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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Need More Than Me (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: Adrian proves he doesn’t need anything as much as he needs you.

So I was kinda down when this idea came to me. I’ve had a song stuck in my head for a bit and I just thought of the lyric and it made me realize I could just write about this and maybe you guys would like this too haha.

Song lyric: He needed more than me. I’m friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but he needed more than me.

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Warnings: mentions of sex, smut, p in v, soft sex,oral (fem receiving), praising, rough sex, cursing, reassuring, angst comfort, fluff, negative thoughts

Friends with benefits.

The idea of friends with benefits made you cringe at first. It was hard to process the idea of having sex with your friend and it still being normal. Sex was intimate to you.

Whoever you had sex with had to build that trust with you before they could even touch you. You had always been a guarded person, because of that it confused you why Adrian became your friend.

You both were complete opposites.

I guess the term opposites attract made the most sense between you both. Adrian was so bright but dark at the same time. You were well you. You didn’t fight like he did. You didn’t live that much as an interesting life like he did.

You were quiet. He was loud. Adrian and you were different. There was no way you both would ever cross that threshold beyond friends.

Adrian said so himself. He wasn’t made for relationships. Well he believed he wasn’t.

So you berated yourself for falling for him. It got worser as you agreed to have friends with benefits with him after sleeping with him one night after you both drank.

He didn’t know though that you had loved him even before that fateful night.

It destroyed you to sleep with him, but at the same time you couldn’t help it. You were selfish. You wanted Adrian even if it was for one night. This wasn’t healthy you knew it wasn’t, but you couldn’t help it.

You loved Adrian Chase so fucking much you’d sleep with him even if it was for one night.

Moaning into your sheets, Adrian grunted as he thrusted deeply inside of you moaning himself. “So fucking tight. So fucking good...You’re so fucking hot!!”

You gripped the bed sheets as he leaned down kissing you deeply. “Fuck Adrian!” He pulled back moving his kisses down your neck. Gripping his hair tightly, you cried out burying your face in his neck.

“I’m gonna cum!” He groaned as you sucked a small mark on his neck.

“Fucking cum. Fucking cum beautiful girl..I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” You gripped his shoulders releasing on him.

“Oh god! Fuck!!” Adrian grinned before whining a bit speeding up.

“I’m gonna cum..Where do you want me to cum..”

“Inside..Please..” He nodded quickly kissing you. Adrian thrusted a few more times before spilling inside of you.

You panted whimpering as he pulled out gently. “Stay here I’ll clean you up..” You nodded sleepily as he moved off the bed grabbing his boxers.

He came back cleaning you up before helping you get dressed.

“Come on you gotta go pee.” You nodded walking slowly to the restroom leaning on him.

Once coming out, Adrian helped you back to the bed tucking you in. “Okay I gotta go now.”

“You’re not gonna stay?” He shook his head with a small sigh.

“I can’t. I promised Peacemaker I’d help him with something, but I will be back tomorrow for our movie night.” You smiled as he pulled his pants on.

“Okay I’ll see you then..” Adrian grinned sliding his shirt on. You handed him his belt watching as he zipped himself up.

“Okay call me if you need me okay?” You nodded. Adrian hesitated a bit as you laid down. He wanted to lean down and kiss you goodbye. If anything he wanted to get undressed and just lay with you in bed, but he couldn’t.

Usually after sex he never stayed. It hurt you, but you didn’t know it also hurt him. Adrian was just as in love with you as you were with him.

He just thought you wanted sex with him and he was happy to provide you the pleasure you sought.

It would kill him if you found someone new to do this with. He knew he should tell you how he feels. How he’s felt for so long..

You waved goodbye frowning once you heard your front door close and lock. Curling into yourself, you tried not too feel used and completely and utterly alone. Adrian deserved more than you.

He needs more than you.

Which was why you had started to debate ending your friendship completely. No friends with benefits nothing. You needed to get over Adrian and move on no matter how painful it was.

When he was near though, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He had made you feel so special in bed and out. He was the first guy to ever call you beautiful..

The next night, you sat on the floor dressed in your pajamas waiting for Adrian to come in for your movie night. He had a key to your apartment. You jumped hearing your phone ring.

It was Adrian.

“Y/N?” He spoke slurring his words a bit. “I think I need you to come get me..I don’t think I can drive..I’m sorry it’s our movie night.” Adrian hiccuped.

You nodded standing up to grab your coat, “I’m on my way where are you?”

Of course he went to Chris’s house to hang for a bit and ended up drinking, You got out of your car once arriving knocking on his door. Sighing you tapped your foot impatiently waiting for someone to open up. You could hear multiple voices in there.

“Adrian?” You called out knocking again. A girl opened the door an annoyed expression on her face.

“What?!” She barked out angrily. You smiled a bit tensely,

“I’m looking for my friend. Adrian?”

“Oh Adry!”

“Adry?”

“Yeah he’s on the couch with my friend. Come on in.” You grimaced seeing Adrian sitting on the couch with a girl next to him chatting. Chris shot a smile seeing you.

“Hey Y/N!” He drunkenly called out. You smiled a bit before walking to Adrian.

“Dude you okay?”

“Y/N!!” He cheered pulling you into a hug, “You came for me!”

“You called me dude.” He laughed nodding.

“I did! I missed you so much!” You couldn’t help but smile a bit as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Aww I thought you were staying with me tonight Adrian?” The girl sat next to him pouted. A spark of jealousy flared inside of you. She was pretty.

“Uh sorry he can’t. He has work tomorrow. That’s why he asked me to come get him.” You lied hoping she wouldn’t argue with you.

“But Adry and I were starting to get to know each other! Why can’t you just go? I’m pretty sure he’d rather spend time with me.”

“No I wouldn’t! I wanna go with Y/N!” Adrian yelled out pulling you down on the couch with him.

“Sorry I’m sure he’ll call you-”

“Why does he wanna go with a buzz kill like you anyways!? What he’s fucking you or something?!” You shook your head hauling Adrian up.

“No he’s not. He doesn’t like me that way.-”

“Then why are you forcing him?! He should stay here. I can show him a good time-”

“I’m sure you could, but he wants to go. I’m not leaving my friend somewhere he doesn’t wanna be.” Adrian hummed at your words falling on you a bit. You grunted holding him up.

“We were going to have fun until you came in! He kept telling me how he wanted to fuck-”

“Not you though! I wanna go with Y/N! Now stop being mean and just let us fucking go!” Adrian groaned a bit struggling to stay upright.

You sighed in annoyance leading him out. “Bye Chris!” You called out knowing he probably couldn’t hear you and was occupied by that girl.

You lead Adrian outside to your car trying to ignore him kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Stop ignoring me..” He grumbled. You helped him in the car buckling him up.

“I’m not ignoring you, but I need to focus so I can drive us back to mine for the night.”

“Oh your place for the night..” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You smiled bitterly nodding. “Not for that Adrian so you can sleep off your drunk.”

You slammed the door a bit harder than you wanted too stopping for a bit to calm yourself. You shouldn’t be this angry.Adrian is allowed to talk to other girls. He wasn’t yours.

Adrian stared at you as you started the car pulling away from Chris’s trailer. “Are you angry at me?” You shook your head not looking his way.

“It seems like you are...You’re not talking to me and you slammed the door.”

“I’m not angry Adrian.”

“Oh..if you are it’s okay. I did miss our movie night being an idiot. One drink led to too many and-”

“You don’t have to explain Adrian I know. You could’ve stayed there instead of calling me. The girl seemed to really want your company.”

You didn’t know where that came from, but you were upset. “I didn’t want her though I wanted you.” You shut your eyes shaking your head in disbelief. He was drunk.

“Adrian we need to talk once you’re sober.”

“About what? Did I really upset you?”

“No you didn’t. I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while.” He sighed reaching for your hand frowning as you pulled away.

“Stop Adrian please.” You begged quietly.

Once pulling into your driveway, you helped him inside leaving him on your couch. He grabbed your hand trying to pull you with him, “Stay.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Please stay.”

“Adrian I can’t stay-”

“Why not?”

“Why do you want me too?”

“I want you near. I always want you near...”

“I do too, but you always leave.” He gave you a small sad look as you walked back to your room.

He needs more than you. You aren’t enough for him. Sitting at the edge of your bed, you held yourself closely trying to keep your tears in. Adrian would never feel the same way.

Tonight proved it to you. He stayed with those girls only calling for you to go get him because he couldn’t drive. You sniffled a bit not knowing that Adrian stood outside your door wanting to go inside.

The next morning, you awoke on your floor feeling stiff. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point.

Getting up, you didn’t hear anything outside and assumed Adrian had left. That was until you heard movement outside your door.

Slamming your door opened, you looked in surprise seeing Adrian in front of it holding a tray of food.

“Uh peace offering? I made you eggs and bacon?” You smiled accepting it from him.

“Thanks..” He smiled walking in taking a seat on your bed. You placed the tray down gently on the night stand before taking a seat next to him.

“Sorry I missed our movie night and sorry you had to go pick up my stupid drunk idiotic ass up.”

“It’s alright...” You smiled a bit taking a pushing the eggs around with your fork.

“You said last night you wanted to talk..”

“You remembered?” He nodded.

“i did..I know you’re upset because of that girl, but nothing happened between us at all. I wanted to go home, but she wasn’t letting me call you-”

“Why are you reassuring me? It’s not like we’re dating Adrian..” You set the tray back down sadly.

“Y/N what are we exactly?”

You stood quiet. This needed to happen it’d be for the best. “I can’t be your friend anymore. Or anything to you anymore Adrian..”

“What?”

“I can’t be-”

“No I know what you said, but where the fuck is that coming from?”

“We can no longer be friends or friends with benefits Adrian. I can no longer be anything to you.”

“Y/N..”

“I’m sorry..” You sniffled feeling a few tears slip down your face. “No no!”

“Adrian-”

“No this is bullshit! One day we’re fine and the next thing I know we’re not! Was this because I upset you? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything! I just don’t wanna be your friend anymore or your fuck buddy! I can’t do either anymore!”

Adrian stood quiet after your small outburst. “Fine.”

“That’s it?..” You asked him as he stood up.

“Yeah you don’t wanna be anything anymore right?”

You nodded as he smiled angrily, “Okay then we’re not gonna be anything to each other anymore since that is what you want Y/N.”

You flinched a bit as he raised his arms angrily. You had never been on the end of Adrian’s anger before. You never thought you’d be. It scared you.

“You know what I’m kinda glad we’re no longer gonna be in each others lives. I won’t have to deal with you anymore. Should give me other time to actually meet other people.”

Your heart broke in two.

He stormed off before stopping as he heard a small sob escape you. You completely broke down the second he exited the room. Adrian wanted to go back in to comfort you, but you said for him to leave. So he left.

A week had passed by and no one had heard one word from you. Adrian was growing worried. He had asked everyone you knew and Adebayo. You and her both talked to each other every once in a while.

She hadn’t heard from you either. Not one word since Adrian last spoke to you.

He sighed thinking about what he had said to you. Adrian knew he took it too far. He should’ve fought you harder on why.

You wouldn’t do something like this without a reason.

He was out on patrol thoughts about you. All he wanted was you. He knew he couldn’t have you, but he at least wanted to know you were okay.

Adrian glanced down at his keys realizing he still had your copy. He could use that as an excuse to go over.

Maybe talk to you. Find out why you did what you did? And maybe just maybe make up with you..

He made up his mind starting the drive to your place.

You laid in bed groaning a bit from the sun hitting your eyes. It was times like this you were grateful you worked from home.

It gave you the time you needed to try to move on, but you were starting to learn getting over Adrian was way harder than falling in love with him.

You sighed making yourself a cup of coffee. Groceries were running low you’d have to go out soon.

Adrian’s words had been playing on repeat in your head and it made you feel nervous to leave your house at all as of late.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. You ignored it grabbing your mug and walking back to your room. If it was important they’d call to leave a message.

Speaking of messages, you’d had quite a few from some friends. They were all asking about you and some had told you that Adrian was worried. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe them.

Adebayo had been the one who called the most you saw. Feeling a bit guilty you called her up deciding to get changed for the day.

“Hey Leota..”

“Y/N? Oh my god it’s been so long are you okay?!” You chuckled a bit under your breath nodding.

“Yeah I’m fine..I’ve just been busy as of late.”

“Too busy to return anyones phone calls.”

“Yeah I was..I should’ve reached out sooner sorry if I worried you-”

“No you’re okay I get it. You should call Adrian though he’s been practically calling anyone he thought was in contact with you.”

“That’s funny.”

Why did he care?

“Why is that funny? You’re one of his best friends.”

“Not anymore exactly..”

“Oh..did he do something? Or did you confess and he rejected you-”

“No no Adrian did nothing wrong and I didn’t confess to him. I just told him I couldn’t be his friend anymore Leota..”

“Wait why would you do that?”

“Because it’s for the best-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Y/N you’re in love with Adrian. We both know it and everyone who has ever met the two of you know it-”

“I gotta go.”

“Don’t try to run away from this conversation. Dude you’re being incredibly dumb right now-”

“No I’m not! Adrian said it himself he wouldn’t have to deal with my annoying self anymore and he could finally go meet new people!”

“Wait he said what?!”

“He needs more than me Leota..”

“Y/N..”

“I’m friendly and thoughtful and on the occasion I can get pretty but he needs more than me. I’m not enough for him. That is why we never moved past friendship. I couldn’t do it anymore. I can’t talk about this anymore great hearing from you bye.” You hung up not giving her the chance to reply.

“You don’t get to decide what I need?!” You jumped seeing Adrian in your door way.

“Adrian what are you doing here?!” He hauled you up roughly gripping you.

“You don’t get to tell me what I fucking need. Are you fucking kidding me? Is that why you pushed me away? Because you thought I needed more than you!? That I didn’t want you!!” Adrian grabbed your wrist tightly.

You whimpered a bit as he leaned in. He kissed you softly.Your eyes widened in shock.

He let your wrist go cradling your face to hold you tightly. You tried to pull away but were stopped by him.

“No.” He grunted out kissing you deeply. You trembled a bit feeling weak in the knees.

“Adrian..” You panted when he finally pulled away. He moved his kisses down to your neck.

“Wait!” He stopped staring at you angrily. Adrian was pissed.

“What is this all about-”

“You said I need more than you. You pushed me away because you stupidly think I need more than you. Y/N I need you. I want nothing but you. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, but I never acted on it thinking you didn’t like me!”

“What?...” You mumbled out in shock. Adrian nodded.

“I want and need you.”

“But you said you were glad I wasn’t going to be in your life anymore!” You grew teary eyed, “You said you didn’t wanna deal with me anymore! You wanted to meet new people-”

“I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry I hurt you. I was angry. I was so angry and hurt because I thought you no longer wanted me Y/N. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I never meant it..”

You sniffled as Adrian pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry for so much. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my feelings sooner. I’m sorry I hurt you. I am so fucking sorry.”

You cried into him letting him comfort you. Everything you had been holding onto finally all coming out. Adrian shushed you as you became a blubbering mess.

“I thought you hated me..I’m sorry Adrian. I wanted to tell you, but I was so scared! I love you! I’m sorry!” Any other day you’d reprimand yourself for allowing yourself to be this vulnerable, but this was Adrian.

You were always safe with Adrian.

He smiled finally happy to be seeing you and finally holding you like he always wanted. You pulled back after crying for a bit smiling as he wiped your face with his thumbs.

“So cute..” He mumbled out kissing you. You reciprocated instantly. He groaned pushing you down on your bed not once moving away from you.

“I love you too by the way..” He whispered against your mouth. You grinned moaning a bit as he kissed your cheeks and neck. He moved to your jaw nipping it gently.

You wrapped your legs around Adrian’s waist holding him against you. He kissed the valley of your breast licking the top of them before sucking small marks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful..” You sheepishly looked away as he raised your shirt up.

“Hey don’t get all bashful about it. Can I fuck you Y/N?” You nodded eagerly.

“I need words princess..”

“Please fuck me Adrian. Please.” He nodded grinding into you. You moaned panting as he dry humped you.

“I’m gonna take good care of you okay?” You whined when he stopped pulling back to help you up. Carefully Adrian undressed you before undressing himself. He got down on his knees spreading your legs apart.

Usually Adrian would take longer to build you up, but today he was desperate. He’d have all the time in the world now to take his time with you later.

You yelped a bit as he threw your leg over his shoulder immediately pulling your clit into your mouth. You gasped out in surprise reaching down to grip his hair. “Adrian! Wait!”

Adrian sucked fast moving his tongue inside of you. You trembled feeling your legs grow weak. Adrian had never eaten you out this fast or this violently.

“Fuck!” You cried out as he gripped your thigh tighter. “Adrian! I can’t! Wait slow down! FUCK!!” Wailing out, you thrusted against Adrian’s mouth as he slid his fingers inside keeping his tongue on your clit.

“Wanna make you feel good Y/N..” He mumbled against you flicking his tongue in various strokes against your clit.

“I’m close!” He grinned curling his fingers groaning a bit as you cried out feeling him hit a spot only he could ever find. You clenched around his fingers ready to cum.

“Gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!! Adrian!!” You screeched out releasing on his fingers crying out as your legs quivered. Adrian caught you when you began to collapse.

You panted as he stood up holding you closely. “Jump.” He ordered out smiling when you did it immedialtely.

“There we go...” He grinned kissing the side of your forehead. “You tasted so good Y/N.. I kinda wanna taste you again..”

You whimpered at his words. “I’m not going too though. My girl wants my cock now huh?”

“Yes please..” Adrian kissed you.

“You never have to beg Y/N..” He laid you down hurriedly removing his clothes. Adrian groaned as he crawled on top of you kissing your neck.

“Can I fuck you Y/N?”

“Yes please! Please Adrian! I wanna feel you inside me..”

“Fuck..I’m gonna fuck the girl I love. The girl who loves me.” You cried out as Adrian started pushing in.

He cried out gripping the headboard thrusting gently. “Adrian!”

He shushed you kissing you gently, “Let me take my time with you now...”

This was a way different than his usual roughness. He was being slow. It felt incredible. You panted gasping for air when Adrian thrusted a bit harder.

“Please speed up a bit..” You grabbed his face. He nodded setting a good pace. You whined when he bit your neck leaving a mark on your neck.

“Fuck! You’re so good Y/N! You feel so good!” Sweat dripped from his forehead as he gripped your hip thrusting deeply inside of you.

“More please Adrian!” You cried out. “I need more!!”

Adrian nodded pulling you to sit on his lap. He continued his shallow thrusts into you smiling when you kissed his face everywhere you could reach.

You gripped his back tightly scratching it leaving red streaks. “Feels so good..Adrian!” He began speeding up bouncing you in his lap.

“You wanna cum?” You nodded feeling tears brim your eyes.

“Please don’t leave after? I don’t wanna feel used again..”

Adrian nodded using one of his hands to slip between you both to rub your clit.

“Cum whenever you want..I’ll still be here after I promise.” You moaned at his words. Your orgasm approaching faster. Adrian smiled kissing you everywhere he could reach feeling his own orgasm rising.

“I’m still gonna be here sweetheart..I promise you..You can cum..please cum..” You moaned holding Adrian as close as you could.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum please! Please please please!!” He nodded bouncing you faster.

“Fuck!! Adrian I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!” Adrian groaned feeling you clench down on his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck!! You’re clenching me so fucking good! I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m-FUCK!!” Adrian wailed with you painting the inside of your walls with his cum.

You sobbed against his shoulder coming down from your high. Adrian clutched you tightly. “Are you okay Y/N?” You whimpered nodding.

“I came really hard please give me a minute?” He nodded quickly.

Once you could move again, Adrian moved you gently off of him moaning a bit as you practically clutched onto him.

You whimpered being set down on the bed. Adrian stood up grabbing his boxers on to go grab a rag to clean you up. You felt a bit of fear rise in your chest thinking he would leave.

He came back cleaning you up before helping you to the restroom. You grabbed his hand once he set you down back in bed.

“Please don’t go..” Adrian shook his head.

“No no no! I’m not gonna go anywhere. You need water. I was gonna get you a glass of cold water.”

“Promise?” Adrian felt his chest clench. He really should have never left before.

“I promise.” You let him go letting him run to your kitchen. He came back quickly helping you sit up and drink water.

You hummed in appreciation not realizing how thirsty you were. You sighed laying in bed jumping a bit in surprise as Adrian crawled in next to you pulling you close.

“I love you..You don’t get to tell me what I need okay?”

“Okay..I love you too Adrian..”

He grinned kissing you. “You sure you wanna be with me though..I caused you a lot of unnecessary problems. If I had said something sooner-”

“No we are both at faults. I should have said something. I should’ve fought harder when you tried to kick me out. I’m sorry for not realizing I hurt you. You..Y/N you are special to me..I don’t know what I would do without you and this week without you was fucking hell.”

You smiled a bit at him kissing his chest. “I need you Y/N. More than you know.”

“I won’t let you down Adrian..”

“You could never let me down. Do you still want me?”

“I want no one but you Adrian..Please don’t go..”

“I won’t never again..I promise..”

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ladytanithia · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday - so I guess we're supposed to tag our friends on these? Still a Tumblr noob, sorry! let's see... @skyrim-forever, @gwilin-stay-winnin, @thequeenofthewinter, @mareenavee, @dirty-bosmer - I'd like to tag Topsy but he's been awfully busy lately...

Out of the Ashes, ch. 27

“The Dragonborn returns victorious,” Geldis cried when she descended the stairs, and by the tone of his voice, Miranja could tell he was bursting with pride.

Playing dumb, she said, “I defeated Alduin last year, Geldis. You’re behind the times.” She took a seat at the barstool next to Teldryn and ordered a Cyrodiilic brandy.

“I’m talking about the war over there, me gell,” Geldis scolded with a grin. “Heard you took out that racist bastard who was keeping our people in squalor in Windhelm.”

Miranja’s chest tightened, and she turned accusingly to Teldryn. “You told him?”

Teldryn held up his hands in a warding gesture. “He already knew. He asked me about the firsthand details, and I filled him in, but he already knew the general story.”

Miranja turned back to Geldis questioningly.

“This one’s on the house,” he told her, not pushing the brandy toward her across the counter but lifting it before her like a toast. “Gjalund told us when he brought supplies last week. Of course, being a Nord, he wasn’t very happy about it, but at least he doesn’t blame you in particular, and I daresay he’ll get over it. Very little will change in his life, but our people over there have hope now, thanks to you.”

“Gjalund and I had a little talk on the ship after we left Windhelm,” Miranja acknowledged. “He knows how terrible I feel about it, and that I truly wish it could have been different. I think it’ll be okay.”

“You feel bad about killing the man who was holding the Dunmer and Argonians back?”

Miranja cringed a little under Geldis’ indignant look, but she held her ground. “He was still one of my mother’s people. He wanted Skyrim to be free of the Aldmeri Dominion and for people to be able to freely worship Talos, but he was holding the Empire responsible for the ban, even though it would have happened sooner or later. I understand where he was coming from, I just didn’t agree with how he was going about everything.

“It’s a long story, Geldis, and I’m tired. Suffice it to say that he is one of very few people I’ve killed whose names I’ve known. They were all trying to kill me first, of course, but Ulfric…” She stopped herself from finishing the sentence, not sure if Geldis – who was usually open-minded – would think less of her if he knew that she had been intimate with Ulfric once. Only once, but it was enough. She took a large mouthful of her brandy and swallowed it in one gulp, and it occurred to her that her twisted friend hadn't judged her for sleeping with Ondolemar; he'd helped her reenact it.

Geldis didn’t need the rest of the sentence; he made some other assumption about how she would have finished it, and he reached out and took her free hand in both of his. “Of course, you’re tired, luv. I know you used your best judgment. I’m sorry it was difficult for you.”

Teldryn had remained silent during this exchange, but when Geldis took her hands, he reached over and squeezed her thigh briefly, then left his hand on her knee, caressing her comfortingly. He’d definitely gotten better at the comfort thing during their trip.

“I’m just glad the war is finally over,” Miranja said after shuddering from the burn of the brandy. “But now…” She glanced back and forth between her friends, hating to make her admission even though she was quite close to both of them. “I’m not entirely sure I know myself anymore. I have a lot to think about, and decisions to make about who I want to be from now on.”

#skyrim #elder scrolls #miranja #fanfic #ao3 #dunmer #geldis sadri #teldryn sero #tanithia writes #wip wednesday

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nitr09-productions · 6 months

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I have been Up All Night feeling Some Sort Of Way, and I guess I want to talk about it.

Fell down a YouTube rabbithole and I'm feeling a lot of sadness and compassion for the current crop of young people. TW for discussion of mental health, chronic illness, and cringe culture below the cut.

Back when I had my last really bad anaemia episode at the start of this year, I was searching around on YouTube for videos related to dealing with anaemia, and just sort of stumbled on this thing called an "anaemia subliminal." It was a video from this whole strange genre of content where people seem to be trying to deliberately make themselves unwell... through a sort of hypnosis? I don't really know how to describe it, but it's a whole rabbithole of strangeness.

People in the comments were saying things like "I'm anaemic and it sucks, and it's kinda ableist to wish you had my chronic illness." While I definitely think that's true, it's also unkind and unhelpful to the kind of people who seek this content out.

Because I think I can see the place where the content comes from, and I'm feeling just... visceral compassion for them.

Like... the state of teen mental health care is just awful. It was when I was a teen, and it certainly still is now. Any symptoms of mental illness or cries for help are read as "attention seeking behavior" or "manipulation" by adults, as if the need to be cared for is some kind of shameful thing instead of one of the most fundamental needs of our species. I don't like to talk about it much, but between the ages of 13-16, the UK CAMHS service just... obliterated my self-esteem. The memory of being made to feel like my very real pain was just childish nonsense is still very raw and familliar, and I am acutely aware of when others are being put through the same thing.

Here's where I may be making a leap in logic: I think this "illness subliminal" content comes from a place of extreme invalidation. The teens who make/consume this content are in active mental anguish, but the adults in their lives just don't want to see it. They believe that if they could only make their pain visible in a more socially acceptable way; through actual physical illness; then they would finally recieve the care they need (Though as someone who has been chronically ill for quite a long time, I know it doesn't really work out that way, and people are most often just as unsympathetic).

While this feels quite transparent to me, nobody else seems to see it that way. I've seen these videos being made fun of in the same general "fake disorder cringe" hatesphere that a lot of young people's mental health stuff gets caught up in. It just feels awfully cruel to bully someone about any of that stuff. Yeah, it does suck to see the thing that rules so much of my life turned into a romanticised victorian fainting lady disease by TikTok teens, but I'm also capable of exercising some compassion into why someone might think that way because they must be hurting so much.

I don't know. It's not something I can even do anything about. As much as saying "it gets better" rings true to someone who has made it out the other side of a teenage depression battle, I can remember that it just feels patronising and corny when you're still going through it. Wish I could just beam thoughts of solidarity and kinship through the screen and make these people feel seen.

#mental health #cringe culture

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 1 year

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Noooooo, don't delete anything. Noooooo. *cries hot tears of desperation* Gaaaahhhhh.

I'll do anything. I'll come off anon, I'll write comments despite being awfully shy....Waaaaah.

Oh you’re sweet.

No I probably won’t delete them. I just really fucking hate some of my pre-Screwed work. Specifically Voicemail. I know other people don’t feel the same but I cringe every time I think of it 💀

#ask #anon

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 6 months

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sonelise for the ship bingo?

I had a feeling this one would come up.

HOT TAKE TIME.

...it's alright, in vein of Jessica/Roger Rabbit cartoon anthro logic. I mean, Sonic was originally was supposed to have a human girlfriend in character conception but was cut, see here:

To me, it's not really something you're really supposed to think that too deeply into, weird? Sure, but again cartoon logic applied to a talking blue hedgehog that is was stated to still be 15 even after all these chunks of games and Forces had a six month timeskip yet he was still 15 until ages were only recently entirely scrapped. So it's good to say not looking into that aspect much further than that. I mean, sure I heavily moreso enjoy ships with Sonic being with other "mobian" (if you still want to call them that) cast mates but like I wouldn't really go all throwing the fandom bible at you if the ship includes a human character that's at least in the same age range as the mobian one (another good example being Rouge/Topaz)

Now, with all that said and applying to Sonic and Elise let me break down why the ship does work more than on just base level and one issue I that I do have with it.

Sonic 06 was a very ambitious game, it failed a lot of shit but one thing I'll always give it credit for is that it tried even if it made the plot an absolute fucking mess. However, Sonic and Elise's story though wasn't really... executed the best. They obviously wanted to do so much with it and in the scenes with them you can see them trying to - to very cringe success - but again you can see the potential and what they were trying to go for.

Sonic is a free spirit, runs around doing as he pleases and fights for what he thinks is right.

Elise is insecure, sheltered, carrying so much on her shoulders and having to emotionally repress fucking everything because if she even cries she'll bring hell upon the world. Just imagine how much that would fuck with you, and she had to this for YEARS.

But then the two meet, Elise gets kidnapped like 18 times, Sonic has to save her in those fucking awfully carry missions and the cycle repeats over and over. But it's during these the two get to talk, learn about one another, talk to each other where Sonic starts encouraging her more to be herself, that emotions are okay - having no idea about the curse - and peps her up, becomes like her personal hype man or something. And it's nice, really nice. You see there's some kind of dynamic there that could've been built more upon if the game didn't fucking repeat the same shit over and over, just like with a lot if things with 06 and it hurts we'll never get that.

Now I did mention there was something about the ship I didn't like, and I guess it's not really got to do with the ship but the moment.

You know the one.

The kiss itself wasn't the problem. When it happened was.

Sonic was a fucking corpse, a non consenting, cold, pre rigor mortis starting to kick in at moment. DEAD. And I know a lot of people bring up comparing it to Snow White but like... that shit isn't okay either? I've never been okay with Snow White. Kissing fucking corpses? "But Moosh! The cartoon logic you mentioned!" I wouldn't exactly fucking compare the goofy ha-ha blue rat dating Marylin Monroe parody to nerco shit in a moment the game WANTS me to take seriously but whatever that's just me.

But even with all that aside, it just... take away any impact? Don't you think the moment could've been 100x more successfully serious if instead of a kiss bringing him back to life it was Elise's magic tears instead? The exact thing she's been forced to repress for so long? THAT would make more sense and wrap around the narrative more nicely.

And hey! You don't have to get rid of the kiss entirely! How about instead right before Elise is about to blow out the flame and reset everything they kiss right before that moment instead? Right before they completely erase ever even meeting each other? Wouldn't that invoke more feels? Sure people will still cringe at furry nonsense but like, narratively? I think it would've been a much better way of approaching it without completely ignoring that it happens entirely.

I need a more of a "It's complicated." Square on this, it's not that I'm complicated there's just too many moving parts that goes along with it.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic 06 #princess elise #sonelise #moosh shares his dumb opinions #i put the subtlest snapcube reference in this btw #non request related

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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You're cold!

Pair: Chamber/GN! Reader

Type: Drabble - 558 words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: As it turns out, Chamber's hands can be a bit cold to the touch sometimes. And he absolutely is a little bastard about it.

TW: None

A/N: Just a little more Chamber fluff before I release my Cypher fic! It's taking a little more time than I thought it would, so my apologies. Here's something to hopefully fill the void. <3

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With weary eyes squeezing shut from your untimely awakening, you groan a little before twisting yourself to change sleeping sides. It was still awfully early, and sleep was already tugging you back from your abrupt consciousness. Sighing, you realise your arms are rather empty and your sleepy self starts searching for a certain someone under the blankets. Your hands find a face, which shifted with a crinkle of the nose and mouth from the accidental smack, before finding a shoulder and a side- with which you automatically start to wrap yourself around the whole, sleeping Frenchman with a content sigh. Or at least, what you could reach.

You hear a hum above you, softly shushing you, as you feel a hand gently tuck you into his chin. The hand moves up from your back, stroking your sleep-ruffled hair in a soothing manner as another snakes its way under the arm you slung lazily across his side. All was still once more... You remain blissfully unaware of the incoming doom before-

You feel a positively freezing hand creep up your shirt.

"ACK! C-Cold!" your own yelp shocking yourself awake, almost immediately writhing, trying to get away from the sudden cold seeping into your sides. You hear some laughter at your expense as you squirmed to no avail, the offending hand continuing to pat your sides. One of Chamber's legs had trapped your own against him, whilst his free arm held you steady. You were effectively pinned.

...

Then he pressed his whole, terribly icy palm against the small of your back, effectively making you squeak,

"Noo, you're so coold!" you whined as your back jerked under the contact, cringing as you pushing your head against his chest in a fruitless attempt to get him away, "What did I do to deserve this?" You cried in mock hurt, feeling your cruel lover's chest shake with his snickering,

"Mmh, maybe if you didn't so heartlessly slap me awake, I wouldn't be doing this right now, mon amour," Chamber smiled cheekily against your hair, amused despite the current time of night,

"It was an accident, 'm sorry!" You managed to get out, hearing him hum as he contemplated your answer, before sighing in relief as he finally removed his damn hand from your shaky, shivery form. He rubbed your back, thankfully on top of your shirt, before pulling the covers higher from where they'd been pulled down by your antics, "You should start wearing gloves to bed..." you grumbled, pulling back a slight to playfully glare at him,

"Désolé, I couldn't help myself," was all he could offer, between light laughter, with that goofy smile of his- the type that crinkled the sides of his mirthful, brown eyes. You could already feel yourself melt, and Vincent knew damn well how much that warm, adorable smile of his worked. You sigh, letting your head hit the pillow, a smile creeping on your lips too,

"I'll forgive you for a kiss," you grinned as you watched his smile grow. He grasped your chin between his fingers, before tilting it up, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. Before you had the chance to complain, he pressed another to your nose and cheeks- the light touches making you both laugh giddily. Then, as you both calmed, your lips finally met,

"Bonne nuit, mon trésor."

#valorant #valorant chamber #valorant x reader #chamber x reader #reader insert #x male reader #x ftm reader #x trans male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x m reader

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swallowtailcherry · 2 years

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My Raven~

Hades x Fem!Goddess!Reader

1. I did say I was writing smth about him, so this is it!

2. Hades will possibly be ooc for this, but I'll try to keep his canon personality in this as much as I can

3. Reader has an appearance similar to Princess Zelda (Not kny this time yay-)

4. At first I was hesitant since I kinda stopped writing adult content, but I decided to write them once in a while when I feel like it

P.s: I was cringing while writing this ._.

Warning/s: 18+, roughness, bed breaking (he's a God)

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The sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans of pleasure and the creaks from the bed filled the room. There were clothes, torn to shreds scattered all over the floor, the sheets slowly getting wrinkled from the grip of a young goddess.

"Remember why we're here, my raven?" Hades licked the shell of your ear, his breath hitting your neck when he lowered it down. You opened one of your eyes, trying to spill out your answer but failed. The God smirked down, his hands harshly grabbing your wrists and pulled them up above your head.

"You got awfully close with that boastful idiot." Each thrust went deep with each word, hitting your womb each time. You curled your fingers in, gasping out in sync with his thrusting.

"He- ah! meant nothing!" You cried out, your throat gradually getting sore from the near constant moans escaping your mouth. His hips bucked forward with more force at your words.

"I don't believe those words. Care to repeat that?" He hissed out, his hand holding your chin. His eye pierced your soul, his lips curling into a smirk. You were shaking from his harsh thrusts. You could barely make any words from the pleasure flowing through your body.

"Ah, I see. Too much for you to handle, love?" His smirk grew wider seeing you squirm under him. You wanted to deny it, but he was right. Your body couldn't handle anymore of his relentless bucking. He had kept thrusting into you for hours on end.

"Ahh- um-" You tried to sit up, but Hades pushed you back down, this time his hands on both sides of your head. You breath grew shaky, your mind going blank when Hades suddenly bucked his hips again, this time with low grunts coming from him.

"Go faster..." Your words were barely audible over his hips slapping against your thighs, but he somehow heard you.

"Couldn't hear you." Hades grunted, his fingers gripping the sheets. Your walls felt too good around his length that he couldn't stop.

"Faster! Please!" You yelled out, feeling frustrated at the decreasing speed of his hips. Hades raised his eyebrow, chuckling at your sudden repetition of your request. He happily obliged, his hips speeding up more than before. Your eyes shot open, your hands quickly grabbing his shoulders. Hades started to groan close to your ear, feeling his lower region tighten.

"Fuck. I'm close-" The god feels his seed spilling out into your womb. You let out a loud and raspy moan, his load filling up until you couldn't take anymore. Hades stared into your (E/c) eyes, breathing slowly to calm down. He moved his hand to caress your face lovingly.

"So beautiful. My Nightingale." He pressed his lips against your own, removing some of your (h/c) strands from your face. Pulling away slowly, he took in all the features he came to adore.

"As you are, my Lord." You sighed out, cupping his cheek. Hades moved from you, giving you enough space to sit up from laying down for so long. You watched your beloved cleaning himself up after that intense session.

So this is what he's like when he's jealous...

#ror hades #hades x reader #snv hades #ror x reader #snv x reader #honestly I got distracted in the process of writing this #but I managed to get through :)#I think this sucks

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dreams-of-yunho · 3 years

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summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

#ateez yunho #ateez x reader #ateez smut #kpop smut #kpop fic #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fluff #ateez senarios #kpop senarios #kpop imagines #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader smut

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genshin-impact-writings · 3 years

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Hello barista! May i have a Medium Moccachino with almond syrup and sugar sprinkles

(Kaeya comforting reader after a bad nightmare)

Hey there, dear! Thank you for your request, I really enjoyed writing for Kaeya again and you chose a great combination of prompts. So, without further ado, here's your drink: a medium moccachino with almond syrup and some sugar sprinkles on top. Please enjoy! <3 (Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: hurt/comfort, Character A comforting character B after a nightmare, “I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart.” + “Shh. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

I’m with you – Kaeya x gn!reader (hurt/comfort)

Kaeya wasn’t sure what had woken him up in the middle of the night. Maybe it was the sound of the rain pouring down outside or the distant chatter of the Knights patrolling the streets but, in the end, it didn’t matter anyway. It was still dark outside and you were sound asleep next to him, so Kaeya shifted closer to you to drape his arm over your waist and closed his eyes again. If he was lucky, he’d get a few more hours of sleep, and if not… well, in that case he could at least enjoy the time he got to spend with you, maybe waking you up with a few kisses before your alarm went off.

A soft smile flashed over his face. Yeah, he definitely liked that idea.

It was only then when he realized that you didn’t sleep as peacefully as he had initially thought. Incoherent mumbles escaped your slightly parted lips and your brows were furrowed, almost as if you were in pain. The next moment, your hand shot up, your fingers curling around his wrist in a tight grip. “No, please,” he heard you mutter, and the sorrowful tone of your voice was enough to show him that your dreams weren’t pleasant at all. You sounded absolutely heartbroken. “Kaeya,” you continued, so quietly that he almost didn’t catch it. “Don’t leave me, please.”

His heart dropped. You were dreaming about him – leaving you? Just the thought was ridiculous to him; you had no reason to believe this, and yet, here you were, begging him not to go, even though he was right there beside you, holding you in his arms, just like he did every night when he wasn’t on duty or had to work overtime.

“(Y/N),” Kaeya whispered, carefully freeing his arm from your grasp to brush his fingertips over your cheek. “I’m here, dearie,” he reassured you softly, although you probably couldn’t hear him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He had expected you to calm down under his touch but your sleep was getting even more fitfully, to a point where you started to toss and turn as if you were experiencing the worst nightmare you ever had.

Carefully, Kaeya shook you by your shoulder after switching on the bedside light. At this point, he was convinced that it was better to wake you up and comfort you instead of watching you suffer through a nightmare that made no sense, at least to him. Why would he leave you? You were the love of his life, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his days with, and he would be more than an absolute moron if he’d ever throw that away.

He uttered your name again, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “Please, wake up. Everything’s alright, love, I’m here with you.”

When you finally stirred awake under his touch, Kaeya felt like an eternity had passed but in reality, it couldn’t be more than ten minutes. You were a bit disorientated at first, your eyes heavy with sleep as you looked up at him.

“Kaeya?” you mumbled tiredly, your voice so quiet that he could barely hear it. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, my dear. It’s me.”

You didn’t return his smile. Instead, you kept staring at him, an expression of utter disbelief on your face. “You’re here.”

Once again, Kaeya wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him in one swift movement. Your head was now resting against his chest while he rubbed comforting circles on your back. “Of course I am,” he replied softly and kissed the top of your head. “Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, slowly melting into his embrace. Kaeya always had this effect on you. He made you feel safe and loved, no matter what had happened, and he was always there for you when you needed him. You had no idea how you would live without him; he was like a guiding light in the darkest night, shining just for you. Sometimes, you even felt like he was too good to be true. And – an even scarier thought – that he was too good for you.

It wasn’t that you constantly worried about these things, no. You knew that you weren’t his first love, and that was fine, but sometimes you couldn’t help but doubt that you were really the right one for him. And while you could keep these thoughts at bay pretty easily throughout the day, your subconsciousness didn’t let you forget them at night. Most of the time, you just slept badly then but occasionally, you suffered from nightmares about Kaeya leaving you – just like today.

Suddenly, there were tears in your eyes, even though you knew that Kaeya was right beside you. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that made you lose control or the fact that your dreams always seemed so awfully real but in this moment, you just couldn’t help it. In a matter of seconds, your emotions had overwhelmed you, and you were quietly sobbing into his chest.

“Oh, my dear (Y/N),” Kaeya whispered, his fingers trailing to the back of your neck to caress the soft skin there. “What’s wrong, hm?”

You didn’t reply; instead, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, as if you wanted to make sure that he’d stay here with you. He cradled you while you cried, whispering soothing words. “Shh. Don’t cry,” he mumbled and pressed another kiss to your head. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” you choked out in between sobs. “It’s – it’s late. We should – sleep.”

The grip of his arms around you tightened. “Don’t apologize,” he replied quietly. “It’s okay to cry.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your tears leaving a warm, wet trail on his skin as he held you close, patiently waiting for you to calm down.

When your tears finally dried up, he gently tilted your head up and brushed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated. How would he react if you told him that you were insecure about your relationship sometimes? You didn’t want to hurt his feelings but on the other hand, you felt like you owed him an explanation after he had comforted you for what had seemed like an eternity.

“It’s stupid, really,” you replied eventually. Kaeya chuckled quietly but you knew him well enough to realize that he wasn’t trying to make fun of you or your emotions. “Dearie, if it makes you cry like that in the middle of the night it’s most definitely not stupid. Talk to me, please. Maybe I can help.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m… I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart.”

There, you said it. And while a part of you already regretted your honesty, you couldn’t deny that you also felt relieved at the same time.

“Kaeya?” you whispered when he remained silent even after a few minutes had passed. “I’m sorry. I told you it’s stupid.”

He cleared his throat but even then, his voice sounded a bit breathy when he finally replied, “You really have nightmares about me leaving you?”

“I know,” you said, your face heating up in embarrassment. “It’s pathetic. Don’t bother your head about it, please.”

“But how could I not? Have I done anything that makes you think that I don’t want to be with you?”

You cringed at his words. Now that he put it like that your concerns seemed even dumber, at least to you. “No,” you said and sighed. “It’s just – I don’t know, I can’t explain it. I guess I’m just afraid that you’ll find someone better than me one day and realize that I’m not what you want or need.”

“There’s no one out there who’s better than you, love. And you are exactly what I want,” Kaeya reassured you, the tone of his voice so earnest that it made a smile flash over your face, “I love you, (Y/N). And nothing is ever going to change that. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, although you were sure that your doubts would never go away completely. But you trusted Kaeya. Even the worst nightmare couldn’t change that. And with that thought in mind, you snuggled up to him, indulging in the warmth of his body and the safety of his embrace as you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep again.

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godwrecks · 3 years

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um.. can i req for kuroo just being so mean to his girlfriend with a huge size kink on top? i just love the idea of him deliberately being mean bcs he likes seeing his baby cry for him then immediately change to a loving bf after that 🙈

Mean Dom! Kuroo - Too Dumb

word count: 1.7k

tags: dacryphilia; heavy degradation; daddy kink; dom! kuroo; mean kuroo tbh; size kink; throat fucking; some aftercare (?).

Always in a world of incessant business and black suits, you should have guessed Kuroo would need release somewhere else. Yet out of all things he could enjoy, out of everything that could be his if he just wished it to be, you turned out to be the subject of his adoration. He absolutely worshipped you - showered you with gifts and praise so much so that you would never doubt yourself or his love for you. And considering the way his eyes shone with tenderness whenever you were around, you never did. Not usually, at least.

But right now, when he was so deep inside you yet his face branded utter boredom, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. You had struggled against his almost suffocating embrace, writhing like a prey facing death, when he ripped your panties aside and aligned himself along your folds. There had been a few protests, yet his dark gaze was enough to silence you.

“Tetsu,” you cried out, clinging onto his shoulders for leverage when he finally directed his eyes towards you.

“You fucking done yet, princess? You’ve had me waiting here for a while now,” Kuroo grunted, lowering himself down to his elbows and pushing a hand down against your abdomen. He was well aware of how much bigger he was in comparison to you. “Been inside you so many times, baby, and you still need fucking time to adjust?” He chuckled cruelly, his mocks only making your walls tighten around him. It wasn’t your fault - you wailed it wasn’t. Taking his long, girthy cock now was no easier now than it was before. No matter how many times you did it, he always managed to stretch you out until he made you his, turning the disastrous burn into pure ecstacy. Each and every time.

“I- I’m okay now, ‘s just too big…” Your whisper was borderline inaudible as he began thrusting inside you, setting a merciless pace that knocked the air off your lungs every time he bottomed out.

“You sound like a dumb whore the way you’re talking. Daddy’s cock, is that what you meant?” To your terror, he sat up on his knees, lifting up your thighs against you to gain more speed. Your back arched with moans as he rammed into you harshly, forcing you to take his full length with every buckle of his hips. “Fucking answer me, are you that hopeless of a case?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I meant. Daddy’s-” Cut off by a scream, your sentence got lost in a sea of heavy breaths. The low growls he emitted by your ear, coupled with the twitching and swelling of his cock inside you was nauseating. Sickeningly perverted.

Wrapping a large hand around your throat, you gasped for air while Kuroo gazed down at you with a sinister smile, zeroing in on the tears welling up. The bruising force of his hips clashing against yours was enough for you to hold his wrist in a desperate plea, begging for a breath of air as he kept tightening his hold.

“T-testu!” The raw panic ringing in his ears instantly tore his hands away from your neck, but the lifted corners of his mouth were unmovable as he pulled out all the way, just to slowly sink in back to you.

Your back pathetically arched into his touch, clit rubbing just right against the smooth skin of his defined abdomen. The way he looked down at you as if you were nothing but a used toy he’d throw away soon had your hand pushing against his chest, attempting to slow the reckless grinding of his hips.

“What now?” His eyes were so cold, only letting the slightly feral tone underneath the ice flicker through.

“Slow down, please, it hurts.” Contradicting your plea, you let it out a shameful moan when his thumb began circling the swollen bud. Oh, it was so clear he enjoyed watching you unravel under him, as if you were a little porcelain doll - the favorite in his collection.

“Princess, I don’t think I ever stated you have a fucking say,” he rolled his eyes, and the carelessness with which he threw you around in the bed - bringing you up to your knees on the edge of the bed while he stood - left an unfamiliar distaste reverberating through your system.

With another hand gripping your shoulder to keep you in place, he pried your mouth open slowly, savoring the crimson of your lips. His digits sensually pushed against your tongue, to which you responded by swirling your tongue around them. The hand previously restraining you lowered down to his cock, where he began pumping his fist up and down. Precum quickly began pooling from his tip and without realizing, your tongue had surely stuck out, ready for him to use your mouth.

At least that’s what you thought, but the moment he fisted your hair and forced you down his length, you knew it would be too much. You tried to relax your mouth, but his cock twitching inside your mouth made you choke even more. You couldn’t breathe, you only ogled up at him with tears that threatened to fall at any moment, hoping maybe he’d have some mercy. “You said you'd take it so why are you struggling, huh? Do you not want to?” He finally let go of you, and as much as you tried to compensate for the air your lungs were begging for, it was hard to even relish in the emptiness again when he sounded so damn disappointed.

“No! It’s not that, daddy, I just can’t fit you inside my mouth, it hurts,” you uttered the words as your arms wrapped around his legs, bringing him closer until his length was raised taut against your cheek.

“So everything hurts now for you,” the laugh that echoed off was strange, condemning. His cringe at the sight made your heart tremble. “I’m taking the time to train your useless little throat and this is how you behave? You should be fucking thankful, or would you rather I use my secretary’s?” You tried to listen for any sign of hesitance or teasing in his tone, but it was cold steel you heard. Shaking your head swiftly, your bottom lip quivered as his tip set against your mouth once again.

“So then why, baby? Why are you acting like such a stupid slut, as if you haven’t learned anything?” Using your throat as nothing more than a cock sleeve, he thrusted into your mouth continuously, ignoring all signs of your struggle. “You’re too dumb to remember, is that it? Maybe it’s time I throw you away and find someone new to play with.” Those were the words you lost it at, when the tears began cascading down your cheeks. Even as you sobbed, even as the oxygen barely managed to reach your blood and dizzied you, you kept him inside your mouth. Wishing - clinging to the hope that you could satisfy him again like you used to. But just as your spotted vision started going black, you were suddenly pulled up into his embrace, his arms holding you tightly against him. No, not like the claustrophobic hold he had on you earlier, but with that warm strength you were always met with when you needed it.

“I got you, pretty girl. C’mon, look at me,” Kuroo’s words were once again dripping with honey, his index finger lifting up your chin so your teary eyes could lock with his. “So fucking pretty when you cry, you know that right? Know how much I love you?” His charming smile was like a lullaby, easily dissipating every concern you had.

“Keep crying for me, angel, yeah? Wanna see those pretty tears when I make you cum.” Those words were the last you registered before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, easily slipping inside you with how much you had been dripping onto the sheets.

Though you hadn’t come before, every thrust was worse than the previous. You were so sensitive you could feel absolutely everything - every vein and pulsing of his cock, every place where you clamped down on him, every brush of your hardened nipples against his firm chest.

“Tetsu, it feels so good! Feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you sobbed on his shoulder, bouncing on his lap each time he plunged into you.

“Go on, princess. Cum with me, make daddy proud.”

With a kiss to your dampened cheek, his rhythm increased enough to send you both into your high. For a moment, you felt awfully aware of your surroundings, your heavy pants and the lewd sound of naked skin slapping against another. It was like the calm before a storm, right when your orgasm rushed in and cascaded over you, milking every last drop of the creamy liquid from Kuroo without even noticing.

You still trembled weakly from the pleasure when you felt Kuroo’s fingers draw circles on your stomach. It was then, when you looked down, that you discovered you were trying to keep in every bit of his seed inside you, unwilling to let any pour outside.

“Look at that bulge, too full with my cum, huh? You always do so fucking good for me,” Kuroo grunted with a smirk, the sweat on his forehead glistening with every labored breath.

“I love you,” you looked at him with furrowed brows and a pout, still unable to shake away the words from before.

He smiled briefly, wiping away the tears before cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer. “I love you so fucking much. Never forget that, okay? No matter what I say when I’m like that, you’re the only one for me. Only girl I wanna spend my life with, and only girl I want to absolutely fucking ruin every night.” His lips ghosted above yours with the whisper, merely brushing against yours with every spoken word. “Got that?” A brow lifted up with the question, seeking for the confirmation he needed to hear.

“Got that,” you smiled, taking the reins and lunging forward for a kiss.

my dumbass literally forgot abt the size kink?? i’m so sorry, i tried to go back & include it but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. thank u for the request!

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dnsbarbie · 3 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬┃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

chapter one

warnings: cursing, mentions of death, season 4/manga spoilers ??? (that’s about it, think!)

word count: 2,705

notes: this is the first installment of wistful irises !!! i guess it would be a slow-burn fic that would contain 5 or more chapters. i wrote this to cope with the tragedy of AOT manga chapter 138 — that’s just fucked up tbh. please give this one a like/reblog/feedback so i know whether or not you liked it !!

NEXT CHAPTER: H E R E

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

It was quiet — so eerily quiet, a hand came up to soothe her ears bitten by the cold wind. Devon’s palm felt at the rough rubbles on the surface of which she was sat on. Everything she laid eyes on tugged at her heart, scanning at her surroundings as if she looked one more time, her vision would change.

Alas, she gazed upon the damaged cities from her place atop Wall Rose, with no success. Devon threw her head back, opting to find comfort at the stars that laid peacefully on the sky.

“They’re dead.” She asserted, nearly winced at the wave of overwhelming devastation rushing at her heart.

However, she was unsure who or what she was alluding to. Was it the people of Paradis? Those she lost? Or even — the stars?

Nothing was clear, at the moment. Only hurt and confusion clouded her devices. She found her palms closing in on the small rubbles she had caught, clutching them tightly in her fist.

It had been four years since everything went into a complete spiral. Perhaps it was for her alone, considering a massive part of her died along with the hundreds of comrades who sacrificed themselves for the sake of the truth.

She remembered the day they found out about the life that existed beyond these walls. The walls she had known all her life, was quite literally, made to imprison its people. It was unclear whether she was angry or sad that there was a whole world out there that hated their existence so much that they’d created monsters to attack them.

“It’s late, Devon.”

She recognized that sweet-tuned voice instantly but didn’t turn to look his way as she spoke. “It’s awfully cold, too.” Her voice came in a whisper.

Her new companions footsteps grew closer, making her glance to her right. “Are you here to wallow in despair with me, Armin?”

The blonde simply sat down beside his friend, looking ahead the dark path. “No,” He answered. “I was just looking for you.”

The silence returned after that. Chilly air wafting at the night, Devon laid her hands on her lap, inspecting how they’ve gotten small cuts from the sharp stone she had held. Her ears felt blocked as her hands began to tremble. She clenched her teeth in the hopes to ebb away her impending emotions. She exhaled a shattered breath, pressing her hands against the skin of her face.

Armin’s hand that intended to ease Devon’s cries, seem to have worsen them the moment it touched her. However, he continued on, rubbing small circles at the column of her back.

“I — “ Devon started, her voice failing her as another ripple of pain pounded at her chest.

An encouraging hand reached up against her own, gently coaxing her into a state of solace, just enough for her to be able to convey her emotions.

With a breath, Devon began once more. “I thought we’ll be close to peace, once we discovered what was in that goddamn basement,” She laughed, lacking humor. The back of her palm wiping at the tears that had fallen on her cheeks. “But — it was just another door to one more disaster.”

“That’s true,” Armin agreed, but still mulled over her words. “It is a big step from freedom, though.”

She gritted her teeth, baring the headache that came with it. There was a part of her that knew it was the exact idea Armin had in mind. Regardless of her understanding, she couldn’t help but feel a whistle of displeasure crawling against her lips.

With a swing of her head, she finally flashed her attention to Armin. Devon gave him a once-over, noticing how his once shoulder-length hair, had been cut shorter, lips curled into a frown, dragging down a creases on his forehead. The main thing that always saddened Devon was the look in his eyes.

Armin was the last person Devon thought she’d see with those haunting wisp. He was the last shred of hope she had in this world, even before everything came tumbling down, Devon saw Armin as a beacon, that she could run to whenever it all became horrifyingly dark— staring at him now, Devon felt extremely helpless, loneliness grasping at her throat, catching herself reaching for Armin’s hand that was placed on her back, snatching it on her own.

“We’ve lost so much,” She mumbled, compressing her grip on his hand. “I can’t afford to lose anything anymore— Armin—”

“You won’t—”

“— If we go tomorrow, I will—”

“Devon—”

“No— we’re going into a lion’s den! Every single person in that goddamn land wants us dead!” She stressed, leaning in closer to Arnim as if it’s bound to improve his comprehension.

Armin halted, observing the panic flood in Devon’s sunken eyes. The usual brilliance of its green hue had faded over time. In it’s place were tired, dull irises staring back at him.

He swallowed the lump building up his throat, nodding in understanding. “I know— but we have to bring him home, Devon.”

With a quick dark chuckle, Devon faced the sky, leaning her head back. “I don’t even know if I want to see him,”

Huffing out a breath Armin was holding, he abruptly got on his feet, pulling his hands from Devon’s freezing ones.

The latter flashed him a confused glance, awaiting his next move. She watched as Armin shook off his Survey Corps jacket, soon hanging it on her shoulders.

Maybe it was the topic of discussion that made them neglect the air that had been a lot chillier than before. Devon felt warmth seeping back into her skin as she hugged the material tighter against her body.

“You don’t seem to have a choice for the matter,” Armin muttered, gazing down at her. “Whether or not you’re in good terms with him, Eren still belong with us.”

Devon grimaced, as if Armin had said something completely ridiculous— in her eyes, it was.

She recalled that painful night, about three months ago. The night Eren decided to sneak out and leave Paradis. He had been babbling about it for weeks prior to his escape. Devon made the mistake of thinking it was all that— mindless babbling.

She was wrong, of course. Eren had actually planned everything. He was going to see through his stupid plan.

“Are being fucking serious right now?” Devon hissed, distressed eyes were scanning Eren’s face, hoping this was some sick prank he’d gotten everyone in.

Eren cringed at the volume of her voice, hands putting up immediately to cup her mouth. “Devon— Please— Listen, yeah?”

His pleas were met by deaf ears, as Devon slapped his plams away from his mouth, glaring at him with the outmost disbelief.

“You’re being stupid,” She scoffed. “This is stupid— Eren— You want to go there?” Her furrowed eyebrows deepened the more she thought about it.

Eren bit his lip, nodding slowly, standing rigid in front of her, frozen at the fire in her eyes. He examined her, sitting on her bed, contemplating the information he threw at her face.

The light of the single candle in the room, illuminated the left side of her face as she turned to him again. “What ever you think is going to fix this, it’ll only call for another war—”

“That’s nothing new.”

“You selfish—” She had lunged at him, limbs acting before her brain. “—little brat—!” An echo deafening resounded in the small enclosed space, rearing on the silence it followed. Devon’s palm stung, eyes raging and barely seeing anything beyond her seething anger.

Before she had the mind to process anything, her head banged against a solid surface, a groan leaving her lips from the impact.

Everything was fuzzy, scarcely making out anything at sight. Only cloudy images filled her vision, almost not feeling the bruising grip pressing her down by the wrists.

The searing breath near her ear, felt uncomfortably cold, a pair of lips grazing at the tip, making her shudder.

“For your own protection— all of you— remember that . . .”

The words echoed, but she could barely hear the last ones, as her breath turned calmer, the last thing she saw were those turquoise orbs, looking back at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite read.

Devon shook herself out of the memory. There was more to it, she knew that — but she couldn’t seem to remember. When she tries, a huge headache always came crashing down on her. A sick wave slapped her as she thought about the dreadful possibility of Eren, messing with her memories.

She hated the big gapping wall in her mind. It was always incomplete, left her nothing but empty guesses about what else he could have said to her that night before he left her hanging with a missing piece in her heart.

He left them — and just like that, he gets to come home in the most unnecessarily brutal way possible. Eren was asking for a bloodbath, and unfortunately, that was what most likely going to happen tomorrow.

“He’s going to get us killed.” She muttered, voice thinning at the thought of her fallen comrades — endless blood — fire — explosions — “We’ll be lucky if we all make it out in one piece.”

This time, Armin didn’t contract her declaration, having her look down. He was frighteningly aware of the fact that any of them could die at any given moment. It brought him peril at how Devon had smacked him in the face with the reality he was trying to avoid. A part of him wanted to believe it was all going to go smoothly, but the logical part of him had mulled over the dreadful alternative for a long time now.

He sympathized with the hostile feelings Devon had grown for Eren. Perhaps it was due to the puzzling relationship they possessed. If he was to base it on his observations alone, it was painfully obvious that they cared deeply for one another but never had the time or courage to say it.

No one has ever pried about their relationship, since they both dismissed it as nonsense. It was perplexing yet as clear as day what they had for each other.

They would always be found bicker when they were younger, Devon calling Eren an ugly airhead then Eren shooting back that they were the same. Back then, it was true. They were kids who thought they could do everything themselves. Armin could say, Devon grew out of that attitude as time passed by when he got to know Devon a little better.

After the battle with Zeke, Reiner and Bertholdt, the amount of trauma everyone endured was terrible. The bloody aftermath of Paradis was engraved into their minds, never fading until their last breath.

The guilt ate at Armin when he found out how he came to be alive. He often wondered why it was him. Why did Captain Levi give him the chance to live over Commander Erwin.

On the other hand, remorse gripped at Devon’s throat at the unintentional betrayal that crossed her mind that day. She found herself opening her mouth before she could hide it away.

“I was so desperate for peace . . .” She whispered, yanking down Armin by his hands, his behind slamming against the hard concrete as he was forced to sit down in front of her. “That I . . . For a long time — I believed that only Erwin could lead us there —”

“It’s alright — “

“It isn’t — it was meant to make me happy, for goodness sake — you came back from the dead after I stood there and watch you get burned alive . . .” She failed to realize she was crying until she felt droplets of her tears falling on her hands, intertwined with Armin’s.

Looking away, she continued, Armin watching her carefully. “Mikasa and Eren were desperately convincing Captain Levi to resurrect you — while I stared at both yours and Commander Erwin’s body , absolutely loathing the choice that had to be made.”

Devon could no longer hold in her heavy sobs, as it broke through her completely. “I get why you thought that, and you weren’t selfish for doing it, were you?” She listened to Armin’s reassuring voice. “You thought Erwin should’ve had it because you believed people would follow him and would avoid getting hurt — “

“ — you’d be able to do that too, though . . .” Devon countered, sniffling as she glanced back at Armin’s oceanic orbs. “I was just blinded by fear to think straight back then.”

Armin smiled at Devon in a silent gratitude. “I thought about everything you did, too, and maybe you’re right, maybe I’m too blinded by my own fears to face another life that was given to me — but I promised Captain Levi and Commander Hanji I’ll do everything it takes to bring us the peace we’ve been seeking out for years.”

Devon winced at the sudden touch on her head, chestnut locks swishing from one side after the other as Armin ruffled her hair.

“Regretting could only get you so far,” Armin stated, a small smile gracing his face. “What’s important is what you decide to do about it.”

Warmth flooded at Devon’s core, nearly bursting into tears at Armin’s comforting words. Her mind went back to Eren, his circumstances and living conditions on that island were mostly unknown. But seeing as he had the facilities to send a letter, hints that it must be at the least safe.

She started to fly over the scattered thoughts inside her head, mulling over how mentally drained she has been, yet the noise and dull of her heart seem to only worsen. The countless times she had to convince herself of the good things left in the world to bask the gift of life, but lately, she found herself sitting by the windowsill of her room. Eyes always glancing up the sky whether or not they were painted with shining stars.

Devon often clutched her chest when the uncontrollable pangs in her heart refuses to remain still. Some days, the rejection of waking up rattles her tremendously, and the refusal to face the day ahead was stronger than anything.

She wanted nothing more than to take a few steps back and reverse time to relish the tranquility of it all. It sounded ridiculously selfish, but she’d trade anything if it means she would awake to Eren and Jean’s loud voices arguing or to see Sasha pocket goods she had stolen from the kitchen while being chased down by Armin. And oh — what she wouldn’t give to replay the day they’ve all bonded together after Keith Shadis made Sasha run until she was in the brink of insanity.

It’s those little things that made her nostalgic, bringing a sad smile on her lips that she wasn’t sure if she wanted those thoughts randomly popping up her mind. Sometimes, disbelief hits her harder than anything whenever she’d allow herself to scan the faces of what’s left of her teammates.

When Erwin had told them, he knows “they’d one day go far and achieve great things”, if he was still here, Devon would surely make him look at what had become of them.

Everyone was preparing for the expedition in Marley tomorrow. Devon had exited the room when she had heard the severity of the situation. Eren was going to wreck havoc in that foreign island and he gave them no other choice than to lend him aid.

It was rather conflicting, Devon was worried for him but nonetheless, despised his living-breathing self. She often wondered about his whole motive, considering his adamant proclamation that it wasn’t for his own self-indulgence.

It felt like it was, as she began to feel the shuddering screams of the impending battle that was set to take place.

If another life of her loved one’s taken from her tomorrow, she fears that it might throw her in an unstable state and she had every right to blame it all on Eren.

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levbug · 3 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 — 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

#pairing ー suna rintaro x gn! reader

#warnings ー nothing i think? best friends older brother! suna, which is a warning in of itself also, he knows.

#wc ー 1.3k

happy holidays everyone !!!

wandering the empty hallway of your best friend's insanely large house in the middle of the night was not a good idea. it didn't matter that you used to spend your free time as a child running down these halls, finding every nook and cranny, and squeezing yourself in it just to win another round of hide and seek; the house felt completely different at night. doors creaked as if they hadn't been oiled in centuries, floorboards squeaked beneath your feet, and strange shadows kept creeping up in the corner of your eye.

shuddering, you pull your cardigan tighter around you. despite being dressed in your warmest pajamas and thickest wool socks, the cold winter air still breezed past your garments and settled as an unshakeable chill deep in your bones. you'd think a house as fancy as this would at least have proper heating.

you squint as you navigate your way to the kitchen, your path is illuminated only by the twinkling christmas lights and dull streetlamps outside. one thing you had never gotten used to, even as a kid, was that the lights in the house were to be turned off by 9 o'clock, the only exception being if you were using the room. it was always a little silly in your opinion, but you respected the rule nonetheless. still, that didn't mean you hated it any less.

relief floods your being when you round the corner and see that the kitchen lights are on. good, someone else is awake too. you hurriedly scuttle towards the room, gasping when your sock-clad feet glide against the polished hardwood floors and you slide.

before you can fall, a hand shoots out and catches your wrist. "woah!" a familiar voice exclaims. "you okay there?"

embarrassment crawls through your being. "yes, thank you." you reply timidly, avoiding eye contact with the other person. slowly, you steady yourself with their assistance, shooting them a small, grimace-like smile when they ask you if you're sure you're okay. "i am, really. thank you."

"alright, just checking," he says, letting your wrist go. it isn't until he turns around that you allow yourself to look at him.

suna looks awfully different from the last time you saw him. maybe it was the fact that he recently just came back from college to visit home for the holidays, and he now he exudes an air of maturity that was foreign, yet befitting of him. or maybe it was because his hair is longer now, messy and disheveled and sticking up in different directions like arrowheads that can't decide where they wanna point. or maybe, you realize as suna now turns to face you, he just grew up.

long gone is the suna with cheeks filled with baby fat, the suna with a gummy smile and wobbly teeth. the boy who used to chase you and his sister around with snails and worms in hand and laughed when you would squeal in disgust. the boy who would talk endlessly about dinosaurs and robots, and how he wanted to be an astronaut so that he could take an alien from mars and keep him as a best friend. the boy who cried a river when he skinned his knee during a game of tag, and whose cries would only quieten if his mother bought him a character popsicle from the passing ice cream truck.

long gone is the boy.

instead, a man stood in front of you. a man who looked so familiar yet foreign at the same time. he was taller than you now, tall enough that you'd have to tilt your head up if you wanted to look him in the eye. his smile was more reserved, devoid of that childish glee it used to hold. he seemed to have gained confidence too: he no longer stood slouched, unsure of how to adjust to his sudden growth in height. suna was handsome now, and maybe he always had been, but you had never noticed because he was your best friend's brother.

maybe this change in him was the reason your heart was beating rapidly against your chest.when suna notices you staring, he smirks, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as dimples dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks. fortunately, he says nothing about it. "so," he says instead. "why are you up so late?"

"c-could ask you the same thing." your throat feels unnaturally dry, so you grab a clean glass from the counter and fill it with water. suna chuckles at your reply.

"never lost your wit, have you?" he asks, shooting you an amused smile from over his shoulder. it's then that you notice the twinkle in his eye. it's the same twinkle you used to see every time suna would receive a gift, like candy or toys. it comforts you to see that it hasn't diminished, that not everything about him has changed.

"suppose not," you respond dryly. inwardly cringing, you distract yourself by pouring yourself a cup of ice-cold water, the exact opposite of what you wanted. (you'd go heat some water, but the kettle is beside suna, and you're afraid to get too close to him.) swallowing thickly, you manage to ask, "uh, what about you? why are you awake?"

"me?" he hums, almost as if he wasn't expecting you to ask him. "ah well," he breathes out. "can't sleep. also, i remembered we still had cereal, and well, you know i could never resist." he adds, chuckling softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

you stifle a snort at his response by bringing the glass up to your lips. he seems tired, you realize. his movements are more sluggish and there's a slight drawl to his words. it's attractive on him. silence fills the air as you take a long gulp of water. you wince when the cold surface of the glass comes in contact with your lips, goosebumps rising on your arm when you swallow the cold liquid. from the corner of your eye, you can see suna staring at you with a thoughtful expression.

"you know," he says when you place your cup on the counter. "you haven't answered my question. why are you still awake?"

"uhm," you swallow thickly. "same reason as you, i guess. i couldn't sleep either."

"how come?" suna asks, stepping closer to you. the kitchen feels like it's getting smaller with each step he takes.

suna has never been shy, at least towards you. that fact is made apparent with how he keeps eye contact with you. it's the kind of eye contact that's uncomfortable, but you can't look away either.

"i-i've just had a lot on my mind," comes your breathless reply. he's closer to you now, close enough that if you wanted to, you could lean up and kiss his insanely soft-looking lips. but you don't.

the older boy hums, lips quirking up into a small smirk. "like what?"

warmth spreads across your cheeks. "things. l-like school, and stuff." you mentally curse yourself for your lame reply.

"really?" he leans down slightly, his face hovering just above yours. the warmth that radiates from him is comforting and intoxicating, and you want nothing more than to slam your lips against his.

"are you sure you haven't been thinking about someone?" his smirk widens into a knowing grin. it seems that your misfortune was the cause of his amusement.

before you can reply, suna pulls on the drawer just next to your thigh and pulls out a piece of silverware.

"heh," suna chuckles when he sees your mortified expression. "just needed a spoon." he smiles innocently as if he didn't just try to make your heart combust.

you watch, stunned to silence, as suna navigates his way through the kitchen and picks up his bowl of cereal.

"i'll see you around, (name). goodnight!" the boy waves his spoon at you. he doesn't even wait for you to register his words before he skips away gleefully.

when you come back to your senses, you slap your hand against your forehead. crap, you think to yourself, feeling the erratic beating of your heart against your rib cage.

suna rintaro left you feeling warmer than you've felt since summer that evening.

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Lady Luck (pt. 1)

I was so hyped to write this lol. Heavily inspired by Kaiji <3

Tw: mafia mention, unrealistic potrayal of mafia, mentions of threats, implied obssessive behavior (will get more hardcore in the second part tho), mentions of gambling, kidnapping /not reader/

You knew that you were a scum, a lowlife, a miserable loser without much hope in life - that’s exactly why you had no problem joining the deadliest underground paradise and following under the steps of the Lucciano family. They controlled everything - the casinos, the drugs, the guns, the whores, you name it - they provided it. And you had nothing - neither a past, nor a future. But everything changed when the oldest son Thomas decided to help you get out of the mud and step onto your legs - he gave you a home, a friend to return to, a shoulder to cry on when reality felt too painful and harsh, just too much to bear on your own. “Why would you do that for a stranger?” You had asked him once while tipsy, sitting by the hearth, a slight blush adorning your soft cheeks. “That’s easy.” The man had responded right away without giving it much thought. “You remind me of myself.”

You spent long nights thinking about his words but never came to a conclusion - he was born into a powerful, wealty family, so it made no sense for him to have experienced rock bottom the way you had. And his small black eyes displayed such a variety of terryfing emotions - bloodlust, greed, sin and so much sadness. Why would a monster ever feel scared, you wondered.

Working for the Luccianos wasn’t especially hard or even dangerous - you ran small errands for them, took care of the younger kids, helped with insignificant deals, acted as a croupier when their staff was sick or missing or had to be taken care of, but one thing you were thankful for was how they never tried to force you into doing something you would never be able to forgive yourself for. Thomas was kind to you - always so considerate, willing to listen, to understand how you felt even when the worlds you two lived in differed so greatly. He was supposed to be villain of the story, big and scary, demanding, taking whatever he wants without asking and never feeling an ounce of regret about it. And for a while, you were suspicous of the man’s every move - you were desperately waiting for the mobster to fuck up and show his true colours so you could let yourself hate him, despise him. And yet the sweet, sweet moment of revelation never came. You knew, of course, of the many evil deeds the criminal bestowed upon thousands of innocent people each and every day, but you never witnessed it with your own eyes and when the man was treating you like a part of his family, holding you close and giving you chance after chance to prove yourself, it was slowly getting impossible to view him as the bad guy. Perhaps you should have waited just a little longer.

It happened during a warm, spring day. You didn’t expect it, you couldn’t. You had just finished your shift at midnight in the small shop you worked in, which belonged to Thomas’ mother, and were heading to the Lucciano mansion. It had been a particularly long and exhausting day, so you wanted nothing more than to feel the soft, silky, white sheets down your half-naked body while the quiet classical music took you to dream land and back. But upon opening the heavy wooden door, you quickly noticed something was different - there was no music, the big black TV in the middle of the hall was set to camera mode instead of the normal one, and it was awfully quiet. “They must have had to leave the country for a while.” You rationalised. “It has happened before after all.” You kept reassuring yourself while taking a tiny step towards the centre of the room where light was the strongest - it could uncover every hidden little detail.

And then the TV was turned on. You shifted your gaze up, paranoia eating at you from inside out. Soon there was clear image on the massive screen, but what you saw left you speechless. There were hours of footage from your personal life - working, hanging out with friends, eating, bathing. What made the shivers down your spine run cold was a scene where a guy, your boyfriend, was kissing you, touching you, undressing you with his praying eyes. It was nothing unusual for a young woman to have a love life, but this broke the only rule Thomas had told you upon entering the house - you were forbidden from having close relationships with men, especially dangerous ones, and for the longest time, you had no issue living by that as long as you came back to the luxury and warmth the mobster provided for you. Until you met him - a charming, clever member of a local gang. You knew it was wrong and could cost you more than you were willing to sacrifice and yet you still gave in. It was your first time experiencing the highs and lows of love, so who could blame you when it was such a magical feeling, a mixture of adrenaline and opium. Alex made you feel like a real human being instead of someone just existing, leeching off the stronger, wealthier species.

There was a shadow moving out from the corner, playing into your delusions. But soon enough you realised it was all a reality as none other than Thomas walked slowly towards you, clapping his hands dramatically, a sly smirk on his beautiful, scarred face. Did he...

"Congratulations." The man started off, dark eyes set on you, slowly coming closer and closer like a big black hole, ready to swallow you whole. "You went and got yourself a little boy - toy." The criminal chuckled viciously under his breath, making you cringe at the crude nickname he used. The situation felt surreal and yet the fear and panic were already suffocating you, making you dizzy wish regret. "I wish you would have told me though... I never thought someone I hold so important would lie to me." The mobster kept rambling, waving his arms in the air theatrically, while holding a lit cigarette, but never moving it to his lips - it was just a prop, a way to create a thick smoke mist in your eyes. It was finally the hour of judgement.

"What do you want?" You asked, faking confidence, desperate to take control of what was happening. It was a bizarre thing to see your dearest friend act in such a eerie, frightening way, almost treating you like one of his victims - nothing more than an indebted bastard or an unfortunate bystander, unlucky enough to catch a deal unfolding right behind the scenes. It hurt but you had forced this upon yourself and you had to fix it.

"Nothing much, really." Thomas replied, finally inhaling the deadly smoke into his open mouth. He played with his collar for a while, as if you weren't standing there, scared for your life. "I just want to teach you a lesson in obedience, doll." The mafioso continued, circling you slowly, his heavy gaze never leaving your body. You felt awfully exposed even when all your clothes were present, covering every inch of your skin. With a swift snap of his fingers, the man summoned most of the gorillas that worked under him. Two of them were dragging your kicking, screaming boyfriend towards the centre of the room, but a quick punch in the guts managed to quiet him down. He looked terrified, his face bloody and injured, covered in dust and misery. But he was still alive and only that mattered to you.

"I wanted to make this entertaining for all of us." The oldest Lucciano spoke out, his husky voice echoing trough the golden ceiling. He moved over to your lover and harshly pressed the cigarette butt against the exposed skin of his unprotected arm. The man cried out in pain, silently pleading you to help with his big, terrified eyes. And here you were, as helpess as he was - if not even more. "So I decided to initiate a little gamble of sorts, ya know?" Thomas winked at you, smiling with malice. You couldn't help, but recall all the times you two had played poker together, betting less than pocket change. You never understood why the man always got so excited despite winning such small sums, especially when his casinos already did well. But now you could see it clearly - he got off crushing his opponent, taking the victory under their noses. Money meant nothing. As long as he was able to ruin your mood, your life, the man was pleased.

Soft white light lit up the furthest corners of the hall and you saw dozen square boxes, arranged in a circle. It looked harmless enough on its own, still they were stamped with Thomas’ symbol - a dove. You used to wonder why someone in the most dangerous depts of mafia would choose such an innocent, sweet signature pf representation and now the answer was right in front of you - that way it was easier to trick the enemy into thinking they were safe. And how wrong were they.

“As you can see, there are nine wooden boxes in total. They look exactly the same and on top of each one there is a hole.” Thomas stopped to point at them, the raw anticipation flooding his otherwise dull pupils. “Six of the boxes are empty. In the other three though, there are placed some of the most poisonous snakes in the world. One bite and you are dead.” The madman gave a loud, breathy laugh while your boyfriend squirmed uncomfortably in place, restrained by the strong arms, holding him down. “Both of you will take four turns putting your hand in the boxes. After every round the box would be closed off and you would be able to choose only from the remaining ones. ” The mobster grinned widely, looking at your horrified expression. You couldn’t believe that the man was willing to put your lives on the line simply because you had neglected one of his orders. “Now you may be wondering where the suspence is - after all you would probaby manage to hear the hissing from afar and avoid the place it comes from. Rest assured, my foolish little friends. Right now the snakes are heavily intoxicated and absolutely silent - which doesn’t mean, of course, that they won’t attack any soft flesh they see. If you die, that’s on you, but if you survive, you will be rewarded.” Thomas clapped his hands together and his man let go of your lover, resulting in his falling to the ground with a heavy bang. Thomas pursed his lips together.

“Shall we get started?”

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 3 years

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐎𝐧𝐞

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Rowan glanced at his pocket watch and attempted to swallow his irritation.

How was it only nine-o-clock still? He had already suffered through enough social niceties to last a lifetime.

Now, he listened with but half a mind to his cousin drone on about the night's guests. His head was filled with all the tasks he needed to see to, including searching for a new governess for his sons. His boys kept chasing away every woman he employed and he was hesitant to hire a tutor, because he believed they needed a woman's influence too, now that his own wife was too ill. The physician had done all he could but there was not much hope she would wake, loathe as he was to admit it. Perhaps he should have accepted his mother-in-law's offer and send the boys to their her after all?

"--and Arobynn's here too—"

That caught his attention. "He is?"

"Mhmm. Look, over there, no, no, to the left—besides the pretty redhead, yes, just so."

A man stood by the entrance with a red-haired woman on his arm, tall and muscular, with a fine-boned face. His auburn hair were pulled back into a bun, offsetting his pale skin and the fine cut of his suit was a stark reminder of his prominent position in society, despite the whole stigma around tradesmen.

"I knew he was fond of flaunting convention but escorting his mistress to a ball?"

"You haven't heard?" James approached them with a drink in his hand. "She is not his mistress but an adoptive daughter of sorts and his apparent heir."

Fenrys choked on his drink.

"He named a girl heir to his trade empire—and not even his own blood—stupid!"

"Spoken like a man," said the gentleman and shook his head. "He raised her himself, is introducing her to all his associates and she doesn't look dumb either."

James nodded towards the redhead he had seen earlier, dressed in the finest black silk with a neckline low enough, it bordered on scandalous. Her copperish-red hair were pinned into an elegant coiffure with pretty, gold hair combs and a simple, pearl necklace completed the striking picture she made. Her sharp, defined features were barely beautiful until she laughed—a musical sound in itself—and he wondered whether he had seen anyone prettier.

"If hers was the last face I ever saw, I'd die a happy man." Fenrys sighed and walked off.

James rolled his eyes. "He's about to seek an introduction to her, isn't he?"

Rowan's lips twitched up.

He had always liked James. The man was completely without artifice and his enthusiasm for everything was so infectious, no one could remain angry with him. He had spent a few summers with the Galathynius children, until their youngest daughter was abducted and the visits stopped.

"I say you must frown a little less, sir, unless you wish to give offense."

Rowan looked up, startled at being addressed by the object of his thoughts. She looks even lovelier up close, thought he.

"I detest these events."

"So do half the people in this room and yet, appearances must be maintained."

"Deceit is not in my nature."

The lady frowned. "It is not deceitful to pretend you are interested in an event in order to spare your host's feelings."

"Your motive may be charitable but it is no excuse for dishonesty."

The lady looked amused but did not pursue the topic further. "I hope you will forgive me for speaking without a proper introduction, sir. I am not a fan of convention."

Rowan smiled.

An unmarried woman, not even of age, and already a heiress to a trade empire—by all accounts, she did not seem like one.

"I will, if you allow me to remedy the situation now." He bowed with exaggerated formality. "I am Mr. Rowan Whitethorn of Harcomb, in Doranelle."

Her cheek dimpled. "Miss Celaena Sardothein—my father—"

"Mr. Hamel, yes, I know." He almost cringed at how rude he sounded. "He and I, we are—"

"—business associates, yes, I know," she teased with an impish grin, replying in a poor imitation of his own deep voice.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement, filled with laughter and mirth—turquoise orbs, ringed with brilliant gold.

All of his resolve flew out of the window. "Miss Sardothein, will you allow me the pleasure of leading you into the first set? The dancing is about to commence."

"The pleasure will be all mine."

In hopes of starting a conversation, he said, "You are a fine dancer."

"I would have believed you to be a liar if we hadn't already established that deceit of any sort is your abhorrence."

He smiled. "And if I were being insincere?"

"I would take it as a compliment to myself, for it will mean that you are acting on my advice from earlier about lying for the sake of appearances."

They fell silent again.

"We must talk some, you know," said Rowan. "For someone who claims to be concerned with appearances, do you not think it would look odd for us to spend a half hour together but in silence."

She startled at the sudden statement. "Introduce a topic then and I will do my poor best to maintain the conversation."

Rowan complied and was pleasantly surprised to find her lively and good-humored and well-informed on most subject from current fashion disasters to books to political bills and movements. Her arguements were passionate and far from taking offense at his dry humor, she matched it with witty quips of her own; and to top it alll off, she was as skilled a dancer as a conversationalist.

Rowan was almost annoyed when the song came to an end. He could not recall the last time he had been half as well entertained.

"You will be the death of me, you foolish, foolish chit!" screeched the old matron.

Fenrys had allowed himself to be dragged into a bookstore, which happened to be one of his least favourite places, by his cousin, James—the second son to his uncle, Lord Rhoe, the Earl of Narrowcreek—and was now eager for any sort of amusement. He turned towards the high-pitched shriek with interest.

A young lady stood near the shelves, tall and proud, even in the face of her mother's ill-bred manners.

Her blonde hair fell down in waves, half pinned by dragonfly-shaped hair combs. The fabric of her dress was fine enough for her to belong to the first circles and yet, he could not recall seeing her—or her mother—anywhere.

"Ungrateful child! Wait until I tell your father what you did; he will be most displeased."

She bit her lip to contain her mirth, though her cheeks flushed with embarassment. Her eyes flitted to the door and back, as if she was looking for some escape.

"Poor girl," the bookshop owner murmured.

The following words had the unfortunate attention of drawing the mother's attention towards the owner.

Lord Fenrys almost laughed at the alarmed look on the owner's face when she began lamenting to him instead and then looked over at the lady who was staring at the door with a thoughtful look, as if wondering whether or not to attempt an escape.

She must have decided in it's favour because she gathered her skirts and made a mad dash towards the door.

Fenrys realised he was standing in her way and hastened to move but it was too late—

"Darn!" cried she.

The commotion drew her mother's attention and upon spotting her wayward daughter lying on the floor with a grimace, she rushed over with a whole new litany of complaints.

Fenrys could have sworn the lady cursed under her breath.

"Stubborn, stubborn child! I told you not to run off without me but oh, how you love vexing me," shouted her mother in her high-pitched voice. "And what are you doing, bothering this fine gentleman over here? You had better not to talk to anyone if you are determined to refuse them all. You broke that poor man's heart—"

Fenrys quirked an eyebrow in interest, looking thoroughly entertained.

Her cheeks flushed further.

He frowned.

Up close, her face looked awfully familiar. He searched his brain for an answer.

A memory flashed in front of his mind. A highly unconventional black dress, a tinkling laugh and a ballroom.

Realisation dawned.

"Miss Sardothein! Fancy seeing you here," said he. "I almost didn't recognise you because of the hair."

"The hair? Oh, yes, I am very fond of dyes, but you have caught me in my natural state."

"I find you lovelier than ever. If you will forgive me for prying, I could not help but observe you haven't bought a thing yet, even though I know you to be a great reader! Is the reading material not to your taste, Miss Sardothein?"

Celaena answered wryly, "As a matter of fact, the books here suit my tastes very well—It is only that I am not allowed to buy books for a month—as punishment."

"No books! And what awful crime did you commit to merit that?"

"I rejected a marriage offer."

"A capital offense!"

Celaena smiled, "Indeed."

"I hope you are appropriately ashamed of yourself!"

"Horrified at my own audacity, really."

The lady looked up at him and grinned; Fenrys' own face turned pale and his mouth fell open in surprise. Ashryver eyes! She had ashryver eyes—like James, Aedion, and their mothers Helen and Evalin and—gods. The little poem his cousins had made up in childhood came to the forefront of his mind.

"The fairest eyes, from legends old,

Of brightest blue, ringed with gold."

But how...?

He looked at the woman again: her eyes bright and mirthful and thick eyelashes resting on her cheek, the face tugged at his memory; and she smiled so impishly, he had seen that smile before—

"Aelin," he blurted out.

He was startled when her smile dropped and recognition flickered in her eyes.

Fenrys shot an alarmed look towards the shelf behind which James had disappeared. Aelin was here! But how could this be? His heart thumped loudly inside his chest.

"Aelin?" She inclined her head in question.

He smiled uncertainly.

Was she really his little cousin? Aelin had been five year old when he last saw her.

But if he was wrong about this, could this come to bite him in the ass? She was certainly as old as his cousin would have been, had she been alive and she had the same unruly blonde curls and those ashryver eyes, teeming with life.

It couldn't be...

Arobynn's adoptive daughter.

"Yes, Aelin was my favourite cousin—you, uh, you remind me of her."

"If she is your favourite, then I am inclined to take that as a compliment." Celaena—Aelin?—smiled again, though her eyebrows remained drawn still. "The name does sound familiar. Perhaps I would have heard of her in the newspaper? The society column is a great source of amusement to my father. He reads it aloud to us from time to time."

Father? He wondered if she was talking of Arobynn or Mrs. Rhunn's husband.

Fenrys smiled sadly. "That is not possible for you see, my cousin died when she was five."

At least I thought she died.

"I am sorry for your loss." Then, with an arch look on her face, she asked, "If she was like me as you say, she must have been delightful."

He chuckled. "An absolute troublemaker."

"Definitely like me then," said she, sparing a look towards her mother. "I should leave now, before my mother lists you off as yet another suitor!"

And before he could think to stop her, she curtsied and scurried off.

Fenrys stared at the door, somewhat dumbfounded. Aelin is alive. He marvelled at the thought and then wondered how on earth he would inform her family—James would be ecstatic and his father would have to be informed, and Edward would have to be called to London, gods. Edward!

Aelin had been missed by all but no one grieved her as the poor man had.

Edward would be ecstatic; everyone would.

Fenrys ran towards his cousin out of breath, who was still examining titles in one corner.

"Fenrys, god, slow down, man! Whatever happened? You look like you saw a ghost."

He blinked.

Then, without any attempt at tact or discretion, he blurted out: "Aelin is alive."

"Aelin, Aelin, stop that—no, look at your frock, mother will be so angry, no, Aelin! You will hurt yourself like that."

The man watched, concealed behind the ridge as a little girl skipped from one mud puddle to another, blonde curls bouncing up and down as she moved. Her elder brother followed at a more sedate place, calling out admonishments and threats, not that they had an effect on her.

Aelin grinned over her shoulder and ran, leading her brother on a merry chase.

The man was still debating how to go about abducting the girl when fortune smiled upon him; she twisted her leg and fell down, prompting the boy to run towards her.

"It hurts," she whimpered, refusing to stand.

The man smiled maliciously and waited as the boy looked around. "Very well," he said finally. "If you promise not to go anywhere, I will fetch papa. Do not move, Aelin."

The boy rushed towards the manor house, ignoring the twisted knots in his stomach and burst into his father's private study. In his panicked state of mind, it took a few attempts for Rhoe to make sense of his garbled words.

A foreboding feeling rose in his stomach.

She will be fine, he tried to reassure himself. Aelin, troublemaker that she was, had had a lot worse than a twisted ankle.

But his alarm grew the nearer they came to where she was supposed to be and his heart pounded inside his chest. All colour drained from his face when they didn't find Aelin where she was supposed to be.

"Are you certain this is where you left her?"

Edward nodded.

Rhoe suddenly felt dizzy, his knees buckled and bile rose up in his throat.

He reined himself in and with admirable composure, organised search parties to search around the estate and the neighbourhood.

The search carried on until late that night, when an express rider from the nearby magistrate arrived with a letter: a nearby warehouse had burned down earlier that day and two bodies were found: a man in his forties, who could not be identified and a seven year old girl who had on a silver anklet bearing the word fireheart and requested Mr. Galathynius' presence tomorrow at the warehouse to confirm the girl's identity.

Rhoe folded the letter, excused himself from company and sent his sons to their beds.

Then he entered his study: the study no one was allowed to enter without permission—except his Aelin—slumped into the armchair by the fireplace and wept.

note: ...and it's here. I have so many drafts of this chapter lying around, I'm surprised I actually finally posted it lmao.

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