#♔ answered . this is my move

[queenoftheboard]

Cinnabar's hand moves before she could think about it, a small and bashfulーand all too genuine, nonethelessーsmile curling upon her lips as she gives the Quinn CEO a few pats on the head.

♕ unscripted asks . always accepting

It happened out of the blue - there were no actions that could possibly explain that gesture or any words that had been said which could have been declared as motivators. It was an ordinary afternoon, another routine visit to a different manufacturing facility owned by Quinn and where Eirene was making herself not only present, but visible.

The intimidating CEO and founder was not a myth - and the sheer respect she commanded was enough for the average employee to redouble their efforts and to put aside any thoughts that inspired less than diligence and loyalty to the company.

But in the small office space of that manufacturing plant, Cinnabar thought differently. The brunette was standing while Eirene remained seated, a traditional arrangement and one fitting of a bodyguard that never allowed herself to relax while on duty - but that also highlighted the amusing height difference between the two of them. Even if the Quinn president had been standing with her usual heels, Cinnabar would still come out as the taller of the two.

Fitting for a protector role, and no issue at all for Eirene - until that advantage was put to use in another way and it had the older woman stilling completely. The hands holding a couple of printed reports froze, and bi-colored eyes lost focus immediately; a moment was needed before the businesswoman was able to move in the chair, rotating it enough to face the bodyguard at her side.

Now, there was a faint blush on Cinnabar's face - as if the other woman was realizing just what she had done and just the type of person she had... Patted. It was more than breaching some sort of boundary to touch Eirene without her inviting as much, but to do so in a way that felt dangerously childish.

Proud, arrogant, overconfident - those were not traits Eirene Campbell had as a girl under Bryce's tutelage; she wasn't very fond of recalling her time with the other Campbells either.

But Cinnabar didn't mean it - and Eirene could see that much, even as her mismatched eyes narrowed and pinned the younger individual to the spot under her gaze, disallowing the bodyguard to move or look away. A gloved hand dropped the papers to the CEO's lap and then moved skywards to capture Cinnabar's offending limb, or so one thought.

But if the younger female was expecting some sort of insult or physical punishment, it didn't quite turn out to be that way. Eirene lowered the other girl's palm then pressed it against her own face, closing her eyes for a second and seemingly enjoying the warmth that seeped from Cinnabar's digits to her own skin. In that moment, it was as if the Campbell heiress was out of time and space - not an icy queen with an empire to run, but just a human with a heart.

"You are so unlike anyone I've ever met, Cinnabar," the businesswoman said at length, eyelids revealing the unique gaze once more while Eirene removed the brunette's hand away from her visage gently, almost as if a sudden reaction could shatter that precious interlude, "I thought it would get you killed before, but maybe it helps you stay alive. I don't think I'd like to see you changed."

A small sigh followed and Cinnabar earned a smile from Eirene - a curious one; it wasn't cruel or sarcastic, but it had a hint of something predatorial, too. But luckily for the bodyguard, the words that followed confirmed that she was under no employment or personal risk.

"You're mine, now. And I don't take kindly to anyone who harms anything - or anyone - I care for."

[cupidbedsy]

𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝘭𝘩43 ♔

➪ summary: luke always knows when his girl is sad, and this time it's no exception

➪ warnings: depression, fighting parents, kind of bad family dynamics

➪ word count: 1.6k

➪ file type: fic

➪ sunny's notes: this is so weird because i'm listening to really hype music while editing the sad fics. oh well, i wrote this when i was sad so that's fun. also i reread this and i actually almost cried because i didn't realize how well i portrayed my own emotions in it so that was also fun

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There was something about that time of year that caused her depression to hit its highest level. There were a lot of reasons that could’ve caused it, but there was none that she could say was right. It wasn’t seasonal depression, she had been asked that a plethora of times. It wasn’t a feeling of not being enough, she had been told that by multiple therapists.

She could say it was her parents fighting, her parents’ financial struggles, her brothers' snarky comments about how he couldn’t wait to move out and not deal with their crap anymore. She could say it was her family going to her for every little thing that went wrong, the amount of shit she gets from everyone in the family, the comparison of her to her brothers. It could’ve been a lot of things, but she wasn’t about to pin her depression on her family members, it didn’t seem right. 

Every one of her friends and family knew she had depression, it wasn’t a secret. She felt as if as soon as her parents were told about her diagnosis they couldn’t wait to tell every single soul they knew. She felt like she was a story waiting to be told. She often thought that if she had a kid who acted the same way she did, she would know how to raise them better. 

She hated critiquing her parents and her brothers, but they did it to her, didn’t they? She knew about the multitude of times her parents had gone to talk to her brothers about how she hadn’t been to class in a week, how she looked fine so there was no reason for her not to go. She felt like the little boy who cried wolf, however, for much different reasons. 

She always said she was sick when she felt this feeling looming over her so her parents wouldn’t get worried, and they would let her stay home from school. But then, she would actually get sick and no one would believe her. She was stuck in an endless cycle. 

Luke was worried. He had known about her tendencies to fall into this state of mind and not know what caused it. He knew about her family, the therapists, the psychologists, and the social workers. He knew about the multiple attempts everyone had made to get her to open up, about the amount of times she had screamed in her head at them that she didn’t know. He knew about everything.

It was easy for her to open up to Luke when they first met, he had this unmistakably calming and supportive aurora about him. He had bumped into her one day in freshman year, immediately apologizing for not looking where he was going. She had been on her way to the dining hall while he was on his way back, but he offered to take her there anyway. 

Ever since then, they had been each other’s rock. Luke asked her out two months later and the two were practically inseparable. However, this was the first time he had experienced this side of her. He could tell it was happening just slightly, her face said it all. He wasn’t entirely sure of what to do, she had always told him it was nothing to worry about and it should be better in a couple of days. But it wasn’t.

She wasn’t the best at answering her texts, not wanting to face the fact that she was not doing well. She had been cooped up in her room for almost a week now, usually occupying herself with reading or playing a game on her phone. She wanted to go to class, she wanted to do her work, she wanted to do better but she just couldn’t. 

She stared blankly at her phone as her podcast played through her earbuds. She had seen a text from Luke come through but she didn’t pay much attention to it. She felt bad for not answering, yet another part of her brain just accepted defeat and the fact that he might be mad at her. She had been able to get up and sit at her desk which was a step in the right direction, however she hadn’t done much since she got there. 

She heard a knock on the door, ignoring it at first. When the knocking became more persistent, she sighed and got up. Her, Luke’s, hoodie fell from its original bunched-up place in her lap as she walked over to the door. Her eyes had dark circles around them, her hair was tied messily in the back. She opened it and looked at the person standing on the opposite side of the door.

“Hi.”

Usually, she would’ve been excited to see her boyfriend but at this point, that was what she dreaded most. Her face looked tired as she stared at Luke with blank eyes, “Hi.”

Luke nervously shifted his weight back and forth between his feet at the sound of her voice. It was hoarse from the lack of use, it had unfallen tears caught in it, and it had a hint of harshness laced in it. His mind flooded with thoughts as her voice reached his ears, he hadn’t been expecting it to sound that way.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something more but he didn’t. The lack of communication between the two caused them to stand in the doorway for three minutes. Luke’s nervousness and awkwardness were seeping into y/n’s body language as she toyed with her hair and stood with her left foot propped up behind her right leg. 

When they made eye contact, the tension in her body went away and her eyes softened, “You wanna come in?”

He nodded and she stepped back so he could walk in. Instead of going back to where she was previously sitting, she went back and climbed into her bed. The feeling of being able to be vulnerable in Luke’s presence made her want to curl into herself, she didn’t want to be vulnerable right now. She pulled her comforter up to her chin, creating heat around her.

Luke shivered from the moment he stepped into her room, goosebumps rising all over his arms. He sighed when he saw his girlfriend revert to her original space, moving to sit at the edge of her bed. He placed his hand on her calf, the sheets creating a barrier from them touching, “Hi baby.”

Those were the only words that both of them could muster, an awkward tension forming between the two of them for no reason. She just stayed staring at the wall in front of her. He let out a soft sigh at the lack of response and turned his head away from her to collect his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how to approach this, she had told him not to worry about her but he couldn’t help it. 

“What can I do to help?”

She shrugged in response, not giving him her full attention. Luke slowly moved his thumb to start rubbing her calf in circles as a form of comfort. Another moment of silence passed again, and the two slowly started to become more comfortable with each other once again. 

“Luke?”

“Hmm?” 

“Can you lay with me?”

Luke all but jumped onto the opportunity she gave him, slipping his shoes off and climbing in behind her. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. It was a mere five seconds before y/n was turning over and burying her head into his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You haven’t done anything wrong, baby.”

“For not responding, and for being like this.”

Before he had shown up she had hoped he wouldn’t even think about coming over. She hated when people had to see her like this. It wasn’t because of the way she looked but rather the thought that nobody would understand how she felt, that everyone would just complain about her problems.

But Luke was absolutely, positively in love with her. From the moment they met, the way he had been able to make her laugh within two minutes, the way she was able to ramble on about random things to a stranger amazed him. She had him wrapped around her finger since the moment they bumped into each other and there was nothing that would change that. 

He frowned at her words, “Don’t be sorry. You can’t control it.”

“I just wish it would stop sometimes. Move on from me.” He kissed her forehead and held her tighter, feeling angry at the world for doing this to his girl.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

Her fingers went to tangle into his hair, her frowning at his apology. She played with one of the curls that had been sticking out amongst the rest due to its length. Luke calmed down at the feeling and gave her a small smile. It was hard for her to return the action, not having anything to smile about. 

Luke knew that was all he needed to do, just be there for her even if she said she didn’t want him there. Remind her that he would be there to support her through everything, even the parts she didn’t want him to know about. Reassure her that those feelings were common even if he didn’t know what it felt like. Love her as if the world was gonna end tomorrow.

[lipglossanon]

In Heaven, Everything is Fine

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Dark stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (finale)

Hello, hello 👋

This is the finale of dark stepdad! I’m trying to wrap up some of these little storylines since I want to write, well, other stories lol. Not saying I’ll never write about him again, just the ‘main’ story is now over and done with.

Posted on ao3 first since I was on a tumblr break lol

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, daddy kink, Leon being nice to reader (with ulterior motives of course), character death, grief, kissing, dirty talk, slight nipple play, praise, pussy spanking, collaring, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh fucking

Title from a song of the same name in the movie Eraserhead

part ii

 

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It was an accident. That’s what the officer at the front door relayed to you. A freak car accident that left you motherless in the blink of an eye. Lucky for you, Leon was standing behind you and heard it at the same time so no need to repeat the awful news. He seemed even more shocked than you.

“What do you mean? How did it happen?” 

The officer only offered a very generic answer of a drunk driver jumping the median and hitting your mom head on and killing her instantly, like that’s any consolation. In disbelief, you wandered away to the living room to sit down on the couch, letting Leon and the officer talk. 

It’s been three weeks now since the funeral, (closed casket because you couldn’t bear anyone else to see your mom in that state). You’ve been roaming the house like a ghost. Barely eating and drinking. Leon has been working overtime in trying to manage everything on his own. Secretly, you feel like he owes you that much. Your fucked up relationship with him has morphed into Leon being an actual caretaker in regards to your needs. It’s not too unexpected, but you didn’t think he would be as considerate as he has been. 

It’s routine now for you to fall asleep on the couch and wake up in his bed, too tired to go to your room, letting yourself fall back to sleep next to him. Truthfully, you sleep a lot now; you know it’s not a healthy way to cope with your grief, but you also don’t give a fuck. Your mom’s dead. Your dad’s too busy to give you the time of day. Hell, he only sent a wreath of mourning to the funeral and a quick phone call of apologies to you for not being there. 

Leon is truly the only person you can rely on right now and he’s been doing phenomenal, surprising you when you actually think about it and not battling the sadness threatening to overwhelm you. He’s also kept to himself aside from trying to get you to eat or drink. You know financial and legal matters have taken up a lot of his time, but even when he has moments to himself, he’s in his office on the phone with his work colleagues sorting out issues while he’s on a leave of absence.

Months pass in this way. You eventually pull yourself out of the miasma you’ve been sucked into, the grief not growing any smaller but you yourself growing around it. When the time comes to go back to class, you opt into taking the semester off. You stay at home and slowly start organizing your mother’s belongings. Leon helps if you ask, but it’s mostly you deciding on what you want to keep and what you’d like to store until you’re ready to part with it. 

Another month of crying over knick-knacks and clothes, you finally finish up sorting everything you feel needs to be stored. Looking for Leon, you eventually find him in his office. You hover in his doorway and watch how his shoulder blades flex under his button down while he wraps up a phone call. 

“I know, everything was moved up due to the accident. I didn’t have anything in place. I did have to change my plans, but it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? She’s—“

Leon pauses and turns to see you at the door. 

“Let me call you back. Yeah.”

He places his phone down onto the desk and steeples his fingers as he leans his elbows onto the oaky top. 

“Did you need something, beautiful?”

“It’s finished,” you gesture vaguely to the second floor, “I have everything sorted for tomorrow.”

He nods and grabs his phone, “I’ll email the moving company to let them know we’re ready for pickup.”

You sigh shakily, “Thanks, Leon.”

He gives you a tight smile, “It’s no problem. Are you hungry?”

Looking down at your feet, you watch as you wiggle your toes in their socks, “Not really.”

“You need to eat,” he stands up from his desk, tucking his phone into his pocket, “let’s head into the kitchen and find something.”

You lean into his warm frame as he steps up next to you, pulling him into a hug. 

“Thank you,” you murmur into his chest, tears beading your lash line, “it would be worse without you here.”

Tensing, he freezes up for a second before he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. 

“I’ll always take care of you,” he kisses the shell of your ear, making you shiver. 

He keeps an arm wrapped around you, pressing you into his side as you both walk to the kitchen. Guiding you to sit down at the countertop, he turns and begins rifling through the cabinets. With sudden clarity, you realize this is the first time since it all happened that you’ve sought him out. He’s been really present and patient with you while you navigate the death of your mom—just a steadfast presence in the background. 

Tears slip from your lashes and you wipe them away by the time he turns back to you. 

“Do you— what’s wrong?”

He walks over to you and cups your face with his big hands, thumbs rubbing away the tear tracks on your cheeks. 

“I-I,” you smile even though it’s watery, heart fluttering in your chest like a bird, “I’m so thankful you’re here is all.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, eyes blank and unreadable, “you’re my special girl.”

He dips down and presses a featherlight kiss against your lips making you gasp. It’s the first time he’s shown any affection of this kind in months and it makes your fingers tingle and your stomach warm. Before he pulls away, your hands snag into his button down and pull him back in for another kiss. You’ve missed the physical connection you had with him before this whole ordeal. 

“Beautiful,” he groans against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, hands going down to grab your hips and squeeze, “ my perfect pretty girl.”

“Leon,” you whimper, cunt throbbing with need that’s been lying forgotten and dormant for months on end, “daddy, please .”

“Are you sure?” He kisses a hot trail down your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. 

“Yes, please,” you whine, hands tangling in his hair, “take me to bed.”

He growls and scoops you up in a bridal carry, quickly moving you upstairs to his bedroom and setting you down on the bed. Kissing you heatedly, he pins you down with his broad body, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. Pulling back, he helps you shimmy out of your sweats and underwear, watching with dilated eyes as clear strings of slick spider web between the gusset of your panties and your glistening pussy. 

He finishes undressing you and then moves on to himself, tossing his clothes in a heap next to the bed before pressing his hot throbbing cock against your mound. 

“Oh,” you gasp, rocking your hips up to feel the drippy head of his dick rub against your swollen clit. 

“Wait,” Leon moves to the side to open up the nightstand and pulls out the buttery faux leather collar he bought for you ages ago. 

He holds it out to you yet you shy away. You love the feeling you have when wearing it, but that plate with cursive writing is just too much for you to look at right now. It might seem silly, but sometimes the oddest things set you off and this happens to be one of them. 

“It’s a lot,” your eyes dart away from the gold tag.

Leon notices and smoothly unclips it to tuck it back into the drawer. Your brows pinch together for a moment, but then you nod face smoothing into a small smile. 

“Okay,” you move closer and Leon clips the collar around your neck. 

“We’ll save the mommy tag for later,” he soothes, running his hands across your neck, fingers gliding down your clavicles to drag down the stiff peaks of your breast. 

A small pang of hurt twinges in your chest, but Leon chases it away with pleasure as he teases your nipples with his fingers. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you whimper, pressing your chest out so he can tug harder on your nipples.

“You’re very welcome,” he coos, kissing the apple of your cheek, “such a sweet girl for me today.”

“Missed you,” you sigh out as he pinches your sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “feels so good.”

“Seem extra sensitive,” Leon murmurs, squeezing your breasts before rolling the hard buds between his fingers until you’re moaning softly. 

He ducks his head down to lick across a hard nipple, pressing a kiss on the puckered skin of your areola. 

“So sexy,” he groans, hands groping and squeezing the fat of your breasts, fingers tweaking your nipples to watch you shiver, “love playing with your cute tits.”

He latches on to a nipple and groans as he suckles while your fingers tangle in his sandy blonde hair. 

“ Daddy ,” you keen in your throat, fingers tugging at his hair as he nips and sucks at your hard buds. 

“So good,” he laps the trail of spit dripping off of the swell of your breasts, “can tell you like when I suck your tits, baby.”

You lose yourself to his hot mouth as he licks and sucks at your nipples, his big hands cupping your breasts so he can squeeze them. Shifting in his lap, your cunt leaks slick until it’s soaking your thighs letting you easily rock and grind your mound against his fat dick. 

Shifting around, Leon sits with his back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap. You moan as his thick cock parts your pussy lips to grind against your entire cunt. 

“Look at you, precious girl,” Leon’s voice oozes praise, making you writhe in his lap, “soaking wet and we’ve barely started.”

“Leon,” you whisper and he hums, eyes still watching as he ruts his cock against your slit. 

“C-can you spank my pussy?”

He growls, eyes snapping up to your face, “Yeah? My sweet girl needs her pussy slapped?”

“Uh huh,” you lean back, palms pressed against the tops of his knees to put your slick covered cunt on display right in front of him, “really wanna feel it.”

He groans, gaze flicking down to your twitching clit before dragging back up your body to your needy face. 

“Can you stay like that until daddy’s finished?”

You nod your head so fast you're surprised your neck doesn’t hurt. 

“Good girl,” he says before bringing the flat of his fingers down onto the hood of your clit. 

“Oh god,” you keen, thighs jumping as Leon spanks your clit hard and fast. 

Using his other hand, he spreads your pussy lips open so he can spank down on your cunt. After a couple of slaps, each spank of his palm onto your drippy pussy sounds wet and dirty as your hole gushes slick down your ass to drip onto the bed. 

“Daddy’s so lucky to have a girl like you, isn’t he, baby?” Leon smirks up at your panting form, “listen to how much your pussy’s missed me.”

“Need you so bad,” you gasp brokenly, humping forward every time Leon slaps your pussy, “please, daddy, want you so much.”

Giving one last rough smack on your clit, he uses his already damp palm to cup your soaked mound. 

“I think she’s wet enough that you can sit this sweet pussy down onto my cock,” he smiles, a smug little curve of his mouth that makes your cunt throb, “c’mon, now.”

Nodding, you shakily raise back up into his lap and kneel above his thick length as he drags the head through your wet folds. Pressing the tip into your hole, you both moan as you slowly work his dick deeper and deeper into your clenching heat. 

Once he’s balls deep inside you, it makes your pussy clamp down on his fat cock like a vice. 

“Baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he grunts in your ear, hands moving up to cup your breasts. 

“Not yet, please,” you mewl, “can I sit here just like this?”

Leon groans low in his throat, “Yes, cockwarm me in that tight little pussy. Bet she’s missed daddy’s cock stuffed into her hole, huh?” 

You nod quickly, “Missed you so much, ‘m all stretched out.”

He presses his thumb on the hood of your clit and pulls back, showing off the swollen and wet sensitive bundle of nerves. Lightly running his middle finger over your clit, he teases the pudgy bud until you grind down hard into his lap. 

“So good, daddy,” you moan, nails digging into his twitching stomach muscles.  

He uses his other hand to wrap around your waist, helping you grind your slick pussy onto his thick cock. You slowly pull yourself halfway up his thick length then let yourself drop down on his lap, whimpering as his drippy tip kisses your cervix. 

“Don’t push yourself,” he rumbles low in his throat, dragging his fingers against the hood of your slippery clit as his dark eyes stare you down with an unidentifiable emotion. 

“I won’t,” you promise softly as tears gather at your lash line, “want you to stretch me on your big cock, want to make you feel good, daddy. Wanna take care of you.”

“My sweet girl,” he soothes, lifting your hips and slowly sinking you back down onto his cock, walls fluttering until he’s buried deep inside of you. 

You gasp trying to swallow air as he bullies in and out of your spasming pussy at a slow dragging pace. 

“Let me take care of you for now,” he murmurs, eyes dropping down to the collar decorating your neck, “all you have to do is take it, sweetheart.”

“Oh, daddy ,” you moan, hands scratching across his abs, thighs spasming as they squeeze around his hips. 

Leon groans and fucks up into your sopping wet cunt, making your breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts while your mouth gapes open as you draw in haggard breaths. 

“My pretty perfect girl just needs daddy taking care of her, huh?” his grip on your hip becomes bruising as he teases your clit softly with the other before moving that hand up to tug on a hard nipple.  

“Uh huh,” you squirm on his lap, clit throbbing for him to touch you again, “daddy takes such good care of me.”

He hums and keeps teasing your nipples before reaching up to loop a finger through the front of the collar, “You’re going to let me handle everything from now on.”

You nod jerkily, dislodging Leon’s hand from your collar making him drag his hand back down to your swollen clit. He surges up to messily lick past your lips, sucking on your tongue before filling your mouth with his own. Pulling away, he messily kisses down to your neck, teeth sinking into the skin above your collar making you whimper and rock down against him. 

“Daddy, s’good,” you mewl wantonly, nails scratching along his pecs making him buck harder into you. 

“I know,” he croons, making your cunt clench around his dick, “mmm, you and that cute pussy love the way daddy takes care of you.”

Whining, you bounce your ass faster, feeling dizzy with want at the low possessive tone coloring Leon’s voice. 

He picks up the pace, cock thrusting up into you harderand harder , grinding against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt every time he slips inside. He moves the hand gripping your waist around to grasp the fat of your ass, helping you bounce on his dick. The other continues to rub your pudgy clit with soft barely there touches that drives your arousal higher. 

“Leon,” you moan, pussy clenching down on his thick cock, eyes fluttering as the pleasure builds. 

“Are you getting close, sweet girl?” he coos, “this pretty little pussy keeps getting tighter and tighter. Needed this so badly, didn’t she?”

“Yes, yes!” You moan, hips stuttering and messing up your rhythm, “daddy, please, ‘m so close!”

“I’ve got you,” he slips out of your soaked cunt and eases you down onto your back, the sheets warm against your skin from Leon’s imprint.

Spreading your thighs, he kneels between your legs and guides his fat dick back into your twitching hole. His eyes watch your pussy greedily suck his cock back in with every short thrust until his pelvis is flush against yours. 

He grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders, letting him lower himself down, forearms boxing in your head. You gasp out a whimper as the new angle has Leon’s cock pressed up against your cervix. He waits a beat and you slowly relax your tense muscles as that sharp bite of pain transforms into pleasure. 

“That’s my girl,” he kisses the apple of your cheeks before taking your lips in a sloppy spit filled kiss that makes your pussy clamp down on his cock, “daddy’s good girl.”

“‘m yours,” you choke on a gasp as he pulls out to bully his dick back into your warm wet cunt, “my pussy’s yours. All of me is yours.”

Leon’s hips rabbit into your squelching pussy as he groans at your, unknown to you, damning words. 

“Say it again,” he growls down at you, hands squeezing your thighs as he keeps you pressed open for his hungry gaze. 

“I belong to you. ‘M all yours, daddy,” you babble up at him, tears sticking to your lashes causing them to clump together, “you make me feel so good.”

“Perfect, fucking perfect,” he mutters before rocking his hips down, “going to take such good care of you, keep you safe, give you everything you ever need.”

“Jus’ need you,” you slur as his tip hammers against your g-spot sending sparks of pleasure buzzing through your body. 

“Please, Leon— daddy ,” your nails score down his back making him grunt, “w’nna cum, want you to cum in me.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans, roughly flicking his thumb on your clit as he grinds into your pussy. 

“Going to make you cum for me, baby,” he kisses you again, nipping your bottom lip, “daddy wants to feel you cream all over his cock.”

You shudder as he spanks the first two fingers of his hand down onto the hood of your clit. 

“Oh, oh, god,” you toss your head back, body thrashing against the bed, “I’m gonna cum, daddy. You’re gonna make me cum .”

He bites your neck just as his fingers swipe your pudgy clit, tipping you over the edge and sending your hips arching off the bed as pleasure washes over your body. Your walls pulse and flutter around his cock making Leon groan and snap his hips into you harder. 

“Feels so good — fuck ,” he groans, burying his cock deep inside your spasming cunt and cumming, hot jizz coating your walls. 

His thrusts begin to stutter while he fills your used cunt with rope after rope of thick sticky cum. You feel his cock throb and kick inside your fluttering walls as your pussy keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He grunts while he continues to finish inside of you. 

“There’s so much,” you whisper, loving the feeling of being so full of Leon. 

“I’ve been a little backed up, sweetheart,” he kisses you, all dirty and wet, while he finishes stuffing you to the brim. 

You sigh when he slowly pulls out, Leon hissing at the sensation. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms as you both catch your breaths. 

“Thank you,” you tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, “you waited for me and I appreciate it.”

His sea dark eyes watch you as his lips tic up into a little smile. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” he kisses the top of your head. 

You hum, pleased, and tangle your legs with his, “Can we have dinner later? I’m really tired now.”

“Mmhmm,” he runs his fingers down your back, muscles twitching as you relax even further against him.

It doesn’t take long for you to pass out, snuggled against Leon’s warm chest as he pets you softly. 

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After you fall asleep, Leon slips away, tugging the blankets up around your naked shoulders before leaving the bedroom. He makes his way downstairs to his office and pulls out the burner phone hidden in a secret drawer of his desk. 

He quickly dials a number and drums his fingers along the wood desktop as he waits. A familiar voice finally picks up. 

“I’m calling you back,” Leon grins to himself, idly tracing his fingertips across his desk.

“Yeah, everything’s good here. This time next year I think I can talk her into selling the place and we’ll move south, somewhere with a beach I think.”

The voice chatters away on the other line making Leon laugh.

“You’re not wrong. I just can’t believe some complete stranger beat me to the punch,” he frowns down at his knuckles, “kind of wanted to take her out myself for the hell of it, but this way my hands are 100% clean. And it won’t look strange to keep my sweet stepdaughter in my care.”

His blue eyes dart to the closed door as he lets the other man on the line talk. 

“Mmhmm. I was just checking in to see if everything’s been taken care of in regards to the father.”

He nods along, the grin blooming into a smirk, “Excellent. No, no need to get rid of him unless he proves to be an obstacle. Sounds like he’s making himself scarce without any prompting which is great.”

Chancing a quick glance to the clock on the wall, he stands up from his desk. 

“Great work as usual. I’ll wire the money into the account tonight.”

He hangs up the phone and quickly disassembles it; he runs a magnet over each piece before dropping it all into a small bowl of water he kept off to the side earlier in the evening. Tomorrow, he’ll get rid of it completely but for now he’d rather rejoin you upstairs. 

He lets himself daydream about your new life together as he double checks that everything is locked up tight before retiring for the night. Your mom’s death wasn’t planned, at least not in a sense, so it put a bit of a wrench into his plans. However, everything has worked out wonderfully in the long run. Your deadbeat dad is too busy with his own life to give you the time of day leaving Leon the one person you rely upon. 

He’s been patiently waiting all of this time, letting you grieve and navigate the death of your mother without his interference, only to reap the benefits now. The way you’re reacting and behaving gives him complete confidence that he’ll be the only one in your life from now on; months from now, when he asks you to be his second wife far away from this place, he’s positive you’ll say yes. 

Entering the bedroom, he takes in your sleeping form underneath the sheets and feels that same old hunger stir in his chest. He climbs back into bed and spoons your body from behind. Feeling his cock thicken against your ass, he slips his dick between your thighs, still damp from the activities earlier. Rutting slowly, he gently fucks your thighs as you sigh and squirm in your sleep. 

Reaching around, his hands grope your breasts, fingers quickly tweaking and tugging on your puffy nipples. 

“Daddy?” Your groggy voice just makes him harder and he rocks forward a little more roughly. 

“Just needed to touch you,” he bites your neck and you clamp your thighs together making him groan. 

“Inside,” you whine, “please.”

“Shhh,” he nips your ear, “let daddy have his fun.”

Shivering, you moan as Leon teases your nipples while he fucks his cock against your leaking pussy, plush thighs squeezing him just right. As much as he wants to slip right into your hot pussy, he likes making you beg for it. 

It’s a slow back and forth as he plays with your tits and makes you soak his cock with slick before he teases the tip against your hole. He’ll never get tired of this, of having you so soft and malleable, all for his enjoyment.  

“Oh, please, daddy, please,” you pant, hips pressing back against his, “need you to fuck me, need to feel you so bad.”

Smug satisfaction drips like honey down his spine as he slides the tip of his cock into your soaked hole. He hisses through clenched teeth as your cunt greedily sucks his cock further into your sticky wet walls. Once he bottoms out, he notices how much noise you’re making, cut off little whimpers and moans that has his cock kicking inside your snug cunt. 

“ Thank you, thank you, thank you ,” you chant under your breath, bolstering his already inflated ego. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs against your ear, feeling you clamp down around his dick. 

It’s almost too easy he thinks while he thrusts his cock in and out of your squelching pussy. It’s obvious to anyone that you were meant for him, meant for this. Gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, he picks up the pace, fucking into you so hard and fast that you can only gasp and whine. 

Reaching around, his fingers circle your clit firmly until your pussy’s clenching rhythmically around his cock as you cum.

“There we go,” he whispers in your ear, “cum on my cock, squeeze daddy’s dick so he can fill you up again.”

He lets you ride it out for a moment before hammering his dick into your spasming pussy. It doesn’t take too long with the way your cunt’s milking his cock for him to spill hot and thick inside your needy pussy for the second time that night. 

You sigh happily as he paints your pussy walls white with his sticky cum until it’s dripping out around his cock. Pulling out, he grunts to see globs of jizz ooze from your used pussy. 

“My perfect girl,” he kisses the back of your head. 

“Mmhmm,” you murmur sleepily, drifting off before he can even clean you up, “love you, Leon.”

His lips twitch up into a wicked grin, “Love you too, beautiful.” 

Getting up out of bed, he heads to the en suite bathroom to grab a damp cloth. He returns and gently cleans you up, feeling nothing but pride as he takes in the collar still cinched around your neck. Tossing the washcloth into the hamper, he makes his way back to you. He pulls you into his chest, feeling elated when you snuggle up underneath his chin. 

You press a soft feathery kiss against his pecs and hum before drifting into a deeper sleep. Running a hand down your back, a feeling of possessive ownership flares up in his chest. His fingers drift up to the collar, softly rubbing against the clasp. He’ll need to buy you an everyday one now, something that shows you’re all his. Maybe something with his initials. He’ll have to see how you react to the idea first. Dropping his hand to your shoulder, his pinky brushes against the collar and he feels his cock twitch against his thigh. 

Deciding to let you sleep a little more before waking you up for a late dinner, he idly traces patterns against your bare skin. This is what it’s going to be like from now on he thinks with almost giddy anticipation. And regardless of what happens from here on out, he knows you’re his forever more. 

[lowkeychenle]

Juliet's Writing Masterlist

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☆ - Ongoing Series ♬ - Completed series ♔ - Author’s Faves ღ - Fluff ※ - Angst ๑ - Smut

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

๑ Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).

♔๑ღ Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it.

※ You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken.

๑ღ The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

♔๑ SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down.

(This is the second installation of the 7Dream ISTJ series)

♔ღ๑ Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

(This is the third installation of the 7Dream ISTJ Series)

ღ※๑ Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you.

๑ Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo.

๑ In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

ღ※๑ this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance...

ღ※๑ Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay?

ღ※๑ See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea.

๑ Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself...

※๑ Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over?

ღ※๑ And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices.

Na Jaemin (나재민)

♔※๑ღ the 1 (M)

Six years ago, you decided to move away to a different country to go to school. The catch? You had to leave Jaemin behind, and you refused to drag him along. Now you're back and, for some reason, he doesn't quite seem to hate you in the way you thought he would.

Mark Lee (이민형)

๑ღ Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep.

※๑ Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him.

7Dream

๑ღ ISTJ Series Masterlist

One-shots based on the ISTJ album tracklist.

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

※๑ Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Na Jaemin (나재민)

☆※๑ღ Enchanted Mini-Masterlist

As the crown princess, you shouldn't be entertaining any matches that couldn't benefit your kingdom. Love is not an option, not a choice, and unfortunately for you, your betrothed's royal guard seems to be catching your attention more than he ever could.

♔☆※๑ღ Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Mark Lee (이민형)

♔☆๑※ 모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Dangerously Yours

Note: Alastor with these lines has me in a chokehold, also set with Human! Alastor

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"You lied to me!" She cried, fists clenched at her sides. "You deceived me!" Yet, he remains calm. As if this is a mere conversation about the weather.

"You tried to deceive me." He says with a shrug, carelessly, as he uses a small cloth to clean the knife in hand.

"I'm tired of listening to you." She says, and she fails to mask the pain in her voice. It's getting harder and harder for her to form her words, to think straight.

"You gave me your heart, you know?" He says, placing the knife down quickly. He begins to step towards her. "You'd like me to hand it back whole again. But I won't." He says, stopping a few inches away from her. She's quiet, tears streaming down her face. She looks so hurt, so confused. So broken. He's living in it. "You lived a long time, yet Y/n, an eternity without me." He says, moving to brush a piece of hair out of her face. Her breathing is harsh, quick. He speaks calmly again. " You will look into the faces of passers by, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them there will be no answer." He says, before his hands move to squeeze her shoulders.

"Always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a 'brave' thing." He says again, before she feels the rage build in her again.

" You dare to talk of bravery?" She asks, almost as if he is crazy. She wouldn't be wrong if she thought so.

"What else do we have to talk about Y/n?

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"You must tell her the truth." His mother says, her hands clutched tightly to her chest. She feels sorry for the poor girl her son is about to hurt.

"Tell her the truth?" He asks, and turns to his mother with a look of astonishment on his face. "Tell her the truth so she will watch the stars through tears instead of following the one cold star that is her destiny?" He asks as he stands from his desk, chair falling behind him. He pays no mind to it. Instead, he pauses for a moment, before he laughs, his hand cradling his forehead as he thinks. " No, let her think,... I never loved her." He says finally, and he can only be so honest with himself. He knows this will crush him just as much as it will ruin her.

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"He is the difference between Life and death and heaven and hell." She cried, sitting on the steps of her front porch, as her sister lightly rubbed her back. She blew her nose into the tissue again.

"Is he really?" Her sister asks, and she turns to her, eyes and nose red, cheeks flushed. Her eyes look like glass as the tears fall, and she lets out a sigh.

" Oh, don't you understand?" She asks her, before she stands and walks down the steps, standing in path of the stairs. She turns to her, one hand clutching the tissue, the other her dress. She turns around to look at her sister again, who stands up to stand with her. " If he dies I wanna die." She says, before she breaks out into sobs, her arms clutching her sister as she's pulled into an embrace. Her body shakes as sobs continue to fall, the tears staining her sisters dress.

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" Once I told you I'd kissed a thousand women. It was a lie," Alastor says, taking another spoonful of his ice cream.

"I know." She says with a laugh as she sits next to him on the bench. He grins.

"I've only kissed two or three hundred." He says, his smile never faltering as she wiggles his brows at her. "Now, how many men have you kissed?" He asked curiously.

"Very few." She says, looking at the ducks that walk by. He tilts his head upon hearing her answer.

"But you offered me a kiss? Why?" He asks.

" Such a foolish reason I'm afraid," She says with a chuckle, looking down in her lap. "I just, ... wanted to kiss you."

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"Is there something wrong? Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asks, as he watches her light a cigarette with shaky hands.

"No,... I thought for a moment that you might help me but..." She stops and shakes her head. "I can't ask you, I simply can't ask you." She says, bringing the cigarette to her lips, before inhaling. The smoke fills her lungs, gives her brain a sort of buzz she craves more often since meeting him.

"Why can't you ask me?" He questions, getting closer to her. "Who do you want killed?" He persists. She stares at him for a second, before looking ahead of her again, watching the sunset. She doesn't answer, so he continues. " Oh look, I'd,... I'd really like to help you." He says sincerely, trying to get her to look at him.

She does.

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"Won't you come in Mr. Lasqiuer?" She asks, sitting down at the dining table. Everyone is outside dancing at the gathering, the band playing soundly. He shuts the door behind him.

"You know who I am?" He asks, his eyes wide in surprise.

"But of course!" She says, reaching forward to light a candle. " You were the most handsome man in the gathering, and I was very lonely. So I thought tonight I will have an adventure. I will make the acquaintance of the distinguished Mr. Lasqiuer." She says with a bright smile, using the now lit candle to light the rest.

"How do you know my name?" He asks her, moving to one of the nearby chairs at the end of the table. She giggles.

"It was not difficult to find out." She says cheekily.

"How did you know I wouldn't run off with your jewels?" He questions, sitting down at the end of the table.

" I took that chance." She laughs, before sitting back down. "Are you angry?" She asks, looking to him. He laughs, fixing his glasses.

"No, I'm not angry... If some kind fate wishes to send a beautiful lady to dine with me I can only be greatful. You will do me the honors won't you mon cherie?" He grins, and she smiles, nodding at him.

" I should be delighted!" She says with a smile.

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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ "If I betray you I betray myself." She says, looking at the sky from the balcony. "If I betray him, I betray my family. My family is very dear to me." She says, turning around, putting her hands on the railing. Alastor steps forward, caging her in.

"Dearer than I?" He asks, his eyes searching for an answer in hers.

"No..no not dearer than you." ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• " I'm going to tell you something tonight Y/n, something that will put my life in your hands." Alastor says, as the two stand on the balcony, smoking.

"Life." She says with a giggle, inhaling more smoke.

"it would mean my life yes, if used to get into certain circles yes." He says with a nod. Y/n frowns and shakes her head.

"Then don't tell me. How do you know you can trust me?" She asks, looking at him. He can see the sadness in her eyes. See that she already knew this was going to happen. This was what she feared.

"I love you, and I believe you love me." He says, putting his cigarette out. Y/n throws hers over the balcony and walks to the door leading to into the apartment.

"You're quite wrong, this has only been but an adventure to me." She says, pushing the door open, with a quick glance over her shoulder. He's following her now.

" that isnt true Y/n." He says, hoping he's wrong. He wants to be wrong for once.

"It is true, you smiled at me I would laugh, it was  an adventure for a holiday mood." She says, moving to the large couch to grab her coat. He stops a few feet away.

" You may as well take my heart Y/n, it's already full of you. You walked into it the day we met." He said, hands to his chest, resting over his heart.

"You're a fool Alastor." She says, shaking her head turning around to look at him. She backs up, knees hitting the couch behind her, and she falls.

" Isn't that any man who falls in love?" He says, and she stays quiet. " Do you know what you are to me? You're something to believe in again, You're a type of person that had ceased to exists for me. A fine, honest women." He says, bending down to take her hands in his. She shakes her head looking down at her lap.

"Darling you're such a child." She says, tears spilling. " Take your foolish little dream and your heart and go, please go." She pleads. He refuses.

"What is it what's wrong my dear?"

"You know nothing about me, You've known me only three weeks!"

"Three weeks? Y/n I've known you all my life." He says, his feelings hurt.

"All your life." She says, taking her hands away, crossing her arms and leaning back, folding them.

"It's true, I've seen you in a thousand plays, read you in as many books, When I heard beautiful music I thought 'she'd like that'. I've looked at flowers and known that one day I'd give them to you."

"Oh stop stop." She says, pushing him away to stand. She walks to the door. "You're not in love with me, I'm not that woman! Perhaps I was once but I'm not now. You see, you were wrong. You cant love me." She says sadly. He gets up and moves closer to her.

"You mean to tell me a man we both know and shall not name is holding you back?" He asks, ignoring the anger in him.

"What are you saying?" She asks.

" You see I've known all along. I had nifty look you up in the records." He said reassuringly, hands gently rubbing her arms.

"You mean, it didn't make any difference?"

"It didn't make any difference." He said with a smile. He truly loved her, and he was ready to risk it all.

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[nixwriteschaos]

No, no! Stay with me.... Please!!

Midnight x Female!Reader

Summary: Midnight’s…. Dead.. 

My Hero Academia chapter 278

My Hero Academia Season 6 Episode 126-127.

★☽A/N: I want to make people cry:)) Also sorry if it’s a bit short!

Also there was someone who reblogged this (Ty so much, love ya) and so I kinda wanna show them this!! Tag: @alphabetcrashcourse

Disclaimer: Quirk allows the reader to fly, practically an angel (But an angel who can’t save her loved ones)

Contents: Angst, death.

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Midnight gets beside Gigantomachia with the help of Shinrin Kamu’s quirk to release her mist across the beast’s body but not knowing of the danger that stands and hides in his back. The League of Villains. 

‘The villains are on his back!’ She thought, but she didn’t think fast enough.

Mr. Compress threw his 3 marbles, each containing a piece of a broken building’s rumble and threw it at her, before releasing its contents on her. She quickly got hit by those building’s broken pieces harshly, hitting her to the ground with great impact. 

Little did she know, her beloved was on her way to assist the ones in the forest and she saw her love fall from the attack. “No!!” Y/N yelled, she tried to grab her but she was too late, Midnight had fallen before she could’ve saved her.

There she lays, Midnight, on the ground, her limbs are broken and can’t move and on the verge of dying, her body shaking. She slowly moved her right arm to turn on the small communicator in her ear.

“Can you hear me, Creati?” She called out to the communicator, and her student, Creati, answered. “Ms. Midnight!” She answered with relief at the sound of one of her mentors. “Are you aware of the situation?” Midnight asked, which Creati confirmed, her friends standing by as they waited for the news. “No one can take him down with brute force.” She informed Yaoyorozu, she was shaking from the pain but she endured it. “Put him back to sleep with sedatives.” She ordered. “Ms, what are you talking about?” Yaoyorozu asked, “I’m counting on you to make the right call!” She encouraged, before ending the communication she had as she passed out. “Ms? Ms. Midnight!!” Yaoyorozu called out but to no response.

By the time she passed out, her beloved had already arrived beside her. “Kayama! Wake up, please! Wake up!!” Y/N called out, luckily, Midnight did wake up from her small pass out. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay, I’ll bring you back, alright?” Y/N assured as she held Kayam’s fragile body to place her head on her lap. She caressed her hair as a way to calm Midnight down, “I’m sorry for not coming here sooner.” Y/N apologised, “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here at my last moments.” Midnight said, Y/N started to tear up, “D-Don’t be silly, this isn’t your last moments, your last moments is us being old together.” Y/N chuckled softly, making Midnight chuckle as well.

“I’m sorry darling but I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Midnight said sadly as she stared into Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes that were filled with unspilled tears. “Please don’t say that, it’s not true!” Y/N denied her lover’s words as her tears started to fall from her eyes. “Hey hey, you’re gonna be fine without me.” Midnight assured but it only made Y/N cry more.

Midnight then started to feel light, she knew that it was her time to go. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” Midnight said with tears forming, “No, please! Stay awake, I’ll get you to the medical camp!!” Y/N tried her best to stop Midnight from going to it was too late.

“I love you so much, darling, my beloved. I will always love you, I’ll always be watching you from above.” That was Midnight’s last words.

“No, no! Stay with me… Please!!” Y/N said with her tears pouring out and her hands shaking Midnight’s lifeless body, “Please…” Y/N begged softly.

This was the day, Midnight, Nemuri Kayama, died.

Y/N’s beloved, her darling queen.

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[vintageteacutsino]

We Really Are Timeless

Fyodor x GN!Reader

Summary: You're in an old manor; notes seem to ask you to follow it... leading to portals of time.

A/N: Apologies for English is not my first language, and that I also don't know how to open a story. Nevertheless, please enjoy! 💜 The story is also inspired by 'Timeless' by Taylor Swift!

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Perhaps taking a break away from everyone was a good idea; and so there you are, lurking in a dandy house filled with exquisiteness, and grace of past bestowed for sight of present. Only be ruined by a storm.

Luminous, the moon flows, touching the ground as you pass by huge windows, howling sounds creeps; dwindled, the wind as you close one, and so does the song of it.

But then there the silence made a way for an unknown melody you had not heard before. Was it 'cause of the rain? Closing the windows managed to mute the tossing sounds of water somehow.

Curiosity killed the cat, say them; but the incessant sound starts to get annoying, which only entices you to follow it.

The music fills your ears louder, and louder, until you get closer to a room.

The door is open, you are welcome to enter anytime, but the darkness says otherwise. Lucky for you, you're with a candle.

Breathlessly, you entered, feeling the notes suffocating your lungs, it pains, yet enraptured you.

The candescent glow of the candle gave you a vision of a silhouette of a man with his back turned to you. Slowly, his arm moves back, and fourth, dancing sounds.

"Hello, and for what are you here for?", says he. Your expression utters in surprise, as your presence be known to this man.

"You play beautifully.", You walked over to him, as the burning flicker of the candle lights up the space between you two, you realise what he is playing is a cello.

"Why, thank you.", he smiled. "You must be one of the guests.", added him.

"Yes… Are you too?", you slowly sit on the floor, putting the candle down.

Facing someone who has delicate lashes, shines the beauty of. You are in awe. Then, disdain fills your inside that of, one must be a saint to play this melody while looking somewhat angelic… and you are? A devout, listening to it.

Reverse the cello, he was. Feeding you silence, before slowly opening his mouth to answer. "No, I live here."

"Then you must be so lucky seeing this place everyday." You told him.

"Fanciful is what this place is, indeed. But to share it with tourists, and history; not so much." He stopped playing his cello, he put it down, and looked at you.

Those candlelights made his purple irises shimmer in the dark of the room. Tilting his head, he smirked, that's prettily, like the devil's, his raven hair framing his face, and falling until his neck.

"And what are you doing this late of night, wandering around?" He slowly put his elbow on his lap, balancing his face on his palm.

"I'm unable to sleep 'cause of the storm, and I heard your hauntingly played cello."

You answered, standing up from where you are sitting.

"My apologies. Was it a nuisance to you?" Softly smiling, he crossed his legs. "It was just a nightly session I have with my cello, hadn't I realized that one of the guests is near this room." His tone alludes to mockery.

"My name's Fyodor, by the way. May I know yours?" After a moment of silence.

"[Name].", You slowly answer him.

"[Name].", Fyodor repeated. Smiling softly, he stood up, leveling higher than you are. Slowly, he picks the candle from the ground.

Gleams, the face of you two from the candescent light of it. Staring at you for a moment, wide-eyed gaze he gave you upon a realization of something.

"I thought you looked so familiar, and I may just know why.", Says he. "Mind if I take you somewhere inside this mansion?"

You followed Fyodor, leading you to hallways none would even notice.

The deeper you go, the more the temperature drops, chilly, you hold your arms together.

At the very end, a library, glamorous and peculiar, and covered with cobwebs, seemingly lost in time. Stories longed to be opened after centuries of waiting.

Then, he stopped by his track, fell a curtain by the wall as he pulled it. Shadows never gave up on covering it from your vision, but Fyodor neared the candle to give sight to a painting— a mirror rather. For there, you see yourself, but not.

The painting looked so pure, like the Holy Mother of Kazan, it stared at you, with their child.

"The resemblance is quite an eerie thing to look at, is it not?" He paused, "What are the chances that one goes to visit a place, and discover that one had lived similarly of facial structures as you, was painted?" Fyodor chuckled.

"Who are they?", You asked.

"My great grandparent." He looks at you, and back to the painting.

Your eyes explored the dark library, and saw an old photo.

You picked it from where it was placed, squinting your eyes, trying to get the darkness out. You moved it closely to your light source— the candle.

And if the painting is not weird enough… This photo has Fyodor in old-fashioned attire, and there you are, by his side. Have you ever met this man before? You asked yourself.

"That's them. Them, and their lover." Fyodor told, making you look at him.

"My eyes are just playing tricks on me, isn't it?" You tried to shake off the uncanny feeling from the resemblance.

"People said that I do look like my grandfather… I can surely see your vision.", He slowly grabbed the photo from your hand.

The clock ticked 3 AM, and Fyodor had his hand spread for you to hold onto. "It's getting late, we should go." He smiled.

While walking, creaks from the fragile floor of the old manor squeaks. "After you.", He said, asking you to go up the stairs.

The two of you managed to get out of the library, but then the candle died. Fyodor held your hand tighter to not lose you, and that is when loud footsteps joined in. Fyodor told you that he have some matches.

No idea if these footsteps are the two of you, or if someone else is within.

That's when you heard a voice calling unfamiliar names… "You hear that?" You asked Fyodor. "I certainly do… it seems like calling to someone. Those names does ring bells."

The voice called again.

"I knew so…", Silently, Fyodor whispered. "Those are the names my grandparents had."

You looked confused. "What? Then why is it being called?"

The footsteps approach closer, and faster, just in time for the candle to finally light up again.

Ghostly figure, you saw. A man with a ravaging glare. "You young lovers are a pain in the ass! Golgotha comes, and you two are still being lovey-dovey!" This man scolds. "In the dead of night, and still running around this damned house!"

Fyodor, and you left dumbfounded by the babbling of this man. Slowly, he puts his hand on your waist, and silent whisper of, "Calm your heartbeat."

Fyodor walked to the man, and apologizes, for this ghostly man to scold further. You soon pick up that this ghostly man thinks that you, and Fyodor are Fyodor's grandparents… seemingly travelling in time.

"For the love of Yahweh, be modest for once!" The man dismissed you two, walking back to where he came from.

Fyodor, grabbed your hands, and guided you to the exit, before the clock ringed again, 4 AM.

"Do you think we just time travelled, or that man does that on a daily occurrence… Or perhaps we really are them, but time manifests to live in the present?" Fyodor giggled at you, while running his hands through your hair.

Cool beta reader + editor: Clo (Thank you so much!)

[writer-ann-artist]

5 Years to Grieve, 5 Years to Love

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Summary: 5 years, 5 years is how long we've lived without my brother and father. Now my brother is home and I couldn't be happier, after all we're twins. But he has secrets, things he won't tell us. I want to make his transition into home life better so I give him his space, and hopefully I can keep my secret safe.

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"No don't go, stay." I roll over away from the sunlight and face the man I have fallen for.

"I wish I could, but I've been gone all day and night. I'm sure Ollie is missing me, Thea, too." I draw unseen images upon his bare chest.

"Fine leave me all alone." I'm dramatically pushed as my lover rolls away from my touch. I giggle at his theatrics. Worming my way back to his front I nuzzle into his neck.

"Oh, Malcolm. What will I do with you." He moves his head away from mine, but before I can pout he gives my nose a light kiss.

"Love me."

"Unconditionally." Is my response.

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I made it home before anyone else, well except Walter. He decided to visit our home before Mom came. Only for me to see his gift for her behind his back. I wink at him in understanding so he knows I won't tell Mom. Prepping my face and body for the day, I find the perfect clothes and make my way downstairs. I find Tommy and the whole family in the foyer.

"Sweetie you made it home. How was your night?" Mom asked as she gave me a hug and forehead kiss.

"I'm sorry, I got busy." I told her honestly, my original plan was a short visit to see my 'friend'. Tommy hits Ollie's shoulder announcing he was going to talk.

"Oh yes busy, who you were so invested in conversation."

"At least I have friends outside of family." He fakes pain and holds his chest.

"Ow, dang. You don't have to go so hard." I couldn't help my giggle at seeing his theatrics.

"You're such a dork."

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Tommy made plans for Oliver and says I absolutely, have to go. At least my inability to socialize will be something that hasn't changed for Oliver. Before we could leave mom tells me that my flowers were delivered.

"Oh, yes! Thank you! Would it be a problem to have someone put them in my room for me?"

"Of course, sweetie. They are already on the way." I quickly ran up and kissed her on her cheek. Then made my way out the door to meet Oliver in Tommy's car. As soon as I was in the car Tommy waved to our mom and drove straight to town. As he drove he explained to Oliver all that he missed. I had the impression that Oliver wasn't too interested in what Tommy was talking about. So I gave him my hand over his right shoulder so Tommy wouldn't see. But then he noticed the silence.

"Are you two doing your twin telephone thing? Cause I'm feeling left out."

"It's telepathy, Tommy." He made a mocking face at me through his rear mirror.

"It's annoying. Come on talk! You've been gone for five years be curious, be excited, something please." There was only a short pause before Oliver spoke again.

"So who is this mystery man of yours?"

"Ah, you see Ollie. That is the million-dollar question. No one knows and she won't answer." Tommy spoke for me making the situation sound worse than it was.

"Is that so?" Oliver squeezed my hand making me look at the side of his face.

"I'm not being selfish, trust me, Ollie. It's better if no one knows." I had to stop myself from mumbling.

"It's ok, tell me when you're ready." My twin rubbed my hand soothing my worry about him thinking the worst.

"See Tommy, that's how you're supposed to react."

"Now that's not fair he can read your mind." Oliver asked Tommy to stop at our father's old factory.

"I don't know why you want to be here Ollie, it's depressing." I felt the same way as Tommy, but not for the same reason. The last time I was here my father was alive.

"I wanted to see something familiar." Before I could comfort Oliver a van pulled up and a stinging sensation shot through my neck. My surroundings quickly turned to black, and my hearing dulled into silence.

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I woke up to me and someone laying down beside me. There were deep voices saying words I couldn't make out. Along with the voices popping and grunting could be heard. My vision cleared enough to see Oliver's blonde hair. He was away from me sitting up. Dark figures surrounded him, hurting him in some way as his head would move in quick motions. I can't get anything out of it as my vision fails me. I fall back into the darkness only to wake up in my living room. Mom cradling my head, Thea holding my legs, and Ollie sitting in front of me.

"My everything hurts, what happened." I groaned hearing how raspy my voice became. Ollie held a glass of water for me. I smiled at the bendy straw.

"You were kidnapped sweetie, and the tranquilizer they used had Detomidine." Mom answered me as I sipped from my bendy straw.

"Ew" I heard Tommy's voice from behind my Mom and Thea.

"Tommy, your still here?" I tried to move but instead, my brain did some flips. Mom helped me lay my head back on her lap.

"Had to make sure my best friend was ok."

"Ha beat that Oliver." I tried to wave him off but instead, Oliver caught my water I almost dropped. Once he had removed the water my head stopped spinning. This allowed me to sit up on my own.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked full of worry. I held her hand in mine as I addressed her.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just want to sleep." Thea helped walk me to my room and Oliver followed close behind. Thea layed me down when Ollie spoke.

"Wow! You are really special to someone." I can only laugh into my pillow as I was still very tired. Thea combs my hair out of my face and speaks.

"She is really in love with him, Ollie, I only wish to meet him."

"So no one has met him yet?" I roll on my back and try to look up, but just shut my eyes again.

"It's difficult to explain, but like I said it's for the best." The only reason Mom and Thea know I'm even dating is that he insists on sending me gifts.

"Just sleep, sister please." So I did.

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I was grateful, really, for Oliver's insistence on having a party. After he and Dad went missing I haven't had much to look forward to. Not that Thea or Mom did either. But they were able to cope better than I had. I decided to wear a silver floor-length dress. The high slit in the dress made it easy to show off my white pearl strap wedges.

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After a family picture for Ollie, I spot Malcolm through the crowd. Calmly and swiftly I turn to my family and dismiss myself.

"I'll be back, I see a few faces I haven't greeted yet." I head in Malcolm's direction but keep my distance. Through our eyes we speak, he leads and I follow. He leads me to an unoccupied hallway in the house. Malcolm turns around letting me walk close to him. Once close enough he opens his arms allowing me to fall into his arms.

"I'm sorry about what happened, angel." He speaks into the crown of my head. His lips pressed into my skin making me hum.

"I'm fine, unfortunately, Ollie had it worse." Before I could pout about Oliver, Malcolm pulls me out of the hug to hold my face in his hands.

"Yes, but I care about you more. You look beautiful, my love." He stares into my eyes, saying so much more than his words. At least I think he is.

"And you are looking dashing tonight, Merlyn. Now is that for me or the family." He chuckles and wraps his empty arms around me. The gift bag on his occupied wrist taps my body as it sways from his movements.

"Oh my love, ever so eager. Yes, it is for you and your family's gift is with the others." I blush as he stares into my eyes.

"You shouldn't have." Though I'm in heels I still need to lean up on my toes to kiss this man.

"Please wait to open it later tonight. It's special." He spoke against my lips. Oh, how weak he makes me. Only for him though, no one else can make me feel the things he can.

"Oh my gosh, Malcolm! Next week.."

"Is our fourth anniversary." He sways with me as all I can do is stare lovingly at him. His hand reaches my face and he speaks in a whisper.

"I hate keeping you hidden in my life." I lean into his hand. I hate it just as much.

"I know, would it be so bad now? After so long?" I know my lip is pouting out. I can't help it as I look up to Malcolm.

"I don't know, but your brother being back may make it difficult. Not to mention the recent attack on you both." I hum sadly into his shoulder as we sway. I slowly pull away and look at the man.

"I should put my gift in its proper place." As I walk backward pulling his hands with me as he stays put. Once both our arms are outstretched I make a move to hold his hands. At the last second, I snag my gift off his wrist.

"Always so formal. I'll see you later." My lover chuckled at my actions as I moved further away from him.

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Later that night in my bedroom. I almost run into my room when I was finally able to retire to bed. Behind closed doors, I kick off my shoes and beeline to Malcolm's gift. I take the card out of the bag and begin to read his handwritten sentiment.

'To my love, my light, the best thing in my life. I wish you everything the world I can give. For now, I give you this, I think you will like it. From your glorious lover, Malcolm.'

"Oh my gosh, Malcolm. What did you do now?" I open the paper bag to find many prices of tissue and black rose petals. Finally, a black velvet box falls out.

"You would think I have enough jewelry."

"I think you will make an exception this time." I nearly jumped out of my skin and on my ankle. It did hurt a bit, but nothing I wasn't used to.

"Oh my god! You can't do that! I almost died." He only laughed and stepped closer to me. He is really good at hiding in plain sight. Once close to me, he grabbed hold of my hand.

"My sweetness." He moved his hands to hold mine and the box.

"You need to be aware of your surroundings,.."

"I know, I know. I live a high-profile life and being kidnapped twice just proves that I need eyes in the back of my head." I hold in my scoff as he neals down and holds the box up.

"Malcolm."

"Please my love, let me talk before you panic. I never thought I could love again. Especially after Rebecca,.."

"Malcolm,.."

"My beloved, again. I have learned to love you. You as you, not you you showed the world or your family. The true unfiltered, you. I know at first we were just looking for something physical, but I fell for you. And I fell hard, and I know you feel the same. So my light, my love. Please say you'll be my wife." I lean into Malcolm and sit on his knee. I remove one hand of mine and hold his neck. I lean forward and right before I kiss him I give home my answer.

"Yes, Malcolm." When our lips touch he slides the ring onto my finger. We pull apart and I breathe out my words.

"I love you."

"I love you, my light."

[mrshiraethsworld]

A SERVANT'S FRIENDSHIP ━ arthur pendragon ♔

Chapter Two - Trained to Kill Since Birth "Merlin!" Merlin sent an annoyed look over at Gaius and Lynette, not at all happy about his current predicament. Lynette couldn’t blame him for his anger at the situation, but she also couldn’t deny that he had not heeded Gaius’ warning. It never bodes well for anyone to mess with the prince, especially during one of his training sessions. Her father was only doing what he could and his sway with the king had kept Merlin out of the dungeons, but not from a full day of playing jester in the stocks.  Lynette sent a sympathetic look his way, as another cabbage was added to the fermented salad collecting in Merlin’s hair. She watched as the items for throwing became fewer until some resorted to throwing dirt, causing Lynette to take action. She made her way over toward the children, bending to their level and whispering to them. She gestured to a nearby alley down the street and whispered some more before standing once more. The children let out shouts of glee, before racing down the path toward an unknown destination. "Thanks!" Merlin's appreciation caused Lynette to laugh, glad to see that his sense of humor had not been doused in rotten vegetables. Gaius made no move to talk to the boy and instead sent him a quick wink before making some deliveries. Lynette waited quietly till all the kids had left to find more food before approaching her cousin. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it had to be in this position for an extended time, not to mention the smell. She reached her hand out hesitantly but seeing no objection from Merlin, she began to comb his hair for tomato chunks.  "Honestly, Merlin, you're not making the best impression on Camelot,” Lynette said with a frown. “All we asked was that you keep your head down and the first thing you do is fight with Arthur." "It wasn’t my intention to end up here. I was only trying to stop a bully, I didn’t realize it was a royal prince.” Merlin said, before pausing at Lynette’s use of the prince's name and not his title. “How do you know Arthur?". Lynette looked down at him, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones, as she answered, "I grew up here, remember? I’ve known the prince for as long as I can remember." 

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[angstfactory]

☮: when my muse feels the most at ease (jesse) ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) (vicente) ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was (ney) ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere (aiden)

☮: when my muse feels the most at ease (JESSE)

Horseback riding used to be the first thing on the list he might turn to, when he was younger. He hasn't been able to do this in years, though, after the search of his sister began. Now, it's become one of those simple blankets laid out either in the bed of his shitty truck or in the grass, during the night -- doesn't really mind if it's a cloudless night sky or a moody one, because either one offers a different kind of peace or thoughts to reflect on. Or, stormy weather in general; he enjoys gloomy, billowy clouds and thunderstorms.

♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) (VICENTE)

He honestly couldn't care less, mostly because he's not spent a lot of time bothering about TV or movies. He has too much to keep track of than waste time on the recreational. If he was absolutely forced to choose anyone... Carmen Sandiego.

✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was (NEYLANI)

This should come as no surprise, but social studies. Her interest has always been more humanities based, history and civics. It's always been important to be open and receptive of the people around her, even those she doesn't quite understand or agree with, because that is how you find a common ground to stand on.

✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere (AIDEN)

At this point in time, Aiden wouldn't know how to answer this. He doesn't really feel like he belongs anywhere, or truly has a home anymore. In general, though, he prefers places with moody weather and thick forests, because chopping wood and wood crafting are stress relievers for him.

[ravusnightblossom]

@sanguinepeccatorum moved from here. (Mourning the loss of notes, but moved to a new post because uneditable Legacy thread. *sad*)

Vincent falls to the comfort of silence throughout the journey, keeping his eyes closed and his posture relaxed as he leaned against his love; doing his best to ignore any bumps or turbulence. He detested such movements on the average day and such strange feelings of unease and nausea were only heightened when feeling already so unwell.

Once all movement stopped, Vincent forced his eyes to reopen and for his legs to raise him upward; to be home, it bought a sense of comfort to the very depths of his chest - such a small detail, and yet he could not cast it aside as silly. Much had happened at the Valentine estate over the years, as far back as those that had chosen to build it some several, if not more, generations before himself; but it was still home. His legs felt akin to jelly as he moved and as much as he detested showing such, Vincent really was relying upon his love to keep him semi-moving in the right direction. Once at the door, Vincent splay out his palm against the grain of the wood and pushed it, the welcoming warmth of the inside bringing more solace than he could hope to describe. Thoughts, however, did not linger upon that for very long, instead, he coughs into his glove and winces at the throb of his head, reminded all too terribly of how awful he felt. “Are you hungry-?” He asks, smile drawing over pale features.

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Truly? They had only just arrived and he was trying to dote on Ravus while in such a sickly state, himself? Eyes rolled as he shook his head, gently urging Vincent further into the home.

"Enough of that," he said softly, noting the cough and the wince with growing concern. Rationally, he knew it would take something more than a cold bug or a virus to take down his immortal beloved, but that didn't cease his disgruntle for Vincent even having to deal with being in his state.

"I am perfectly capable of making my own food. What you need to do is go rest. To the bed with you. I will make you some tea and be in momentarily." Ravus wouldn't take no for an answer in this persistence. If Vincent wouldn't let his own feet take him there, he would carry him, himself.

He kept a hand on the other's lower back as he lead them through the home, all the while making certain he didn't accidentally step on Whiskey. He hadn't seen the feline yet, but he knew he would come as soon as he sat down a dish of food for the cat, something he would do after he saw to his companion.

"Perhaps we should get Whiskey a friend," Ravus suggested as an idle thought while stepping aside to veer into the kitchen. At least he knew where everything was. He filled the kettle and put it on to heat as he began sifting through the cabinets for the tea he had tucked into the back the last time he had been there.

[sxorpiomoon]

Hello i'm here for your free reading:

My name is Sol and my sign is ♓

My question is some message from my future self?

Thank you

❂✪The deck Chosen was: The Antique Anatomy Tarot✪❂

From Your future Self

❦(card 1) The Hierophant: “The hierophant is one of the more traditional figures in the tarot and also one of the strictest. While his counterpart, the High Priestess is focused on the occult and the power of intuition, he is focused on set principles, organized religion, and intense study. The Hierophant is the spokesperson for the divine. He ask that you search outside of yourself for answers, reminding you that there is nothing wrong with asking for help and looking to an expert for guidance. Who can you go to for wisdom? Sometimes the Hierophant appears as a religious leader, but he can easily manifest in everyday figures, such as a freed who always gives you great advice, or a teacher who shows you a new approach to problem-solving. Now is the time to seek them out.” 

I love this first card. What I am really getting from this first card is that there is someone in your life that has a masculine energy and they might be an earth sign. But this is some you trust deeply. It feels like the message in the first card is to really look into your inner circle and find who is supposed to be there and who is not. This is a test for you intuition. I also am getting a message of you do have to be a bit stricter with yourself to achieve the goals you have in mind. They might feel out of reach, but you must work for it, it is not easy.❦

✮(Card 2) Seven of Blades: “ Sneaking around is the theme of the Seven of Blades. You are trying to get away with something you should’t, and this card is here to let you know that you aren’t as sly as you think you are. As with the five of blades, you may be the victim of someones trickery. A lot of planing has gone behind the scenes in order to pull off the plan against you, so be diligent with your boundaries. Whether you are the cheater or the cheated, an apology can work wonders. A battle of wits is easily ended when you put your pride aside and try do the right thing — even if it pains you.” 

With this second card because the first card you got is the Hierophant the numerology of that card is five it feels like this is a warning of someone in you life who is very manipulative. It feels like you have had this feeling in your gut but you needed confirmation. (I can also see this to be in a work situation or relationship or both even) This is also a message for you to know it is okay to ask for help.✮

♔(Card 3)Nine of Blades: “Can’t sleep because you are riddles with anxiety and guilt. Feel as though your waking life has become one of your nightmares? You are in the realm of the Nine of Blades, and it is really unpleasant place to be. You make feel like you are bouncing between fight mode and flight mode every minute of the day. Unfortunately, this card does not have a silver lining and it can really take a toll on your mental health. Being in a constant state of fear causes you to do things you wouldn’t normally do, so now is definitely not the time to make any major decisions.”

This card feel as if you are pushed up against a wall. It feel like there is no escape. This is a reminder that hard times are not forever. It reminds me of a quote from the move The Crow, where he says, “It can’t rain all the time.” This also a reminder to not stress or think about the future, to think about the now.♔

☠︎(Card #4) Ten of Elixirs: “The Ten of Elixirs is a very positive card to receive in a reading. There is a sense of comfort and harmony surrounding you and your loved ones, perhaps manifesting in a stable home life, enough money for your needs (and then some), and someone special to share it all with. The future looks bright in terms of relationships with this card. Any past conflicts are forgiven and unconditional love is possible because of the mutual respect you share.” 

This is a very beautiful way to end your reading. Your future self is really reminding you, here is that yes, you can have good things in life. It will take time to get here but it is in your path if you take the right steps. Even though it’s really cloudy, remember that it can not rain all the time. ☠︎

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[exkingbabysitter]

spehllman: « ♔ continued. »

SHE'S COLLECTING HERBS IN THE QUIET, HUMMING TO HERSELF. she spends most of her time outdoors, preferring to connect with nature than people. sure, her circle is bigger, it is no longer a battle between witch and mortal, but she is still on the outside, she feels. not fully accepted by those closer to her age.

PERHAPS THAT IS WHY STEVE HARRINGTON CALLING TO HER SURPRISES HER. she's not sure what could be bad enough to make him want to interact with her, but she's eager to lend a hand anyway, feet silently moving over the moss and grass to stand on a tree branch behind him. it's moist, and she can smell the coming rain in the air. it soothes her nerves as she replies.

' IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE ASKING FOR MY HELP. ' she answers his rhetorical question, a playful smile on her lips as she bends down, swinging her legs over the branch to sit. ' and i don't take payment for my help. no guarantee i even can help. '

SHE LEANS FORWARD, ELBOWS RESTING ON THIGHS. ' i'm assuming you want something magick related? or have you finally realised i don't bite and you're here for the joy of my company? ' she's teasing, trying to lighten the mood. she knows how people see witches, knows how the narrative of evil and bitterness is fed to them. she wonders if those she now calls friends realise the fear the narrative leaves her in.

         he blinked. the presence of sabrina and her impish taunts appeared of nowhere. and of course, with his luck, she was right there the whole time, hearing his pathetic plea. the nature of his request was yet to be revealed and he already regretted every second of this interaction. he was, sadly, past the point of no return — no way sabrina would let him walk away now.

         〝 yeah, something like that. i don’t know how this works. just promise me i won't wake up with warts all over my body, or bald, or... worse. 〞 he couldn't imagine worse — he didn't want to. surely, someone like sabrina could conjure some personally-made terror just for him. given everything, some part of him believed it would be justified, though he would prefer keeping his hair. gotta be on his best behavior.

         he readjusted his footing, his heart rate becoming harder to ignore. 〝 anyway, i need help. i just... need it to stay between us. okay? 〞 desperately, his eyes skimmed the forest around them, anything to not meet her gaze. 〝 and don't laugh. 〞

[netteliax]

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Nettelia was stubborn and wouldn’t budge, Aren was less stubborn. He was at least much less stubborn than his sisters because the two were small but far more frightening than anyone he knew besides Evy - fighting with them was a very last option. She knew it. It’s what made the pointing out of the only two loudly influential lives he’d had that much more sardonic. The both of them knew Aren wouldn’t puff out his chest and demand an answer first but instead oblige his little sister with one first. Though the elder still had the dignity to give her the sort of look that meant they weren’t done, he would still surely request some answer from her.

“I’m not trying to hide anything from you, ‘Telia. But what doesn’t change anything wasn’t worth sharing to me, especially since I’m not as level-headed as you remember. I can’t talk without getting restless. I can’t look some people in the face without…” A muscle ticked in his jaw. Aren moved his tongue behind his teeth as he looked down at his fisted hands. He willed them to spread on his lap, relaxing some of the tension. “Dia isn’t the only one that has a bone to pick with The Eye. Everywhere I turn they’re there… They get their hands in my life and somehow always find something new to tear apart that isn’t me, just someone that I care about. It’s the worst sort of curse because it isn’t mine to fight. First our sister… then they took my brother Alek. I know they’ve had other druids, maybe even some of my own acolytes and I never-” He shook his head. “No, I just have to stand in front of them now as their ally and pretend like I don’t fantasize about ripping their throats open.” He finally glanced towards Nettelia. “That satisfy?”

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Emotional creatures, all of them. Octavian could not fathom working with a senate that he wanted to destroy, and Dionaeia couldn’t go anywhere without starting a fight. Now Nettelia was losing Aren too she- it wasn’t as if she were dead inside. Working with such an organisation was innate distasteful, you couldn’t throw a stone in this city without hitting someone whose lives they’d upended… And that woman, Marzia, as enchanting as she was, there was always something off about her. Nettelia couldn’t quite understand what that was, despite all this working with an organisation that had built  itself on a foundation of hunting and killing supernaturals was the most probable way to defeat an enemy of immensely powerful and dangerous supernaturals. Nettelia had never been content, not since Prometheus’ sentencing, and certainly not since Eden’s fall. For all of The Eye’s crimes, Nettelia had done worse, she had unleashed true horror upon this realm and it didn’t matter what she did or how hard she worked that would always be true.

“You think I don’t hate them?” Nettelia questioned, speaking more to the air as she felt the wildfire that burned ever present within her burn behind violet eyes. The edge over her voice was a blade, not directed in any way towards Aren but to the situation as a whole, walking into their training grounds and acting like it once hadn’t been the site of executions. Training their mediocre staff, working with creatures that Nettelia would have preferred not to. Coordinating with captains appointed among their ranks, leaders in this so-called army. Every moment of it was unbearable and every second she spent among them Nettelia had to still the urge to tear everything down. To destroy and ruin in a way that only a healer could. “Those bastards hurt my sister.” Tears stung the corners of her eyes though she did not dare to let them fall, “Poked and prodded her like she was an animal. Tortured her as if she did not devote her entire being to saving them.” The water from her eyes was gone now, but the fire remained. Nettelia’s violet eyes that epitomised violence looked to her brother’s crystalline blues, author of the necronomicon, mistress of madness, when Nettelia spoke of retribution she hoped no one took her lightly. “There will be a reckoning, we just have to survive long enough to get there. They will pay for every moment that she spent down there, tenfold. We just have to make it there.”

[jeoseungsaja]

“ i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “ - Shin @ Yeo 🥺

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  Centuries lodged in their bones; wisdom of passing eras attached to their veins. You’d think that creatures with extended longevity might know it all, but there are certain things the universe still keeps away from them; secrets still in dark box, questions unanswered no matter how much they might ask. 

   The future is one of those things. One of those secrets. One of those unanswered questions. The future, unpredictable as is, might smile one day but laugh at you the next; might embrace you in warm blankets or stab you where it hurts most. It walks unbiased, with roots that become intricate, changeable pathways. 

   Kim Shin might know more about the future, considering it only takes one look for him to acknowledge someone’s fate. In one second, he can get transported into a dimension that’ll tell him if a person will be successful, if they’ll reach their goals or face disruptive kismet. He can see danger from miles away, offer sandwiches to those who need to take a detour on current path; be the guardian he’s always been, even before acquiring the abilities he current holds. 

   Wang Yeo, as a nine-tailed fox, can see a few miles ahead, too. Not so much as to reach someone’s grave, but enough to perceive what could happen if a decision is made. He can calculate some of the risks and take those that might bring the best odds, even if the probability isn’t always successful. It helps, at times. 

   What’s ironic about all of this, is that they both seem to be blind to each other’s future, like a curtain of dense smoke that doesn’t let them see what’ll happen to them. They cannot look straight upon a mirror and see their fate, they cannot look into each other’s eyes and know what’ll happen next. 

   But here, standing in front of him, of Kim Shin, Yeo feels like the future doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Knowing what’s written before letters can even reach the paper seems like cheating to him; a lack of delight in the unknown. It is frightening though, he’ll admit, especially because of what they’re facing here; of what Kim Shin faces. 

   A sword still stuck in his chest, with no other name but his own branded on the bloody hilt. No one has come forward to claim it, or to at least whisper that they can see a vision of it. Not even Yeo, and the fox is not sure of what this could mean --- if he’ll stay like this forever, blind to the blade burdening Shin’s soul, or if he’ll ever be worthy as to see the true pain embedded. 

   What will happen to them if Yeo never sees the sword?    What will happen to them if Yeo sees it?    What will happen to them once the sword is out, to Shin?

   A breath leaves red-haired individual, reaching out to hold Shin’s sleeve, just around the wrist. His mind feels convoluted, his heart feels like producing a sting. He just wants to be here, with him --- is that so much to ask? Is that too much of a burden for the universe to accept? 

   It feels as if Shin can hear his thoughts, as if Yeo’s face was painted with enough hues and streaks for Shin to interpret what’s going through his head. It feels this way, because of the words Dokkaebi decides to utter, words that make Yeo grasp onto Shin’s wrist a little tighter, a little closer. 

    Thoughts made of glass shatter as soon as Goblin’s words get wrapped around his head; attempting to come back to his usual senses. It seems Yeo can think too much about these things, swimming in the sea of notions...but Shin’s the buoy that lets him know where to go. 

    Yeo straightens his back, a little smile conquering lips due to the warmth of Dokkaebi’s words. He lifts Shin’s arm from the wrist, where his hold was before.

  “I...guess I wouldn’t mind having an antediluvian Goblin by my side for a little longer.” 

   A mechanism of defense, this part of him that teases regardless of having deep thoughts before. 

  “Or...a lot longer. Did you know we, nine-tailed foxes, can live more than a thousand years? Are you willing to be around when I get to a thousand years old? How about two thousand? Three thousand? Will you be...there?” 

   Then, he places a sunflower between Shin’s fingers; carefully and gently letting go of the hold he had around his wrist. 

   “You do know the meaning behind flowers, right? Sunflowers have plenty of meanings, but...they’re usually a symbol of longevity. Adoration, loyalty, happiness...” 

   Pure, unconditional love. 

   “It matches the sweater you’re wearing.” 

   He looks at the flower, then at the sweater and, finally, he lifts his gaze to look at Shin’s face; his eyes, his nose, his lips; the hair swaying softly due to delightful breeze. He looks at him and his heart grows, so much so, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep it in his chest for long. 

   Is it even in his chest? Maybe the ghost of it is. Because, whenever he looks at Kim Shin now, it feels as if his heart is not within his rib-cage, but under Dokkaebi’s hold...much like the sunflower he just gifted him. 

   “Stay, Kim Shin. No matter what the future holds. Stay...with me.”  

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