#the thoughts are unpure & all over the place

[christiangeistdorfer]

JOHN WATSON playing tennis before the start of the 1977 SOUTH AFRICAN GRAND PRIX

[put-me-through-the-wall]

Imagine Retired!Price who has nothing to do in his new found free time

His team was finally able to convince him to put down the gun and rest. He's done more than enough for others.

But after years of constant movement and missions he isn't comfortable with sitting in one place.

He starts to go on long walk in the afternoon to fill his time

Mostly people watching or checking out the local businesses.

One night as chilly afternoon turns into a cold evening he finds himself wondering into retro diner all lit up by neon lights.

He finds a booth and takes a look around at the polished but dated looking restaurant.

it brought him a feeling of comfort he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Hello sir, can I get you a drink to start?" A sweet voice chirps

He turn to meet your sunny smile all dressed up in a baby pink button up dress, waist cinched with a mini apron. Hair pulled back with a matching bow.

"Hello..." John looks down to your name tag. "Bunny?"

"Oh" you laugh, "It's just a nickname. The old timers think it's cute"

"What does that say about me, then?"

"You don't look too old to me."

"Let me get a coffee, bunny"

From that point on John made sure to come by the diner every night.

Rain, sleet, or shine you could bet he would be there.

You weren't there every night of course but it thrilled him to think of the possibility of seeing you again.

Always greeting him with a, "Hey stranger" or "You come here often?"

Always dressed in that little faded pink dress.

Your conversation started to take up more of your shift as time went on.

Evolving from cordial to friendly and occasionally flirty.

"Bunny, what does your boyfriend think of you working all the time?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, John"

"Then what do you do all day when you're not here?"

"Waiting for you to ask me on a date"

Then you both laugh but John knows his time will come and he's a patient man.

He was always a generous tipper, even before the flirting

He loved to watch you run around the place, espically when it was busy.

You handled yourself well under pressure. Never letting a difficult customer get under your skin.

He love to way you look after a long shift with your hair slightly tousled with a pen or two stuck somewhere in your hair or behind your ear.

He'll stack his empty plates up nicely to make it easier for you to pick up.

Pushing them to the edge of the table signaling to you he was finished up.

He made sure they were steady too, especially so after one unlucky afternoon that had you sweeping up the shards of glass under his table with an embarassed blush warming your cheeks.

But seeing you on your knees sweeping up your mess made unpure thoughts flood his mind.

He began thinking about what you wear outside of work.

What you wear when you go out.

What you look like when you don't wear anything at all.

Then one rainy afternoon, John blows in to find his usual booth vacant and waits patiently for your typical sweet greeting.

Instead you rush over and drop his coffee on the table with a thud causing tiny brown droplets to splatter over the thick rim of the diner mug.

"What's crawled up your skirt, little rabbit?" John chuckles.

You frown down at him, pulling your notebook and a pen from your apron pocket. "I'm not in the mood today. What do you want to eat?"

"I know I was a little late but, the it's pouring outside. Don't be upset with me, bunny" He says, refusing to drop his joking tone.

"John" You snip.

He likes the way you say his name when you're angry.

"What's wrong?" He looks up at you with sincerity and you finally drop your arms and sigh.

"It's been a hard day. My boss is just being a total tool. The other waitresses are shit and no one is tipping well. Don't say anything but, I think I'm gonna put in my two weeks" You're words tumble from you in a rush.

"You're going to quit?"

"I can't keep working like this. I hardly make enough for rent and I still have no time to myself," You take a breath and shake your head. "Sorry, I shouldn't talk about money stuff with you. You're just here for dinner."

"Let me help you,"

"No, I don't need help. I'm fine, just a little overworked. I shouldn't have brought it up. Forget it."

"Let me take care of you"

You laugh but he does not.

"Come live with me, you'll never have to work again."

"Okay stop now, this isn't funny."

"Do you see me laughing?"

"You don't even know my real name"

"Aren't you tired? You're far too pretty to be so stressed. This job will always be here if you change your mind. I don't think you will though."

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A/N: This turned out longer than anticipated but hope you enjoy. I just want a Price to sweep me off my feet and make me a house wife :'-)

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You can run with this idea however you’d like I just needed to get this thought out there and share it… Yknow how Vash’s earring connects to his pen and he can hear through it. What if he hears more than he bargained for with the reader.

thank you so much for this omg i had so many thoughts for the rest of the day when i read this. anyway, enjoy!

tw: nsfw 18+ MDNI, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

Do You Copy?

Vash sits quietly at the inn desk, the dingy metal lamp on the corner the only thing providing him warm light as his nimble, quick fingers quickly clean his gun. He sits with his leg crossed over on his other knee, his eyes flitting between you and the silver piece in his hands. You’ve been pacing around the room, gesticulating and voicing your dismay to the plan he had just told you. About five minutes ago. 

Vash finally swipes his gun clean with a piece of cloth, popping the barrel out to load his gun with bullets he may or may not even use in the first place. You stop your verbal train of thought, tapping your foot until he looks back up at you. “May I say something?” he inquiries gently. You huff, tilting your head, waiting for whatever response that you will undoubtedly disagree with. 

“I will be in and out before you can even say my full name.” That forces a laugh out of you. Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Say that five times.

“Ok, I see that you have made your decision, but because that decision is incredibly dumb, I am choosing to ignore it.” you cross your arms, turning your nose up at him and hoping that will change his mind. Not a chance, of course. Vash will always place your safety above his own. 

He slowly approaches you, uncrossing your arms and holding your hands in each of his own, warm and cold to the touch. “I promise you I will be back in time to share those donuts with you in the morning. I’ll even bring the paper so we can read those silly comics you like.” Your heart warms. He really remembers all the little details about you. “I will be safe, just for you.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to protest the oncoming smile. “Fine. You better keep this promise Vash the Stampede. Pinky promise me?” Your smile slips through at his teasing groan. 

His pinky intertwines with yours. “I promise. But you know I hate when you call me by my full name!” 

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You sit cross-legged on the dusty bed, worrying your lip between your teeth. It’s bloody at this point. The clock in the corner of the room reads close to 1am. He’s been gone for four hours. Too long in your book. 

You begin to feel the anxiety eat away at your nerves, fraying the ends. Throwing yourself back on the bed, you growl into your hands. You need a distraction. A sudden thought strikes you. A rather…unpure one. 

It’s been a while since the last time you were able to touch yourself. Traveling with Vash, the man who has your heart constantly in his hands, although oblivious to that fact, prevents you from relieving any sexual tension you feel. Especially when everything he does gets you hot beneath the collar. His figure not quite so hidden beneath his coat, his thighs that jut out when you two are running from imminent danger, the natural smell of him when you two cozy up on cold desert nights, the quickness in how he handled his gun earlier…

With enough fantasies now running through your mind, you shuck off the clothes that are now beginning to warm you up too quickly, sneaking a hand downward. You imagine how those gloved hands would touch you, guide you, slowing you down when you would hasten your movements as you near your climax, Vash’s face near your ear whispering sweet nothings. You begin to move your hand, rubbing yourself slowly, wanting to enjoy your alone time.

That’s right angel, just like that. Always so perfect for me. You keen as your imagination takes the fantasy in full swing now. As your fingers increase the pressure right up against your most sensitive spots, you swear the warmth of your hand turns into a metallic cold, your slick making the glide much easier as your pace picks up. You remember it is late, and that the other patrons in the hotel must be fast asleep. Searching for something to bite into to muffle your noises, you spot the pen Vash lent you. You clamp your teeth around the metal shaft, your fingers picking their pace back up as you have a fleeting thought that the pen trapped between your lips is instead one of Vash’s prosthetic fingers, prodding your mouth open so he can hear you.

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The hallways are shrouded in darkness, two guards standing off to the side of a solo door down at the hall. Vash peers from around the corner, mapping his route. He feels bad for leaving you alone for so long on such a beautiful night. The outlaw he thwarted earlier in the week had more help than he imagined. Plus a network of tunnels connected to his hideout. 

He takes a silent, deep inhale, steel-toed boot shifting slightly, ready to round the corner until a breathy sound makes its way into his ear. 

“Vash-!” he stills, not quite believing what he’s hearing. No one else is behind him. He made sure to knock them out until morning. No, this voice was familiar. One he held close to his heart, away from the world, if only slightly muffled. Panting moans filter into his ear, interrupted by whimpers. His blood roars in his ears. Are you hurt? Did someone close to the outlaw find you?

“Yes, please right there my angel~”

All his worries are extinguished once he hears the nickname you give him. His blood now rushes down south, wetness pooling in his boxers. He fidgets, peaking back around the corner to ensure the guards weren’t alerted to the predicament he was now in. He really couldn’t go on like this, not when he’s finally hearing how you sound when you’re in the throes of pleasure. 

He spots a doorway behind him with no light coming through the bottom. He steps up to the wood, ear to the door to ensure no one is truly inside, anxious to step inside to pleasure himself along with you as your moans begin to hitch. He slips in, back to the door now, lock in place as his hand twitches at his belt. He should be a gentleman, take off his earring, and respect your privacy. He feels dirty, perverted. You two are just friends. He has told this lie to himself several times a day, not believing someone as smart and loving as you to fall in love with the catastrophe that is his entire being. As if hearing his inner monologue from miles away, your praises spew into his ear.

“Oh, Vash, you’re too good for me. So handsome, so pretty, all for me-”

He teeths off his right glove, shooting his warm hand into his pants. God, he hopes you can forgive him once he has to confess this moment to you, but he cannot deny himself any longer. Not when you’re talking to him as if he’s there with you, delivering you the pleasure you deserve for being so good for him. He bites his lip to stifle his withering whimpers.

“Hah- god keep going I’m almost there please please please,” you hiccup. Have you had these fantasies running through your mind when you two cuddle in the cold nights? During your long walks under the scorching desert suns? He didn’t take you to have such a filthy mind, especially one that constantly had him as a recurring actor in your fantasies. He grips himself harder at the thought, teeth digging harshly into his bottom lip.

Your hitched whimpers turn suddenly into sharper cries, then a satisfied moan of his name. That sound is the death of him. He turns sharply to bite at his coat collar, hoping it can quiet him as his release hits him, cum shooting inside his boxers, a sticky mess he now has to deal with for the rest of his mission. His eyes open up, hazy and glossed over as he slides down the door, catching his breath.

You had calmed your breathing and thundering heart rate just a few moments prior, now frozen in your place on the bed. Did you hear…whimpering…coming from the pen in your mouth? You spit the writing tool out of your mouth, now wet with your saliva. You recall the conversation you had with Vash earlier that day.

“Have you always had one pen on you? Why does this one look so elegant too? It’s the nicest pen I’ve ever seen.” He hums, chuckling as your fingers smooth over the metal, wishing you could touch his arm like that- he’s getting sidetracked.

“Lost tech, actually. Wanna see a neat trick? Press the button on the side.” Once you press your finger against the button, he greets you from across the room, only for the pen in your hand to echo him. “My earring is connected to it. For easy communication when we aren’t near each other. Consider it a gift!”

Your hand flies to your mouth. So he definitely just heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, but the pleasure that now simmers in your veins begs for you to take action–to say to hell with it. If he seemingly rubbed one out to you pleasuring yourself, he has to like you in some way. You take a deep inhale, pressing the button again. 

“You done there? You better hurry on back. I’m sure you could tell how…desperate I am to have you back now.” A loud yelp rings back, distant shouting ensuing right after.

“Um- I. Well got to go! See you soon!” comes Vash’s rushed reply before shots ring out.

You smirk to yourself. What a conversation this will be when he’s back. 

A/N: >:) :D >:) me when i get silly in the middle of smut. spot the lil marvel reference? anyway that hoop earring is *versatile* it will now be used for several things in future missions. thanks for reading!

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[angelitadiaz]

Part 1

"How could this not concern me, Princess Y/N? You are engaged to Duke Hastings unless you're committing adultery. In that case, Mr Bridgerton, please tell me now if she is unpure." Your mouth was left agape at the accusation.

"Lord Berbrooke, how dare you even think of the idea! I should have you taken to the dungeon for your bad conduct." The Featheringtons and Bridgertons had their mouth agape at your response.

"Princess Y/N, please, I apologize. But as a man of the ton, I am concerned that my future bride is unpure before our wedding." You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes at him. "Berbrooke, my mother shall hear of this." You said as you got into the carriage.

Nigel was left there with sweat rolling down his forehead. He looked at the carriage, and then he caught the attention of Benedict. Benedict looked over at him and had his hand rolled into a tight fist. Berbrooke fleeted at the thought of a fight waiting to happen.

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You were once again announced in Lady Dauburys' ball. You found that Simon was waiting for you below the stairs and offered you his first dance. As you both got in position, Simon couldn't hold back his questions. "Y/N, you know you are like a sister to me, yes?"

"Of course, and you a brother to me."

"How can I know that Daphne is the one I truly want to be with the rest of my life? And you know my situation with children. I know for a fact that she wants a family of her own, and I can't risk taking her chance away." Before you could answer, you noticed his eyes were some place else. Following his stare, you found Daphne at the center of his attention. You smiled and patted his chest, signifying to come back to the conversation.

"I think that rather than talking to me, you should go over to her and ask her for a dance. Only you know how you truly feel about her, and I trust that you'll take care of her, too." Simon looked at you deep in thought before turning back to Daphne.

"Thank you, dear sister. I shall go do that now." You smiled as you watched him scurry towards Daphne. As you made your way towards the gardens, you noticed someone following you. You made your way towards the hedges before you felt someone grab your wrist harshly.

Turning around, you saw Nigel and his disgustingly twisted face. He dragged you back inside, gaining the attention of the ton and a certain Bridgerton. He didn't let go until you were in front of your mother, where he got on one knee.

"Crowned Princess Y/N, will you do me the honors of being my wife and the mother of my children?" You looked at Berbrooke, then looked at your mother, who was obviously shocked. She held one hand against her chest while the other was clutching Violet Bridgertons arm.

Forgetting about Nigel, you wondered why Ms Bridgerton was with your mother. Berbrooke grabbed your hand exceedingly harshly and pulled you close to him. Before you could answer, you heard another voice.

"I am sorry, Berbrooke, but I must object. I want Princess Y/N to be my wife and the mother of my children." Hearing Benedict say that vow with such passion made your heart skip. His tone was quiet, yet gave off a gentleness only you would ever get to experience. Looking at his features made you fall in love with him all over again.

Hearing Nigel shuffle up made you look away from Benedict, missing his stare almost immediately. Berbrooke was on his knees once again, begging your mother for your hand. She would not spare a glance at Nigel. She only looked between you and Benedict.

You looked at Benedict one more time, noticing his love stare before you went to your mother. "Queen Charlotte, mother, may we please leave? I am feeling quite tired and wish to get away from these embarrassing proposals." Queen Charlotte looked at you, only nodding and led you back to your carriage. Once again, you heard Benedict Bridgerton calling you more urgently.

Your mother turned towards you and smiled out of acknowledgment. She understood to wait for you and be of support to you.

"Y/N, I meant what I said about wanting to marry you. Why won't you accept my proposal?"

"Because Benedict, it was you who said you couldn't reciprocate my feelings knowing I had fallen in love with you. And don't think I don't know about your arrangements with Madam Delacroix. Benedict, I will be honest. I still love you, but I won't allow myself to love you. That is why I can't marry you." You turned your back against Benedict holding tears in your eyes.

"And if I promise that I won't stop asking until you are mine? Because Y/N, I will do everything in my power so I can have a life with you. Royal or not, I wish to be by your side every time you wake up and when you sleep. I will love you forever, and I shall be the man who gives you your first child. I will not allow Nigel Berbrooke to have all of that with you."

"What if I'm betrothed? Then what Bridgerton?"

"I will die trying because you are the woman that I fell in love with."

Holding back tears, you almost ran into the carriage. Once you couldn't see the ball, you grabbed onto your mother and started shedding your tears. Your mother could only hug you and gently caress your hair.

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The next day, you went over with your sisters who were reading Lady Whistledon. Too tired, you sat with them and grabbed a paper yourself. Noticing their stares, you looked at each of them when they told you that George wished to speak with you. You made your way into George's office, where you saw Anthony Bridgerton and Benedict Bridgerton.

"Good day, Bridgertons." You said as you bowed your head toward them, turning your attention back to George. "Georgie, my sisters are telling me that you called? What seems to be the problem?" Your brother flushed at his nickname being used in front of others.

"Nothing, dear sister, it's just that Benedict Bridgerton has come to ask for your hand in marriage." You looked between George and Benedict sharply before replying. "Surely you said no, there are a lot of suitors that I'm sure Mama would like." George shook his head," You are to be courted by Benedict Bridgerton. That is all you may leave." You looked shocked, " but Georgie." George showed you out the door before you could say anything.

Contemplating the situation you went to the gardens were you saw Simon. You quickly ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "What has you so clingy today?" He offered his arm to you, and once you wrapped it, he began leading you to a small walk. " I am to be courted by Benedict Bridgerton." Simon let out a little chuckle before looking forward again.

"And you don't want to marry Benedict? Is that the case?" You reached the garden of flowers where you got some flowers for your mother. "You know his situation with Madam Delacroix. I can't be wedded to a man who has no moral value." Simon shook his head at you before he looked towards the carriages, where he noticed Benedict making his way towards you.

"Well, I think dear sister that you're beloved is making his way here." You quickly turned your head to look when you caught the eyes of Benedict. He smiled gently towards you, smiling triumphantly.

"Duke Hastings, would you allow me to talk to Princess Y/N for a moment?" Simon glanced over to you before he answered, "Benedict, you see that bench over there? I will be there to make sure that my dear sister is okay. Do anything to her, and your courtship is over." Simon walked over to the bench a few feet away and sat with his arms crossed.

"What do you wish to tell me, Benedict?" He looked at you so enamored. "Would it be bad if I said you?"

"Yes, it would be."

"I wanted to ask for your hand, but your brother wanted me to court you before anything. Y/N, please understand that I truly do want to build a life together. I can not see myself with any other lady who is not you." You cut into his speech before he could answer.

"What about Madam Delacroix? Isn't she your lover?"

"Y/N, yes, she was my lover, but there was barely love in that moment. What you and I can have is a union between souls. Didn't you say you wanted a husband who has passion in his life? Who will love his wife before anyone in this world?"

You stayed quiet, looking towards the flowers before you heard your name from the other side of the garden. There stood Nigel Berbrooke with flowers and his mother. They walked over to you where the mother grabbed you and stated,"Lord Bridgerton, keep your hands from my future daughter in law. Princess Y/N, I am so happy that you accepted my Nigel's proposal."

"I accepted what?" You felt Simon grab your shoulder and put you behind him. "I think you are confused, Lady Berbrooke, but Y/N is to be courted by Benedict Bridgerton."

End of Part 2

Part 3

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@inutheangel

[kurosstuff]

Hey~

If you're writing for Sera..maybe could you write where she has to watch as Reader gets their wings ripped off and is casted down to hell?

<3

Oh of course lovely~

Also never wrote for her so I'm sorry if she's occ- SO ITLL BE SHORT♡♡

Warning(s) pure angst, kinda with like the Bible? A bit(cause of lucifer) but- not detailed

Heaven is a peaceful place.

No trouble. No sadness. Nothing of the sort. No negative things

No regrets.

So why does Sera feel this deep regret? This sickening feeling as she awaits the trial to begin. Must it be because of her own miss calculation? Frowning she watched as you were forced into the room. Forced on your knees bound in that gold chains as you stand trial for your traitorous behavior.

Which she deemed was also her fault. Letting you entertain such horrid thoughts. Of how the council was wrong. How heaven was cruel. Sera stood eyes once filled with love and warmth, now cold staring you down.

"You stand trial for questioning the lord above himself. How you questioned his authority. Blamed him for all the sinning below. " her throat felt dry from how cold she spoke to you. Her lover. Her mate, "Do you admit to these claims of being a traitorous angel?"

"Yes. I accept to all of it, " your voice rang out. Without hesitation. Without a drop of regret.. guilt. Sera frowned deeply, her emotions gone too much, the eyes on her wings popped out showing her true emotion.

The sadness in the eyes. How every pair watched you. Watched all your reactions, all eyes not cold. But filled with her true feelings. Her warmth for you. Her love for you. A hand touched her arm. Looking she saw Emily, who smiled sadly at her. Taking a deep breath, her wings folded once more. Eyes fully closed

She ignored the trial. Hearing the pleading. She ignored it all. The only thing she did was watch you. She knew the outcome. She knew what would happen. Closing her eyes, she sighed. This has all been done before. The same EXACT thing. The same thing your being accused of.

Of what you admitted to.

The first fallen angel. The King of hell. The one she herself failed to protect from the unpurity of the firsts. The unpurity of the growing world. Sera was more then aware mortals couldn't be without sin. Not with how a certain someone played a trick. A test of sorts with-

She sighed she won't focus on the past. How she failed. In the SAME exact way. Looking at you as you screamed, glaring, begging to be heard, she frowned deeply. Only one punishment would seem fit for this crime.

She didn't want to watch. But she must.

After all? How could she look away from her final sight of her mate? Taking a deep breath, she spoke for the first time ever. Interrupting you

"Only one punishment seems fit for the crime. You will be stripped of your title as a pure angel. You will be fallen"

Not even a second later, an executioner - was it Lute the rude inhumanely cruel angel? She wasn't sure not with those God forsaken masks. Watching her push you to the ground, the chains holding you in place as she struck. Slicing your wings off in a cruel fast motion. Yet so slow to Sera. A deep frown never left her face, never left as you begged for her to forgive you. Watching as the ground opened up swallowing you whole.

Welcoming you to your new home.

Closing her eyes, her hands clasped over one another, praying your fall was a peaceful one. That you'd forgive her. She new the council would over look this. After all.

Like Swans-? Angels mate for life. No matter what occurs to their mate. Even if they fell. That as cruel as it was. Sera couldn't help but be thankful for in.. a odd way she couldn't pinpoint. Turning, she left the courtroom noting Emily? Didn't follow- humming she must be grabbing your halo.

Silently, she walked. Where to? She wasn't sure - just going wherever her feet took her. Just whatever her feet took her. Blinking, she stopped.. was it raining? Her cheeks wet from something. Moving to touch her face, her lips quivered in sorrow. In her loss. Closing her eyes in a deep sigh.

Heaven doesn't rain

[evanpfics]

Could you do a smut for kit walker in the asylum where we're a staff member reader in a secret relationship with kit who is assigned to punish him for something he was caught doing, and kit is left strapped to a bed in apprehension waiting for the punishment, but then he feels extremely relieved when it's the reader who walks in for it, and then they end up making out instead?

Thank you

Secret Sesh - Kit Walker (smut)

Summary: A issue happens leaving kit all alone strapped to the bed with you. You decide to let your unpure thoughts take over the situation and take the opportunity to mess with Kit.

w a r n i n g s : Oral ( Kit Receiving), Bondage if you squint, Overstimulation, cussing, mentions of harm/torture, handjobs, secret sex ( mainly just Kit receiving pleasure )

You watch as Sister Jude torments Kit in so many ways it’s almost unbearable to watch.

“Tell the truth kit, let your sins be known and your soul will be purified. This is your last chance.” She says as she signals staff to go get some more “tools” for her to use.

“Sister.. please. I swear I didn’t kill nobody..” He said struggling to keep his breath in a steady rhythm.

Sister Jude sighs as ne shakes her head seeming disappointment.

Kit looks at you as if he was asking you for help and you knew you couldn’t interfere otherwise that would probably be you next.

You can hear the door creek open, you expected it to be the staff coming in with more materials to “help” kit, it was Sister Mary Eunice.

“There has been an incident across the ward Sister Jude, they are calling every staff member to go help solve the issue.” She says sounding oddly calm.

Sister Jude sighs deeply.

“I suppose I can leave this murderer for you to ‘deal’ with then Sister Y/N.” She clicks.

“But shouldn’t I go hel-“

“No. We can’t leave him to believe there is hope to get away with such a disgusting act. Even if it’s for a minute.” She snaps.

You nod.

You watch Sister Jude and Sister Eunice leave, Eunice giving you a quick smirk before leaving. You were bit shocked but believed your mind just made it up.

You gulp as the door shuts behind them.

You can hear kit trying to wiggle his way out of the straps holding him down.

You and kit have been quite on and off. You knew having any feelings for each other was forbidden working here, but even someone such as yourself sometimes had unpure thoughts.

“Y/N.. you don’t have to do this. You know I didn’t do anything wrong.” He exclaimed trying to convince you.

You already knew you couldn’t hurt him, you cared about him too much to even think about it.

Having to watch it be done was worse.

You stayed silent and took time to think about ways to convince sister Jude you “punished” him.

You clicked your tongue. Making your way closer to him.

“You know I couldn’t do such a thing as hurt you.” You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb against it.

His face settling in your palm.

“But It was an order to teach you a lesson.” You exclaimed gently bitting your bottom lip.

His face stared up at you curious yet a bit worried by what you meant.

Your face moved to his crashing your lips into his. He let out a slight groan.

You’ve been waiting to touch him for so long, hardly had anytime alone near him.

He opened his mouth slightly from the groan allowing your tongue to travel inside his mouth. Your tongues moved along each others causing you to paint a faint smile on your face.

You broke the kiss allowing the both of you to catch your breath. You hand that was on his cheek slowly made its way down.. to his neck all the way down to his stomach.

Your drew slight circles over his stomach.. moving down to his waist.

You can see his mouth hang slightly open curiously eager to see your next move.

He was wearing the normal little white gown that he always wore. It was easy to make him exposed to you.

You lifted up the gown revealing his already half-hard member.

He bit his bottom lip slightly turning embarrassed from his vulnerable state.

You licked your lip before gently wrapping your hand around his shaft, slowly jerking it to get it fully erect.

He exhaled sharply from the pleasure, pleasure he hasn’t felt in awhile.

You slightly started to stroke his shaft quicker. You can hear the blocked groans from him shutting his mouth shut, feeling slight vibrations through-out his body.

Once you felt him become fully hard you started to stroke your thumb against his tip while still stroking his shaft.

You can feel him stiff up wiggling slightly as his head threw back into the pillow causing the bed he was on to move, making the wheels squeak.

“We can’t be loud kit, if they catch us they will punish both of us, for real this time.” You exclaimed shushing him slightly.

He let out another muffled groan with a light nod, biting his bottom lip.

You jerked him off a bit quicker rubbing circles with your thumb against the top of his tip.

You can see his chest caving in then back out his breathing pacing up.

Pre-cum leaked down his shaft making your movements more sloppy and swift. Only sending him more over the edge.

You can feel him start to squirm so you tightly grip the edge of the bed he laid on making sure the noise doesn’t alert anyone who could be near by.

You can feel his cock slightly twitch before you felt semen run down his cock followed by a loud grunt.

You smirked slightly. You moved your body so your mouth was near his drenched cock.

You licked up against his shaft before your tongue hit his now over-stimulated tip. He jolted his head up watching as you did so.

He bit his lip as his eyebrow twitched.

“W-what are you.. doing?” He stuttered still struggling to catch his breath from his last release.

“I was ordered to teach you a lesson, so that’s what I’m going to do.” You said before swirling your tongue around his leaking tip.

His hips wiggled against the bed as small groans escaped his mouth.

You slowly started to bob your head up and down his cock making sure your tongue was still shifting against the top of his tip. Tasting all of him.

You let out light moans as his cock reaches the back of your throat, making the pleasure he felt twice as good as his whole cock felt the vibration.

“Y/N.. fuck.” He moaned.

You continued to bob your head up and down his cock until you can feel him coming closer to his second finish.

You can feel his hips suddenly start to lightly thrust. Making him go deeper into your mouth making you moan more vibrations against his hardened member.

You can feel his cum seem out of his tip and into your mouth. His hips buckled into your mouth as his load finished releasing letting out a loud moan.

You swallowed his load before pulling yourself off, a line of a mixture of spit and cum connecting your lips to his tip before disappearing.

His cock finally softened leaving his tip slightly red from the overstimulation.

His breathing was jagged leaving him drenched in sweat.

You giggled a bit.

You heard footsteps approaching so you gasped before quickly covering him up.

The door creaked opened once again.

“I see you dealt with the patient, hm? Guessing based off the sounds being heard all the way from down the hall.”

It was Sister Eunice once again. A faint smile appearing on her face.

You always suspected that she knew about the things going on between you and kit, but she never said anything about it to anyone else so you never spoke about it to her.

“I um.. yes! Yeah! Just hope his soul will be forgiven by our Lord for all of the pitiful sins this monster has committed.” You quickly said not knowing if you really even sounded convincing.

She stared into your eyes letting out a low “mhm” hum leaving the room in silence soon after. You stared back not sure what she was even doing leaving you both in a stare off.. becoming more uncomfortable and awkward by the second.

“You are needed afterall with the issue, so I’ve came to get you.” She said finally breaking the silence.

“What about ki- the patient?” You asked.

She stared at kit examining his current condition. Seeing his breathing still jagged and his eyes shut from exhaustion then stared back at you.

“You already dealt with him, yes? If so, he wouldn’t have the energy to make it far or attempt anything. He is still strapped down so I doubt he could do much either way.” She insisted. Slowly making her way back out the room.

You nodded before following her soon after taking a quick glance at kit before walking out. A smile appeared on your face adoring his features before shutting the door.

Thank you for reading !! Added a little more then asked for.. couldn’t help myself. Oopsies.

( any support is appreciated )

[talia-rumlow]

Fight For Me (Alvey Kulina/Original Female Character) Chapter One

WORDCOUNT: 5525

TRIGGERS: Mentions of drug abuse, strong language, some mentions of sex.

CHAPTER ONE - BACK AGAIN!

Venice Beach, California. Where the land meets the ocean and there's mile after mile of open beaches, life-guard towers, side walk coffee shops, luxury boutiques, unconvetional street artists and colorful wallpaintings. Venice Boardwalk was a haven for tourists, and therefore almost always packed with people.

For those who live here full time, this was a regular day to day lifestyle. And something they got used to over time. Learning when to not visit certain places, due to the crowds that gathered there. Learning how to deal with the crazy tourists, and the not so crazy ones. Life for the locals in Venice was a regular day to day life, no different from your life or my life. For them, Venice was the most beautiful place on God's green earth, and a lifestyle in itself.

For Alyssa Stavos, Venice Beach was a new beginning. Or well, more like a walk of shame, back to a life she left behind several years ago. A life she left without looking back, and without giving notice. She just left, dissapeared overnight. And back then, she thought that was the best descition she ever made. But that was back then, way back then.

Life hadn't exactly been like Alyssa had planned, and wether she wanted to or not, she was back in Venice. Back to the fighting scene, back to stitchin' fighters up, back to deal with addiction, anger, remorse, head injuries and weighins. Back in a world of masculinity, strong language, anger issues, family drama and most importaintly, back in Navy St. And back where Alvey was. He didn't know yet of course, but it was just a matter of time until that bliss also would fly out the window.

Alyssa sort of grew up in the MMA life. Her father Alexander Stavos used to be a famous MMA fighter, when he was still alive. And it was through him that Alyssa got intorduced to the world of fighting. It was the world of fighting that pushed her to study medicine, so she could be a part of the team around her dad when he was fighting. Due to her dad's merrits, she quickly made a name for herself in the business, which in turn led her to Alvey Kulina and his world. He was King Kulina back then. A world renown fighter, with several medals and trophies attached to his name. Back when they first met, Alvey was like a God to her. A renown fighter who wanted her on his team. And Alvey was a good fighter, he probably still was. But his carreer took a big hit, and that brought with it a whole avalance of messed up things, that all happened at once. Alyssa thought she pulled out before her name was too tainted with Alvey's mistakes. But as it turned out, the name King Kulina wasn't what it used to be. And getting a job, a real job, after being a part of the Kulina scene when it crumbled wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Alyssa discards her empty paper cup in a trashcan, before walking over to Muscle Beach. She needed a morning work out before she entered the Lion's den. Of course the job came with free workouts at Navy St. But she wasn't going there now. Not before Alvey gets to know she's back.

As she gets ready for her morning workout, she can't help but notice some guys looking at her from the other side of the street, talking to each other. By the look on their faces it's either unpure or unfriendly thoughts they have about her. Maybe both. It's not like she's not used to this. In her line of work, this kind of thing was sort of in the job description. But in some weird way, these particular guys felt threatening. She could probably kick their asses from here to the end of the universe. But even if she could fight, it wasn't like she wanted to, at least not all the time. And definetly not now. Maybe Navy St. is a better place to work out after all.

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Alvey leans back in the yellow couch in his office. Another fuckin' fork in the god damn road. Jay was still in denial about having a drug problem, and wasn't fit to fight at all. Maybe in some ways Jay was in physical shape to fight. But mentally he was lost in whatever drug cloud he was in these days. Nate was mentally 100% ready for a fight, but he had taken a beating a while back, and none of the 20 or so doctors they had spoken to wanted to clear him for the cage yet. And Ryan, well as much as he could fight, and he'd probably do fairly good too. There was something inside Alvey that held back. His relationship with Ryan wasn't exactly paved with honesty and good intentions, but the two men did their best to make it work. For the business they said. But still, Alvey really didn't want Ryan the Destroyer steal his thunder. He'd be much more comfortable if another Kulina, such as Jay or Nate could carry the torch after him. But given the current situation, that seemed impossible. He was so desperate that he had called Lisa, his ex, a couple of weeks ago and asked if she knew any medics that would maybe look away from Nate's condition, and let him fight regardless.

To call Lisa, after everything that had happen between them, was hard to do. But Alvey felt he was out of options. It was now 14 days ago, and he still hadn't heard a word. Maybe he should just let Ryan fight. Swallow his ego, and let Ryan have the spotlight on him. Wheeler The Destroyer? King Kulina? He definetly liked the sound of King better.

Fuck, he needs to get out of here. He thinks for himself, dragging his hand over his face before he gets up. Just sitting here, waiting for that phone call from Lisa is not a good use of his time. Stupid, fucking Lisa. Although he couldn't entirely blame everything on her, she sure played a big part in what happened. Fuck!

As he steps out from his office and into the gym he's met by the familiar smell of sweat, energy drinks and wet towels.

"Dad!" Someone yells. The voice is almost drowned by the sound of ropes hitting the floor, people sparring in the cage and other familiar sounds of people working out.

Alvey doesn't react to the voice. Making a mental note that they shound get better air conditioning in here, he contiues through the gym.

"Dad!" The voice yells again. Alvey picks up his pace. He's not in the mood for any questions right now. Not about doctors or fighting or Lisa or anything else. "Alvey!" The voice presists.

"WHAT?" Alvey hisses out as he stops and turns around.

Nate, his youngest son is on his way over to him. Alvey folds his arms over his chest. Perfect. He loves both his boys, both Nate and Jay. After their mom took off left them alone, he had raised them as best he could. Constantly being reminded that they needed a female role model in their lives. It was just that King Kulina wasn't good at holding on to anything other than boxing gloves and diets.

"Did Lisa call back? Did we get a medic?" Nate asks, there's a hope in his voice. And Alvey hates to let him down. These days he felt that's all he did. Let people down.

"No, Nate. No doctor. I'm still waiting for a phone call. If she's ever going to call back," he sighs in return. Then he turns and leaves. "Shooting range," he hollers over his shoulder to Shelby in the reception before he walks out the door.

"Does he know anything?" Jay asks his younger brother as he tosses a water bottle his way. Watching as his brother catches the bottle, and takes a sip.

"Nope, not a damn thing," he replies. Then they just stand there together, looking at the enterance to the gym. Like the salvation is about to come through there any second.

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Alyssa looks up at the big sign outside the gym. Navy St. Mixed Martial Arts, Venice, Ca. A mix of nervousness and exitement fills her body, and without realizing it, she clench her fists. Lowering her gaze to the enterance. Navy St. Enterance can be seen above the door. What is she even doing here? Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to this at all.

When Lisa had called her, about 14 days ago, she was shocked. Given the troubled relationship she had with Lisa, it was the last person she ever expected to get a phone call from. Although half of it were Alvey's fault, Lisa wasn't as innocent as she tended to portray herself to be. The whole thing was kinda ironic in a way. Her relationship with Alvey ended the same way it had started, with infidelity. If she could call it that at all. Neither she or Alvey had said that they were exclusive, and she already knew how he was, and what he tended to do. Alvey was never the best at keeping girls. Probably why he and Lisa also broke up, but Alyssa never asked Lisa why. Wasn't her business anyway. But she said yes to help out as a medic. Mostly for Nate, she had said. And that was true in a way. At least it wasn't a total lie. But she would never admit to Lisa that she missed Alvey. Missed how he made her feel free and strong. Because Alvey did take her under his wings, protected her, kept her safe, helped her. But when Alvey crumbled, everything else also crumbled around him, including her. And then, Alvey found solace in Lisa. And Alyssa... Well, she left. She left everything behind six years ago, without a word. Including 19 year old Nate and 21 year old Jay. Leaving Alvey was hard enough, but leaving Jay and Nate; that was almost unbearable. They already been left once, and then she left as well. Probably not the best choice she made, but she did talk to them already, and they seemed to be okay about her coming back. Alvey however; that would be a different story.

Walking into the gym's reception area, she's immidiatly greeted by Shelby.

"Ally, you look amazing girl," Shelby states, followed by a warm hug.

"You too, Shelby, you too." She replies, hugging the blonde back. "He's not here is he?" She continues. She knows she have to face him sooner or later, but she kinda hopes it'll be later.

"Who, Alvey?" The blonde replies as they break the hug. "He's at the shooting range. But Nate and Jay are here," she continues.

"Shooting range, huh?" Alyssa almost laughs. "Shocker," she continues in an almost condecending tone. Alvey and his guns. Typical, whenever Alvey had trouble he either went in the cage or to the shooting range. She silently thanks the universe that he chose the shooting today. She hasn't seen or heard from Alvey for six years, and she basically don't know him anymore. But if there's one thing she knows; it's that Alvey won't be as welcoming as Shelby.

"You think I should go see him, don't you?" Alyssa tries to not sound nervous, annoyed or anything like that. But, she's unsure if she actually managed to.

Shelby tilts her head, and sends Her an apologetic look. "He'll be pissed either way Ally, but it might be smart to give him an extra day to be pissed, before he shows up for work tomorrow," she informs with a shrug.

"Yeah..." Alyssa breathes out, biting her lower lip. "I get that things haven't exactly been running smooth lately," she continues, drumming her fingertips on the reception desk.

"Just show your face to him, Ally," Shelby begs with both the words and her face. "It'll make it easier," she continues with another shrug.

"For me or for you?" Ally replies, accompanied by a smile to show Shelby that the comment wasn't meant as bad as it sounded.

Shelby points to the roof, and makes a circle in the air. "For this place," she informs.

Alyssa lets out an exasperating sigh, then she tosses her hands up. "You are annoyingly right, you know that?" She tells Shelby, before she tosses her bag over her shoulder, and moves towards the exit.

"Always," she gets in response, followed by a "good luck," as she exits the reception.

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Alyssa takes a good long look at herself in the mirror. Her thick dark locks framing her face. The mascara and eyeliner she just applied makes the intricate pattern of green in between the brown in her eyes pop. She's usually not the biggest make up user. But in some weird way, she wanted to look good when she saw him. And when he sees her. Not that she should care at all. Her relationship with Alvey ended six years ago, and not exactly in a friendly way.

She takes a deep breath, close her eyes. Remembering how it was to be with Alvey. How his breath felt on her skin. How his lips and tongue felt, when he opened his mouth, before closing it around her most sensitive spots. How he entered her, filled her up, fucked her. How he growled in her ear as he came. There was no doubt that what she and Alvey had was hot and heavy, and not at all a secret. Everybody around them knew. And back then; that made Alyssa feel powerful. To get to be with the infamous King Kulina, that was every girls dream back then, and she got to live it. But it came with a price, a price and a hard fall. She feels shivers down her spine just by thinking about it. "Fuck you, Alvey," she says to her reflection before she leaves the bathroom, and walks out to the shooting range.

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A round of automatic rounds reaches Alyssa's ears, followed by a happy "aaaahhh", and laughter. She crosses her arms over her chest as she moves closer. God damnit, what should she say to him? Should she say anything at all? Maybe just showing her face will do the trick. He did call Lisa for help. Or did he? Lisa could have lied to her. She could have. Or she could've lied to him. God knows she did that already.

Alyssa looks down her attire. Skinny jeans, ankle boots and a black t-shirt. Her style hasn't changed much over the years. When she takes another look at Alvey's back, she can confirm that neither has his. Army pants and a dark sweatshirt. Definetly Alvey, maybe a bit older, but his pants still fits his behind perfectly, and his shoulders are still as broad as she remembers them. You're not having sex with Alvey again, she thinks to herself. You're not, she repeats. Shaking her head as to shake the thoughts out. Do not have sex with him, Alyssa. You know what's going to happen. You don't want that again. "You really don't," she whispers.

"Is is weird that I want to fuck this gun?" Alvey's voice. Still as firm, determined and rough as she remembers it. It does something to her, something that makes her repeat in her head that she's not going to have sex with him again. But, if she's completely honest with herself, she's not sure if it's to convince herself that she shouldn't do it, or if she actually won't do it.

"Nah, it won't fit," she can hear her voice saying it, but her mind isn't totally there. Perfect Alyssa. She thinks. That was the absolute best way to get his attention, make fun of his dick. Like that will help at all. "Up your ass maybe, but I kinda have a feeling that's not what you meant," she continues, while her brain screams 'stop talking, Alyssa. For God's sake, just stop!'

Alvey turns around, slowly. Then he stops and just looks at her. Oh for fuck's sake. He thinks for himself. Fuckin' Alyssa Stavos. Just as stunning as she alwas was. What the fuck is she doing here. "The fuck are you doing here?" He hisses.

She shrugs in return, raising her eyebrows. "Just saying hi," she replies.

Alvey huffs. "You came all the way out here, just to say fuckin' hi?" He spits out. Did he like her still? Alyssa was undoubtably the only woman he ever met who could deal with him, who dared to fight him, discuss with him, be mad at him. Did Lisa call her? No, Lisa wouldn't have called Alyssa, after everything that had happened between them, she would not have called her. Do not start, Alvey. You don't have feelings. At least not for her.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Alvey!" Alyssa spits out, before she turns and leaves. He'll figure everything out tomorrow anyway. And he deserves that punch in the face. Fuck him, fuck this. She should've never agreed to this, ever. But it was too late to turn back now. Way too late.

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Alyssa looks at herself in the mirror as she applies her mascara. Her red toothbrush held in place between her teeth. Today is the day. Her first day back in Navy St. She had already signed the contract, so Alvey couldn't fire her. He would try, but it couldn't be done. She felt safe in that department. Previous sexual relations wasn't the best reason for fiering people. Alvey knew that too, but he'd be mad. She tried to tell herself that she wouldn't care about that. But deep down, she really did wish he would be okay with her coming back. Not because of the sex or anything, even if it was the best she'd ever had. No, she wanted them to be friends for once. And handle arguments with something other than dirty fucking. It had been six years, she'd grown. Maybe Alvey had too. One could only hope.

Alvey puts his thoothbrush back and spits in the sink, then he looks at his teeth in the mirror. What the fuck was Alyssa doing in Venice? She wouldn't come and just say hi if it wasn't something special. At least he didn't think so. Given what had happened between them, he didn't even understand why she came to say hi. Sure, he wasn't the easiest person to be around back then, and he did tecnically cheat on her with Lisa. If you could call it cheating. What he once had with Alyssa wasn't a real relationship. They didn't even live together, not like he did with Lisa. For the past six years he thought Alyssa hated him. So why was she here now? Lisa couldn't possibly have called her for help. Alyssa and Lisa hated each other. Even before he had started things with Lisa, the two of them hadn't had the best relationship. Lisa would never had called Alyssa. And if she had, it would be more to get back at him than to help him. Fuck!

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"Morning, Shelby," Alyssa greets the blonde as she enters the gym. "I'll wait for Alvey in his office," she adds as she keeps walking towards the office with fast firm footsteps.

"You'll need-," Shelby hollers, but stops mid sentence when Alyssa lifts up a keychain. "I see Lisa fixed it all," Shelby states for herself, as she goes back to folding up t-shirts.

Alyssa takes a deep breath as she locks the door behind her. She's not completely sure why she locked the door behind her. Maybe it felt safer, or maybe it was to piss Alvey off. Either way, that was the choice she took. She's here now, no matter what he thinks. But she still has no fucking clue what to say to him.

Four steps from the door over to Alvey's desk. She takes another deep breath as she pulls some papers out from her bag, and places them on the desk. Then she walks over to the couch, and sinks down in it. "You're welcome, Lisa," she mutters for herself, as she once again contemplates why she decided to say yes to this. For Nate and Jay? For Alvey? For Lisa? For herself?

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"Fuck," Alvey mutters as he unlocks the door to his office. He slept like shit, this morning was shit, Jay is probably shitfaced somewhere, everything is shit. He can't wait to close his office door behind him and get some peace, at least until Wheeler shows up. He still has a few pounds to go, and Alvey had a diet and an exercise-plan set up for him.

"Hi," he hears, as he locks the door behind him. The voice is familiar, too familiar. Fuck. Can't she just leave him the fuck alone? The shooting range was one thing, that place was open to the public. But this was his gym, his office. How the hell did she even get in?

"What the motherfucking fuck are you doing here, Alyssa?" He spits the words out. Fucking Alyssa. She should know better than to show up here.

"I work here," she casually replies. Shrugging at his firm steely stare. She does work here, and she wasn't going to let Alvey mess that up. Well, he couldn't mess it up, but he didn't know that yet. And she knew it would all blow up once he sat down and actually read over the papers she left on his desk. The arrangement Lisa had set up for her was rock solid. No force within Navy St. could kick her out. Both Jay and Nate knew already, and they were both onboard with it. They even helped find the loophole they jumped through for the contract to be valid.

"The hell you are," He huffs. "This is my gym, and I decide who works here or not," he continues, still looking at her with that steely stare.

Alyssa shrugs at him, he can say what he needs to say right now. In a couple of minutes he'll know he lost anyway. "Well, Alvey," she raises her eyebrows. "I'm going to work, you can do whatever the fuck you want about that," she continues as she opens the door and continues out into the gym.

"What the fuck do you mean 'going to work'?" Alvey follows her, and slams the door to his office shut. "Didn't you hear what I said? You. Don't. Work. Here," he continues.

Alyssa takes a deep breath, forcing herself not to tell him everything. She turns around and takes another deep breath, before she walks over to him. "Listen, jerkoff. I-," she's cut off by the snap of a chain, a startled half scream followed by a loud bang.

Both Alvey and Alyssa whirles around, along with every single other person in the gym. Alvey places his hands on his hips, looks up at the chain which used to hold the 110 pounds punching bag, now snapped in the middle, and the bag on the floor.

"Fuck, Wheeler. You trying to wreck my gym?" Alvey sounds a bit angry. But Alyssa knows that he's more annoyed. She follows him, as he walks over to the bag on the floor.

"Looks like a worn chain," she states, holding up the chain for Alvey to see.

"Still here I see," he replies. This'll just be one of those days. Fuck this.

"Like I told you. I work here," she calmly brush off his statement. The she looks up at the guy who was punching the bag off the chains.

She recognize him right away. Semi blonde hair, strong facial features, a strong yet lean body, and 'DESTROYER' tattooed across his chest. Ryan Wheeler. He hadn't changed much over the past six years. "Ryan?" Her voice carried a bit of surprise.

"Hi, Ally," Ryan smiles. "I'd shake your hand, but I think I should keep my hand here," he continues, gesturing with his eye to his hand, firmly placed above his left eye. "The chain hit me," he adds.

"Allright, come over here. I'll look at it," she replies. "Just look up, and I'll guide you over to the wall there," she continues, taking Ryans hand, and helping him over to the bench.

Alvey grabs her wrist. "What are you doing?" He asks, still annoyed.

She yanks her arm back. "My job!" She replies, continuing to walk towards the bench.

"You don't have a fucking job," Alvey continues. But she's not giving him any reaction.

After she sits Ryan down, she takes off her jacket tossing it to the side. "Let me see," she instructs.

Ryan removes his hand. Trying not to look at Alvey, who's still hovering over them. Ryan can't see if he's jealous or angry because Alyssa is back. But given the history the two have, it could be both. "Is it bad? Can I still fight?" Ryan asks. Fighting is all he is, and if he has to bench this next fight, it'll be even harder to get Alvey to set him up for one of the big fights.

"It's nothing, Ryan. Nothing. Doesn't even need stiches. It'll bruise though," she informs him, as she picks up what she needs from her medical bag. "But given what you do, I guess you're used to that," she continues, as she starts to clean the cut over his eye.

Ryan looks down, trying not to look at her clevage. That's almost an impossible task. Alyssa was always a beautiful woman. Both inside and outside. Why Alvey did what he did, Ryan'll never understand. But, then again. Alvey was a complexed guy. And his mistakes could make it easier for Ryan to make a move. If he dared to.

Alvey's still hovering over Ryan and Alyssa. That Ryan checks out her clevage is no surprise, but that she is so fucking stupid that she still doesn't understand that he can't have her working for him again, that's a surprise. "Take a long hard look, Wheeler. She won't be here tomorrow," he informs them both.

He gets no reaction from Alyssa, and Ryan sits absolutely still, so Alyssa can do her job. "What are you going to do, Alvey? Fire me?" She suddenly asks, not looking at him at all.

Her casual response to all of this make Alvey's blood boil. Who the fuck does she think she is? "I don't have to fucking fire you. I didn't hire you. You can't just walk in here and expect to have a job," he want's to yell at her. She has no fucking business coming here and fuck up his life, his consentration. Fuck.

"You should read over the papers I left on your desk. You can't fire me," she shrugs back. She takes a quick glance up at Nate who's standing on the other side of her. He already knows, and in some weird way, she wants his approval once more. Alvey hates the fact that she's back, and she can live with that. But if Nate or Jay or both of them doesn't approve, it'll make her staying so much harder. She signed that contract, so she can't back out either. Hopefully Alvey will come around.

"What papers?" His voice over her head again. It pisses her off. If she wasn't closing up Ryan's wound, she's pretty sure she would have put her fist into the wall right about now.

"The papers, Alvey! On your desk. Take a fucking look, and stop being a baby," her voice might be a bit harder than she intended it to be. But this man seriously pisses her off, in every possible way.

As Alvey slams the door to his office shut, Ryan finally looks up at Alyssa. "What does it say in the papers?" He asks, curious, but he knows he'll probably find out any second.

Alyssa sends him a half smile. "You'll see in a bit," she replies, patting him on the knee. "How many pounds you got left?" She continues, trying to get attention away from Alvey, in his office, reading over the papers. It's about to explode any second now. She knows that.

"Fo-," Ryan starts, but a bang in the wall from Alvey's office cuts him off.

"Fucking bitch!" Alvey yells.

Alyssa smiles again. Here we go, she thinks. "I'm just gonna go back there. No need to take this fight out in the open," she gestures with her hand to the back of the gym, where the showers, the sauna, the kitchen and Alvey's private exercise area is.

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Ryan points in the direction Alyssa went when Alvey comes out of his office. No words are exchanged, but Ryan knows that it'll be loud in just a few seconds. He knows he still has four pounds to go, but right now, he wished he had popcorn. As Alvey's angry footsteps echoes around the gym, Ryan gets up and slowly follows him in a safe distance. He can't help it. But he wants to know what this is about. What Lisa and Alyssa did, that made Alvey totally lose it like this.

"Alyssa!" Alvey's voice echoes through the oversized gym. "Alyssa, don't fuckin' hide from me. We need to talk," he continues as he rips open the door to the changing rooms, before slamming it behind him.

Alyssa leans her back against the wall. "Hey, Alvey," she smiles "What's up?" She continues placing her left foot up against the wall.

"What the fuck is this?" Alvey yells, lifting the papers up in front of her face. "Is this some kind of revenge? You and Lisa teaming up together to avenge me," Alvey's eyes are locked on hers, almost a threatening look.

Alyssa raises her eyebrows as Alvey places an arm on each side of her head. "And what exactly did you think you did, that would lead us to want revenge?" She asks, tilting her head a bit. She was never scared of Alvey. Every single time they fought like this the ended up having sex. Now that would not happen this time.

"Don't play games with me. Lisa gave you her share of the gym," Alveys jaw ticks, and Alyssa halfway expect him to punch a hole in the wall next to her head.

"She didn't give it to me, I bought it," she replies, still calm and collected. She knows that this move won't defuse the situation at all, but it'll help her to have some form of control.

"So you just bought 25% of my gym? For what? Out of the kindness of your heart?" He almost spits the last words out.

"Well, that's not entirely accurate," Alyssa replies. She was sorta thinking about keeping this last part a secret for a bit longer. But Alvey pisses her off more than she thought he would. So fuck it. "I didn't buy 25%," she continues. Then she stops, waiting for Alvey to reply.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Alvey is now all the way up in her face. But she's determined to stay cool. No need to start a fist fight.

"I bought closer to 50%," she informs him, watching as his face morphes from angry to confused. "I bought 25% from Lisa, and 24% from you," she continues. The confusion on Alveys face is priceless, and she can't help butsto find that amusing.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Alvey replies. It's like he's trying to be angry, but Alyssa knows him. And there's a bit of something else in his voice.

"Pro Grip Equipment," she delivers the name with a hint of exitement. "Ergonomic designed exercise equipment for injured fighters," she continues, not taking her eyes away from Alvey. "You took them up on their offer to supply Navy St. with top of the line equipment," Alyssa reaches into her pocket. "To set Navy St. on the map, as an including and safe space for everyone," she delivers Alveys own words back at him, as she hands him her calling card for the business.

"You?" Alvey asks, as he takes the card from her. "You and Lisa," he continues. "Vengeful," he adds.

Alyssa can feel the anger bubbling inside her. "Believe it or not Alvey. But I'm not here for you," she moves closer to his face as she's talking. "And about the whole revenge ting. If I wanted to do that. I'd just go and sleep with Ryan," she continues. She knows that might have been a stupid thing to say, given the situation.

Finally Alvey moves away from her. Instead he points his index finger at her. "This isn't over," he hisses before he walks away.

"You're right. I think this'll be an eventful partnership," she hollers after him. But she's not sure where it'll go from here. It could be good, it could work out okay or it could be a total disaster. Just don't sleep with him, she once again tells herself.

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[somewhere-i-can-dump-these]

They said if you wanna live peacefully in this world build a parsona, I searched n noticed I had one till I was 12. I just thought it was a side of me that was too damn harsh n it should be killed from within n it makes me unpure n shit, but now I realise that the one I had created was far more superior to the ones hurting me, there's had traitory, jealousy, envy. But mine was pure it was pure hate, pure anger, pure strength of resilience to mental slavery. It was all I had in my defence when someone struck me with something I didn't want or was not comfortable with, which was unpleasant to my ears n heart. I abandoned that persona of mine just cuz whenever I used it all my loved ones were hurt beyond repair. I lived with the people that had ' handle with care ' carved all over their souls. All I was trynna do is act fragile n in that process, I failed to understand that I lost my teeth. N now years later, when it's time for me to bite back hear I am standing all defenceless against sharp swords n spears of disguised friendships, someone close to me onces held me close in there arms n asked me, " Is it worth loving someone that hurts you " N I said yes.. Fuk I did that. It is the wrong question mom, u should've asked me , can't you fight back, taught me to fight back instead of forgive n forget. You said the world is pleasant without the violence involved, so I did abandon my persona, but now as I stand hear a young adult. How am I supposed to forgive the guy mistreating my kindness, how do I forget the heartbreaking insults that come from my own close friends. How do I do these things . I didn't ever ask you. I will now n ik what you will respond with n I've seen you being the one that destroys. Was it that you knew that your blood must be kept in cold and unaware otherwise the volcanos might blast out of it destroying all the villages near it that don't actually have one to themselves. Well now the time has come for it. I can't sit still thinking of others while they enjoy tearing my flesh to bits. I know I can fight back n I will this might be an insult to your teachings but it's the only way I can pass them to my lil kids n yah I'll be very sure to add up some of my own theories to it, that actually work unlike yours that were imported from fairy land. N yah in all these years I felt like I abandoned it but no it was always there it was there packed in a bullet proof bag but sometimes the spears penetrated too deep n sometimes it did leak out. I was named hotheaded and violent n ur not ur self today after that but somewhere deep I knew that what I did was a 100% right. So now I know that the bag that's packed must be open n the capabilities must be placed right on my arms where all the haters n traitors can see them, they must know the consequences of the shit they throw. They must know that kindness must not be taken as weakness...

[pinkxperfectionisms]

Life was much less complicated when viewed through rose-colored glasses. White picket fences, flawlessly manicured yards, the illusion of blissful perfection. Thriving gardens, grandiloquent dinner parties, bake-offs, and the promise of a prosperous family. That was what was vowed to her when she spoke the words, 'I do',. Instead, a darkness clouded her glorious picturesque home. A gloam filled with twisted offers of unwanted desire. A revolted admirer with a taste for a certain ponytailed blonde.

"Trying to ignore it isn't going to change the fact that it's happening." There was something hauntingly alluring about the mystery surrounding their letter saga. It terrified her at first. The thought of being watched, stalked through the night like some wounded animal waiting to be slaughtered. "The meatloaf is going to be fine!" She tries to assure him, her frame gracefully countering his movements. "I'll help get everything prepared, just give me five minutes." Five minutes to try and dissect the wicked workings of a madman. It was impossible, of that much she was certain, but she was addicted to the rush. To the fervor and craving of the unknown and that was a dangerous place to play. The mention of contacting the authorities sets a sour look on her face, her head shaking. "Yes, because they've done such a swell job of handling things thus far." A bumbling band of baboons, that's what the Riverdale police department was. A group of incompetent fools that were stuck chasing their own tails. Bright, curious eyes watch his porcelain features as his baby blues skim the tainted words. They have a way of making one's stomach churn, and chest tightened. Each sentence is fouler than the last, but hidden between the lines of deviance lay a level of worship and ardor. It was illogical and made her ache in discomfiting ways. "He's becoming more graphic…"

There is a sudden softness in the air, a warmth that washes over her petite frame at his declaration of protection. It's apparent in his tone that he's no born protector, but she finds comfort in his sentiment nevertheless. "I know you wouldn't." But at night she still double-checks the locks and windows before laying her golden head down on the pillow. "You know that I wouldn't-" Wouldn't allow this monster to scatter his limbs across the yard. "-let anything happen to you, Kurt." On paper, the lovely newlyweds made perfect sense. Polished, young, smart lovers with bright eyes and even brighter futures. But things had been rocky. The pair was constantly on different pages, even on separate books at times, but Betty had a love for Kurt that she couldn't seem to put into words. An affection that would remain unbroken for as long as their hands remained laced and ringed.

"W-What is all of that." Glimpses of flesh, ropes, whips, and more. Images that would be burned into the depths of her mind throughout their meticulously planned evening. Nefarious cravings and corrupt erotica. Picture novels of what was desired of her. Of what they wanted to do to her. It made her own knees feeble, a gentle wobble giving way before she's righting herself. Attention flutters back to her husband, concern twisting her features. "Whoa, take a second." Pushing the box away from them, she moves closer to him, sliding beside him for added support. "I-I'm sorry." Understandably this was too much. Too twisted and unpure. "I shouldn't have done this now…" Not when they were forty minutes from entertaining a room full of people.

"Hon… Are you okay?" But it was apparent that she'd shattered the illusion he'd been immersed into. She had a horrendous habit of doing so. "Look, we'll table this for now." Her head drops to rest on his shoulder, her hand gently brushing along his delicate knuckles in an attempt to comfort him. "Let's focus on getting everything ready and forget we ever received that monstrosity." But she'd pushed the issue. Forced it back into reality when it should have stayed in the dark.

"How can I help, what can I do?." Spinning away from him, the blonde skips about the kitchen in search of something useful to do. Instead, she's felt awkwardly filling the space, waiting for some sort of order.

BETTY COOPER.

❝ — no, we don't. ❞ he replies immediately, quilted oven-mittens cushioning his hands as if it were winter, regardless that summer had just begun, the bright sun as if a yolk in the cloudless sky, a stinging sapphire hue, and boiling hot even in the morning, the heat wafting from the oven worsening the temperature. they still have approximately five-dozen eggs to boil in salted water, a hundred little cocktail spears to impale miniature sausages on, and he pivots as she steps in his path, placing the tray of raw pastries atop the counter-top. they are not spinach puffs — he feels himself rankling, wanting to snap at her — they're the tiny quiches he had labored over for days, flaking butter tarts with custard and rich cheese. but his mouth closes, his cheeks flushed red and sticky from a film of perspiration in the ripe kitchen. ❝ if we start talking, the meatloaf is going to burn, and guests will be here in forty minutes. ❞

kurt turns to his wife, in her perfume-pink dress with the crinoline petticoat, butter-blonde hair pulled back in a tight cascading ponytail, and — aching to spill just how much he regrets marrying her. but rather, he primly slips off the mittens, the apron flour-dusted against his front, worn over his sunday suit, a frosted-blue three-piece with an ivory tie, the picture-perfect young couple. wedded before having even left high school. seventeen and married, he sometimes thinks of their circumstances with hysterical, horrible terror bright in his heart, a sharp stabbing ache as if a knife, with the pristine-painted picket fence and manicured mint lawn and two-story house in a respectable suburban neighborhood.

but they had not been warmly welcomed by everyone, although he had shaken firm hands with every other young husband ( but not as young as him ) in the block during their house-warming party. not three months into their shared accommodations, and betty began receiving love letters — and as absurd as it is, he felt a jealous sting, the bitter flavor of almond extract in his throat, as he read them: composed of letters cut out from magazines and newspapers. how dare someone write to his wife, his bride, his partner in this charade — and confess such repulsive lusts and dark desires. betty is too good for that. she doesn't deserve to be harassed in such a way, swarmed with dirty letters delivered by the postal service. they had contacted the authorities, but still the messages continued unfettered, and kurt began receiving notes, too: ones which were more familiar, violence threatened against him, promising to leave his dismembered body parts amongst the croquet lawn set. kurt had discarded his letters in the garbage bin, only for betty to straighten out their crumpled pages. and now comes the confrontation he had been hoping to avoid.

❝ let me see. we can call the sheriff again, if it makes you feel better. ❞ he surrenders, sighing, catching betty's gaze, spring hues of baby blue, identical to his own. he feels close to crying, but rather, he gently takes the new note and the package from her clasped, curled hands. the contents of the note are the same hideous vulgarity — the mysterious admirer once again writes about how he would like to fuck betty, and kurt's mouth pinches tight in disgust, jaw tense. ❝ oh. ❞ he says, and resists tearing the letter into fourths. it's important evidence. a husband really ought to protect his wife — but kurt feels woefully unprepared.

❝ you...you do know, that i won't ever let him do those things to you. ❞ he tries to sound reassuring, but it comes out as pathetic. he's not used to protecting others.  

next, the package: wrapped in a repurposed brown lunch sack, the soft paper holds a bundle of something heavy, almost as if a newspaper. kurt places it on the counter, using a silver pair of scissors to cut through the cooking twine holding it together. it's not the newspaper, but magazines. girly magazines, kurt vaguely remembers his classmates talking in hushed tones, over the mythical pages of bare cream-colored flesh and thin nylon stockings and lace underthings. pornography, and not the ordinary kind, either, publications with names like bondage circus and wink. with young blonde women on the cover, posed in dark lingerie and pale baby-doll nightgowns, bent over and trussed up like raw chickens, with gags and paddles and rope, knotted hands held aloft in a silent plea for mercy, with entirely too much of their breasts and thighs revealed. the message is clear: these are the acts the stalker wants to carry out. on betty. and kurt slaps his hands down so hard onto the pile of magazines, pale and almost ill, that the brown wrapping tears.

❝ don't. don't look at them. ❞ they should just throw it all in the trash; the police can't do anything with it. ❝ i need to sit. ❞ instead, he leans against the kitchen counter, trying not to be sick. he can't be the one swooning and fainting, betty is expecting more from him. but just as in their marriage, she can expect disappointment there.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Of Monsters And Men

(Season 2)

Chapter 9 - Blood And Flame

Summary: Reuniting with Yennefer after all this time apart draws you into another problem you hadn't been expecting, yet its something you'll be challenged with in ways you hadn't thought to deal with ever in your long life.

Warning: angst, blood, reader going ✨feral✨, fighting, more angst, slight fluff

Word count: 9737

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Surprised would be a severe understatement in the verbiage of your current circumstances these days. You've been in this sacred, very kind and very calming temple for not even a solid day yet and you've already managed to meet Yennefer who you weren't completely certain was even still alive.

No matter if Istredd told you of it and what happened in Aretuza with her disagreements with the Brotherhood and all that other chaotic shit she was apart of. You didn't want to give in to the hope that lingered deep within your heart that she was alive. But that was all confirmed when she showed up at random in the Temple of Melitele unannounced.

Which makes sense since she now apparently doesn't have her chaos anymore, now that was a true surprise in all honesty. Yennefer with lack of magic for the first time since she was a young farmers daughter trying to feed pigs, and though she smiles and makes good conversation so far, you know this has to be killing her inside. But you're not going to dwell on the matter, it's a waste of thought.

Instead have you chosen to leave your seating to wander the halls with her by your side, just enjoying having your old friend with you once again. You pass by a deep blue glass window, running your fingertips on the candle flames that burn from their wax castles on a metal tray near you. Just like so many others all over this giant temple, another of the hundred some candles giving light to this place when the sun goes down.

Yennefer looks to you questioningly, "So he started to talk about vampires and your family linage? Just came up to you and said all that?"

"Yeah, he did. It was weird but kind of nice to talk about my people with someone who genuinely has an unambiguous desire to learn about them. And not for the reason of hate or wanting their death."

"Hmm. He sounds pleasant enough."

"Oh he was, then he wanted me to do something."

She raises a brow, "Something?"

You let out a small laugh, "Nothing perverse thankfully. I just lifted him up, he was very excited about it."

"Oh was he now?" Chuckles Yennefer as you both pass by a plant, "I bet he's dreaming about you right now, dreaming steamy, detailed dreams. Drooling on his pillow too."

"Fuck off.." You laugh while gifting her a little nudge, "Hmm..he might be. I just hope he never goes seeking them, or if he does he's well prepared to protect himself. I'd hate to see him killed, he was kind.....which could be a bad thing in the long run for him."

Yennefer playfully nudges your arm this time, "Hmm, Geralt better count his days then, seems our vampire lover has is eyes set for my sister here. Though I doubt you'd object to some dirty activities with two handsome handsy men." She teases.

You gasp, "Excuse me my dear, but those days have long been apart of my past."

She snickers, "You ever ask Geralt? I bet he'd comply, just for one night, share you with another. Maybe even watch."

"Alright." You warn with a halfheartedly stern voice before breaking out into a smile as you push your hair back, "Fuck you're giving me dirty thoughts, I'm turning unpure in this here temple you damn heathen."

"Well you better pray for forgiveness then you sinner, sleeping with a man, unmarried in this temple and their own bed you've been gifted to have. Tisk, tisk, Y/N."

You roll your eyes at her, "I don't wanna hear it from the woman who had sex in front of more then a thousand elf skulls, multiple times. All their ancient bones and everything, right in front of those sunken in eye sockets staring at your naked arse. Disgusting, gross, disturbing even....you shameful whore."

She gasps in mock insult, "You depraved slut."

You laugh at her open mouthed face showing a mix of surprise and amusement, she then shakes her head at you while passing some more trays holding many candles. Your chuckles slowly die down after a short while as your gaze turns to linger on the burning candles dancing their flames in the darkened room.

How peaceful this growing night has become from the heaviness of the day, getting here in one piece, losing Roach to that damn flying monster. Then reuniting with Yennefer once again, things have gone slow yet incredibly fast in the past couple days but you're grateful for the quiet now. For the contempt of the sleeping temple and the scented air of spices and candles burning from their wicks, dripping hot wax down the sides and onto the metal plates holding them up.

"Did you think of me after Aedirn?" She suddenly asks, voice more softer and sincere now as you two turn a corner to walk slowly down. Past more pillars and candles alike, some plants in brass pots even while you take a moment to answer.

"From time to time." You admit as she looks over at you.

Yennefer grins softly at your truthful words, "I thought about you quite a bit too."

"That I was frightening children in my down time?"

She laughs, "No, that they were beating you with sticks." The two of you share a small chuckle at her rightfully amusing comment as you keep wandering down the opened path.

Your smiles return to neutral upon your lips as you look to the ground before setting your crimson irises to her, almost looking like that of a crestfallen young girl, "After you left Aretuza for Aedirn, things didn't feel the same like they once did, more quieter, less bright. And visiting you in Aedirn, well....I couldn't exactly linger around now could I?" You pause a moment to take a breath, "Then when we met in Rinde, gods so much time had passed I almost didn't recognize you at first..not until I smelt the air."

You laugh a little, continuing, "Well between the smells of that magical orgy and all the wine in that house. But I knew it was you."

She lets out a breathy laugh, "As soon as I heard your voice behind Geralt, I knew it was undoubtedly you."

"Yeah, and what a time that was huh?"

"It was something. Quite the family reunion."

You snicker quietly before your amusement disperses and with that so does your smile, "Yeah.." You whisper, "...Sorry for never sticking around for too long when I did come to visit in Aedirn. I know you felt more alone at times then you'd have liked, probably could have used me here and there too huh?"

She shakes her head, "Don't feel sorry, Y/N. You'd never have been happy sticking around in Aedirn, or in any royal court to begin with, and then you'd never have met Geralt."

"That's....probably true."

"See." She nudges your shoulder, "Things happen because they're supposed to sometimes."

"Were you supposed to lose your chaos?" You ask softly.

She opens her mouth to speak but hesitates a moment before swallowing, "I don't know. And I don't know how to get it back, I don't even know if it's possible to do so." She admits dismally, violet irises diverting from yours when you lock eyes for a split second though this doesn't feel awkward in the slightest. Although it's almost like she wants to say something else but refrains, you can't smell anything false from her yet, though her heartbeat picks up ever so slightly.

You push the weird feeling away to give her a small smile, "Well, if unicorns can exist. And I can exist, I believe there must be a way to fix the missing part of you. And if not, know I am here for you always." She swallows quickly before blinking and turning her less dreary face to you.

"Thank you, Y/N." Yennefer then gives you a reassuring smile in return before raising a questioning brow, "What changed your mind about Geralt claiming the girl? You seemed so certain it was a mistake back then."

You let out a gentle sigh, "Many things changed my mind along the way. You among them. I thought if you could be a mother, want to be a mother so unselfishly and with pure intent, maybe so could I? Well, try at least."

She nods at this, satisfied with your answer before crossing her arms over her chest as you both keep walking, "I ran into Jaskier." You stop and turn to listen, deeply intrigued to hear about your missing bard, knowing you want more does she continue, "In Oxenfurt. He was in some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" You ask urgently, face dead series. What? You miss him.

"This fire fucker was after him. A mage. I don't know who he was." She shakes her head, "He was looking for information. About you and Geralt." You and Geralt? Interesting.

Your expression hardens as you think this over, brows furrowing in thought at this new highly valuable information, "He's looking for Ciri." The only logical and most probable answer of course, as you haven't pissed off any mage with a preference for fire magic recently.

"Why? What is she to him?" Yennefer takes a step closer, more curious then ever, expression a bit more urgent then you'd be comfortable to admit.

"Yen." You look at her intensely, scarlet irises flickering from her signature necklace to her face, "Your heart has been beating fast this whole time. You're nervous."

"So?" She whispers quietly, really hating how damn perceptive you are.

You give her a heartfelt look like that of a mother to her troublesome child, "Why are you here? Truly?"

She blinks, heartbeat still thudding swiftly away from within her chest, "I have some wounds that refuse to heal."

You think of a couple reasons but decide to press her for one, "You still want to have a child?"

She looks down, almost appearing to avoid your gaze, "No, it's-it's different this time."

"Well, let's hope it's different for the both of us." She looks up into your kindly scarlet irises as you give her a small smile, "I need to find Ciri." You nod respectfully before turning to the left and walking down the line of pillars and candles as she follows you at your side.

You pass a couple closed doors and a few more glass windows, just enjoying the nice little walk around the huge place before the scent of a young boys blood wafts into your sensitive nostrils, causing your pupils to constrict into two small black dots. The red in your eyes practically glowing as you stop dead in your tracks, Yennefer halting her movements as well as she looks at you strangely.

She knows that look.

"What is it?" Mutters Yennefer as she studies over your deadly concentrated face staring at a doorway, "Where's the blood?"

"Blood." You whisper faintly, hunger growing for a taste of the sweet flavor you've been chaste from for so long. Not since Sodden have you let yourself feed on the delicious natural elixir of the human vessel, what courses through thin veins under weak flesh. What is now, and shall always remain, your most mortal weakness no matter how many times you've tried to feel otherwise at the sight or smell. You cannot help the vampire in you, sometimes it's stronger then your human side in the most barbaric of ways.

You sniff, smelling the boys blood nearby down the pathway, his age, race, and fear that infuses itself into his crimson contents that lay out in the open for you to....no....Focus. He is the boy who took Ciri to the library, he is kind, he is innocent. Blinking hard do you walk quickly down the opened area between the pillars before halting once more, Yennefer doing the same as she sets her violet irises to you. Worry bubbling up inside her chest.

"Men." You tilt your head to the side, listening like a fox in a field for the hidden mice that move in the grass unseen. "Five of them."

You take off in an instant, running swiftly through the temple now, dodging past pillars and trays of candles alike as you turn a corner to be greeted by a group of men and Ciri backed against a wall with a curved wall of flames between her and the men. The long haired one in front with the burnt face that's scarring on the left throws his arms out like he means to harm her.

You're at her side in a second before he can do anything, he stops, causing the flames to simmer and die out at the misplaced confusion, expression showing clear befuddlement just as Yennefer runs into the room. He raises an intrigued brow at her, "Well, if I'd known to follow you to Oxenfurt, it would have saved me a spy mission to Kaer Morhen." Speaks the man slyly.

His men grip their weapons tighter as she walks to stand by your side, "Nice scar, shithead."

"Fire fucker?" You mutter in question at Yennefer. He sure smells like smoke and ash.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Your scarlet eyes study over the men, you let out a breath knowing how this whole interaction is about to lead, "Take Ciri. Bring her to Geralt, I'll find you afterwards."

Yennefer gives you a worrisome glance before turning and walking behind you to take Ciri by the arm, "Come on." She mutters as they quickly walk away as the men spread out a little, readying to gift some viable damage, you can hear a door close and lock in the foreground. They're safe for now and out of harms way, however you've found yourself in quite the predicament.

You steady your stance, eyes shifting from right to left as two men walk to your left side and two more walk to your right as the fire mage lingers back in the shadows. All other eyes sizing you up like a piece of meat ready for the taking, you glare at the lot of them before settling your crimson gaze to the fire mage, "You've brought them to their death." You seethe, staring daggers at his shadowed face.

The man smirks with a wicked grin upon his slender face, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"I am."

A man on your right swings his weapon just as another on your left moves forward with dagger in hand, you swiftly dodge out of the path of the man's sword. He misses. You're quick to turn around and kick him into a table as the other three descend, the man with a dagger gets closest first. He grunts, arm swinging as he moves with intent to slash your throat.

He's not fast enough as you duck under his arm, elbowing him in the side of the head which causes him to immediately grow unconscious. Slumping to the floor like a sack of potatoes, dagger sliding out of his grasp and across the stone flooring, forgotten. The next man lands a punch to your shoulder with a quick hit of his clenched fist.

You make a face at the abrupt unexpected contact as he throws out another fist, you turn your body to the side when he punches, missing you by mere inches. His face gets close to yours from the forwardly propelled movement of his body, and the last thing he sees before getting thrown across the room is your red eyes flashing with anger like two rubies in the sunlight.

He yelps, landing in a mess of arms and legs across the stone, crashing into a brass pot that falls by his head. The next man thrusts his sword straight at your back, you can't see him do this but you can hear the sound of his limbs moving and his hot breath behind you. You step to the side just as the shimmering steel flies past your body, him with it, you quickly snatch him by his throat.

Fingers dig into his scruffy neck as he gasps, dropping his sword which makes a clang sound upon the ground. His hands immediately reach for his neck as you slowly suffocate him in your unnaturally strong grasp, something he clearly wasn't expecting. His eyes go bloodshot and glassy as he wheezes, veins popping underneath his skin as you can hear his heartbeat pound from within his chest.

His fingers claw at your arm as he struggles, you glare darkly, lifting him up higher so that he cannot touch the ground anymore. His legs kick from underneath him as he dangles, the light in his blue eyes fading with the harder you squeeze his throat. You catch movement to your left, the man you kicked into a table has woken up and is rightfully pissed about it. Fuck.

You tilt your head up at the man struggling to breath, "You really chose the wrong profession." His eyes widen as you add more pressure to your already heavy grip until you let your vampiric strength do the rest. His vertebrae cracks, tracheae and esophagus ripping and breaking from within as you fully crush his throat.

The man convulses a second as his spinal cord severs, your hand can't seem to relent until your iron grip holds so tight that blood begins to seep from out of his mouth and nostrils. When a couple red droplets land upon your skin does the pupils of your eyes constrict yet again, the delicious scent of fresh blood hitting your senses like a burst of saccharine perfume on the air.

You become like a woman thirsting in the desert after days in the hot beating sun all at once. Given a fresh icy cold glass of crystal clear water to drink, however if you give in to this heavenly temptation will someone die. And if you abstain from the drink of life, will you grow ever more wrathful and frustrated like a horny bull locked in a pen. You cannot stop this feeling as it grows.

Stupid men and their blood. Why are they even here?

You drop him instantly. He lands with a palpable thud sounding just like a wet towel smacked to the hard floor. You breath heavily just standing there like a statue, wide eyes staring at the warm blood droplets on your hand, you can't help yourself but bring the back of your hand to your lips. Licking off the delectable liquid like it's simple juice from a bleeding pomegranate in summer.

Delicious.

The man you kicked stops dead in his tracks as he watches you do this, you turn your head to look at him through narrowed eyes. Swallowing hard, you tilt your head at him, "Run." You whisper, forcing every fiber of your being to restrain yourself and stay where you are.

His confidence and valor returns to him as he scoffs, "I got payed for this, bitch."

"You didn't get paid enough."

He smirks before swinging his sword and taking a step forward, you take a step back when he swings, whole body lunging at you and right into your tight grasp that easily snatches his throat. His sword falls to the ground as you push him to the floor before releasing his neck to then sink your fangs straight into his vulnerable flesh. Your hands pin him down as he kicks and struggles underneath your strength that he cannot outmatch.

He cries out in agony as you feed, sucking out the life from his body with ease. Face growing paler by the second until something hard hits you over the back of your head, causing you to release the dying man as you tumble to the floor. Blood spurts across the stone from his ripped open jugular, leading a trail to you who's now gone, nowhere to be seen. All that's left is a puddle of blood as the hired mercenary blinks, perplexed, he could have swore you were just there. He could have been positive he just thwacked you off of his cousin with a broken piece of table.

You were just there.

The man steadies his breaths as he turns right and left and back again, making a full circle around himself but you're no where to be seen. He looks down, his cousin wheezes out his last breaths from the floor as a dark pool of blood forms around his neck. His friend lays nearby, throat bruised, swollen, and a little fucked up as he lays like a beaten dog on the floor. Eyes popped out of his sockets with lines of blood running out of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

He swallows thickly, suddenly realizing all that gold Rience paid him wasn't worth it at all. But maybe if he can kill you, whatever you are, then he'll get his friends coin and be a richer man then he came. However these thoughts diminish when a wet drop of something lands upon his cheek, then another, his brows furrow as he touches the liquid.

When he pulls his hand back can he faintly make out in the dim lighting a dark wetness coating his fingertips. Another droplet of this dark matter plops on the palm of his hand, staring at this strangeness with a puzzled expression does he slowly lift up his head to locate the source of the blood. He gasps in shock at the sight of you hanging upside down from the curved ceiling, blood all over your lips, chin, and cheeks. With eyes of glowing rubies, you hiss, baring your fangs like a nightmare come to life.

He jumps back in fright as you land upright directly in front of him like a coy vixen of death, close enough to touch now, too close for his comfort. He white knuckles the sword at his side, "Demon." Breaths out the man, terrified beyond belief as he whispers in a shaky voice, "Go to hell."

Your lips curl into a sly grin, "You first."

His arm moves up, sword heading for its mark when your lightening reflexes land a tight grasp on his forearm that halts all movement from the extremity. He freezes, breath caught in his throat as the two of you have an intense stare down while his heartbeat thunders within his chest from adrenaline and the sight of you before him.

Your grip tightens as you look into his soul, "Seems this world never fails to make a monster out of me yet. And you men never know when to stop." Your free hand reaches forward and back again in one proficient motion, the man's eyes widen as he begins to gag and choke on his own blood as it spurts out of a missing chunk of his throat.

You release his arm as he tries to cover the bleeding mess while falling to his knees as you take a step backwards. He falls forward, one hand pressing to the floor as the other attempts to stop the gushing mortal wound, he continues to gag and suffocate. A puddle forms and at last does he slump onto his side, letting it happen when a piece of his own trachea lands right in front of his face. Then he's gone, eyes staring vacantly at nothing but the wall.

You take a step back, shaking your head as you blink hard a couple times, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You shout, holding your blood coated hands up to see the damage you've done. Your eyes trail from your hands to the floor where his other two friends lay now, both clearly deceased, better place then this.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of the last mercenary to your right, he's by the pillar, you watch as he slowly stands before turning around and freezing. He glances from his unmoving and bloody companions to your blood coated cheeks and lips. He appears rather disturbed by this, disgusted even, you've seen these reactions all before.

Yet he takes a step forward in spite of his fear, picking up a fallen sword on the way before standing ready to kill. You smell something burning and turn your head to witness as the fire mage reaches the door both Yennefer and Ciri went into. He's trying to fucking burn it down! You turn to the man with the sword and scowl, "I don't have time for this." He will die if he means to even dare lay a single finger upon Ciri, or help aid in her pain.

He yells out before charging you anyways, sword swinging past your face as you step out of the way faster then he'd ever been anticipating. You practically moved in a blur; he whips around and swings again to only miss, sword kissing the open air as you casually walk over to pick up a fallen dagger. It's old and worn down yet a decent weapon that will do just as you need it to.

With dagger in your right hand do you square up with the man, standing a short distance away as he eyes you dangerously, rage flashing over his heated gaze. He growls before taking a single step forward with clear intention of rushing you, however, a dagger plant's itself right in the center of his forehead. Thus causing him to stop immediately in place as his eyes roll into the back of his head, a single trickle of blood seeping out of the bottom of the impaled dagger.

He goes limp, falling to his knees before slumping over onto the stone flooring right next to the man with a crushed windpipe, among other things. You take a breath before returning your undivided attention to the fire mage currently releasing his flames to the poor wooden door. And who's most certainly scaring the shit out of Ciri, and fucking Yennefer can't do a thing about it.

Although his aggressive assault of flames are halted when you've practically teleported to his side, snatching him by his hair and yanking back like you're some dirty fighter in a tavern brawl. The scar faced man yelps in surprise at the abrupt intrusion and the pain of your swift attack. He's on the ground before he can even blink with you kneeling above him, one hand around his neck and the other grasping his wrist.

He swallows thickly at the uncomfortable sensation of your hand pressing into his windpipe, still wet with the blood of his hired mercenaries. Yet the man below you smiles wickedly anyhow, "Aren't you a deadly thing?" He rasps as your grip tightens around his vulnerable throat, "Ah, ah, ah....I've got you too."

Your chest warms when he presses his free fingers to it, eliciting just enough heat to make it sting, and to force to you to lessen your grip on his neck. You grimace, face growing threateningly closer, "Fuck. You."

He raises his brows, enjoying this even with your grasp speaking death to him, his eyes never leave yours, "Beautiful as you are dangerous, no matter the mess upon your cheeks." He shamelessly flirts, keeping his glowing hot fingers to you still, "I never realized how much of a problem you'd become, regretfully I should have known better. But of course the heir to the Blood Throne could rip apart a couple mercenaries with ease."

"And what now dumbfuck?"

"Maybe we kill each other. Maybe we run away together?"

You scowl furiously, "Maybe I rip out your jugular."

"Not while my hand is here." You feel the heat grow as he smirks up at you with that coy fucked up face of his. He could be rather handsome if not for the gnarly burn scars and his unwashed hair.....maybe better personality, and life choices.

Your hard expression slowly turns into a closed lipped grin before breaking into a fangy smile that puts him on edge. Then in an instant have you released both grips from his neck and wrist to dodge to the side when he emits a ball of flame from his hand and into the door. He swiftly turns his sights to you only to be greeted with a clawed slash to the other side of his face, opposite to the burn scar. Another mark to show his battles with the wrong people.

The force of your violent attack sends him tumbling down the pathway past some pillars. When he stops sliding does he quickly get to his knees, hand holding over his bleeding face where three thin long lines stretch from his right ear, across his cheek, and over his lips to the end of his jaw and chin. A wound that will most certainly scar when it heals, a personal brand you've just given him.

He glares at you with hatred in his eyes as you take a threatening step forward to finish the job when suddenly he stands just as a distorted cloud of black smoke consumes him and he's gone. Portaling elsewhere like a goddamn coward. You hear footsteps and feel enchantment behind you as you turn around to watch as Ciri walks through a portal of distorted silvery colors.

"Ciri." You call after her though she's already through.

Your brows furrow as you lock onto the back of Yennefer who turns to see you looking at her through a spot in the melted door. And in this moment you know she means to follow by the look upon her face. Heart growing with confusion do you give her a puzzled look, "Yen. Stop." You affirm softly, unsure what's even happening right now or why they'd leave so suddenly with the fighting done.

She gives you an abiding last glance that marks regret and discouragement as she hesitates a moment, "I wish I could." Says Yennefer apologetically before breaking focus with you to turn around and walk through the portal without another word. Your lips part in dismay as the portal disappears into nothingness, leaving you alone in a room full of dead men and a singed door.

You take a step back, still breathing heavily, mind drawing a solid blank slate as you try and think of a reason for her to have just done this. She has never done anything so outwardly traitorous before, she never has ever once completed something so mysteriously selfish, never with something you have spoken of to care so much about.

You almost can't even believe it to be truth, she's gone....and Ciri is with her. The child you have been sworn by destiny itself to protect, the girl that you have grown to cherish and love more then you ever thought you could. A brewing anger flickers like a sparked match deep within your chest the longer you stand in the quiet gloom of the large temple. Broken and splattered in the blood of dead men with dark hearts.

You swallow thickly when the sounds of footsteps running down the hallway makes it to your ears. Your eyes shift up to land upon the burned hole in the door when the footsteps grow closer now until Geralt steps a few feet off to your right. He says not a word for a couple of seconds before resting his perplexed gaze upon you, "Y/N what happened?" He asks, clear confusion in his voice.

Your fists clench as your head bows in shame for the loss of Ciri and the conflicted feelings now towards Yennefer whom you thought you could trust. Feeling betrayed and defeated do you sigh, "I lost her Geralt, I fucking lost her." You whisper, deeply ashamed and brimming with fury that you can just barely speak of it. You can't understand, it doesn't make sense.

"Lost who?" He takes a step closer, "Y/N. Look at me. Tell me what happened?"

You lift your head to stare daggers at the wall from where they just left, "Yennefer told me she was hunted by a fire mage looking for us. Apparently he found what he was searching for, brought a couple friends with him too. Clearly."

"Yennefer was here?" Geralt glances from the singed door to you staring furiously at it, "Y/N. What happened? My love, help me understand."

You turn to look at him, face undoubtedly a blood smeared mess, "I killed his men. I couldn't get to him fast enough, he drew a portal to elsewhere." You huff in frustration, "Then fucking Yennefer and Ciri just walk through a goddamn portal themselves right in front of my eyes."

"They what?" He says in disbelief.

You purse your lips together in discontent, "You heard what I said." He gives you a look as you walk over to him, "We have a new problem now and unfortunately I trusted my heart more then my head, so my assumptions were right after all. And like an idiot did I ignore them."

"What assumptions?" He shakes his head, "Y/N what the fuck just happened? You said Yennefer was here, and a fire mage and..."

"Yes, and she showed up and I didn't know what for, she told me it was to heal and I didn't believe her but didn't press the matter, then she tells me of the fire mage who was after her. Asking about us." You throw a hand to the door, "The fucking psychopath who did that. But he was actually after Ciri."

You take a breath, blinking hard as you process your thoughts, "I think...I know, Yennefer needs Ciri for something too. I just don't know what or why? I didn't think she would betray me like this, I don't understand why she would do this disappearing act to begin with but I have a strong suspicion as to why."

"Why?" Asks Geralt, "What do you think would make her leave like this?"

"She lost her chaos." Geralt's hardened expression turns to a surprised understanding as you continue, "I feel that may be why she took Ciri with her. I just....I can't figure out why or how Ciri would be involved in any of her shit."

He sighs, expression thoughtful as he ponders his mind a moment, "Do you know where she would have gone?"

"No idea."

You then get a thought which causes you to part from Geralt, walking around him and over to the man with the missing jugular to search his corpse does Geralt watch you do this. Kneeling down do you look around the dead mans attire for something significant to give you an understanding into who and where he came from. Anything valuable really.

You lift up his hand just as Nenneke cautiously steps into the fucked up space that's going to need a deep cleaning, maybe even a prayer said, probably way more then that. She doesn't say a word due to her shock and processing mind but watch as you stick your hand inside the dead man's pocket before pulling out a coin and inspecting it carefully.

"Redanian crowns." You whisper in thought as Geralt steps closer to you, observing the coin as well. In Redania, but why there?

Nenneke looks from you to the bodies and the broken table, a more distraught expression crossing her features the longer she stares, "Melitele, I have failed you." She speaks solemnly and with a great bout of shame as she speaks her apologies to her goddess.

You look at her from over your shoulder, "Forgive me. These men were after Ciri." You let out a sigh before standing up and turning to fully focus upon her, "Our weapons?" Nenneke does not move, she does not change her stoic face as she stares at you, taking in your disheveled sight. So much blood.

With anger catching the wick within your heart do you clench your fists, taking a threatening step forward just as Geralt catches you by the wrist. Your scarlet irises are on him in a second though he is unafraid of your motherly wrath that glows bright in the shadowed dull blue light coming in from the stained glass windows.

Your expression softens as he gives you a nod before letting go and walking past you to meet eyes with Nenneke, "We need to find her." He says as she clasps her hands together, tilting her head up to look at him better.

"You need to let me help your dearly beloved over there." She affirms with a gentle voice brimming with deep concern that causes Geralt's brows to furrow, she touches his hands, "Y/N is in pain, let me help her first."

Geralt purses his lips together, "She's not safe to be around." He says quietly.

Nenneke gifts him a warm-hearted grin, "Has that ever stopped me before?" Geralt's head bows, golden eyes flickering from her dark irises to the floor splattered with blood. She lets go of his hands to step aside and slowly walk herself closer to you.

You couldn't even focus enough to pick up on whatever whispered secrets they were just discussing, you feel so full of frustration and hatred and hunger and sadness. Your fists clench so tight they could draw blood, breaths flowing in and out of you heavily from the fight and the rise in your nerves. You want to tear the temple apart and scream until there is nothing left of your throat.

You blink and Nenneke is a couple feet away, aurora gentle and calm as a spring morning while she sets her wise gaze to you and all your mess of blood and body that you are. A right feral thing to gaze upon. She takes a step closer anyways, "Y/N. Breath my child, focus on my voice and know peace."

Your jaw clenches as she takes another step closer, knuckles whitening, "I cannot feel peace. You cannot give it to me."

"Why does your lips speak this to me my dear princess?"

"Because I have failed and been deceived by my sister....at least I thought she was." You whisper, irritation clear in your voice, "I was blinded by my heart."

Nenneke stands inches from you now, expression kindly and soft, "Do you believe it is with malice?"

You swallow thickly, crimson eyes darting from hers to the wall and back to her again, "No."

She grins serenely, "Then bring yourself down from this rage inside, do not let it fuel you and let the flame of hate corrupt your heart." She reaches up to push a fallen piece of hair out of your eyes, "My dear Y/N, return to us from the shadows, set aside your darkness that killed these men so I may bring you into the light. Be human again, be part of our world that loves you so."

You take in a shaky breath, closing your eyes tightly as she sets her hands upon your shoulders, whispering to you, "Feel your breath flowing in and out of you now, remember your time at peace, remember the sunlight on your skin, the taste of bread in your mouth. Laughter and joy, remember you are loved and will always be loved. Come back to us from your pain, come back to us from your hate. Push away the monster inside you now, tame her bitterness and maleficence, you are Y/N."

Taking another shaky breath does your fists slowly unclench as you begin to relax, causing the Redanian crown to fall from your weakened grasp and cling when it hits the floor. Your face contorts like you mean to cry, fighting within yourself to keep in control and collect your bearings instead of screaming out or letting the tears fall. Your face slowly relaxes once again into a more neutral expression as you find your calmed breaths.

Opening your eyes of scarlet do they face Nenneke's dark ones, she watches as the constricted pupils of your eyes instantaneously dilate into what is conventionally normal for you. Eyes that are not ready to cause violence or let blood splatter against her temple walls, she knows inside you are now letting your more human side shine. And she is pleased with your resilience and heart.

Her smile grows as you breath, heartbeat calming the longer she holds your gaze, "Good, good, be at peace with yourself my dear. Easy now, let the hatred out with the breath, very good Y/N." She whispers proudly, giving your shoulders a delicate squeeze before pulling away and taking a step back as you fully calm.

Geralt watches from the center of the room with great surprise and relief, until now he's the only person alive who's ever been able to calm you down completely after going into a rage with bloodlust. It's not often this happens to you, but when it does can the results be tragic or at the very least incredibly messy. Either way, he's grateful to have Nenneke here to keep your wits about you.

Her gentle eyes look up into yours, "How did it break?" She asks, referring to the magical ball with the small links of chain attached to it, the very thing Ciri was holding hours before.

You glance down at the cracked object on the floor, "She does that to things." You reply before stepping aside to walk over to Geralt.

Nenneke nods, turning around to face you two, "If what you say about that girls power is true." You stop and turn around to give her your attention, she continues with an almost eluded gaze that flickers with sympathy, "You can't help her."

You immediately turn your back to Nenneke, "I'll find my own weapon."

"What I mean is," You stop to listen as she looks at your back, "Ciri needs more than you can give her now." She locks eyes with Geralt, "More than the both of you."

"I swore to protect her." He says, frustration clear in his voice, "Nenneke, I will not sit back and wait for something worse then a rouge mage and his agenda to happen to her. Neither of us will."

She sighs, eyes darting from him to the back of you, "Do you truly believe Yennefer means to harm the girl?"

You look at her from over your shoulder, "I wish Yennefer knew of the balance you spoke of." You can't help but turn around to face her fully now, expression serious and embittered, "More than you know, I wish it. But despite my feelings that kept my hope and love for so long, I learned my lessons about Yennefer and wishes. I know all this now, clearer then before."

"Sometimes, we assume the worst because we fear to hope."

You scoff before turning to walk away once again, Geralt right with you yet Nenneke persists, "How...can I help you? How can I help you? The both of you?"

You stop as Geralt does first, himself turning to face Nenneke just as yours does the same. He gives you a mutual look before setting his gaze to Nenneke, "We need you to open a portal." ——

Stepping over a mud puddle does your boots press into dirt and flattened bits of fish skins thrown out of someones window just above you, how long ago you have not a clue, nor do you care. All you care about is keeping your hood down low enough so that the upper half of your face is shadowed by the hood of your cloak from anyone taking notice of your crimson irises. The last thing you need right now is to be stopped and questioned by the goddamn people of Oxenfurt or Redanian soldiers.

Both who are not so particularly fond of elves or anyone not human to begin with. But luckily you were able to get your clothing cleaned before setting out on this newest adventure, seems magic does have its perks after all.

A couple children run past you, causing your cloak to sway against your legs at how close they were to you. Their laughter breaks the bustling air of a hundred voices all flowing together at once, besides that and the sounds of livestock, doors opening and closing and everything else.

While passing by a window does your nostrils gather in the scent of blood once more; elf, male, bleeding out of a hidden wound to his right thigh. You cough, trying to thrust the scent out of your senses before quickly covering your nose and mouth with the palm of your hand. Geralt takes immediate notice of this and swiftly takes your arm, leading you past a couple merchants until he turns you both down an alley.

His strong grasp loosens before his hands press you up against the back wall of some wooden house, "Control yourself, Y/N." Urges Geralt calmly, golden eyes flickering across your face.

Your eyes shut tightly before opening up to find his, you remove your hand from your lips, "That was me controlling myself. Might I remind you how much this fucking place reeks, I feel like I'm going to go insane from everything....too loud, too putrid the scents, too many people..."

His expression softens as he takes the sides of your face within his hands, "Then just focus on me. Just me." Whispers Geralt, "It's just me and you right now. No one else, nothing."

You release a slow breath, gaze lingering onto Geralt's as you find your focus. Feeling his gloved hands upon your skin, his hot breath against your face, his scent you've loved since the moment you met him long ago. You touch your hands to his, bringing his hands away from your face to hold them, "Okay. I'm okay, I'm in control." You then give his hands a light squeeze, "Thank you."

Geralt gifts you a handsome grin in return, "There's my Y/N." He muses, "Now when we go back out there, try not to piss anyone off or scare them. All we need to do is find Jaskier."

You scoff, "Right. How hard can it be? Find a bard in Oxenfurt in this shitfuck of a town, I'll certainly do my best."

He presses a gentle hand to your shoulder before giving it a light squeeze, "Be nice. We need to find him." You give him a loathed look to behold, he knows how much you hate traveling through bigger towns and kingdoms alike due to the certain aromas and people produced. Things he can't smell nor hear half as well as you can, he can only try to imagine the stench and great annoyance of the Redanian people.

At the face you give him does Geralt throw you a warning look, "Y/N."

"I'm nice, I can be the kindest fuck you've ever seen in your life."

He snickers a little at that, "I know you can. Now come, let's find what we can and see if there's a  trail leading us to our bard." You roll your eyes just as he swiftly steals a kiss upon your lips before pulling away and heading out of the alley.

When he's made his way into the opened path of the street do you reach his side, "The fuck was that?" You half-hardheartedly interrogate.

Geralt shrugs with a small smile upon his lips, "Just looked as though you needed it."

Shaking your head at him do you look away, "Yeah....well....shut up." Geralt simply chuckles to himself at your semi-flustered reaction to being randomly kissed by him like you two are new lovers traveling for the very first time.

But you'd be a damn fool to say you didn't enjoy it, it's truly the little moments that get you so much.

You soon pass by a couple men chopping up blooded chunks of lamb, a cart full of blankets of all colors of the rainbow, a woman reprimanding a cat in the street, and more people just walking around getting to wherever they need to go. Your gaze trails over the alleys as you pass, ears listening for gossip or the sounds of a lute gifting her spirit of song to the masses. But you hear nothing, see nothing relating to Jaskier at all.

Turning a corner lets your inquisitive gaze lock onto a few whores standing off to the side of the street, somewhere in between heckling and showing provocation for whoever passes by. You give the side of Geralt a nudge, "Idea."

"What?"

"Them." His eyes scan ahead to find a pencil thin whore sweet talking some old man who appears like he'd rather be smacked by a fish then do whatever this woman has just suggested.

"You think they'd know where he is?"

"It's worth a try isn't it?"

Geralt hums, "Fine. You ask."

"Why me?"

"Because you gave the suggestion first."

You give Geralt a hooded look, "Coward."

He makes a puzzled expression, "Y/N.."

You raise a hand, "Speak less." You then give him a wink, "Watch and learn a true seductress perform. If I don't know where Jaskier is after this you may need to pull them off of me."

He simply rolls his eyes at you, though a humored grin remains anyhow, "Sure, sure. And if they don't know where he is, or they happen to be immune to your seduction, what then?"

"What then you ask? Oh you silly man, they will tell me one way or another."

"And if they don't legitimately know, hmm? What then?"

You stop near a stall selling honey and cheeses, expression thoughtful, "I'll figure it out. Just stop questioning me you craven so I can talk to the scary big breasted women who'd love nothing more then to get you into any position that their wicked hearts desire."

"Alright." He crosses his arms over his chest, "Just find out if.."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jaskier." You mutter in a mockingly Geralt voice, taking a step away from him, "Right, the bard you left alone on the mountain. Remember that?"

He gives you a look, "So did you."

Stopping in the middle of the muddy street do you give him a look, "So did you." Speaking mockingly yet again in his low tone of voice before resting a hand on your hip and turning around, "Fuck off." You sass with a flick of your hand like he's some common peasant boy.

Geralt snorts at your dramatics anyhow, watching as you saunter across the street towards the whores attempting to pick up random strangers going about their business. While getting closer to a fair skinned woman with lavender hair can you pick up the potent scent of all four lined against the wall. Baths? Who needs them? You force yourself to continue onward anyways.

Hood still up and shadowing your eyes can you soon catch the sight of the lavender haired woman with a plethora of cleavage you hadn't cared to notice until now, it's hard not to, there's just so much of it. Way more then you possess that's for damn sure. Her dark eyes soon land upon you casually walking closer to her, a brilliant grin making it's way onto her admittedly beautiful features. No matter the dirt smudges on her cheeks....and her smell.

She raises an intrigued brow, flicking a piece of hair off of her shoulder, "Now what's this?" She says slyly, deeply interested in this hooded mystery woman walking over to her now.

Your smirk is witnessed under the dark hood, "Have I caught your eye, or have you caught mine?" You question with a cunning voice that sends shivers down her spine.

She tilts her head at you still hooded and ever a mystery, "Hmm. Yet to be determined. May I see this foxy traveler finding herself in my presence?"

"If you ask nicely."

She giggles to herself, folding an arm underneath her breasts as she waves you off with her other hand, "Oh you sly thing. Very well, may I see your face I am just dying to catch in the sunlight this fine day?"

"You may."

She bites her lip as you give her a small bow of your head, hands reaching up to slowly pull your hood back until two brilliant eyes of shimmering rubies stare back at her. Paired with a face that could make both men and women fall to their knees begging for more, for just a night with you're exquisite vessel. She's never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life.

"My, my, my, you are just as your voice reveals to be." She marvels, mouth slightly parted in awe.

"And how is that?"

"As alluring as the first flower of spring." She says before gifting you a coy smirk, "Not an elf, and certainly not a human such as myself. Are you a nymph?"

"Not a nymph. But someone lucky enough to have blessed my eyes upon your angelic body." Butter her up, that's it. You give her a fangy smirk, "And a fine day it is, much finer now."

She bites her lower lip, "I don't care what you are, I can be whatever you'd like. Names Olenna, but I'll let you call me Enna, all my friends do."

"Well Enna, may I ask you something?"

She instantly nods, "Anything."

You take a step closer just slightly into her personal space though she doesn't mind this new close proximity at all, not even when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Just a small question, nothing much at all. And I believe you may have my answer."

"I could." She whispers, completely entranced by your radiance, "I know many things, many many things um..uhh."

You give her a little smile, "It's Sivyra."

"oh. Sivyra."She repeats, "What a beautiful name."

"My father gave it to me, it means great wind in my peoples mother tongue." You whisper, gently and provocatively emphasizing on the ending word, creating a lasting thought in her mind that sends a shiver down her spine once again. So easily she falls for you, it's almost pathetic but honestly at this point you're having too much fun.

Her dark eyes quickly flicker from your lips to your scarlet eyes, "Sivyra?"

"Yes?"

"What is it you wanted to ask of me?"

"Right. Smart thing you are, aren't you?" She giggles when you gift her a wink, "Now, I want to know if you've got any idea as to where any bards may be hiding their talents in a place like this?"

"A bard?" Her brows furrow at this, "What would you want a bard for?"

You gently caress the side of her cheek to draw her confusion back to you, "Because I myself am quite fond of the arts, music in particular, and I don't just spend a night with anyone without the sounds of a tuned melody in the air."

She stares at you in awe, "oh."

"Yes. So my dear Enna, what does that inquiring mind of yours have for me? Do you truly know a thing or two about the happenings of Oxenfurt or will I have to ask one of your friends?"

Her eyes flicker from the other whores then back to you, she quickly shakes her head, "No, no, I know of a bard."

"Hmm, do tell."

She smiles, "The Sandpiper is his name, he's a marvel I tell you, knows how to strum a lute and what a voice. You could do as you'd please listening to him all night...do anything really...anything at all." Her hand moves to touch your hair when your grasp is quick to stop her, she gasps, nerves sparking with excitement at your strong touch. Heartbeat picking up when you giver her a teasingly warning look.

"The Sandpiper you say? And where can we find him now?"

"Now that, that will cost you." Says Enna, gaining her confidence back, and by the way that her eyes flicker with mischief can you tell she knows something you don't.

You raise a brow at her, "Cost me hmm? Seems you know of something highly valuable to me, speak of it you coy vixen or lest your time with me this night will be all that more feverish."

Enna bites her bottom lip at your alluring words, batting her lashes at you like a rosy cheeked maiden, "As you wish, m'lady." She drawls, "The Sandpiper, he won't be singing any longer for us if you can't somehow manage to pay off the guards holding him prisoner." Finally.

"Prisoner? So our lovely bards in a cell as we speak, now this is troubling news." You make a disappointed face to further sell your part, "So it would seem I must be the one between the two of us to pay this debt, for I refuse to have a night spent with as glorious a woman as you with lack of music. A tragic thing that would be, a dreadful thing even."

Enna grins brightly, "I can take you to him."

"You can? How splendid." You let go of her arm before taking a step back, "Lead the way my dear." She giggles, pressing a hand over her heart as she picks up a piece of her long semi-dirty dress that looks as though she stole it from a talented seamstress.

Enna gives you a playful little curtsy, "Follow me." Her grin never falters as she turns to swagger past her fellow whores with you following behind her. As she walks ahead speaking about something you don't truly care about do you turn your sights to a deeply astounded Geralt still standing by the honey stand.

You nod your head in the direction of the babbling whore, mouthing from across the street, "Come on." He shakes his head at you before taking a step to walk, soon following you and the whore down the streets of Oxenfurt from a safe unassuming distance.

Oh you are quite the marvel indeed, thinks Geralt as he watches you go, and all his.

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Stubborn Soulmate Part 2

Jaskier x Soulmate! Reader Part 2

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Summary: You meet with Jaskier and Geralt to gather your payment and end up getting closer to Jaskier. 3 pages

"Let her go Jaskier. She obviously doesn't want to be here." The Witcher comments roughly. 

"But it's destiny Geralt! Who doesn't love destiny?"

"Me. Only I control my life." You snapped at him, "Now if you don't mind I am leaving to fix myself up." You call your horse and ready to mount it when the Witcher stops you. 

"Meet me at the bar afterwards to discuss your payment."

You looked in his eye and nodded. "See you then Witcher." You appreciated that he valued being fair and would honor your effort in the fight. After you dressed your wounds, you mentally prepared yourself to enter the bar. 

You were half elf, and being in any town that did not accept them was always hard on you. The thing the villagers did not understand was that you were not a true elf. To them you had tainted unpure blood that was too human to be acceptable. In other words you were not accepted by humans or elf, but that did make it easier for you to detach yourself from communities and keep wandering on your own.

Inside it was calm and quite, everyone seeming to be put to rest by the effects of alcohol. A bard played a quite love song from the corner of the room, but did not sing. The smell of well-cooked food filled the air in a comforting manner. You might have felt safe in such a place if it were not for the humans you had to share it with. 

They gave you harsh glares the moment you stepped through the doorway. None of them even trying to hide their dislike of your presence. Jaskier took a moment to catch on to the sudden shift in the room. He was oblivious to it as he happily greeted patrons as if they were there for him.

Upon noticing your distance from him, and your hesitance to enter, Jaskier spared a glance over his shoulder to check on you. He was surprised to see your hold her head high overlooking the glares. You had faced this type of oppression all your life; you knew how to handle it. With firmness and class but never anger or aggression. Even if you were a monster slayer at the end of the day, you refused to give them anything to prove you a savage and be what they expect you to be.

"If you want I am sure we can find another place." Jaskier suggested.

"First time traveling with an elf I take it." You replied flatly, obviously already having a response on hand as well as a direction to turn the conversation in. 

"Yes. Is it that obvious?" He chuckled in an attempt to make light of the situation as he always did. 

"If you had, you wouldn't be surprised by the way I am treated. You'd be used to it, just as I am. You would also know there is no safe place from this. No one likes an Elf who is not human nor creature." Jaskier thought back to towns like Oxenfurt where he used to smuggle elves to sympathetic kingdoms like Cintra. 

"Let's sit here and have a drink. I promise I won't let anything happen to you here." Jaskier offered, pulling out a seat for you and then himself. The tension in the room did not fade away as they found their seat but stayed heavy and thick in the air. If anything it grew and you knew if it was not for the famous bard sitting next to you, you would have already been thrown out for upsetting customers. In an attempt to stay away from your negative line of thinking, you focused on your....soulmate. 

"How do you and Geralt know each other? You aren't a fighter like him and...well I thought you hated him. I mean burn butcher burn?"

"So you've heard of my songs?" He perked up and you gave him a warning glare in response. He held back on the teasing. "Hate is a strong word. We were friends actually, the best of them. I traveled with him on many adventures until he seemed through with me."

"He abandoned you?"

"Ooon a mountain." Jaskier added in confirmation, you nodded in response. 

"Seems like everyone in our little group has abandonment issues then." You joked flatly, which received a laugh from Jaskier to your surprise. Usually you do not appreciate idle chatter, but with him it was actually pleasant. Upon realizing that you were enjoying his company, it dawned on you that you were not supposed to. Not if you wanted to avoid the soulmate system. But at this point did you even care anymore? If he was pleasant to be around, did you want to deprive yourself of his company over pride? The answer was yes. So you began to engage in conversation with him less until Geralt came around with your coin. 

He dropped a large filled bundle on the table as he approached you. You immediately opened it and began counting. 

"You don't trust me?" Geralt questioned seeming slightly offended. 

"There are few in this world I actually do."

He grunted in response before continuing on a different topic, "We have a contract involving clearing out bandits. You're welcome to come."

He turned to leave when the bar owner stepped in. "It's enough I accepted Witcher into my bar. I draw the line at letting them make deals with some savage knife eared--"

Jaskier, who was normally not quick to anger or action, became engaged at the insult. He struck a sharp blow to the man's nose, even drawing blood. He seemed quite proud of himself until his face fell as he realized the reproductions of his actions. The bartender hit him against his left cheek, seeing him stumbling back in surprise. It was about time for you to leave the village anyways. Geralt let out an annoyed sigh, knowing he would have to pick up the bard's mess once again.

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Hi! I absolutely love the previous oneshot you made! I was wondering if I could request another oneshot? Again, with Leopold, but this time, it takes place at the climax of episode eight. The reader, Billy, Leo, and Spike are stuck in the cellar and the reader tries to save Leo when he is drowning, despite being gravely injured herself/themself.

Basically something like that. If you want, you can change the details. And again, absolutely loved the previous oneshot you made! :D

Requested by: Anon!

Thank you! I’m glad people are liking my writing. It makes me happy. I’m guessing this is the previous anon so of course! You can request as much as you want to. I’m excited to write this one not gonna lie. I’m going to kind of link it to the previous one to get a footing for this request. Pronouns used: They/Them

I added in a twist that had been running around in my head that I’d like to develop into an actual story. If you spotted the twist and would like me to write a fanfiction let me know! I’m open to criticism.

 Previous One Shot

Spoilers!!!

Trigger warnings: Stabbings, drownings, injuries, demon, blood

After that first kiss on the docks, Leo and Y/N were closer. Not inseparable because they both understood they needed to be their own person but they were certainly closer. The rest of the irregulars were happy for them and they teased them for a good two hours after they found out Y/N and Leo were together. It seemed as though the world was happy for them as well and gave them a day to bask in their happiness before it thrust them head first into more cases.

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It had been case after case for the irregulars with a lot of new revelations for this group of rowdy kids just trying to survive living in London. Billy found out that his past was a lie, Jesse found out that she was an Ipsissimus, Spike has matured and now has a slight exhausted look to his eyes, Bea found Sherlock and found out what really happened to her mum, and Leo was outed as a royal. As for Y/N, they didn’t know what to do. When Bea was talking to a man that seemed to be a royal guard, how Y/N knew he was a guard they didn’t know, Y/N had accidentally walked into their view and the guard immediately looked like he knew Y/N. They hadn’t interacted when his horse almost ran over Jesse as Y/N had been down at the docks that particular night. It was odd but from what Y/N gathered from the guard, his name was Daimler, was the personal guard to one Prince Leopold. Y/N tensed as he said this. Realization dawned on Bea and she excused herself. Daimler noticed Y/N’s tenseness yet he noticed that they didn’t seem surprised. 

“You don’t seem surprised.” He uttered looking over at Y/N’s form and how they held themselves and the puzzle pieces in his head started creating a more accurate picture to his thoughts.

“I had my suspicions. I need not ask if the evidence was in front of me every day.” Y/N responded still tense as Daimler seemed to be staring into Y/N’s soul. Never one to back down so easily, something learnt from Billy, Y/N stared right back.

At this, Daimler thought it best to take his leave but not before asking Y/N one last thing.

“Do you happen to have a scar running down your right middle finger to your inner wrist?” 

Y/N backed away from Daimler putting more space between them. How did someone else know about a scar they themselves didn’t even know how they got?

Having gotten his answer, Daimler left but not without one last remark.

“Until next time Marquess/Marchioness Charlie.”

After Daimler was long gone and Y/N could breathe they processed what he had said before he left.

“It’s Y/N. Just Y/N.” They whispered into the silence left behind by the guard, confused and slightly overwhelmed by the events that had transpired. 

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Y/N had never been good with change but this wasn’t the time to break down. London was in utter chaos. Billy, Spike, Leo, and Y/N were all going as fast as they could with an injured Billy and Y/N to find shelter in the cellar and wait for Bea and Jesse to hopefully close the Rip and everything to go back to normal. Just one more corner and they would be safe or as safe as they could be, when they ran into Sister Anna and two more people running from a possessed man. Quickly jumping into action one of the boys managed to subdue the man. Y/N couldn’t tell who it was since Leo made them look away and Y/N didn’t really have a choice as they were practically being carried/dragged by Leo. They offered sister Anna and her companions shelter with them in the cellar. 

Once inside everyone took a breath. Billy and Y/N leaned on each other while sitting next to a wall for support. They didn’t have peace for more than a moment when they all heard a pounding at the cellar entrance. Someone or something was trying to get inside and they weren’t being friendly about it. 

“It’s over. Even if we survive the monsters, it’s all gonna disappear anyway.” Billy said looking between Spike, Leo, and Y/N.

“I spent my whole life thinking I was the son of a hero then I found out he wasn’t… I thought maybe I could be one instead.” He continued looking straight ahead. Y/N tried to go comfort him but the pain in their thigh wouldn’t let them take more than a step towards him. He looked up at Y/N in thanks then looked towards Leo and said 

“People like us don't get to be heroes”.

“Hey! Hey!” Leo said. Y/N had never seen him as worked up before as he did right then looking at Billy. Feeling helpless Y/N could only look and listen.

“You’re just going to give up? Let them burst in here and attack us?” He asked, outraged at what he was witnessing from the strongest person he knew physically and emotionally.

“There’s nothing more to fight for.” Spike said a few ways away from Y/N making their eyes snap to his in disbelief.

“There’s each other.” Y/N quietly said looking at the three that they would fight for until their last breath. 

“Y/N is right! So long as we can fight for each other, we fight.” Leo said to the three of them but his eyes were locked with the love of his life determined to make sure they all live for more years and have more time together.

There was a tense silence in the air until Billy scoffed and three pairs of eyes turned to him.

“Who taught you to be such a badass?” He said directing his words at Leo making Y/N smile at him.

“You did. You all did.” Leo said without missing a beat. 

“Now, stand up and defend your home.” He said offering Billy and Y/N a hand each. 

Billy looked at him and then at Y/N and they both took the hands Leo offered to stand up. 

With that all said and done everyone picked up whatever object they could brandish as a weapon. 

Billy was offered a wooden cross by Leo, Spike still had his shotgun, Y/N had some knives that no one wanted to ask where they got, and Leo had his cane. They were all deathly terrified but with one last look at each other they knew that they were all worth it. Until they all heard it. Sister Anna and her companions were praying. Leo jumped into action first and tried to get them to stop but they paid him no mind and finished with an “Amen”. A heartbeat later, Sister Anna raised her head making Y/N try to pull Leo back as Sister Anna’s eyes were completely black. The four of them were horrified especially when Sister Anna broke the neck of her companions. Once she was done with them she turned her attention to the group of four with Sprike now in front.

“Stop! Stop, Sister, or I’ll shoot you!” Spike threatened with no luck. The Sister continued advancing towards the group making Spike shoot her making no difference.

“Heathen weapons cannot harm the anointed.” Sister Anna said before rapidly advancing towards them.

They ran/wobbled down the platform and down the small stairs with Leo almost falling.

“Y/N! Billy!” Leo called at them, ushering them forwards and helping Y/N hobble as fast as they could as Billy had a quicker pace even when injured. 

Spike stayed back and tried to fight off the demonized Sister Anna. Sister Anna got ahold of Spike’s shotgun and tossed it aside and then grabbed onto a shocked Spike and threw him through a wooden wall making him unresponsive.

“Spike!” Billy and Y/N yelled for their friend.

“Guys! Wait!” Billy tried to get them back with no such luck.

Billy and Y/N ran/hobbled towards Sister Anna, Billy holding on to her forearms and Y/N grabbing at her legs. Sister Anna pushed them both off her backhanding Y/N making them fall to the floor their vision wavering and kicking Billy in the stomach and then once on his broken leg and then pushing him so hard he slid across the floor and hit his head on a wall knocking him out. Sister Anna then turned her attention to the groaning Y/N whose vision cleared enough to see the demon going towards them. Leo seeing this and having a strong urge to protect Y/N as much as he could, advanced onto Sister Anna with his cane. Sister Anna mad that she couldn’t end Y/N grabbed the hand Leo had the cane in and broke it making Leo drop the cane he was holding and drop to the ground. Having seen the connection between Leo and Y/N, Sister Anna grinned and broke the cane making a part of it into a point and with it approached Y/N who was trying to crawl towards Leo. Grabbing Y/N from the back of her neck she lifted them and stabbed Leo’s cane through Y/N’s abdomen with supernatural force making the stab cut clean through their abdomen and into a wall a few feet away. Crying out from the impact Y/N vision turned black.

Feeling a rage he had never felt before Leo ran towards Sister Anna only to be grabbed by the jaw.

“You are unpure. I’ll baptize you before you die”. Sister Anna told him and threw him inside the water that goes into an area in the cellar and proceeded to “baptize” a struggling and unwilling Leo.

Wondering how they hadn’t passed out much less died, Y/N vision started slowly gaining colour and focusing. The first thing Y/N noticed was the pain and warmth that accompanied the injury on their thigh. Looking down and groaning Y/N recognized Leo’s cane embedded into their abdomen. Realizing what this could mean they looked around as much as they could without moving the cane around and could make out a few feet away Sister Anna standing inside the dirty cellar water. Y/N couldn’t tell what they were doing until they recognized a red jacket and dread washed upon them. 

No longer feeling the pain in their thigh and abdomen and frankly not caring. Their sole attention was on saving the one person that had ever made them feel loved,safe, and protected. Taking a breath, Y/N grasped the cane and with a quick movement pulled it out. Not having time to feel the pain, Y/N threw the cane to the side and as quick as they could tried their best to keep balanced as the blood loss was making them woozy. Hearing Leo gasping every time he managed to get some air into his lungs was all the motivation Y/N needed and with strength everyone but them knew they had they tackled Sister Anna into the water and off Leo who took the opportunity to take a much needed breath of air. 

Billy, who had woken up a few moments prior to Y/N tackling Sister Anna into the water, grabbed Leo out of the water and helped Y/N subdue Sister Anna who was now trying to drown Y/N. Having found one of Y/N blades near the dirty pool of water Billy managed to grab Sister Anna and when his blade was going to reach her, her eyes filled with light and were no longer black. Seeing this, Billy dropped her and Sister Anna cried out. 

Sighing in relief that it was over, Billy turned around to help Leo and Y/N out of the water and then found Spike hopefully still breathing.

They were going to live. They would have new scars but they would live.

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After finding Spike and making sure he was OK everyone’s attention was to the heavily injured Y/N who seemed to have a high pain tolerance.

Billy and Spike left Y/N with Leo since he was the one constantly injured and knew what to do, at least until Dr. Watson could get there. 

Leo hadn’t said a word to Y/N and they couldn’t help but think that Leo was mad at them. He didn’t even meet their eyes as he made a makeshift gauze with one of Billy’s shirts and his jacket to stop the blood flow. 

“Are you mad at me?” Y/N asked hesitantly when they couldn’t take the silence. Leo didn’t answer. He stopped his movements making sure the makeshift bandages were tight enough. After a beat Leo sniffled and Y/N was immediately alarmed and reached towards his face to make him look at them. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Y/N softly asked, staring into Leo’s eyes hoping to get a hint as to where his mind’s currently at.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Leo said sniffling trying to pull away but Y/N kept his gaze firm to their eyes. 

“It’s not nothing Leopold. Something is eating away at you. C’mon darling, what’s wrong? If you want me to drop it for now until you wrap your head around it I won't mind you know that but I need to know that you’re OK” Y/N reassured the quietly crying boy wiping away his tears with their thumb.

“Y/N you were quite literally impaled. You could’ve. I could have lost-” Leo couldn’t finish his sentence before a sob broke through his throat and he hugged Y/N as tightly as he dared without causing them more pain.

Y/N knew what he was going to say and it was something they couldn’t imagine either. The mere idea of losing Leo was a horrible pain. Y/N would rather get impaled over and over again than lose someone as precious as Leo. 

“Not even being impaled will stop me from having your back Prince Leopold. You’re stuck with me” Y/N said into his neck.

Leo pulled back and connected their foreheads.

“I’d rather not have a repeat of you getting impaled ever again but I do quite enjoy the idea of being stuck with you” Leo said closing his eyes and letting out a smile.

Taking a shaky breath Y/N connected their lips in a sweet and salty kiss but neither cared. 

They were safe and they were stuck together and they wouldn’t change it for the world.

[wandsandwheezes]

Numb | G.W

angst and fluff my loves Gerorge x Slytherin!Reader

TW // mentions of depression (not explicitly but it's there) and violence

@wand3ringr0s3 is such a massive inspiration for writing this, her fics are a top tier and have given me the insensitive to start writing again after convincing myself that I couldn't write for shit ❤️

Flashback in italics

The sounds of delicate raindrops echo across the surface of the black lake, grey clouds rolling across the sky. The regular sound of British rainfall would usually be the soundtrack to my evening study sessions, but as I'm standing out in the rain, cold droplets rolling down my face and settling on the surface layer of my hair, which is becoming more and more drenched, I feel my soul pour out of my eyes with an intense stare into nothingness. Numb. That's the only way to describe how I currently feel, my head is empty and my thoughts are vacant. You'd think that after years of being told that I didn't belong, that I am a disgrace to my house, A Mudblood, unpure and unwanted, that I'd just get over the charming nickname but every time useless gits like Lucas throw it my way I'm sent back here to Numb City - population; me. I remember the gasps and shock as the sorting hat was placed on my head for not even a moment before I was sorted into Slytherin, from that moment on I was the joke of my year, not even the Weasley Twins could one up me for a laugh, and god did they try.

"You're gonna catch a cold if you stand out in this rain any longer." the first glimpse of any feeling all day corsed through my veins just in the way that he spoke. A tall firey haired boy stood with his arms crossed just a few metres away from me and out of the corner of my eye I can see him frowning. "what are you doing here, George?" I ask quietly, voice hoarse with the little speech today, "I didn't see you at meals this morning and at first I thought you were busy but when i couldn't spot you at dinner- I just got worried... " he was looking at the floor now, standing awkwardly at his confession, George Weasley was the one person in all of Hogwarts that showed any care towards me.

My tear strained cheeks were the adorning feature of my sad face, buried between my knees as I choke down my sobs, which no matter how hard I try to silence them, will carry throughout the stone halls. The feeling of a warm hand gently resting on my arm forces me to look up at a baby faced red haired boy, his soft voice spoke to me "Mum always told me to be there for those who need it the most, and you look like you could use a friend right now." Taking a deep breath, I wipe the tears off my warm cheeks and apologise lowly to the boy who is now sat next to me. "The name's George by the way, and you must be Y/N, you know, I personally think that Lucas was a right git for calling you that horrible name infront of the whole class... If you want, I can convince Freddie to help me give the sod a rat's tail, will teach him for being such a-" I giggle a little as i sniffle my nose, cutting the boy off "don't get yourself expelled for me, George" he shakes his head wrapping his arm around me, "I'd be doing the school a favour either way, just say the word and I'll hex him into next week"

Before I could let any more tears fall from my cheeks, I'm pulled into George's chest, his hand gently stroking my hair, as his other arm wraps around my waist. Safe. I finally feel safe, not that George was my boyfriend or anything, I doubt he'd want to be, but he has been standing up for me since the day he found me crying in the halls, Much to his family's and house's dismay, he truly has stuck by me through the toughest and easiest days.

"let's get you out of this miserable weather, yeah?" George apparates us to his dorm room, pulling me to the stool infront of the roaring fire. He leaves me for a moment to search his drawers for something, walking over with a pile of clothes, "here, change into this and come meet me in the common room" I see his maroon and gold quidditch sweater, be placed infront of me "I can't wear this, George!" he laughs a little "Please, I insist, I know the chaser in you is seething but its the warmest thing I own." I shake my head and stand up to peel my rain drenched robes off of my cold body, George turns to leave the room, walking towards the door, speaking quickly before he shuts it behind him, "Besides, you have no idea how good it'll look on you"

I was stunned, surely he didn't mean it like that, but more in one of those playful joking ways, because there is no way that a man as brilliant as George Weasley could ever fall in love with someone like me. My small feet pad down the stairs, the smell of cinnamon and burnt wood whirling around my nostrils as I see George curled up infront of the fire. I sit on the sofa in front of him and send him a small but genuine smile, to which he responds with a gentle laugh, "I told you, you'd look good in it" with that the thoughts were back, and i couldn't help but blush, looing away for a few moments before his voice draws me back to his eyes once more, "I'll always protect you, you know that, right?" he was running his fingers over his now bruising knuckles, avoiding my gaze. I scan over his red knuckles and pull myself off the sofa so that I'm sat on my knees in front of him and for once I'm the one taking his hands in my own. "Oh George, what have you done?" I ask brushing his hair out of his eyes, "I knocked Lucas out, he was standing around laughing about how he was going to throw a bludger at you so hard that he'll knock the mudb-" I cut him off, "why would you do something as stupid as that, George?" laughing a little, bringing his hand to my lips and pressing a small kiss to his knuckles. "Because I love you so much that the thought of anyone ever hurting you makes me so mad inside that I can't let it ever happen."

I don't think I heard that right, I must just be imagining that he could have ever said the words I've been needing to hear, someone to love me. It must have been minutes because seconds didn't feel right when i was staring into his beautiful eyes. "please say something" he whispers, his hand moving to gently cup my cheek as I smile at him, my brain failing to process any words, I was just nodding, leaning into his touch and before I knew it our lips were connected in a soft but loving kiss, my fingertips moving to tangle in his hair as I bring myself closer to him. In that moment everything felt right. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. "That was definitely saying something." George laughs as he peppers kisses over my cheeks. "however this new relationship may make game days a little... Interesting to say the least, that is if you'll be mine?" by this point I'm grinning from ear to ear, I shake my head connecting our lips once again for a more passionate kiss, when we pull away I trail little kisses to whisper in his ear. "I'll be yours on one condition, Weasley, no going soft on the pitch just because I'm your girlfriend" He laughs, grabbing you by your hips and pinning you underneath him. "That's tough talk, Princess, especially for a girl in a Griffindor Sweater"

[anzcty]

Analysing Episode 6 Sylvie - her actions, her choice and a whole bunch of theories (Spoilers!)

After watching the Loki finale, I have been scrolling through Tumblr for quite a long time. I already knew that people's opinions were gonna be incredibly different but I definitely did not expect this much negative backlash. Especially when it comes to two specific topics - the Sylvie and Loki kiss and Sylvie's betrayal (/choice/actions). I'm gonna be talking about the latter, for it is another time I'll talk a lot about Sylki's relationship. (Beware that this post is also really long though)

First of all, everyone has different opinions and I respect that. I absolutely adore movies, books, TV-shows and videogames because despite what's happening within the story, each viewer has the opportunity to see something else in what they are shown (besides the obvious canon). What I mean is that everyone interprets certain scenes differently and gains the opportunity to make up theories. Therefore I want to clarify that I do, by no means, want to force my views upon others. It's nice to see people talk about the Loki Series (as long as it doesn't get too negative and hateful, iykwim) because every viewer can share their specific experiences with it :)

I'm gonna analyse Sylvie's character a bit ( because, well, I'm bored and I kinda wanna protect my beloved character that I've only had for a few weeks >:^0 AND the only thing I could think about the past day was this episode) and try to explain her actions in the finale (keep in mind: not justifying them, but explaining them).

I'm terribly bad at concentrating on one single topic point so I kinda made a 'list' with questions and whatnot that I wanted to dive deeper into. Your thoughts are also more than welcome!

I already want to apologise for grammatical mistakes, for I am not a native english speaker.

Sylvie's reason for being taken away by the TVA is still kinda unknown

You know, I've heard quite a few theories about Sylvie's nexus event by now. Some people say that she got taken away because she was playing with her toys in a way that indicates her having a good heart (playing as a Valkyrie and wanting to save someone, another hint may also be the reaction she showed towards someone else who got kidnapped by the TVA, yelling at the soldiers to "help them out"). Another theory is that she already knew she was adopted, unlike Loki who found out way later than her. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but we never got to hear the actual reason why Sylvie got kidnapped. Even Renslayer didn't say a word about it.

Now I'm gonna come up with yet another theory. What if Sylvie didn't really have a nexus event in the first place how we know it? In the final episode, Kang has said that he has planned out everything beforehand so both Loki and Sylvie would end up right in front of him. Did Kang's plan also possibly involve him getting killed by Sylvie? Hear me out: We don't actually know if the Kang we saw in episode 6 is the actual 'nice' Kang and not one of his evil variants. He has already talked about 'reincarnation', so who says that after ending the first universial war, Kang didn't reincarnate into someone with an unpure heart (aka, one of his evil variants)? That'd mean that the real Kang would have been killed and the Kang we've seen in the finale is actually an evil version that simply lied to both Loki and Sylvie. Besides that, we also don't know if Kang actually had that 'point' where he didn't know what would happen next. The show revolves a whole lot around trust, not only regarding the characters, but also the viewers. Who's to say that Kang said the truth? Maybe he planned it all out: He created the TVA, let Sylvie get kidnapped and therefore give her a reason to hunt after Kang, who in return could reincarnate if he got killed OR get killed and therefore give his other variants a possibility to conquer the universes yet again. Don't you think that it was kinda suspicious that Sylvie escaped so easily out of Renslayer's hands? The one person who's probably closest to Kang? (Even though, yes, she doesn't know who he is but Renslayer seems to play a very important role in his plan). What if the Kang we saw was the nice Kang though? Would he plan everything up to a point where another universial war would break out because he might know that there is indeed something/someone out there who could end it and therefore, possibly end Kang as a whole or create a new kind of system revolving around the universe? And therefore, get rid of the possibility of another universial war happening? Who knows. I am definitely overthinking and reaching at this point. One more thing that stood out to me while thinking about the episode again today (which kinda weighs more into my theory of Sylvie being a keypoint (or rather a puppet) in this plan): Kang has talked about his Tempad and that he knew that he would need it to have enough energy. But for what? Yes, his initial idea was to give it to Loki and Sylvie to rule over the TVA, but what if it was supposed to be used for another reason? Sylvie used it to transport Loki back to the TVA (though I kinda think he was accidentally transported to another timeline, hence the reactions of both Mobius and Hunter B-15) and therefore get rid of the only thing that could prevent Sylvie from killing Kang. The Tempad was used to secure Sylvie's path and therefore eradicated Kang's only option of safety. You can see the Tempad loosing it's glow after Kang was killed, possibly due to Kang himself being the origin of it's energy. But maybe, it only had enough energy for one specific action: getting rid of Kang's protection. I do think that Sylvie is now stuck at this place and somehow has to find a way back to Loki's reality. The Tempad clearly doesn't work anymore (at least in my opinion) and there was quite a long shot showing the Tempad up close, which is kinda suspicious tbh. Also, something regarding Sylvie's unanswered nexus event feels kinda odd to me, too.

My theory in conclusion: Sylvie (and Loki) are unconciously helping Kang with his plan (a big, big, BIG plan). They're his puppets, especially Sylvie, because she's the one who created the Multiverse to begin with. Think about Loki, who was said to be manipulated by Thanos in Avengers? It's basically the same train of thoughts.

Sylvie does not take Kang's offer into consideration

To be honest, this was something to be absolutely expected of her. Sylvie was kidnapped as a child, taken away from her home and family, and had to grow up in countless apocalypses where she could never form a real bond with anybody because she knew that those people were all going to die anyway. (Please don't judge me if I got that wrong, maybe I understood the next thing wrong? Idk, if so, I'm very sorry) She revealed that she was kidnapped way before Loki was even born (something I have to think about, too, because, if Loki is the actual Loki the other variants are based off, why did he exist after Sylvie? Wouldn't that make him a variant of Sylvie instead? Idk timelines and parallel universes are hard to understand for me :') I'm kinda stoopid ), therefore she must've had spent several decades of her life running away. She had no life at all. Her only goal was to bring down the TVA and whoever is behind it, driven by pure rage, seeking out revenge for stealing her life and basically forbidding her existence. And now that she has found said person, the only thing that'd be right for her character would be to go for the kill. As immoral as it may sound, it is the only thing that makes sense. And I am actually very happy that Sylvie's goals didn't change besides the fact that she did indeed soften up a little and has gotten someone really close to her. In contrary, it makes sense for Loki to do the exact opposite. His goals have changed. He does not act the way he did in Thor or Avengers anymore. He has found another goal for himself: to make Sylvie feel alright. He has had immense character growth and didn't take a chance to change his goals back in the Thor movies or in Avengers, (....maybe later in Thor: Ragnarok, kinda). This is exactly what I think might happen to Sylvie, too. She is at the beginning of her character arc. She doesn't take the chance to change her goal, but goes for her original goal instead. Said goal does not really have positive consequences (though, maybe it might have some? We're about to find out), which results in a so called 'negative character development', which Loki has already gone through. I think that Sylvie is gonna grow as a character in season 2 and get a positive character development in addition, just like Loki did. I highly doubt that she's gonna become the antagonist, it does not make sense at this point.

Why does she not take Kang's offer (besides her very obvious intention ofc)? That leads straight (or not so straight, pun intended) to the next thing I wanna talk about. Sylvie's distrust in everything and everyone. Besides not wanting to let other people go through what she has been gone through and wanting to let people have a free will, she also does not trust Kang with his offer of 'ruling' the timeline. And it might be because she also does not trust the one she'd be ruling with: Loki.

Why does Sylvie not trust Loki?

I don't even have a specific answer to that, except that Sylvie has an incredibly thick wall built up around her. Loki has always been portrayed as the one you should not trust because he's known for backstabbing people. Loki could have thought the same about Sylvie, but he didn't. Due to his character arc, he himself has learned to trust other people and tries to redeem himself with making himself a person others can trust (He may project that onto Sylvie, meaning that he puts his trust into a Loki variant and therefore in himself, too). You can connect that fact with both Sylvie and Mobius. They're both people who are incredibly important to Loki. He wants them to trust him. He openly told Sylvie about his mistakes and tells her that he's not that person anymore. Sylvie on the other hand does not trust that easily and is - in my opinion - a very important key regarding Loki's character development. It is incredibly hard for Sylvie to trust others (probably due to her trauma) and it therefore creates a very difficult situation for Loki, where he has to 'prove' himself as trustworthy. It's basically about 'trusting yourself' if you put it that way. It's something Loki has to learn about himself: not betraying the trust of others. Sylvie might have to learn something like this, too: learning to trust someone else. It's kinda like a two sided coin - one side is about putting trust in others, whereas the other is about gaining trust from others (and what you do with it). (Good) Relationships in general are always based off trust and honesty. So in order for them to be able to have healthy relationships with others and themselves, they have to learn about trust within themselves (I hope you understand my point, I got carried away, sorry). Loki started to trust Sylvie very easily (maybe because of love? Maybe because of something else? There are still a lot of unanswered questions) whereas Sylvie doesn't trust Loki very easily. Sylvie's character arc might (hopefully) carry on with this topic in the next season.

Was that kiss initiated due to emotional or practical reasons?

Kinda both, somehow. I do think that Sylvie used the kiss to her advantage but you can also clearly see how moved she is while hearing Loki's words. Facial expressions are insanely important when it comes to acting and both Tom and Sophia delivered perfectly. You might've already heard of the quote "The eyes tell more than words could ever say". Look at Sylvie's face when Loki tells her that he wants her to be okay. She is teary eyed, sighs even. She is indeed touched by his words and I strongly think that Sylvie also has non-platonic feelings for Loki, despite barely showing anything.

Here's a snippet out of an interview with Sophia:

(Source)

Both Sylvie and Loki are said to be people who can not trust others. They both have a vulnerable side though. Loki clearly showed that several times when with Sylvie (singing to her, the blanket scene, the comfort scene in the room of the timekeepers, the confession of wanting her to be okay) and is also shown incredibly vulnerable at the end of episode 6: there are several shots showing him, crying. Sure, we have already seen Loki cry a few times beforehand but this time, it's different. He cries because the one person he is the most vulnerable with doesn't trust him, and that does hurt like hell. By the way, if you look at the close-up shot of Sylvie after she yeeted Loki back into the TVA, you can see pain in her eyes, too. But that pain quickly shifts into rage and determination. Something that I have to admit was incredibly well executed by Sophia and the people who directed this shot. Sylvie does show her vulnerable side for a brief moment before putting up her walls again and reaching for her goal.

In conclusion: I think Sylvie initiated the kiss as an emotional response to Loki's words but also used it to distract him to be able to kick him back into the TVA at the same time. Keep in mind that it was because he was in her way of fullfilling her goal. She didn't want to kill or hurt him, so she sent him away instead. So, yes, I think the kiss had both emotional and practical intentions.

Did Sylvie betray Loki?

Even though it really felt like she betrayed him, she didn't. Let me tell you why:

Loki knew exactly what Sylvie was gonna do after reaching the person behind the TVA. Loki supported her all the way up until Kang suggested a deal to them, that's where Loki's and Sylvie's paths divided. Loki is a very smart character, he outsmarts a lot of Marvel characters and therefore I think it's very in character for him to consider one part of the deal and outweigh the pros and cons. Not because he wants the throne, no, but because he wants Sylvie to be okay. A universial war could lead to countless casualties - possibly those people close around him, so of course he would want to keep her safe through that decision. Making them both rulers over the TVA and the sacred timeline would probably guarantee a strong protection from several threats. Also, maybe he thought about the possibility of Sylvie regretting her decision (which she clearly did in the end) and wanted to protect her from even more emotional pain. But as we know, Sylvie's intention has always been laid out in front of her and it didn't change. Loki knew what choice she was going to make and merely tried to change her way - without being successfull.

I don't really know what to think about this scene though. To me, it doesn't meet the requirements of a 'betrayal' but at the same time it does feel like one. It's very difficult to explain :'D

Also, I've seen some people asking themselves how or if Loki will ever be able to forgive Sylvie for making her decision. Let me assure you one thing: he will forgive her. He has said it himself: "I know what you're feeling, I know what you're going through". He has been at Sylvie's point, too. Not only once, but several times already. He seems to have learned from his mistakes, Sylvie has yet to do so. ("I betrayed everyone I've ever loved" is a line to keep in mind now, too. Maybe it could even be projected onto Sylvie this time, because Loki is indeed very dear to her) If there's someone out there who can empathise with Sylvie the most, it is Loki.

Why would Sylvie straight up cause another Universial War?

As I already said. Sylvie's arc is a negative character arc. It does not end well and causes a lot of chaos. Think about Peter Quill in Infinity War and his rage moment on Titan. They could have had the infinity gauntlet way before but Peter got emotional (understandable) and therefore destroyed the chance of an early good ending. The same happened with Sylvie. Her decision was mostly emotional, but also practical on the other hand (giving people free will and freedom). She will face the consequences and I'm pretty sure she's gonna redeem herself and tries to help fix the big mess she has caused.

Sylvie's breakdown

Another scene that was absolutely brilliant was the scene after Sylvie has killed Kang. She backs off slowly and then slumps to the ground, breathing heavily (now that I think about it, I think she even started to cry). She has waited for this moment her whole life, but now that it's done, it kinda feels like she didn't exactly get what she needed. Hunter B-15 has already mentioned it before that Sylvie needs to hunt the person behind the TVA down, unlike Renslayer, who only wants to find out who it really is. Although Sylvie might have recognized that this wasn't everything she needed at this point. We already got to know that she didn't have a clue what to do after she's done with the TVA. She didn't have a goal beyond that. And now that she has reached the point where she is clueless, she might have recognized what she really needed beyond finishing her goal: friends, a life, literally anything that doesn't make her feel alone. And she literally just kicked that one thing away from her. Loki, the one person who has been closest to her and gave her the feeling of not being alone anymore, the feeling of having a friend (or someone more than a friend), has been pushed away by herself. I think that in this exact moment where she sinks to the ground she recognizes that not trusting Loki was a mistake this time and that revenge isn't enough to satisfy her forever.

But maybe that one thing that will satisfy her for a long time is something she's returning back to in season 2. I am so excited to see her again and find out more about Sylvie's character!

Thank you so much for reading this! If you want to add something to this list or correct something or anything, feel free to do so. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Sylvie's character in the finale and what you think might happen with her in season 2 :) see y'all, stay safe and have a nice day/night!

[anxiouslyfred]

Star of Wonder

Summary: Virgil’s parents have stifled his questions, and his chances to follow the star to his soulmate with their strict Christian doctrine. That doesn’t stop him from plotting his escape, nor his soulmate from deciding to find him instead.

Warnings: overly strict parents

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“As you will see in your history books, the common belief among Christians is that the stars leading us to our soulmates originated from the birth of Jesus. While many historians disagree with this, due to mentions of soulmates prior to when those stories were first written down, and the lack of archaeological evidence for Jesus's birth being heralded in the way the Bible describes it, many people do follow this belief.” Virgil's teacher had explained in their class. Another student had asked about the story their parents had used to describe soulmates and he was once again questioning everything his evangelical family insisted was true, despite the evidence against them.

So far he'd remained quiet, avoiding the scolding that any questions to his parents understanding of the Bible or Christianity brought, but this had a major question rattling around his mind that he needed to ask. “Mrs Williams showed us the cave paintings showing people following stars for their soulmates today. Do you think the Wise Men were hoping to find their soulmates when they followed it to Jesus? Was that who their gifts were actually for?” He asked that evening when they'd been discussing his classes from the day.

His Dad always had strong views about what he should or shouldn't learn and had often visited the school to demand something was removed or not taught to his son. Virgil could only thank his determined head teacher for refusing to make special accommodations, but it did lead to interrogations over what the classes he took taught him.

Virgil shivered as a frozen solid glared turned to him after the question. “Are you insinuating there could be anything unpure about the immaculate birth? That anyone favoured in the Bible could have such twisted selfish reasons to try and find the Saviour?” His father demanded, voice raising with every word.

The lecture and telling off Virgil received after that lasted a full hour, and ended up with none of their family properly finishing their meal. If he had been reluctant to share his thoughts about religion or soulmates to his family before then, Virgil was never going to bring it up now.

That didn't stop his parents trying to act like the closest family there ever was, but not even strangers on the street could be fooled to believe it. Sickly sweet words of “You never open up to us. We're here and we'll accept the things you share with us” never did pair well when moments later in the exact same tone the words would become “I don't care that you haven't a soulmate, I care that you're refusing to say a thing about it. Just accept it and let us arrange a marriage for you to a nice Christian girl in our Church. I'm sure Gertrude said her daughter hasn't seen a star yet.”

Virgil did everything he could to avoid Gertrude in the Church after that. Her daughter was barely 10 and far too young for the star to have appeared for her; Never mind that he did have a star, hovering by the sunset. He did try to at least talk to the children in the Church, and let them know that asking questions was okay, but usually better to be directed to people who are open to them. It was the least he could do to hopefully give them a better time of it than he had with his parents.

He went through the actions of following their wishes, applying to the local colleges and doing the volunteering they insisted the family had to do, quietly messaging online forums for support and help. Virgil was doing everything he could to get his route out of the town and chance to follow his star as soon as college began. He never accepted the place his parents thought, but sent his acceptance letter off to the college two states to the west and had packed his suitcase already. As soon as he heard when move in day would be for the dormitories Virgil was going to be on a train there. His parents couldn't then try to track him down using the car they'd given him only to claim use of it if ever they were attending separate functions.

There was no certainty about where the star was leading him. Whomever his soulmate was lived too far away so the star remained high high in the sky but Virgil hoped it would lower at least somewhat when he got further away from his home town.

The star moving towards him and getting noticeably lower each day after school finished for the summer was something Virgil realised with dread. His parents had very clear views over who he should end up with, completely opposite to the people that had attracted Virgil before. Whomever his soulmate was though now seemed to be heading in his direction and rapidly.

Virgil kept an eye on it, watching from his bedroom window, bringing cloud gazing into the activities they'd use to occupy the kids in the playscheme, anything else he could think of to watch the stars movement and try to guess when they'd arrive.

The suitcase was completely packed with all the last things he'd been keeping out of it when the star was level with the roofs of the houses. Virgil didn't know who his soulmate was, didn't have a clue what their relationship would be when they arrived, but if they were going to come seek him out, he was taking any chance at escape they offered.

He was watching from his window that night, almost at midnight, just wondering if the star was going to stop moving and rest for the night or if he'd be meeting his Soulmate that night. The car that turned down the road looked worse for wear but not half so much as the person that jumped out of it as soon as they drew level with his house. The car hadn't even stopped when that happened, but he didn't have time to stop and think about that.

Virgil while mentally relieved that his soulmate was at least masculine framed knew that if they revealed themself to be his soulmate, especially after knocking on the door in the middle of the night, well catastrophic would be putting it lightly. He was grabbing his suitcase, hurrying downstairs as quietly as possible and still didn't manage to open the door before the first knock had sounded.

Looking at the person, Virgil covered their mouth instantly, hearing movement upstairs. “Sorry, I knocked something. Just wanted a glass of water to see if it'll help my mind settle. I think I can been a racoon in the trash so I'll chase it off while I'm down here.” He called upstairs, not loud enough to wake his parents, but enough that they'd hear if one had woken up.

A glance down the street showed another door getting knocked on by the driver of the car so Virgil shoved his case out of the door. “I'm Virgil, your soulmate if the star on my head doesn't give that away. Worst type of Christians up there so lets get this in the car and figure out what can happen then. If you'd prefer to just dump me in a motel somewhere close to you it would be better than here.” He hissed out, ignoring that his hand was now getting licked until he had the door pulled shut.

“I'm Remus, pretty one. You seriously running away with me in the middle of the night? Have you heard some of the most brilliant stories that come from people doing that?” His soulmate leant into his space. “You smell good, but I still can't decide what pronouns to use for you. I'm he/him, and so's Ro-bro. You know who he's going to be waking up?”

The wave towards the car at the end of the road had Virgil snort, “The pretentious git leading the choir. I try my best not to know him. I've stuck with he/him pronouns so far, but if that changes I'll let you know.”

“Are we really running, or can me and Ro have a sleep before you want to get away? Either works cause crashes are great fun to get out of and you're more likely to get into them when driving tired.” Remus asked, taking the suitcase and beginning to head back down the road.

“I'm not gonna change your plans. Just tell me what you're intending and I'll see if I can help, like by pointing out there's a fully furnished but currently empty house 2 blocks away. Might be worth it to crash there tonight.” Virgil had checked the area once he saw the star getting close to his town. Breaking into places would cause him a heck of a lot of anxiety over what would happen if they got caught but facing a screaming fit from his parents was worse.

Remus didn't care though, already loading the car and rushing over to Ro. “My soulmate wants us to break into a place a bit away so I'm stealing the car. Either get your soulmate to let you stay over or come find us. I'll park as close in front of the place as Vi-vi lets me.”

Now they were a bit closer Virgil could see Remus was identical to Ro. It felt sort of like he was high on sleep deprivation and meeting his soulmate, all his anxiety muffled through a fog of knowing change had arrived and he wouldn't have to pander to his parents religion anymore.

This was just the start of an adventure but he could keep the star close by now.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

The Birth of Sun and Moon. Part two.

Part 1, Part 3 baby blues

The following in part 2 of 3 of a piece of writing about the birth/spawning of the Dark-Cream ship kids Celestial star and Luna light.

This takes place in a universe separate to @zu-is-here dark cream story and splits of somewhere around 'the price of happiness'. Any continuity errors should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline.

Synopsis: a few days after the last piece of writing. Dreams soul spawns the twins. It happened out of no where. Confused and alone. How will cross react?

Why.

How?

Why.

These (for the most part) where the only things going through Shattered's mind, as he lay on the floor of the void, where he'd collapsed a few minutes before. He lay almost paralysed. Unmoving.

His eyes were locked on it. A tiny little thing. It was completely covered in the gloop and wasn't moving at all. If Dream hadn't known any better, he'd have thought that it was just a lump of gloop.

But he knew better.

It had started with a leach from his soul. Then a deep and sudden pain. It had been a very painful experience. Though not the most painful, that prize would always belong to his corruption, his consumption of the golden apple and being turned to stone. Yeah, the pain hadn't been anywhere near the pain of those events.

However, it's suddenness had made it the most shocking. It had felt like his whole body had been shocked with electricity and burned with fire all at once. Then it felt like his soul was splitting apart, he supposed it kind of had been.

Was it... Was it dead?

Dream moved his hand underneath his chest and attempted to push himself up. However his arms gave out under him and he weakly fell back down onto his chest. It still hurt to move his body. He felt even more drained then he did after to much positively.

Shattered didn't take his eyes of the gloop. He waited for it to move. It still didn't.

Come on Dream! He thought to himself. He couldn't just lay on the floor until Cross came back. After taking a deep breath, he attempted to push himself up again. His body complained as he did so. Through gritted teeth, he pushed himself into a sitting position.

His body ached and complained, but now he was sat up.

It still hadn't moved.

Maybe it was dead. It wouldn't surprise him if it was. His soul was very damaged due to the corruption, so it wasn't a good soul for spawning. It had never been an issue before, since he'd never wanted or even thought he'd be in a place to have children.

However, a trickle of sadness ran through him, as he stared at the un-moving blob.

This child was un wanted, but no person could ever be happy about a child being born dead.

It hurt a bit, although he knew it couldn't be helped. He could never be a parent anyway. It wasn't really in his nature. On top of that, Cross had never expressed a desire to have children to him, so... maybe it was better this way.

It also hit him that since the spawn with accidental, it was most likely a unpure spawn. Unpure and born from a corrupted soul? There was no telling what that could cause. So in the end he started to feel relieved.

Despite that, it would probably hurt Cross if he found out about it..... So he should dispose of the body as soon as possible.

After a brief pause, Shattered summoned a tentacle. It hurt a lot more then normal and felt a lot heaver then he was used to. It fell limp at his side. He truly hated these tentacles, they brought him so many painful memories. He'd swarm off using them unless absolutely necessary. The pain was subsiding now, but it was still ever present. Slowly and carefully he lifted the tentacle up and moved it over to the blob

He curled it around it and tugged slightly. But then something happened.

There was an ear splitting screech and suddenly it sprung to life.

Dream jumped backwards, then shuffled back. He continued to shuffle backwards until his back hit the sofa.

His soul hammered in his ribcage. What. The. Hell.

His eye lights locked onto the blob again, it was now moving. Squirming, convoluting and making a most uncomfortable gargling noise. 1000 thoughts and ideas ran through his mind in an instant. But in the end he settled on one.

It was alive, he was a parent.

This thought froze him in his place. He could no longer feel the pain rippling through his bones, or his soul racing. He felt nothing but numb.

It continued to wriggle and started to cry. It was in distress and was calling for him. But feeling nothing, he simply continued to watch it rive in pain.

So many times he had heard people talk about an instant love. An instant connection to their children the moment they are born, a special feeling from deep in the soul. People said it was the most amazing feeling. Like a feeling of being complete. But Shattered felt......... nothing.

The gargling and crying continued, but now it just felt like background noise to him. He just stared.... spacing out.

He didn't notice as Cross returned to the void, he didn't notice as Cross approached the scene and he didn't notice as Cross bombarded him with questions about what had happened? where the gloop had come from? and what the blob on the floor was.

But what he did notice was Cross approach the wriggling mass and wrap his coat around it, picking it up gently. He noticed as Cross rocked it slowly from side-to-side and he noticed as it quieted down and stopped screaming.

He blinked. "Cross..?"

Cross looked over at him, "Dream... why is there a baby here? where did this come from?! Are you alright?"

Now that Dream has been snapped back to reality, the pain that ran through his bones hit him again. He winced slightly and leant his head back against the sofa.

"I.... I guess... I spawned..... I don't know how to describe it properly"

He felt suddenly very weak and very dizzy again. The gravity of the situation was crashing down upon him. Now that Cross knew about it, there was no going back.

Cross simply stared at him for a moment, then back at the tiny creature.

"........ Are you saying that this is your baby?" he paused for a moment before adding "or.. our baby?"

Dream slowly nodded.

Cross had a look of pure disbelief on his face. "How? why? How it this even possible?"

He rocked the tiny creature a slightly.

Shattered simply stared at him. He felt slightly disheartened that cross hadn't seemed to notice he was in a bad state, but he figured that the situation must have just been a big shock to Cross.

"it's...." he said running his hand across his face "an energy being thing.... I'm not really fully sure about how it works myself.... it must have been something to do with when we were soul touching"

Cross continue to rock the tiny bundle. The gloop started to drip down his arms slightly from where it's still covered the baby. He didn't seem to even notice and didn't seem to be listening to Dream anymore.

It was then Dreams saw something that truly made his heart drop.

Cross smiled.

Dream could see it right then and there in his eyes and in his face. The happy, natural, instant connection kind of starry-eyed Love. The one people claimed to feel upon first seeing their child. The same kind of love that Shattered had been unable to feel.

His soul twisted in his chest: he felt truly horrible. He wanted to cry but decided it was better not to.

Cross walked over to Dream and carefully sat by him.

Dream could now see Cross had wiped off the majority of the gloop from the child. They seemed to be sleeping now and they seemed peaceful.

But then something else court Dreams eye, a tiny little of light next to them. A second being. There were two.

"twins.."

Dream said, his voice shaking slightly. Twins!? was this some kind of a cruel joke. Was life trying to make a mockery of him? It wouldn't be the first time.

"Twins!?" Cross said, turning to dream "what are you talking about?"

Dream simply sighed and gestured slowly to the tiny ball of light. It moved slightly.

"that's what energy beings look like upon their birth" he said. He was so defeated.

Cross felt another rush of joy follow through him. But this soon faded as Cross finally noticed his partner's condition. Dream looked more exhausted and drained then he'd ever seen him. He felt like an idiot.

"Wait.... are you alright? you don't look so good Dream"

Dream gave him a sidewise glance. Finally he noticed.

If today had been a normal day, Dream would have taken the opportunity to mess with him a bit. After all, playing with Cross was always fun.

But today? It wasn't a normal day. He just wanted a hug.

"it's just the process is very straining.... I'll be fine..... my soul just needs to rest for a while"

With that Cross seemed relieved and turned his attention back to the baby. He nuzzled it slightly. Dream looked away from the scene.

".........."

Dream felt himself wishing to cry again. No Dream. Stay strong.

"look..... I didn't know or I would have told you" he said quietly "I had no idea... I'm sorry about this. I know you didn't really want children"

Cross let out a light chuckle.

"Are you kidding? this one of the greatest gifts you've ever given me" he smiled softly.

Dream looked back to him instantly. "What!?"

Cross turned to his lover.

"I'd always accepted that I'd never be able to have children... and I was fine with that because I had you, but now... " He smiled wider

"I know that your whole thing is shattering dreams but right now you've made another one of mine come true".

Cross kissed him on the forehead and nuzzled him lovingly.

"I love you so much you know"

Normally a kiss or a nuzzle from Cross would have made Dream's soul skip a beat. But right now, it made him feel sick. Truly and utterly sick.

Resting his head on Cross' shoulder, he relaxed his body weight against him. It was all to much. Way to much. He couldn't take it. He just wanted it to stop.

Maybe he could just rest for a while and when he woke up this will all just be a bad dream.

He closed his eyes and slipped unconscious.

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Part 2 yay! So happy! @zu-is-here I hope you like this like the other part.

Thank you everyone! Part 1 was taken very well, so I hope this is a good follow-up! Thank you for reading.

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Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii

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The Dark cream twins belong to me :)

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