#you don't know what suffering is you foolish silly

[stupidbloodygiant]

""""suffer"""" my ramblings on AZ and touch:

It's hard to imagine what it's like to live 3,000 years - especially amongst people who only manage to scratch 100.

Do days and nights even make sense to him anymore? To us, who need to eat and sleep and 'do things' with such frequency, that cycle of day/night is important. We base our existence on it. Can he relate to having a cycle? He would know that people come out after dawn, move about, leave by dusk... but he just wanders. He never got to live a normal lifetime, only part of one - and even that half-a-life was different from regular experiences, as a King.

Knowing/caring about what other people think/feel... it's not easy. Especially when people are such different creatures to himself: An imposing creature that lives every day drenched in misery, separated from humanity by the nature of his life - and never stays anywhere long enough to become a feature rather than an oddity.

I imagine it would be difficult to make plans with him. "10am on the 5th of November" means nothing to him. He might have even grown up with a different calendar and clock system. If he says he is 'going out on a walk' one shouldn't expect to see him for awhile. Maybe he'd think about turning around at nightfall... maybe he just keeps going. Days, weeks...

Say he has a rare moment of connection: A child is sweet to him. Some small meeting that hits his heart. He wanders - but finds himself thinking about them. So he decides to go back, on a whim, to take a chance on joy... He didn't realize he was away for so long. The town has built a new 'railway' through it and is far bigger. The child is now an adult and has kids of his own. Maybe he is still happy to see AZ - but he isn't the same person. The child, the town, the very landscape in his memory... gone forever. It's not just Floette that evades him - everything is fleeting.

I think the effort he would need to go through, changing his habits, to exist alongside someone is actually pretty immense. Which means he would have to care a LOT to even want to try.

I believe he has tried before. Many times. 3,000 years of misery - he's done just about everything, just to FEEL something. Drastic things. Desperate things. Dangerous things. He barely notices anything less, so he wouldn't bother with it.

Bumping into his legs? A brush of hands? Helping someone up? Maybe a mild surprise - however, touching people isn't rare. He's touched more skin than anyone else in the world. Skin, bark, grass, stone... it all feels the same.

But that's just his nerves, worn down over millennia. His heart is just as sensitive as its always been. That's why he keeps it focused on Floette only.

"How starved for contact is AZ?" More than you could fathom. It's the INTENT that gets him.

Having his hand covered or held... Leaning against his side... A hand resting on his knee, or thigh... A gentle, soothing rub of his arm... That intent? To be gentle and affectionate to him? THAT'S rare.

He can touch people - but he can't make them WANT to touch him. That's what he does: seek affection from the one who wont give it.

He's gotten so used to starving. It is much easier to stay hungry, to focus on the one goal - not watching the world warp around him. He SHOULD stay hungry. Leaving long enough for the problem to die hurts less than growing attached and having them slip away.

But while 'food' might make him feel ill after so much hunger... every bite feels like it is healing him. Stronger, safer, happier - it is a difficult magnet to avoid, once he has had a taste of true willing affection.

He is just so, so hungry...

Thinking some more about my new favorite big guy

How starved for contact is AZ? Tumblr shall suffer my curiosity, cause I can write paragraphs here ok

He doesn’t appear to have issues approaching or talking to people, but I can’t imagine him having any regular intimacy. Not just speaking about sex or romance (I’ll get to that later because I think I can have confident HCs now). Just a regular pat or hug every now and again.

Someone in his position may caution or distance themselves from close relationships. And I think he may be too intimidating to approach for the average person. He’s enormous, very direct or intense in the eyes, and…probably a tad smelly.

His Pokémon aren’t exactly the kind you cuddle either? I suppose you could if you were determined to love them anyway. They all know Return so they’ve probably helped keep him sane. A metal golem, a spindly sigil bird, and a tortoise that burns like a furnace …not intuitive to closeness. Something soft and fluffy you hold to your chest is more common, but nothing ever really replaces human to human connection.

I have it in my head that AZ and Kiss’ relationship is a terribly slow burn. 3 years of beating around the bush. He’ll disappear sometimes, for a month or two even, resisting getting his heart torn apart all over again. He thinks he’ll eventually have to say goodbye to her at the end of her own life

But her hands, her smile, their private conversations are powerful. When you click with someone mentally and physically, really truly like them, sometimes it’s intoxicating. He keeps coming back to see her, making excuses to visit, and then making excuses to leave until she doesn’t allow him to run anymore

…

How lucky an immortal man and the descendant of the blood cursed should meet

[metranart]

My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 4)

ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.

- 𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, breeding, obsessive behavior, horny sorcerers, idiots in love, being the willing pet of your senseis, best friend! Megumi, Jealous! Megumi, anal plug, Secret Relationship, Domestic Fluff, falling in love, Pregnancy Kink, Hurt/Comfort, smut, rough sex, shameless smut, creampie, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, shameless flirting, scratching. -

"Did he finally declare his feelings to you?"

You were surprised when the words left his mouth. Your mind unable to processing what you had just heard.

"D-Did you know?"

Geto stared at you without a single doubt in him before nodding his head. You gaped at the blunt honesty of such a vile secret. He knew…those that mean that—

“Gojo also knew?” 

The suffix that you use so endearingly to wrap their names was missing and Suguru feared for the resentful feeling that may be harvesting inside your young, vulnerable chest at the face of this hidden truth. His easy affirmative left you equally speechless even when you knew it was coming. “You knew.” You repeated in a dense, broken mutter. 

“You need to try to understand the reason for some of our actions—"

“May I be of help, Suguru-san?" 

Megumi entered the kitchen and the two of you separated so quickly that no one would have ever suspected that you were about to cum on his fingers less than five minutes ago. 

“We're almost done, thank you very much, Megumi-kun.” Suguru said candidly to his beloved adopted son and glanced at you with the same candid smile. “(Y/N), helped me a lot—”

“—I feel so silly..." 

Geto's heart raced but nothing shown in his features, remaining sweet and calm. Although inside felt desperate to explain to you what you were undoubtedly misinterpreting and giving more importance than it had.

"Silly?" Megumi repeated blankly, his eyebrows furrowing delicately.

You shook your head, your gaze glued to your feet and pouting lamely you showed him your hand. "I cut myself with the knife," you lied skillfully, and out of the corner of your eye you saw how your sensei's broad shoulders relaxed noticeably, ".... I’m so clumsy, how did I not realize it before?"

Megumi took your hand in his and began to analyze it with clinical attention, "I can't find the wound."

"I think it's very superficial, some wouldn't give it much importance..." Geto knew that those words were directed at him, with exclusive malice and devastating intention of sticking the splinter into his already lacerated conscience, "… but it still hurts." 

Your pretty lips pursed in an attempt to stop the outburst of so many mixed feelings. Have you been just a casual adventure for the marriage? A bet to see who would conquer the foolish girl first, his son or them? A sick game for the married couple to bring some spark to their boring lives? To measure who was the bigger alpha among them? Who fucks you first—

You bit down a hiccup and Suguru felt his heart shatter as if it were made of glass and someone brutally throw it against the cold, unforgiving floor. Please little one, don't overthink... wait until we explain to you, it's not what you think... thought the sorcerer who reduced to observing with a heavy heart. 

“—Tell me where it hurts, (Y/N)," Megumi became alert at the prospect that you could be suffering, "...easy there, everything is fine." 

The young adult tried to console you, frustrated at not being able to find the wound -since it didn't lie on your skin- Megumi ran his fingers gently over your palm but nothing, you still looked miserable. His heart sank at the feeling of uselessness, and soon realized that if he wanted to show you that he could take care of you and protect you like a boyfriend would, he had to prove it first.

So, gathering all his courage, he yanked your hand closer and sweetly shy, muttered. "I'll make it better, love. Please don’t cry."

Suguru's eyes opened wide like full moons as he watched his son's lips pepper every inch of soft skin they could find, every finger and cuticle, the skin of your palm, the back of your hand, even your wrist, he varnished of sweet, caring kisses. He'll be so proud if weren't so nastily jealous.

The tear that had escaped your eye, rolled alone down your burning cheeks and the young adult, on a mission, leant closer to wipe it away with his useful and gentle lips. He was finally being useful to you. Once pleased with his quest, those beautiful blue eyes rested somewhat shyly on yours and he felt very proud that he no longer saw glimpses of pain.

A bright smile curved his lips rather handsomely and the blush kidnapping your face was way too brash to call yourself just his best friend. 

“T-Thank you, Megumi.” The stammer won’t leave your voice.

“I promised you that I'll try hard.” He reminded you with a shy, yet sassy grin. And your unexpected bonding moment suddenly burst like a soap bubble.

“Dinner’s ready, hun?” Gojo’s sudden question startled everyone. The white-haired sorcerer attitude felt almost abrasive. 

Neither Suguru, nor you, nor Megumi had noticed his presence and everything he witnessed, from kisses to the confession of a love conquest.... all of this, while he leant his weight on the door frame, one foot in front of the other casually, arms crossed tightly across his broad chest, drinking the scene ... it felt like putrid venom must feel going down his throat.

Suguru couldn't find his voice to answer, and Megumi took the opportunity to pull you by the hand and take you with him, spatting a placid. "We'll be in my room, let us know when dinner is ready."

They both climbed the stairs of the house, hand in hand, followed too closely by two pairs of attentive eyes, one exuding furious frustration and the other indecisive guilt. Once they heard the door shut close and were sure, were out of earshot….

“Thank God! you were here to see our son's smooch session and his crude, love confessions to our lover, Suguru—”

“Put a cork on it, Toru.” Geto hiss like a dangerous snake, leaning burdensomely on the kitchen counter. “I’m not sure, but I think I screwed up.”

-

Dinner was uneventful, if that could be said in such a tangled situation.

Neutral topics of conversation were touched and in most of them you kept quiet or short phrased, everyone walking on thin ice, except Megumi who stepped hard and without restrictions making his raw intentions towards you noticeable, an attitude not common in Megumi who was known for being taciturn, composed and shy.

This change in attitude was sudden but expected, causing both parents to stay on red alert since it seemed that his son was marking his territory, and someone only marks his territory when feels threatened... Did Megumi know something? Did he suspect? Had they been so careless? Had you said something while you were alone in his room to get back at them? —

“I had forgotten to tell you," Megumi began to say as he helped you pick up the plates from the table, "Director Yaga assigned us a special mission," both professors listened attentively, "so (Y/N) is going to sleep here so we don't waste time meeting tomorrow."

"A sleepover?" Gojo spit out.

"I didn't see you bring a suitcase with you, (Y/N). Do you need to borrow some clothes?" Suguru offered quickly, eager to squeeze any comment out of you.

"You would look adorable in one of my t-shirts." Gojo teased, hoping to tear a giggle out of you to zero response. Both ending up frowning, Megumi watching them expressionless, those blue eyes analyzing closely.

"She's using the cursed hidden pocket technique," Megumi suddenly explained, ignoring Gojo's comment, "she already has everything she needs." You smiled thinly at Megumi who retuned you a swift wink, "...I was just letting you know, without a doubt, tomorrow Nanami will explain the mission in detail."

“Maybe you can take five minutes to explain to us right now, Megumi." Geto insisted, playing the worried father.

Megumi pursed his lips and giving you an odd look, started to head to his room, halting to say from the stairs. "I'm going to give you the briefing, there you can find everything, I'm going upstairs to get it."

There was a brief silence before Megumi disappeared upstairs and you continued clearing the table as if nothing happened.

"Sooooooo, you're not going to talk to us anymore?" Gojo was the one who started the duel, not wanting to waste even a precious second of his overprotective adopted son's absence.

You remained quiet but attentive. Paying only the necessary attention to Gojo's movements, who got up from his chair and now surrounded you like a bee around a flower.

"Look at her Suguru,” he grabbed a lock of your hair to play, yet you swatted his hand away in all icy calm. The tall prodigy bite down a growl, “She's not talking to us while this morning couldn’t stop moaning our names, what is that called, baby?" Gojo asked his husband who shook his head disapprovingly from his sitting position, and without really waiting for the answer, added "double standard, that's what it's called." He pointed out and your frown gave him enough satisfaction to continue the one-sided conversation. 

“By the way, how do you feel, (Y/N)?” Gojo asked suddenly in that same poisonous vibe, and an eyebrow rose on your forehead, this time you even looked at him gifting him your undivided attention, since he was awfully close to comfort. “-Is your pussy still sore from me stretching it so good this morning?”

Suguru almost choked on his gulp of water, and Satoru grin wickedly at how embarrassed you looked, taking it as far as to peck the tip of your nose, taking advantage of your astonishment to then borrow a hand to leisurely pat the back of his husband gently as he coughed. 

"Be careful, Sugu, don't choke," chuckled out the prodigy of the Gojo Clan. "I know! (Y/N) teach him the technique you use to swallow our cocks without activating the gag reflex," your cheeks painted in such an intense crimson that for a moment you thought your nose was going to bleed. Your fists tightening harder with each crude comment, “oh, you…. my little, self-righteous, sword swallower."

“Satoru.” Suguru chided his husband, pulling him from the shirt to have him sitting by his side.

“I'm genuinely worried, Sugu,” the special grade sorcerer exclaimed letting his body drop into a comfy position on the couch, “I know we’ve trained her well but if she's going to receive Megumi tonight, she ought to be careful… that boy is awfully thick—” 

“You are being childish, Satoru Gojo!” You raised your voice and quickly lower it down, emphasizing his name as if the mere mention of him was an insult.

“Am I being childish?" The prodigy spat, pointing an index finger at himself. "To be childish is to get angry without even having the complete information," Satoru exclaimed, and you turned your back to them, you didn’t want to hear him, but he wasn’t having it either. 

What was your surprise when your storm out was cancel and you were lifted from the ground by two strong arms that wrapped around your waist. "Let go-..." you growled in annoyance and Satoru ignored you, almost dragging you to the couch like a spoiled child being unreasonable and shamelessly throwing you into the arms of his beloved husband, who gladly received you on his lap.

“Spoiled brat,” grunted the white haired holding your legs for you to stop kicking, “you got her babe?” 

“She’s not going anywhere,” Suguru affirmed. 

His strong arms wrapping around your ribs like a seat belt. With this confirmation, Satoru felt more comfortable kneeling in front of you and throwing your knees over his shoulders, holding your thighs spread with his strong hands to prevent you shutting your legs around his head.

"Listen, pup.” His voice sounded like a trusty adult again, no mock or sarcasm, and the mere tone made you steady, after all, he was a figure of authority to you, “...we didn't chase you because we knew our Megumi liked you." 

Satoru revealed in all seriousness, a little outraged at the simple fact that this could be going through your mind, "...we genuinely like you and you genuinely like us," you felt Suguru deposit a kiss in your neck as a support of that statement and with a loving grin on his face, Satoru began to trail a sinful path of kisses up the inner skin of your thigh, "none of this was planned, it was organic….” 

You frowned, closing your eyes stubbornly, refusing to believe them. “And if I remember correctly, you were the one who offered to suck me off first-" 

"Because I didn't know you'd use me to ignite your boring marriage!" you blasted, glaring at his handsome, shocked face.

"Boring marriage?" You heard Suguru chuckle amused next to your ear. 

Satoru laughed heartily and his man joined him, neither one in the least offended. "Do we seriously strike you as a boring marriage, (Y/N)?"

You pouted your lips like a like a scolded girl. You didn't really believe that, but you were too stubborn to accept it.

With a sensual smile back on his face, your sensei kept crawling up your thigh, rolling your skirt up to glimpse at your white panties, licking his lips at finding a patch of moisture greeting him. “Poor pup, you must be so uncomfortable, lemme be the gracious host and help-”

“Megumi might come down...-”

"-Then I’ll be quick...." his mouth curled into a shrewd grin.

COMING SOON PART 5....

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[waltwhitmansbeard]

Hello! may I request any prompt of your choosing from the hurt/comfort list if I specifically ask for tlovm vaxleth? thank you!

10. "Don't worry about anything now."

It's cold in Whitestone, especially at night, but Keyleth doesn't feel it. Her body is warm, hot even, pressed back against Vax like this. His arm is draped over her, his chin hooked over her shoulder. Her naked shoulder. Because she's naked. They both are. Because they had sex.

Vax's breathing is slow and even, and Keyleth is working overtime to keep hers the same way. It's not that she's freaking out—she's not. Not really. Except her body is sore, pleasantly so, dully tingling in the memory of his hands on her, in her—oh, and while that was happening, the people of Whitestone were burying their dead. And Thordak was still burning Emon. And Raishan was probably plotting her inevitable betrayal. And Percy was lying in a tomb, surrounded by generations of deceased de Rolos. But oh gods, the things Vax's tongue can do.

She's a bad person. That has to be it. She gets together with Vax in their dead friend's home? While Vex is in mourning? Who does that? Sure, she was waiting for Vax to pull his head out of his ass long before Percy died, but still, she could have waited, should have waited, found a better moment, done everything differently—

"You're thinking so loud." Vax's voice is a sleepy rumble in her ear as his arm tightens around her.

She laughs nervously. "Sorry. Just, um. A lot to think about."

His nose trails lazily up the back of her neck. "Care to share?"

Now she's in a pickle. She can't tell him what she was really thinking about, because then he'll think she regrets sleeping with him, which she doesn't—at least, not like that. And she's always been so bad at lying. And if she says she's thinking about Percy, will he think she wishes he were here instead? Because wow, no. She has to lie. But say what—

"Kiki, seriously. If you think any louder you're going to wake up the whole castle."

"Was this a mistake?" She feels his body stiffen, and his arm starts to retract. Fully panicking now, she grabs his hand, uses it to tug herself around so she's on her back, where she can see his face. It's shell-shocked, hurt. "That is not what I meant. I don't—I don't regret this. I don't regret you. I promise, Vax."

His face softens a bit, but he's still regarding her skeptically. "I'm really struggling to find another interpretation here, Kiki."

"No, I know, I just meant—" She throws her forearm over her eyes so she doesn't have to look at him. "Percy is dead and Vex is heartbroken and Whitestone is in ruins again and we have to fight Thordak and Raishan is such a bitch and gods I am so behind on my Aramenté and really what right do I have to be happy with you when everything is terrible—"

He shuts her up by kissing her. His hand pulls her face closer to his, and her arm falls away from her eyes as she melts against his lips. For a moment, everything is quiet.

"Keyleth," he murmurs against her mouth. "You are beautiful and powerful and wise and so very, very silly."

"I'm not—"

"You are. There is no 'deserving' happiness. There is just...finding it. With our friends. With our families." His thumb traces little circles where his hand cups her jaw. "Here, in this bed, with you. You know, a very wise woman once pointed out to me how foolish it was to forgo current happiness for fear of future pain." He smirks at her. "I'd hate to see her forgo current happiness because she's guilty about the suffering of others."

Keyleth chews her lip. "But there are things we could be doing. People we could be helping."

"We can't help anyone if we're too exhausted to stand. C'mere." He gently spins her around again so that he's spooning her, her hand cupped in his, and yeah, the feeling of him behind her, warm and solid, does make the brain chatter quiet a bit. "Don't worry about anything now. We have so much time to worry, I promise you. All of the things you're concerned about will be there in the morning, and so will I." He kisses the nape of her neck. "I don't know what the future holds, but I can't imagine thinking about that when I have my favorite person in the world in my arms."

He squeezes her close, and Keyleth breathes in the arm, woodsy scent of him. Alright. Maybe he's right. Maybe the horrors will still be waiting come daylight. Maybe they can share this night, and the happiness it has brought them. She closes her eyes, and soon, she is dreaming of hundreds more nights, just like this.

[thereticx]

ᎠᏆᏙϴᎡᏟᎬ́Ꭼ III.

♰Summary: A cheater and a homewrecker. Will they be able to get out without any harm to their love and dignity?

♰Warnings: toxicity, slight manipulation, a lot of flashbacks, nsfw content etc.

♰Author's Note: This series has finally come to an end. I apologize for taking so long to write it but it's finally here. Enjoy your read :) (toji next?)

Geto Suguru was not by all means a decent man. He swore oaths of love and loyalty which he ended up breaking, making his wife suffer — her fears all coming true.

“I'm sorry” But was he really?

She bit the inside of her cheek, a bitter sentence settling on the tip of her tongue ‘No you're not’ His wife wanted to say but managed to keep quiet. The thought of her husband with that girl….changed her whole perspective of the man she used to share a bed for years at that point.

“You're a hypocrite , Suguru”

‘I know but I can't help it’

“All this time you reassured me that it was all in my head — all this time you were messing with her behind my back like a coward” The man only nodded his head, agreeing with her every word, thoughts of her swirling in his mind. He wished he was sorry for what he did but in all honesty Geto Suguru has never felt more relieved.

He was no longer imprisoned by a dull and unhappy marriage that lost its spark soon after the wedding. They were both young and foolish, clinging to a silly dream about highschool sweethearts growing old together.

He should've realized that life is not a fairytale and entertaining an extremely pretentious wife takes a toll on not only the body but the mind and soul as well.

He loved her once, he did — but fighting the same battle over and over again for years was something that Geto dreaded — and once you finally entered the picture his morals and everything he ever believed in disintegrated.

“I wanna grow old with you” She giggled, stretching her leg over his hip bone. Her boyfriend looked at her with so much adoration it basically radiated off him. He squeezed the flesh of her thigh and bent down to kiss her swollen reddish lips “Are you sure? You might come to regret it later” Suguru joked, letting his head fall on the soft pillow.

“There's no way I'm letting you run off to someone else” Jane said quickly, the image of her and her boyfriend at the altar flashing before her eyes.

Suguru hummed in agreement, caging Jane's body in his arms and letting the girl rest her head on his chest. The boy looked out the window, his eyes following every speeding car that drove down the darkened road due to the late hour “You better close those pretty eyes and get some sleep. You'd be tired tomorrow” Jane mumbled, cuddling further into her boyfriend’s front “And I don't want to deal with a grumpy Geto Suguru for seven hours straight”.

He simply nodded, darting his attention back to his girlfriend. She was now sleeping, her brows relaxed and her breathing steady. Looking at her, Geto kept hearing her words over and over again ‘I wanna grow old with you’ — is there really such a thing?

Could he really commit to one person for the rest of his life? Wouldn't that be boring? Why not explore every aspect and opportunities that come with being young? Settling down would steal from the endless fun he could have. His friend does it all the time — why can't he?

Is it because he loves her? Perhaps, although love seemed quite a strong word for what he felt for her. Yes, Jane was a nice girl, a smart one that intrigued him from the start but was that enough to make him fall in love?

“I'm not sure about her”

“Who?” His best friend asked, stretching his long legs over the desk.

“My girlfriend” Geto responded, his fingers tracing the design further on the piece of paper “She randomly told me she wants something on the long term —”

Gojo chuckled, readjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He, by all means, didn't want to laugh — to disrespect his friend but like every outsider he saw Jane in a different light. He could see deeper into her persona more like Geto ever could — his friend was just a qualified observer, describing Jane as ‘obsessive’ and ‘extremely jealous’ (he never told Geto that tho).

“Man…I say you run now or you'll later regret it”

“Why's that? Maybe I like the idea”

“If you would've liked the idea you wouldn't have told me about it” Gojo pointed out, his blue eyes scanning his friend from behind the glasses “You've only been dating for like…what ... .three months?”

Geto bit his lip not remembering the piercing he got just a week ago. The pain was like a wake up call, swearing under his breath “Fuck”

“Look, I say you should explore other possibilities instead of going along with her stupid wish. After all…you don't want to live a life without meaning right?”

Years later, a decade after, Geto realized what he meant with that phrase. They weren't friends anymore, due to certain things happening, but nonetheless Geto still remembered.

‘Living a life without meaning’

He lived that life, he knew that life well enough to get sick of it. His subconscious worked against him, pushing him into your welcoming arms.

‘I wanted out from the start’

“What are you doing?” Geto asked her, sneaking a glance at her phone's screen.

Jane school her head and continued typing word after word “I'm just making sure that bitch would be there to properly apologize for ruining us”

The man grabbed her phone before she could press ‘send’ and put a hand on her shoulder “No. You'd be making her feel miserable” He defended you, seeing Jane visibly tense.

“Why are you defending her? She made me miserable…You made me miserable. I'm merely returning the favour” Jane raised her, pushing his hand back. She couldn't stand being touched by him now.

The woman simply could not understand why her husband was not apologetic to her? He should be kissing her feet asking for forgiveness for what he had done. It was unbelievable. How could he be so oblivious regarding her feelings? She was his wife.

“By what?! Embarrassing her in front of her parents and us?”

“Yes!” Jane yelled, getting up from her seat. She pointed a finger at his chest almost ready to tear him apart “I've warned you about her multiple times. She planned to break us off from the beginning — but no, ‘Jane, you're crazy’ — ‘It’s only in your head’. You've told me that. And I, like a fool, believed your every word. She's guilty and I want to see her suffer for it”

“I cheated on you” He said, seconds after Jane finished her sentence “Get that through your head. I wanted to cheat on you with her. Do you understand?”

His wife opened her mouth, the venom sitting impatiently on the tip of her tongue “And I'll never forgive you for it. Neither would them…her” Jane spit, a subtle smile making an appearance on the corner of her lipsa “Her parents don't know the full story — I'm sure.I'll be the one to tell them”

Geto wanted to say something in return, anything that may soften her and the rage that had built inside. He knew how wrong it was of him to rub the cheating in her face but he couldn't let her trash talk the woman he loved.

“You have no right. If anyone should tell them it's her and me”

Jane scoffed “Then do it”

“I will”

“Unfortunately I won't give you the pleasure to witness that”

Things got out of control. The two of them were in the middle of the night club, making out furiously.

Jane and Geto were obviously drunk out of their minds from the way they moved around and acted like no one could see them grinding against each other.

The music was loud and somehow added to the tension between them. Jane trailed her hand down her boyfriend's chest, tracing shapes on his sweaty skin that was exposed from underneath the dress shirt he wore.

Geto grabbed her hand and moved it further down to his leather belt while his own fingers tangled themselves into her messy strands of hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

From across the room, to the bar, their friends made fun of them, taking shot after shot and placing bets on the couple “Should we stop them?!” One of them shouted, trying to make herself understood by the others.

“Why?! They seem to be having fun!”

“Fucking in the middle of the club with people around ?! Go and stop them before they flash someone”

The man finished his drink and squeezed between the bodies until he reached Jane and Geto.

He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and unintentionally yelled his ear off “Get a fucking room!”

Jane threw him the middle finger before dragging Geto away from the club. Soon, they were nowhere to be seen, leaving their friends alone.

“I saw you eyeing that girl with the butterfly top. Think I wouldn't notice?” Jane retorted, laying back on the bed.

She spread her legs and carefully discharged her underwear in a slow manner to torture her boyfriend.

Geto leaned over her body and pressed his erection to her heat “I have no idea what you're talking about. Your drunk and so am I”

Jane unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor then she helped him get rid of his pants “I'm not that drunk. I saw you. Eyeing another girl other than your girlfriend…hmmm…not very nice”

Geto chuckled awkwardly, trying to make out whether Jane was joking or not. He had a hard time reading her especially with a clouded mind “I was only looking at you,believe me” She bit her lower lip in a seductive manner and cupped his member, slowly guiding it to her entrance “Then fuck me to prove your point”

The man hesitated for a moment — was she serious about what she said? Or was it just to mess with his head? Either way, Geto slipped inside her, thrusting up into her cunt like his life depended on it.

“You really think that I'm that stupid?! I don't care if she's your project partner. I won't have her here in our house. I'm not in the mood to see her eye fuck you” Jane argued, slamming her book down on the glass table.

It has been like this for a few weeks now. Fight after fight, nasty remarks and ridiculous accusations — for what exactly?

When she heard her name slip out of Geto's mouth she flipped. There was no way she'd stay and watch her boyfriend with another girl even if it was for a ‘project’.

“The fuck you want me to say to her? Don't come over because my girlfriend is fucking jealous over anyone I come in contact with?”

“Oh…so you think it's okay to have her as your partner? Are you okay with me back away in a corner while you have your alone time?” Geto was left speechless. Clenching his fists by his side, unsure of what he could do to calm her down.

“Text her and cancel right now” Jane demanded, crossing her arms in front of her. She sat in front of him like a statue, only her face betrayed the discomfort and rage she felt.

“I can't do that. The deadline it's in two days” He explained, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Jane nodded her head ironically saying “Sure you can't. But you can make me feel like shit”

“Nothing’s going to happen. I swear”

“Right because you're bringing her here. Who knows what you're up to when you're alone?”

‘Maybe I can calm her down and talk her into it’

Geto placed his hands on her hips and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips. He was in control of the kiss and everything that came after — the sex — he controlled the pace, the positions he put her in, how many rounds they'd be going for — the only thing he wasn't in control was his own feelings.

The love and passion he once felt for Jane…it all started to dim bit by bit.

“There's really no excuse for what I did” You started the conversation. Hands clasped together, back held straight — you were in control. Yes, you were. There was nothing to worry about.

Geto Suguru sat across from you on the couch, looking desperately at you then at your parents.

‘Why would you say that?’

Your parents nodded along as you spoke, revealing almost every detail about your relationship with the older man, leaving out the parts where you confessed your love for one another “I'm aware that what I did was wrong. I should've never make Mr. Geto betray his wife like that. I'm sorry…” You turned to look at him, bits of sweat gathering at your hairline.

“Surely, Geto would have to talk to his wife first and maybe she'd stop by and have you apologize to her as well. But for the moment, I think you're done here, Y/N” Your father said, rubbing your mother's back like she was the most affected out of all of you “You've caused us a lot of stress, daughter. I thought you were mature enough especially at your age to avoid situations of this sort”

“With all due respect, Y/N is not the one to blame for this chaos” Geto interrupted. He blinked slowly, his eyes darkening for a moment. He felt terrible as soon as he walked in here. How could he not feel this way when the woman he fell for was being humiliated and put to the wall for something that takes two people for “I kissed her first and I lied to her about my wife's and I relationship”

“Keep going” Your father ordered, visibly disturbed about this new information.

The younger man did not look at him but rather at you “I took advantage of Miss Y/N and talked her into an affair with me instead of just admitting that I was simply bored with my wife. I apologize” Geto bit down on his tongue, waiting for someone to say something.

You gulped down nervously, a part of you glad that Geto had your back, the other wanting to murder him for opening his mouth in the first place.

“We've been friends for a long time, Suguru. I do not accept such disrespect from a business partner and a friend. Please leave my family alone – please leave my daughter alone”

“Dad–”

“Y/N don't. This is not your decision to make” Your mother warned, before grabbing your hand “Come help me in the kitchen. Let them talk” She forced you off the couch and tightened her grip on your arm, pulling you away from him.

“Mother, please. Don't let dad do this. They've been partners for ages. What is Suguru gonna do from now on?”

“It's not your business. He's a grown ass man, he's gonna go back to his wife and figure everything out” Your mother pointed out, disappointed in her daughter's behavior.

You couldn't hold back the tears now. They started to drip down your face like rain, ruining your makeup and the shirt you wore “But I don't want him to go back to her. She's not good enough for him”

“And who's good enough then?!”

“...”

She grabbed your face and forced you to look at her “You?! Don't make me laugh Y/N. You're a fucking child next to him or her. This is not some fairytale. You broke up a family. Do you understand?! You ruined a marriage” Your mother yelled in your face, only adding to your disheveled self.

Everything was hurting. Everything. Your heart, your head — you just wanted to get out and never be seen again.

‘But what about him?’

“T-they were not happy, mom. He didn't love her” You tried to explain through the tears and broken voice. But instead of trying to convince her you tried to convince yourself. Jane was horrible for him and you knew it. They had to see it as well.

“And you think he loves you?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

You placed your hands on hers that were still on your cheeks and continued “Y-yes…he does. And I love him too”

“Aren't those important documents?”

“Yes they are. However, you're more important” He said, pushing you back down on the counter.

Geto leaned over you, kissing and licking your exposed chest, pinching your nipples “Suguru…more” You moaned, lifting up your hips to feel his hard dick.

“Anything for my love” He whispered, ripping your skirt so he could get rid of your undergarments easier. The material was completely torn but that didn't seem to annoy you.

You parted your lips, a finger disappearing into your heat. Suguru sat back, his tongue darting out to his piercing while he watched you play with yourself.

He took off his pants and underwear leaving only the unbuttoned shirt on. He grabbed at your hair and forced your hand away from your pussy “Enough. I wanna fuck you”

Suguru slipped in without too much effort from how wet you were and started to move his hips with so much force that your eyes started to roll back “Mhhh f-fuck”

You grabbed at his upper arm, trying to match his aggressive pace. He rested his head in between your shoulder and rocked back and forth, fucking his dick deeper into your aching cunt “Fuck fuck…Y/N…you feel amazing”

He moaned loudly, his breath starting to get more and more rapid.

You whimpered, feeling yourself get close to orgasm “Please…want you deeper” You felt his dick rearrange your insides, the tip kissing your cervix over and over again.

The pleasure was too much for you to handle. Suguru, everything that came with him was simply too much to handle. His taste, his smell was all like a drug and you were its addict.

Your back was starting to hurt from the hard surface but still you could only focus on him. Suguru fucked you so hard that your body barely kept up with his fast movements. You were defenseless against him and his desires to completely break you “Shit… I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum, love” He licked your ear, one on his hands cupping your jaw.

The man locked eyes with your messy appearance, hair all over your face, lips bruised, eyes glossy — Suguru forced his tongue past your lips and kissed you messily, drool and sweat mixing together.

You felt his warm cum fill you up, walls squeezing around his dick, your own orgasm taking over.

The two of you were shaking when Suguru pulled out and took a good look at you. He rubbed your cheek, his eyes telling you whatever his mouth was too proud to admit.

You put your hands around his neck and leaned up, kissing the column of his neck. He rested his head back, giving you more access to his vulnerable body, your lips sucking dark marks lower and lower on his body.

When you finally escaped your mother you ran back into the living room, hoping that Geto would still be there.

However, the room was empty, your father nowhere to be seen as well “Where are they?”

Your mother stopped only a few meters behind you and looked out the window “Y/N, go take a shower and rest. You can interrogate your father in the morning”

Without looking at her you said “Fine”. Her stept grew more distant and when you heard stairs crack under her weight you immediately ran out.

‘I need to see him. Things can't end like this. I don't want them to’

‘the number you have dialed is unavailable’

“Fuck. Pick up” You tried again, holding the phone to your ear for minutes on end until he finally responded.

“Where are you? I wanna see you, please”

You breathed, nervously walking around without a destination in mind.

He waited a few before finally answering “I'll send you the address”

Geto ended the call and texted you the location. He wasn't sure of how your meeting was going to go down. After your mother dragged you away he was forced to endure your father's boring speech about them not being partners anymore.

Yes, he was screwed up. Being your father's partner was a huge deal to him, boosting his career but now, in one blink of an eye he lost almost everything. The only one left was you. If you'd still be willing to be with him.

After twenty minutes he heard a furious knock at the door and he rapidly went to answer.

There you were, out of breath, your face all red probably from running all the way there. He didn't even say anything and just dragged you into the motel room, closing the door behind.

“I don't know what my father told you but I'm not gonna stop being with you”

“Y/N —”

“Just listen to me -–” You insisted, playing with the ends of his long hair “I won't stop just because of them. I don't care about your wife or anyone beside you. I love you, Suguru. Please don't end this” He interlocked your hands together, kissing the top of your head. He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb while the other hand cupped your face “You still want to be with me?” Suguru asked, giving you a slight smile “Even with that raging bitch and your parents in our lives? They won't let us be together, my love”

You cupped his face, your nose rubbing against his. You could feel his breathing fan against your cheeks “I don't care. You shouldn't either”

“He was right. I destroyed your future”

Your doe eyes seemed to speak for themselves and Suguru exhaled “You're the death of me. You know that?” He joked, kissing your forehead.

“Of course I know. And I also know that you love me too much to let me go” You bit your lip, before sliding your fingers up his tattooed arm.

Suguru hugged your smaller form and whispered into your ear “Letting you go would only make me want you more”

You only smiled, letting your boyfriend show you how much he missed you for the rest of the night.

No one could truly break the two of you up — not even the figure standing behind that damn door.

Fin.

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Changes pt 3

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: finally what you've all been waiting for, I hope you all enjoy this was such a fun story to write. I feel like I wrote this well, especially the anxiety as I suffer hugely from it, a few techniques in there of how I deal with it if you also struggle <3

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: MDNI. Smut at end !! Implied rape from a past relationship, anxiety, pet names, SOFT DOM ELS ! mentions of drinking and I think that's it :)

Text: orange-ellie pink-reader blue-angela

The red text is flashbacks which is near the end !!

Masterlist || pt 1 ! , pt 2 !

"It's all an act. Dont fall for any of it."

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"She's gunna hurt you Y/n."

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"I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me."

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"Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics."

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"She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you."

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"We warned you."

It was spiraling in your brain, everyone's words including hers. You felt foolish for thinking you could change her in any way. An absolute fool. Why couldn't you of listened to everyone. All you had was hope. But that died that night, that hope was officially gone for good. You had been curled up in bed all of your Saturday. You hated to admit it but you were crying. Laying in your bed with cold tears staining your face. You had come home from that party in the exact same state.

"Oh, babe.." you heard Angela's voice softly say, bringing you into her embrace. You sunk into the feeling letting out tears. "What's up?" She asks pulling back a little. "Y-you were right. I'm such a fucking idiot." You sob. She was confused. "Woah what, slow down." Her hand rubs on your arms, bringing you with her to sit on the couch. "Me and Ellie. Well we were dating in secret, I'm so sorry for that. But we aren't anymore." She changes her expression to a more serious one. "That fucking wh-" But you didn't even want her to finish that. You knew Ellie had hurt you but it was fairly new, you still had some love for her. As troublesome that may be it was nothing but the truth. You had to get over that tho. You had to.

You were laying on your side, still mulling over those same sentences over and over again. It was like a tiny devil in your brain telling you 'you fucked up' but you soon hear your door creaking open. "I made you some sammies." Angie came in with a sweet smile. Your back was currently facing her and you didn't make any effort in changing that as you let out a dry hm. She lets out a sigh. "I won't watch you starve because of some silly girl who's hurt you. Please." You turn over looking at her. "I'll eat, just not as hungry right now." She walks over setting the plate down on your bedside table, moving to sit on your bed. "You're strong ok? I know you will get past this." You give her a tiny nod. "I might just take a nap." She nods in agreement going to leave. "Good idea."

A few minutes go by when you hear the door. You couldn't make out the voice so you continue to rest on your side. Holding the drawing she did of you in hand, staring at it. All of this, everything just wasted. You couldn't bare to look at it any longer, chucking it in a random direction, deciding to get some rest.

Ellies pov.

The night before:

"Oh this one's going to be a good one I can feel it." I say, examining the crowds of people. It was booming, that's for sure. I look at her, she looked so effortlessly pretty. It stunned me. "You're so silly." She speaks. "Come on let's get a drink." I then say, grabbing her wrist and dragging her gently with me. Her smile was brightening every bad thing in this world. "I'll be the sober help." I smile at her. "Not even one love?" She just shakes her head. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?"

It had been maybe an hour into the party and I didn't feel completely with it. Y/n was sitting comfortably in my lap, just looking so beautiful. "Mmm I want another." I slur. And there it was, her gorgeous giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." I blurt out suddenly. "Well that's very kind of you." She replies. But as I keep looking at her I could tell something was off, or was I daydreaming? Was the alcohol just messing with my brain. I decide to ignore it, not in my right mind. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." I watch as she smiles at me, probably replying but the music drowns out not only my thoughts but any formable words. Feeling her get off and leave, I could feel my brain going fuzzy too. But deep down something just didn't feel 100%. I eventually turn my head to look at her, noticing Kenny speaking to her.

That boils my blood. Why can't he just mind his own business? Stop it Ellie, you haven't been angry like this in forever, don't break that streak now. She comes back over handing me my drink, I give her a mumbled thank you. "Was he hassling you?" "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." As I look at her I notice her posture shift, i knew it wasn't her getting comfortable on my lap. Because if anything she looked uncomfortable.

"You alright mama?" I decide to just ask. "I'm just going to go for a pee." She states, beginning to get off. "Oh.. alright love." I'd be lying If I said I wasn't worried, but the other half of me felt dizzy, making me forget slightly what was going on. I shake my head going to get up and get another drink. When I eventually hear shuffling next to me. I turn my attention to see a dirty blonde girl. "Hey." She gently says. It takes me a moment as confusion washes over me. "Hi?" Silence. "You don't remember me?" More silence. Because no, I didn't know who the hell she was, until I take a better look. "Sophy." She smiles. "Ah so you do remember." I somehow felt awkward. "Uhmm yeah." Still really confused on why she's even talking to me. "I missed you." Stunned. "I- huh?" Now I was really baffled. "But- i kinda just left ya." It was bad, but it was the truth, why would she miss me. "Yeah well. You were still hot." I furrow my brows at a loss of words. "I- wha-" When I suddenly feel her lips on mine, I felt all too sober right then as my eyes widen. But before I could push her away- "Ehem." I hear someone clear their throat, I don't even need to turn around to know who it was.

"Fuck.." I mutter, slowly turning to face her. "Wait baby no i-" I began but suddenly my freshly poured drink was being dumped on me. I sigh. "No." She points at me. "Ellie what the actual fuck." I stare at her, saying nothing. Not even knowing what to say. Fuck, it's like it's happening all over again, speak you idiot. My eyes widen as she starts to cry.. ive never seen her cry before, safe to say I never ever wanted to witness it again. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." I immediately shake my head. It was all wrong. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But she cuts me off, shoving the cup into my chest. "Shut up Ellie." And I listen. I couldn't fuck things up any more then i have. Right...

It was silent, after a second or two she soon goes to leave. "Wait-" I start, but it was no use. She was gone in the swarm of people. "Fuck." I curse under my breath. I couldn't let this happen, not her. Not someone who I know I've fallen in love with. God Ellie you should've just told her. I wanted to make this right, after all she was my everything. I stride through the crowds when I spot her. I notice she isn't alone. God, does Kenny ever just fuck off. There's that anger again, but nothing was stopping me this time. I March on over there, pushing him to the ground ignoring all the fallen gasps. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" I retort. "You bitch." He starts to speak, getting off the floor and making an attempt to hit me, but he misses. "Fight round two then, you fucker." And it begun, the tiny fight between us. But I notice her going to leave. "Wait no- please let me explain!" I yell, grabbing onto her wrist. She immediately pulls back, with anger herself. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" I plead, but she just shakes her head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed."

And that was that. I watch as she leaves. I felt so empty like I had just lost my best friend. What the fuck was I going to do.

Missed calls. I called her so many times, I was freaking out. Think Ellie. God. This was suppose to be the one thing I didn't fuck up. I pace in my room, debating on what is the best approach. Nothing. "Come on brain. You can be creative, don't lack in that now!" There was one option. Going to her dorm and trying to talk to her, Angela. There needed to be a backup plan tho, I had no faith in the first one. I flop on my bed with a long sigh. "You made her cry.." it hurt to even look back on, her hurt features. Her anger, but most importantly those glossy eyes. I close mine trying to get the image out, laying on my back still thinking. "Fuck it." I get up and head over to her dorm. Knocking on the door hesitantly, when Angela is suddenly in sight. "Can I spe-" "No." She immediately cuts me off. "But-" "No Ellie you broke her fucking heart. Again. Why do you always do this to people." I stare at her. "This time was an accident I swear-!" She raises a brow. "You accidentally kissed someone? Yeah alright." There was no winning this. "Please just let me talk to her and explain." She looks at me, but not before shutting the door in my face. Great. What now?

It had been a few days later, and there was no sight of her in classes. Which was worrying, knowing how involved she was with the work. It was saddening to say the least. I decided to have a small wind down in the library, wanting to clear my thoughts in the safe space. When I spot her just sitting in a corner, reading. Was I dreaming? I haven't seen her in days. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor, staring. Do I go over? Talk to her? What do I say?

All these thoughts raced through my mind when I just stood up properly, beginning to head over there. I stand for a few moments in hopes she'd see a person's shoes and look up. As her head rises I notice her eyes. Tired. Worn out. Red and puffy. My heart breaks all over again, especially when her soft expression turns into a bitter glance. "I uh-" I sigh scratching my neck. "Can we talk?" There was silence. Not our enjoyable silence that we'd always share. A cold silence. "Nothing to talk about." I swallow hearing her voice for what felt like forever. And it hurt, the pain deep inside her. "Please." Pleading. I just needed to try say something. I bend down getting infront of her view, needing her to look at me. When she does I just pray she hears me out. "Go on." I soften my look, hearing how uneasy her voice was. I know I didn't mean for all of this to happen, but how could I. How could I of let her kiss me at all- my thoughts were cut off when I hear a faint cough. "She kissed me." Great going. "No really? I'm well aware." God damn Ellie. "I just- I mean, I didn't kiss back." "I saw you Ellie, that's such bullshit." I close my eyes. "Ok, well I didn't enjoy it." She scoffs. "So you admit you did kiss her back?" Now I was silenced. Shit. "Uhhh- well- fuck sake."

She shakes her head. "Just leave me alone." She says dryly, getting up from her spot about to leave. I go to grab her, but don't. Wanting to not repeat history. "Please just let me explain more." She bites her lip, and I know she's suppressing tears. "You've said enough." And so I let it be. Letting her walk off and out of the quiet building.

A few weeks. That's how long ago the library incident first happened. I hadn't seen her around since. Had she left.. like Noelle. "No, don't be silly she loves it here she would never. Not because of me, right?" I huff, that had become a habit, talking to myself. I was still on the mission to get her back or atleast explain things. But my brain was bone dry. It was currently the last class of the day, I rested my chin on the desk, still trying to think. "You know Ellie." Dina began. "Why don't you do something nice for her, give her a note saying to meet somewhere, maybe make her some food or-" I shake my head. "This isn't just some ordinary girl." Dina was honestly shocked. I turn my attention to her. "Shes more than that, I have to do something bigger." She pats my shoulder. "Maybe she has changed you Williams, cuz you've never spoken such things about anyone." It's true, she definitely did. "If this was you and Jesse had done this and you still loved him and such, what would you want him to do?" She ponders that question. "Well I suppose I'd want the truth from both. Him and this random girl." My face lights up. Genius! I smile wide going to hug her. "That's brilliant Dina! But- wait. How would I even do that." I ask. "I think you should figure this out on your own, if she really has changed you I think you should know what to do."

"I'm sorry for screwing you over." My words come out rushed, looking at Sophy with so much hope. She just looks at me. "Really?" I nod. "That's very big of you." She states. "Yeah well, just trying to mend past situations." There was a long pause, before either of us spoke. "Hey, I'm sorry for kissing you that night. I'm in no way that kind of person. Maybe when I'm drunk but I didn't even know you were seeing anyone, didn't even know the Ellie Williams ever could to be fair." The confession heals something inside me, letting that hope be reassured. "So you forgive me for being a complete jerk ages ago?" She smiles and nods. "Yeah we're cool." A sigh of relief escapes my lips. "So what's happening with her? Are you two speaking." I shook my head. "Shes mad and upset and to be honest I don't blame her. I did technically kiss you back-" "you didn't actually." I furrow my brows. "Huh-?" So incredibly confused. "But she said she saw it-" Sophy shakes her head. "Well I didn't feel anything. You must've been talking or something beforehand to make it look like you did, but you didn't. I remember most when I'm drunk and you never kissed back. Plus she caught it before it could progress."

Happy was an understatement. "That's incredible, oh my God I could just k-" we give eachother a look. "Yeah no, bad line to use." I let out a slight awkward laugh, making her shake her head with a smile.

She agreed to help me smooth things over and I was forever thankful. "How do we go about this?" She asks. I think for a moment. "Maybe you could knock on her door and ask to speak with her, and maybe clear the air. Might be best if I'm not there so you can talk properly?" "Sounds good, I don't see a problem with that." I let out a breath of relief. "Ok awesome, thank you."

And after an hour or so she was back. "So how'd it go?" I sit up. "What's something she loves?" I was incredibly confused. "Reading, painting, music. Why?" She leans on the wall. "Shes a kind person, I think she forgave the fact I had apologized, but I reckon you should now do something so she can forgive you completely." I let that sink in and I knew just the thing.

Readers pov

It had been a long day, stressful classes, tons of work. Thank fuck it was a Friday and you could wind down again. You were currently snuggled up on the couch, watching some random cheesy romcom on the TV. Considering it was a Friday that meant Angela was at her boyfriends, so dorm all to yourself. You're brought back out from your thoughts to a knock at your door. Odd. Who on earth. As you open it you spot a girl, not really even processing when you suddenly remember. "Hi, can we talk quickly?" You were shocked nonetheless. What was she even doing here. You let her in anyway, your intrigue getting the better of you. You both make your way over to the couch in silence. "I would like to apologize for kissing something that didn't belong to me." She begins. You on the other hand stay silent and let her finish. "I was drunk- and that's never an excuse, but I do, do crazy shit when I am, I'm not that kind of person sober." There was a silence for a moment. "Doesn't excuse how she acted tho. I appreciate your apology." She nods. "Well if it's any constellation, she never kissed me back." That just confuses me. "Wait she didn't?" She shook her head. "I can assure you. It was just my goofy ass's doing." It only makes you feel a little silly for not knowing the whole story. "I feel embarrassed-" "don't, if anything i probably would've done the same, besides she didn't have the best track record did she? It's no surprise you'd assume." You're now the one to shake your head. "I shouldn't of, I should've let her atleast try and explain."

"Thank you for coming to clear it up with me." You say, escorting her out the door. "Of course, only right thing to do." You nod, giving her a smile. "Although I would've liked her to of come to do so- I know she's tried but I dunno- you think shes given up on trying to fix this?" She lets out a tiny laugh. "Far from that, give it some time yeah? If you know Ellie she never half asses things she loves." You just hope that's true.

It had been a few days later. Two to be exact. And you were currently on your way back to your dorm room. You were about to get your keys when you realize it's already open. "Angie?" You begin, but once you open the door you're greeted by those green eyes. That pale, freckled skin. "Ellie-" You breathe out, setting your things down. Wondering what on earth she's doing here. You notice a few things, like her guitar, then you suddenly smell food. "What is all this." "My apology." You let her continue knowing you had been a bit hard on her. "I made your favorite meal, and I know you were busy today as it was a Friday, so let me take care of you. I'm going to play your favorite song as you relax." Your gaze softens. No one had ever done this for you. Ever. So it melts your heart completely. "Here, come sit." She gestures. You go over to the couch, sitting down as she prepares her guitar, situating it properly in her lap. She begins to play the song Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, your entire face lights up. It hadn't been this bright in awhile, and Ellie seeing that makes her truly happy. Once the song finishes she looks at you. That comfortable silence being back and better than anything. "I- that took me maybe a week to learn, and honestly it wasn't easy but its the easiest song I've ever had to lea-"

But she was cut off by you kissing her. She missed it so much, how soft and safe your lips felt against hers. She was happy again. You pull back to get a look at her. "No one's ever done anything like that for me." She smiles wide. "I've never done anything like that for anyone." She states. "Well I'm glad I was the one." Another comforting silence. "You are the one." Your heart skips a beat at her words, just hearing them makes you giddy inside. "You really think so?" She shakes her head, making you furrow your brows in confusion. "I know so." And that sudden worry was gone again. All you wanted was to kiss her, she got the feeling. Setting the guitar down and bringing you closer. Kissing you so sweetly. You both part. "Well let's eat I bet you're hungry." You nod. "Starved." Your hand reaches out grabbing the plate of pasta. "Smells amazing, I didn't know you cooked." She laughs. "Again with the assuming my love." You put your hands up in your defense. "Didn't say you didn't look like the type to! ... although." A cheeky grins spreads across your face. She lets out a chuckle going to lightly hit your arm. "You're a menace." You begin to eat the meal, and it wasn't too bad. Had all the good flavorings, the perfect amount of cheese which she knew. "No one knows me as well as this, it's quite special to me." She puts her plate down to speak. "No one?" You shook your head. "Not even my parents."

She looked shocked. "Well, glad I could be the one who listens properly. Even though it truly isn't a hard thing to do." You nod at her statement. "You are a good listener. You know how I can tell?" "How?" She leans back intrigued, you take a moment. "Whenever I talk about something and I forget what we were talking about, you always will remind me of the exact thing in best detail that I was speaking of. And always it rejogs my brain. That is how I know you're truly listening." She smiles at you. "You're so cute." The compliment makes you blush, hard. "I missed you." You blurt. "I missed you too angel, so much you have no idea."

That night had been the most relaxing night of your life. It ended with her sleeping in your bed cuddling you until you fell asleep, the safeness you felt was undeniable. It was a regular Tuesday, not too busy but also not so quiet. It all went down hill with the last assignment you got, since you had been a bit out of it recently. You must admit you were slacking. It's not like you at all but you were determined to redeem yourself. That is until the project was due in 2 days. A project this big, no way in hell you were getting it done by then. Not unless you stayed up all night and day. It didn't help that you had classes ontop of that. Stress started to arrive as you go over the assignment. You were currently at the library, skimming it over and over. You begin to bite your lip, chewing and searching for any loose skin as that seemed to help you in some way. It's like a calming technique you picked up through the years, although the consequences aren't so calming. You would forever get ulcers that prevented you from eating because of the infuriating pain. You needed to stop doing it truth be told. You were pulled from the slight manic reading when Ellie is heard. "Hey baby, whatcha doin." She sits down across from you. "Just this assignment." You give her a smile. "How was your day?" You ask her.

"Pretty boring, but hey. Not anymore." She smiles at you now too. "Wanna do something later, you can come over and we can just chill." God that sounded nice but you knew you had to decline. "You can do this and maybe I draw or practice guitar, whatever suits you." God she was so sweet and thoughtful. "That's such a beautiful offer, Els but I think I'm just going to go back to my room to try finish this." And Ellie being Ellie she was agreeing. "Ofcourse yeah! Let me know if you need some company at all." She goes to get up, but before leaving giving you a kiss. "Bye baby." You kiss her back. Once she's left you look back at the work. "Right, let's go." You say packing it up and heading to your dorm.

"Hey." Angie says coming in. "I made some food it's out there if you want it." You nod, focusing on all the papers on your bed. "Whats all this?" You look at her. "Just some work I needa catch up on." She looks at it, then you. "Ok, well please eat." "Uhuh." You didn't take your eyes off of the sheets of paper, scribbling a few words on it. She let out a sigh which you hadn't even heard her do. She leaves soon after, closing the door.

8:01

-Hey sweetheart, just checking in. Making sure everything's ok. :)

You had been so engrossed that you hadn't even felt your phone go off, let alone hear the damn thing.

8:37

-hey sorry, yeah everything's going fine.

-want that company?

-you know, yeah. I'd love that, that sounds nice.

-be there soon. <3

You stop for a moment letting out a breath, you were looking through everything when your face drops, realizing you had completely missed a whole section. "Fuck." You curse going to grab it. There was absolutely no way you were finishing this on time now, you hadn't even seen it how are you going to put this in all of a sudden. "God damn it." "Everything alright?" You jump at the sound of Ellies voice. She holds a hand out. "Woah- didn't mean to startle you it's just me." You shake your head. "Sorry- just a bit jumpy I didn't expect you yet." You reply. She looks at your bed. "This is alot of work." You sigh, trying your hardest to stay positive. You turn your focus on her. "You brought your sketch book." She smiles going to sit in your desk chair. "Sure did, needed to do some doodling." You nod at her, going to continue to figure out what to do with this crap. "What's all this even for?" She asks. "English. Kinda stupid but oh well." Her brows furrow. "You love English tho." "Mmm, I do. But not when it's like this.." you sigh again. "You alright tho?" You nod at her question, flashing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good." She smiles at your own, going to start to draw.

The next night was harder, the whole day was. Trying to find spare time to get more done. It was nearly impossible. Your stress was increasing, making your anxiety appear. You were tearing your hair out in your bedroom. "Hey, have you eaten today?" You hear Angela's faint voice. "Mhmm." You lie. She huffs. "Im worried about you." Your eyes never leave your page. "Well I'm all good in the hood." You slightly joke around by saying that silly saying. "I'm serious Y/n. You hardly have a break from that." That went straight over your head not even hearing what she's saying. She sighs going to close the door again.

-can you please come over.

-why what's up?

-she's freaking me the fuck out, she's not eating I don't even think shes fucking slept, I notice shes been acting incredibly off and it's very worrying.

-slow down, why do you think all this?

-the food from last night was still sitting out this morning. She said she'd eat it and she hasn't. Her eyes are so bloodshot I could see from the millisecond she looked at me. Her bags were prominent too.

-oh Jesus.

-please come over here, I think she really needs you right now.

-I'll be over right away.

Your breath was shakey as you talk to yourself about what you had to do. Your room was a complete and utter mess. Paper, pens, folders. Everywhere. You were so engrossed by it you hadn't even heard your door open. "Y/n?" You heard, you turn your attention to the voice. "Hm?" She saw. Ellie saw what Angela was talking about. "Angie said you haven't eaten." You wave her off. "Can't." She was confused. "And why not?" You pull your lip down to the unsurprising ulcer that had formed. You let your lip rest back, getting back to your studying. "Well I'm going to go reheat the food I'll be right back." You give her another hum, not focusing on a word that came out her mouth. When all of a sudden, the stress was just gone. Your face sits still. Uh oh. That stress had now been replaced with anxiety. Shit. You couldn't let her see you like that. You had to stay calm. But once a panic attack occurred. There was no stopping it. Your breathing became more heavier, taking in breaths to hopefully get that heavy feeling that was on your chest away. No use. It only made things worse, making you freak out again. You felt like you couldn't breath, grabbing onto your sheets feeling tears start to come. Your entire body shaking from the arising panic attack, but also from the lack of sleep. It was going to catch up eventually. It just had to be now. "It might be a bit too hot so just-" Ellie begun. But immediately put the bowl down on your nightstand.

Her movements were speedy coming to crouch down infront of you. She watched you cry your heart out, breathing as if there wasn't air. "Hey hey hey hey, look at me baby." You shake your head, never wanting her to see this. "Please." Her gentle touch makes you reluctantly do so, still letting out streams of tears, shaking uncontrollably. "Shhh." She softly let's out, rubbing your knee. "I-i can't. I can't breathe-" She stands up gently grabbing your hand and putting it to her chest. "Yes you can, youre ok I swear to you. See?" You look at her then your hand, still freaking out slightly, you can feel a ramble about to approach. "This stupid work- Its- suppose to b-be done by tomorrow and I'm nowhere near done. I can't fuck this up because I had been slacking because of everything- and then I messed up on this last night, I h-have absolutely no time during the day because of other classes everything's so messy and I don't know what to do." You sob more. Her heart shatters at your unsteady voice and sobs. She wants to hug you but also doesn't want to overwhelm you even more. "Slow down yeah, once you take a small breath you'll be ok, trust me?" She squeezes your hand reassuringly, letting you know she's right there. "Youre safe. You're going to be just fine. I'm right here." Her voice was so delicate, you let your mind listen to it feeling the sobs begin to slow. "That's it there you go. Can I give you a hug sweet girl?"

You nod at her kindness, wrapping your arms around her torso and resting your head on her chest. She softly kisses your head hugging you tightly. Your grip also tightens not wanting to let go. "Can we stay like this?" You mumbled into her hoodie. "As long as you need angel." Your eyes close, listening to her steady heartbeat. Feeling that tiredness take over. "Can you try eat a small bit before you get some well needed rest, please?" You nod sheepishly, pulling back but still keeping close to her. "Can you stay with me tonight.." Your voice was unsteady but you honestly didn't care you were more than comfortable with her seeing you like this, you thought you wouldn't be, infact you worried about it for nothing. Maybe that's the same for alot of silly things you stress over. "I still dunno what I'm going to do about this stupid work." Your head lowers, looking at your hands in your lap. She thinks for a bit. "Leave it to me ok?" Your eyes move to look at her. "No no, it's ok-" "Please baby. Let me help you." Her hands gently grab your cheeks, and you just give her a nod. "Good, let's get you to eat then some rest hm?"

It was probably a few months that had gone by, you and Ellie were stronger than ever. Doing so well. You were currently over at hers, her roommate being out, you two were just hanging about in her bed. Laughing, smiling, talking. It was a lovely way to spend your evening together. When she turns to you. "Hey pretty girl." She smirks slightly, glancing ar your lips. "Hello." You reply cheerful. You notice her eyes, wanting to kiss her, leaning in to do so. Her hands sneak to the small of your back as the kiss was slow but heated, with intense passion. "Have you." Kiss "Ever thought." Kiss .. kiss - it slowly moves to your jaw. "About sex." And your eyes go ghost. Your mind runs, your heart pounds. Because no you haven't and there's a divine reason why. "I know I have."

"Don't move you little bitch."

You swallow. "I uhm- I dunno exactly." You could tell Ellie was in the mood, and her kisses were so nice-

"Absolutely pathetic, and you're letting this happen."

You blink furiously. "You make me so happy." The kisses continue, and you freeze. Just like all those years ago. "Youre so pretty baby." Your heart rate picks up again. Your anxiety peeking. "E-ellie.." You wanted to try to tell her. Considering you haven't mentioned it yet. "Mmm?" Her kisses move down to you neck, everything was soft but..

"Dumb. Fucking. Cunt."

You could feel slight tears. "Is this ok?" She asks. And when you don't respond she asks again. "Baby?" Then suddenly she feels something wet hit her nose. "My love?" She looks up this time, seeing the small tears. "Hey, hey." Her voice was velvet, making more tears fall. If anything you weren't as scared to do sex all over again, you felt so incredibly safe with her, and remembering all those flashbacks just proved how new all this was. It felt foreign. "Talk to me pretty." She goes to softly stroke your hair. "Was it something I said?" You just shake your head wrapping your hands around her wrist gently. "You're perfect." A silence. "Then why are you crying sweetheart." Her voice was as tender as her touch and you knew you were in love with this woman. "Because you're perfect." She smiles brightly. "Years ago, I was with this girl. We were together for 2 years when near the end she got incredibly toxic with me. And she well in some words-" You didn't even need to finish your sentence, Ellie knew and immediately hugged you. You returned it tightly, like you always did. That silence came back and it was incredibly comforting. "I love you." You hear her voice whisper in your ear. Pulling back to look at her a little surprised. "You don't have to say it b-" But you cut her off bringing her in for a kiss again. "Yes." That confused her. "I've thought about it with you and yes." Then the smiles return, and so do the heated kisses.

After a short while she moved to be more ontop of you but stops briefly. You look at her, she looks way too good right now. "Can I eat you out angel." Her face was close to yours but the way she asked only turned you on more, the fact she's such an angel with this all is an even bigger turn on for you. "Please do." You breathe. Feeling her slowly take off your shirt, she looks at your breasts admiringly. "You're flawless." You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but not because you were anxious or anything, because your whole body felt like it was heating up, all because of how loving she was. She moves her lips to kiss one slowly turning into a gentle suck, around the skin and on your hardened bud. You breathe out, but even that sounded pretty to Ellie. Making her close her eyes at everything right now. She couldn't get enough of you. "You're so beautiful, so incredibly pretty." She blabs on. Her kisses move down your stomach. Keeping with her tender like touch. She slowly but surely pulls your pajama pants down along with your underwear. She takes a moment to take this all in. "Want to take my time yeah? Promise it's not in a teasing way. You truly don't deserve that especially not right now. Just want to savor hm?" You nod, biting your lip ever so slightly.

"You sure it's ok mama?" She rubs circles on the fat of your thigh. You give her a nod but she shakes her head. "Wanna hear you verbally say it, please?" Your smile grew. "Yes Ellie I promise its ok, please do it." Your soft voice made her smile grow. "Angel girl.." She began, gently stroking your clit. Your breath hitches at the feeling. "Need to make you feel good, gotta." Her mouth slowly comes down to you, licking softly. Delicately. That then turns into sucking and she did not disappoint. She in fact was making you feel good. Amazing even. She keeps the pace, eventually looking up at you and the way you'd react to everything. When you felt her tongue go in you, you lost it entirely. Your mouth hung open with so much pleasure everything felt so natural. It always did. "Mmm, knew you'd be as sweet tasting.. such a perfect girl." You let a moan slip. "E-ellie i-" "Mhmm, feel you clenching on my tongue. I got you baby. I got you." This woman didn't make you last long at all but in hindsight. You were not at all complaining. Because as you began to cum, you feel the most incredible orgasm approaching. You felt content, safe. Secure. "Thereee you go Angel. Atta girl." She mumbles letting you ride out your high on her tongue. "Mmm Ellie please I need you so bad." She licks her lips coming up to your face. "Yeah love?" You nod. She goes to take off her clothes, going to get back ontop of you.

But she stops again. "Why don't we try this." She goes to lay down on her back getting you to straddle her. "You be in control okay? I'm right here to help. Just want to make sure this is perfect for you. All I want." You look at her lips, leaning down to kiss them. Her hands tangle in your hair, giving you a tender scalp massage as the two of you kiss. You situate so your pussys directly on hers, not moving just yet, going to sit up a bit. You begin to move shortly after. Watching as you both open your mouths. Her soft grunt made your stomach do flips. "You're so perfect Els.." Your breath became uneven, in the best way possible. She looks down at the two of you then back at your face, your features. "God your ethereal." Another moan escapes you as you speed up. "Good girl, doing so good." The praise went straight to your core helping egg your orgasm on. "C-Can we cum together, please?" Her heart fluttered at your words. "Ofcourse my angel. Wouldn't want anything more than to do so." Your pace picked up again, letting more moans slip from your pink lips. "So well, so incredibly good. Fuck." You knew she was getting close you could just tell. And so were you. Her hands rest on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. "Ready mama?" You nod with her, cumming with moans. Grunts. Of eachothers names even. As you rode out your high making sure Ellies was met too, your body became weak. Flopping onto her torso. "I love you, Ellie." You say back from about 30 minutes ago. Her smile was like it was tattooed onto her face. "You truly have changed me, Y/n.. and for the better." You close your eyes. Feeling yourself drift of to sleep. She kisses your head, stroking your hair gently. "Wanna marry you some day even.."

:))

[lychniis]

⚘ ― EVENFALL ! ( valentines day event ).

( # )ㅤ evenfallㅤ —ㅤ twilight ; dusk. the period or the light from the sky between full night and sunrise or between sunset and full night.

syn. a valentines day / white day event inspired by hozier lyrics ( and also seconding as my 1000 follower event i suppose XD ). feel free to drop by and select a prompt from the list below alongside a flower / genre. you could always opt for more flowers. however please note that minors are not allowed to request for / interact with nsfw works. please note that the maximum character limit is three.

this was more of a last minute bout of silliness, but i'd love to write some requests for you guys after supporting me and my bs for nearly two years now XD. so hey hey, my inbox is open to be raided! i'm currently taking this event for genshin impact and honkai star rail!

prompts. the prompts and flowers available are listed below. you can request a single prompt + one of more flowers of your choice! you could also add some additional suggestions if you'd like, say a setting or an au or a scenario! requests close by the 20th of febuary. i'll start posting on white day, march 14th.

daisy — fluff.

hyacinth — angst.

tulip — crack / humor.

orchid — smut.

i. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

ii. ❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

iii. ❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

iv. ❛ some like to imagine. the dark caress of someone else. i guess any thrill will do. ❜

v. ❛ honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes. i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

vi. ❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

vii. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

viii. ❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

ix. ❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

x. ❛ idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword. ❜

xi. ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. ❜

xii. ❛ i'm so full of love I could barely eat. ❜

xiii. ❛ honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. ❜

xiv. ❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

xv. ❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

xvi. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

xvii. ❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

xviii. ❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

xix. ❛ screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. ❜

xx. ❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.

xxi. ❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

xxii. ❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

xxiii. ❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

xxiv. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

xxv. ❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

xxvi. ❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

xxvii. ❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

xxviii. ❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

xxix. ❛ be still, my foolish heart. don't ruin this on me. ❜

xxx. ❛ honey, i wanna race you to the table, if you hesitate, the getting is gone. ❜

( all the dialog prompts presented here are taken from songs by hozier. i own none of them. )

EVENT WORKSㅤ •ㅤ ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

[thegoldencontracts]

what would you imagine azul’s ideal first date would be? whatever it was, he’d probably be very awkward, but would try to cover it up, of course, because azul?? being nervous?? no way!!

Don't Question Me!

Epic idea, dearest anon, I love flustered Azul hehe <3

Notes: Teasing reader bc I was in a silly goofy mood

If someone told Azul Ashengrotto that he would be closing the Lounge for an entire night just so he could deal with the anxiety he felt going out with his crush, he would've laughed in their face.

But here he was, sitting in a seat, desperately attempting to keep his composure while you looked at him with amusement in your eyes.

"Hey, Azul," you said, picking at your dinner. "Is something wrong?"

Azul hastily shook his head.

"No, not at all," he said.

You just grinned. He didn't like that look one bit.

"Really?" You said. "You seem nervous."

Azul scoffed. He couldn't let himself be so easily teased.

"Preposterous," he said. He didn't like the way your amusement only seemed to increase at that.

"You don't have to deny it, Azul," you teased. "It's normal to be nervous on a first date."

"I pride myself on deviating from the norm."

"Bold words. Can you prove them?"

What was your agenda here? Were you intending to get something from him? Was this all some convoluted blackmail attempt?

"Of course I can." Azul decided to answer your challenge. "How exactly do you intend for me to do it, then?

You smirked, as if you were completely certain that whatever you said next would render Azul defeated.

"Why don't you let me feed you, darling?"

His face warmed up. Curses.

How was he meant to respond to that? Let you? That seemed like the only way to avoid being teased here.

You sensed the embarrassment radiating off of him, if the way your grin widened was any indication.

"Unless, of course, you're too embarrassed?"

"P-Preposterous!" Azul exclaimed, cursing himself for how flustered he sounded.

"Prove it, then." You didn't give him a moment to compose himself before picking up some of the salad on his plate and putting it up to his mouth. "Say 'ah'."

What sort of game was this? It should've been so easy to just allow you, prove he wasn't flustered by intimacy, put an end to this tomfoolery of yours-

But he couldn't. His face had flushed, his palms dripping with sweat, as if this were some Herculean task rather than an act common during dates.

Why? He was ordinarily so composed - even when the most bone-chilling of insults and threats were hurled at him. He'd spent years ensuring he knew how to effortlessly navigate conversations, but it seemed like that had all been thrown out the window.

You seemed all too smug about this. That wouldn't do. He had to regain his composure.

"Apologies," he said, more mumbled. "I was merely confused at how stupid- er, unfamiliar your behavior is."

The fake Freudian slip - that usually worked. No one managed to see through it.

But, of course, it seemed you were an exception.

"You don't have to get all huffy just because you're too embarrassed to let me feed you, Azul," you crooned, and he could feel his face flush.

"I wasn't intending to call your traditions stupid, that was merely-"

"You never say the entire word when you accidentally say what you think about something," you said. "And your fist always clenches when you realize your mistake."

How did you know him so well? It was mortifying. Flattering, too, but he'd never say that aloud.

That was irrelevant. He had no defense here. What did he do?

"This is all a foolish endeavor," he said, and you merely laughed.

"Aww, is the infamous Octavinelle housewarden getting embawewassed?" Your baby talk was infuriating. "Or maybe you're just nervous?"

You really wanted to make him suffer, didn't you?

"Don't question me!" He said, sounding much louder than he intended. Curses.

He looked away, feeling his lips jut into a pout.

"I'm simply not- all that accustomed to romance."

There was something that felt oddly vulnerable about this, as if he'd just shown you his body lain bare.

He really wasn't. Before you, he hadn't even gone on a date in his life. No one wanted to get anywhere near the ugly little octopus boy from back then, after all.

Would you be the same? Had this all been some elaborate attempt to gather blackmail, or perhaps just a laugh at his expense? It certainly seemed like it.

Your face softened.

"I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, Azul," you said, seeming almost remorseful. "I just- It's so rare to see you out of your element for once. You're always so perfect, so in control that I just, uh, couldn't help but want to see more, y'know?"

That sudden shift in tone was odd.

Wait.

Had he said that out loud?

That wasn't good. He had to regain his composure, reassert himself, he wasn't just some awkward boy!

"It's nice, actually." Your odd statement pulled him from his thoughts.

"What?"

"You know, this," you said, gesturing to him vaguely. "Seeing you act- more like me. Like you're not some vaguely capitalist entity. You look cute when you get all flustered, too."

You thought he was cute? Preposterous. He wasn't cute, he was a businessman, he was intimidating.

And he was hideous. Did you honestly think highly of his appearance?

It felt- nice, in all honesty. Someone who thought he was attractive. But he couldn't assume.

"Spare me the flattery," he said, though he was smiling. "Now then-"

He stood from his seat, extending a hand.

"I'm aware our date's meant to conclude by now, but I must ask for you to continue things back in my dorm."

This was it. This was where he'd see if you were interested in continuing to date him or not. He'd picked out a weekend, made sure your schedule was completely clear, that you had no commitments to attend to. He'd kept this date short to avoid draining your energy.

Now, all that was left was to see how you acted.

You smiled, taking his hand.

"I would love that."

[maxislvt]

Missed You

Summary: After being away on a needlessly long mission, the only thing Wanda wants is you.

Warnings: unedited because I wrote this is a total of 4 hours, omegaverse, smut, knotting, riding, might bondage (Wanda's magic), nipple play (no breast mention), omega Wanda typical levels of dominance, brief angst, brief discussion of infertility (reader)

Author's Note: Sorta considering making this into a more connected story that kinda follows r and omega!Wanda from AoU to MoM 🧍🏽 hit me up if you're interested low-key

Wanda found a lot of joy in dominating you.

After a long day of being underestimated by alphas and having her plans ruined by their thick headed incompetence — she could trust you'd be snuggled up in her bedsheets to make her happy again. You'd be working overtime to restore her faith in the world today.

What was only supposed to be a two day mission unfortunately turned into almost a week of reorganizing and trailing because a certain agent couldn't handle taking orders from a beta or omega. Losing focus because of a rut cycle was one thing. That was beyond anyone's culture and suppressants didn't always work. Not listening because of something as silly as "alpha instincts" was stupid completely unprofessional.

The extension meant you were forced to suffer through your rut entirely on your own. Wanda's pettiness and Natasha's professionalism couldn't let such foolishness go without punishment. A meeting with Fury would be another 30 minutes away from you, but it had to be done. You deserved her in the best mood she could possibly be in. Wanda wasn't going to let some idiot get in the way of that.

After justice had been served, she made a beeline for your room. Wanda was shocked to find it empty. She checked the gym and the kitchen and yet you were still nowhere to be found. It was strange. You normally jumped into her arms the second she got home. The only other place you could've been was her bedroom but you rarely went in there without her.

Wanda slowly opened the door to her room and peaked inside. It was a rather nice surprise. You were snuggled up in your own little nest on top of her bed. Alphas didn't nest so it was a nice surprise to see you make your own.

She crept closer to your sleeping form and climbed onto the bed. Wanda placed soft kisses on your cheek in order to wake you up. "How's my favorite alpha pup doing?" She whispered in a sugary sweet voice.

Your heart fluttered before your eyes did. A blush spread across your face as you realized you'd been caught. "Um, sorry about this. You were gone and I missed- I…I don't know it just felt right…" Subconsciously, you sink further into the mattress out of embarrassment. "I was gonna clean up before you got back but I fell asleep."

A smile appeared on her face. "Oh baby, you don't have to apologize. I'm just happy you're comfortable." It's a cute little moment and Wanda doesn't want to ruin it but seeing you so vulnerable and relaxed reminded her why she went looking for you. One of her hands ran up and down your stomach. "Do you want me to scent your nest? Most omegas find their nests more comfortable when their alphas scent is stronger."

For a moment you just soaked in the affection that Wanda gave you. "Mhm, this stuff doesn't smell like you anymore." Your body melted into the bed as Wanda's sweet and spicy scent filled the room. Wanda's body heat and scent were almost enough to send you back to the land of dreams. Before you could, a painfully familiar heat began overtaking your body again. It was searing hot and desperate — worsened by the proximity to your mate. "I think…I think you messed up my rut cycle."

Wanda tilted her in confusion. "What's wrong?" She could've been cruel and played dumb until you properly asked for her, but she decided to play nice. Her hand slid down to your crotch and groped the erection forming in your pants. "You certainly don't have issues getting it up." Your boxers were practically ripped off your body. She straddled your thighs and immediately put her attention on your cock. Already hard and desperate for release. "Tell your omega what's wrong, I can't help you if you don't speak up."

A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda's palm slid up and down your shaft. "Um, it uh it just- ah!" You were putty in Wanda's hands already. She had you shaking and stumbling over your words with just a few touches. The pleasure you desperately craved days earlier was finally at your fingertips. it was almost too much for you to bear. "I- I was fine this morning and I thought it was over, but you're back and it's really bad!"

Wanda hummed as if genuinely contemplating what you were telling her. "It's probably just your rut trying to even out still. Bruce did say it'd take a while for it to be normal again." Either she was right or her mere presence had somehow cranked your hormones up to eleven. Neither sounded that bad to her. She placed a soft kiss on your painfully red tip and smiled. "Tell your omega how bad you need her. Do you want to try knotting me again?"

It seemed to be more of a plan than a question as Wanda already started the process of stripping herself. Wanda loved hearing you insist and rush out an answer, but there was no reason to drag out the situation much longer.

You slipped into Wanda's cunt with ease. She was so warm and tight — it was a miracle you didn't cum in the spot. The thought of barely lasting five minutes had you scrambling to lift her off. "C-can we try another way? I don't think this is really fair to you-"

Wanda pushed you back down. Her magic wrapped around your wrist and pinned them to the head board. "Shush, I know my little alpha is sensitive right now. Just focus on trying to knot me, ok?" She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck. Fortunately for you, Wanda decided to take pity on you and set a slow pace for you. Staying in control became increasingly difficult. "If we keep this up, we'll be in sync before you know it."

She nuzzled into your neck, covering you in her scent. Then she immediately slid down to focus on your nipples. "I think I should play with these more, they're so sensitive." The smirk on her face was cat-like and evil. Without much warning, she began to tweak and tug your nipples. Every whine and whimper that came out of your mouth tightened the knot in her stomach. "My little alpha pup is so sensitive at times." She chuckled before giving your nipples a hard tug.

"Noo, don't do that please!" You whined out. Your hips started to squirm and cant up. "I'm gonna cum, please let me cum inside." An unfamiliar swelling started at the base of your cock and slowly began to grow. "I think it's happening!" Your head fell back against the pillow. Overstimulation was going to be the death of you. "It's too much."

Wanda continued to rut against you. "No no, it's okay just keep going." She cupped your face, forcing you to look at her. Intimacy was always her number one priority. "Look at me, baby. You're doing such a good job." She let out a throaty moan as your knot finally slipped inside of her. "Oh baby, you're making me feel so full. I'm proud of you!"

You buried your face into your omega's neck. A low whine forced its way out of your mouth as your cum painted Wanda's walls. "Fuck that feels so good," You rushed as your knot finally slipped inside of Wanda.

The painful stretch of your knot was all Wanda needed to tumble into her own orgasm. Her walls fluttered and her hips began to mindlessly rut against you with no direction. "You're making your omega feel good, I love you so much." She peppered kisses all over your face as she rode out her high. Wanda fell forward the second her orgasm was over.

Both of you were covered in sweat, tired, and absolutely ruined.

You were the first to speak after a best of silence. "Is this…is this gonna get you pregnant?" The two of you had yet to discuss what you wanted for yourselves. Retirement, college, kids — all that stuff seemed like something for the future. It wasn't a good idea to make those decisions so quickly.

Wanda shook her head. "A knot doesn't work if you can't get pregnant beforehand." She kissed your cheek. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Just relax for now, okay?" A family would've been wonderful, but you weren't capable of getting Wanda pregnant and Avenging with a family wasn't ideal. The truth left Wanda's eyes stinging, but she trusted that the two of you could make something work.

You could see the sadness growing on Wanda's face, but decided not to make it worse. Instead, you wrapped her in a tight hug and scented her. "You can be the big spoon when I can pull out if you want…"

Wanda leaned back and looked up at you. You took care of her even when you were covered in sweat and ass naked. A loving smile spread across her face. "I don't know, I might stick to being the little spoon from now on," She said teasingly. Wanda laughed at the pout on your face. "I'm kidding. I couldn't let my favorite teddy bear go without cuddles for too long."

You let out an embarrassed huff as a blush spread across your face. "You're so mean sometimes."

[samalvsinpanic]

Improve/ billford oneshot

Another little one shot about Billford, just in case there are any doubts, Bill always suffers and almost never receives comfort, maybe I'll do one where the triangle is happy, but not in this one!

Again I remind you that English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistake.

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I don't know if I want to get better. Those were the last words Bill Cipher said to the doctor before going back to his room, although for him it was more like a prison. It had been exactly three years since he was in that place, since the axolotl heard him and brought him back just to put him in this prison. The silly group therapies had been the first torture, although he was rewarded with his craft hour, which was temporarily suspended when they discovered he made his book and sent him straight to the Pines twins. But the real torture came in the form of solitary therapy, where it was just him and the damn doctor who kept insisting on getting answers. At first he enjoyed annoying the woman, telling her false anecdotes to laugh at the end of them and reveal that they were lies. Over time it became monotonous, every Wednesday the woman would wait for him in that even more horrible brown room, at his stupid desk and sit Bill on the stupid chair, just listening to whatever nonsense he said, but one day she broke the silent agreement where they both pretended that there was actually therapy. She mentioned his parents, somehow she saw the hundreds of drawings that adorned his room/cell and mentioned them, he remembered the look on her face when she simply said to him: "You still miss them a lot don't you?" She wasn't allowed to name them, he went crazy when that woman dared to mention his mother, the guards had to force him out of the place, from that day on the doctor was determined to expose Bill's insides. The day the name Stanford Pines came out of his mouth Bill cried, he really cried, he couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but there he was, crying in front of that woman while she reminded him that the man wouldn't love him again if he didn't start to recognize his mistakes, if he didn't improve. The following Wednesday was when he revealed his secret to that woman, he didn't know if he wanted to improve, what was the point? He didn't have anyone waiting for him when he left, not one of his supposed friends had visited him, not to mention Ford. If he improved, what could he get out of that? A way out of that place, and then what? There was nothing else for him, he didn't even want to try to unleash chaos again, maybe he had already changed a little without realizing it, did that mean that the only thing that kept driving him to live was to create chaos? If he didn't have that anymore, he had no reason to continue living. Bill looked at the ceiling of his room while he reflected on this, maybe that was the best thing, to die. He looked at the fake stars that shone above his eye, connecting the constellations remembering better times, when Ford did it with him, the axolotl once told him that if he managed to improve maybe he would let him be human, to come back with him. Ford had been his home for a while, how foolish he was not to realize it before, he had destroyed both of his homes, all for wanting to show them the stars, maybe he didn't deserve a second chance after all, but at least he would like to see the real stars again with Ford by his side one last time. Maybe he did want to improve.

[thegoodlannister]

It happens like this: House sees Wilson for the first time across a crowded bar, and looking back, he's pretty sure time started picking up speed then and hasn't stopped. It feels like ten minutes later that Wilson ends up on his doorstep for the first time.

It happens like this: House and Wilson do lots of things together. They eat lunch and sometimes dinner too, they watch too much tv, they get drunk and sober up, they sometimes manage to get themselves almost-fired, they hate themselves and, rarely, each other. They forgot what it is to do these things alone.

It happens like this: Sometimes House is a dick to Wilson. Sometimes he wonders why Wilson puts up with him at all. Sometimes he suspects the reason he's such a dick is to reassure himself that Wilson won't quit. Other times he thinks he just likes seeing Wilson suffer. Mostly, he doesn't think about it.

It happens like this: Sometimes Wilson is a dick to House too.

It happens like this: They waste a lot of time. Or maybe they don't. Whatever. A lot of time passes and it feels like nothing at all.

It happens like this: Wilson gets cancer, and House hates him for it.

It happens like this: House doesn't hate him at all. It's the anger talking - but anger is only the second step, and House has been through this enough times before to know the drill.

It happens like this: Wilson is very, very sick, and House loves him very much. (But he still hates the cancer - he can feel confident in saying that.) So he cares for Wilson and gripes about it and remembers the kinds of soup he likes and it's actually kind of nice in the way things are when you know you only have them for a little while.

It happens like this: The days pass more slowly now - for the first time since House saw Wilson at that conference, time isn't scrambling away from them. It's just the two of them, and that feels right. At night, House lies down next to Wilson and tells himself how foolish it is to ask for one more day - either there will be or there won't, and nothing House says to someone who doesn't exist will do anything to change it.

It happens like this: House dreams of that first meeting with Wilson often, and sometimes, when dream-Wilson is especially vivid, House wakes up expecting to see a New Orleans hotel room.

It happens like this: What he sees is Wilson, pale and sick and thinner than House has ever seen him. There is a premature pang of loss, but then Wilson grins, wide and silly, when House makes a crack about him doing a Jenny Craig commercial - and he thinks he might like this Wilson best of all.

It happens like this: House knows as he looks at the crinkles around Wilson's eyes when he laughs, he is not ready to lose this man. He counts the days and the hours and all along, he knows, there will never be enough. If only he could do it again, all of it - the monster trucks and the video games and the midnight breakfasts and the fights when he's told Wilson to kiss his ass and really meant it. House won't tell Wilson this - because he hates being wrong and Wilson would never let him live it down - but he's not so sure he resents the idea of this being a trial run anymore.

It happens like this: House wakes up every morning to press his ear against Wilson's chest and make sure he is still breathing... until the morning he isn't. For the first time, House says to no one in particular that he wouldn't mind being proven wrong.

It happens like this: On the day Wilson dies, House closes his eyes. In his dreams, he's always in New Orleans.

[stranger-rants]

Have we considered these fun Aries traits for Billy?

Forgets, but doesn't forgive. Someone did him wrong. He's mad, but he's got no idea why. Can't let their actual misdeeds take up rental space in his brain. He'll just glare at people knowing that their vibes are off.

Refuses to grab a cart or basket when his arms are full at the grocery store because "I've got it. Just get out of my way!" and refuses to take multiple trips from the car to the house with groceries. Consider him a pack mule.

Cries easily and gets mad about it! Anyone asks if he's crying, he'll go "No >:'(" and then cover up his face or look away. God forbid anyone ask him why he's crying. It could be over something silly like he saw a baby drop their ice cream.

Takes gym class way too seriously. Takes any kind of game way too seriously. Has to be told "maybe you should calm down" and he's like... calm down? Calm down?

Gets into fights very easily but gets over them just as easily. He has a hard time understanding why people just dwell on it or don't let it go. He doesn't have time for that shit.

Shopaholic. Impulse buys things. Spends money on people he likes. He can balance this out with saving up money, but if he's got spare change in his pocket? It's not going to be in his pocket for very long. He loves it best, though, when people spend money on him.

Doesn't trust anyone to do anything right. So, he's either gotta be the leader making decisions or he's gonna lone wolf it. His name will not be attached to any plans he personally thinks are foolish. He's stubborn about that. This doesn't mean he makes better decisions, btw.

He's always got to be peacocking. He doesn't care what others think of him in the sense that he's not changing what people don't like about him, but others must understand the kind of person that he is by how he carries himself and what he wears. He'll suffer no confusion. He is hot shit. He will be recognized as such.

[bluerose5]

The Price of Freedom (Part 1 of 4)

READ HERE ON AO3.

Word Count: 4,190

Author's note: Big shoutout to @yellingaboutmasseffect for being such a huge source of encouragement and inspiration for this fic and AU. 💖

Summary:

After Wyll breaks his pact with Mizora, she ensures that both he and Astarion suffer the consequences of that choice.

Never did Astarion expect that to mean that Wyll would end up in Cazador's clutches.

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Wyll was a funny, funny man.

He thought that he could, what, exactly? Break his pact at his father's expense and just waltz free as if nothing happened? Oh, no. No, no, no.

How silly he was to think that Mizora would allow such a slight.

She gave him purpose. She gave him fame. She gave him power. She made him into the very man he was today, and he repays her how? By throwing it all away? Years of work, all down the drain, and for what? Petty ‘freedoms’?

Despicable.

To think that she ever expected more from him.

He could have lived the life of a king under her guidance. He could have ascended to positions of power beyond his comprehension at her behest, if only he had been a good, little pup. After all, it was Wyll who squandered his potential, who utilized the gifts she gave him in the name of heroism.

All of that potential, wasted.

Well, no more.

Mizora had, shall she call it, ‘faith’ in the people he traveled with to take down the so-called Absolute, with or without him. Truth be told, Mizora didn't care how the Absolute was vanquished so long as it was.

So, Wyll…

Stupid, foolish, ungrateful Wyll.

He outlived his usefulness.

Now, the clock was ticking, and time was running short.

He would regret the day he turned her away.

And in no time at all, he provided her with the perfect opportunity to seal his fate, once and for all.

Frustrated as he was by the hand he had been dealt, he split off from the rest of his companions.

He needed time to think, or so she assumed.

No matter, he gave her exactly what she wanted on a silver platter.

A means to punish him, if not be rid of him entirely.

She kept an eye on him, so to speak, using the sending stone to track his location.

In the dead of night, she clung to the darkness like a long-lost lover, listening to the whispers in the shadows.

“I don't know about this,” the spawn said, walking down the alleyway with a tiefling at his side, his tone riddled with uncertainty. Good. Uncertainty meant a chink in the armor. A weakness to be exploited, if needed. “Petras and Delyria seemed pretty spooked about what happened with Astarion. Poor Petras is still recovering from the burns, and his punishment.” The spawn grimaced with a full-body shudder. “Something about this whole situation feels… off, doesn't it?”

“Do not doubt our purpose now, Leon,” the tiefling encouraged him, “not when we are so close to experiencing our rebirth. Like it or not, Master needs Astarion for the ritual to work, and there—”

“Is no defying the master's orders,” Leon sighed. “Yes, Aurelia, I know, but I—I wish that Astarion would see reason! It would make all of our lives easier this way. Master gave us a place of honor. We are to Ascend at his side. If only our brother would see that, then surely he would return with us willingly.”

Mizora had to hold back a laugh at that.

Whatever this ritual entailed, the thought alone of a vampire lord sharing power with his spawn was preposterous at best.

It was a fantasy and nothing more, based in a land of dreams rather than reality.

Nevertheless, their delusions would serve Mizora well.

If it was the pale elf they wanted, then it was the pale elf they would get.

“If you want to see him return willingly,” Mizora called out, stepping out into the alleyway behind them, “then why didn't you say so?”

Startled, they both turned on her in an instant, fangs bared at her in warning.

Scoffing, Mizora spared them a dismissive wave of her hand, undeterred.

“Come now. Show some manners. There is no need to be rude,” she scolded. “I just so happened to overhear the predicament you find yourselves in, seeking out your rebellious, runaway brother to bring him back home to his family, right where he belongs. How heartwarming, truly.”

Leon curled his lip into a sneer.

“What do you want, devil?”

“What I want hardly matters. All you need to know is that it overlaps with what you want, and what you want is for brother dearest to return home in time for this ritual of yours, correct?”

Neither of them answered, not that they needed to.

Mizora already had her winning hand in play.

“A word of warning,” she teased. “If you try to snatch that naughty elf up from his camp, then you will have to face off against all of the allies he has surrounded himself with up to this point. Trust me, having been there myself, you will be outnumbered, and you will be outmatched. Then all of your efforts will have been for nought, and—” Mizora shook her head with a disappointed tsk. “—I'm certain that your master will be none too pleased to see you return home with no spawn to show for your efforts.”

Aurelia gritted her teeth, red eyes ablaze.

Try as she may to hold back, her desperation soon overpowered her.

She took a threatening step forward, but Leon reached out to stop her, grabbing her by her arm before she could get too close to Mizora.

“By all means, if you have an alternative, then spit it out!” Aurelia snapped.

Mizora stretched out her wings, looking down her nose at the two spawn with a smirk.

“Instead of facing off against so many, what if I told you that all you need to do is find one man, whisk him away to your master's precious palace in the cover of night, and your brother will be back home by noon tomorrow? Guaranteed.” Mizora chuckled darkly, studying her nails while they considered her offer. “What do they say? ‘Work smarter, not harder,’ yes?”

After a beat of silence, Leon asked, “Are you certain that this will work?”

Mizora basked in the resignation laced through his voice.

“As certain as I am that the sun will rise and fall tomorrow in Faerûn,” she assured him, yet that wasn't good enough for Aurelia's tastes.

“I still do not understand what you have to gain from this arrangement,” she grumbled. “Devils are not known to aid others out of the kindness of their hearts.”

“Quite the suspicious one, aren't you? Very well, if you truly need further incentive, then know that we should all have a vested interest in this target's capture. The man in question?” Her expression darkened, lips pursed. “He is no other than the esteemed Blade of Frontiers.” Gaping, Aurelia and Leon exchanged a wary glance. “Ah, yes, I know. The monster running around with the monster hunter. How utterly cliché.”

“Are you trying to get us killed?” Leon spat, to which Mizora rolled her eyes.

“No need for the dramatics. Clearly, I want to see the Blade suffer, so why in the nine Hells would I send you if I wasn't certain that you were up to the task?” Mizora countered. “After all, where there is a will—” Her grin widened. “—there is a way. And believe me, there is most definitely a way.”

“Easy for you to say,” Aurelia muttered, “when we are the ones putting our lives on the line here.”

“Please,” Mizora scoffed, “did you honestly expect me not to contribute? Agree to take the Blade back to your master, and not only will I give you his exact location at this very moment, but I will also render him completely powerless as well.”

While Mizora did offer to lend him her power until the threat of the Absolute was dealt with, there was technically no contract there to bind her to her word anymore.

Funny how that worked.

If Wyll wanted to cast aside what abilities she gave him, then so be it.

She would give him exactly what he desired.

Let's see how the Blade fares on his own.

It would give the spawn the element of surprise, if nothing else.

With the odds evened out in their favor, Aurelia and Leon weighed this option against all others.

Mizora called on the sending stone's magic, already knowing their answer before they themselves even knew.

“Come on,” Mizora coaxed in a purr. “I weaken the Blade of Frontiers for you. You take him back to your master, and you get your brother back in no time at all with minimum bloodshed. We all come out on top, so…” Mizora paused, glancing back and forth between them both. “What do you say?”

A moment of unspoken understanding passed between the two.

Releasing Aurelia, Leon gave her a curt nod.

Mizora watched the scene unfold, unable to hide her growing satisfaction.

Wyll should have learned by now.

Mizora always got what she wanted.

And when she didn't, well, she always got the last laugh in the end.

Aurelia held her head high, her shoulders back, as she addressed Mizora.

“You have a deal,” she stated, her words ringing loud and clear. “Now—”

“Where is he?”

By the time morning rolled around, Wyll still wasn't back at The Elfsong Tavern.

Astarion should have known better than to let him out of his sight, but Wyll wanted space.

Understandable, really, given all that occurred.

After Mizora had given him the ultimatum of choosing between his father and his freedom, Astarion thought that the answer had been rather obvious. 

Apparently, Wyll thought the answer had been straightforward as well, but not in the way Astarion had anticipated.

Sweet, foolish, self-sacrificing Wyll.

One look at him, and Astarion knew.

He was going to do it.

If they didn't speak up against him, then Wyll was going to sign his soul away for good over a man who wouldn't even spare him so much as a second glance, were Ulder not under the tadpole's influence.

Astarion never expected to find himself in such a position, but with Karlach's help, he begged —no, pleaded with Wyll to see reason.

How much of himself would Wyll have to give before he realized that enough was enough?

Was he really willing to bind himself to Zariel's service for eternity? Was the Grand Duke truly worth that? Because, in Astarion's eyes, Wyll was worth sacrificing his father and so many others for.

Wyll was the best of them.

Astarion told Karlach that from the beginning.

That had never been in question.

It would be a great loss not only to everyone on the Sword Coast, but to Astarion especially, were he to lose Wyll to Mizora forever.

No matter where it led him, Wyll deserved a happy, fulfilling life, free from her clutches.

If only he could see that too.

By some miracle, Astarion's words had gotten through to him.

Wyll broke the pact, once and for all.

Even then, it was hardly an easy act for him to stomach.

Astarion tried to reassure him that he did the right thing. He tried to remind him of all the potential futures that still laid ahead of him, whether that be the oh so wonderful path that would lead him to becoming Duke or whatever else time had in store for him.

Safe to say, Wyll wasn't in the mood for such talk.

He told Astarion that he was going for a walk to clear his head.

And since Wyll was a big boy, perfectly capable of taking care of himself, Astarion didn't think much of it at the time.

He offered to go with him, but he didn't press the matter when Wyll refused his company.

Something Astarion would come to regret.

What in the Hells was he thinking, letting him run off on his own like that?!

With so many enemies out to get them, Astarion should have followed after him, even if that meant only watching from the shadows.

He would be back soon, Wyll had promised him with a sad smile. Before Astarion could even miss him, he said!

Which was a damn lie.

Pathetic as it was to admit to himself, Astarion missed him as soon as he was gone.

It wasn't the same. It didn’t feel right, laying down in their bed and slipping into his trance without Wyll's warm body wrapped around him.

He felt so cold, so alone.

That night was a restless one.

Astarion tossed and turned in bed. He cycled in and out of his meditations. Nightmares plagued him until he awakened, only for him to realize that Wyll was still gone. The instant that he was able to enter his trance again, he was haunted once more by glowing red eyes and a sinister laugh, Cazador’s sadistic words closer than ever before, slithering into his ears and taking root inside his mind.

Hands surrounded him from all sides, groping and grasping. Nails clawed at his skin. They tore into his clothes. From an endless void of darkness, they dragged him down deeper and deeper.

He was drowning. There was no escape.

Then, he felt it.

His dead, silent heart seized within his chest.

Fangs grazed along the right side of his neck, and his skin crawled.

Bile rose in the back of his throat.

At the sound of his voice, Astarion froze, his breath like shards of ice piercing through Astarion's skin.

Cazador chuckled in his mind.

“If you want him, boy,” he hissed, “then come and get him.”

All at once, the dream vanished.

Astarion's eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright in bed, his hand clutching at his heaving chest.

After that, there was no resting.

The first traces of light peeked through the windows as the sun rose to start the day, yet Astarion quickly realized, upon further investigation, that there was still no Wyll in sight.

No.

Where is he?

Astarion got tangled up in his hurry to get out of bed. He tripped, colliding with the floor, but he simply kicked his way free of both sheets and blankets before rushing off yet again.

He made it to the bed opposite of his and Wyll's in one piece, poking at the occupant's face with a hiss.

“Karlach!” He shook her roughly by the shoulder. He kept his voice down as much as he could, given the circumstances, trying not to wake the others just yet. “Karlach, wake up, damn it!”

“Wha—” Smacking her lips, Karlach gave a loud yawn, stretching while she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She peered over at Astarion with a squint, each blink slow and wary. “Astarion? What in the Hells are you doing up this early? It's the asscrack of dawn, you know.”

“It's Wyll!” he snapped. Of course, that had her wide awake in a heartbeat, shooting upright in bed. “He never came back last night, Karlach. He told me he was going to be back soon, and–and he—”

“He wouldn’t lie about something like that, especially not to you,” Karlach said, “and he definitely doesn't make it a habit to stray too far away from the group for this long. Wait.” She stared at him, eyes wide. She leaned in and attempted to match his exaggerated whisper. “You think he's gotten himself into some sorta trouble?”

“I don't know!” And that frustrated him to no end. “All I know is that I had a dream —a nightmare even— where Cazador told me to come and get ‘him,’ and I don't need three guesses to figure out which ‘him’ he was referring to.”

“But that was just a dream, right?”

“When it comes to the bond between creator and spawn, it's often difficult to tell what's real and what isn't,” Astarion confessed. “It might be nothing, but there is always the chance that it might be something, and that's a chance that I refuse to take with Wyll's life on the line. He—” His voice cracked, and his face fell. “If Cazador manages to get his hands on him…”

As he trailed off, Karlach angled herself to reach out and take him by the shoulders with a tight squeeze.

“Hey,” she said, staring deep into his eyes, “we won't let that sick fuck lay a single finger on our boy, you hear? We won't even give him the chance.”

When she put it like that, stated with such conviction, with such a bite to her words, Astarion almost believed her.

Almost.

“For all of our sakes,” he sighed, “I hope you're right, my dear.” He paused and took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever laid ahead of them. “Look, I'm not saying let's storm the castle right this second—”

“Well, I am,” Karlach interrupted.

“Karlach!”

“What? If he's there, then let's go and get him!”

“We don't know if he's there for certain, and I would much rather not be forced into confronting Cazador on anyone's terms except my own if I can avoid it.” He looked around, nostrils flared ever so slightly. “I can still detect a whiff of Wyll's scent here. Let's track him first, see where it leads us, and we'll decide what to do from there.”

“Wow, Astarion,” Karlach taunted, “that almost sounds reasonable of you.”

“I know, and honestly? It's kind of frightening,” he admitted. “Now, if you'll be so kind as to join me.” He nodded in the direction of the door. “I could really use the backup.”

“Then you have it,” Karlach said, springing up onto her feet. “Come on, fangs.” She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along before he could protest. “Time's a wastin’. Let's get the others and go!”

After they woke up everyone else, quickly catching them up to speed, their whole crew was on high alert.

Because not only was Wyll missing, as Gale so helpfully pointed out, but they also had the whole Orin situation still looming over their heads as well.

It was too much.

Astarion didn't even want to consider what would happen if she got her bloodthirsty hands on him.

Then again, that was if she wasn't still hiding amongst the others, playing the part of the concerned companion.

Astarion couldn't think about that now, though.

Wyll needed his help. That had to take priority.

He and Karlach led the charge, Astarion following Wyll's scent through the busy streets of Baldur's Gate, grateful that he was still able to pick it out amongst the growing crowds.

While faint at first, the scent soon grew stronger, fresher, and their steps grew quicker.

They rounded a corner into a back alley.

All at once, it hit him like a punch to the face.

Astarion knew that smell anywhere.

It was blood.

Wyll's blood.

It was mixed in with another's. There were two other scents there, but they were altered somehow, twisted. The instant Astarion tried to differentiate between them, his whole body violently seized.

He stumbled backwards into one of the others, coughing and gagging as he doubled over, his hands braced upon his knees.

He spat onto the ground while he choked on the pungent aroma.

A burning sensation rose up from his stomach and got stuck within his chest. It teased at the back of his tongue, Astarion barely able to keep his nausea at bay.

Even then, Astarion forged ahead once more. He picked himself up, dusted himself off, and rushed forward before anyone could intervene, only for him to stop short a split second later.

There was nothing. There was no longer any trail to follow.

All three scents ended there.

Before another bout of nausea could overwhelm him entirely, he darted back out into the crowds and away from the alley.

Gulping down as much of the salt-tinged, coastal air as he could, he welcomed the sudden wave of perfume, liquor, sweat, and dirt that assailed his senses from various passersby.

Several people eyed him warily, but a single glare was enough to send them scurrying.

A hand came down onto his shoulder, and Astarion turned, ready to snap, but the words died on his tongue when he caught sight of hazel eyes looking down at him with sorrow.

Astarion didn't need his pity.

“What?!” he bit out.

Halsin lifted his hand off his shoulder, raised two fingers and pressed them gently against Astarion's temple, his warm touch radiating with magic.

“May I?” he asked.

Astarion cast his gaze down towards the ground between them, his arms crossed over his chest, lips set into a scowl.

“If you must,” he muttered, and a warm, tingling sensation spread from his head to his toes.

Those suffocating odors cleared out, no longer clinging to his nose and his mouth.

Finally, he could breathe once more without feeling the need to retch. Not that he needed to breathe, but the familiar habit was a welcome one nonetheless.

The others joined them in the street, and Gale spoke up, his expression grave.

“We got signs of a struggle back there.”

Astarion barked out a bitter laugh.

“Ah, yes, thank you for that enlightening observation, Mr. Dekarios. As if that wasn't obvious by the sheer amount of blood all over the damn place.” Astarion sneered. Shoving Halsin's hand away from his face, he took a step in Gale's direction, but Karlach stopped him in his tracks before he could get any closer, her hand pressed against the center of his chest. “Where in the world would we be without your powers of perception, hm?”

“Hey, now.” Gale put his hands up in surrender, taking a pointed step back. “I wasn't trying to start an altercation. I was merely stating aloud what we were all thinking.”

“Commentary that we could gladly do without.”

“Enough,” Karlach told him, uncharacteristically serious for once. “Fangs, Gale is not the enemy here. None of us are. We're all on the same side.”

“And we are wasting what precious time we have with this utter foolishness,” Jaheira interrupted.

“I agree,” Lae'zel said. “The longer we stand here, idle, the longer Wyll could suffer for our inaction.”

“I didn't realize that you cared so much,” Shadowheart said, more so out of genuine curiosity than petty spite.

Lae'zel held her head high, her gaze sharp.

“Regardless of whoever it is behind Wyll's disappearance —whether that be Mizora, Orin, or any number of the enemies we have made throughout this journey— I know one thing for certain. They took one of ours,” she snarled, “and that is a slight that will not go unpunished. We will find Wyll, and those responsible will know our wrath.”

As they let that sink in, Astarion offered information in place of an apology.

“Well, unfortunately for our search, Wyll's scent ends in that very alley,” he announced, pointing a finger back where they came from, his nose wrinkled in disappointment. “There's nothing left to track.”

“I couldn't pick up anything beyond that spot either,” Halsin said, “but whoever tried to mask the other two scents wasn't able to completely hide a trace of… something there.”

Astarion's head snapped in his direction, but Halsin was already looking at him, his brow furrowed.

Red eyes wide, Astarion felt his stomach twist into knots.

“What?” Astarion whispered, watching every shift of his expression. “What did you find?”

Halsin grimaced.

“I can't be certain,” he said, “but I want to say that I detected a hint of undeath.” He paused, hesitant. “And sulphur.”

Devils and undead?

Well, they couldn't rule out Cazador, but what in the Hells was going on?

“Was it Mizora?” Karlach asked.

Halsin shrugged with a frustrated sigh.

“I can't rightfully say. Whatever —or whoever— altered these scents made them absolutely repellent for those who come across them. I'm only fortunate that I was able to find out what I did without further exposure.”

“Then it's time that we act,” Lae'zel ordered. “The trail ends here, but we can perform a quick sweep of the Lower City if we're smart about it. We should split up into groups to cover more ground.”

“No one on their own, though,” Jaheira cut in, meeting each of their eyes as she spoke. “We do this in groups, or we don't do this at all. The last thing we need is to lose another.”

Everyone mumbled their agreement.

“Time is of the essence,” Lae'zel said. “No matter our progress, we should reconvene at Elfsong Tavern at the next toll of the bell. From there, we shall decide what our next move will be if we have not found him.”

“It will at least give everyone a chance to properly prepare ourselves for whatever lies in store for us,” Gale added. “An ideal opportunity to load up on supplies.”

With a plan in place, Karlach bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, ready to get started.

“Alright then!” she exclaimed. “Let's do this! Let's go find our boy! We're coming to get you, Wyll!”

Taking Astarion by the hand, Karlach dragged him off once again without warning.

Astarion could only hope that they found him before something terrible happened.

If only he knew how fruitless such a hope truly was.

[unmotivated-student]

Okay, time to ramble a little about q!Roier [from my own point of view]:

To me, q!Roier seems like the "I have to be fine so I can help everybody else to be fine" kind of guy.

He has experienced tragedies, suffered betrayals and suffered losses, he knows how important it is to have someone by your side when dealing with pain, so if anyone needs him, he will most likely be there.

After losing Bobby he found happiness in his new family formed by q!Cellbit and Richas, although we must not forget the importance of his relationship with other islanders [like Leo, q!Foolish, q!Jaiden...] and after a while, it seemed like he was finally moving forward with his life again...

But now? With the disappearance of the eggs and all the Federation stuff, the mental stability of the islanders [or some of them] deteriorates little by little and his is no exception. He's tired, he's sad, he doesn't look very good/healty but he doesn't want to show it, he needs help but he doesn't want to ask for it because how could he?

How could he ask someone else for help when everyone is dealing with their own stuff? Not only that but how could he ask for help from people he doesn't even trust enough to confide in with his problems and feelings to that extent?

And don't get me wrong, he trusts his husband, he really does, but he knows q!Cellbit still going through Richarlyson's disappearance and he knows how hard it is to lose a child [he already went through that].

In recent days, he has been constantly watching his husband suffering because of it and investigating day and night looking for clues and much more, he can see how tired q! Cellbit is, he can see his husband is not okay...

So how could he add more weight to q!Cellbit's shoulders by making him worry about him too?

Instead, he prefers to keep his feelings to himself so he can help with whatever his husband needs and disguise his pain with jokes, because humor helps heal, right?

And if those silly jokes also help to bring out a smile to his husband's face [or the face of whoever is with him acutally], that's more than enough for him [no matter how small the smile is].

Also, although it may not seem like it at first glance, I think he is a very empathetic person [or cube].

Maybe you believe me or maybe you don't, but I'll explain it anyway. Let's take a look at the next example...

When q!Bagi told him everything about the twin stuff [my apologies, I suck at explaining lore], she let him know how worried she was about her relationship with q!Cellbit, how worried she is about him, just like how much it terrified her that he wouldn't even want to look at her after discovering that they were siblings.

After that he asked her "do you want me to talk to him?" and she answered "yes please".

But here's the thing, he knew there was probably a reason why his husband hadn't told him anything, like he probably wasn't ready to do it. But he was so sure that q!Cellbit would tell him eventually without the need to pressure him he decided to bring that up himself.

He couldn't just minimize Bagi's feelings. No, he was respectful and careful with his words, deciding to tell her what she needed to hear to have some peace of mind "He is not mad at you, I will help you, at the end of the day you two are sibligs and that's never going to change and you have to love each other, next time I see him I'll talk to him" [Paraphrased] And then finish with "Everything is going to be okay and if it's not okay, it will be" [when he said that, part of me thinks he was also saying that to himself].

When he finally talked to q!Cellbit he never pressured him to speak, he let him do it at his own pace. He only mentioned what q!Bagi had told him until q!Cellbit started talking about his past [and fulfilled what he promised q!Bagi in the process].

Also, the way he worried about those two's relationship shows how much he cares about the state of his new family and obviously also shows how much he cares about his husband. In a way, he was their support throughout the entire process.

He knows how hard and painful it is to drown in loneliness and he doesn't want q!Cellbit to suffer anymore either.

Am I overthinking? Of course I am, I always I'm.

[kenniko]

I wrote a kenniko fic!! (and uploaded it on ao3!)

~don't forget me (I beg)~

pairing: Niko/Kenny of Beta Squad

summary: For Niko's wedding day, he asked Kenny to be his bestman. How would Kenny have the audacity to deny the offer? He would do it in a heartbeat. But somehow, for reasons Kenny hoped would fade as they grew, he hoped that he would do it without a heavy heart. He had hoped that the love he felt for Niko would fade. Maybe not.

[angst, unrequited love, hurt/no comfort]

•┈୨♡୧┈•

"Kenny, Kenny, Ken!" Niko shouted at Kenny.

They had just finished filming for a Beta Squad video, and everyone had already left the set except for Niko and Kenny and some of the remaining staff. They had planned to go out for lunch together. Just to catch up on what's going on with their lives. Niko was busy with his girlfriend. It was the only topic they talked about whenever they're together or with the boys.

So it wasn't a surprise when they went for that lunch at Nando's, that Niko told Kenny that he already proposed to Sophia, and obviously she said yes. But what was actually surprising was when Niko told Kenny that he wanted Kenny to be not just a groomsman, but the best man. Kenny thought that Niko would ask George, or any other person that's not Kenny. Niko has plenty of friends after all.

"What?" Kenny had told Niko, with mouth filled with coke.

"I want you to be my best man. I'm going to tell the boys to be my groomsmen on Tuesday when we go out for dinner. Back me up on this?" Niko had never sounded so serious before.

A little bit of unwelcomed feelings erupted inside Kenny. As rude, and as mean as it sounds, Kenny hoped that Niko would not go into the stage of marriage. But that's just his selfishness talking, he truly wanted himself to be happy for his brother, Niko helped him alot, and Kenny really just wanted him to be happy. And unfortunately, Niko was happiest when he's with Sophia.

How long has it been since Kenny realised that what he felt for Niko wasn't a casual brotherly love? Kenny hoped, he really hoped, that that foolish feelings would fade as they both grew up into the men they are. But it was sad to say, love is a very complicated feeling and it is a very hard thing to control. Kenny had always found "love" in terms of romantics, a curse. It only brought misfortune. It only punched Kenny in the gut, always left him awake at night and unable to sleep. Every second of his life, like a fog in his mind, like a shadow that never leaves him alone, the same smile kept appearing in his head, the same laugh and voice kept ringing in his ear.

Kenny, at some point, might've reached the point of insanity because of it. But the man who made him crazy, was also the man who helped him heal. If that wasn't a curse, then what is? Kenny had been cursed by the greatest curse of all. And Kenny hoped it would stop, but he wouldn't be lying when he said he loved every single second of that internal suffering.

"Me? Best man?" Kenny said. It was a great privilege to be chosen as a groomsman, it showed that they are very important to the groom. Best man was more than that. Kenny would've expected Niko to choose his brother as the best man. That would've made more sense.

"Kenny, why are you so surprised? Didn't we talk about this back when we were kids? You know I'll never go back on my words. We promised each other that we'll be each other's biggest supporters. When we get married, we'll be there giving cringey, silly speeches, and we'll be each other's best man. Nothing changed since then; you'll always be my most important friend, Ken."

Kenny felt a lump form in his throat. Indeed they did. They promised each other that whatever happens in the future, they'll always be by each other's side. Through thick and thin, and through all the ups and downs in life, they'll go through it together. That was what they promised, and when they made that promise, Kenny brought up marriage for reasons Kenny couldn't remember why. Maybe Kenny was already knees deep in love with Niko at the time.

When Kenny brought up marriage, Niko continued it because Niko's aunt had just gotten married a week before that, so Niko somehow knew everything about weddings. It was his first wedding where he could actually remember and understand what was going on. Kenny had only went to two weddings at that stage of time, and it was when he was still a toddler, and as a child that couldn't understand what was going on. So Niko explained everything to Kenny about it. Bridesmaids and groomsmen, and finally to the topic of the best man.

Niko had said about how a best man is the groom's most trusted person, where if anything goes wrong with the event, or the marriage, or just with the groom's life, and the groom wasn't able to say anything to his family or wife, he would be able to tell his best man. The most important person in the groom's life (with an exception of parents and obviously, wife). That is the best man. And like children, they gave a pinky promise to each other, how they would be each other's best man when they get married. Because at the time, and until then, even until now, they are and always will be each other's most important person.

Just by the thought of it, Kenny almost teared up. They had grown up so much, from those little kids that are just horrible at academics and school, boys that dropped out of university without two shits about their future, and ended up being lectured by their parents. How they would get out of the house to see each other despite being grounded, and when they came home, they'd be hit by their moms. Now, Niko's getting married, having a family.

Time flies very fast, but Kenny's love for Niko stays the same. Never moving, and not slow, not fast either. Unwavering like a statue.

"I just thought you'd choose your brother, or George."

"I thought about that as well, but my mind always comes back to you. You know me better than anyone, I know you better than anyone. We even promised each other, there's a lot of reasons to choose you. So, do you....?"

"Of course I'll be your best man, Niko. I'm so happy for you man. Congratulations. "

Niko smiled, and just hummed and continued eating.

"So when's the wedding?"

"Next year, probably around July, the actual date..don't know yet but it's either 23 or 24."

"Alright."

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The actual date was 24 July, and the whole venue was very beautiful. The groomsmen and Kenny wore grey suits, the bridesmaid also grey but a bit more sparkly. Sharky said it was silver. Kenny couldn't care less. Which was very irresponsible, and very mean of him, considering the fact that he's the best man.

Kenny and the whole team had a very tough time trying to make everything perfect, especially when there are so many people in the team. Sophia had 8 bridesmaids, and groomsmen the same amount. And all of them have a very dominant clash of personalities, just like Niko and Sophia. They both have very different tastes, Niko liked it when it's simpler, he loved the greens and wished that there would be a lot of plants. Sophia wanted a lot of lights and candles, with a few flowers, but mostly modern. It was hard to take both into consideration. But everything went well in the end, except for Chunkz who ended up with a small spark of hatred towards one of Sophia's bridesmaids.

They were all in their separate rooms now, a few minutes left until people started coming in. Niko's parents and family members, also Sophia's were all greeting the guests. Some of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were also welcoming the guests and double checking everything.

The only ones in the room with Niko are Kenny, George, and Sharky.

Kenny was adjusting Niko's bow, a habit the two always shared whenever they had to wear formal clothing -it was usually a tie, now Niko's wearing an actual tuxedo for his marriage- when Niko started speaking.

"I'm scared, you know?"

Kenny looked up, George was at the back making sure Niko's outfit was neat. Sharky was there taking pictures, also helping from time to time. For moral support.

"Don't be scared. It's your big day! You should be happy."

Kenny meant every word. Between the two of them, at least one had to be happy, at least one of them had to be brave. Kenny's not the one to do all that. All the time Kenny spent preparing everything, calling up people, discussing with the wedding planners, every single second was like a stab to the side of his stomach. It's not an instant death, but it really fucking hurt.

But Kenny could never bring himself to dislike Sophia, because Niko was never his to begin with. Kenny never said anything to Niko, he kept his feelings locked away. Kenny only had himself to blame. Plus, Sophia also became a very good friend of Kenny, she was sweet and kind, he can see why Niko fell for her. She was a very strong woman, stern and powerful, just like Niko. Kenny knew Niko liked powerful people just like him, he liked it when people stood up for themselves and when they're confident in their own body.

That was one of the reasons why Kenny considered boxing in the first place, if Niko could see how strong he was, how powerful he was, maybe, Niko would fall for him too. High hopes result in the highest of disappointments they say.

"You brought a napkin, right Ken? Cause I think I'm going to cry."

Kenny laughed, even while he was hurting inside, Niko would always bring a smile to his face. Like it had always been.

"I brought two, cause I think I'm going to cry too."

The four men in the room started laughing. When Niko looked neat and tidy. Kenny took a step back, so did George. Sharky was already far so he didn't need to.

Niko looked at himself in the mirror.

"Okay. We have to leave now, don't wrinkle up your fit and-" Niko's hands were on their way to touch his bowtie. "Do not touch that as well." Kenny said as he slapped Niko's hand playfully.

"You're happy for me, right Ken?" Niko didn't know why he asked that. But he felt like he needed to say it, needed to confirm that Kenny was completely happy for him. Niko already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. Niko felt like he also needed some sort of confirmation from Kenny, Niko's excited to have a life with Sophia, but he wanted Kenny to be happy too. Happy for him. Because everything that Niko did in his life, before he even met Sophia, Niko's first priority is to make sure Kenny's not disappointed in him, that Kenny is also happy for him.

Kenny is half his soul, before he realised that there was more to his soul than just half. There was plenty of room, and Sophia filled the empty spaces.

Kenny couldn't answer with a yes or no. Because he knew his honest feelings, he knew the answer, and he didn't want to say it.

"Stop asking stupid questions, Niko. I know you're nervous, but you'll be fine. "

Of course Kenny would mock him. It wasn't an answer Niko wanted, but it was an answer from Kenny. And Kenny ended it with his laugh that always brightens up Niko's mood.

"Okay. You guys go now. See you guys. " Niko said with a full grin.

The three men left the room and went to where the others were.

On their way to the aisle, to stand besides the groom. Kenny's head was just replaying the speech he needed to make in front of the guests, and in front of the married couple.

"My brother Niko,"

"My brother Niko,"

"My brother Niko."

Kenny had to make sure he wouldn't let any unwanted, and honest words slip out of his tongue. When he practised the night before the wedding. Like the pathetic, sad sack man that he was, he tried saying, "My lover, Niko." It sounded so beautiful, he kept saying it the whole night.

It sounded magical, so perfect, but so wrong.

When Kenny saw Niko looking at Sophia, who was so beautiful by the way, walking down the aisle. Kenny had lost all hope for his own happiness, and only hoped for Niko's.

Because like night and day, you can't experience both at the same time, and maybe in this lifetime. They were both too impossible to happen.

Perhaps the world destined Niko to be gifted all the happiness in the world, and Kenny was the one who held their suffering. But seeing Niko happy was enough for Kenny, even though it wasn't his own. Life is so unfair sometimes, but Kenny was used to it anyway.

He didn't mind.

Kenny's a very good liar.

"-my brother from another mother, Niko.."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Don't forget me, I beg,

I'll remember you said,

"Sometimes it lasts in love,

but sometimes it hurts instead."

end.

[peachymilkandcream]

Ready or Not|Part 10 (Finale)|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The end is here, I hope you guys liked this little extending of Break Me Slowly, or sequel, whatever you want to call it. I wasn't prepared to let them go just yet and I had to trick you guys in the beginning :) As per usual, you can still 100% recommend these two for oneshots, headcanons, or questions. Besides, in the future I will be doing more with them, probably an AU series if it hasn't already been chosen by polls. I hope you guys enjoyed my silly little story!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi could've beaten, kissed, ridiculed, or fucked his wife in that moment. She was the same as she had always been, stubborn, beautiful, everything he was not while also being just like him. All this rebellion hadn't changed who she was deep down.

Mrs. Evelyn Ackerman.

"Give me my son right now-" She forces out, fear making her entire body tremble.

"It's over Evelyn, you know I'd never let you get away with this, quit fighting already and let's go home."

"I'll never go back with you, all the suffering you caused-"

"I caused? You've done enough yourself sweetheart."

She scoffs. "Really, comparing me to you? That's low even for a monster like yourself."

"If the shoe fits princess. All those bodies in our basement aren't mine, besides, I saw your little project in that apartment of yours."

If possible she paled more. "That was- I had to-"

"And everyone I killed was for you or because of you."

"Don't you dare blame me for that-"

"Face it. All those men who you complained tried to come too near you, everyone who bothered you or threatened our relationship? Disposed of, because I care about you more than anyone else in this world. Your little friends the Azumabitos? Your selfishness turned any of them I could get my hands on into a stinking heap of rotting corpses."

"You didn't-"

"You don't know what I would do for you my dear, the lengths I would go to. All to make sure you're my happy wife. Now move your ass and let's go home."

"I won't, all of this, all of this sacrifice, it won't be for nothing-"

"Are you really going to let even more people die for your own selfishness? Because more will, Strecker is already being tortured as we speak for her role in your defiance. Her little friend might end up the same way. Because of you. Are you really going to sacrifice all of them to live a foolish dream?"

Evelyn felt numb, he was right, it was all her fault. All of this was her fault. Her mind was a mess, she didn't even notice Levi leading her on, packing her important things, and then taking her onto a waiting ship.

She had failed, this was her last attempt to be free of him. This had failed, she would never be free. Life was easier when she just accepted her role, besides, her son only wanted his father, not her. To give her children the best life possible it was with this man, her only chance at happiness was to bend to his desires and then she would have a good life too.

No matter how much she tried to run from it she would always be Mrs. Ackerman.

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As much as Levi wanted to punish her for her trespasses, he kept his temper in check by following Erwin's advice.

"It seems that relying solely on being rigid makes her rebel and do crazy stunts like this. My advice? Be kind to her, as kind as you can be."

Levi looked disgusted. "That's your plan. Be nice to her? She won't respect me."

"I didn't say not to be firm, but if you are a perfect husband then she'll trick her brain into questioning why she left in the first place when you're so good to her. I guarantee she'll never try this again."

Levi hated to listen to his Commander, but it was worth a try, at the end of the day if she rebelled more he could return to his brutality.

"Alright fine. I'll do it your way."

He was sweet and loving the whole trip, treating her like a child. Acting disappointed in her but never truly showing his anger. Being so gentle she didn't fight as he brought her to his bed and reminded her who she belonged to.

Evelyn's lack of emotions was mostly still due to disbelief that he had actually found her, coming to grips with the guilt over causing so much death because of her pipe dream. She'd get over it eventually, she'd need to step up and be a proper mother, not letting these ridiculous emotions getting in the way of her responsibility.

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Not long after bringing her back into her old life, Evelyn gave birth a second time, to a daughter they named Isabel. Levi was determined to have enough children to pay homage to each of those closest to him, either dead or alive. The thought of how many children that could be made Evelyn fill with dread, but she bared it, this really was to be her life. Nothing could stop Levi from having his way now. She must get used to it.

Lili still looked at Evelyn with guilt whenever the two passed by on the street. One holding the hand of her lover, the other possessively guarded.

But the physician didn't care enough to step in again. She still bore scars of Levi's rage, and the safety of those she loved was not worth that of a woman who's fate was like all those around her. Still, she felt bad whenever Evelyn walked by with her ever-growing family.

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Years had passed, and Evelyn's stoic nature about her marriage had softened. Levi was as rigid as ever, but she had learned to cater to his moods, and accepted punishment when she deserved it. Her plan originally upon coming back was to constantly get pregnant to avoid pain, but after hours of Levi on top of her breeding her again and again, she had come to look forward to it.

Now he cared for her needs, making her feel more excitement than any other of the women in their social circles. She was proud, arrogant, she was an Ackerman. An equal to the most powerful man on earth.

Those who had judged their humble beginnings cowered in fear at the brutality and cold exterior of the impenetrable couple unit. Everyone said Evelyn had changed, becoming just like her husband, unbearably cruel but with the wealth, power, and status to get away with it.

Any who dared to stand up to them or look deeper into their family life met a swift end. The couple turning it into a competition who got to their victim first. Most had a feeling about what happened, but the government didn't dare touch them, the backhanded deals funding their new weapons.

They were on top of the world.

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"I don't understand it Evelyn, you used to make such wild claims about what Levi would do to you. Now you use your last name with pride. What changed?"

Her bright red lipstick stained the tea cup. "If you have power. Use it darling. Levi is a heartless bastard, but so am I. We truly are made for each other. I couldn't imagine life any other way."

The woman scoffs. "But you can't love him."

"No. You squawking hens "love" your husbands. I adore mine. He is everything to me. Do you understand that feeling? I would die for him, kill for him. And he for me. I am so deeply in love with him if you continue to spew your bullshit I'll slit all your throats."

She stands and sets down her cup, smoothing out her skirts. "Now if you'll excuse me. I promised my husband I'd meet him outside by now, thank you for tea."

Evelyn leaves them all standing there, stepping out and getting into the carriage where her husband waits.

"Did you have a nice time?"

"As nice as could be expected."

"So as usual then, I have to find you a new ladies group."

"Most likely. Although I'm sure some of them have a thing for being degraded since they keep coming back."

He chuckles. "I'm sure."

"One thing I am curious about."

"And that is?"

"That day, Kenny left, he said something to you, about me. What did he say?"

"Why does that matter after all this time?"

"Just curiosity, I'm pregnant and in a bad mood, humor me."

He sighs. "He told me to watch out for you. To protect you at all costs, even at the risk of my own life. That from now on we only had each other and we were inseparable. Even back then he could tell that I loved you, and he told me to love you fiercely, because you were a fighter and could only be loved intensely or you'd fly away."

"If he saw you now, would he have believed you took his advice?"

"No. He'd be horrified with how far I've gone to live up to his words. How I twisted them selfishly and don't regret it. And never will regret it. But I can live with that. My love for you goes beyond that."

"I see."

"I love you. Truly and deeply. And because I love you I broke you."

"And because I love you I let myself be broken."

The End

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Necro AU: Voicelines - About Necro

A/N: Just a little silly world building for my neglected AU. Enjoy, the handful of people that read this. Art by Maxim Lingert.

Ask Raiden Shogun:

The eighth element is a great danger to both the world and its inhabitants. Though intertwined with the foundations of this world, its free form causes calamity and destruction wherever it appears. Most of its creations are not unbeatable by mortals, but I still handle them myself nonetheless. Few know how to destroy them correctly. 

Ask Ei:

That name… it brings me memories. Good memories of a simpler time, when the world was still young. I witnessed all the miracles it can create, but also the destruction it inevitably brings about. To this day, understanding the purpose of its creation is a great challenge for my mind. I suppose… lesser beings truly can't understand a grandeur's design. 

Ask Miko:

Oh? So you have heard of it, little one? Hah, I suppose there's no reason for me to be surprised, you are not a common mortal after all. Few are aware of it, and those who are often try to disprove it. But it is very, very real, and very destructive. We kitsune have suffered greatly because of it. I hope you never have to face its wielders on your journey - they are just as lethal. 

Ask Kuki Shinobu:

Oh? Yes, Necro exists. How else would we all die? It's everywhere around us - I myself use it. Since Deki has a Necro Vision, I got to learn a lot about the element. But, if I'm being honest with you… I'd rather see him visionless. 

Ask Zhongli:

Ah… the element of death. Ush's magnum opus, and the counterbalance to life. A necessary, if terrible, piece to our world's puzzle. I know a great deal about it, but the ability to control it is not mine to hold. After all, I am a creation of life. All I know was told to me by my dear friend, Beleth… I wonder how he fairs now. We have not seen each other for… hundreds of years now. I would wish to see him before we inevitably meet on the battlefield again. 

Ask Ganyu:

N-Necro? Oh… yes. Such an element exists but… I wouldn't want to discuss it, please. It… brings b-bad memories…

Ask Xiao:

Huh? Necro? What of it? It's a great threat to Liyue, and all life in general. My task is to keep it at bay, with spear and wind, until it inevitably consumes me. My work would be much easier if only the foolish mortals saw it for as dangerous as it is… What? They don't know about it? 

Ask Shenhe:

Although I have not yet seen the undead, Master has mentioned them on several occasions. She is usually very talkative, but when I ask about when she first met them she seems to try and change the topic as fast as possible. Strange.

Ask Yelan:

Necro? Oh, right. The missing element… How do I know? Heh, well, it’s my job to know, is it not? From what I’ve found, even though now the undead are just the stuff of legends, my ancestors fought them in The Chasm all those years ago. From what I found, which wasn’t a lot mind you, they are terrifying opponents - both in skill and durability. 

Ask Beidou:

Necro? Yeah, of course I encountered it on my travels! There’s a land far North, about three hundred nautical miles East from the coast of Snezhnaya, known by many names - The Barren Lands, The Fractured Lands, The Shattered Lands, or just The Void. In this muddy and pitiful land we fought the dead made up of it. Don’t worry, though. They are nowhere near as lethal as the folk tales say. They’re slow, stupid, and equipped with rusting weapons. Come again? Oh, we don’t usually stay there to look for treasure. This land has a… strange effect on the crew.

Ask Venti:

Ah, how long I have not heard this name. Necro is responsible for all the pain and suffering you see around you. It’s not inherently evil, however. Without it, there would be no you or me. Quite poetic, isn’t it?

Ask Dainslief:

Oh? You want to know more about it? Well, I have to disappoint you. I can’t tell you anything other than the basics, I’m afraid. I’m still looking for answers myself. It is real, and it is a grave danger. As far as I know, it has its own Archon, but I haven’t yet learned their name. From what I found, they were the divine ruler of my nation. This fact… I’m still struggling to fit it into the whole picture. 

Thanks for reading!