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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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Gods
All she ever wanted stood before her. 
Reverence
To sink her teeth into a god’s flesh and feed on their sins.
Retribution
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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I'd kill a god for you
Gemma Chase
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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Redemption
I let out a weak laugh. “I murdered a village. Not my first one. Not my last one. I deserve to die.”
“He’s controlling you,” she repeated. “It’s not you.” Her hands cupped my face. “I know the real you. It hurts you, all these atrocities he’s forcing you to do. And that means you’re a good man.”
I leaned into her, resting my forehead against hers and we paused, the wind buffeting around us, reminding me of the harsh world that existed just outside the little bubble of peace we sank into for a simple moment. 
I tilted my face to her and our lips met, a tender kiss sealing a promise that despite what the world may bring, and what horrors surely awaited us, our two souls found each other, still wanted one another, and would protect each other. 
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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Mine
He yanked her to him, his eyes flashing with threats. “What? You’re not getting your way this time. And since when did you become such a spoiled princess?”
“Since I clawed for everything that is currently mine,” A spat out. 
“You have a skewed perception of what is yours,” B hissed, holding her hand up higher, tightening his hold. 
The dress was not meant to be tugged on that way and the fabric protested against her skin. A wondered if that incited the anger even further. “I know what is mine, don’t mistake that.”
He opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it, clenching his jaw shut. She watched the gears spin in his head, warring between threatening her or dismissing her. There was a second, barely a glimpse of softening, before B groaned, using his hold on her wrist to shove her into him. 
Their lips met and what should have been a violent kiss melted on contact, subdued into familiarity. There was nothing strange about it, there was nothing restrained between their hold on each other, but it was in a comforting way. As his arm wound around his waist, his fingers splayed over her ribs, she held on tighter, never wanting to let go. 
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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warning
“If you go anywhere near him, if I see you so much as look in his direction...”
She moved closer, her lips moving up in a sultry smile. “I want you to finish that threat.”
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cssk-0000 · 2 years
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Imagine if I told you everything I was thinking, if all my secrets came spilling out of my lips. These lips, the ones that swore fidelity upon an altar, these same lips now scorning every single caress you give me. Imagine if I could tell you that the lies I speak like truth are my only consolation during the dark nights. Imagine. Even as I lie, even as I seek out the comfort of strangers’ arms instead of your own, I still can’t feel the anger. Because you broke me. And now I feel nothing. Imagine that. 
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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I watched as his thumb pressed the arrows and my gaze followed the line of one of his veins into the curve of his arm where he bore the marks of knife wounds, up the slope of his bicep, currently half concealed underneath his black tee. I knew there were a few more old scars there, one even making a shape that reminded me of the constellation for Gemini. His shoulder blade held a few more scrapes, those not as pigmented as the scars on his arm. Up on his neck, I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he drank his coffee. He withdrew the coffee cup and then chewed on his bottom lip, as was his habit when he was lost in his own thoughts, or in this case, watching the news. 
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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Power
Slowly she let her mouth explore different surfaces, high off the power she held over him. One lick, one bite, her mouth hovering over a sensitive spot and he was undone. Now she understood the power of sex. The small bit of hesitancy soon evaporated as she heard him struggling to keep quiet. Then he was moaning, his fingers clutching her hair, urging her on. If she did this...he was louder....if she tried this way....he uttered a delectable moan. She owned him and he knew it. 
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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“Oh, no, no no no no,” she breathed out with a humorless laugh, chilling the court before her. “Don’t you know who I am?”
She enjoyed the stillness before her. Better to be loved than feared? Only if you had never done it right the first time. 
“I am the King Killer and you will bow before me.”
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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“Are you running away from him?”
“I can’t run away from someone who is done chasing me.”
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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Yeah, I get it, you're horny, but also...your eyes are glowing.
A god to a mortal
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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A sullen child, flinching with every yell. A forsaken child. A mean little face, never to smile, never to relax, never to let the world know he knew it didn’t want him. A child to bear the burden he was cursed with before he even had a soul. A boy to judge to the sins of strangers for eons to come, taking their sins as his own
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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I slammed the door to the study, hoping he’d flinch as I stormed in but he sat, patiently waiting for me, long fingers patiently intertwined on top of the smooth desk. 
I practically growled like a feral animal. “You fucking bastard.”
His eyes widened a degree. “Excuse me?” “Don’t play pretend,” I hissed with enough venom to paralyze any man. “You sold me out. I trusted you.”
“I see they didn’t cut out your tongue,” he said casually, still sitting at his desk as if we were discussing weather patterns. “Shame.”
“I was patient,” I said through clenched teeth. “Deals off. I won’t help you anymore.”
He rose, jaw clenched in response to my words. “You forget.”
“I forget what?” I shot back. “If you wanted me dead, then kill me.”
He smirked, sending fear signals down my back. “I control you.”
“I don’t understand,” I muttered. “Just kill me. Isn’t that why you kidnapped me?”
His smirk deepend. “Oh my dear, I didn’t go through all that trouble just to kill you. You are but a pawn in my game. Taking you will make him lose his throne.”
“Anubis?” I blurted out in shock. “You’re insane. How the hell is he losing his throne with me gone?”
Set took a step closer. “I took his favorite thing. His toy. His possession.”
I took a step forward despite the goosebumps rolling down my arms. “I’m not his toy.”
His fangs glinted in the torchlight. “You’re right. I took his queen. And for that, he’ll burn the world down trying to find you.”
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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All I wanted was to love- like the poets I've often read about - loved
Gemma Chase
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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“You were supposed to my forever,” his voice croaked.
“I’m only human.” I met his eyes. “And forever is too long.”
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cssk-0000 · 3 years
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I was fine with being alone.
I’ve always been alone. 
So it was always the hardest thing to do, to find someone, to share something as intimate and precious as my time with a stranger. 
To do that would be to expose myself, my longings, my fears. And I’d rather die than do that. People in my life always said, wait, be patient, the right one will come along. 
At first, I was angry. I had done my waiting. 
Then I was understanding. These were the best years of my life! I was free to do what I pleased. 
Now, reaching an understanding with the universe, I wanted to bask in the comfort of being the only person in the cosmos who would know me, me entirely without reservations or secrets, and the fact made the emptiness seem worth it. 
It was unexpected when I met you. All I wanted was to intoxicate my body with enough alcohol so that I would sleep a dreamless night. I ignored the music, the pulsing lights, the sticky bartop; I ignored you. 
Staring at the array of mismatched empty bottles on the shelves, I tapped my foot on the lower rung of the bar in a thoughtless manner, aware that while I was ignoring everyone and staring at the rim of my glass, not everyone was ignoring me. 
Swathed in an open-back satin dress, I might have overdressed for the underground bar. Might. 
When you crashed into me, having stumbled on a puddle of spilled top shelf vodka, I glared at you for intruding on my personal space, for knocking my own drink right across the sticky bartop, and for ruining the concentrated effort of not looking at anyone. 
My eyes met yours. Your slack mouth, halfway through mumbling a half-assed apology, tightened and your eyes fastened themselves on mine. My own lips, curled in disgust and low burning rage, fell open. 
Soulmates don’t exist. 
But then I met you.  
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