#when I can remember clear as day the moment my father told me he wouldn’t care if I died

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I hope there will be a day when someone says something nice to/about me and I can actually fully believe them.

If y’all decide to have kids, please don’t emotionally neglect and abuse them.

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His daughter (sully family x reader) part 2

Y/n’s anxiety was the worse growing up, if she hadn’t done it right or if her father didn’t approve she’d panic. Anything she did was effortless and beautiful but neither of them saw that. If you challenged Y/n, she’d prove you wrong immediately.

For as long as Y/n could remember everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special, something intangible, something immeasurable, and it gave her “confidence”.

However no one knew much she put into getting all her skills in check. There was so much stress in such a young girl to please the people. She saw her father as gold at the top of the mountain and her mother’s proud smile as the sweetest item amongst Eywa creations. She wanted their approval so badly..

*

Y/n had scrapes and mud along side her knees and body, it only got worse as she crawled further up the small trunk of a tree. Here she was moving her fastest as she goes against Neteyam who had been given a simpler task of obstacles. She struggled to breathe through the tight space…panicking at the realization that she wouldn’t succeed

I want it, I wanted it bad

The bloodshed and exhaustion was getting to her

but there were so many red flags

When she crawled right through, Neteyam had already been rewarded, the dirtest part of him being sweat and very little mud. Y/n’s sorrow was written all over her face, that afternoon she walked home covered in mud, drops of blood and sweat..she weeped to the empty forest that night begging Eywa to give her the sweetest reward on her…to save her and have her succeed further than she could imagine..

*

She loved her father and his approval, she wanted it more than anyone else. He knew this, he made her dependent and knew she’d crave it. If Y/n couldn’t stay with him forever, he’d find a way so that she would. Sure, Tuk was younger but Y/n was his real baby, she had almost died on him and he wasn’t going to let her go after that.

When Y/n wasn’t with Jake, she was with Neytiri. She wasn’t only her mother but Y/n’s best friend. Their relationship was so strong. On the days Y/n was exhausted she rested her head right on Neytiri’s lap as she played with her hair, she looked like a cat, calmly sleeping in her mother’s lap. It’d be hard to decide weather she was a daddy’s girl or mamas girl…but you’d have to take into consideration that when she was with Neytiri she at least provided a sense of that peace..mamas girl. It was true, Y/n spoke very highly of her mother constantly even if she had betrayed her…

*

Y/n had been speaking to one of the little girls who was asking to learn about human culture that Jake had taught her growing up..

“…mmh and Mother’s Day is the day people celebrate mommies?..”

“yes sweetheart!”

“What do you think about your mother?”

“My mom is a very important person in my life. And I think she taught me a lot of lessons in life, how to respect the public and the rest of my family. And I think it’s very important to have a mother and I want to be like her.”

Y/n’s voice was clear and you can tell she meant every word. The moment was cut short when an adult asked Y/n to aid them in healing..so she left the child alone with her mother. Neytiri’s eyes watered to her daughter’s sweet answer..

“And you? What about you?”

The young child looked dearly and innocently at Neytiri, filled with excitement to get a deeper connection between the two.

“Growing up I always told y/n to not change her way of being. You know, to all the time be humble and caring how she is with everyone..She’s a very special girl. Same as my other kids, all kids are special of course but..without her, I can’t imagine a life without her…she’s very important, she keeps my family together..”

Everything Neytiri had stated was true, Y/n made sure to develop a close relationship with her siblings. Her parents had been so connected to her and all was well with their family, as long as Y/n was there. As soon as Jake was gone she’d comfort her siblings and give them all her love. That was just the type of person she was.

*

Jake and Neytiri ripped Y/n apart. Their love was toxic to the child..

Jake would practically tell Y/n not to listen to her mother when she instructed her to stay behind during training and Neytiri would have Y/n sit on her lap while she cried, it may have seemed sweet until you realized that she was crying from the stress of canceling on her father and him yelling at her while her mother sat and watched..there’s no denying that she’d loved them until her final breathe.

They isolated her..

*

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! What you waiting for?”

“Please come out and play with us!”

“Y/n likes to stay in the house children..she can’t play right now.” (Neytiri)

“Oh..please let her come out and play with us now..”

“She can’t, she has important Navi’s to meet today..” (Jake)

Jake passed a smile at the young children, he heard himself say pure bliss. Y/n was being set up to meet perfect leaders that will help guide her and Neteyam as clan leaders. The child sat in silence with a saddened face, making eye contact with the children right before her father closed the curtain..

M-A-M-A-G-I-R-L

mama’s girl

mama’s girl

D-A-D-D-Y-G-I-R-L

daddy’s girl

daddy’s girl

*

When it was time for dinner in the morning, Y/n ate in silence. Her eyes were red from the crying. Jake didn’t even dare to stare longer, knowing that he too was upset..

Tsireya and Ao’nung had interrupted their breakfast to let them know that they’d be ready to teach as soon as they’re ready and to meet them at their Maui. The entire family walked in silence ready to greet the Tonowari, Ronal and their kids.

Ronal was instructing Tsireya on what’d it be best to start with today..however a certain someone in the small crowd of demon bloods caught her attention. All teens were quietly discussing amongst themselves except Y/n…she was dazed and looking right past Ronal, sheeply smiling at the home.

“Y/n!..are you tired today?”

The exhaustion was practically noticeable to the healer who can feel it. Y/n immediately glanced at her father, seeing his smile had dropped and she was now frightened that he’d be upset and start an argument right then and there.

“..no.”

She passed a gentle smile, attempting for it to wash over.

“No..okay you look a little tired.”

“Perhaps, it’s all the traveling..im sorry. I can assure you , your home and island has done me good the last couple of hours..sorry.”

Ronal was satisfied in Y/n’s answer. Soon it was time to begin training and the adults and children went their separate ways.

Ao’nung didn’t know where he’d even begin to start a conversation with her…but he found a way.

“..so not tired?”

Y/n turned and laughed at his awkward attempt, smiling at his efforts, being silently grateful.

“I am, but that’s between us! Your island is very beautiful..”

“Once you get used to it, it’ll be ordinary..normal!”

“Yea..when it’s not an everyday thing, you’ll learn to appreciate it I guess. Sorry, what’s your name? Just asking so I get it right!”

“Ao’nung, and your Y/n correct?”

“Yes Ao’nung. How about we run in the water together!”

The young boy liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, she said it as though she knew him forever. Y/n made their conversation comfortable, and she even offered a good race. The rest of the practice went well and the group got awfully comfortable. Ao’nung and Y/n connected immediately. When Y/n got home that bond seemed to be the hottest topic at the table..

“How was practice today? Everyone did good?”

“Yes sir! Everyone did great, their ways are different but good to learn.”

Neteyam spoke proudly, despite his sadness about leaving his position back at home he felt good to learn new ways of life.

“..mmh im sure of that. Anything else?”

Everyone knew Jake was trying to get Y/n to talk, but her stubbornness wouldn’t allow it. She was furious with him, he had yet to feel bad about anything he said. Lo’ak however thought it’d be best to make his twin sister smile; he just didn’t realize what he was about to say would be the wrong place to bring it up.

“Ao’nung is crushing on Y/n!”

All four siblings turned to the brother, shocked that he’d bring up the topic they thought they had silently agreed not to.

“Hehe..no he’s not.”

Y/n replied with an awkward frustrated laugh and stern voice, telling her brother to be quiet.

“…Ao’nung mmh…you know you can’t y/n-“

“I never said I would.”

Jake’s face was surprised at how quick she was to talk back and he immediately got defensive.

“Well I’m ordering you not to.”

“Im not a soldier, Ao’nung and I are just friends.”

Y/n had left a distaste in Jake’s mouth that made him no longer want to speak. The family tried moving past it while Y/n stayed silent. In the back of Jake’s mind he was panicking, afraid Y/n wouldn’t focus on training and that she’d fall behind and never learn their way. All the issues would fall like dominos…if she fell behind, she wouldn’t learn, if she didn’t learn she would become dependent on Ao’nung, if he wasn’t there she wouldn’t know what to do, if she didn’t know what to do…she wouldn’t survive at all. He didn’t even take into consideration that Ao’nung was the one teaching her the way of water, he just thought of him as some boy..oh how was he so wrong..

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Them reacting to seeing you do something weird

characters: Collei / Kuki Shinobu x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: I decided to try and write something for two of my favorite 4 stars again since I don’t get all too many requests for them.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Collei

Among the forest Rangers in Avidya Forest, almost no one could confidently call themself a bigger expert than you when it came to the wildlife inhabiting the forest. If there was an animal living in it, you knew it, if someone needed to know how it looked like so they’d be able to recognize it, you had sketchbooks full of detailed portraits at the ready and if there was anyone that wanted to learn about them, their best choice of action was to ask you.

That being said, you had a tendency to get lost when wandering around the forest alone, and so Collei was quickly assigned to helping you keep your sense of directions when out to research, the win-win situation of you having a helping hand while Collei got the opportunity to learn from the experts beating the prospect of having to search for you day and night everyday.

“I remember the first time I ventured out into the forest, I was what? Barely ten years old? My mother always told me how panicked my father was when I didn’t return at nightfall, you should have seen his face when he found me playing with a shame lion not far from home, he was so relieved you could basically see the weight fall off his shoulders, it was great… I did get into trouble afterwards, but that didn’t stop me from going back barely a week later”, you talked about your childhood while shoving branches to your side, trying to make a somewhat clear path for the two of you, all the while Collei listened to you as if put under a spell. 

You weren’t that much older than her, probably only a few years older, and yet you were already regarded as an expert in your old field. Collei couldn’t help but admire you and yet, when she heard how early you started to get interested in the animals living in the rainforest, she started to understand the reason for your success.

That being said, not everything in your stories seemed to make sense.

“Your father was relieved when he saw you playing with lions??”, you could hear the shock in Collei’s voice as clear as day and while her reactions seemed like the only plausible one when confronted with such a detail in your childhood story, the sheer and utter confusion on your face made her question if playing with lions wasn’t as abnormal as she thought.

“Lions? Oh Archon, no. Shame lions, those small green creatures that can change their colors depending on the background. I can show them to you if you need a refresher”, you offered, shooting her a quick smile before turning your head back forwards.

“Shame lions? …Do you mean Chameleons?”, Collei asked hesitantly, hoping she was on the same page as you and didn’t accidentally insult you by implying you didn’t know how to pronounce the animal’s name.

“...Chameleons? I-is that how you pronounce that? Heh, that explains quite a few of my weirder conversations actually”, you stated with a nervous giggle, your face growing red as you awkwardly scratched your cheek, only to eventually break out into full-on laughter, worrying your companion for a moment, before your laughing eventually infected the ranger.

���Thanks for telling me, I guess the others didn’t have the courage to correct me… that or they were far too confused to.”

Kuki Shinobu

For most of her days, Shinobu was surrounded by Inazuma’s brightest, watching their sober forms do things normal thinking people wouldn’t do after drinking a barrel of the strongest alcohol money could buy the same way a child would watch an animal in a zoo, and yet, she knew her colleagues long enough to not bat an eye, no matter how stupid the predicament they found themselves in.

Hanging around Itto and his boys made her appreciate the quieter moments in life as well as thank whatever deity was responsible for introducing people to each other that you were a part of her life. You knew how to hold a conversation, were kind and always thought about how your actions impacted others and hid a brain behind those eyes of yours… a welcome change of pace for her.

So when the two of you bumped into each other on her way home, only to decide to walk along the beach in hopes just being near the water would be enough to cool you down somewhat, considering the scorching hot weather, only for you to ask her to stop for a bit so you could cool your feet in the water, refusal wasn’t on Shinobu’s mind for even a second.

“Don’t you want to step into the water as well? It has just the right temperature!”, you happily asked after putting your hand in it for a second, testing the water before quickly readying yourself to step into it, pulling your pants up a bit so they wouldn’t get wet, only to stop when Shinobu called out to you.

“Your shoes.”

Without missing a beat, you hit your forehead with the palm of your head, an embarrassed look spreading across your face as you giggled to yourself. 

“Of course, I nearly forgot. Thanks a lot Shinobu!” Your shining smile coupled with hearing her name leave your mouth was enough to make her cheeks heat up, not enough for you to notice, considering her facemask, however, something she thanked the heavens for.

Just as quickly as you had stopped, you returned to pulling off your shoes before placing them on the sand and jumping into knee deep waters… your socks noticeably still on your feet, a fact Kuki didn’t miss in the slightest, her eyes widening at the sight of your drenched socks.

“Wha-?”

“Something’s wrong?”, you asked, completely oblivious to what caused the person in front of you to be rendered completely speechless. 

It took her a few seconds and about ten times of blinking her eyes in hopes it would all turn out to be a hallucination before she finally responded, trying her best to look away as to not constantly remember her brain of what was in front of her.

“N-no, nothing.”

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Amnesiac XII (Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, violence, mentions of past assault, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

~

“Sarah, it’s fine,” you told her. “Really.”

The blonde girl didn’t look so convinced, grimacing at the dark coloring on your neck that you were desperately trying to cover up. The incident had happened a week ago, but she still looked rightfully horrified. You knew that it wasn’t just the bruises or what had happened but more importantly who had done it.

“I understand why you never told me,” she had murmured later that night.

JJ had been searching your bathroom for some cream while she sat with you on your bed, holding some ice to your skin.

“I mean…Rafe’s always been Rafe, you know? But…”

She had looked down, eyes troubled.

“I still love-loved him. He’s my brother, and no one wants to think someone they know is capable of something like that.”

There had been a beat of silence.

“How do you even begin to tell me something like that?”

She had shrugged just as JJ stepped out of your bathroom, worriedly brushing his fingers over your skin. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be in attendance tonight, Sarah helping you with your hair as you applied makeup to your neck. With all of your memories back, you recalled how often your mother threw senseless dinner parties. It always was nothing more than an excuse to show off to the other wives of Figure 8, and tonight would be no different.

In truth, you wanted to be anywhere but here. Of course, now, with all of your memories back, you remembered perfectly well what she was like, so you weren’t surprised at her lack of reaction with the return of your memories. A simple hum had been good enough for her, and you could only assume she had at least mentioned it to your father in passing seeing as he never acknowledged it, at all.

“She was very adamant about my being present, tonight, and we both know why.”

Sarah softly exhaled at that.

“I’ll always be just something to make them look good,” you murmured, putting your beauty blender down.

You would’ve skipped out on this farce entirely, but your mother had had one of her scarily strict moments where she’d made it clear under no uncertain terms that you were to be here. When you asked if Sarah could at least be present, her enthusiasm should’ve been your first clue that the night was going to go horribly wrong.

“What-what do you mean?”

You watched your mother put the finishing touches on the table, setting out charcuterie boards and champagne glasses. She was oblivious to your distress.

“I’ve been friends with Rose for years as you now well remember, so I don’t understand this attitude.”

You resisted the urge to huff, your stomach churning.

“…but why does Rafe have to come too?”

She turned to look at you with a deep frown.

“He is your boyfriend,” she pointedly said. “Why would I not make it clear to Rose that I want him in attendance?”

This time you did huff, blinking back tears and swallowing down any negative emotions that came up at the mention of Rafe.

“Rafe and I broke up,” you lied, ignoring the look on her face. “…and let’s just say it ended really bad.”

You watched as your mother rolled her eyes, waving you off.

“You kids are so young,” she chuckled. “You only just started dating. You’ll be back together in another month or so.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at her.

“You’re not hearing me, another annoying habit of yours that I unfortunately remember.”

At this, she stopped to turn and frown at you, a hand on her hip.

“Rafe is not a good guy. He’s not, and I can guarantee you that I will not be getting back together with him. Ever.”

“Now, you’re just being ridiculous. You and him have been the best of friends forever. Whatever happened, I’m sure you’ll get through it-.”

“We won’t,” you interrupted.

You were so tempted to scream in her face that Rafe was a psychotic rapist who snorted coke more than she snorted Xanax.

“You’ve always been so dramatic,” you heard her mumble as she turned away, hands raised. “Whatever…whatever. All I know is that he is coming tonight, and I do expect you to at least be cordial. I mean, he looked after you so well with your accident and all, for God’s sake.”

Her words made your chest tighten, and you had to physically fight to keep from vomiting. Rafe had not ‘taken care’ of you. He had taken advantage of you, and your lost memories, playing out the fantasy he’d been dreaming about for years. He had violated both your mind and body in ways that your mother wouldn’t even be able to comprehend, and that was why you gave a bitter chuckle.

“Fuck you,” you breathed.

She spun around to stare you down with wide eyes, shocked.

“Excuse me?”

“I am your daughter, and I am telling you that Rafe is not good. Not just for me, but for anyone, but me especially,” you choked out. “I’m telling you that he hurt me, and your response to that is how dramatic I’m being? Your response is to tell me to be cordial?”

She opened her mouth, but you wouldn’t let her speak.

“You have no idea what Rafe is like,” you whispered. “You don’t know what he put me through.”

“Y/N-.”

“You’ve always kissed his ass,” you spat. “I remember that above all else, and since you think he’s so great, why don’t you date him instead?”

She didn’t have a response, simply snapping her mouth shut in shock. You brushed past her, taking the stairs two at a time and running into Sarah at the top. Her eyes were wide, clearly having heard everything, and she didn’t seem shocked to see you putting on some shoes.

“I take it we’re not staying,” she said, putting on her shoes too.

You looked around, quickly grabbing your old backpack.

“I knew that coming back for even a night or two was a bad idea,” you quietly said, grabbing some clothes from your closet. “I can’t stay here.”

It went unsaid, but it was clear that you planning to leave for good. You noticed that Sarah was on her phone, no doubt texting Kie, and you grabbed everything you thought you’d need. She eventually helped you, and it was only when you noticed her own necklace dangling from her neck did you pause.

“What? What is it?”

“JJ said he was going to make me another one, but… I left the necklace he gave me at your house.”

Sarah worried her lip, nodding.

“I mean, Rafe won’t be home…”

That reminder made your shoulders ease, and you nodded. You didn’t bother sneaking out, casually walking out of your house through the front door. You could hear your mother in the kitchen, and you didn’t care if she heard you leaving or not. Kie shook her head as you approached her car.

“Why you even bother coming back, I’ll never know,” she said. “You never stay on this side of the island for more than a few days.”

“Blame Mrs. Y/L/N,” Sarah grumbled as she slid into the backseat. “You know her and her dinner parties.”

“She was really mad when she thought I wouldn’t be coming,” you told Kie. “…but then I realized why.”

Kie glanced at you, pulling onto the road.

“She invited Rafe.”

Kie looked appropriately horrified at that.

“You should’ve seen Y/N. She told her to fuck off and everything. It was great.”

Sarah laughed to herself.

“Well, that kind of explains why we’re going to Sarah’s house, I guess,” Kie mused.

“I left JJ’s necklace there,” you told her. “…and the house will be empty, so I won’t have to make JJ go through the trouble of making another one.”

Kie didn’t respond to that, and when you glanced over, she was smiling at you.

“What? What…?” you repeated when she didn’t say anything.

She just shook her head.

“You guys are just so cute,” she said. “I know you had your reasons, but I wish you had told us sooner. I would’ve loved teasing JJ so much about it.”

You rolled your eyes.

Now that you and JJ were out and in the open with your relationship, you felt like something akin to a newborn baby being brought home. If Pope wasn’t looking at you two with a dopey smile then it was Sarah. Or it was Kie asking if you two wanted anything from the fridge, continuously glancing over her shoulder as she walked away. Or even John B. asking if you wanted to spend the night in the van when JJ’s dad was around and you didn’t want to be anywhere near Figure 8.

“Trying to get him to even talk to you was like pulling teeth,” Sarah chimed in. “…and now he’s going out of his way to fight my brother over your honor.”

The car grew quiet at the mention of Rafe, and Kie’s voice was low when she spoke.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna…go to the police? At least for your neck,” she gestured. “The bruises are still there, and we all saw him.”

“Yeah, I don’t care if he’s my brother, Y/N. I’ll happily tell them how awful he is.”

You had thought about it a lot, especially when JJ was begging you in the darkness of his room. Your head had been resting on his chest as his fingers danced over your arms, his heartbeat hadn’t been as steady as you would’ve liked.

“I don’t think I’ll be okay until I know he can’t get to you anymore,” he had whispered. “A restraining order…jail…”

He had trailed off, not saying what he had said earlier in the night. The words had shocked you for more reasons than one because while JJ was impulsive and a little rough around the edges, he wasn’t a killer. You could never imagine him killing anyone, and even if he could surprise you, even if he did have it in him, you wouldn’t want him to.

Both the memory of JJ’s words and the feel of Rafe’s hands around your neck had kept you up that night.

“Part of me wants to just to keep JJ from doing anymore stupid shit…”

You all hopped out of Kie’s car, a sigh of relief escaping you at the sight of an empty yard and clearly empty house.

“…but another part of me just wants to avoid Rafe for the rest of my life without a fuss. You know he’ll put up a fight, and-.”

You cut yourself off, biting your lip.

“Ward and he might fight, but that’s still his son. He’d absolutely try to protect him against me.”

You leaned against the house as Sarah opened the door. Neither she or Kie said anything to that because they knew you were right. You visibly shuddered when Sarah flipped the light on, and you took in the house. You hadn’t been back since that night, another night in which Rafe had his hands around your throat.

Sometimes you wondered what might’ve happened if you hadn’t spoken to JJ at Midsummers. You wondered if your memories would’ve come back much later…or if they even would’ve come back, at all. JJ was connected to a lot of lifechanging moments, so you supposed it made sense that being around him more would make you remember so much more, or in this case, everything.

“It’s in the guest room,” you told Kie as you both walked up the stairs. “I had brought this little jewelry box from my room with random stuff in it, and it was there.”

Upon stepping inside, she helped you search for it. Considering that you didn’t want to be in this house any longer than you had to be, you wanted to get this over with. After several minutes of searching, you realized that it wasn’t in here.

“What?” Kie asked as you paused, a frown on your face.

“It’s not here.”

“Where-.”

“It’s in Rafe’s room,” you sighed in realization, more to yourself than her.

Kie’s silence was loud, and she looked like she wanted to speak up in worry for you when you shook your head.

“It’s fine, I… Let’s just find it and go,” you hurried out, rushing down the hall.

Your stomach twisted the moment you set a foot into his room, memories of his lips on yours and his hands on you bombarding your mind. It was times like this where you were grateful for Rafe’s cleanliness because it made it easier to find what you were looking for. There, on his nightstand was the box, but when you opened it…the necklace was gone.

“Asshole,” you whispered to yourself.

“What? It’s not there?”

Before you could answer, you both heard the door slamming shut downstairs. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were just about to tell yourself to calm down when Sarah spoke…loudly.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here, in case you forgot.”

Rafe’s voice traveling from downstairs made you shudder, and you and Kie froze, looking to each other with wide eyes. You grabbed the box, prepared to run out and into another room when you heard him coming up the stairs. You could hear Sarah trying to stop him, distract him.

“I’m not in the mood, okay?”

The irritation in his voice was evident.

“I thought…I thought Mrs. Y/L/N was throwing some dinner thing. I thought you were going…”

There was a brief pause, and you could almost imagine Rafe looking her over.

“I thought you were too…then I get there and neither you or Y/N is there,” he replied.

The knowledge that he had only gone to see you terrified you, and you slowly cracked his door open, looking down the hall and seeing both him and Sarah right at the top of the stairs. Your eyes briefly met hers over his shoulder, and you closed the door back, feeling like you were going to be sick. You turned to see Kie trying to get his window open, but she was having a hard time, and your panic grew.

“Where’s Kie?” you heard Rafe ask.

Sarah hesitated before replying.

“What?”

“That’s her car outside…so where is she?”

The girl in question quietly cursed when the window wouldn’t budge, and you looked around.

“She’s in my bathroom.”

Rafe didn’t respond to that, and impulsively, Kie pushed you down towards his bed as she ran for his closet. You struggled to crawl under, pulling your feet under just before his door opened. Your eyes were wide, never having thought you’d not only be in here again, but also be this close to him again.

You could hear him walking around, angrily ripping off his nice shirt, tossing it to the floor in front of you. You turned your head, watching his every move and feeling like your heart was about to leap out of your throat. You flinched when he momentarily sat on his bed, the mattress dipping a bit, and you pressed your hand to your mouth.

You only felt relief when he stood and made his way to the bathroom, starting the shower. Even when the door closed, you didn’t completely relax, not until Kie was hurrying out of the closet and helping you out from under his bed. The necklace wasn’t even on your mind as you both ran out of his room.

Sarah exhaled in relief when she spotted you both. None of you said a word as you hurried down the stairs, desperate to get as far away from this house as possible. You made it to the yard when Sarah finally spoke.

“I swear to God, he has the worst timing,” she complained, making it to Kie’s car.

She turned to say something else but cut herself off with a startled shriek. You barely had time to turn around before a hand was grasping your arm and yanking you towards the last person you wanted to see. He didn’t look damp, at all, and you had to wonder when he figured out that it wasn’t just Kie who was also in his house.

“Rafe,” Kie screamed as he pulled you towards his truck.

It was three against one, Sarah and Kie fighting to get him to let you go while you pulled against him, but you didn’t know if it was the testosterone or the kind of strength that only cokeheads possessed as he dragged you along the grass with ease. Your feet dug into the ground to no avail, and you gasped when he slammed you against his truck.

“Y/N and I are just going to go for a little drive,” he bit out, opening the passenger door.

“Rafe-.”

You swallowed your words when his hand gripped your throat, and Kie and Sarah only paused when he shook you.

“Touch me…and I’ll break her neck. I promise you, I will,” he sneered, glaring over his shoulder at his sister.

She looked like she wanted to say something, probably something in protest, but considering that she’d witnessed him trying to kill you before, you could see the doubt in her tearful eyes.

“Rafe,” she eventually whispered. “Let her go…and we can all just talk right here.”

“I don’t want to talk to either of you,” he said. “I want to talk to her.”

He was looking at you, now, and you swallowed under the icy chill of his stare. His pupils were blown, and you guessed that he’d snorted something before driving over here. The silence was loud and thick with tension, all of you trying to gage his next move…but it was Rafe.

He was never predictable.

You slowly reached up to touch the hand on your throat, surprised that Rafe let you peel it away.

“Call the police,” you forced out, and Rafe chuckled.

He found that amusing for some reason as he forced you inside. You looked between Sarah and Kie, trying to reassure them that you were going to be okay.

“Just call the police,” you repeated.

You watched Sarah take out her phone to do just that, and you and Kie shared a look as she took out her phone too. You didn’t agree with it, but you couldn’t expect her to just not call JJ. Smarter than you gave him credit for, Rafe climbed across you to get into the driver’s seat, a hand still on your wrist as he closed your door and locked the vehicle.

You didn’t know if you just felt that there was nothing else Rafe could do to scare you, or if you were just numb for the time being. His hand was tight on your wrist, and you worriedly looked out of the window as he recklessly pulled out of the yard.

“I didn’t want to believe it before, but I definitely do now…”

He chuckled to himself.

“You think I’m stupid.”

“I-.”

“Come on. Neither you or Sarah are at your house where you’re supposed to be, and I’m expected to believe it’s just her and Kie in the house?”

You didn’t say anything to that.

“Let me guess…you were looking for this?”

He let you go to reach into his glove compartment, pulling out a familiar necklace. You bristled at the sight of it, hurriedly catching it when he literally smacked you in the face with it.

“Here,” he spat. “At least you can say your trip wasn’t in vain.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, glaring at your former best friend.

“What do you want?”

He glanced at you as he flew down the road, and you thought to yourself how you’d probably die almost instantly if you tried to jump out.

“You know what I want,” he mumbled, blue eyes looking out the windshield now. “What I’ve always wanted.”

“…and you got what you wanted,” you said through clenched teeth. “Several times over.”

Rafe looked at you with wide eyes, and you noticed that he was watching the road less and less. You didn’t even know where he was taking you.

“You think…you think I just wanted sex from you?”

He let out a dry laugh, rubbing his nose as he looked between you and the road.

“If I just wanted sex from you, I could’ve drugged you years ago,” he said, making your heart sink. “I could’ve gotten you so drunk, you wouldn’t have been able to walk.”

You swallowed.

“You know how easy it would’ve been to just fuck you? Huh?”

You watched the way his fingers tapped against his steering wheel.

“God knows I’ve had ample opportunity!”

“Rafe-.”

“I love you.”

You didn’t have a response to that, and he frantically blinked, glassy eyes focused on the road.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember…”

“That’s not love.”

“…and JJ…JJ didn’t even like you.”

You glanced away.

“He thought you were some spoiled privileged rich bitch that didn’t belong on his side of the island!”

He laughed, and it lacked humor. It was wracked with bitterness.

“…and he is who you want?”

His eyes were wide as he said this, face incredulous.

“Maybe I should’ve treated you like something on the bottom of my shoe, and you would’ve fallen for me too.”

“That is not-.”

“Maybe spoiling you and taking care of you and treating you like you meant something to me was the wrong thing to do.”

“You didn’t do any of that to be genuine, Rafe! I was never your friend,” you told him. “You never saw me as a friend, and you know it.”

“What does it matter? I would’ve given you anything you wanted.”

“Except a genuine friendship, right? I wanted to be just friends…and you denied me that, so at least be honest, Rafe.”

His skin strained over his knuckles as he gripped the wheel.

“You weren’t content with just being my friend,” you whispered. “…and you tried to rape me, tried to claim me as yours anyway. That’s not love.”

You watched his jaw clenched.

“You took advantage of my accident…you violated my mind and body. You lied to me and manipulated me.”

Now, it was your turn to let out a sour chuckle.

“You tried to kill me.”

You were looking directly at him, now, a bitter smile on your lips.

“That’s not love, Rafe.”

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel,” he snarled, his booming voice filling the car as his fingers brushed his chest.

“Your actions tell me, Rafe! Nothing about what you’ve done to me screams ‘love’. I would lay off the coke and weed if I were you,” you threw at him, glancing around. “Where are you even taking me? You have to be stupid if you think Kie wasn’t going to follow you.”

He genuinely laughed this time, and the look he gave you made you grow cold.

“I wonder how far she could really get without a stupid spark plug.”

You face fell, and you glanced behind you to see nothing but a dark road. There were no lights, not even a hint of a car without them on. What little confidence you had was now gone. It was getting late, and you didn’t know what Sarah had told the police, if they would even take her seriously. You knew that Kie had called JJ, but what did any of that even mean when no one knew where Rafe was taking you?

You reached for the wheel, stomach lurching when the truck swerved. Rafe yelled at you, but you knew that Rafe either had to stop the truck or risk killing you both.

“Fuck,” he cursed as the truck swerved again, hitting the wheel as it ran off the road.

You jerked when he slammed on breaks, and the strap of your dress ripped when he reached for you. He screamed your name as you practically fell out of the truck, taking off into the night. It wasn’t long before you heard him running after you, and you almost fell when you ran out of your heels.

You didn’t realize how close you were to the beach, stumbling when the soles of your feet met sand. Your vision was blurring with tears, and you could hear Rafe getting closer. You yelped when you felt him grab your dress, your other strap snapping, and you fell into the dirt under his weight. It was a struggle, but Rafe flipped you onto your back, and you retaliated by spitting in his face. Rafe grabbed your shoulders, jerking you and slamming you against the sand, and stars danced in your vision.

Your fight was frantic, heart racing in your chest. You were reminded of that night outside of his house, how helpless you felt while pinned between him and the wall. It was much like how you felt now, pinned between him and the ground. It was obvious to you what Rafe was trying to do, again, and this wouldn’t be like your ‘relationship’.

There wouldn’t be feigned romance or gentleness. You weren’t manipulated into thinking this was your loving boyfriend who only wanted to be with you. There was no wool over your eyes about who was on top of you. This was Rafe Cameron, your former best friend, your tormenter, the guy who’d proven that he didn’t care who he had to hurt to get what he wanted.

Rafe let out a pained huff when your knee came up between his legs, but even though his hold loosened, he didn’t let you go entirely. You struggled to turn over and crawl away, hissing in pain as Rafe’s nails dug into your legs, literally clawing at you to drag you back. Your fingers left lines in the sand as he did, and the sob you’d been trying to hold in finally escaped.

His hand slid under your neck, holding you to him and choking you. His other fumbled between you, and every time you tried to move away, his fingers pressed into your throat, making you wince. Your feet kicked and strained, desperately trying to get out from underneath him.

“Stop,” he hissed at you. “Stop fighting-.”

“Get…off,” you gasped out. “Rafe, get off-.”

You swallowed the rest of your words, squeezing your eyes shut when he pushed his way into you. You both gasped for different reasons, and your nails dug into the sand as he pressed a hand into your back, holding you in place while he thrust into you. Your forehead grazed the sand, and you clenched your jaw when Rafe’s face fell into the crook of your neck.

“See how perfectly we fit together?”

You swallowed, tears spilling over.

“She’s clinging to me,” he whispered, grinding against you. “She doesn’t want to let go.”

The sting of his thrusts eased, your body involuntarily warming up to his ministrations. You could barely see a foot in front of you you were crying so much, but Rafe didn’t seem to care. His hand remained on your neck, keeping you in place while he fucked you.

“I know JJ doesn’t fuck you like this,” he breathed, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck. “I know he doesn’t.”

Rafe rolled onto his side, taking you with him, and the hand at your throat slid down to your waist, fingers pressing into it. His other pulled your dress down, fondling you and massaging you while pushing his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your nails dug into his skin, and your tears ran past your ear and into the sand.

He groped you, teeth biting into your shoulder and neck. Every attempt to get away was unsuccessful, and your stomach clenched with every thrust. Rafe’s forehead pressed to your back, and you shuddered.

“I’m not wrong,” he panted, pushing his cock up into you. “I’m not wrong to take what’s mine.”

[futurewriter2000]

Something Universal - pt. 1

A/N: I was just listnening to an Audiobook that really highlights subconsciousness and spiritual laws and I thought how cool would it be if Professor Trawlaney had a daughter that is very similar to her. I also am at the seaside and have literally nothing else to do than waste my phone battery and read.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

XX

When it comes to unseen, invisible and unknown power of the Universe, people like to turn a blind eye. People, Muggles, Wizards and Witches run from the universal power, simply because they cannot accept that there is something more powerful than them.

You’ve transformed yourself to suit other people’s beliefs but the urge, the curiosity in you just didn’t let you be that.

You were the apple of your mother’s eye, witty, beautiful and spiritual. You’ve never shown any gift of seeing beyond the third dimension but you have tried. You have tried so many practices but it just wasn’t in you. The gift just didn’t descend and though you were frustrated, you were also relieved. A part of you wanted to carry on your mother’s legacy, another part was relieved you wouldn’t witness the horrors the gift can bring.

Your mother was the greatest mother to be. Your childhood was brought up in muddy feet and much joy-brought adventures. There was so much light in your child years, where you can remember painting freely with your fingers, shaped cut out potatoes, sponges, brushes and anything your eye could find. Every single moment with your mother was colourful and happy- as if every day was a holiday, something worth celebrating. Your mother always asked you, each and every day, what were you thankful for and your answers were easily answered; the food, the grass, the rainy day so the two of you could spend time inside, cleaning with music on, dancing and especially… her.

Until- just a few years before your Hogwarts admission a tall, magnificent man walked into the house.

*flashback*

“Professor Dumbledore. To what do I owe this visit?” your mother smiled through an unexpected surprise.

“Mrs. (y/l/n), good day. May I come in?” He gestured, flicking his eyes to you and seeing a small glint in it. Back then your mother still had your father’s last name… all before this day.

Your father stepped in front of you, tall as he was also magnificent, he smiled and held your chin in his large hand. He smiled gently, reassuringly. He brushed his thumb over your cheek before walking to the visitor. “Professor Dumbledore, to what do we owe this late pleasure of the evening?” He smiled widely, showing his famous, charming smile.

“Well, I come on some private business- the one I think is meant for more adult ears.” He said as he walked to you, squatting to your level.

Though he was, he still intimidated you with his presence. You could almost feel the strength of his aura, blasting you away with it but you stood firmly on the ground. “You’ve got strong magic in yourself, miss. I hope you will bless our magical school with it.”

This time it was your mother that stepped in front of you, blocking the view with her long skirt. Her eyes weren’t surprised anymore, they were protective. “Go to your room, (y/n).”

And with that you ran up stairs and stopped at the end to listen. You knew you should go to your room. Your mother’s voice changed tone only when she was serious, when that was on very rare occasions.

You still stayed and listened- your intuition told you so. Your ears missed most of Dumbledore’s proposal but your mother and father talked loud and clear enough for you to hear.

“I do know I owe you my education, professor but I do not wish to tap into the future for your purposes- not for what you are about to ask me.”

“Your gift, Mrs. (Y/l/n), is extremely rare in this world. It is not to simply tell the future, it’s the prophecy of the war.”

“Exactly, the prophecies do not work as readings. They have their own power- they are simply dangerous to mind and soul.” She said frustrated and you could feel your father comforting her.

“I know of prophecies.” Said Dumbledore. “ I know I ask many of you but I also offer you, no matter the consequences or results, you and your family will be taken care of.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning your daughter would be under my protection if her gifts develop as yours did.” He said. “And this has been a thought as well before my proposal but I will be in a need of a Divination class when the old centaur retires.”

“That is wonderful news.” Your father exclaimed and you could see the smile on his face. It wasn’t easy to forget. “Sybill…” he pleaded. “Think of our little girl- wouldn’t you want to know that she is safe in the near future? In this world… in this war…” his voice got quieter.

“I never want to read into her future…” she said and you smiled because she promised you she would never and you knew you were safe forever.

*end of flashback*

Yet she did. Arguments after arguments with your father, who pleaded for stability, meanwhile your mother pleaded for safety. Your father reassured her how strong she is, that nothing can break her, not this prophecy, since she had survived many before. But she was weary, your mother, because becoming cocky didn’t belong into her character and she was afraid.

But what was one more prophecy. She promised him this one, the last one, and never again. She did not want to put the mother of her child in danger. To lose herself, you as well.

And you knew, you felt it. Something was in the air that day. It was and you knew it was a bad thing to do but she smiled and reassured you. You pleaded with your father, but he cupped your chin as always, he brushed his thumb over your cheek and he smiled. It worked like a charm. You were safe. You were always safe.

Until you were proven right.

Your mother wasn’t your mother no more. You lost her slowly. The day after, she felt “under the weather” but one day turned into one month soon after. She was pale like the wall behind her. She had no shine whatsoever.

Nothing was happy and colourful after that day. Your father tried but he never did his safe movement. He smiled but his eyes never did. Must have been the guilt.

You tried but it was like talking to a stranger.

Your mother almost went blind from the prophecy, so your father made sure she got the prescripted glasses, which took all of her facial features. Her whole appearance changed and you knew, your father didn’t recognise her as well. But he tried and he tried until there came a day when he saw the burdon it took upon you.

“I am thankful for today’s sun.” You said just before you were turning 11. You took her hand but she moved it away, her eyes bulging through those horrible glasses. Your heart broke and you could feel something hard form in your throat. “I went out to buy some school supplies with dad… we had fun so I am thankful for that too…” your voice starting to wander off as you realised you are talking to a stranger.

“That’s wonderful, dear.” She said as if she knew who you were. “And your mum?” She asked and you felt tears form in your eyes. “Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you. Is she not in the picture.”

You smiled through the tears. Memory loss was present for a few months now but still you weren’t used to it. “She’s not herself lately. She couldn’t come.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” She said, her voice wandering off as she looked into the sky. She then looked at you, confused and disoriented. “Dear… where am I exactly?”

And that was pretty much the last normal conversation you had. She had her memory of her childhood and her life at Hogwarts but you and your father were very much out of the picture.

Your father felt guilty for it. You knew. He wasn’t himself and he took up drinking. It was your auntie, his sister, that sobered him up and he turned to be hard as a rock. The guilt was there… but he hid it behind a hard exterior. He said he had to be tough for the both of you but the truth was, you needed him to be soft again. You needed his smile, his gentle hand raising your chin up when everything felt low. That never happened.

Now you sat in the Divination class, looking at your mother scrambling her things into her large purse and silently talking to herself.

You smiled… you smiled because she did that whether she was crazy or not and that comforted you. It did. It gave you hope that maybe she was still in there- after all these years.

“Khm…” you heard somebody behind you and you turned around, startled.

There was a completely different lightning when you spun around and you couldn’t see whether there was a brown-haired boy- no, red-haired, looking down onto you or a tree, taller than ever.

Until he squatted down to your level, his brown comforting eyes setting on yours and his smile, charming as ever. The feeling of seeing his face felt almost familiar… felt warm. “Thought you might now that the class is over.” He spoke softly and you smiled just as back.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You said, scrambling your things as well and holding tightly onto your bag. “I just got lost in thought.” You got onto your feet and almost knocking yourself down as your foot got stuck onto the robe.

His hand placed itself on your waist, pulling you slightly back up. Despite that you didn’t fall, he was still ready to catch you.

He removed his hand to avoid discomfort but he eyed your mom and grinned. “Spoke to her about my last assignment. Let me go easy for not turning it in.” He said as he gestured your hand to walk in front of him.

You kindly took to gesture.

“I saw you sitting up there, thought you might entered some universal state from the way your eyes were fixated on the professor.” He said and you felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment.

“Like I said… I got lost in the train of thought.” You replied.

“Yeah, thought I might do a good deed there and check if you were alright.” He smiled and you let out a short laughter.

“No wish to go to hell?” You eyed him.

“That wish evaporated a long time ago.” He whistled for the effect and both of you laughed. “You seem to admire her though… professor Trawlaney, I mean.” He said and you stopped to look at him. “I saw it in your eyes when I looked up. Usually, people-“

“People are cruel.” You finished for him. “And she does have a special place in my heart.” You continued to walk slowly. Nobody knew she was your mother, not even the staff in this school… nobody except the Headmaster and your father. “And that’s the truth.”

He stopped at the intersection and continued to look at you. “Something… something…” he started but it was as if he was lost for words.

“Something what?” You laughed.

“I can’t put words together but something about you…”

[kirausamaria]

Stolitz’ Fanfic: Boyfriend’s Therapy Session.

This is the first fanfic I have even added a fanart to, but I wanted to do something special for reaching 1000 plus followers on Twitter. Thank you so much for your love and support even when I don’t share too much art or fanfics (life’s fault), and I hope I can make you smile a little with this fanfic.

Stolas was expectantly looking at the main entrance of the palace, waiting for his dear Blitzy to arrive. Since they started dating they made a compromise of meeting at least twice a week, and until now Blitzo had kept his promise and arrived at his palace, or Stolas would visit at his place when his work finished a little later than usual. Everything was going smoothly for both of them.

‘Only 10 minutes left’, Stolas said to himself, happily looking at the clock.

10 minutes later, Blitzo opened up the door and entered with lazy legs. As Stolas stood up to receive him with a huge squeezy hug, he stopped when noticing something wasn’t alright.

Blitzo had a very tired face. You could even say he looked gloomy. Who are we kidding, the whole background behind him had a dark gray color.

‘Erm, Blitzy, are you alright?’

      ‘Of course, better than ever! Why would you even ask that?’Blitzo grumbled just clear enough and tugged himself to the living room’s sofa in order to sink his full face on it.

Stolas walked to the sofa as well and sat on the corner, silently staring at the depressed imp for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth:

‘Blitzo, are you sure you’re ok?

‘I mean, I woke up today so I guess my day was good enough’, Blitzo replied with a muffled voice because of the cushions.

‘Would you like to talk to me about it?’

‘Ugh…’

Blitzo lifted his face to see a cute Stolas smiling while gently patting his own lap. How could Blitzo refuse his invitation? He crawled a little forward in order to rest his head on it. He needed some soft head strokes from his fluffy boyfriend in order to gain some strength to talk.

‘Well, actually I had a little argument with Loona this morning at the office’, Blitzo started explaining while looking at the floor. ‘I told her she should be more careful when going out with shady guys with ill intentions because they could hurt her. She just yelled at me telling me she was strong enough to handle things by herself and to back off. I begged her not to be with boys who could be a bad influence and she answered back telling me I was a bad influence myself and she just walked away.’

Stolas didn’t say a thing, he just kept listening at his boyfriend, waiting until he finished letting everything out.

‘I mean, she is not wrong, I did a bunch of things I’m not proud of, and hurted people I cared about…it’s just *sniffles*...I’m trying to do better, I really am, but not sure if it’ll ever be enough for Loona to listen to me, to love me’.

Blitzo just stopped talking and hid his face on Stolas’ robe. Stolas could feel some small and warm teardrops falling on it, and even when he tried to look calm while listening to Blitzo, he could only imagine how he felt as father to be dismissed for things he had done in the past.

‘Oh, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas finally replied while caressing Blitzo’s head, ‘I know sometimes because of fights like that you may feel that your daughter doesn’t appreciates you, but during the times I’ve spent together with you all I was able to see it, little moments that showed me how much she cares and understands you really love her. 

‘Really?, Blitzo asked with a soft whine. ‘Like what moments?’

‘Remember when you got sick and stayed home while I tried to help with the office’s paperwork? I was actually making such a mess *giggles*, not on purpose of course. Loona got angry at me and explained to me how to do things properly so you wouldn’t have to do extra work after you came back. Then after the job was done and I was about to leave and go to your apartment…do you remember that topper full of soup I got for you to eat?’

‘Huh, yeah, you made it for me, right?’

Stolas started scratching the back of his neck. 

‘Well, actually Loona made it’.

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Yeah, Loona prepared it at the office’s cafeteria. She brought a bunch of veggies and cooked it as well as she could. She was too shy to ask Moxxie for help, I guess’. Stolas said with a wide smile staring at Blitzo who had finally lifted his head from his lap.

‘Loona…did she really do that for me?’ 

‘Of course! He was worried for his dad!’, Stolas replied. ‘She made me swear I’d say I made it, but I’m only responsible for bringing you the medication and the horsie plushie’.

‘Loona…my sweet baby…she actually loves me…’ Blitzo started sniffling again while standing up and hugging tight to Stolas’ chest trying to hide his tears.

‘Blitzy, sometimes children say things that are hurtful because of the heat of the moment’, Stolas continued while reciprocating Blitzo’s hug. ‘I’ve been there with Via as well, it’s something that happens. But do not be wrong, everytime you show them worry and caring to them they feel it, they know your love is genuine. I know you have had a rough life path Blitzy, but each one of us can see how hard you’re trying to make things change for the better. You trying so hard to move forward and improve yourself for all of us around you is one of the reasons I fell in love with you’.

Blitzo sobbed quietly for a couple of minutes before he was calm enough to look at Stolas, who patiently waited until he was ready. 

‘Ugh, my bad, I hate to be seen like this, it’s so embarrassing’.

‘Aww, you don’t have to be embarrassed for showing me your crying face at all, Blitzy’, Stolas said with a sweet smile. ‘Your softness is another reason why I love you so much.’

‘I knew you were a f**king sadist’, Blitzo replied with a low voice. His face was blushing a little.

‘Do you feel a little better darling?’

‘Yeah, I guess so. Erm, thank you Stols’, Blitzo said with a shy smile.

‘Always my pleasure my sweet little imp’.

‘Stop calling me those names God damnit!’ Blitzo started giving little punches with his closed fists to Stolas, with a face redder than before.

‘Ahahaha, I’m sorry! You’re so cute I just want to give you all the pet names in the world!’, Stolas said while covering himself laughing.

‘Mmph!’ Blitzo pouted and saw the opposite way. Stolas knew he wasn’t actually angry. Actually he looked much calmer than before their talk. But Stolas was planning to improve his dear boyfriend’s humor a little more. Giving Blitzo a happy look he said:

‘You know what darling? I feel you’re still feeling a little down. Why don’t we work a little on it? You look like you need to relax a little more’, Stolas said, getting closer to Blitzo in a very suspicious way.

‘Stolas, I think I’m good enough to move forward with it so…’. Blitzo suddenly paused and recognized the naughty look Stolas always gave him when ‘that’ was about to happen. ‘Oh no, Stolas, don’t you even think about it…no, I refuse and…Woah!’.

Blitzo didn’t move quickly enough to Stolas grabbing him and cradding him like he was a big cat. He then gave him a little nuzzle and giving happy leaps he reached the bedroom. Then he laid on the bed still holding Blitzo with one arm, long enough to hold on his legs so he couldn’t go away.

‘Stolas, I, I swear to f**ing Satan that if you don’t let me go I…’. Blitzo was stuttering and trying not to show his excitement for what was about to come.

‘Oh, my little Blitzy, no need to be shy. Just enjoy your therapy session of the day, you really need it, don’t you think so?’ Stolas mischievously said.

‘I f**ing don’t, ok? J-ust don’t do it, I…Mmmph!’ Stolas started giving him peppering kisses and smooches all over his face, focusing more on his cheeks because he knew it made Blitzo giggle almost instantaneously. Blitzo tried to make an upset face as long as he could, but it was a lost cause.

‘S-Stolas, no, I’m warning y-you, cuhut it out…no…stop…pfff! Hehehe, nohoho…’

‘Oh, you’re laughing! That’s wonderful, it seems like you’re enjoying my kisses my dear Blitzy!

‘Nohoho, I’m nohohot!’, Blitzo protested between giggles. Not very convincing.

‘Oh, maybe you need a little more affection!’ Stolas then started walking his fingers slowly on Blitzo’s stomach, trying to get a wobbly nervous smile from him, which wasn’t too hard to do. Blitzo was very susceptible to Stolas’ playful teasing.

‘Please, don’t dohoho it…, I will…pfff! Ehehehehe!’.

Stolas wiggled a single finger over Blitzo’s stomach, giving light tickles only. Usually Stolas would tickle Blitzo with all his might to the point of Blitzo falling asleep right away after his play, but on this occasion Stolas just wanted to pamper him and make him feel happy. 

‘Ehehehe, Stohohoolas! Nohohot there, hehehe!’, Blitzo said between giggles and squirms. ‘Not my stomach, hehehe!’

‘But your stomach is so soft , cute and ticklish, I can’t stop tickling it!’, Stolas replied, not using all his hand’s fingers to keep the soft tickles going, making Blitzo laugh and squirm harder.

‘Ahahahaha! Stahahahahap!’

‘I got your belly button!’, Stolas cooed while wiggling one finger inside Blitzo’s belly button, after going under his shirt. It didn’t tickle as much as the rest of his stomach but Blitzo still laughed.

‘You f***heheher, juhuhust wait until I’m freheheheee!’, Blitzo yelled before falling into more laughter. Stolas just laughed at seeing his boyfriend trying to sound menacing with no avail. 

‘Aww Blitzy! You trying to sound menacing under these circumstances is totally adorable! Please do it again!’, Stolas cooed again, while tickling Blitzo’s neck with his fingers this time, making him squirm from one side to another, trying to cover the side of his neck Stolas attacked alternatively .

‘Ahahaha, I hate you sohohoho much!’, Blitzo said without meaning it so much.

‘Oh, is that so? Maybe you don’t feel relaxed enough yet. What if we focus on your favorite spot now?’.

Blitzo knew what spot he meant, but tried to act like he didn’t. ‘Whahahat the f*ck you’re talking about, hahaha!’.

‘Oh, yes you do, my dear Blitzy!’. Stolas began playfully walking his fingers from Blitzo’s stomach to his ribs, poking in some places just to keep his excitement going, Blitzo couldn’t stop giving nervous giggles while Stolas’ fingers were close to reach that feared spot.

When Stolas’ hand reached the upper rib right under his underarm and tickled  there, Blitzo jolted and let out a loud squeal while laughing and squirming like crazy.

‘There it is! There’s that happy spot! Stolas cooed while holding his own laughter. Blitzo’s laughter was Stolas’ serotonin without a doubt. Blitzo weakly tried to protect his side and squirmed on Stolas’ arm, and then let out a squeak when Stolas suddenly changed to tickle his other side.

Blitzo didn’t give any smart ass comeback as he usually did. He’d rather die than admitting that he really loved being tickled there, but the fact that he kept quiet while laughing his a** off meant he was trying to enjoy every single second of his tickle therapy. 

When Stolas vibrated both of his hands while still holding Blitzo on both sides of his ribs, he let out such a loud and happy squeal that his embarrassment grew about 150%.

‘Aww, that was such a cute sound! Please do it again for me!’ Stolas cooed while still teasing his dear mate’s ribs.

‘Youhhhhuuu…ahahaha *hic*! F*ck, hahaha *hic* stahahahap!’

‘Alright, alright, I’ll change places now’, Stolas said, holding Blitzo now over his chest. Then he started quickly poking his back, making him jumpy and squirmy all over again, especially when Stolas poked a very ticklish spot. 

Blitzo could only squirm and laugh, his face hidden on Stolas’ fluffy chest, trying not to show him his face, now red as a tomato. That changed when Stolas dug his fingers on his lower back. Blitzo instinctively arched his back, showing his face and cackling.

‘Ahahaha! Stolahahahas! Nohohot therehehehe!’

‘Why not? You love when I scratch the base of your tail’.

‘But not like thihihhis! Stahahahap!’

‘Alright, I just give you a little more treatment and I’m done’, Stolas said with the sweetest voice he could ever do, making Blitzo afraid about what would be coming next.

Stolas suddenly lifted Blitzo from his low back and let Blitzo’s waist and head hanging from the bed, making his blouse go down to his chest. Because of the force of gravity it was very hard for Blitzo  to lift his arms and protect himself from what Stolas was planning.

Stolas walked his fingers over Blitzo’s stomach at a very slow pace, making him both afraid and excited, making it hard not to start giggling in front of Stolas. First making circles around Blitzo’s belly button, then proceeded to skitter his talons all over Blitzo’s stomach and ribs, making him laugh at an instant.

‘Tktktktktkt!’

‘Nahahahah! Stolahahahahs! You’re the worhohohorst ahahaha!’

‘Oh, really? I thought I was the sweetest boyfriend ever, giving my dear imp boyfriend so much attention!’, Stolas said feigning ignorance. Then he started softly scratching each rib and then giving him soft pinches on them, making Blitzo all giggly and squirmy.

‘You’re so cute, my dear Blitzy! How was I able to get the most handsome, yet the most ticklish imp in the whole hell?’.

Blitzo just stopped fighting all at once, now too lazy to lift his arms and fight against Stolas. His tickles were too light to even care, and at this point Blitzo was having a lot of fun feeling Stolas’ caring touch. Blitzo had given up a long time ago about falling in love, even more getting love from someone, but Stolas was giving him just that right now. Every touch, every caress he received from the owl prince, made him both shudder and melt.

After almost 10 minutes of being upside down laughing and hipcupping,  Stolas lifted Blitzo and gave him a tight hug, giving him a moment to compose himself. Blitzo finally gave a long sight and stared at his boyfriend.

‘God damnit Stolas! You and your silly games!’

‘Did I go a little too far, perhaps?’, Stolas replied, tilting his head and looking too cute for Blitzo to even fake he was angry at him. He just looked away, blushing.

‘As always’, he said. Next time it will be your turn to get a therapy session, and it will be a full 1 hour session!’

‘Oh, really? Do I need an appointment for that?’, Solas replied, a little too enthusiastic about that scenario’.

‘Ugh, I forgot you enjoy anything I do to you’.

‘Wait, you don’t enjoy everything I do to you?’stolas said, faking being offended.

‘Anyways, I’m tired and I just wanna go to bed now. Can we just take a bath and rest?’

‘Of course! Let me take you to the royal bath, your Highness!’, Stolas playfully said while carrying Blitzo to the bathroom as if they were dancing in a ball. Blitzo couldn’t do anything but stare at his charming Prince’s eyes while dancing, hypnotizing him.

‘Mom, look at the new trick I learnt today!’ A little Blitzo yelled while approaching his mom with a giant circus ball. His mom just stopped what she was doing and sat looking honestly eager to see what his son had prepared for her. His little twin sister also quickly joined the audience.

Holding a little baton on his right hand, Blitzo began spinning it and then jumped on the ball, doing circles across the room while still spinning the baton. Then he jumped backwards letting the baton go, kept standing on the now still ball and holding it with his tail. 

When the act was done, both his mom and sister clapped, smiling a lot.

‘Oh, my Blitzo! You’re so talented! Everyone will love your act!’

‘Do you really think so mom?’, Blitzo said with shinny hopeful eyes, receiving a hug from his mom. ‘Do you think people will love me’.

His mom kindly smiled.

‘Of course Blitzo. Someday people will love you as much as I do’. His mom held him tightly and gave him a lot of smooches, making him giggle.

Blitzo opened his eyes to find himself in the arms of Stolas, who was already asleep. Blitzo could feel his warm breath on the nape of his neck, and his soft chest feathers warming his back. Beginning to doze off again Blitzo took Stolas’ arm and held it against his chest, letting himself be hugged by him.

Before falling asleep, Blitzo mumbled to himself while smiling:

‘Mom, I’ve finally found someone who loves me’.

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[lmk-warrior-cats]

"To name the heavens" - LMK AU Prologue

This is an AU created by @your-average-art-dealer combining Lego Monkie Kid and Warrior Cats. This chapter takes place before the main story of LMK WC and details the day LittleCloud (MK) got his warrior name. This is my first ever fic so please keep that in mind while reading!

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LittlePaw was terrified. It wasn’t hard to tell- from his fidgeting paws to his quick breaths, he was a bundle of nerves from head to tail. This wasn’t without reason, of course, at sunset he would be receiving his warrior name!

Except… he wasn’t a warrior, not even close. Cicada, one of his dads caregivers, had told him stories of the abandoned cities and mystic realms beyond the walls of their Twoleg’s noodle shop. The tales of great protectors, powerful factions, cosmic powers beyond the wildest imaginations, and the noble origins behind a warrior’s name.

Ever since LittlePaw could remember, Cicada has made it clear that he wanted LittlePaw to follow standard naming traditions, ensuring that he would first possess the suffixes “Kit” then “Paw” and finally he would be given an extension to his name worthy of his accomplishments and skill!- when he was ready…

He wasn’t ready. He would never be ready. He would never be worthy. He wasn’t smart, or powerful, or charismatic, or-

“LittlePaw?”

LittlePaw jumped and swiftly turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was PigBelly. Of course, it was. He could always tell when LittlePaw was worried or sick or any state of being that wasn’t his normal ‘laid-back goofball’ self, and today was no exception. 

Pigbelly jumped up onto the stone wall, sitting next to Littlepaw. “You doin’ alright, kit?”

No. “Yup! Why do you ask?” He lied, flashing a big smile at his guardian. He hoped it would be enough to fool him, but PigBelly only looked at him with concern.

“Y’know you can talk to me, right? it’s not a bad thing… to ask for help when you’re nervous—”

“I’m not nervous!” LittlePaw retorted.

PigBelly let out a heavy sigh and continued “I know you’ve built the whole ‘warrior name’ thing up in your head cuz of the way Cicada talks about how ‘important’ it is,” he rolled his eyes “But it doesn’t really matter- it doesn’t!”

LittlePaw looked down at his paws. “Doesn’t it though? Isn’t your warrior name supposed to mean something? To tell others what makes you special? To define who you are—”

“Nobody gets to tell you who you are, LittlePaw. Nobody.  Not other cats, not the universe, and definitely not some name.”

LittlePaw let a small smile creep onto his face, trying to ignore how wet his eyes felt.

PigBelly looked at him and smiled  “And if anyone EVER tries to tell you who you are-” he chuckled a bit “I’ll make sure they won’t be able to say anything ever again!”

“What?! Pigbelly!” LittlePaw laughed.

“I’m just sayin’!” he turned back to the view beyond the wall “You startin’ to feel better?”

LittlePaw blinked away the wetness in his eyes and sniffed “Yeah…” he looked back at the noodle shop behind them and then back down at his paws “Still though… What if I don’t get a name I like? I wouldn’t want to be called something I don’t like forever…”

“Then we’ll call you something you do like, how’s that sound?”

“...”

“That sounds nice…”

“Perfect! Now come on, the ceremony’s about to start.” he jumped off the wall and started toward the noodle shop before turning back to LittlePaw. “Come on, you wouldn’t want to keep the other kits gettin’ their names tonight waiting do ya?”

LittlePaw looked back up beyond the concrete at the sunlit grass and the orange and yellow hues of the clouds that he held so dear to his heart, the heart which was so heavy at this moment in time. He wished the clouds would just wrap around him and lift the weight off of his soul the same way they lifted the sun. He took a deep breath, he didn’t want his father to worry, and so he laughed “No, I guess not!” taking one last look past the wall, he jumped down towards the shop’s back door where PigBelly was waiting for him.

…

The sun was going down when they arrived at the ceremony, and LittlePaw had noted that almost every cat in the city that still followed warrior traditions was there. Most he recognized, but some he did not. PigBelly led him to where two other kits were waiting to get their names and then left to sit with CicadaWing, who had arrived before the other two.

LittlePaw knew that today could change his life forever, for better or for worse, but he knew there was nothing he could do to get out of this, so he decided to strike up a conversation with the other two kits next to him.

“So… what do you guys think your names will be?”

The smaller of the two spoke first. “I think my name will be something epic! Like… like HawkTalon! Or HawkStrike! Or—”

“HawkTalon is NOT a cool name! Besides mine will be SO much better than yours!” The taller of the two said.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yup!” he continued “It’ll be something majestic! Maybe something like GoldenLeaf! Yeah, that sounds good!

“That name is NOT cooler than my names!” she screeched

“Yes, it is!”

Judging by what LittlePaw heard, he guessed that their names were HawkPaw and GoldenPaw—

Something in the back of his mind interjected- “Not for long though! Just like me…”

He tried to push that thought farther back in his mind as he continued to listen to the two bicker for what felt like an eternity-  until the ceremony leader, whose name he definitely learned and definitely remembered, called the kits to stand before him.

He began by stating how important of a day it was for the three kits in front of him, which made LittlePaw feel sick to his stomach, and then going on to explain the order they would be called upon and given their names. 

HawkPaw was up first. LittlePaw wasn’t really able to hear them very well over his beating heart but he tried to pick up as much as he could:

“HawkPaw, for your bravery, strength, and-” his voice was fading in and out “For your intensity and spirit-” Why was everything blurry? “your title from here until the end of time-” LittlePaw’s head shot up “will be HawkHeart!”

HawkHeart beamed and started to jump up and down, saying her name over and over again like she wouldn’t want to say anything else ever again. She was told to take her place back in line and GoldenPaw was called to step forward next.

LittlePaw started to feel a little better seeing HawkHeart so ecstatic about her name. He thought if HawkHeart got a name she loved so much, why wouldn’t he? He began to get lost in the possibilities about what kind of name he might get when—

“GoldenPool!”

The leader’s voice cut through his thoughts, causing him to jump. LittlePaw looked up to see GoldenPool looking quite happy with his new name (or at least looking decently smug about it) and he stepped back to take his place back in line with the others.

LittlePaw’s newfound excitement was starting to dissolve his worry as he was called up to receive his name.

The leader looked at LittlePaw with an unreadable expression and began:

“LittlePaw, from the moment I or anyone else in attendance is concerned, you have made it very clear to us exactly who you are since the very beginning-”

LittlePaw looked up at him with a smile, which quickly turned to a look of horror at the disdain written all over the leader’s face.

“You, LittlePaw, are scatterbrained-”

The light faded

“Implusive-”

The wind stopped

“And dimwitted.”

The clouds were gone

“Because of this, your new name-”

The sun was falling

“From now until the end of time-”

Nothing remained

“Will be LittleCloud.”

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And that's the prologue! hope you enjoyed it, or at least felt irreparable damage to your soul afterward!

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Also if you're wondering how the name LittleCloud relates to being dumb and impulsive, I was referencing when people say your "head is in the clouds" or "your mind is cloudy" just those general things :)

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

⭐ for the ask <3

Gonna talk about my boy Aemon & Silverwing, specifically in the chapters for his first POV (Things Fall Apart, & We Remember)

Silverwing was meant for him. Ella said so all the time, and even his princely father had mentioned it! If no one was going to take him to her before the winter snows came, then he would just have to claim her alone. Like in the stories that mandia told him about when she had claimed Vermithor.

- Things Fall Apart, Aemon 1A

So that's the whole thing there: Aemon was born to claim Silverwing. He's been excited about dragons for as long as he can remember because "well, I specificially am supposed to have Silverwing. Everyone says so!"

Aemon is 7 by the time these chapters roll around, which is about the age he's heard about his cousins (Rhaenyra & Laenor) claiming their dragons, & circumstances keep popping up that see his being brought into the mountains to claim her being delayed. His older brother gets married, his dad gets put on Runestone House Arrest for some sort of shenanigans at the wedding, his sister-in-law gets pregnant, its late autumn & they have to get ready to move out of the way of the coming snows, his cousins Willam & Yarwyck are both having weddings planned--he very much thinks everyone is forgetting about him. So naturally, this means he has to take matters into his own hands. And this taking matters into his own hands is, unfortunately, how he's in the right place at the right time to see his mom get murdered.

It can be hard to notice, especially when Aemon has been a little hater from day 1, but he's got as much of their dad in him as Ella has. His "I need to concoct an elaborate but believable lie & then run off into the mountains on my own in order to get what I want/deserve" was 100% premeditated. It wasn't a great plan & there were easier ways to do this (see: tell literally anyone his concerns & they'll bring him to go claim Silverwing), but it was premeditated. It also fully hinged on everyone being so impressed with him that they ignored him lying & being an unsupervised 7-year-old to keep him from getting in trouble. Daemon Targaryen, you are the father.

Aemon is going to be fully, 1000000% on board for his big sister's shenanigans in the current WIP chapter. Sibling Gremlin Time

“Sōvēs!” She trilled, high and clear and more at peace than the first time Aemon heard her that day, and gracefully pulled herself into the air. He yelled as he leaned so forward in the saddle that the horns dug into his chest. Aemon winced, and then sat back up. He had expected the buildup and the heavy drag from Vermithor, but now that he was up here he wouldn’t trade any part of the experience for the world. Silverwing was faster than Vermithor in every sense, and she was everything and more than what he’d dreamt about in all the years he’d been waiting for this moment. Aemon started laughing, uncontrollable and giddy.

- We Remember, Aemon 1B

At this particular point in the story, Ella has flown off on Vermithor to locals unknown & Silverwing is being emo about her missing husband. But then here comes the little boy who's loved her his whole life & comes to see her (under the supervision of dragon keepers) & whispers to her about how they're best friends (she's not gonna fight it, he's very polite) & he's doing the whole claiming song-and-dance. And even for her it's correct. Like "yes, this is my personal little boy. He is sad right now & he needs me because he said we are best friends & I haven't had one of those since Alyssane. The time for us to be a unit is now, the planets are finally in correct alignment for me to have a new rider." (What can I say, Silverwing likes them slightly pathetic)

Silverwing has known Aemon since he was a baby & he claims her when he's a mourning 7-year-old, so she's his dragon mom now. And they don't fill the hole left by the ones they're missing (his mom for Aemon & her mate for Silverwing), but the hole isn't as deep anymore. And even when Ella comes back with Vermithor & they're eventually able to be in the same place again, Silverwing is still dragon mom, because that's her boy.

[lonesome-witching]

Married

Another wedding. This time one in the rich Robin, poor Nancy universe. If you want to read the previous parts, you can find : Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here , and Part 5 here.

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Nancy had insisted that it would be a small wedding. Their closest family members, some friends, that was it. Nothing big, nothing expensive. Because Robin had to pay for everything. And Nancy still felt guilty about it.

She felt guilty about the expensive white dress Robin’s mom had insisted on. She felt guilty about the grandiose meal Robin’s father had picked out. She didn’t even want to know how much the Buckley’s had spent on this day.

But as she stood in the doorway, holding her mother’s arm, ready to walk out there towards her future, she felt the guilt fade away. She was going to enjoy today. This was the first day of the rest of her life. A life she would share with Robin Buckley, this whirlwind of a woman that had wormed her way into Nancy’s heart. She could barely remember her life without Robin. And there she was, at the end of the aisle, Nancy’s final destination.

“Are you ready?” Karen asked, squeezing Nancy’s arm.

Nancy nodded her head. She had never been more ready for anything. She wanted to stand next to Robin, wanted to vow to love her forever, wanted to kiss her. She wanted to start her life, really start her life. Even if she was still living on campus, even Robin was working overtime. She was worried they were beginning to mimic Nancy’s parents. They all knew how that turned out.

But Nancy wasn’t her mother and Robin definitely wasn’t like Ted. They wouldn’t make her parents’ mistake. Even if they were also marrying young. So far they had gone down the exact same path. Robin had a cushy job at her patents’ firm just like her dad had before they committed fraud, she had the money, she came from a good family.

“Mom,” she whispered softly as they took a step forward.

“Yes?”

“Did you ever love dad?” There was a fear clawing at her heart. Did she make a mistake? Maybe they should have waited.

“What? What is going through that head of yours?”

“Did you?”

Karen sighed, pulling Nancy forward. “Your dad was easy. I don’t think I ever truly loved him. It was a long time ago, Nancy.”

She loved Robin. That was the difference. She loved Robin. And Robin wasn’t easy. They would make this work. Nancy wanted to marry her. They wouldn’t end like their parents. She wouldn’t let them.

“You look beautiful,” Robin whispered once she was in earshot. Nancy couldn’t help but smile.

-

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have a speech to make.” Richard Buckley stood up, holding his glass. “Tonight, my only daughter has gotten married to the woman she loves. I never expected this outcome, I will admit that. But I would be an idiot if I wasn’t happy for my baby girl. When she first brought Nancy home, it just felt like they belonged together. And here we are. A few years later, and the two of them are married. Now, I can yap on about this beautiful moment for ages, but I think we all want to get on with it. So, to celebrate these two wonderful women, I’d like to give them our wedding gift.”

Robin leaned towards Nancy. “I asked for a honeymoon to Venice.”

Richard pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “We’d like to give you your first home. But don’t you worry, Nancy, it is not at the end of a cul-de-sac.”

“Oh my God, dad, is this real?” Robin jumped up. He dropped the keys in his hand.

“Of course it is.”

“Dad,” Robin whispered, “I told you not to go overboard. The trip to Venice would have already been a lot. But this… Nancy doesn’t like to be spoiled.”

Nancy cleared her throat, grabbing Robin’s hand. “Thank you so much, mister Buckley. I cannot express my gratitude. Thank you so much.”

“Oh, please, call me Richard.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Robin asked. Her eyes were begging for Nancy to be honest.

“Yes, Robin, it’s alright. In fact, I think it’s lovely.”

“Alright, then I’ll pay for the trip to Venice.”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 22 -- Harold/Bob

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 22 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Exhibitionism with Harold/Bob x F!Reader

I...

This... This needed to be like 5k words longer but I didn't have time for that so here's a snippet of a much larger idea than was meant for kinktober

Anyway though, Harold is a lovely, lovely man who made me feel so many sad things when I played FO3 as a kid. Ugh, he's SUCH a great character. Aaaaand... kinda challenging to write for, idea-wise 😅 ngl, but hopefully y'all love this one!

Maybe when I have spare time one day (😂😭) I'll return and add some more to this!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Exhibitionism (kinda sorta), kissing, confessions, fantasies, forbidden love, trees, wood, um... dry humping, self actualization. TW for suicidal thoughts!

Words: 3.8k

*note: Lone and Branchtender Cypress are the same person*

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The newest branchtender had never been shy. 

Once you became privy to the freedoms that such a place as this could offer you, when you saw the green, when you met the one… Harold, his brilliance, his sacrifice, when you saw the legacy he would leave in his wake… How could you ever have left? 

You weren't coy about your feelings of appreciation for the Oasis deity, nor your want to help, and you certainly didn't shy away from ruffling some feathers, as it were.

It was among the many numerous things that he truly appreciated about you in return.

Harold’s eyes couldn’t shift too far from their allotted position, nestled frustratingly in Bob’s trunk as they were, but you always managed to make him wish– more zealously than usual– that he could move of his own accord. That he could… maybe, just sort of… touch you? 

Yes, he’d like that very much. 

It’d been years since Harold felt another person, since someone reached out to touch him in earnest. Even Bob hadn’t felt the prod of a hand recently, since the rules had changed, since the people had caught wind of Harold's more recent… thoughts. 

Maybe I wouldn’t want to be gone if there were more who treated me like you do.

Like a person. 

He remembered distinctly the first time the two of you met, when you’d told him why you wanted to become a branchtender, when you had to convince him to let you into Oasis permanently. It hadn’t taken much, no, because when you reached out and shook his branch like it was his hand, when you looked him in the eye and smiled your broad smile, it brought back memories of genuine personhood that he hadn't felt since... what, a hundred years or so ago? Even when your touch lingered for a moment, even when Tree Father Birch had told you not to, when Harold knew how the others feared to touch him, that they might hinder his spread, or expand it– depending on who you asked-- even through all of that uncertainty, you'd only pulled away when Harold had said it was alright.

You held no such notions as the others, no such fear, apparently. Especially not now. 

Harold knew you weren’t popular among the Treeminders, the Branchtenders, even the Bloomseer wished not to permit you in Harold’s grove. But he favored you, that much was clear to everyone in Oasis. 

“I can speak to the others…” You told him, sitting on the root structure that was once his arm, gazing upon his face without flinching. 

You never flinched away from his visage, nor did you altogether refuse to look upon his face, as a few of the Oasis-goers had decided was respectful. 

To him it was… How could it not be dehumanizing?

“Maybe get them to lighten up. To see you like I do, Harold. Then you wouldn’t be alone in here so often, maybe they could even… I don’t know, touch you? L-like I did that first time, you know?” 

Harold hummed, his eyes downcast. 

“I have you.” He said, quietly. Undecided if he wanted to say it aloud at all, but sometimes Bob shoved the thoughts right out so they wouldn't take up space. 

At least, he thought it was Bob doing that. 

“Yes.” You said, and your hand rubbed over a knot in his bark– Bob’s bark. “But am I enough? I can’t… Harold, I can’t be all that’s making you want to, well, you know… Stay here.” 

“But you are. Now.” 

He saw your lip give a small tremble, before you hid it with a grin. Your eyes though… they still held that sadness. 

“That’s sweet, but it's not healthy, Harold. There needs to be more.” 

He made a pouty sound at that. 

Says who?

It was nice to have even one thing to stick around here for. Couldn’t you see that? That you already did the impossible?

“I want to know something.” Your soft voice prompted him, just as one small hand reached to brush over the bark that was once his cheek. You had to strain your arm to do it, had to sit all the way up, but oh, how he wished with everything he had that he could lean into it, feel beyond what Bob allowed him to of your soft hand. 

“Hm?” 

“Tree Father and Tree Mother, they both have these ideas of what we should do with you, how we should... use you and Bob’s resources to either change the wasteland or to keep you and us safe and secret.”

He tried nodding in understanding, but all he could manipulate were his eyes. 

It didn't have the same effect, he feared.

“Well…" You continued, "They keep talking about what to do with you, like you’re… a resource and not a person.” 

“I know.” 

“Well, frankly, that’s shitty.” 

He rumbled out a laugh, feeling Bob’s topmost branches tremble slightly with the action. 

“Harold.” You said his name so sweetly, softly, like friends speak to each other, like… Like he imagined he’d want to speak to the people he loved. If he’d ever had those. 

It was hard to remember. 

“Hon, what do you want?” Your hand was still firmly on his cheek. He could feel heat permeating the layer of bark there. “I know you sort of told me the day we met, but… It seems like that’s– maybe, that’s changed?” 

“Yes.” He said, with a decisiveness he didn’t intend, but was there all the same. “It has changed. Now… The others, they can do what they please with me and Bob.”

“But–” You tried, pulling your hand away like he’d prodded you with a thorn. 

“I want you.” He finished, that decisiveness never wavering, though… despite the certainty, it did surprise him.

Never… confessed anything like this before. Not to anyone. 

That… well, that I can remember.  

Your expression stayed soft, safe, non judgmental, non accusatory, as your eyes darted back and forth, ensuring there was truth in both of his before speaking your response. 

“Harold… You’re not just saying this… Well, because I’m the only one who speaks to you like this, right? I don’t want this– these feelings you’re telling me you have, to just come from my being nice to you. That’s not fair either.” 

You held eye contact with him all the while, genuine sympathy and curiosity shining there. 

How could you think his feelings were just… by default? 

To him, anyway, it was obvious. 

Other Treeminders, branchtenders, had loved him before, been kind to him, revered him, even. But always because of Bob. What Bob allowed him to become, and maybe… maybe that’s what had drawn you to him at first as well, but now… It was Harold you stayed for, wasn’t it?

With the way you spoke his name, looked into his eyes, asked him about his wants, his needs… how could it not be him?

“Weeks.” He said, and you cocked your head slightly. 

He couldn’t help his hard-to-read grin. 

“We’ve been talking all that time. You’re interesting, kind, see me as human, yes. But more.” 

“More?” You urged him, and Harold couldn’t dream of denying you. 

“See me as a human you can connect to. We talk about many things, and all of them are interesting, so many things we have in common. Even with our… differences.” 

A small smile glowed in your eyes , and softened your expression further. Harold’s gaze never wavered, though you knew the words left him with effort, both physical and emotional.

“I want you so I may talk with you, to have your company.” 

“You will.” You answered so hastily, even tilting forward from where you sat in the curve of what used to be his right arm, almost toppling out of it. 

He tried to catch you, but Bob held firm to his limbs. As he always did. 

With you, he could almost forget. 

“You will, Harold.” You saved yourself from falling, bracing your arm against the main section of his trunk. “I’m not going anywhere, I… I love talking to you, too.” 

Maybe to save face from falling off of him, or maybe because you just wanted to, you wrapped your hands around his trunk– Bob’s– and hugged him, just beneath his face. 

Bark creaked and branches rustled as Harold made an effort to reach back, to drop his chin to rest on your shoulder, to bring one arm around your body, to lean into your touch, but Bob halted him. 

Harold felt he could scream at the opposition, but… he couldn’t startle you with his frustrations. Instead, he sat in silence, savoring what he could of your touch, relishing in the mere thought that you were doing this at all. Sharing your warmth with him, making the effort to show how you cared, disobeying everything his other keepers in Oasis would have told you just to show him you wanted to feel him against you. 

“Wish that I could return this favor.” He said, instead of crying out his frustrations with Bob to you. Like you hadn’t heard that complaint a thousand times already. 

“Hmm?” You asked without removing yourself. 

“Wish, Lone, that I could… touch you.” 

“Bob won’t let you, huh?” Now you pulled back, just enough so he could look upon your face. 

“Afraid not. He… I’m constrained by him. No matter how I try.” 

“Well… um, can I…?”

Harold blinked as you trailed off suggestively. If it were possible, his mouth would be running dry right about then. 

“Can I talk to Bob?” You finished, and a somber sort of relief washed over him. 

Harold couldn’t answer you at first. His brows furrowed, and in his mind, he tried to reach out, to find anything but the pulsing wordless communications that Bob always released, directed to him, and to the other trees and saplings that acted as his spawn all throughout Oasis. 

Their conversations were mildly distracting, especially when Harold was alone and silent in the grove, but now, with you here, the bound man had to strain to make out their strange, slow voices. 

“Not in a way that will get through to him.” Harold finally answered you, after Bob ignored his mental prodding for the umpteenth time since they were joined. 

“Alright, well… Can I then…” You ended with a distinct clear of your throat. Your body against Bob’s bark; even down to Harold’s core, he could feel the way your heart picked up, the way you flushed with heat against him. 

“Yes?”

“I could touch you, if you want? You know… enough for both of us.” 

If his eyes were wide before, now they were akin to twin moons as his mouth hung agape and he appeared to short-circuit. 

“H-Harold?” 

“Lone… You… want this, too?” 

When you nodded, he could swear that his heart damn-near stopped. 

How ironic that would have been. 

With a distinct swallow, you nodded to him. Your eyes couldn’t meet his then, either. To see you embarrassed… about anything, it was more than strange. 

Harold thought you were the freest of them all, the most outward with your thoughts, your true self, and now… to know the one viable secret he knew you were keeping was potential feelings for him? 

“I was afraid to tell you.” You said quietly, “Afraid what you might think, or say, and the others, well…” You trailed off with a lovely chuckle, and Harold’s gruff timbre of a laugh followed. 

“The others don’t matter. They only care for Bob, what he can do for them. For all the wasteland. Harold is just… an afterthought.”

“Well, you’re not to me.” 

You released your hold on him as you spoke, turning to grasp his rooted arm with your soft hands, before hauling yourself back up onto that perch. Harold, not for the first, nor the last, time this evening, wished he could break one of his hands away from Bob’s grasp to reach out to you, to help balance you, as you wavered in your place on him. 

You stood on his limb now, level with his strange face, and pondered it. 

He felt you could see right through him. Not just through Bob and into Harold’s human shell, but into him. See his soul, even. 

He didn’t know what exactly you were looking for, but you stood for a long moment, just… running your eyes over him, like he was something you could read. Just… observing. 

Truth seeking. Something in his mind offered, and if he could’ve, Harold would’ve nodded his agreement to himself. 

“I want to kiss you.” You said decidedly, and Harold tried to recoil. Still, even with your words, your hands on him, your embrace… The thought was something so inconceivable for him, so… splendorous, that it felt like a dream. 

Perhaps you did kill me, and this is just the eternal dream. 

If that’s the case, waking would be more torture than getting bound to Bob all over again. 

“Alright.” Was all he could manage, in his shock, and the grin you answered with set his chest ablaze with affection. 

You leaned forward, bracing a hand on either side of his face, your fingers catching at the knobby protrusions– also courtesy of Bob– that made up some semblance of cheekbones. His eyes followed your lips as they pursed in preparation, and he found himself wishing– more so than for anything else he’d ever imagined– that he could move, that Bob would allow him this one small favor for dragging him all across the wasteland, for letting him tie Harold to this place for eternity, just once could he move of his accord again? 

Just for this.

 Your lips pressed to his mouth, to the grotesque, always-open marionette of what used to be his proper face, his proper lips, and yet… 

There was no crude pull-away, no startled mumble against him, not even the slightest flinch as you pressed forward and sighed. 

That sound rattled through him, like the sap seeping through his veins, it poured life into him. 

“Lone…” Harold whispered to you so softly, his voice reminded him of before. 

Before Bob, before he was a ghoul, even. A before that was famously long ago.

You still didn’t relent, moving that delectable mouth over his, tasting him, drawing out this euphoric feeling that had him believing he still was human. He wished he could taste you, know what it was like to be so close, to feel your breaths wash over his tongue, to clack his teeth against yours until you both pulled back in a fit of laughter, where he wished he could then wrap both arms around you. 

Harold wanted to roll to the grassy earth with you in his embrace, out of breath from your shared mirth as you both drew back in for another taste. He would run his mouth over the seam of your own, and you would boldly answer his call. With you still nestled in his grasp, he would move his way down your body, exploring, feeling. No patch of skin, no freckle, no scar would escape his scrutiny. 

He had so much time. This? It could last an eternity and not feel like even a blink to him after all that Bob put him through. He would use every second of it to see you, to smooth his hands over you, feel your heartbeat below your skin, feel the sweat form there, see the passion growing in your eyes. 

He’d take you, there, in the grass. 

Harold didn’t take much of anything, not ever in his life. He’s been somewhat of a pushover for most of it– Bob clearly had exploited that fact. 

But he would take you. 

You lent him your boldness, your unapologetic passion, your zest for all that life had to offer; your acceptance of him… he could borrow that, too, for tonight. 

He would pull you into his lap on that sweet, quiet patch of grass, hear you moan out his name as you felt his hardness beneath you. Those stringy clothes you wore, that already failed to conceal all that much, he’d pull them apart and bare you to him until there was nothing left for him to uncover. 

Your taste there, too, between your legs… He’d spend half an eternity just there, pulling your honey past his wanton lips until his chin dripped and he was drunk on nothing but you. And if he didn’t die there, between your divine thighs, then he would use every last living breath he had to worship the rest of you. 

Then he could be happy in this life of his, no matter how long he was stuck here for. 

It was with that thought that Harold returned to himself. 

Your lips dragged over him, and he could so nearly taste your breath, he could feel the warmth of your hands–close as they were to his eyes. 

“H-Harold.” You pulled back, and his eyes blinked open to admire you. 

You were out of breath, your eyes glossy and… blown wider than he’d ever seen them. 

“You taste… like nothing I’ve ever–”

“What is this heresy?” 

You froze where you leaned against Harold, as Tree Father Birch’s voice rang clear through the grove.

“I knew this was wrong, I knew you were plotting something, Branchtender Cypress, and this…” A disgusted throaty sound finished the sentence for him, and Harold felt something stir in him. Deep in his roots, not even Bob’s, but Harold’s roots… they boiled. 

“Away from Him." The Tree Father ordered, "Now, Cypress. Away from the grove and seek out Bloom–”

“No.” Harold’s voice growled, and he felt the ground shake from the lowness of it. 

Your hands gripped at him tighter. 

“W-what– but, but your highest–”

“He wants you to go. Father.” You spat the words out, relishing in the way it made Birch's face glow red to hear you command him on his god’s behalf. 

“B-but… No. That cannot be. I am the Tree Father, I speak for what is best for–”

“Lone is what’s best for Harold." He grumbled out, like the sound of groaning wood about to be severed. "What’s best for Harold is also best for Bob.” 

Tree Father Birch shook his head, his brows creased, despondent, like he was losing a loved one before his very eyes. 

“No, no, no. This cannot be.” He started forward, moving with intent towards the pair. 

Harold’s eyes darted to your face, the way your expression was curled in a defensive snarl. He wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but Harold felt his own features held that same malice right about now. 

“She has manipulated you, your greatness. Cypress wishes to have control for herself, she came to Oasis just for that! On a whim, she decided to join us, only after seeing you. Is this a coincidence? Does she want you to sustain your people, like I do, or will she take what she can before throwing us all into the fire?” 

A growl was forming low in Harold’s trunk. The topmost branches began to shake, just as the ground groaned in protest to the tree’s movement– small as it might be on the outside, it shook the very foundations of the grove.

“It’s what the Bloomseer saw. When she looked at your fate, the day that Cypress arrived here, she saw flames and anguish and death where Oasis once stood.”

"You’re an imbecile.” You piped up, with the full intent to continue with an explanation, but it was too late. He was close enough to you now that, when your words pushed the Tree Father over the edge, he could reach you. 

Birch lunged forward, his gnarled hand met your ankle, and he pulled hard against it, until you toppled, falling in between Harold’s trunk and his rooted arm. Through his and Bob’s connection, Harold felt the way bits of your skin tore against his bark, he heard your pained sounds, and his eyes glowed red and angry as hot coals. 

“Enough!” He bellowed until the grove’s voices went silent, the grassy ground ceased its whispers, the trees paused their conversations, Bob stood at attention, and Birch…

Harold didn’t know how it happened, couldn’t have said quite when, but his hand… His hand. Harold’s left hand was wrapped around the Tree Father’s throat. 

The man’s eyes were nearly bulging from his head from the force, and Harold released him just as suddenly. 

He paid no more mind to the Tree Father as he slid to the floor. Harold could only do as he had dreamt of, do as he’d wished, do what he thought would be impossible all night and every night before or since you met, since he and Bob became fused to this spot.

He reached out for you. 

“Lone?” the bark above his eyes seemed to crease with worry, as he noted the scrapes on your soft skin. 

“Harold, how did you…?” Your voice was a squeak, partly from pain, and partly from the disbelief that strained your throat. “Hon, you moved. You're moving now, it’s… this is incredible!”

You sprung up as he helped you, crashing your body to his in a hug that he returned. 

If it were possible, Harold knew he would’ve wept at the way he could hold you now. 

“Lone, are you alright?” 

“Better.” You smiled at him, that glowing smile that held the stars, and Harold couldn’t help himself. 

This new discovery of his, who knew how fleeting it would be? While he had it, he was going to take advantage of it. 

He scooped you up into his hold, easing you close to his face again, and pulled you near enough to kiss. 

It would’ve been a fool’s hope, he knew, to wish to move his face, his mouth, more than he already could, but he wished for that too, nonetheless. 

What's the harm in wishing, really?

Your hands went back to his face, and in the peace of the night, in the stillness, he could feel your breath, hear your soft sighs, he could even… could he taste you? Cool spring water and edible flowers, the juice of a mutfruit, and… a tinge of him, of Bob, that brash oakiness and sweet syrup. 

To taste a bit of his likeness on you was a pleasure Harold wouldn’t soon forget. 

A gasp released from the both of you, as your hips began to… move. Harold had seen this likeness before, in dances, in strange rituals, in… perhaps in another life, but to feel you on him, your heat grinding into his large, bark-gloved hand as your lips stayed locked to his, it lit that boiling feeling in his belly until he feared he really would go up in flames. 

Harold blinked open his eyes, slowly, reluctantly, to plead with you to carry on, to ask what you wanted from him, to beg to give it to you, anything and everything he was, he’d give to you, because without you, well… You both already knew where he’d be. 

Then his gaze caught the undesirable stirring of the man on the ground at his feet–roots. 

Birch was groaning, still only half conscious from the force that’d been on his windpipe, but his eyes were slowly blinking open. 

“Harold.” You pulled his attention back easily. “Don’t even look at him, okay? Birch doesn’t matter. All those people out there, who treat you like nothing more than an extension of Bob? They don’t matter either, okay?” 

The grip of his hand tightened over your backside, keeping you pressed firmly to his front. 

“It’s just you and me now.” 

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 30: blindfolded / obsession / gift

Day 30 for @augustofwhump.

Life has decided to be hectic but I'm so close to the end, so we're going to free style it on the order and post them as soon as their ready.

Day 29 comes tomorrow hopefully.

Back to Caged Founder, but not for the last time this month.

follows on sometime after resigned obedience

Tristan has a gift that forces Elijah to think of his place.

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Elijah had been enjoying a peaceful if boring evening in his office until a presents had slipped in and settled behind his chair.

“What are you working on now?” Tristan asked as he leaned over his shoulder, he had been watching Elijah write for several moments now but he seemed to reach his patience end.

“Food banks.” Elijah answered without looking up he wanted to finish his newest proposal before giving Tristan the attention he desired, he was still annoyed by Tristan and Aya taking over his plans for Mystic Falls.

Really?” Tristan snorted.

“Yes.” he replied curtly as he reached his conclusion of his piece, “some of us remember growing up hungry; we can't all have servants.”

“I hunted.” Tristan huffed. “Besides with your father, Finn, you and your younger brothers’ you can’t have gone hungry much.”

“Father’s rules, from the moment he started taking us hunting we only ate what we took part in catching.” he explained, during the summer only, in the winter they had shared what they had collected but father had never had an issue with reducing their share if they had disappointed him.

“He started that for your brother.” Tristan mused likely meaning Niklaus, normally he wouldn’t have been wrong most of Father’s stricter rules had been started to spite Klaus but not this one.

“Me actually,” Elijah confessed as he placed the pen down, he had hesitated twice in front of father, not wanting to kill the deer in his sight, the bruised father had dealt him took weeks to fade. He had learned to stop hesitating when Father started using the same rules for Niklaus and Kol, Elijah was always the better aim and he couldn’t face letting his little brothers go hungry.

“So what can you do for you this evening, My dear lord Martel?” he asked, twisting enough to see as Tristan failed to hide his reaction at the address, his open smile widened into a true smirk at the sight and the annoyed-embarrassed glare Tristan sent him as he noticed.

“Close your eyes." He's told a moment before one of Tristan’s hands covered his eyes for him, he sighed and allowed Tristan to do as he wanted, apparently just to lift the hand he had been writing with and slip a ring onto his index finger.

After a few seconds of darkness the hand was removed to allow him to see.

“What is this?” he asked, flexing his hand, the ring looked simple enough, nice but not the over ostentatious Tristan usually gifted him and Aurora, Aurora liked the style Elijah preferred the simpler kind which this was.

A neat dark silver band with some kind of inlay, and an enchantment lain on it was well. 

“White oak ash set in viking steel.”

“What?” he choked wordless at the implications, Tristan would use something as rare as white oak ash, one of the few things able to harm him or his siblings. 

“It’s protection.” Tristan explained, “as long as you wear that the daggers are just that, daggers, no more threat to you than a normal one.”

“Why?” he questioned in clear disbelief.

“Even if you leave me I have no desire to see you laid low by your brother.”

“I could run to him and no longer fear being daggered, you're giving me an escape.” he explained in confusion this- this was out of character, Tristan was possessive and controlling, he'd never-

Tristan’s claims of wanting them to be equal repeated themselves in Elijah's head, for once he wasn't able to shake them off as easily, proclamations of desire and ideas of love were just words, easy lies.

This was solid evidence.

This was beyond the obsession he had cultivated to grow to ensure his own ease of life.

“You’d still need to find a way to take it but yes. It’s no longer a choice between a prison here and a box there.” Tristan echoed what Elijah had once voiced in one of his darkest moments, lost in despair and searching for a way to the emptiness of it. 

Before Tristan had started pulling him from the cell to spend days in the centre of the closest city, wasting his time simply sitting with Elijah as he watched the humans live their lives. Reminding him time moved on around him, that the world still continued and he was a part of it.

“It’s a choice between us, the strix and all the good you can do here and him, managing his temper.” Tristan added with a smirk when Elijah was quiet for too long.

Yes, he had noticed that, he frowned at the smug face, because even if he calmed Klaus and explained to him he hadn’t betrayed him, he would be stuck with him, still helpless against anyone from his sire line and without the power and resources of the Strix to continue his projects, like the food banks.

Even Tristan’s romantic gestures were a move in a chess game, Elijah pulled Tristan’s tie, Tristan allowed it as he followed before it could force him.

It wasn’t like Elijah couldn't also play like that.

[ofassuredrisk]

@timtestsdontscareme

The man in charge, the man that followed rules. One after the other, a good head on his shoulders. Tim once said to himself the only one  you can count on is yourself. He knew what it was like to be let down; to not be chosen. His family  wasn’t the picture  perfect, he had his sister, his  father was a man he never wanted to know again. He was a man of action, he put each one of his rookies through hoops and hoops. Angela thought he was nuts; that he was deemed to be a tad crazy. And this is why he always found himself riding the shop on his own. No Rookie had been tough enough to ride out his great Tim tests. 

That was until Lucy Chen was given the shot. She wasn’t afraid to call me out or to show me up. Her very first day I hated to admit but I was impressed. She stood her own ground, she passed each test as if it was second nature to her. Sometimes I felt like she read my mind; our banter tended to balance on its own. Tim was a hard ball never admit when his partner was right; never liked the idea that he might remotely care about her. It all occurred in moments. A moment of care when I put myself on the line I’d rather be the one to be hurt over her. The memory of that house, locked bedroom as I exposed myself to the Virus, I knew what I was doing when I closed the door on Lucy her  shouts of reassurance of asking if I was okay filled my ears. Holding my  breath as I tried to calm the bystander down, the virus was contented in this room. Safe from the world; and I was someone who constantly jumped into the line of fire, it’s who I was. Obviously or I wouldn’t be the cop that I was. Tim was selfless at times, that was only one of the many rare occurrences that he did show up for his partners. 

This time around it was a gun worn down to his head. He flinched at last minute. He remembered trailing the guy down; weapon in hand. Feet molded against the dry pavement. I spoke into my radio, I knew Chen was on the other end, I told her cross over to the other edge; that this ally was a circle. And fingers gripped against the trigger preparing myself as I came to a pause outside the ally, aim at the target; Liam was his name, I remembered the file Angela had clued me in on when we hunted down this guy. “ Lower your weapon.” I shouted the memory clear as day to me. I was about to lower mine when his fingers flinched against his gun; I heard Lucy, she was just arriving attempting to cover her pending breathes. It all happened fast; I saw it; I saw his fingers pressing against the trigger I had this ache in my chest believing Lucy was about to get shot, and I ran like a speed of light. I ran to jump in front and I heard the gun shot, and ultimately yhe bullet pressed against my chest. 

Caught in the line of duty. I cared, I liked to play a game of hard ball but I’d jump in line each time to protect her. Eyes slowly  came to open now as the memories of flashes flickered through my mind. The accident. Eyes adjusted to the light, a loud huff escaped my lips one from being in the hospital again. And from the ached that formed on his abdominal from the bullet that was freshly removed. A groan heard as he tried to bite down on his lower lip, eyes finding its way to a sleeping Lucy tucked into the chair, her legs folded under her frame as her elbow kept her head up. Had she stayed all night? 

Brows pushed together; as his  hues lingered almost fixated. He told himself he’d let her rest; he knew Lucy she was feeling the weight of this case of my shooting, she probably hadn’t slept in hours..

[skkfujoshi]

Oh Lord,oh Lord,I’m begging you please,don’t take this sinner from me

“…wake up.Chuuya,wake up.” “Elise,he’s been out for two weeks.I don’t think you can force it.” “Shut up,Dazai.” “Both of you shut it.”Chuuya grumbled shutting his eyes even tighter

He relented after a few moments,only to be hit by a bright light and assaulted by a hug from Elise,her arms like a vice around his neck.

“‘Lise!’Lise,you’re choking me!” “Good,you deserve it,you idiot!What were you thinking sneaking off like that!?I had to spend the whole day with this moron looking for you and then I got shot!”she said,squeezing even tighter

Chuuya coughed as he hugged her back,laughing despite the discomfort.It was nice to be home,even if it was mildly painful.

Speaking of…

“Where’s dad?” “Unfortunately,your father’s been very busy,short stack.”Dazai said,fiddling with his bandages”Putting stitches on my head,setting my nose back into place,trying to snuff out whatever splinters of that little cult are left,making me do pages upon pages of reports on the whole incident…The works.”

Chuuya sighed,rubbing his neck 

“He’s pissed isn’t he?” “You can’t really blame him,Chuuya.He was worried sick.”Elise scolded  “Yeah,I’ve never seen Mori so frazzled.”Dazai confirmed  “Damn…I’m gonna be punished for life…”

Elise smiled coyly,shrugging her shoulders.

“Not necessarily.” “Hmm?” “Dazai mentioned you used corruption to solve the problem and…” “And?” “Rintarou said he was very proud of you for finally getting the hang of  it.”

Chuuya perked up.

“He did?”

The little girl nodded emphatically.

“Yup.Besides,he’ll probably be relieved to hear you finally woke up.So your punishment probably won’t even be that bad.Speaking of,I’ll go tell him the good news.” “Wait!You’re just gonna leave me with this guy!?”him and Dazai exclaimed in unison “Just do a headlock or whatever it is boys do to show affection.”she said over her shoulder,shutting the infirmary door

Chuuya sighed,rubbing his forehead,sinking back into the pillow.

They sat in silence for a few moments.Chuuya cleared his throat.

“So…Anything else happen during those two weeks aside from you doing more week then than you ever have in your entire life?” “Well,Herbert and Doyle have gone back to America.The boss offered them a job,but they declined.” “Did they take Milton with them?There has to be some prison they can throw him into on the way there.I heard Mersault is pretty great.It should be on the way.”

Dazai blinked at him,uncovered eye widening.

“Chuuya…You killed him while you were using corruption.Don’t you remember?" “…I told you,Dazai.I don’t remember anything when I use it.Not then and not now.”

Chuuya ran his hand trough his hair with a sigh,before running his hand over his face.

“Fuck…” “Look,Chuuya,you-“ “Don’t.You don’t have to.”Chuuya muttered

He squinted at the ceiling,unwilling to look at Dazai’s pitying expression.Crying in front of him after they killed Randou was clearly a mistake.

“I’m fine,just…I guess I just think it’s a shame is all.” “A shame?” “Did Herbert tell you that-“ “He was Milton’s father?Yes.” “Good.Milton told me while I was affected…I just don’t understand how family could come to hate one another that much.”

Chuuya scratched his neck.

“And now I’ll never know why or how.Or if…”

He shook his head,sitting up again.

“Forget it.”

It was worth saying,an important enough concern…But he hesitated to say it to Dazai.Even though the other boy saved his life,he was still a conniving bastard.

And even if he wasn’t…Chuuya didn’t want to really hear the answer.

Was it possible that,under certain,very specific circumstances him and his father could also come to hate one another?And if such circumstances did exist what were they?

And could they be avoided?

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that.”

-

“What?” “About your father.”

Chuuya scowled.

“I wasn’t-“ “Of course you weren’t…”Dazai muttered

He sat onto Chuuya’s bed,taking his shoes off before Chuuya could complain about his ‘bad manners’.

“Relax mutt.”he said,putting his feet up”My point is…”

He licked at his lips,before he scoffed.He lied plenty of times,this really shouldn’t be any different.

“I don’t think those two ever really got the chance to love eachother,the way you and Mori did.Hardly comparable at all.”

Chuuya blinked at him,then chuckled,a small smile forming on his face as he moved to look at his hands.

“Guess I got pretty lucky in the whole dad department,didn’t I?”

Dazai scratched at the bandages around his neck.

“Guess you did,chibi.” “Don’t call me that.”

A few silent moments passed before Chuuya asked:”Dazai can I ask you a question?”

“Kinda already doing that aren’t you? “Whatever,just…Consider humoring me,alright?”

Dazai rolled his eyes,but gestured for him to go on.

“It’s a bit…vain,I guess,but…When I used corruption I didn’t turn into some giant monster,right?”Chuuya asked,ending off with a nervous laugh

Dazai leaned back into the bed,humming in thought.

“You were…”

What could he say?What should he say?That Chuuya was so stunning in his power,so much larger than life that it made Dazai consider that maybe there was something bigger than the mundane miseries of it?

Yeah,that wasn’t an option,unless he wanted to utterly embarrass himself.

“Yes?”Chuuya asked,leaning closer

Dazai cursed at him internally for it,mostly because it utterly derailed his train of thought.

“You were…Amazing.I’ve never seen anything like it.”

-

Chuuya blinked,leaning away.He stared at Dazai’s face intently,looking for any sort of deceit.

But Dazai didn’t flinch, his own gaze intense and surprisingly…present.

Often Dazai’s eyes were just a flat plane of nothing.If some people had resting bitch face,Dazai had resting corpse face.

Often he’d just stare blankly but now there was actually light there.

Not a lot of it,granted,but it was more than Chuuya would’ve ever expected,which must’ve meant that…For once,at the very least,he was being genuine.

Chuuya looked away,embarrassed.

Absentmindedly he scratched at his cheek.Was it really that warm?Fuck.

He heard Dazai clear his throat,the bed squeaking as he jumped off the bed.

“Well,I’ll leave you to rest.I would hate for you to get cranky” “Wait,before you leave…Just one more thing.”

Chuuya sighed,turning to look at his partner who was standing at the door,brow raised.

“Yeah?” “…Thank you for snapping me out of it,Osamu.”

The name rolled off his tongue unexpectedly,though strangely it didn’t feel tacked on.He hadn’t planned to add it,but somehow it just flowed naturally along with the rest of his words.

Dazai’s eyes widened,Chuuya thinking he even spotted a blotch of pink on his cheeks.Dazai grinned,putting his arms behind his head.

“Hey,what are partners for?”

First overall AU info post

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Pain (Part 2)

Regulus Black AU

Summary:   Losing everything that makes life worth living is the worst thing that can possibly happen. Is it possible to gain some of it back or is everything truly lost forever? Regulus' life falls apart after losing his family. Moving on isn't possible. Living each day is a curse, not a blessing. Sirius finally steps in to fix the problem but will Regulus and the reader be receptive?  

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Death, angst

Link to Part 1

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A day passed without a return letter from you. Regulus wasn’t entirely surprised. When Sirius told him about the “please come save my pathetic excuse of a brother” letter, Regulus was ready to kill him. When a letter didn’t show up, Regulus decided to use this as fuel to the “I told you so” that he would be giving Sirius the next afternoon.

She isn’t coming back…and I don’t blame her. I wouldn't want to come back to this fucked up life either. Why would she want a husband like me?

Regulus didn’t blame you for not writing back. Why would you want to? You had cried out to him for attention when Mila died and got nothing in return. Regulus had ignored you when you needed him the most…and now he couldn’t forgive himself for that.

A knock on the front door pulled Regulus from his brooding. As he managed to get up from his position on the couch, Regulus tried to think of crafty things to insult Sirius with. The bastard was really going to get an earful when Regulus opened the door.

When Regulus opened the door to see you on the other side…he could have fainted. Never in a million years did Regulus expect you to come back home. He expected to be taken out by an asteroid before seeing you again. Here you stood looking just as you had the last time Regulus had seen you. You still looked like the wife that he loved yet hurt him so much at the same time.

“Y/n…”

Regulus could barely get your name out. There you stood, like an angel ready to solve all of his problems, as you always had before. From the time the two of you were children up until everything had gone to hell, you had been the one that fixed all of Regulus’ rather nasty problems. You talked him out of being a death eater “because he was a better man than that.” You were the one that convinced him what a good father he would be…and he was. It was always you that made him a good man.

“Reg…”

Your voice was soft and delicate, everything Regulus remembered it being as you looked at him with clear worry on your face. When you had received the letter from Sirius, you wondered if his pleas were some kind of trick to try to get you to return to London. Now that you stood across from Regulus, you underwood Sirius’ worry.

Your poor darling looked dreadful! You had no problem with saying darling when thinking about Regulus. Divorced or not, you still loved him. You couldn’t just stop loving someone that you had adored since childhood.

Your normal neat-as-a-pin “posh” husband was nowhere to be found. Now here he stood looking as if he had slept in his clothes for days, lost weight, and probably hadn’t brushed his hair in only Merlin knew how long. You noticed several strands of gray in his dark hair. It took everything you had to stop yourself from trying to fix his curls.

“Oh, Reggie…you look dreadful.”

You managed to get out before putting your bag down and moving to cup his face. Regulus didn’t move, as you expected him to, instead he closed his eyes the moment your hand touched his face.

“I didn’t think that you would actually come. I told Sirius he was batshit.”

You sighed.

“He’s worried about you and I see why. Come on, you look like you haven't eaten in days.”

Regulus looked down at his disheveled appearance. He couldn’t afford to lose much weight as it was. Regulus wouldn’t say it but he knew that he looked like skin and bones.

You, meanwhile, put your bag by the door and walked right past Regulus and into the kitchen only to freeze the moment that you made it into the room. Literally, nothing in the house had changed from the day that you left three years beforehand. All of the decorations were the same to Mila’s toys in the den that was in their little box. Your heart plummeted as the tears formed in your eyes.

This was yet another giant reminder that your daughter was gone. Over the past three years, you had prided yourself on how you coped with her loss. Now, however, you realized that you were coping at all. You were only masking your pain.

“What are you doing here?”

Regulus asked, as he finally caught up with you. He froze at the door seeing the expression on your face. You took a breath before turning to look at him.

“Taking care of you.”

Regulus blinked a few times before his annoyance began to bubble over.

“Why now? Why do I suddenly matter to you now? You left. If you cared for me at all, you would have stayed.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. You stood quietly for a moment before motioning for him to sit down. Regulus reluctantly sat down as you considered your words.

“I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have. It was a horrible time for both of us.”

“You were supposed to love me.”

Regulus snapped. He wasn’t sure why he was being so hostile. You had come back. You had come home to him. Now here he was acting less than appreciative.

“I do love you…”

“Leaving your husband and starting a whole new fancy life in another country is sure fucking lovely way to show it.”

Regulus knew that he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. Three years' worth of rage and abandonment was finally catching up with him. What drove him even more crazy was how you were so calm. You sat looking at him sympathetically. Regulus expected you to yell at him as you would years ago. Your temper was as fiery as his. Today, something seemed different.

You, meanwhile, looked at Regulus sadly. Hearing him say this made your heartache. You weren’t angry at him for speaking this way. Regulus, of all people, was entitled to his feelings, and you wouldn’t say otherwise. These words were the confirmation that your own actions probably weren’t the best either.

“Regulus, we were both grieving our daughter. You had pulled away from me and I felt I had no choice. I felt alone. I was so lonely. What we had was so good! We had our baby…our happy little family, and then it was all taken away in the blink of an eye. Do you not think that I wasn’t suffering or going through hell? I was. I made decisions that I wished I never did. I wish that I stayed because I needed you…more than you realize. I’m not saying that you were wrong for pulling away. That's how you grieved and I didn’t realize that then. Love, there is no right way to grieve.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

There is no right way to grieve.

A more true statement couldn’t have been made. Regulus needed to be alone and you wanted him.

“What shrink did you copy that from?”

“A good one. One that actually helped me more than I will ever know. I needed it. Regulus, I am not begging you to take me back. I am only here because your family and I are extremely worried about you. I only want to help you. Regulus, you smell like a bar. Drinking yourself to death isn’t going to change or help anything. Mila wouldn’t want you to be this way. I don’t want you to be this way.”

Regulus froze the moment that he heard Mila’s name leave your mouth. Hearing her name brought back a lot more pain than Regulus could imagine that he held within himself. All he could see in his mind was you holding Mila while the little girl giggled and reached for him.

“Get out.”

Regulus nearly yelled. You stared at him, still keeping your voice gentle and soothing.

“Regulus, I am only trying to help…”

“I don’t want your fucking help! You’re nothing to me! The day I signed those goddamn divorce papers that you wanted so much…you stopped being anything to me. Now get the fuck out. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Regulus knew that he was lying. He wanted you with him. Regulus wanted nothing more than for you to be back in their home. He wanted you to be next to him every night and in his arms when he woke up. The two of you could start over and fix everything. Of course, Mila couldn’t be brought back but another baby could help. Another set of little feet running around could heal the wounds that Mila’s demise left…but he was throwing it all to hell.

You slowly stood. While you expected this reaction, you hoped that Regulus would hear you out. You had hoped the two of you could talk things through but it looked like it wasn’t to be that way.

“Alright, if that is what you want.”

You turned and picked your bag up before apparating out of the house without another word. Regulus meanwhile, stood in the kitchen silently. He ran a hand through his hair before turning in hopes you were still there.

“Y/n…”

When he realized the room was empty, Regulus sat down and put his head in his hands. Once again he fucked everything up....

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[ladylooch]

Does liv act any different after she ends the call with Luca ?

And Luca, will you know hit Ryder a little harder next time they're on the ice together ?

The coolness of Luca’s Wild shirt covers my back and shoulders as I pull it on. It’s a synthetic, work out type material that temporarily feels nice against my skin. Then the extra fabric begins to build sweat between my shoulder blades. I’d take this discomfort over my boyfriend calling me out for being… flirty with another man in front of him. 

How could I have been so blind to how we looked together? I’m so embarrassed. Luca took it in stride, even ending the call by suggesting a sexy FaceTime later. I’m so lucky to have him. I stare at the closed door of my bedroom. On the other side is Ryder in my kitchen… baking banana bread… shirtless. Fuck. I shove my face into my pillow, letting out a frustrated yelp. I feel bad about kicking him out. It’s not like we did something wrong, or that he overstepped. That doesn’t seem fair and I don’t want Ryder to think Luca told me he had to go, especially when Luca has been so chill and understanding. 

I open the door, tip toeing out to the kitchen. Ryder is leaning against the counter, phone in his hand, scrolling for a new song. His shirt is back on. He looks up at me and gives a shy smile.

“Everything good?”

“Um yeah.” I nod, biting a corner of my lip nervously. “Definitely good. How is the bread looking?”

“I have no idea.” He is sheepish. “I tried to look again, but it doesn’t look quite burnt enough?” I laugh, going to the oven door and opening it up. Warmth washes over my face, making me stick my tongue out at the added heat to an already hot apartment. They need to fix this heating issue ASAP or I’m going to go sleep at Lio’s tonight. Ryder comes closer. My cheeks start to turn pink as his shoulder brushes mine when he looks in too. 

“Not done yet.” I confirm, shutting the door quickly.

“The cocktail is done if you are ready to try it?”

“Yeah!” I nod enthusiastically, a little too enthusiastic to over compensate for the awkwardness I feel. He hands me a glass with ice cubes, pink liquid, and a salted rim. Tequila slaps my pallet on the first sip, then bright citrus and a good, balanced sweetness coats my mouth to finish. “Oh….” I murmur, then trail off. “Very good.”

“Thank you. I think in another life I could have been a great mixologist.” 

“If you weren’t a Hughes kid?” Ryder’s eyes cloud over a bit in resentment. Not much of his life wasn't chosen for him by his family lineage.

“Yeah… well you know.”

“Lio probably more than me, but yeah.”

“I’m glad we have reconnected as adults. We had fun when we were kids.” I barely remember those days. So much has happened since we lived in New Jersey and our fathers played together in the NHL. Most of my childhood memories revolve around Switzerland.

“Yeah, I’m glad we have become friends.” I answer honestly, looking down at the top of my drink.

“Are you… sure everything is good? I can leave if…” He trails off.

“No. Everything is great. I just. Um. You know I really value our friendship.” I purse my lips afterwards, meeting his gaze head on. He stares back at me for a moment. The understanding is clear in his eyes as he nods. We are friends. That is it.

“Yeah. Me too, Livy. You’re kinda becoming my best friend here. I wouldn’t jeopardize that.” I nod in response. “I, uh, should probably head out to grab our food. Do you need anything else?” I take another long sip of my drink.

“Maybe some air conditioning?” I joke.

“Yeah, this is rough. If you need to, you can come stay at my place tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."

“Oh, thanks. But, Lio said I could go to his place.”

“Oh perfect. That’s closer for class tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” I nod as he puts his shoes back on by the door.

“I’ll be back.” He steps out of the apartment.

The door clicks softly shut behind him. I tap my phone screen to check the time, seeing the lock screen of Luca and I laughing into our kiss this past summer. I miss him so much my chest feels like it cracks open down my sternum. 

6 more days… then I’ll be in his arms again.

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork, on his own, with his mother (in Washington, D.C.) in 1943, and with his brother Nick and their father during their time in Berlin in 1947.

“My childhood was pleasant. My parents are tickled now about my success, but my younger sister thinks more of me as a Monkee than she does of me as a brother. I remember a couple of times when my father vented his emotions on me because of circumstances. He didn’t mean it the way it sounded to me then. If I had never realized this, it could have left me with a traumatic wound for the rest of my life. Like the time when I was minding my little sister and she went off without my knowing it because I was reading comic books. When he discovered she was missing he yelled at me but later I realized that he did it because he was so worried about her absence. Or the time he shouted, ‘Be calm!’ at me and brought his fist down on the table with such force that I trembled all over. I am told that once — I was too young to remember — I was climbing up on the phonograph and he shouted at me just before the lid of the phonograph struck my head. For many years I couldn’t go under anything that had a lid on it without lifting my arm and holding it there to make sure the lid wouldn’t fall down.” - Peter Tork, Seventeen, August 1967

“[M]y parents were together all my life and I had to put myself through an incredible school of hard knocks before I came to any sense of self-worth. I'm still coming to grips with the feeling that there is support for me in the outside world. I'm still relating on a day-by-day basis with my own loneliness and isolation. I've had some bleak moments, of course, and I'll continue to have them, but I trust that if I stay in contact with my source, that my bleakest moments will be a prelude and a vehicle to other times.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“Tork said he argued continually with his cold, unemotional father, came from a dysfunctional family, and drank to drown his loneliness, sorrow, and feelings of being left out and different.” - San Jose Mercury, 1996

“Every time I thought I did something good, my father said, ‘Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back.’ [...] Twice I‘ve seen colors. Once I was so totally in love that everything was pink; I mean, rosy, like that dusty pink that is the rose color. I swear to God, rose-colored glasses, man. It was, I swear to God, it was as if a pair of rose-colored glasses had been implanted in my eyes. Everything had this hue, and it was just, you feel, ‘Okay!’ And then once, I came downstairs, and my parents had had a lot to drink the night before, and the air was black. And incidentally, on our [Shoe Suede Blues] last CD, Saved By The Blues, is the song ‘Saved By The Blues,’ which contains all this stuff. A friend of mine, I’d been, I’d just talked to a friend of mine the way I’m talking to you, and he went home and wrote a song, and called it ‘Saved By The Blues.’” - Peter Tork, Music Groups interview, 2007

“There never was a time I couldn’t drink. My parents let me drink wine if I wanted with dinner, or a sip of cocktails or a bit of beer, nobody ever cared, and I never got too deeply into it when I was young. But it’s pretty clear that everybody’s... that alcoholics have a curve to their disease, to their syndrome, that is basically not affected by life or by anything else, just it’s genetic, it’s in their bones. And I guess my curve hadn’t taken over me, it didn’t... I didn’t even notice I was in trouble until my late thirties. One or two friends of mine knew I was in trouble before that, but not many. [It appears there’s a genetic history] My father died at 86, you know. It’s hard to say that he died of alcoholism, because alcoholics at best die in their sixties, or early sixties, you know, most alcoholics who can survive, who don’t die of anything else, who just die of the organic damage alcohol does to them, die in their sixties. So it’s hard to say, you know. But I think the best teller of the disease; well, there’s two good tells, I think. One of them is: do you drink when it’s against your better interest to do so, and when the information is there that lets you know that it is. And the other is: personality changes, you know. And I used to see my father with personality changes. My mom drank like a fish, but she may not have been an alcoholic, it’s hard to know. But almost certainly my father was. And that’s the only genetic information I have.” - Peter Tork, Take 12 Recovery Radio, (late?) 2000s or early 2010s

“I firmly believe that a low self-esteem did not make me into an alcoholic. It’s far likelier that I was born a pre-packaged dry alcoholic, and was just waiting to develop into a full-blown sopping wet alcoholic; low self-esteem was probably a function of my alcoholism, rather than the other way around. Similarly, it wasn’t reversing my low self-esteem that enabled me to get into recovery. I began my recovery after seeing with the starkest clarity that I was well and properly crushed by the alcoholism. It was in recovery that I began to gain any self-esteem I have now. In other words, I didn’t think my way into well-being, I began to learn how to behave well and then began good thinking (better thinking, anyway,  heheheh).” - Peter Tork, Ask Peter Tork, 2008