#I just prolonged the pain for me while giving him everything I had

[harrystylesfan2686]

Stay With Me Part 2

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of your fall.

Warning: Unedited.

A/N: I know I've got those dialogue fics to write and I will!! But I just couldn't resist giving these babies their happy ending.😭

Part 1 Masterlist

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The first thing you feel as consciousness seeps into you is the warmth of laying on something soft. Then the pain came, not much but a dull ach felt from your abdomen. You try to open your eyes but the sunlight coming from the windows make you squint and turn your head to the side.

The light suddenly goes away and you a hear a rough voice, "You're awake." Your eyes finally open, slowing the darkness fadding into light as you look around and try you see where you are at. A room that looks like one you have comes into view and you look at the source of the voice.

Azriel stands near the window, curtains closed, signaling he shut them upon seeing your discomfort. Unsure of what to say, you try to sit up. Groaning where the ach in your stomach increases slightly. "Careful. You're still not completely healed." Az comes to your side, kneeling beside the bed and helps you lean on the bedrest.

He silently removes the cap from a glass of water beside you on the table and lifts if up to your mouth, quietly ordering you to drink it. You obey, taking small sips and hum when the strache in your throat eases. He puts the glass back to it's place when you finish and you use the time to observe him.

Something terrible must've happened because there are dark circles around his eyes and his pale skin implies he hasn't eaten well in days. His hair and clothes are touloused and you try to not stare at his distressed look. He's rarely ever not out of shape so seeing him like this shocks you a little.

You are still staring at him when he looks back to you and everything comes back to you. The storm, the fall, the trap and the blood. Your eyes widen as you remember everything and look down at yourself. Your shoots out to touch the place where your injury would've been, but when you feel nothing, your skin healed except for gaint holes scars lining up your body, you frown in confusion.

Surely a wound that bad wouldn't have healed in a night, how long were you asleep?

"It's mostly healed but you'll still feel discomfort and dizziness for a while." Azriel says, you feel his eyes on you.

"How long was I alseep?" You trace the scars lightly, feeling minor sensations, ignoring the fact that only a small piece of undergarment is covering your breasts and the rest of your upper body is bare.

"Three days." Your head snaps to look at him. "Three days?!" You eco, voice pitching high in shock.

"Madja said that the pikes of the trap had poison in them, prolonging your pain and preventing your body to heal itself. That's why you couldn't wake up and you will still feel the effects of it for days." His voice sounding strained.

"Oh." You sigh.

"Eris said that during Amarantha's rule, traps like the one we saw were made, to keep safe from the monsters she unleashed. Most of them were taken out but the there were some left, which couldn't be because people forgot where they were put. The one you fell into was one of them." He lifts his hand to hold yours, gently moving circles on the back of your arm with his thumb.

"Eris didn't seem at all guilty about not telling us, that bastard." His jaw clenched in anger.

"It's alright Az." Your try to calm him.

"No. It's not. Your could've bloody died. How can you forgive him so easily?" The look is his eyes promises death as he looks at you but you don't fear him knowing this time the anger isn't directed to you.

"I don't forgive him. But there was no way he could've known I'd fall into one."

"No but he could've at least warned us! You nearly died Y/N! Do you realize how I miserable I felt in that moment. When I saw you in It's hold, I felt a kind of panic I have never felt before. And the blood. I didn't know what do to. I would've done anything to save you then, even if I had to give my soul, I would've."

You can't seem to recall words as you look at him. He shakes his head and looks down, avoiding your eyes, glancing between your scares and his hand that's cluching onto yours.

"Darling, I-" Hearing the very nickname he often used to mock you with, now laced with fear for you makes your heart skip a beat. "The sight of you laying like that, defenseless in the pool of your own blood, barely breathing-" His face wholly crumbles. You don't say anything, letting him lay his heart bare for you.

"It has been haunting me. Since the second Rhysand got to us and Magda healed you. I have been dying to see your eyes again, see you frown at me and tuant me-" His voice cracks as tears start falling down his face. "I love you so much. Please don't ever leave me like that again. I'll die if you don't stay with me."

You hug him the second he finishes speaking, wrapping arm around his waist and the other to his neck, burying your fingers in his hair and his hugs you back, crushing his body to yours and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Hearing soft cries, you cannot control your own. Each other's tears soaking you both as you bask in the others arms.

"I will never leave you, Azriel." After a moment you pull back, just a little to look into his eyes so that he can see the truth and love in them. "I love you so much. I will always stay with you, even if you tell me not too." He nods once whimpering out a small please, as if that's all he can say right now, and your heart breaks.

"I love you. So much." You kiss his forehead, moving down to his cheeks and nose, you're both hands now at the sides of his face and his can't seem to leave your waist. "My mate." You both smile, laughing a little and you look at him. Truly look at him, admiring his yellow onyx eyes that gloss from the tears pooling in them, loving the way he's watching you with so much love.

"I love you, Azriel." You kiss him, slowing resting your lips to his, pouring all your love into it and promising yourselves to the other forever.

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Tagging: @that-one-little-soybean

#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel x yn #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic

[blurredpurplemint]

Ooo can u do jealous bi han scenario/one shot?

i didn’t have inspiration at first but it suddenly came to me, like, ok why not. was supposed to be short but is kinda more than i anticipated (0.4k words). lot of dialogue cuz i suck at description lol. not proof read (will do it later, maybe, i’m tired, its 3 am, i have school, i’m talking way too much, gn)

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you've been tasked with organizing the cleaning tools and supplies as it's your responsibility to take care of cleaning the backyard today.

while absorbed in the task, you failed to notice someone entering the room.

“so this where you were…”

caught off guard, you dropped what you were holding.

“by the gods! you- wait. how did you know i was there?”

“unimportant.”

you sighed as you picked up what you had dropped.

“i swear you almost scared me to death…”

“death may be imminent for you depending on your answer to my oncoming question.”

you paused, reflecting on his words with closed eyes and furrowed brows, then shook your head.

“ok… what have i done?”

you replied as you continued with your task.

“don't assume I overlooked your actions with that foolish monk.”

you quickly turned around to gauge his expression, and you could discern his anger beneath the mask. the least you could said was that you were doomed.

“who? raiden?”

“the other foolish monk.”

in an instant, everything made sense in your thoughts.

“ohhhh… kung lao! haha…”

“is this amusing to you?”

“it's just that... i don't understand what you're accusing me of.”

“quit feigning ignorance; you know exactly what I'm referring to.”

you huffed.

“if only!”

you pivoted entirely to confront him.

“why not be more direct about what I've done wrong? it could help us make progress. just saying.”

“what was the reason for him holding you earlier?”

“ohhhh…”

you recalled the events from this morning.

“explain.”

you waved your hand at him, dispelling his concerns.

“it was nothing; i just lightly twisted my ankle, that's all.”

“what?”

he nearly rushed to you, but you halted him in his tracks.

“bi-han, i said "lightly." it was truly nothing, just a slight twinge of pain. that's why kung lao got a bit carried away and assisted me.”

he huffed, swiftly raising his chin in disdain.

“he didn't just assist; he practically enveloped you.”

“if you had witnessed the entire scene, you would have observed me leaping out of his arms.”

“i should consider tearing his arms off for this.”

“huuum, sexy~”

“alright, I'm done dealing with your attitude.”

you began to laugh at his irritated expression, prompting a deadly glare from him. he then turned away to leave.

“oh come on! don't give me the cold shoulder now!”

you spoke amid laughter.

he halted, slowly pivoting to cast upon you the most exasperated expression.

“oop- no pun intended!”

his sigh was so deep and prolonged it caused the room temperature to plummet by at least five degrees which elicited a shiver from you.

you shrugged apologetically, wearing a sorry smile, and approached him slowly. softly chuckling, you ran your hand over his torso, eliciting an eye roll of annoyance from him due to your feeble attempts to soothe his nerves. he subtly made sure you weren't limping.

“don't be upset with me. you're well aware that I have no interest in him.”

he didn't respond but glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow, prompting a smile from you. you couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

“you are incredibly cute when jealousy surfaces, grandmaster.”

“i am not.”

“oh yes, you are!”

you spoke as you gently tapped his torso.

“whatever you stance, i’ll leave you to it. i have duties to fulfill.”

he said as he walked past you, intentionally bumping into you to clear his way. you let out a small whine in response to his abruptness.

“bi-han! we are not done here!”

“in my perspective, we are.”

you sighed, crossing your arms. you knew he was thickheaded before, but now he's just downright childish.

you watched him leave, but he suddenly halted in his tracks and spoke without turning back.

“i will meet you tonight… we’ll dine out.”

you gasped in excitement, placing your hand over your mouth to suppress your laughter.

“ow… you big softie <3”

he grunted and shook his head, immediately regretting his statement.

#at this point this is more ooc bihan than anything else but well #i can talk about him all day #he just doesn’t know how to express his feelings #bi han x you #bi han smut #bihan smut #bihan x reader #bi han imagine #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han sub zero #bi han mortal kombat #bi han #mortal kombat 1 bihan #bihan fluff #bihan x you #bihan mk1 #mk1 bihan #mk1 fluff #mk1 bi han #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk1 fanfic #mk1 bihan fluff

[3l1j4hhh]

drabble: wriothesley getting payback. p2 of “riding wriothesley while he can’t touch you.” imagine him trapping u in his office js before you were abt to head to the dormitories.

A/N: it’s lowk 2am rn and i’m so dead

“i’ll be taking my leave now, i’m getting quite drowsy.” placing down the remaining paperwork in your hands onto wriothesley’s desk, you begin walking down the stairs of his office. he’s silent, not uttering a single thing as you turn your feet and head down. he’s been fairly quiet since the last time you had him pinned down in his own office chair, handcuffed and writhing from the pain of not being able to touch you. it makes you slightly anxious, too afraid to ask if it had truly affected him negatively.

you’re about to lift the bar that locks the door to his office and head off to the elevator when suddenly you hear a slight footstep just behind you. wriothesley’s hand rests on the middle of the bar, preventing you from leaving the premises. you frown in disappointment, yawning as you whine out to wriothesley.

“what is it now? i told you, i’m quite—“

before you can finish your sentence, wriothesley’s lips are pressed up against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. he’s kissing the side of it feverishly, groaning softly into your skin. you’re caught off guard and find yourself subconsciously pressing your own body to the door. wriothesley’s body follows suit, trapping you between him and the metal door.

soon, he mumbles into the saltiness of your skin, “let me touch you.”

he doesn’t give you time to react, throwing you over his shoulder and setting you down on his desk as soon as you reach the top of the stairs. he searches your eyes momentarily, silently asking for your consent before continuing. you nod, feeling his hands immediately wrap around your wrists soon after.

that’s how you found yourself sprawled about the duke’s desk. he’s fucking you hard, one hand tightly pinning both your wrists to the table as the other lays rest on your abdomen. he presses on your abdomen softly, ensuring no pain but making sure you’re kept still.

he’s making sure you feel every inch of his cock dragging in and out of your pussy, taking long and hard strides to make sure you feel everything. it’s unbearable, your ability to cum just at the tip of your fingertips. but wriothesley’s slow, he’s making sure to drag your orgasm out, prolonging it and deprive you of the one thing you so desperately want right now.

though, it’s only fair, is it not? you had deprived him when he wished to touch you, after all.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact wriothesley #wriothesley #wriothesly smut #smut #wriothesley x reader

[spacedace]

Something that I keep thinking about that I've not seen be mentioned in the DP fandom is the fact that Dani/Elle had brothers before Danny.

Angst ahead (I'm in an angsty mood lol)

I don't know if I've just missed it or not, but I just keep thinking about how for a while, it was just Elle and the other clones. That with Vlad being Vlad they probably really only had each other. And Elle being stable while the others weren't implies that she was the youngest of them all.

Did the others look after her? Did they play with her and try and teach her ghost stuff even though they weren't very good at it? Did she curl up with the big Frankenstein Clone to sleep at night, did the Skeleton Clone start wearing the bed sheet originally because he was worried about scaring his little sister? Did the Gooey Clone that could change sized play hide and seek with her to keep her entertained?

There's a level of implication that she didn't know that the other Clones were actually gone gone after they fought Danny when he told her that he wouldn't fight her because when he did fight the clones they destabilized. And I can't help but think it's something that would haunt her, realizing that not only were her brothers were gone, but she helped destroy one of them.

I don't know I just feel like it's a piece of Elle's backstory that isn't brought up, both for family fluffy and angst purposes.

Gimme some fics of Elle and Danny talking about her brothers, their shared grief and regret over everything. Danny trying to help make it up to her or Elle admitting that as much as she loves Danny she still sometimes finds herself looking at him and knowing that he's the one that killed her brothers, even though he didn't mean to.

Give me Elle making graves for her brothers and mourning them with her new family, never forgetting them but slowly learning how to accept their deaths. Or of her going full Tim Drake and trying to clone them to get them back even though she knows it won't be the same (give me a DP x DC crossover with her & Tim feeding off each others grief spirals and helping each other in their unhealthy cloning coping methods or Elle stepping in to stop Tim because she's been there and done that and knows it doesn't do anything but prolong the pain).

Or something happy! Elle goes off and explores the multiverse and discovers worlds were her brothers lived! Or where she was the one that didn't make it in their world but they did and she's able to stabilize them and bring them home! Or an AU where the clones live and run off with Elle to see the world and she comes back to Amity Park sooner because while she's getting weaker her brothers are fully on the verge of destabilizing and she needs Danny's help to save them!

I just have a lot of thoughts on the untapped potential of the other clones and Elle's relationships to them.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #kinda since tim is mentioned but like mostly it's just focused on Danny Phantom #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #danny's clones #the danny clones #danny fenton #i have so many thoughts and feelings on this yall have no idea #did they have names too? #or just Elle because she was the closest to perfected that Vlad got to #angst #this is what happens when I don't get enough sleep I fixate on the saddest implications of character's backstories

[recklessmark]

hear me out 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ sleazy ass disgusting jock mark doing all these lewd and disgusting and suggestive ‘gestures’ everytime he sees reader in her skimpy cheer uniform before training and then reader just ignoring him and rolling her eyes or flipping her midfing at him then one day mark trapped her… on her knees in pain while mark grips her hair while the other just jacks off to her face and then spits at her face full of his cum 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

warnings: dubcon, degradation, rough facefuck

you're walking through the school hallway in your cheer uniform, heading towards the training area when you encountered mark again. and by again, you mean like the fifth time this week and you had five days of practice. it's insane how you always saw him when you went training. most of the times, he just looked you up and down, raising a brow. the other day, he licked his lips while adjusting his glasses as though he wanted to see you clearer. you were tempted to gouge his eyes out then, but settled with flipping him off. he's a goddamn jock and you don't want to give him more attention than what he's already got.

today, he'd obviously somehow gotten bolder. because he suddenly blocked your path.

"hey there, sweetheart. going to cheer practice? maybe i can give you some personal training."

you rolled your eyes and tried to maneuver around him, but he stepped in your way once more.

"seriously, mark? can't you find someone else to bother? i'm not interested."

without waiting for a response, you sprinted down the hallway in the opposite direction. hoping to escape his presence, you quickly entered an abandoned classroom to catch your breath. the sound of the door being locked echoed a moment after and you jumped, turning around to face the door.

"what the hell, mark? unlock the door right now!"

motherfucker is definitely insane.

"i’m going to choke you with my cock, and you’re going to like it.” was his reply.

he fucked into your mouth roughly, with no warning and no time to get used to the intrusion, and you gagged. mark pulled out again.

“tell me how big i am, that i fill you up. beg me for it.”

you blinked up at him, drool dripping down your chin as you complied.

“ you’re so big, mark. i wa—“

he shoved his cock back inside before you could finish the words, his cruel desire making him impatient as he fucked your throat in earnest. it was soft and warm and everything he wanted.

eventually, when you were gagging and choking, your complexion pale from lack of oxygen, mark pulled out again. his cock throbbed, heavy and wet in his hand, soaked in a combination of precum and saliva. you gasped for breath.

thoughts of wrongness threatened to enter mark's mind again and he shoved them aside, grabbing you by the hair tightly and leaning down to whisper more orders into your ear.

“tell me you want my cum. say you’ll be good, so that i’ll give it to you.”

then he slapped you lightly across the face, first with his hand and then with his cock, waiting for your reaction.

“i want your cum,” you whispered. “please, i’ll be good, i promise, please give it to me…”

he gave you another cruel smile, stroking his cock and holding it torturously close to your open mouth.

“thank you, mark!” you cried in relief, moving to take the tip into his mouth, then whined when he took it away again.

mark played this game a few times, relishing in the sound of the your desperate begging. however, he had prolonged this enough already and was dangerously close to finishing. so many thoughts cascaded through his mind—guilt and triumph and pure, unadulterated lust—until he could wait no longer.

“you want my cum, don’t you?” he asked, reaching down to stroke your tear-streaked face with his fingers.

“yes, mark! please, i want it so bad…” your whined, your knees were in excruciating pain from how long you'd been kneeling.

“fine, but i’m not going to make it easy for you. a whore like you can lick it up.”

a few more strokes to send mark over the edge and he came, hard, into your open mouth and all over your face. spurt after spurt of hot, wet cum splashed onto your cheeks, onto your cheer uniform, and onto the floor between you. mark groaned before spitting onto your face. you winced. it mixed with his cum, trickling down your cheeks and forehead.

"lick it off the floor, slut."

#mark lee smut #mark smut #nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #mark scenarios #nct mark #nct scenarios #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #nct fanfic #mark fanfic #mark lee fanfic

[2tyongs]

one last time.

bf!suguru x gn!reader

genre. angst

warnings. none!

a.n. here's a little smtg i wrote a while ago! i was thinking abt making this longer with another part when they meet again in jjk0 but i'm not sure yet. enjoy!

"i'm sorry it has to be like this."

you and suguru stand in the pathway of jujutsu tech as he tells you the news that he's leaving. he's sure you've heard about what he's done and he wanted to be the one to tell you about his departure, no matter how painful he knows it will be for the both of you.

the beautiful weather outside is a stark contrast to how you feel right now. you feel as if your world has been flipped upside down. you knew how suguru felt about non-sorcerers lately, but you never thought that it would've gone this far.

suguru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. he doesn't want to leave you, but he has to. he's standing firm on his decision, but seeing the heartbreak and pain that's etched on your face is enough to almost make him reconsider what he's doing.

almost.

"it was always going to be this way." he tells you with a small hint of pain in his voice. he's trying to ease your distress but it's not working. with every word he says, he just watches the hurt intensify.

it's taking everything in him to not touch you, hold you, kiss you one last time. but he can't. he knows that if he does it now, he'll never leave.

a small, angry part of you wants to blame tsukumo for even inadvertently giving him the idea, but you know that she didn't think that he would go and do something so rash. and even if she hadn't told him, he would've found a way. if it hadn't have been her, it would've been someone else.

suguru looks at you as you start to cry. he notices the turmoil on your face before you look away and harshly wipe the tears from your eyes. he watches as you try to make it seem like this isn't hurting as much as it is.

he walks up to you with his eyes full of desperation and gives in to his desire to hold you, cupping your face in his hands. he tries to memorize the feeling of your skin in his palms and studies your face as if this is going to be the last time he'll ever be this close to you, because it might just be.

"i love you." he says softly, his voice heavy with emotion as he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "i always will. remember that."

when he says those words you hold onto his forearms tightly, not wanting him to leave. you let out a small sob as you mutter about how much you love him. your words are filled with emotion as if you're begging him to stay without saying it directly, even though you know your efforts are in vain. he's already made up his mind.

suguru puts his forehead against yours, your noses brushing lightly as he looks at you with dewy eyes, his gaze containing all the emotion he feels but won't let out.

"kiss me." you blurt out, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as you can. "please, suguru."

he could never say no to you. he gives in to you one last time when he leans in and connects his lips with yours. the passion and affection that he feels for you is unwavering and you can feel it from his touch and his sweet kiss. your embrace becomes urgent and desperate as he wants to convey all the feelings he's had for you for so long into this one kiss. your last kiss.

the two of you pull away and suguru gives you a kiss on the forehead before giving you a look that is heartbreakingly tender. he sighs softly and takes his hands away from your cheeks, pulling away from your hold on him. "it's time." he says quietly.

suguru starts to walk backwards and you give him a small, weak smile. "be careful, suguru." you tell him. you try to sound firm in your words as you usually would when he would go off with gojo on missions, but this time is different. now, your words just sound sad and desperate.

he chuckles, remembering all the times you've said that to him and your heart clenches at the sight and sound, knowing that this is the last time you'll ever see his gorgeous smile.

"don't worry about me, my love." he calls back. "take care of yourself." he says gently. and with that, he turns around and walks away.

you wipe your tears, letting the reality sink in. this was the last time you got to hold suguru, tell him how much you love him, be in the line of his affectionate gaze. you watch him walk away and almost contemplate running to him and telling him you're coming with him. but you know you can't do that. his beliefs are too extreme; too unrealistic, even if he does have his reasons.

no matter how much you love suguru, you know you can't let that sway you. you have to stand your own ground, just as he is, and accept the inevitable. at this moment, you and suguru have become rivals by default.

#.rowan's library #.rowan's jjk collection #.rowan's geto stories #geto suguru #jjk suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #suguru angst #suguru fluff #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto angst #geto imagines #geto drabble #suguru drabble #suguru imagine

[moonlight-prose]

The prompt list 👀 what about #5 with our beloved Joel 🥺

MARKS OF THE DAMNED

a/n: so i went overboard with this and churned out a small fic. mainly because it just kept going in my head. it's unedited, unbetad, and mainly me being angsty as fuck, but hopefully you enjoy it darling! also not going to lie i'm kind of living for joel with the owner of an apothecary shop in jackson.

summary: his scars were his secrets, his pain he never shared.

word count: 1k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, p in v sex, angst, angst, angst, some fluff.

Your body was pressed into the mattress. His hands gripping wherever he could, lips dragging along each ridge and curve that made you who you were. Parts of yourself that he would never be able to get enough of. He tilted your hips, a brief smile playing on the edges of his lips as you sobbed an incoherent version of his name. The angle of his cock striking so deep you swore you felt him in your chest.

Right beneath the rapid beat of your heart.

“Ah—fuck!” Your nails dragged down his back, attempting to place your own marks on his already scarred skin. Anything to permanently place yourself on his body. An action he seemed intent on doing himself—only he used his teeth.

“Right there?” he panted, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. “That's where you need it huh baby?”

You nodded, unable to form coherent words. That wasn’t enough for him.

His hand cupped your chin, pulling your face up towards him as he hit against something obliterating within you. Drawing out a broken sound that should have embarrassed you, but the feeling of his hips stuttering against yours was enough to wash that away. He kissed you messily. Entirely teeth and tongue, spit trailing down your chin, which he smeared with his thumb.

“Need you to use your words honey,” he murmured, licking along your bottom lip, his moan being swallowed by your mouth.

“Y–Yes,” you breathed, your words soft and shaky. Mirroring the breath in your lungs. “Right there—” A sharp gasp cut you off, your eyes rolling back as he picked up the speed of his thrusts.

“Yeah?”

Something grew in your chest, a bright ball of white that you felt burn through your veins. As if someone poured liquid fire into your mouth and told you to swallow. You gasped, clinging onto him, desperate for the heat of his touch, the burn in his kiss. He consumed your moans with each shared breath against your lips; told you to give him everything you had with a pleading voice.

“Let me see it baby,” he breathed roughly against your cheek. His hand found your clit as he hitched your leg up around his waist to somehow sink into you deeper. “C’mon—”

You broke with a sharp scream, babbling his name amidst the sounds that ripped from your chest. Clenching around him, you caused his hips to stutter, the pace frantic and wanting. He was right there. Barely able to keep a hold of himself, his brows pulled tight and teeth bared, as the sound of your slick and his cock rang through the room.

“Let me see you Joel,” you gasped, rolling your hips while he did what he could to prolong your orgasm. “Wanna see how pretty you are when you cum.”

A sound you’d never heard him make before fell from his plush lips. Digging your heels into his back, you felt him fall apart with you. His face pressed against your neck, a broken fuck echoing back to you. He practically leaked out around his cock, smearing on the inside of your thighs. Except neither of you gave a shit. Not when the bliss you’d been searching for finally began to settle in your veins. A piece of yourselves now settling back where it belonged.

He pulled out with a grunt, rolling to his side with his arm still stretched across your stomach. Joel would never say it, but he liked to feel you afterwards. Which is why you unconsciously scooted in closer, draping your leg over his hip—your hands carding through his already unruly hair. A glimpse of a smile played on his lips, the glaze in his eyes entirely fucked out and hot.

You did your best to ignore the way your cunt clenched around nothing at the sight.

“Tell me about your day,” you murmured, feeling his large hand pull you closer, his fingers digging into the top of your ass.

He sighed. “Same as always darlin’.”

“Yeah but—”

“Ellie wants to see you tomorrow.”

Another way of diverting the conversation elsewhere and you let him. “I promised I’d take her out with me,” you replied, ignoring the way his eyes flickered with something dark. A piece of himself he’d never show you. “She wants to help me gather herbs for the shop.”

He grinned. “Never thought she’d be interested in what you do.”

“She’s not,” you mused. “She’s doing it to make you happy.”

“What’re you—”

“Ellie isn’t interested in the apothecary shop Joel. She’s there to help me because I love you. And because somehow…I’m lucky enough to be considered family to her.”

He could see the truth in your eyes, but also in the way you cared for her. How you treated her like she was your own. It brought warmth back into his chest; gave him a chance to finally see what life could possibly be like. If only he let you in completely.

The feel of your hand tracing lightly along the small scars that littered his shoulder and chest, brought him back. He wanted to smooth the crease in your brows, to take away the conflict in your chest, but Joel knew he would only be replacing it with pain of his own. Pain he had yet to tell you about.

“I want to draw a map of your scars so I can always find my way back to your heart,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the smaller scar near his forehead.

He felt the breath leave his chest in one fell swoop. “You don’t need to find your way back darlin’.” He cupped your chin, kissing you so sweetly it sent your heart into a frenzy. “Not when you never left.”

Smiling, you pressed yourself closer to him, feeling the beat of his heart beneath your palms. “And I never will,” you promised, pressing one last kiss to his deepest darkest secret. The scar that would never disappear, even in the midst of your love.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us #my writing

[heartkyeom]

1:02 am

kim mingyu x gn!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: alcohol, slightly stupid drunk antics, fluff

notes: did I just sit here and write an entire 1k word piece based off the pics mingyu just posted on instagram? yes. yes I did. and it’s cute as shit! not proofread at all sorry about it

tag list: @bfwonu @thetigeragenda @lavenderautumnx @husbandhoshi @soffrine @sapphichui @dokyeomblr @mangogyu

dinner dates with mingyu were always lovely, especially after a long work week. over big bowls of pork noodle soup, you both talk about the highs and lows of your week.

yet, this time, mingyu didn’t have anything to do the next day, so you both indulged in too many bottles of soju. by the time you were done with dinner, you were both a little too far gone to appear composed.

it didn’t help that it was pouring rain for most of your time in the restaurant, so you had both prolonged leaving for as long as possible.

“shit, is it still raining?” mingyu turns his head to look out the window, squinting his eyes a little too hard. it wasn’t hard to see the rain droplets stuck to the window, but everything he does while drunk is somehow more endearing than he already is.

you glance to see for yourself, but the rain seems to have stopped. “no, I think we’re good,” you exclaim. he gives you a slightly more exaggerated nod than usual and stands up from the table easily.

thankfully, you both organized your bowls and bottles before paying, so you didn’t feel too guilty standing up from the table and nearly stumbling. mingyu rushes to your side, catching your waist and helping you to the door.

“please don’t fall, we can’t bring more attention to ourselves,” he whispers not so quietly into your ear and it leaves you laughing a little bit too hard as he pushes the door open with his free arm.

you knew the elderly patrons were already staring at you before you left, but you couldn’t be too concerned.

you both make it outside and the smell of fresh rain hits your nose immediately. the large trees that lined your path back home were dripping, and you hoped the wind wouldn’t blow any of it on you.

you both walked a considerable amount before you realized mingyu was still clutching onto your waist, but his weight started to crush you.

his chest was exposed, so you took the chance to hit his skin with your hand to grab his attention. he freed his arm to clutch his chest in fake pain.

“you hit me!” he gaped at you, suddenly stopping in his tracks to face you.

“your grip was so tight that you were gonna break my waist in half!“ you exclaim, breaking into laughter before you could finish the sentence.

you keep walking without him by your side, you don’t wait for him to catch up and you start to think something is wrong before you turn around.

you see him take off running toward you with a devilish grin on his face. you scream in fake surprise and sprint away from him, you can hear the heaviness of his footsteps behind you but you’re convinced that you can outrun him.

you almost think you’re in the clear until you hear him right behind you.

“I’ve got you,” he snatches you up with a low growl, his arms are tightly wrapped around your middle while spinning you in a circle.

you’re only scared for a brief moment when your feet lift off the ground, but you screw your eyes shut to stop yourself from getting too dizzy.

“kim mingyu!” you scream his name over and over, each with a bit more laughter than the last until you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

you can hear his laughter ringing in your ears, it sounds so sweet that you want to sit in the feeling forever.

he finally places you down, taking a deep breath. you finally open your eyes to see that he’s beaming at you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says suddenly. he always has stars in his eyes while looking at you, but the way he stares at you tonight feels even more precious.

“you are too,” you reply.

“I love you,” he says it before he can catch himself. his eyes widen and he puts his hand over his mouth.

it was the first time he’s ever said it to you.

you want to memorize the way he says it.

“kim mingyu? you love me?” you’re nearly whispering as you touch his chest again and use your other hand to tuck a stray hair behind his ear.

“I love you so much,” he decides to drop his tone and let out a short laugh.

“well, I love you too.”

you lean in for a kiss and it feels like he’s been waiting for it all night when your lips touch. your teeth clash slightly since you’re drunk, but you still fall into the rhythm of each other, the feeling of his lips is so deeply nestled into your brain that you can’t forget it even when the conditions aren’t currently ideal.

you treasured the kiss you shared when he came home from practice earlier that day, but the alcohol tinged kiss you share in the middle of a park feels more like coming home.

he doesn’t go far with it, he angles his head just deep enough to leave you wanting more when he pulls away.

“ready to go home? we’re almost there,” he leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth and you’re smiling before he can face you again.

you only nod, silently thankful that you can tuck into the noodle shop 5 minutes away from your apartment with the man you love.

he intertwines your fingers together and you preserve the image in your head. the mix of cologne and alcohol that hits your nose when you put your head against his arm, the quiet hum of the cars passing by on the street, and the gentle breeze that makes you feel light as you walk home together.

he’s more than you could’ve ever asked for, a blessing that keeps revealing itself every day.

you’re excited to think about more nights like this, where the mood is just as light but the words “I love you” won’t feel so new, but familiar in a way you’ll anticipate every time.

#can’t believe I did this in like an hour lmao #I was extremely focused #laid in the same position not moving for an hour just writing on my phone fhdjhdhd #but this turned out soooo cute I love it #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagines #mingyu oneshot #mingyu x you #svt fluff #svt imagines #heartkyeom

[alicedash2]

Hi alicedash thank you for tryning your best to do my request I really love it.But i would like to request somthing more but with a bit more detil I hope you don't mind with the same y/n know sounds cringe but just hear me out lets say that the red hair pirates just  recruited a cute female crew member thats pretty short(like 169cm) and weak. She  goes shopping alone in town ,the town the red hair pirates staying at .But than she gets attack by some thiefs that try takeing her money but when she refuse to give them they beat her and leave her with huge red bruises on the arms/legs and on the forehead that start to bleed pretty bad ...she gets still in pain and robbed....walks to the local clinic.Stay in a room to heal. Meanwhile back at ship where the guys are starting to worry about their little pumkpin desides to go searching for her .They go around asking everyone at different food stalls  if they seen her keep mind that shanks and his crew are wereing their causal outfit and weapons on  and super tall guys so people get scread. They finally get a to a man that  saw her.he gives the directions to the clinic. Shanks and his crew get to the reception and ask for their little pumpkin is bit the receptionist tells that she can't tell where their pumpkin is at because if she has not clarifies that visitors are allowed than she can't tell them.Also because she thinks they look  suspicious because there pirates and also because they have weapons

How do you think the guys will react to this fact?

Have a lovely day!

Here we go!

Shanks x Reader

(Not reviewed, may contain several errors)

What a horrible day it was! YN had just joined the Redheads, she was a bit small and fragile, but that didn't stop her from joining the crew.

However, trouble struck when she decided to wander alone in the city on the recently arrived island. Everything seemed perfect until YN made the mistake of going alone. While shopping, a group of thieves spotted her and decided to attack. YN fought back, but she was beaten by the thieves who only fled when civilians intervened. Fortunately, YN didn't lose all her belongings, but she did suffer some broken bones. She headed to the nearest hospital, got prompt treatment, and hours later, Shanks realized her prolonged absence.

The search began as Shanks and his crew questioned frightened civilians. Despite Shanks being famous and intimidating, they managed to gather details from a man who witnessed the assault. However, when Shanks tried to visit YN in the hospital, he faced resistance from the receptionist, suspecting him as the infamous red-haired pirate.

- Sorry, sir, at the moment we do not accept visitors, it is past time, I ask you to leave - said the receptionist

- please let me see her! - Shanks implied

-Get out, by the way, you look suspicious! Aren't you the red-haired pirate?! You have weapons!- the receptionist said

-I-I just need to see her and I'll go away!- Shanks said

w-we can't hand over a civilian to a pirate!- The receptionist said, scared

Frustrated and anxious, Shanks decided to invade the hospital. Despite causing chaos, he finally found YN, lying in bed.

- "Are you okay?!"

Shanks asked as he approached her. She looked at him and nodded, showing her casted arm. Shanks picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and jumped through the window.

- "We'll take care of you, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Shanks said, laughing.

- "Looks like we'll have to train you. Damn, I shouldn't have let you wander alone!"

Shanks added, placing YN on the ground. Shortly after, the crew found Shanks and YN. Some members scolded YN, not too harshly, just to caution her. YN also learned that the same thieves who attacked her were brutally dealt with by Shanks and his crew, who returned some of her belongings.

#one piece #one piece x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks x reader #shanks #shanks x y/n

[mlove44lh]

Don't hurt yourself

Chapter 7 - Forgiveness

Masterlist

Previously chapter

Warnings: angst, swearing, physical violence (hahaha)

Words: 4.313

“If we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. 1,000 girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful for the hips that cracked? The deep velvet of your mother and her mother and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.”

“Y/n, please.”

I look into his eyes, and they seem to shine even from meters away. It's the calmest and most surrendered I've seen him in a long time.

I think about opening up, but I can't do it now. I need everything to go as planned tonight, even if I'm acting like a coward.

"Can you calm down and let things happen? We just had a great night after a long time, Lewis. Don't ruin this."

I don't know how I manage to finish the sentence. Lewis seems hesitant but nods slightly. I enter the bathroom before I have to hear his voice again.

The cold touch of the wooden door against my back makes me even more shivery, but I stay there, leaning for a few more seconds, still feeling him inside me.

That was my final attempt, the last approach I found that could potentially help me alleviate all of my agony and outrage.

I wanted to feel him inside me, to feel his love. I wanted him to prove to me that nothing had changed. I wanted to feel for him what I used to feel before being attacked by the person I thought was the love of my life.

Maybe if this doubt had dissipated, if I felt that nothing had changed and that I could really trust him again, then I would give up my decision and go back to him without thinking twice.

But that's not what happened.

I don't know who was with me in bed a few minutes ago, but it didn't seem like my husband.

We were stuck together, fused, sharing something as intimately as possible, yet I felt miles away from Lewis.

With every touch and every glance, the only thing that kept running through my mind was what he did to me, and what he did to her. The two of them together, just like we were a little while ago. And that made me understand that this feeling won't go away even if I wait for decades.

But at some point, I gave up trying to find something that would make me want to stay. At some point, I surrendered myself completely to him. For one last time. Without him knowing.

And honestly, I couldn't care less about how he felt about it.

I step under the running shower without waiting for the water to heat up. My warm body contrasts with the cold water, and I receive a shock that I needed.

The water runs through my body, taking away the last traces of him in me and the last traces of doubt in my mind.

Finally.

I decide to lie down next to him and postpone the feeling a little longer. I feel his body getting closer to mine, but fortunately, Lewis is satisfied with just the light contact of our arms together and doesn't go for a hug.

For some reason, I want to prolong this closeness. I want to engrave in my mind the sensation of his skin against mine, even though I am ready for a goodbye.

I stay there, motionless, waiting for any hint of regret within me for my final decision, but there is none.

I love Lewis like I never thought I would love anyone. I have lived extraordinary years by his side, and I have no regrets about anything.

Today it is finally clear that I did everything I could, and I know that I was the best wife I could be. But, even though I gave myself entirely and was the best partner, he did what he did. And, contrary to what I imagined, I am not at all to blame for it.

What Lewis did is about him and not about me. I could have done everything differently, but it would not have changed the outcome. I could not have prevented him from making such a decision.

I no longer feel guilty or inadequate. Only a great pain remains, but this time it's not accompanied by overwhelming doubts. Instead, there's relief and certainty that finally allow me to breathe.

Even if I did it behind him, I did what I had to do.

I feel exhausted, but I can't sleep for even a second. My stomach churns with anxiety over all the things going through my mind. It takes hours until I give up on trying to sleep and get up from the king-size bed.

I prepare my luggage before anything else. I know how heavy Lewis' sleep is, but even so, I do everything carefully and silently, without the slightest intention of waking him up at this moment.

I watch him sleep as I pack only the essentials into the suitcase.

I remember the day we arrived at this apartment, with the excitement and joy of starting a new life together in such a special place. The house was perfect for us, with everything we needed to build a happy home. Every corner of the apartment was filled with our essence, and the memories of the happy moments we spent here were abundant.

However, everything changed over time. Since the day I lived through the worst experience of my life here and all the things that came after, the happiness I felt in this place dissipated. Now it's hard to be in this apartment without feeling deep anguish, a suffocating sensation that takes hold of my chest. The once-welcoming house has become an oppressive environment.

Leaving here was already in our plans, but I never imagined that one day I would leave without Lewis by my side.

Carefully, I take the paperwork out of my bag and sit at the dining table, staring at the papers in my hand. Since I first got my hands on them a few days ago, I have already read every word in the document at least 200 times.

The house is completely silent. Sunlight is streaming through the large living room window, and though I know I don't have much time, I also know I can't rush what I need to do.

“Divorce Agreement”

Every time I read these words, the pain increases even more.

“Marriage is forever.” I've heard and kept these words inside me my whole life. I even spoke these words to Lewis hours before we got married.

It's a sacred contract, a serious promise that must be fulfilled by both parties until death do us part.

And we promised, we made vows, we swore before God and the state. We merged into one for eternity. And we did it with enough sobriety and happiness to believe it would be eternal.

I could never, not even for a second, imagine that all of this would end up on a white paper stained by tears and pen ink.

Despite having thought deeply and considered every aspect of my life and marriage in the last few days, even though I'm finally decided, it still hurts to the point of being almost unbearable.

I didn't want this, I didn't choose this, yet I feel like the worst part has fallen on my shoulders, not on the one who made mistakes.

I could have accepted anything except for dishonesty. That was the only thing I asked for, I didn't need anything else if I could trust my husband, but Lewis took that away from me.

And I can't spend the rest of my life with someone I don't trust anymore.

I hold the blue pen so tightly that my hand shakes.

I think of Lewis, who is peacefully asleep and doesn't expect what he'll find when he wakes up.

I should wait for him. We should talk about this like adults. I know I'm being cowardly and shouldn't act this way, but it was the only way I found to do this without getting even more hurt.

I don't know if he will sign it too, and I don't know if he will keep insisting on something that is already over, but all I want right now is to finish this as soon as possible. All I can do is do my part and hope that everything is quick and as painless as possible.

I analyze the entire document and check every detail of the agreement.

Our prenuptial agreement theoretically facilitates the division of everything and thus makes the dissolution of the marriage easier. Because of this, I feel more hopeful about this process going faster, since things become clear once we have an agreement on this since the day we got married. But I know it won't be as simple as signing a document. There is a lot at stake, especially for Lewis. This will go through every lawyer in town, there may be hearings, it could take an eternity, and just thinking about it already exhausts me.

My handwriting comes out a little different as I sign each paper of the document. Tears fall without ceremony, I don't even notice them at first. My broken heart can physically ache. I am bombarded by so many emotions that I couldn't even name them all. There is sadness, fear, pain, and anger, but there is also relief and hope. All of these things in equal measure, it's like I could explode with all the things passing through me.

But when I finish signing, it's like everything goes back to complete silence within me.

It all came to an end as I never imagined it would one day. And in the end, it's not him who receives forgiveness, it's myself.

Lewis is sleeping peacefully on his stomach, with no signs of waking up anytime soon. I sit down next to him, the lighting is low, but I can see every detail of his exposed skin. I place my hand on the middle of his back, touching the tips of my fingers carefully before placing my palm. Lewis sighs but remains unconscious.

I can't tell if I'm still crying, but the lump in my throat returns as soon as I feel him under my hand. His back rises and falls with each breath, and I spend some time analyzing every detail as if all of this wasn't already etched in my memory.

When I finally decide to leave, I place the papers on my side of the bed and leave the room, only taking my eyes off Lewis when the door closes.

I finally leave the apartment. I finally made the decision I needed to make.

-

The sunny weather in Milan makes me feel slightly better. The car drives through the quiet streets. Yet despite the calmness, I still feel my heart beating faster than usual.

“Do you know what you're going to do now?” Alessia breaks the silence in the car. Since I told her what I did, she hasn't said many words to me besides providing comfort. I don't think there's anything to be said at this moment that would make me think more than I already have in the past few days. I'm just happy with her presence.

“I'm going to spend the day with my best friend now. When I come back, maybe I'll rent a place to stay until everything is resolved. It's not like I want to go back to that apartment anyway.”

"Do you think he signed?”

I shrug.

“I hope so.” I look back outside the car. “Probably. Lewis knows that just me deciding to file for divorce means there's no turning back. I pushed myself to my limit for a reconciliation. Now it really has come to an end."

“And how are you feeling?”

“I'm fine. I don't think it has fully sunk in yet. I have some things to sort out before putting an end to all of this. Besides, I have to prepare myself. It may take months for everything to be resolved.”

Alessia doesn't take her gaze off me while I alternate mine between her and the streets of Milan.

We remain silent long enough to give me the impression that the conversation has ended.

“You're not going to leave Monaco, are you?” Her voice is low and she even seems a little embarrassed to ask me that.

“I haven't thought about it yet. But I don't think I can stay in Monaco. That place is microscopic, I'd see him everywhere.

"But it has become your home, our home. We dreamed of this, remember?”

I smile at her, remembering every step of when we did the craziest thing in our lives, giving up everything to live our dream in Monte Carlo. It would be really hard to disappoint my former self and leave this city behind. But I'm afraid it might be the only way to deal with all of this.

We don't take long to reach our final destination.

A large white hall without any sign on its facade is what awaits us. The glass doors show a few people walking inside. It's a simple place, an independent exhibition. Sometimes Alessia takes the hobby of finding new artists before anyone else very seriously.

She goes ahead while I stay in her shadow. I don't usually accompany her on her business trips, but any distraction is welcome right now.

“Oh. I didn't think I would find these people here. I mean, the boy is good, but God, this is surprising. Henry warned me to keep an eye on this guy.” She says as she walks around the small exhibition.

“What do you mean?!"

“Do you see that woman over there?” Alessia discreetly points to a lady at the end of the hallway. “Margaret Williams, one of the biggest art investors in the world. And let's just say she's far from being the most influential person here. For a 24-year-old boy in his second exhibition, I must say I'm impressed.”

“Well, you're here. That already means something too. You have the biggest gallery in Monaco. I'm sure this boy would kill to be there.”

“Taking into consideration the size of Monaco, that's not something so surprising.”

Alessia laughs at her own comment. I lightly tap her shoulder.

"I'll take a look around and see if I find the prodigy boy. Will you wait for me?" I nod in agreement. "I promise to finish quickly so we can enjoy Milan."

“It's okay. Take your time.”

After all, it was me who got myself involved in Alessia's work out of fear of staying at home.

I watch her walk for a few seconds before turning around and finding something to distract myself.

I would like to appreciate a work of art as I should, but I have no imagination or patience to see what everyone seems to admire. I leave this activity to Alessia.

I walk through the bright hall with no intention of lingering on anything. I stop to analyze some works, but it doesn't last long.

"Y/n. What a nice surprise!"

Hearing his voice makes my stomach turn before I even turn to him.

Matteo has a smile on his face as he looks me up and down.

Hell no. What are the chances?!

I look around him, searching for the girl, but I don't find her nearby and assume that Matteo is alone.

Too soon.

“Matteo. How are you?” I try not to let my reaction show on my face.

“I'm doing good. Yeah.”

“What brings you here?”

He puts one hand in his trouser pocket, his protruding belly making the task seem a little more difficult than it is.

"I have a house a few blocks away. We're spending a few days here. I decided to come to the exhibition. You know I like art, and this boy seems to be pretty good."

So she's here?! The possibility of running into Jordyn is enough to make me want to run away from here.

“Oh. I see” I swallow hard and look around for anything to get me out of this conversation.

“What about you? Is Lewis around here? I bet you guys are enjoying these last days of the break, hum.”

The tone in her voice disgusts me.

“Oh no, I came with a friend, but I'll be heading back to Monaco soon.”

Matteo finally seems to realize that there isn't much more to get from this conversation. We know each other, but we never exchanged many words. Everything always boiled down to Lewis. And that's not a subject that interests me at the moment.

He nods before starting to move. Matteo comes closer to me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“If Lewis focuses a little more on what he actually needs, maybe he'll do better this year."

He says before moving away. I don't force a smile at the man. I look at him uncertainly. I don't know if Matteo knows what happened or if he said that because he's afraid of what another bad year will do to his investments.

I follow the opposite direction of Matteo. I search for Alessia with my eyes but give up calling her when I notice that she is engaged in a conversation. I climb a staircase placed at the back of the hall and come across a small terrace. I'm happy with the discovery. I can hide for some time at least.

Only a guy is standing there, the cigarette burning between his fingers.

I stand next to him and try to avoid going to him and asking for one. But I look at the Camel and feel the urge for its nicotine.

“Scusa. Puoi darmi una sigaretta?”

The guy stares at me before smiling.

He takes the pack out of his pocket and hands me one of the cigarettes, then helps me light it with his lighter.

“Grazie.”

I take a drag from the cigarette before moving away from the boy. I sit on one of the benches before reaching for my phone.

I expected to have many messages from Lewis waiting for me. But I only find one.

“Is that really what you want?”

I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't want to see him insisting, but anyway, this single message hurts me a little

I stare at the message for some time. I scroll up our conversation screen several times, trying to find the past, trying to remember how things used to be when everything seemed easier and more beautiful.

I read some 'I love yous' and all the 'what time will you be back?' messages I sent. I go through photos from trips, baby clothes, and all the conversations we had in the early hours of the morning when we were far from each other.

How did we get here? When was the exact moment of rupture? The loss of our child? His infidelity? When do we stop caring?

They told me I should wait for the moment when my marriage would "cool off", they told me it was normal. But this is not normal. Indifference cannot exist, and it cannot be treated as something usual.

Maybe the mistakes started long before all the turbulence we went through. Maybe the mistakes started when we stopped caring. But we ignored it and got here, To the end.

I type the messages calmly as the smoke from the cigarette invades my lungs.

"I think I made that clear."

"Just talk to your lawyer."

The door slams shut, and the boy is no longer there. But another person enters the space. The last person I would like to see at the moment.

She backs up a bit when she notices me but doesn't go back, she walks a few steps closer to me.

I remain seated, still smoking as I look at her.

The daylight allows me to see the person in front of me better. I thought I would feel bad when I saw her again, but I don't feel anything.

I stand up and walk past her to the ashtray. I leave the remaining cigarette there and walk towards the door. But her voice stops me from going any further.

“You left him, didn't you?!” I turn to face her. Jordyn looks at me. “At least that would be the right thing to do.”

“Oh yeah?! And why is that?”

I step closer to her, my heels making me taller than the woman.

"He likes me, Y/n. It wouldn't make sense to continue with him after what we had.”

She seems to be serious. I don't know the girl, but I can feel that there is indeed some feeling coming from her. And that makes me laugh.

"It wasn't you who destroyed my marriage. He did to you what he would have done to anyone else. But that doesn't make me hate you any less or think of you as anything more than a cheap slut."

She seems shaken after hearing what I said.

I notice her biting her cheek before speaking again.

“It was much more than weeks, Y/n. How do you think the bracelet ended up there? I knew he wouldn't have the courage to leave you.” Jordyn takes a few steps back before continuing. “Not after what happened.”

Her comment makes me even more alert.

“He told me everything. That you can't keep his baby no matter what. That’s fucked up girl.”

My heart breaks even more with her words. I can't imagine how Lewis would be capable of doing something like that. I hope and try to believe that it's all just a lie. That she found this out in some other way that wasn't from him.

"Shut the fuck up, You don't know anything.” I whisper.

"The resentment was so huge that I really didn't understand how he went back to you every night. I gave him what he needed and in return, I received promises. Believe what you want, Y/n.”

My chest burns with anger. I turn around and try to walk away before I do something I'll regret, but she keeps talking.

"At least you stayed quiet as you should. Good thing you understand what I could do to you." She laughs. "He did tell me that you were a domesticated slut."

I only realize what I did when I feel the burning in my palm. The woman's turned face is covered by loose strands of hair. A moment of silence fills the space.

The small red dots begin to appear on her face. In just a few seconds, it's already clear that the slap will leave a mark. Her teary eye shows shock. I'm also shocked by what I did, but I can't deny that the sensation was fucking awesome.

"Go ahead. I can't wait to see what you're going to do with that."

I leave the outside area afraid of what I might continue to do if I stay here.

Jesus, I just hit a fucking child.

I quickly walk over to Matteo. My breathing is fast and I'm so nervous that I feel my whole body shaking.

When I get close enough, I hit his chest with my hand. The impact is not strong, but my hand burns even more. He looks at me scared.

“You can be many things, but naive is not one of them. You know what's going on, don't you?! You know you have a gold-digging whore as a fiancée.”

I try to contain my voice, but I'm not sure if I succeed.

He puts his hand around my wrist and holds it gently.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your little fiancée is sleeping with my husband.”

Matteo's eyes shift from mine towards the door behind me. I can hear her footsteps, but I don't move to look at her.

I keep my eyes fixed on Matteo's, who soon turns his gaze back to mine.

"What have you done, Y/n?"

"Less than she deserves, for sure." I take my hand away from his grasp. "Do whatever you want, I don't give a shit anymore.”

I move away from Matteo and leave the hall.

My only concern is if anyone besides the three of us noticed anything.

There are no more choked tears or imminent sadness, I feel like laughing just remembering the sound of my hand slapping her face.

It's like I've acquired a thick shell. I don't think I can be shocked anymore by the things I discover, nor do I think I can be hurt more by Lewis.

Maybe I'm becoming more immune to a broken heart. Or maybe I'm just fed up with suffering for someone like him.

At least I found out, the real Lewis did this to me.

Author’s note: Let me know if you liked the slap hahaha. I thought a lot about whether I should include it or not.

The next chapter will be the last one😢. I'm happy to be finishing this story, even though I've loved every comment from you guys. But I'll save the love declarations for the next chapter haha. I hope to be able to post it real soon. Thanks for the love and I hope you enjoyed it.

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[sunsetloverrsss]

Let it snow

December 2020

Evie woke up that Tuesday morning earlier than daniel as per usual those last couple months during quarantine since she had to teach her class. Glancing out the window of their apartment they shared together she saw it was snowing. Usually when Evie saw snow she'd be over the moon happy it was her favourite but not this time she wasn't in the mood.

Pushing it aside even continued about her morning which consisted of feeding oreo and taking her medication in the hopes of preventing the flare up happening that she knew was coming and no amount pain meds would stop it. Though her only hope was to prolong it. She chose a simple breakfast that morning of just some yoghurt and fruit before she settled down infant of her computer for the day.

As daniel awoke and got up he to also noticed the weather he knew it should bring a smile to Evie's face. He walked into the kitchen with a pep in his step looking forward to seeing Evie. "Hey good sweetie how are you feeling" he asked her giving her a pack on the forhead. " yeh I'm okay just a little crampy. I'm done work for the day it was just a quick check with the kids" she smiled at him. In the 3 years Daniel has known Evie he was surprised she wasn't more happy over the idea of it snowing outside. Though then he also knew she had alot going on at the moment.

He walked over to the counter hopped onto it and he started to eat an apple. He figured he'd bring it into the conversation. "Sooo I see it's snowing outside you must be happy" he said to her in-between bites. She glanced at him and give him a small smile before mumbling "yeh I guess it's nice". That was it daniel knew the last few couple months had been hard on her not being able to see her family bit also she had been in alot of pain and suffering alot of flare ups since her endometriosis surgery's kept getting canceled due to covid. Daniel knew she wasn't doing good and I pained him to see her in pain. He knew he had to try and do something to atleast get her smiling for awhile.

That's when he jumped of the counter and grabbed Evie by the arm and dragged her over to their door. He didn't say anything and she was very confused. "Daniel what are you doing" she asked questionably as Daniel picked her hat gloves and scarf up and put them on her. Next was her jacket he zipped it up the whole way before taking a step back and looking at her. "You look beautiful my little squishy marshmallow" he said to her jokingly. Evie laughed back as daniel put on his winter gear too. "Come on" he said to her dragging her outside.

Daniel and Evie stood outside when he turned to her. "Look at this isn't it amazing its your favourite time of the year Evie. I want you to forget about everything for awhile and just enjoy this" he said to her seriously. "Okay I will" she replied as she bent down and formed a snowball in her hand. "Don't you dare THROW THAT AT ME EVIE" he shouted at her happily. She didn't listen and threw it at his arm. "Oh that's it your on" he replied also throwing one at her. "DANNY" she shouted. Next minute she just burst into a fit of laughter.

Daniel walked over to her smothering her in a hug. Evie continued to laugh along with Daniel. He gave her the best hugs it was one of her favourite this about him. Daniel was so happy the hear Evie laughing even if it was only for a short while he knew she needed this. She needed to be able to forget about her endometriosis and everything relating to covid at the moment. "So how about we go build a snowball danny" she said looking up to him. " I think that would be a very good idea." He replied before he got to pull away fully Evie pulled him back. "Thanks for this Dan I really needed it and thanks for always knowing what I need I know sometimes I can be a handful." She said to him "Hey your welcome and you know your never a handful to me all I care about is hearing you laugh. I love you" he replied. "I love you too. Now let's go make that snow man" Evie said enthusiasticly

Enjoy this short little blurb. As always send in and questions you have I'll be happy to answer. Anything at all. 🥰

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[extinctspino]

could you do a wednesday x trans Masc!gorgon!reader where the reader gets bullied but wednesday didn’t know he was trans until it’s pointing out by a bully and she defends him ?

Bullied

Pairing: Wednesday x TransMascGorgonReader

Wordcount:640

Warnings: Transphobia, bullying

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At first you tried keeping the fact that you were trans secret. You wanted a normal life but the universe just wouldn't give in.

You had a couple of friends like Enid or Xavier, even Wednesday stood by your side sometimes.

You didn't tell anyone at Nevermore that you were trans but somehow some people still found out.

Unfortunately for you it reached the wrong friendgroup.

You were just minding your own business when out of nowhere you were harshly shoved against a wall.

Normally you weren't the type to keep quiet or do nothing about it but your new found bullies blackmailed you.

You weren't embarrassed of being who you are but you didn't want the spotlight on you so you never told anyone about what was happening.

You wish you could just rip your hat off of your head and let your snakes do their job but that would make everything so much worse.

"So you think you're a man huh? Well guess what!?" The main bully punched you right in the liver. "You'll never be a man, look at you, you're worthless!"

You were still gasping for air. The liver is the worst place to get punched in. "Hold 'him' in place." He made sure to prolong the 'him' to show sarcasm.

Two of his goons grabbed your arms and held them back as the main bully cracked his knuckles, getting ready for another punch.

You screwed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for another painful beating.

And BAM, first hit.

"Shittt." You cursed, second hit.

You screamed out in pain after the third hit. He was using you as a punching bag at this point.

You were nearly in tears but you refused to let them fall.

"Leave him alone right fucking now." Wow, you had never heard Wednesday curse before.

"What if I don't, what're you gonna do then, princess?" Wednesday was already furious when she saw you getting bullied but him calling her princess?! He's dead.

Without warning Wednesday sprung forward and punched him right in the jaw. He fell to the ground with a grunt.

The goons who were holding you up dropped you on the ground and tried to fight Wednesday.

Wednesday easily blocked and dodged all of their punches before catching one's fist and using it to hit the other one.

The one who got hit fell on top of top of the other one who was laying on the ground.

The last one gave up and started pleading but an Addams never shows mercy.

Wednesday pulled her leg back and the guy's reflexes were too late because her foot came back with the force of the entire universe and kicked him right in the balls.

And all of that without even breaking a sweat. She pulled you up and off the ground. You wiped the dirt off of your clothes.

"Wednesday, don't look at me for one second please."

Wednesday obliged since she knew what you were planning.

You pulled your hat off and your bullies were stupid enough to look at the snakes that were attached to your head.

"NO-" Their screams were cut off since they turned into solid rock.

You sighed in pure satisfaction and put your hat back on, making sure every one of your snakes were in there.

"You can look." Wednesday turned back around and let a small smirk take over her face when she saw the stoned figures.

"Thank you by the way." You smiled in embarrassment.

"A-and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about... you know." You didn't want to meet her eyes so you looked at the ground.

"It's quite alright." Her response made you lift your head up with a small smile.

"Let's go, I don't want to be left alone with Enid again." Wednesday started walking away and you ran after her while laughing.

You were happy that she stood up for you. And it was so fun seeing her beat up your bullies for you.

#Wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday the series #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday addams show #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #netflix wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday show

[eggtartz]

a/n : im lowkey venting in my fics wha-

summary : draken snaps at you when you asked for his help, slight angst but with comfort!

wc : 1178

[10.00pm]

it was night time and you were waiting for draken to come home from his shop. he did called that he's gonna be a little late so you did all the chores including feeding the cats you owned and the laundry. you were exhausted doing chores from morning and had a sore back but if you didn't do the chores, the house is going to be messy and unorganized. you never minded doing all these chores without draken's help although some days the chores are getting overwhelming.

sometimes you actually don't want to take any rest as there was still unfinished chores to do. there were some days where you overworked yourself and got a fever but you still did everything you could before draken got home from his work. you always thought yeah you were tired but he must be more tired so you must finish the chores before he gets home.

today, the chores wasn't too much but you had to cook dinner and went to multiple shops to buy some food supply for the cats too. you also had to take the bus because draken was too busy.

while doing the laundry in the laundry room, you heard a click of the door indicating draken has come home. you threw the shirt you were hanging and sprinted towards him then launching yourself to demand a hug from him. he hugged you back but the hug lasted for 5,6 seconds? you were confused as he softly pushed you away while he disappear into your shared bedroom after he mumbled a "im tired" under his breath.

you stood there, still confused. nonetheless, you finished the laundry as fast as you could and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for draken. he took a long time showering but he showed up to the dinner table. you beamed at him but he didn't even looked you. huh, you thought maybe he was too tired.

after eating in silence, draken took his plate and washed it and went to bed. you did the same and stored away the food in the fridge. you heard the cats meowing for food but your hands were still lathered in soap so you called for draken in the room. "ken? ken, could you feed the cats?"

no respond.

"draken? drakennn the cats are demanding food can you be so kind and give them the food my hands are soapy"

again, no respond.

"ryugujii" you prolonged his name while still cleaning the dishes, unknowing that he was stomping his foot and was angry his peace was interrupted.

"damn it y/n can't i have one minute of rest? must you bother me over something that you could've done?"

"what? ken im still doing the dishes but the cats are hungry i just asked for your hel-"

"i don't care about the cats, im fucking tired and can't even rest in my own house!" furiously he grabbed the container containing cat food flying across the room. the cats already has fled to safety under the table leaving you and draken under thick tension. your hands were shaking as you never saw draken as angry like this. yes, he had days when he was tired but he never went.. psychical like this.

with a shaky voice you said "well, im sorry i was in your way of resting. how about you go and sleep? you look like you need it-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he turned his heels and went back to your shared room, slamming the door in the process. you almost fell, your knees were wobbly but the cat food scattered needed to be cleaned so you reached for the nearest broom and swept every single piece. after a while of sweeping, you called the cats to eat and while scratching their heads you sat down with them and cried.

one of the cat bumped their head on your hand and you sniffed. you smiled a little, thinking

the cat wants attention but had no idea you were feeling sad. you gave every single cat a whole hearted meal and they left you in the kitchen. you were contemplating either to enter the bedroom or sleep on the sofa. it was cold that night and your back was in pain so sleeping on the sofa might make it worse but at this point you think draken might need to cool off.

you took a spare pillow and blankets from the old cupboard and make your way to the couch. it was uncomfortable to sleep there but the floor might be a much worst option. you did your best to fall asleep as the discomfort of your aching back came so again you cried. you cried so much that you fell asleep due to crying and exhaustion.

[2.00am]

draken's pov

okay fuck now what? i swear i was exhausted but after the burst with y/n i couldn't sleep. was she outside? where did she slept? y/n always had problems getting comfortable to sleep so she should already be in bed here with me but it's been hours and there's no sign of her. with a heavy sigh i rose from the bed and went to look for her only to find her sleeping on the sofa. clumsy y/n she must have accidentally slept here i thought while smiling.

my smile immediately fell when i saw the tear stains in her cheek and her eyes were puffy. i felt a pang of guilt. here she is, the love of my life doing everything in the house without my help and yet when she asked for help i just snapped at her like that. what a selfish boyfriend i am.

i carried her body into our bedroom and laid her down while she hummed in content. she must be tired as well, i'll call inupi and tell him im taking the day off tomorrow. my y/n needs some rest.

settling down on my side of the bed, i felt her body stirred and felt her gaze on me. i cupped her cheeks with my hands and kissed her forehead. "im sorry, im so sorry" i whispered.

i felt her starting to cry again and i quickly wiped the tears away while hugging her warm figure. she thankfully hugged me back and heard her mumbling apologies repeatedly in between her sobs. i kept saying that it's not her fault and that's it's okay while rubbing her back. after a while she calmed down and fell asleep on my chest.

i laid her down again and spooned her from behind. i stroked her hair while she was snoring softly and kissed her head repeatedly saying how much i love her and how much i regretted treating her like this. perhaps, breakfast in bed tomorrow would be a good start for her day. i reached for my phone that was on the nightstand and typed out multiple recipes of pancakes. yeah, i should definitely do this more often for her.

a/n : im writing this while doing chores y'all

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

* kicks the door * HELLO, how are you doing tonighttt? may I request something spicy with some RoR characters? (your choice, i just ask for Buddha and kojiro please, please, please. <3) you write so so good for them and I'm a touched starved lonely human, thank you so much in advance. <3

My door!! But I gotchu! This is going to be a continuation of my previous HC ‘Confidence Booster.’

Buddha

-“I’m going to devour you!�� your breath hitched only slightly, looking down at him, cheeks flushed red and he grinned devilishly up at you, a glint in his eyes as he squeezed the fat of your thigh a bit more before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. Your hands were braced against your closet door, face turning more and more red but your breath coming out a bit harsher. You felt the hot puffs of air on the apex of your thighs, his glasses fogging up just slightly as he opened his mouth, biting down on your thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough that you felt it, making a squeak leave you.

-Buddha’s free hand moved to your dress, pulling it up just enough so he could see your pale pink panties, his mouth left your thigh, tongue lolling over his dull teeth marks before his grin widened. Before you could blink he lunged forward, using his grip on your thigh to pull you up a bit more, his nose and mouth meeting your crotch, inhaling deeply before exhaling harshly through his mouth. Goosebumps quickly appeared all over your body and before you could protest his tongue was quick to exit and press over the damp spot of your panties, feeling your clit hidden behind the thin pink fabric.

-A strangled moan left you as one of your hands went to the top of his head, a breathy plea of his name was the only thing on your lips. He groaned deeply, a sound that seemed to electrocute your brain as you threw your head back as his mouth seemed to open wider as his other hand quickly snaked up your other leg and hauled you up, your legs around his neck and he dove in, licking, slurping and letting out groans of want. Your cries of pleasure was making him loose control, his fingers gripping your thighs a bit tighter, the slight pain making your back arch but all your core was telling you that you wanted more.

-A shredding sound was heard, and you flinched only slightly, feeling the chill on your core as he pulled away from only a moment, tearing your panties from your body. He instantly surging forward again, his long tongue instantly killing your complaints as you all but screamed out his name. he chuckled against your core, wiggling his tongue deep within you, his eyes peeking up at your flushed face, you looked disheveled, you never looked more beautiful!

-He felt your thighs squeezing his head and he only went harder, slurping up any essence your body was giving, you tasted better than any candy or any sweet he had ever had. A hungry growl escaped him and you squeaked, looking down at him as he smirked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. His tongue flicked out, flicking against your clit, making you jolt before he licked his lips, “Give me everything, Y/N.” before his tongue went deep, stroking hard against that special sweet spot inside. Your eyes quickly rolled to the back of your head as you let out a shriek, your ankles locking around his neck, thighs nearly decapitating him, but he would have wanted no other way to die.

-You were gasping as he stroked you through your orgasm, prolonging it. When he pulled away, he moved his torso up, to pick you up, your legs going around his waist, a smirk appearing as he felt your thighs twitching before laid you on your bed. He licked his lips again as you looked up at him, seeing his mouth and chin shiny, which made your cheeks burn before he removed his tank top, leering down at you, “Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetness. I know you’ve got more in you.” Your hands lifted to your cheeks as they burned, watching him disrobe while he leered down at you like you were a piece of candy, one that he was going to devour but savory.

Kojiro

-“Guess I’ll need to prove this to you, so you never have to question your confidence again. Now your endurance, I’ll have you questioning that very quickly.” He grinded again, making another moan tear from your throat as he finally attacked. His mouth quickly met yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, harsh pants from both of you quickly made the room warm. He pulled away with a soft growl, his eyes meeting yours and you felt yourself tense as you saw the intensity in his eyes. He kissed you once more, slowly, deeply, and you felt yourself melting, eyes softening which made him smile against your lips.

-When Kojiro pulled away, you felt breathless, gasping for air, chest heaving; Kojiro smiled fondly down at you, pure adoration in his eyes before he leaned up a bit, giving your pinned wrists a slight squeeze, “Keep these here, Y/N.” his tone and voice were both soft, but you swallowed slightly, knowing it was an order and your hands gripped the blanket that was hanging off of your bed. He smiled, seeing you following his orders as he pulled back, pulling his red haori off followed by the top part of his hakama, leaving him topless.

-He grinned, feeling flattered when he saw you lick you lips, “You flatter me, dear one.” You wiggled your hips, as one leg was still around his hips and he froze only for a moment, hissing as he felt your cunt grind against his cock. You other leg was quick to join, trapping him and he chuckled softly, his hands meeting your knees and stroked downwards, down the back of your thighs to your rear, pulling you up a bit. You bit your lip demurely, eyes sparkling up at him with delight and he grinned before his hands slapped the back of your thighs, hard enough to make you jolt, a squeak leaving you before he stroked where he struck you, feeling your smooth thighs, his breath coming in a bit harsher, licking his lips as he stared down at you.

-His hands stretched down further and his hands filled with the globes of your ass, giving a harsh squeeze, just a sliver of pain filling you as you let out a soft moan. Using your ass he hauled you up, so his still covered dick started to grind against your clothed pussy, stroking long and hard, the fabric catching your clit. Your back arched as you moaned out his name, biting your bottom lip as you let out a whine, wanting more as he humped against you, watching your body jerk from his thrusts, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple as he was trying to focus on you, and not his own pleasure, no matter how good it felt to rut against you.

-Your hands gripped the blanket harder, crying out for your lover, wanting more, you wanted to reach down to press against that little jewel to bring you to your peak, but you wanted to be a good girl for Kojiro, as his punishments could be cruel, when he wanted to be, usually teasing and edging you for what felt like hours, you just wanted your release so badly!

-His name fell from your lips like a chant, begging him and he breathed in deeply, blood rushing through his body, his heart in his ears. He quickly pulled back, slapping your thigh again when you cried out in anguish before one of his hands quickly went down the front of your panties and you nearly shrieked as two of his fingers quickly entered you. A deep groan escaped him, feeling how wet you were, his fingers quickly finding your magic button and attacked with strong, fast strokes. Kojiro licked his lips once more, leaning over you a bit, “C’mon Y/N, c’mon-c’mon-c’mon!!” a shriek left you as you instantly tensed, gushing around his fingers but his stroking didn’t let up, continuing his harsh space, dragging out your orgasm and you nearly choked as his pace sent you immediately into a second one, squirting around his fingers and hand.

-Kojiro hummed deeply, peppering your cheeks and neck with soft kisses, whispering praising in you ears as you whimpered through your second orgasm, his pace slowing down. When he pulled his hand away he couldn’t help but grin down at you, after sitting up, bringing his hand to lick away the essence, a soft groan leaving him. You looked up at him through slightly teary eyes and he grinned, a glint in his eyes, “Now then, let’s get to the main event.” You tried to protest, begging for a break, but when his thumb caught against your clit again, your breath hitched and he chuckled, “I told you, Y/N, I’m going to make you question your endurance. I’m not stopping until you faint!”

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror sasaki kojiro

[tiredflowercrown]

sunrise

I did it!! @shouldwemaybe I did it!! For you! And @panthera-tigris-venenata of course

Ben takes a deep breath, trying and failing to not heavily lean on Leighton, before moving outside. The brighter lighting nearly blinding him before he gets his bearings. She tugs him along forcing him to push through the pain.

“Suck it up, we have to move.” Leighton grits out, clearly struggling with his prolonged weight on her.

He attempted to pull himself together before traveling through the forest. The roots seem to jump out and trip him while the shifting patches of light made everything blur together. He was struggling to move faster than a stumble when they both fell to the ground.

Leighton hissed, her face scrunched in pain. For a few brief moments it appeared as if the ground was where they were staying before she gritted her teeth and began getting up. Something about her ankle didn’t look right and when she put weight on it, it buckled.

“Fuck”

She tried a different method of getting up, relying on the opposite leg before helping Ben up.

“Come on, we have to keep moving.”

“You just hurt your ankle horribly and you’re just acting like its nothing?”

“It’s not the worst injury I've had and if we don’t keep moving it will seem like child play to the other injuries I'll have. Now move.”

Ben stared at Leighton, at her sucken dead looking eyes, at her clammy pallor skin, at the unmistakable fear lining her entire being. She was just a kid, that was plain to see. He doubted that she was older than 12. And she had that much fear over helping him. It was just occurring to him that she very well could be risking her life to try and save his. Ben starts to move.

Together they traverse through the forest, slower but still somehow making a good pace. When a shack appears amidst the trees, Leighton almost seems excited, urging on towards it. Perhaps this was the Escape that she had mentioned earlier. But when she pounded on the door, something told him that wasn’t the case.

“Michelle! I’m calling in the favor!” Leighton yelled continuously banging on the door, bracing both herself and him against the wall.

The door swings open and a woman stands there, glaring at the two of them while bouncing a crying child.

“What do you think you are doing? I had just gotten her down. I know you don’t care about others but it doesn't make me want to help you more.” Her voice was cold and scathing yet quiet, still trying to calm the child.

“Michelle, look at him. Really look at him. He needs to get to the Escape and now.”

“Fuck. Maeve I assume?”

“Who Else. I fucked my ankle up,” Leighton hesitated, seemingly struggling to find the words. “I can’t make it there with him by myself. We’ll both be caught and then we are as good as dead.” She gritted her teeth and tensed her shoulders before staring the other down.

“Give me a moment.” Michelle turned, walking into the house while calming the child in soft tones.

Leighton helped him in, leading him over to a rundown set of chairs. He leaned back in the chair grateful for the rest. The area was bare, yet clearly lived in. A blanket on the ground with a stuffed animal on it. A stack of medicinal and herbal books on the kitchen counter. The scratches and drawings on the walls. They all pointed towards this being a home, but that made no sense to him.

Where were the pictures? The toys? The signs that there was a family here? Ben couldn’t comprehend how there was a family here, how there was a child living here.

After a few minutes Michelle walked back into the room, a mound of fabric wrapped around her body. She moved towards him, adjusting her shoulders and looking him up and down.

“So you’re the king. You don’t look like much. Both Maeve and the Isle do that to people. But you look far worse than most. I assume that's due to Auradon though.”

She moved, grabbing two smaller books and an old worn out ace bandage. Pausing, she stared at the blanket until she shook her head and strode over to Leighton, accessing her ankle. Poking and moving the foot around until she seemed satisfied. Letting out a deep sigh, Michelle grabbed the baby blanket and used it to splint Leighton’s ankle.

“That should hold until we get there. Ready?”

Leighton just stared at her before getting up, hesitantly putting pressure on her foot, nodding at the lessened pain. Together they helped him up, it wasn’t until that moment that Ben realized the mound of fabric on her back was holding the child, covering them almost entirely with only the slightest peak of a face seen.

They trudged along, leaving the house and moving back into the forest. Only this time he could see gold paint marked along some trees, a path of some sorts. What seems like hours later, they escape the forest stumbling onto a deserted road. Dozens of dilapidated houses and shacks along this street and connecting roads. But as they moved closer, there was only one with a gold painted door. A multi-storied house with boarded up windows each marked a line of gold paint.

Every continued step became harder and harder. The fatigue and pain that had been constant all day was becoming unbearable. His movements were growing more and more sluggish. Michelle glanced at him, pink hair falling in her eyes.

“Shit. We’re losing him. Ginny! Marsaili!”

The sound of a door swinging open and hurried footsteps proceeded by multiple sets of hands touching him set him in a panic. Thrashing and pulling away from everyone. A hand went to the back of his neck and he immediately went limp. Dark curls covered his vision as a woman quickly examined him.

“Grab him Mars. It’ll be easier than walking the rest of the way.” The woman said, never looking at his face.

It was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

When he next came to, it was in a barren bed with Mal by his side.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

#disney descendants #sals isle lore #ben descendants #leighton rourke #ginny gothel #Marsaili mim #michelle mim #descendants

[ogdoadfates]

This is a little all over the place but I’ve been dieing to write at least something while I’m so busy with art fight, commissions and all the other things happening this july, so have some percahllia in my Potions and Trinkets au!

One thing Vex noticed rather quickly after getting to know Percy was that he rarely showed much skin but after a while and some rather interesting events, she got to see why. He’s covered in scars, something she didn’t expect to find under the shirt of the tinkerer. A few here and there sure but as she retraces a scar marring his chest she knows that there is more to his story then what he’s revelived to her.

Of course he’s told her some, not all though. Vex can guess where some are from, a murderous betrayers knife finding its way long ago into a frightened boy's side, a horrendous fall into a rapid filled with dagger sharp rocks that granted him his escape in exchange for his blood. Still there are gaps to his story that she only has mysterious echos of mangled flesh to help her puzzle together.

As Percy’s work worn fingers trace over a scar marring her side, she’s reminded she herself doesn’t have room to talk when it comes to revealing stories. In fact she’s probably accidentally told Keyleth more than she’s told Percy, which brings up a thought.

“Does Keyleth know how you got these?” She asks as she lightly drags her fingers over a particularly large puckering scar on his waist. As his brow furrows with discomfort she’s quick to add. “I’m not asking for details on where you got them just if she knows.”

Though his brow stays furrowed it’s no longer uncomfortable but rather in thought. “I believe I’ve told her. I was rather delirious when we first met, I’m not even sure how much I told her.” He takes a deep breath in, his eyes take a slow glance around the room till they make their way back to hers. “She knows a great deal, enough to where she knows me better than myself I feel.”

“Keyleth does seem to have an innate ability to get people to ramble their life stories.” Vex mumbles causing Percy to laugh and what a delightful sound it is. It’s such a beautiful noise and her heart gives off a joyful yet pained pang, it’s one born of happiness of hearing this cherished sound more and more often but with the saddening note of how many years the sound has been lost to the world.

“That she does.” He says looking to the ceiling with a gaze miles and miles away from their place on his bed but it isn’t in the tortured way she usually finds him in, where he’s locked in a time long ago rather it’s one of a sad yet happy fondness. In some ways the expression reminds her of the day the two of them finally stopped dancing around each other, the only difference being shy bashfulness had replaced this sadness. “Does it bother you?”

The sudden question startles Vex out of her prolonged staring. “What do you mean?” She asks, her voice thick with confusion. It’s not like Keyleth explicitly asks or bugs people into telling her their life stories, it’s more so a thing that just happens so it’s not like it bothers her.

“That I’ve not told you everything.” He’s looking into her eyes with a cautious intensity that she hasn’t seen directed her way from him in a long while, it gives her pause for but a moment till she bursts into giggles. She can feel the man besides her confusion but she really can’t help but laugh.

“Darling, I’ve barely told you of my own past, I feel I’d be a bit of a hypocrite if I disliked the fact you haven’t told me everything, not to mention I wouldn’t be here as often as I am if I had a problem with it!”  She knows he fully understands her meaning as she sees the blush overcome his now smirking face.

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