hopped out next to him, carrying their pack of meager supplies.

Jean was standing over Reiner now. The blonde’s brow was furrowed in pain as he slept. He wondered if Reiner was having a nightmare. He wondered if he saw anything that happened when he had lost control of the armor, or if he was blissfully asleep then.

He remembered when he had become a titan, thankfully only for a few minutes. He could see what was happening, but it all felt foggy, more like a dream than anything. He had never really talked about it.

Jean hooked his arms under Reiner’s shoulders and started to pull him out of the truck. His feet dragged on the ground. One of his ankles looked twisted, probably from when he fell out of the titan.

Jean was sure the blonde must have had several broken ribs. Hell, he was probably concussed too. For all he knew, Reiner’s neck could have snapped at some point and healed, though that was less than likely.

He never understood how Eren was able to heal. He understood even less when Reiner survived getting his titan’s head blown off, or his throat being slit by Hange’s blade. Sometimes he wondered if Reiner would have survived even if he hadn’t stopped Hange.

By the walls, he wished that maniac was here. They would probably have figured out how everyone randomly turned into titans, or would at least be excited about it. The old commander had always had an uncanny way of lightening the mood.

Jean set Reiner down against the edge of a giant footprint, one of many that still littered the ground. They at least made somewhat comfy resting spots.

Connie had already been working on collecting sticks and supplies to make a fire. They weren’t in the best place to find resources, one of the many wastelands that was in between destroyed towns.

“We have to set out again first thing tomorrow.” Jean said abruptly, stopping his mind from wandering.

Connie nodded solemnly in response as he plopped next to Reiner. The shorter man held a small canteen of water to the blonde’s lips, lifting his chin slightly. Jean watched as Reiner’s throat bobbed as he drank meager sips of water.

“We don’t have much water.” Connie said once he took away the canteen. He shook it to test the weight. “We were so unprepared.” He sighed roughly, slouching down in defeat.

“Everyone was.” Jean said quietly.

“You got a lighter?” He asked after, nodding towards the pile of sticks. Connie shook his head.

“Reiner probably does,” he answered, “he smokes.” Connie admitted almost shamefully.

“Of fucking course he does,” Jean grumbled roughly. He couldn’t count how many bad habits Reiner had. The dumbass had cut himself while cooking about a million times and just stared at like some kind of ghoul. Of course he would smoke too.

Jean patted down the blonde’s shirt and pockets. He procured a lighter, as predicted. Jena stifled another sigh, he had been doing that too much lately.

He went back over to the bundle of sticks and turned on the lighter. The small flame flickered for a moment before he hovered a stick over it. The wood caught fire after a few minutes, and he threw it onto the mains tack. Soon enough, their camp was permeated in a soft orange glow, and the warmth of a fire.

Jean plopped down on the other side of Reiner. He tried not to look at the stump that should have been Reiner’s arm. The sight of it was starting to make him sick.

Connie threw a small chunk of dried meat over to him. Jean caught it with a scowl. He thought they would have been behind their days of eating shitty rations.

“Maybe we should have tried for the port,” Connie said after a long moment of silence. Jean hummed. “We could be in the middle of the sea where no titans could reach us, it’d probably be safer than the walls.” He mused, holding his hand out as if he could touch the fantasy.

“Yeah, until some poor soul turns into a titan on the boat.” Jean grumbled. Connie let his hand drop.

“Yeah, still would’ve been nice to get off the mainland.” Connie muttered. Jean’s brow furrowed.

“We have to find Levi and the kids,” Jean said, sharper than he meant to, “then we can get the hell out of here.”

“Right,” Connie mumbled, suddenly becoming very interested in the dirt. He poked at the dirt silently.

“We should go to Paradis.” Connie stated after a few moments. Jean hummed.

“We could get more ODM gear and come,” he continued, “then we’d stand a fighting chance. Especially if Reiner can use his titan again.”

As if on cue, the blonde shuddered from a chill. The two men fell silent as Reiner seemed to curl in on himself.

Jean placed the back of his hand to Reiner’s forehead. He still had a fever. He doubted Reiner would wake up any time soon.

“Do we have a blanket?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of Reiner’s flushed face. There was still a splatter of blood on his chin. It was dried, he couldn’t clean it off unless they found a stream somewhere.

“No.” Connie answered dejectedly.

Jean let out another sigh as he let his hand fall back into his lap. He put his arm around Reiner’s shoulder and pulled him close.

“Let’s just get some rest,” Jean decided, “we’ve got a long way to go.”

End Notes: yayyyyy the armored titan in all its glory! Reiner's having a little nappy nap… and maybe a few bad dreams in the next chp :D also kinda feel bad about basically rewriting a lot of the last chapter in Jean's POV, but I had to show his reaction to it! and you guys get a longer chapter because of it :) anyways, hope you enjoyed. again, I will always appreciate any comment, and will try to answer them too! hope you have a lovely day <3

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