#again!! he gave everything he could freely and what did he leave for himself

[criminalamnesia]

HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3💗!

thank you so much!🫶 im glad you’ve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)

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simon didn’t turn to watch you leave the gym.

he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.

he didn’t blame you for your anger— he couldn’t. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.

but he couldn’t take everything lying down.

did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yes— and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldn’t you understand?

he’d never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.

he had been burned and broken too many times. he’d seen the people he loved murdered because of him.

he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.

but there were some you’d never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadn’t. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldn’t give freely. he told himself it was because he couldn’t stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.

but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happened— and that’s what got him here.

simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.

and when someone you trust so deeply, someone you’ve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?

you can’t help but believe them. and that’s what simon did.

the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.

and all the signs pointed to you.

and although he didn’t want to, simon couldn’t help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.

price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.

johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if you’d leaked information.

then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldn’t be so bad.

simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what you’d said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.

maybe it was pride. simon wasn’t trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadn’t seen it sooner; angry he’d let you in at all.

but maybe it was hurt. hurt that you’d done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything they’d been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simon’s bed and whispering you loved him.

all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.

and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasn’t proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldn’t see his side of things— not like he could see yours.

so, he was an ass. he didn’t apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.

and he told you that he’d spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadn’t done worse.

even if he’d smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and that’s why some part of him held back.

he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.

but he couldn’t stand the fact that you couldn’t understand why he’d done what he did.

the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.

it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.

the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.

“this is a bloody mess,” the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.

“doc came and saw me earlier, ‘fore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.”

simon didn’t speak. price’s eyes met his, and he sighed again.

“fuckin’ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.”

“doesn’t matter what I say,” simon spoke, eyes still on the captain “they won’t fuckin’ listen.”

price shook his head. “that’s not true, ‘nd we both know it,” he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.

“spoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said she’ll try to speed up the transfer process. tryin’ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightin’ it any longer.”

“they’re part of our team,” simon spoke, tone rough.

price shook his head. “they are, but I can’t keep doin’ this. can’t keep pushin’ off transferin’ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.”

the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.

he didn’t have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.

“laswell say anythin’ else about tha’ transfer?” simon asked.

price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “not much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt she’d tell us. for their sake.”

simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.

“she did say she didn’t know if it would go through. they’d have to pass another eval.”

they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didn’t believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldn’t outwardly say it, but price had known what she’d meant.

pushing the transfer through wouldn’t matter if you couldn’t pass a physical and psychological evaluation— and laswell didn’t think you could.

although he wouldn’t admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.

but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.

an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.

you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.

damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything you’d done for both of them during your service.

you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldn’t make that any clearer.

he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before you’d left.

‘you should have killed me.’

maybe he should have.

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[feyascorner]

Astarion who gets a cat after his lover succumbs to time.

He’s lost most of his desires for companionship. He prefers to lounge around what was your shared home all day, reading or taking care of things you left behind—like plants or belongings that need consistent attention. He remains as put together as he’s always been. Clean clothes, perfect hair, and a neat home. However, he doesn't dare to go into your room. No, that’s something he's silently sworn to never touch, fearing that he might taint the last of your mark on this cursed world.

He doesn't go out much anymore. He doesn't really see the point when you're not there to make the adventures truly fun. When you're not there to pull him out of stupid decisions like you always have.

So instead, a visitor comes to him each day. It’s a mangy thing, this cat. A bit chubby with legs on the shorter side, but by the gods if the thing isn't capable of jumping higher than his height. The first time he sees it loitering around his house, Astarion approaches it because its fur is the same shade as your hair. Quickly he realizes the thing hates him, because it practically attacks him with its claws.

Still, as time goes on, it begins to grow on him. No matter how many times he shoos it off, it comes back (albeit angrier) and wanders until Astarion feeds it a fish. Eventually, the cat is able to walk freely inside the home too, and Astarion won't freak out about the fur getting everywhere.

The cat is his only friend—if you could call it that. It sits beside him as he reads, paces alongside him as he cleans the house, and Astarion finds himself petting the damn thing while it sleeps. He still hasn't given it a name, and calls it “cat” which it doesn't seem to mind.

One day, it wanders into your room. Astarion freaks at first, suddenly yelling at it for to leave, but seeing the poor thing shrink away from him makes him sigh. He takes his first step into your room since your passing and finally takes it in. Your clothes, your bed, your scent. Everything feels distant now. Somehow it feels like you're still here when he's standing in the room.

But you're long gone, he thinks as he clutches onto one of your jackets. His fists clench around the fabric. You’ve left him to rot alone for the rest of his immortal life. But he's never asked for forever. He only wanted as much time as he could squeeze out with you.

Is that so much to ask?

There was so much to do.

So much he wanted to show you.

When fat tears land onto your jacket, his eyes widen. He didn't cry. Astarion never cried. Not even at your funeral, where everyone gave him pitying eyes did he feel water well up in his eyes. He's thought to have long lost that ability in the years he spent under Cazador. Yet here he was, crying like a child who'd just lost their mother at a carnival.

Something brushes against his leg. The cat again. It rubs it's face against his calf and he notices how soft it feels. He remembers how soft you'd felt in his arms. How kind and warm you were. How you'd been the sole light in his wretched, cursed life.

Dammit.

And then, he's sobbing. No longer crying, but wailing as he collapses onto his knees in your room, emotions built over years of lost mourning coming out all at once. He holds the cat, because holding your jacket makes his hands shake terribly. And it doesn't scratch and meow at him once in the hours it seems he cries pitifully on the ground.

This cursed cat, he thinks hours later, when he's lying on your bed with it sprawled on his chest. He has half the mind to kick it off, but refrains—a repayment for earlier.

It nuzzles against his hand.

Astarion decides then that he'd keep it. That until he'd be able to join you, he'd keep this one companion by his side.

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[lavender-romancer]

Starving

Astarion x (Durge) Reader

CW: angst, fluff, sexual tones

He needed you. But in his dark pit of starvation he feared he pushed you away past the point of return.

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You didn't seek love in Astarion no matter how much you wanted it. What would affection and adoration do for him when what he really needed was a friend, a confidante. Someone he would never think was using him. After so many years of abuse that violated his very understanding of intimacy and consent, you wouldn't dream of overstepping any boundary in existence. Trying to talk him off a metaphorical ledge of ostracism was more important than physical urges. He didn't need to feel alone or terrified someone would hurt him again. Whilst Astarion could easily protect himself, you decided that when he wasn't hiding in the shadows you would protect him from any enemy he came across.

After saving Faerûn the two of you had decided to live together, much to Astarions confusion, you wanted to stay close to him. Offer up your blood freely to him and create somewhere that felt safe for him. He was still plagued with nightmares, but you began reading deeper into alchemy to try and help him through his trances.

He never understood why you were so supportive of him. 200 years and he never met anyone so genuinely dedicated without expecting much in return. All you asked was that he wouldn't run away if they had an argument and that he wouldn't feed on any other people. It was simple and there was a deep rooted respect between the both of you no matter how much you flirted with one another, there was a boundary. It had never been crossed, he had never been touched without giving his consent, just as Astarion would never touch you or bite you without consent.

Why you had decided to help and live with him after everything that happened was beyond him. Why not Shadowheart? Or maybe Halsin? Even Gale would- Astarion had to stop himself in thought as he remembered how utterly boring he found Gale. He was much better company, even with a very slight fondness for the wizard, Gale was hardly a casual conversationalist. Mostly resorting to threats about hurling a fireball at someone or casually reminding everyone he was a walking bomb. No, Astarion was more fun. Maybe that was why you liked being around him? But he had become so comfortable with you, he found it so easy to talk about his past when the two of you would sit by the fire in your respective arm chairs and read.

Those moments in front of the crackling logs were monumentally special to him, he had no idea how to express his gratitude

You expected so little, asked for much less and respected him. Whenever he would make a mistake or break something he would immediately start profusely apologising, still mentally conditioned to expect a physical punishment regardless of remorse. But all you did was ask for his help to clean up the mess and you both moved on, you were two barely functioning adults but seemed to help one another. You still remembered little from your past, your childhood or anything in between but helping Astarion gave you a purpose that mattered. It was hard to focus on your own shortcomings when you had a whiny (bitchy) vampire to live with and help. But it worked. The two of you were trying to be normal and doubted that you could on your own.

Whilst the two of you had your own demons you were in a pact of some sorts, neither of you wanted to leave the other to deal with those demons alone. Your other companions were constantly confused by whatever your relationship was. Assuming it was romantic and sexual but, being even more confused upon finding out it wasn't. There was always a feeling something would happen between the two of you, but neither you, nor Astarion would admit it. Both of you too scared that you would lose the other forever if anything romantic happened.

“What wine would you like?” You asked, walking into the front room holding two bottles of red. Astarion was sitting in his armchair illuminated by the fire. The orange hue danced around the shadows of his face and it made you want to take him in your arms and never let go.

“Whatever is older, darling. Things do rather improve with age you know.” Astarion replied with a slight smirk and you rolled your eyes.

He couldn't take his eyes off you as you left, the way you leant against the doorway showed the curve of your stomach and hips. Astarion had to snap his brain out of it as he realised he was staring at the curve of your breasts as you turned to leave. Why was he so unbearably horny today? He supposed it was the night that he usually fed on you. Maybe his bloodlust created a different kind of lust all together? He had been admiring you like this for too long now, it couldn't be bloodlust that made his cock twitch and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Sparing quick looks as you made a confused face when you were reading and got to a word you struggled with, he loved when you would ask for help so openly and without shame . It was something he desperately envied about your character. Your nose would sometimes scrunch up when he would tell you how to pronounce the word because apparently it was “stupid to have silent letters”. But recently, especially when he had been feeding on you, he couldn't stop wanting to touch you. He wanted to pull you close and never let you go, fuck you for hours and never leave your side.

“I made something for you. Well. Decanted I suppose.” You walked back into the front room with two goblets of wine and a vial of something tucked under your arm.

“What's that?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. After setting the goblets down you handed the vial to him. He already knew what it was before looking more closely, he could smell it. Your beautiful sweet blood.

“For your convenience.” You smiled down at Astarion but he didn't look best pleased. You thought this might be easier, at least for you. Everytime he fed on you all you wanted was to touch him, get some kind of friction because to your shame it made you so ridiculously aroused.

“When did you…” his voice trailed off and your palms began to sweat.

“Do you not like the idea?” You asked sheepishly, ready to snatch the vial back.

“Well, darling, the feeding process is a nice experience and it…” he was trying to find any words to retain the physical closeness you had whilst feeding. “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you last time it happened?”

“What makes you ask that?” You sat down in the armchair adjacent to his.

“I…” He felt if he opened up that things would never be the same. So it was easier to close everything off again. “If you would like to change things I can go back to stalking other pretty things in the night.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Sometimes you're impossible. This is more convenient for when I'm not here or when I-”

“When you eventually leave, you mean.” The words crawled out of his mouth with such malice.

“I did not say that, Astarion. Stop acting like a child and communicate!” You yelled back as the heat rose into your face and your eyes began to prick.

“Oh shall I get on my knees and pray to the saint that has allowed me to exist with her blood? There are plenty of places I can get it if you won't offer up your neck for free!” He fired back, getting just as riled up.

“I'm freely giving you my fucking blood! I'm still giving it to you. What difference does it make? I try so hard. So fucking hard to make you feel secure and understood but you react to everything like a child!” You stood up and walked a few paces towards the fire with your back to him.

“I didn't realise I was such an inconvenience in your pretty little head.” Astarion almost laughed, a petty attempt to get a rise out of you when he was quickly running out of options to keep you close to him. You stayed quiet for a moment, one hand on your stomach, the other leaning on the mantle above the fire as if you were bracing yourself for the pain to follow.

“I just want the best for you. For our friendship and I…” your voice broke as you choked down the urge to sob.

“Yes, our precious friendship.” He sounded so vindictive that you wondered if he really cared about you at all.

“Do you not want it? Our friendship?” Your voice was so small and defeated.

“Oh, making me the bastard in this situation is just pathetic. After two hundred years of pure shit where I was always in the wrong and punished for it I don't want to hear it anymore!” He roared back at you. When he stood up you actually flinched, a fleeting thought crossed your mind that this was when he would ignore every warning and just drink you dry.

“I-” You tried to speak but you couldn't. All you wanted was to cry, just let it all out because the emotions were too much for you to carry anymore. The carnal desire you felt for him, the deep and earnest care you felt and the sense of responsibility for his well being. It always seemed that you were in control when really he held all the cards.

“Fucking hells.” Astarion muttered angrily before storming upstairs. You could finally sit back in your chair and cry.

Staring into the flames that usually brought you so much comfort but now, they just made you yearn for a life that was never lived. So long ago he said you were the only person he had ever truly cared about, that he would never hurt you and never leave your side. Those longing looks you'd steal when he'd laugh or the way you played into his flirting from the first day you met him. To this day you remembered nothing before the nautiloid, but, you knew Astarion. You knew he'd be there when you came home and would listen to your anxieties. He had always been in your life as far as you were concerned. So why had everything changed over something so ridiculous as the way you gave him your blood?

You pulled your knees up to your chest and sobbed, he wouldn't be there when you woke up and you knew it was all over. He's gone now, he's running away from your grasp and you'll never get him back no matter what you want from him- the voices in your head told you. You hit your forehead repeatedly trying to get them to shut up but they wouldn't subside. Why did you ever think he loved you? That he needed you for more than a pretty little snack? You wait around hoping he'll take more fucking interest in you when he wants nothing more than your beautiful blood. You should drain him of every drop in his body. It would serve him right, the decimation of a monster.

You wanted to scream. To pull out your brain and scrub out the voices, hurt yourself to a point where you would no longer care about what Astarion did to you. But how could any pain, any anguish overcome the love you felt for him? The Urge. The Urge was clawing it's way out of the depths of your psyche. How could it really be gone when it had penetrated every memory you currently held. You didn't know life without the torturous spasms and depraved thoughts. You thought they might end with the death of your butler but, no. The Urge was ever present.

The fire crackled and lit the shadows of the room, yet you couldn't feel its warmth as you sat cold and alone. He was your warmth, your sun, your stars. Whenever you spoke to him your day would be brighter and your head clearer. Seeing him would make you smile and make you feel safe. You cursed yourself, you should never have been so dependent.

He felt like shit. Utter shit. Why had he exploded like that? What was the point when you didn't do anything wrong, it was your neck he drank from and yet he felt some kind of authority? No, it was not his place nor his decision and he really did feel like the fucking idiot. As he was about to leave his room to apologise he heard it. The noise that haunted him whenever he heard it. Your sobs, that permeated into his soul and made his dead heart ache. He adored you so deeply that whenever it felt like you were pulling away he would double down on harshness. It made him feel in control of the situation because, if he was the first to leave then he won.

Astarion sat down quietly on the stairs. Wanting to wait till your sobs subsided but they seemed full of a sadness that would never subside. All you ever did was help him, try to find a way for him to walk in the sun, sate his bloodthirst and yet… sometimes in his irrational brain it felt like you were trying to find a way to fix him so you could leave. When he was broken you could fix him in a never ending loop. But as soon as he was put back together there was no reason for the two of you to exist together. He would never get to be close to you, never touch you or hear you laugh. But now, due to his own stupidity you would leave anyway but this time with hatred for him.

Just his luck that he would be turned into a monstrous vampire, be threatened with turning into a mindflayer but the true evil was always inside of him. It felt ridiculous when he pondered on it. He was so at home here with you, so comfortable and safe but it was never enough. The evil inside of him would always rise up and ruin everything around him.

He felt like such a fucking bastard to make you cry. Make you feel so lonely that you would feel the need to cry, which you rarely did. Once or twice in the many years you'd known one another he had held you as you cried. Whispered words of support and affirmation as he held you close, it was such a rarity that he reminisced on those moments more than he cared to admit. Being able to be a comfort to you was ridiculously cathartic for him.

For centuries he had been a death sentence to everyone he got close to. Cazadors favourite errand boy, collecting lost pretty souls for him to gorge his ascension depravity on. He would never overcome that guilt, not that he should- it was his cross to bear. But being your comfort, your home… it made it all less soul crushing. When Astarion was with you he felt worthy, like he had a purpose to be your protector when you were really his. He felt safe and respected and if he ruined that then maybe he deserved to step into the sun.

Deciding it would be better if he slipped away quietly he waited for your sobs to subside. Suspecting you were asleep he crept down the stairs and stayed to the back wall, hoping to avoid his shadow being plastered on the wall in front of you.

“Is this it then?” You said quietly and it surprised even Astarion that his hiding skills had become so lax of late.

“What?” Was all he could say, bewildered at why you would care if he would leave.

“Is this it? Are you leaving me?” You slowly stood up and faced him, your eyes still watering.

“I thought it might be easier if I left when I thought you were asleep. It appears my hiding deficiency needs some serious attention.” He tried to smile and make some joke to thinly veil his panic.

“Please. Don't, Astarion.” You took one step closer to him and he wasn't sure if you were referring to him leaving or the poorly timed joke. The silence continued into what felt like hours to him. Having no clue what the right response would be, he could only remain quiet and hope that you wouldn't tell him to leave.

“Do you want to leave?” You asked, looking down at the floor and trying to hide the very clear tears in your eyes.

“I- if it would be best for you then I will.” Astarion was teetering between each foot, one closer to you and the other closer to the door. Maybe if he left now it would all be less painful, he could learn to forget you. But if he stayed, what if you grew to hate him? He couldn't survive it.

“But do you want to leave?” You asked again, surprised by your pleading tone.

“I don't know.” Was all he said and it was enough for you to lose all hope, you wanted to cry until it hurt but it wasn't fair on him. If he wanted to leave then you shouldn't be restricting him.

“If this is the last time I ever see you, I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the best thing for our friendship because I couldn't remain your friend and-” You interrupted yourself, because it wasn't fair to practically guilt trip him.

“In all the time I have known you, you have only made decisions to better others. But, what do you want?” Astarion turned to fully face you, no longer edging towards the door.

All you wanted to say was that you wanted him. You just wanted him, in whatever form that would take it didn't matter as long as he stayed. You could remain friends, though you'd always crave more but, it was better than never seeing him again.

“I want,” you paused, pondering on a response that wouldn't send him running away into the night. “I want you to be happy.” Astarion looked at the floor and smiled.

“My ever generous confidante. That can't be the only thing you desire, the only thing that you want. My happiness is inconsequential compared to your own.” He wanted to reach out, show that you didn't have to worry about him. Prove that he could stand on his own without needing you but he wasn't so sure it was true. The constant insecurities he had were only amplified by the possibility that you would see his shortcomings and push him away.

“Inconsequential? How can you even consider that? I care about you more than myself sometimes and I don't see it as a weakness. We support one another, help one another and what is the point of any of this if I have to pretend that something matters more to me than your happiness? You have no idea how important you are, how loved.” You said it without thinking and the fear was evident in your eyes to Astarion as he had the same look on his own face.

As much as he wanted your adoration, your love? It absolutely terrified him. Was it all just bloodlust? Was he using you as some willing blood bag? If he stopped feeding on you at any point would it all fade away into nothingness and he'd realise none of it was love, it was his insatiable hunger? The silence between the two of you felt cursed, the one to break it would have to be a stronger man than he was because he was too scared to say a word. Rooted in place, not able to flee because of that look in your eyes. He couldn't leave whilst you looked so terrified, he had an urge to take you in his arms. But he didn't, he stayed in place

“Astarion?” You sounded terrified.

“Your life would be so much easier without me.” He sounded so genuinely exasperated, unable to understand why you would want him in your life. His eyes welled up and he looked so beautiful in the light of the fire and, you couldn't help but feel more drawn to him.

“And?” You replied, more determined than ever to prove how you cared for him.

“That's all you have to say?” He asked and you nodded, it elicited a laugh from him that sounded hollow and yet relieved.

“You make my life better. It feels enriched and happy, you are the only person who calms me and comforts me. The only one I am completely comfortable with, the only one I want to be around this much.” you held one of his hands tentatively.

“You’re shaking, darling.” Astarion softly told you, leading you to your armchair and sitting you down.

“If your only reason is that it is better for me, please stay. I want you to stay here with me and we can carry on as we always have and-” he stopped you mid sentence putting a hand up.

“I don't think we can continue as we always have my darling.” He let out a sigh and you dug your nails into the arm of the chair.

“Then…what do we do?” You asked, still feeling like you were shaking and feeling even more pathetic by the minute.

“I mean, I don't know how any of this works, what comes next or what you exactly want from me.” whilst he couldn't reach your gaze he didn't seem upset.

“Well what do you want from me?” Your voice was strained and anxious, you were so completely convinced he would tell you that he wanted space from you.

“More, more than this. I don't… how the hells do you do all of this?” He sounded a mixture of happy and confused.

“Slowly. If that's what you want, it's not exactly that much of a transition from how we were. Less longing glances and more actual contact I suppose? I haven't ever had a companionship. Well, if I have it's before I lost my memory so this is… intimidating.” Your eyes flicked from the floor to Astarions anxiously.

“I don't remember ever having it either. We really are the weirdos of our odd little group aren't we. Even La'zel has probably had a companion. Losing to La'zel when it comes to romance is not something I plan on continuing.” Astarion held your hand tighter, looking up into your eyes.

“I care about you, so much.” You placed a hand on his cheek and he leant into it.

“Stop being so nice to me. Makes me feel like a good person. Ugh.” Astarion mocked disgust but you knew he loved the praise.

“Only leave me if you want to. Will you promise me that?” your thumb stroked across his cheek and you saw a single tear fall across your hand.

“Darling, I will never want to leave you, and the fact that you willingly give me a choice makes it clearer that I want to stay with you.” Astarion pulled your hand up to his face and kissed the back of it before hugging you around your stomach. Leaning his head on your lap. You finally relaxed and stopped shaking, stroking his hair in the firelight, you both existed in perfect happiness.

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

Back to December

Summary: When you arrive home, you're confronted with what you feared to be true. Tommy reassured you it couldn't be, it'd never be again but how can he deny you of what you witnessed with your own eyes. What could he do, when his wife won't come to an understanding that he would never put his family at risk like that and it was all a misunderstanding.

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, a lot of shitting on Grace, happy ending

Loosely based off "Back to December" by Taylor Swift

I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while

The snow was coming down in heavy spurts outside, as the wind blustered throughout the air. You were sat at your kitchen table at your new temporary apartment watching the storm through the window as you sipped on your tea awaiting for Thomas to arrive to sign the papers.

December had passed, and now it was a new year, lonesome for you to say the least as you were trying to adjust to your new life on your own. The children were on rotating weekends with the both of you so it would be even, but you were sure they were having a hard time understanding why their mom and dad were no longer in the same house together. This weekend was Thomas’s and he had arranged for Polly to watch the children until this meeting was over which you were hoping would be sooner rather than later.

Seeing Thomas pull into your driveway, you poured another cup of hot tea and placed it on the opposite end of the table. Hearing him knock at the door you didn’t bother to get up and waste your energy for him so you shouted for him that it was open.

When he walked in, he was wearing a navy blue suit, a black trench coat draped over his shoulders. He had bags and dark circles under his baby blue eyes, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

When he entered the kitchen to where you were, with the papers sitting out with a pen he looked defeated. He couldn’t help but take in your beauty as your hair flowed freely and the sweater you were wearing fit your body snuggly while your feet were covered in fuzzy socks.

“You look lovely.” You nodded to yourself without thanking him and extended your hand for him to take his seat across from you.

“How’s your family been? I sent them a gift for the holidays, did you get my card?” Crossing your arms insecurely, you felt yourself begin to curl in on yourself as you brought your knees closer to your chest. Tommy believed this could be fixed, but you wanted him out of your life for good and it agitated you that he was still going at all lengths to win you back, and to make things worse every one in your family was telling you to go back, and didn’t understand why you would leave a man who cares for you very deeply and treated you well. You felt alone, no one was on your side. Your mother continuously told you to forgive him, your sister would make comments about how stupid you were for wanting to leave such a handsome, charming man that had money.

“Yes, Thomas I got it.” He winced to himself quietly. Ever since everything happened, you wouldn’t call him Tommy, you wouldn't call him the sweet nicknames you usually did. It made him feel like a stranger to you now, not of importance.

Your guard is up and I know why

Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Tommy watched you painfully, your guard was up and he understood why, he was the reason. If he had just not let her into the house, everything would be okay, you marriage would still be in tact. It’d be wrong of him to not take the blame for this, his words meant nothing to you, and he wished they had. All of Birmingham knew of his relationship with Grace, she had always been a heavy weight on your shoulders, more-so because she had appeared in town again and Tommy told you there was nothing to worry about, and you had believed him. He took a sip of his tea, trying to find words to make you understand his point of view.

“I know what I’m here for, but I’m not signing our love away until you hear me out, please.” You scoffed in response and pushed the papers closer to him. He still didn’t pick up the pen.

Tommy didn’t understand, he’d never understand. From what you’ve heard around town and from fellow acquaintances of his, he was always the heartbreaker. You had just thought that you would have been the one that mattered to him, you thought that he was different than the rest and he just wasn’t given love, or affection as he should have been. The five years you had been married you never would’ve expected you’d be sitting across from Thomas in this situation.

“I’m going to turn the heat up, and start another pot of tea if you’d fancy more.” Tommy nodded as you walked off.

Entering the family room, you glanced at the roses he had, had delivered to you after that dreadful day. You didn’t want to start over, you didn’t want to move past Thomas but the image of that day still burned in the back of your mind.

~ Your pov ~

Pulling into the driveway, I had just finished an outing with Ada and I was exhausted, the girl could shop fo days. It was very generous of her to offer to watch the kids for the night, after all they had been missing their auntie. I was hoping Frances already had dinner made because it was an understatement to say I was starving.

Opening the door, I froze in my tracks. I was blinded by what I thought was impossible, by what he promised me was not going to happen.

I stood there watching as my husband’s lips intertwined with Grace’s, her arms wrapped around his masculine body that I thought was mine.

Who was I kidding? Grace was beautiful, and she was everything I could never be for Thomas. I lacked natural beauty, elegancy, and just simple etiquette at times. I could never compete.

He looked at me with panicked eyes when he pushed her off of him. I now knew where I stood, second place as usual. I didn’t need to say anything to make up my mind as I dropped my possessions to the ground and exited the house, I once called home.

Stupidity, and shame flooded over me, and I refuse to give Thomas the power to try to con me into staying but I couldn’t stop myself from turning and screaming at him.

There he stood having the audacity to look at me doe eyed, acting like he was scared to lose me. I should’ve listened to everyone who told me he would never be over her. He didn’t chase after me when I backed out of the driveway in tears while my body was trying to decide if it felt more sad or angry.

~

So this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you, sayin' I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

Returning to the kitchen, you opened your book and impatiently waited for him to sign and get out. Thomas took that as a sign you would not be hearing him out, so he decided to take matters into his own hands per usual. Grabbing the book from your soft hands, he slammed it closed, and tossed it to the side. “Y/N. I am telling you. I did not fucking kiss her. She kissed me and-“

“So that makes it okay that she was in our fucking home, does it? What difference does it make? Why was she in my fucking house Thomas! Why did-“ Thomas stood up out of frustration, pointing at your front door.

“She let herself in! I was upstairs, gathering laundry from the childrens rooms for Frances! When I heard the door fucking open, I grabbed my fucking gun and went downstairs and was blindsided with her in our fucking house! I tried kicking her out, and when you pulled in, she fucking kissed me when she heard your fucking car door close!” When he noticed, you were beginning to cry, he patted his suit down and took his seat once more, now feeling bad for yelling at you. He let you have a moment, he would’ve tried to soothe you, but he didn’t as he thought that would make things worse. When you were calm, he spoke once more.

“I’m truly sorry Y/N for that evening. I wish you had been there before she was, so you’d believe in me that I’m not lying to you.” You scoffed, in disbelief that he still would not confess.

“Thomas just sign the papers, please.” He hesitated before moving, contemplating in all the ways he could have handled this better. Slowly, he picked up the pen and begrudgingly signed on the dotted line. He slid the papers over to you slowly, and gently and you couldn’t help but notice his fingers shaking. “Thank you.” He nodded unwilling full. He removed himself from your house, when he tried to hug you goodbye you stayed in your tracks, looking away from him. He understood and excused himself.

~

Tommy’s pov

~

“What the fuck do you want Grace.” Slowly she approached him with lustful eyes. “You know what I want Thomas. I want to pick up where we left off my love.” She placed her hand on my cheek, and I felt nothing.

Grace was a chapter in my life, that had now closed, and I didn’t intend on extending it. I grabbed her wrist, throwing it to the side and pointed directly at her.

“No, no. You don’t get to fucking do that, what gives you the fucking right, eh? You were the one who lied to me, spied on me. That wasn’t love Grace. I’m happily married and I’m beyond grateful it’s not to you.” The sound of a car door closing outside caught both of our attention.

My wife was home.

My love.

Panic set in as my jaw clenched, I felt stupid for not kicking her out, but what was I supposed to do? Aim a gun at her.

I knew how Y/N felt about Grace, and I had told her everything about our relationship in the past. Now here I am, standing in my own god damn living room in my own bloody god damn mess. I was hoping to have her out by the time she had arrived back home.

“Grace, you need to-“ Before I could finish my sentence, Grace’s hands were on both my arms, pulling me closer as her lips clashed into mine.

“Honey I’m-" At that moment, I heard the door to our house close and pushed the conniving whore off of me, but I watched as the smile on Y/N’s face dropped in an instant.

Now here I was standing in a living room, looking like a complete ass. “Y/N, honey. It’s not what it looks like I-“ She hadn’t let me finish.

She shook her head in disbelief and dropped everything in her hands onto the floor, before exiting the house. I ran outside after her, and I didn’t look back to see if Grace had followed.

“Y/N! I-“ She had turned around quickly and strikes me across my face. That’s when I knew, I was going to lose the love of my life.

“5 years! 5 years and none of it mattered! Our beautiful children! The house we bought together! All over what! Huh!? Some irish whore who didn’t give a fuck about you until she had your money, and then moved onto the next!” I stayed quiet and I could feel my eyes begin to swell with water, as my body trembled. I followed her eyes that were staring a deathly hole into Grace and looked back to my heartbroken wife.

I would never put my marriage or my kids in the jeopardy of driving them away. If it weren’t for Y/N and our kids, I’m not sure my life would have any meaning. Whatever I said, no matter the truth or a lie I knew it would mean nothing to my sweet Y/N and I watched as she got into her car, driving away from me and our fortress we built together.

~

The drive home, Thomas cried. He had lost everything, once again Grace wins. He had his brothers take care of getting her out of town and they had threatened her if they see her again they will not hesitate to put a bullet through her head for ruining Thomas’s happiness after it took him so long to move on from her.

When Polly dropped the children off it was late which Thomas was partially grateful for because he was mentally drained. He thanked Polly and tucked the three of them into bed, kissing them on the forehead endearingly.

Walking into his room, he looked at the clothes you left behind that were scattered throughout the room. It had become routine for Tommy to sleep with what he had left of you, a different article of clothing every night. He took his place in bed and layed down, clutching his pillow and the sweater he had bought you in his arms, breathing in what was left of your scent.

When he went to sleep that night, he had slept in a bed of tears, once again. The only thing that brought him comfort was that you allowed him to take care of your children and to see them still. He just wished he handled the situation in a better manner, and he wouldn't have lost you.

Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreamin' But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

-

The next morning, you were dressed and ready to go turn in the papers. The brisk air of winter sent shivers down your spine as you were approaching the door to the courts clerk office. You were stopped in your tracks once Junie, yours and Thomas’s neighbor saw you. She was a sweet old lady, that you had been bringing meals to for quite some time so that she didn’t have to cook.

“Y/N! How are you? I heard about Thomas, such a shame Grace came back, no one really cared for her around here.” You nodded, shifting your lip awkwardly. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to be chatting about. “I’ve been better.”

“She was always very importuning and demanding of Thomas, can’t believe she thought she could try again with him and succeed.” You thought to yourself what she could mean. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you know an old woman like me not having much to do, I eavesdrop sometimes. I saw that little twat make her move on your husband through the window. Speaking of, I haven’t seen you there recently Y/N, is everything alright.” The truth came crashing down on you like a wrecking ball. Your mouth subtly dropped as your eyebrows etched together in disbelief. Thomas was telling the truth. He didn’t lie to you. “Ugh- Miss Junie I think I need to be going. I- I will stop by later this week alright?” Without hearing her response you were rushing back to your car.

-

Tommy awoke to the kids bouncing up and down on the bed and he turned to look at you only to forget you aren’t there anymore. “Daddy! Daddy! Ada’s here! Can we go over to her house!” Thomas brushed at his drooping eyelids, still squinting from the morning light. “I- yeah of course you guys can.” Ada appeared in the door frame, and the kids rushed passed her to go get changed. “I figured i’d give you the morning. Take a shower brother. You can’t be in this slump forever. If not for yourself for them. They need their father. They love you y’know.” Tommy nodded and thanked her before sliding the blanket back over his head.

You glanced at the odometer as you were approaching 70 mph, swiftly avoiding the potholes or any bad ice patches. You felt like a terrible wife, shameful and guilty for not believing him your dear Tommy. You just hoped it wasn't too late.

-

Freshly showered and clothed. He headed downstairs and noticed Ada had left a note informing him of what time she would have them back by. He was grateful for Ada and Pol, always willing to help him out. He took a seat in the kitchen where Frances had cooked him a warm, hearty breakfast. He thanked her and placed his glasses on before opening the paper.

Before he could take a bite of his food Tommy heard a car sprint into his driveway, and he removed his glasses, and was standing up running to the window within seconds, gun ready at the side.

All movement in him stopped, time froze when he saw you in the drivers seat, quickly opening the door before running to the front of the house and hearing you bang on the door aggressively.

When he opened the door, he was worried something was wrong, you couldn’t have changed your mind. He took in your out of breath state, and your tear stained, red cheeks. The first thing that came to his mind was you were in trouble and he settled his hand near his gun. “Y/N, what’s wrong are you alright?”

“Junie she-she told me- she saw everything.” Without hesitating Tommy pulled you into his warm embrace once again as a wave of undeniable relief washed through him. Maybe Tommy should be thanking the old bat for eavesdropping all the time.

“I missed your sweet, beautiful smile. I haven’t slept in weeks with an empty half of our bed love. I thought I lost you forever. If I could go back in time and change it and just shoot her I would. She’s never, ever coming back here I made sure of it. It’s taken care of.” You didn’t want to know what that meant all you cared about right now was making up with your husband. “I’m- I’m sorry for not believing you.” Tommy combed his fingers gently through your hair, while tears of happiness began to stream down his now red cheeks.

“Darling I don’t blame you with who I was as a man before I met you. Just know Grace is history, in the past. She could never compete with such a gentle, beautiful soul like yours. I would never do that to you my love.” You looked up at him, your glossy eyes connecting with his.

You couldn’t stop yourself from jumping up into his arms and smashing your lips against his in an electrifying kiss that sent shocks through your body. You missed him momentously. Not wanting to break away, he took note that the door being open was sending snow in. He kissed you on your chilled temple before escorting you inside. “Frances just prepared breakfast and Ada took the children, they’ll be back this evening. Please join me.” You smiled in hopes that things could go back to normal, how they were before Grace attempted to split you a apart.

Before you made it to the kitchen you stopped him in front of the fireplace, papers in your hands. You threw them into the flames and watched them turn to dust. You needed Thomas to know that they weren’t submitted and were not going to be. He smiled at you gracefully, placing his arm around your shoulders.

The two of you stood there in silence, taking in that you were once again still a force no one could reckon with.

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[luimagines]

Mr. Blue Sky

Another commission!

A small look into the idea of what it would be like if Sky got a hold of the Four Sword and then split- but I had to focus a little more on their favorite color. not because they asked, but because I know them. XD

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

This was… interesting to say the least. 

You had managed to get separated from the group after a particularly nasty landslide. Items were thrown about, people were buried and you had taken cover in a cave with Hylia’s Chosen Hero in a split second effort to get out of the way of the falling mountain side.

You were both stuck in the darkness until you took out your lantern. You consider yourself lucky that you still had your pack strapped to your back.

“Hey…” You crawled over to Sky. He was face down in the dirt and unmoving. It was unnerving. 

“Sky.” You grabbed onto his shoulder. No reaction.

“Link.” You shook him. He groaned.

You let out a sigh of relief and all but collapsed onto yourself. “You ok? Anything broken?”

Sky pushed himself up, keeping quiet for a moment before he put a hand to his head. “No, no. I think I’m fine. Just a little turned around. Where are we?”

“I think we got buried under the mountain.” You answer, holding your lantern a little higher. “I don’t know where the others are. They might still be outside.”

Sky sits up and looks around. “Any way out?”

You shake your head.

“Great.” Sky rolls his eyes and forces himself to his feet. Instinctively, he tries to reach for the Master Sword that should have been strapped on his back, but he comes up empty. In a moment of panic, he looks around the rubble, spinning in a circle to see if he can find his beloved blade.

It’s nowhere to be found.

Instead a familiar blade lays near the once entrance. The ribbon on the hilt is a dead give away of who it belongs to. The Four Sword lays innocently on the ground, half buried by the dirt and rock that had fallen minutes earlier. You walk over and pick it up, treating it gently. You still have your weapon, since you kept everything in your pack so you have no use for it. But you can’t leave it behind.

Sky looks concerned even though he says nothing. You hand him the sword. It’s much smaller by comparison and certainly much smaller than he’s used to, but it’ll have to do. There’s not a lot of options.

“We need to move.” You say gently. “I’m sure the sword is fine. I think you actually gave it to Warrior before the landslide. We’ll need to keep this safe when we meet up with Four again. Smithy would like to know that his sword was safe too.”

Sky makes a face but takes the sword, strapping it to his back. “I know you’re right. But… I hate being underground.”

You pat him on the shoulder. Holding your lantern higher, you offer your hand to the young man. “We won’t be here forever. Let’s just keep moving ok? At best, the others are already trying to get us out of here. Knowing some of them… Bombs are definitely on the table. So let’s get away from the entrance.”

Sky takes your hand without question and nods. “...That’s a good idea. I don’t feel like being blown up after everything.”

You laugh and lead the way through the cave.

It’s dark and damp and uncomfortable. Despite the amount of room you both have to walk around freely, you find yourself shoulder to shoulder with your hands tightly held together as your sides are virtually glued together. It’s almost as if you’re both afraid to make any more noise than soft padding of your footsteps make in this cave system.

Where you’re from, many monsters live in caves such as these, but you have yet to see anything like that during your travels around Hyrule. Then again, this could be the moment where you’re proven wrong.

You tug on Sky’s hand. “Did you travel a lot underground during your adventure?”

“I’ve been underground before.” Sky answers. His normal volume sounds like it echoes along the walls of the cave. He quiets himself to a whisper. “This isn’t exactly anything new…. But when you live in an open area for your entire life… the sudden restriction is… stifling.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” You run your thumb over his knuckles.

“Wait a second, what does that me-?”

A creature screeches and turns the corner in front of you. You gasp and hook your lantern onto your hip, reaching for your weapon. Sky is the same, reaching for the Four Sword on his back.

He charges first and strikes the beast in the neck. You trip over your feet and follow up just a second later. It’s hard to see with the non existent lighting. Your lantern swings erratically and fails to do a proper job for lighting the way. You strike the monster in what you hope is the shoulder after making a swing at Sky. It turns to you with a speed faster than you could have anticipated and a limb of sorts knocks you off of your feet.

You hear Sky cry out in anger and a white light suddenly blinds you. You’re stuck on the ground for a few seconds before you hear… multiple Skys. 

You get up and can barely see the creature fighting off a small group of people. For a moment you think that part of the group has arrived to help you out, but your dimmer lantern light tells you a different story.

You charge into the fight. Glimpses of the sailcloth dyed in different colors, passes your vision and lantern light as each individual dances through the battle.

Frankly, the battle doesn’t last long with the added hands but you’re left wondering what on earth happened. That bright, blinding light was unexpected. And who are these people then? Who came to your rescue?

You unclip your lantern and hold it higher to get a better look in front of you. Your jaw drops.

Sky is still there, he’s looking just as confused as you feel. But suddenly there’s four of him. 

“I think I figured out why it’s called the Four Sword.”

“No kidding.” One of them sneers. He’s in a blue tunic with the same blue eyes that you’ve grown accustomed to seeing on Sky. “Well isn’t this just great! We’re trapped under a mountain, separated from the group, it’s pitch black and we have magic shenanigans happening at the moment.”

“Woah, hey, calm down.” The first speaker walks up to the other one. He’s dressed the most similar to the way Sky was before he apparently split, but he has green eyes. “No need to get ourselves worked up. This can work to our advantage.”

“I have to be honest.” A third Sky speaks up. He’s dressed in purple but the lantern light makes it harder to tell the color of his eyes, but you can guess that they are violet to a degree. “I don’t want to think about it. Why don’t we focus on getting out of here first?”

“Agreed.”

“And how, pray tell, do you intend to do that?” The blue one snaps.

You open your mouth to answer him, reeling from the information and the sight in front of you.

The fourth one starts coughing, cutting everyone off. You turn to him in concern. You notice that like the other three, he’s dressed in a different color. He wears a red tunic and as you approach him, you notice that his eyes are red as well. It’s off putting and it startles you. You’re used to red being the equivalent of danger- but if anything, it sounds like he’s struggling to breathe.

“Uh oh-” The purple one walks over to him. “You need to calm down too. Deeper breaths. Easy.”

“What’s happening?” You ask, holding the lantern closer to the poor man. You can see him struggle to keep the air in his lungs, despite his attempts to listen to his copy. The man in purple, rubs the other’s back, trying to fish through his pockets with one hand. You can see him struggling.

In an instant the other two beside you scramble for your light also looking through their pockets. They seem to bump into each other and they nearly run you over in their… enthusiasm. Is that what you would call it?

The one in red coughs harder. The way he tries to suck in oxygen rattles you to the bone. It’s a wet snapping noise that causes goosebumps to crawl all over your skin. It’s unnatural. He’s clearly struggling.

“What’s happening?!” You repeat louder. Your heart begins to beat quicker and you can feel the way your anxiety spikes at the lack of information.

“Hold on.” One of them says, you can’t tell who.

Suddenly, someone comes up with a rather large green item and gives it to the one in red. “Eat this.”

He does.

He begins to calm down and slowly, he starts to regain his breath. It sounds as if he was on the verge of drowning on dry land. 

You’re shaking. Your nerves feel shot. “What the heck was that?”

“Stamina Fruit.” They slowly stand again. “It helps me catch my breath and keep going.”

“I’m… sorry…” You lift your lantern higher again. “I can’t tell which one is speaking.”

The one in green lifts his hand. “It’s a good thing I still have a few. Otherwise this was going to be a painful ten minutes.”

The one in red slowly pushes himself to his feet with the help of the purple one. He raises a hand and waves him away. “...Sorry… I’m ok now…”

“Are you?” You ask again, clutching your hand over your heart. That was a terrifying few seconds. Granted, nothing had really happened. But between the sounds he was making and the lack of information you were given it was hard to keep yourself calm in what was clearly growing to be a moment of decisive action. 

He coughs some more, still not answering you. You turn to the others.

“He’ll be fine.” The purple one tries to placate you. “While I haven’t been that bad in a while, there are ways to help with it. Even if there was no stamina fruit left, it could have also just been waited out until it all calmed down again.”

You gulp. “That would have been nice to know before we got here, Sky.”

“Well that hasn’t exactly been a problem for a while now.” The one if blue growls. His foot is tapping and his arms are crossed. “This is dumb.”

The green one turns to him. “I don’t care for your attitude, you know-”

“How do we fix this?!” He shouts, ignoring the other one entirely. “This is just going to make things harder! I think even our inventory was split between the four of us.”

“You’re scaring me.” You say on instinct.

He shuts up in an instant.

The green one smacks his head with the curve of his wrist while the purple one puts his hand on your shoulder. “Come on. Keep your sword on you. I can carry the lantern. We can’t stay here. There might be more monsters. Besides, the sooner we can get back to the others, the sooner we can hopefully track down Four and ask him how to get back into one person. Given that this is his sword and we haven’t seen this ability of his yet, he must know how to undo it.”

“...Ok..” You hand him the lantern. You’re already tired. This is too much information for your brain to handle right now. Between the landslide, the darkness, the fight and whatever was happening with Sky in the red getup- you’re ready to end the day. And it’s only 2pm, you’re sure.

Purple guy takes the lead, holding his sword out with the lantern held high. Greeny and Cherry follow after, arms around each other for support as he tries to catch his breath even more. Blueberry stays behind with you, putting a hand on the small of your back as your now group descends through the cave system.

You try to not think about the way his hand feels against your body. You’re not even sure why he’s doing it. You cough to clear your throat and try to be as quiet as you possibly could. You wouldn’t want to alert any more monsters within the cave- or get on his nerves. Frankly, he still looks pissed.

Eventually, after an agonizingly long five minutes, he removes his hand and walks beside you, keeping an eye on the other three from behind. You hear him sigh and huff but not say anything else.

You decide to be a little brave, now that his hand has been removed, and poke his shoulder. “You ok, buddy?”

“...This is stupid.” He growls.

You try to not flinch and pull your hand back. “It’s… just what it is at the moment. It’s not like this was planned. I didn’t know the sword was capable of that either.”

“Hm.” He kept walking, taking your arm gently before you could trip over the rock on the cave floor beneath your feet. You have no idea how he noticed that. You have no idea how you missed that. The blue one takes another deep breath before, pausing, keeping you by his side. He turns to you. “Are you alright? All the commotion with the attack and I didn’t bother to check up if you were hurt. I thought I heard you fall.”

You blush. “No, no- I’m ok. I got my feet knocked out from under me but you distracted the thing before it could turn on me. Then you blinded it with that weird light from the sword so I got back to my feet fast enough. I didn’t thank you for that yet.”

He waves his hand, taking yours before gently pulling you along to catch up with the others. They’re the ones with the light after all.

“Don’t thank me for that. I think it only made things more complicated.” He pouts, putting his free hand on his hip. His demeanor looks upset but the way holds your hand tenderly tells you that he’s actually quite calm. You’re getting mixed signals.

“Only in the way that I don’t think I can keep calling you Sky for the time being. I think it’s actually increased our chances of survival until we can catch up with the rest of the group.” You try to smile. “We’re going to need new nicknames for you while we have these circumstances.”

He groans. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Blueberry.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Night?” You try again with a giggle on your lips.

He gives you a deadpanned look. “Really? Was Twilight not enough then?”

You snort. “No, no! It works perfectly! Greeny can be Dawn! Cherry pie can be Noon! Purple guy can be Dusk.”

“No.” He doesn’t seem too thrilled by your idea. “That’s too corny.”

“Oh come on! It’s cute!”

He doesn’t reply.

“Alright! The other names it is then!” You cheer, patting his shoulder. “I’ve got this all figured out. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing.”

“I’m worrying about the thing.” He replies, seemingly biting on his tongue to keep the smile off of his face. That’s what you’re telling yourself at least.

You open your mouth to call out to the other three before his hand comes out and covers your mouth. You go fight him off playfully, but something in him changes and you’re pulled against his chest, his grip on your tightens and he pushes you both against the wall. 

“Shh..”

You stop struggling as primal fear sets in. You’re a second from kicking into your fight or flight mode, ready to throw him off of you when you hear it. It’s big. It’s heavy and you can’t see it at all.

Slowly, it walks towards you and Night tenses up besides you. He keeps your mouth covered and moves so that his body is on top of yours. 

“Stop moving.” He whispers close to your ear. “I’m sure it can hear us better than we can hear it.”

You stop and wait. The air is tense. You’re sure you can cut it with a knife. You realize then, that the light ahead of you- is gone. Either they’re too far ahead or they realized it was coming faster than you and snuffed out the light.

Something huffs and you can feel the air pass over your head. You curl in closer to Night. 

Neither of you make a sound. You’re too afraid to even breathe.

Another huff and then it starts moving away from you, shaking the cave as it goes. Step after step, it seems to move away from you and you feel as if you can breathe again. A moment later, Night relaxes and gets off of you.

“Sorry.” He whispers, running his hand over your head. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head, before remembering that he wouldn’t be able to see it. “I’m ok. You just took me off guard.”

“I didn’t exactly have a lot of time to warn you.” He admits before trailing his hand down your head, over your shoulder and down your arm. He takes your hand.

In front of you, you can see your lantern light be lit once more.

You take a breath and move towards it, desperate to be able to see where you’re all going. “We need to get out of here.”

“We can keep going this way.” The one you’ve now dubbed as Dawn points up ahead. “We can follow the tunnel and hopefully figure the way-”

Something explodes in the distance and you can hear frantic, and frankly, upset yelling coming from very familiar voices. Dawn deadpans with a tired smile. “Or we can follow the yelling and meet up with the others finally.”

“I like that idea better.”

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high infidelity (frankie morales x f! reader)

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Summary: inspired by “high infidelity” by Taylor Swift. When you and Frankie Morales meet you have an immediate bond that seems too good to be true and you begin to see him behind your boyfriend’s back. What happens when Frankie gives you an ultimatum and you realize your feelings are even deeper than imagined?

Rating: 18+ explicit

Content: explicit smut, drug use, infidelity, fingering, handjob, cowgirl, p in v sex, dirty talk, tender smut

Word Count: 2.1K

Thank you so much to @heythere-mel for reading and always being the best hype woman!!! I hope you all enjoy!!

High infidelity

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight

I was dancing around, dancing around it

Frankie’s solitude was always in the music for as long as he could remember. Where words failed him, music spoke. His favorite place to escape since he could remember was the record store. From when his parents would fight and the sounds would still reverberate in his brain to the echoes of a failed marriage lingering in the corners of his mind. From places he was deployed to during the Army when he had an off moment. Drawn to that escapism, he found solace in the bittersweet melodies of vinyl records.

He should’ve known that’s how he would meet you. It was almost too perfect and such a played out cliche. The two of you grabbing for the same Rush album, conversations going from music to life to the two of you going out for coffee afterwards.

When he brought you back to your car and he leaned his broad body against you, you knew you should’ve said something earlier. It wasn’t right to keep your secret but there was some sort of undeniable pull towards Frankie that quite frankly you weren’t sure if you had ever felt with anyone.

“I have a boyfriend.” You whispered, knowing that this little game was over. Your words hung in the air for a moment, Frankie’s eyes never leaving your face. In that quick moment he decided to close the distance between the both of you and throw caution into the wind. It was a kiss filled with both tenderness and audacity, a choice made despite the potential heartache that awaited you both.

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One afternoon, under the sun's gentle embrace, you and Frankie found yourselves entwined in your usual secret sanctuary–a hidden nook within Frankie's cozy apartment. The room was adorned with shelves of records, each bearing the memories of a lifetime, and the air was thick with the earthy scent of marijuana.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a scattering of albums. As Frankie delicately placed the needle on a worn vinyl, the room filled with the melodic strains of Stevie Wonder’s “You Are the Sunshine of My Life”.

“Timeless.” You grinned as he positioned himself next to you again, your legs untwining to stretch into their usual position sprawled his lap, tendrils of smoke dancing between the two of you.

Frankie took a long drag from the joint, his eyes fixed on your delicate features. He didn’t mind that you two never met out in public; it gave you both a space to truly be yourselves without fear. So that he could stare as long as he wanted at you without judgment and you could freely entwine his dark curls in your fingers.

As the smoke swirled around the both of you, there was an awkward beat. You stood him up during your last meeting but only because your boyfriend was getting suspicious. There are only so many times you can go out with friends before he intertwines the lies together, and since he was watching you like a hawk, there was no time to text Frankie.

You knew what was happening was wrong. You always swore you would never be the person who did this, but then things got so complicated. Everything was bleeding and blurring through the lines and that part of your brain that you thought you could turn off would immediately trail back to Frankie.

He looked at you and finally asked. “What the hell happened on April 29th? You went AWOL on me.” Trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Do you really want to know where I was?” You asked him, taking another drag of the joint.

“No.” He quickly answered.

“I’m sorry I fucked up. I should’ve sent you a message or something but Evan was all over me and I didn’t wanna make it weird y’know?” You played with the nape of his hair, a move you’d done before trying to soothe the blow on bad news. Unfortunately, Frankie was running out of bad news to excuse you for.

“I’m in love with you.” Frankie looked at you, his eyes a mix of frustration, disappointment and longing. You let the news hang in the air for a moment before he continued, taking the joint out of your hand as if he’d said something as casual as what the weather was that day.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you now but it’s just the way I feel. Understand where I’m coming from. You gotta make a decision soon, baby, or I��m out.”

It wasn’t until he wiped a tear from your face did you realize you had started to cry. You blinked your eyes a few times, feeling the weight of every breath.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I’m in a tight spot and I’m running out of excuses–”

“I know you are and I know it’s hard but I just can’t keep waiting. I deserve more than being the side guy in some fucked up love triangle.”

You’d been so busy trying to make sure both sides don’t intersect that you didn’t realize that this is what it had turned into. You’d made Frankie the side guy from your own selfish, fickle decisions.

“You do. Frankie, I never wanted to hurt you or him or for any of this to happen. I need to figure this out, but don’t think this isn’t tearing me apart too..” You press the joint into his ashtray, suddenly not in the mood for smoking.

“I want you to take the time you need but I’m not gonna wait forever. We both deserve clarity and happiness, even if it means going our separate ways.” Frankie said. No high could prepare you for the idea of separate ways without Frankie.

“That’s the thing, though. I can’t imagine my life without you.” You said through tears.

Despite everything in him wishing he could stand tall and keep his ground, Frankie felt his heart skip like a child. A mix of joy and surprise spread across his face. Overwhelmed with those feelings, he leaned into you capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt the unspoken longing between the two of you that had been building, building and building. You pressed his body against his, igniting a fire in him that was burning brighter with each passing second.

The kiss deepened into desperate, hungry kisses and you felt Frankie’s tongue thrust into your mouth as his hands dug into your hair. You both lay back against the couch, your tongues intertwined.

You moved on top of him. You rocked your hips against his, hands buried into his curls as you bit at his sultry bottom lip. You wasted no time and grasped the hardness between his legs.

“I need these off Frankie.” You begged. “Please.”

“Anything for you, baby.” Frankie had a surprising talent for taking off his pants with virtually no struggle, he threw them across the room and grabbed your waist to bring you on top of him again. He pressed upwards into you, finding a steady rhythm as his hardness under the cloth of his underwear soothed the ache you had for him. He moved his fingers lower, under your dress and he felt the bare skin where underwear should’ve been. He let out a groan, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit.

When he finally entered his fingers inside of you, he was gentle yet firm. His fingers slowly exploring you, capturing every moment of how you feel and your wetness as if it was going to be the last time.

He applied more pressure into you, getting into a rhythm that built you up as you came hard on his fingers, rocking your hips until it soothed the ache between your legs.

You reached down and began to stroke him, your hand expertly working its way up and down his shaft.

Before you could go any further he held his hand at yours to stop you, reaching for a condom from his jeans pocket.

You settled yourself into position on top of him as his broad body stretched out to grab the condom. You took it from him, ripping the plastic and rolling the latex onto him. Instinctively, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him.

Your breath hitched for a moment, guiding him into you with slow, shallow strokes. Each thrust was deeper until he bottomed out, your back involuntarily arching as he began to plant kisses on your breasts.

Frankie was always in awe that no matter how much the two of you could fuck you were always just so damn tight. He needed that moment to think about anything else so he wouldn’t cum into you right then and there.

You started to rock your hips at a steady rhythm, matching his thrusts. He reached up and grabbed the back of your head, pushing you down towards him, his tongue thrusting into your mouth as if to stake his claim on you right then and there.

Your lips grazed everywhere you could on his face. The lids of his deep brown eyes that enter your mind when you’re brushing your teeth; his curved, strong nose that your mind wanders to when you’re walking through the grocery store; the patches in his beard that you count at night to help you get to sleep.

You were always taught that absence made the heart grow fonder, you never thought about Evan when he was away. But the fact that you could miss Frankie even when he was right under you was a terrifying feeling.

“Harder. Please.” You begged. “I just wanna feel you even when you’re gone.”

He thrust harder into you, your body starting to bounce off of him as you felt yourself tighten around him. His hands grip your ass as you begin to roll into him to soothe your ache, your pelvis digging into his soft stomach.

As you ride him with near pornographic moans coming out of your body, he still only had one thing on his mind.

“Tell me what you said again.” Frankie huffed out, his large hands spreading your ass.

“I cannot – imagine my world without you, Frankie. Nobody can make me feel the way you do. Nobody can make me cum the way you do.”

“Fuck.” He feels his cock start to twitch. “You drive me fucking crazy, amorcita.”

“Tell me again.” You started to move your hips in slow circles, countering Frankie’s deep thrusts into you.

He grabs you by your chin so you’re facing him. You look into his eyes and their blown with lust but also have a passion in them you’ve never seen out of Frankie.

“I love you. Mi amor.” He kisses you, softly. “Mi reina. Mi luz. I’m yours. I’m yours.”

As Frankie’s cock hits a spot deep inside of you, you come hard on his cock, writhing above him and letting out moans Frankie thinks sound better than any vinyl record could.

Frankie spills into you not long after you’ve finished, letting out a deep, guttural moan as he grips you tightly. He stayed inside of you for a few more moments, savoring the feeling of your tight walls gripping around him, the mix of marijuana and your hair.

He slowly pulled away from you, you wincing as he left from inside, and settled you on the couch. He sat up to take the condom off and disappeared into the other room. He came back with a washcloth, just the right amount of warmth between your legs as he washed you.

He left and came back again, this time trading the towel for a large blanket. He covered you while he picked up the abandoned joint to light it back up, positioning it to your lips as he lit it for you.

As if it was divine timing, the electric keyboards of “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” filled the room once again, the record starting itself over.

Frankie settled himself under the blanket with you, his arms around you as you felt the heat of his broad chest. You traced your fingers along his sternum using the same dexterity, as if it were the grooves of the vinyl still playing in the background.

He took the joint from you, taking a hit and humming softly in the background to the song.

You are the sunshine of my life

That's why I'll always be around

You met his eyes in the smoke filled haze, him greeting you with a warm smile as if your pre-sex conversation wasn’t putting a fork in the road of your relationship. The pit of your stomach started to hurt with intensity. This is what it’s supposed to feel like. Your decision is clear.

You’ll figure out the messy in-between later. You’re too high, too blissed out, too sexed out. For now, you nuzzled into his chest, quietly whispering three words so gingerly, you weren’t sure if he could hear you.

You felt his breath hitch and his arms grip you tighter. Whatever was about to happen, Frankie wouldn’t dare to leave.

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[megalony]

Heartache

This is a new Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) imagine that will either have a follow up or a mini series. I hope everyone likes it, feedback and requests are always amazing.

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Summary: While Eric is away on a short voyage, (Y/n) becomes ill and when he comes back he finds his wife's state deteriorated and a secret lurking in the shadows.

Enjoy.

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"Do you have to go soon?" (Y/n) looped her arms around Eric's waist and binded her chest up against his back with her lips pressing light kisses between his shoulder blades. Effectively stopping him from getting dressed, leaving him stood in his trousers and his shirt laid on the back of the chair. She could feel the shiver running beneath his skin and his hands that came to rest over her own that were clasped together on his lower stomach.

One week wasn't nearly as long as some of the other voyages Eric had made in the past, but it was still a long time to be parted from him. (Y/n) didn't like sleeping on her own and when he wasn't here she felt at a loss for what to do.

Eric let his eyes wander over to the clock on the bedside table and held his breath for a few seconds. He did have to go soon, everything was packed and ready to board the ship and they needed to set off on time to be right with the tide.

"Afraid so, but it's only a few days sweetheart." He wiggled round until he was facing (Y/n) and brought his hands up to cup her face. He had to go soon, tardiness was frowned upon and he had to set a good example. The crew would be less accepting if he turned up late with his mind on other matters and his role became slacking.

Leaving had never been so hard until (Y/n) came around, then Eric found himself lost, torn and uneasy whenever he had to go and she couldn't join him. The days became longer and the destination was never as joyful as returning home to the girl who held his heart in her hands.

"You'd best get dressed," (Y/n) mumbled her words against Eric's lips and scratched her nails along his hips. She didn't realise how badly she was enticing him to stay right here and void this voyage for another time.

The willpower Eric had built up was slowly wavering as he looked down upon his wife in his arms and brushed his thumb along her cheek before he captured her with a kiss. This image was going to power him through until he came back home to her. The thought of (Y/n) stood there with her hair falling freely around her shoulders, her dress loosely sliding off one shoulder and a smile that had the power to kill.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now you need to get ready."

With his shirt and overcoat thrown on hazardly, Eric tangled his fingers in his hair, taming the wild curls down enough to look presentable before he turned back towards (Y/n).

"I'll be back in a few days," He confirmed with a nod of his head before he leaned down to capture a gentle kiss. As soon as the touch was there it was gone again and he was retreating, smiling brightly but longingly before he disappeared from the room.

"Just a few days," (Y/n) mumbled quietly to herself with a nod of her head. She just had to get through this week without him, then she could have Eric back to herself and find a way to tell him her news.

that gave her a whole week to wonder how he was going to react, what he was going to say and what would happen after he found out she was pregnant.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'I'll be back in a few days.'

Those words kept running circles through (Y/n)’s mind and when she closed her eyes, those words and Eric’s smile were all she could see. That was all she could think of these past five days, there had been a silent countdown in the back of her mind just waiting for Eric's voyage to come to and end and for him to come back home. It felt like he had said 'we'll talk tomorrow' because tomorrow was never here, it was always today.

Rubbing her reddened, sore eyes with the back of her hand, (Y/n) tipped her head back like she was trying to tip all of the tears into the back of her head to stop them from falling. She felt like she had shed far too many tears already over the past two hours, but they kept on coming and her face felt sticky and tight from the saltwater. The shaking she had felt for over an hour now didn’t seem to be over yet and (Y/n) wished she would just blackout at this point to make everything stop.

The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet but it wasn’t too extensive, the cramps were dull to the point (Y/n) could ignore them, her body was shaking but not as horribly as she had been earlier. She felt like she was beginning to overheat despite the bathroom being very cold and (Y/n) only being in her flimsy nightgown. If she blacked out now and went to sleep for a little while it would be a blessing in disguise.

What was she going to do now?

If she had told Eric before he left about being pregnant, she wouldn't know how to approach him when he eventually came back. What kind of conversation would have happened then if he already knew? How would she tell him she had gone and lost the baby while he'd been away on business?

Maybe this way it was better. If fate planned for (Y/n) to lose the baby, she would rather not have Eric know in the first place. She didn’t want the pity he would feel for her or the way he would hover around her to check if she was alright or walk on egg shells around her.

She didn't want the conversation that would occur if she told him that she had been waiting for the right moment to tell him she was pregnant and then went and lost the baby anyway. Eric didn't need that kind of pain when he came back.

(Y/n) didn't want him or anyone else knowing. She didn't want the disappointment people were going to feel towards her or have anyone wrapping her up in cotton wool to smother her with sympathy she didn't deserve.

But her mind was still conflicted.

Her mind was certain that Eric being oblivious was the best thing for him but her heart was crying out for him. She wanted his arms wrapped around her and his lips on her skin and his voice lulling in her ear, calming her down and helping her to sleep.

Even though she knew he would be heartbroken, conflicted and desperate to help her, she wanted him here. She wanted the affection and comfort Eric would make her feel.

(Y/n)’s aching heart wanted Eric, but her mind was desperate to keep him away.

With a shaky breath, (Y/n) pushed herself up from leaning against the wall and moved onto her knees instead. She couldn't stop the cry from bubbling past her lips when she tried to move her hands but they weren't under her control from how badly she was trembling.

She pushed the two bloodied towels into the corner of the room before grabbing the shirt that had been crumpled up on the floor when (Y/n) first stumbled into the bathroom. It was one of Eric's dress shirts that (Y/n) had been clinging to since he left because it still had his smell and cologne and during the nights, it was a comfort to help her sleep.

(Y/n) let all the energy dwindle away from her body and with little effort, she flopped onto the tiled floor on her side. Her knees coiled up to her aching stomach, her arms bound around her chest and kept the shirt tucked between her hands. She tilted her head down to bury her nose in the collar of the shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling Eric's scent like it was smelling salts to make her feel better.

She didn't care how cold the floor felt against her burning skin or the light chill in the midnight air creeping through from the bedroom. Even the bright light shining down upon her didn't bother (Y/n) anymore. With her eyes closed and her face buried in his shirt, she let her mind wander and welcomed the darkness with open arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eric couldn't hide the slight disappointment from his face when the first person he set his sights on was his mother. He loved her to pieces, he truly did and even when they didn't see eye to eye, their bond was never severed. But right now, with his bag in his hand and Grimsby stood on his right, all Eric wanted to do was set his sights on his wife and wrap himself around her.

A week had gone by quickly but it had felt like a week of withdrawl symptoms for Eric to be away from (Y/n). He had to sleep without her at night and refrain from reaching his arms out in the dark to find out where she was. He had to keep himself busy every minute of the day so his mind didn't wander too far and get lost on the thought of his wife, miles away and out of reach.

If Eric ever went on a voyage without (Y/n), he could guarantee that the moment he stepped through the castle gates, there she was. Stood at the doors waiting to jump into his open arms and whisper how much she had missed him.

He didn't get that today.

(Y/n) was always the first person he set his sights on when he came back, always. And she wasn't here. He wanted to find her and tuck her back into his heart where she belonged.

Eric didn't like the look on his mother's face. She didn't look angry, he knew that expression well. And she didn't look disgruntled or irritated but he couldn't place how she was staring at him.

Uncertain; that was the word that best described what was written all over her features.

"I'll get the rest of the bags, sir."

"Thank you, Grimsby." Eric patted his shoulder before he dropped his bag down at his feet and moved to embrace his mother. She gripped his shoulders tightly like she thought he was a ghost standing in front of her. Nothing bad had happened on his voyage, everything had gone to plan and they were home a few hours earlier than expected, but they let the palace know of this beforehand.

So why was she looking at him like that?

"I haven't been gone that long, mother. Is everything alright, where's (Y/n)?" Leaning down, Eric pressed a kiss to her temple but he couldn't stop himself from looking around the hallway in case (Y/n) were to come out from the shadows at any given moment.

He moved his hands to hold her elbows, steadying her but also keeping her close while he waited, somewhat impatiently, for a response.

"It's been a trying week. (Y/n)'s upstairs in your room-"

"Great, I'll go up and see her."

"Eric, she's not well."

He spun round on his heels, halfway between walking away from his mother and being pulled back towards her when she called back out to him. Something sparked to life in his vibrant blue eyes but his shoulders raised and tensed when he watched his mother press her lips together tightly in a way she did when she was nervous.

"Why, what's wrong?" He didn't like the way his mother reached back out to hold his hand tightly. It was something she did when she wanted to try and calm him down and that told him all he needed to know. Something was very wrong with his wife for his mother to be this worried about his reaction.

"I don't know. She locked the door yesterday and won't let anyone in, she won't even take any food the maids left outside the door. We didn't know what to do."

"Grimsby, with me now please."

Eric flagged a hand out towards Grimsby who was just walking back through the doors before he set off in a run up the stairs.

This had never happened before. (Y/n) didn't like people around her if she was ill, Eric knew that from experience. He was the only person (Y/n) would allow to be around her when she was ill, she didn't even let the maids in the bedroom if she had been sick, no one came near her she didn't like it. She didn't like the looks of pity or the fussing unless it was Eric caring for her and he was much the same.

But he'd never known (Y/n) to lock herself away like this, but then again, he had never been away while she had been ill. He was always here if (Y/n) was sick or feeling under the weather. His mother had never had to try and look out for her or look after her if she was unwell and Eric wasn't around to help.

His feet bashed loudly against the polished steps as he propelled himself around the corner and up the second set of stairs before making a beeline down the corridor. His chambers had never felt so far away than they did in this moment and he was sure the corridor was getting longer, stretching out before him to add more distance between him and his beloved.

Eric was out of breath by the time he arrived in front of his room and for a few seconds, he stood deathly still and as silent as a mouse. His harsh breaths were the only sound in the corridor, other than Grimsby's fast approaching steps.

He leaned close to the door and waited, listening for any sounds, whether it be (Y/n) crying, coughing, screaming or even laughing. Eric just wanted to hear something that gave him an indication of what was going on behind that door, but he heard nothing.

He tried to jiggle the handle, just in case the maids had simply presumed it was locked or (Y/n) told them it was to keep them away. Or in case she knew he was coming back soon and had unlocked the door ready for him to come and see her.

It was locked.

"(Y/n)? Sweetheart it's me, I'm back, can you open the door please?"

Eric heard something on the other side of the door and he pressed his ear against the wood to try and work out what it was. Something muffled, (Y/n) had said something but it was too quiet and distant for Eric to try and work it out. He couldn't hear her moving though, all he heard was (Y/n) mutter something before the room went quiet again.

"(Y/n) open the door."

Tilting his head, Eric glanced over at Grimsby in case he had any bright ideas but the older man looked just as stumped and worried as Eric felt. Was there a spare key to this lock? The only key Eric knew of was the one on the other side of the door that always stayed in the lock, just for safety. Eric had never been locked out of his and (Y/n)'s chamber before, he'd never been on the outside, begging to be let in. He hated it.

Jiggling the handle again, Eric almost pulled it from the door before he sighed through gritted teeth. The door was going to open one way or another, he would make sure of it. He had to get in that room and see what was going on with his wife. If (Y/n) was ill, Eric had to be in there with her.

His hand curled up into a fist and before he could stop himself, he thrashed his knuckles on the door, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear wherever she was in their room.

She was crying.

Eric heard a cry as clear as ever and he felt Grimsby take a step closer to him, signalling that he too had heard her begin to cry.

"Sweetheart talk to me, what's going on in there? If you can't open the door tell me because I'm about to break it down." He wasn't waiting around for very much longer.

If (Y/n) had had a fall or she was too ill to come and unlock the door all she had to do was tell him and he would break the lock to get to her but she had to talk to him. He needed to know if she was badly hurt or just in pain or if he had to get the doctor out to come and assess her. If she could open the door she had to do it now before Eric lost his patience and kicked the door down to get in.

"Sweetheart I'm begging you to talk to me, I'm not gonna ask again. What's going on?"

Both Eric's hands planted down on the door and he tipped his head forward until his temple was against the door. He would pray if needed to get him inside and for (Y/n) to be okay when he got in there but he couldn't wait outside forever, begging to be let in.

Something was wrong with his wife and if she hadn't opened the door by now that told Eric that she couldn't physically get to the door to let him in.

Someone should have tried to find the spare key or pick the lock and see to her before Eric came home. But (Y/n) didn't want anyone in there with her, maybe she had been waiting in agony for Eric to come home because she didn't trust or want anyone else.

"I'm breaking it."

Eric moved his hand towards Grimsby to make him take a step back before Eric himself moved back. He gripped either side of the doorframe and counted to three before he lifted his leg and smashed the heel of his boot into the door. Another swift kick broke the wood and sent the lock flying across the room as the door swung open wide.

He didn't know what he would be walking into and his mind tried to brace him for any and all kinds of situations behind the door.

It took Eric a few seconds to locate his wife. He peered to the left towards the adjoining bathroom but the light was off and the door was partially open, she wasn't in there. He took five long strides into the room and looked around.

The bed was askew. Pillows were strewn all over the bed and two were on the floor like they had been tossed away in anger or frustration. The covers were knotted up into a ball and partially hanging off the end of the bed and a thin sheet was tangled up on the floor.

When Eric moved towards the end of the bed and stood near the closed balcony doors, his heart lurched up into his throat.

There she was.

(Y/n) was curled up in an awkward ball on the floor, half wrapped up in the tangled sheet like she was failing miserably at trying to hide herself away.

Eric collapsed down to his knees beside (Y/n) and reached his hands out, trying to be delicate and careful when he cupped her face in his hands. He brushed her fallen hair out of her eyes and gently tilted her head up so she was looking up at him. Tears were stained all down her face and her lower lip was speckled with blood from how badly she had bitten her lip while he was away. He could feel the way she was shaking, her tremors were vibrating into his bones but it was her fever that sent a spike straight through Eric's heart.

"Fetch the doctor." Tears welled up in Eric's panic-stricken eyes when he looked over at Grimsby who was taking in the state of the room with worried eyes.

"No," (Y/n) lifted a shaking hand up to cup Eric's wrist but all she could do was choke on her words and lean into his touch that she had been aching for all day yesterday and all last night.

"No? Baby, I've just broke down the door because you're collapsed down here. You're clearly not well, you are getting seen by the doctor whether you like it or not."

It was almost laughable, here she was either trying to tell Eric she was okay or deny the fact that she was ill enough to warrant the doctor when he could see with his own eyes that she wasn't well. She hadn't been eating for almost two days, his mother had told him that, she was hiding herself away here and she was barely conscious on the floor. There was no way Eric was risking not calling the doctor to check (Y/n) over.

He looked up to see that Grimsby had already fled the room to call the doctor and it was a relief. It meant (Y/n) had no reason not to talk to Eric now that they were alone and he could get her back to bed and try to figure out what had been going on while he was away.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna pick you up now, okay?"

(Y/n) stayed limp on the floor but she loosened her muscles enough for Eric to move her with ease. He looped her arms around his neck before he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and held her close to his chest. Her mind fogged over when she tucked her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent that had all but vanished from the shirt she had been cradling for the past week.

He tried his best to be careful when he laid (Y/n) down on the bed but when he went to pull away, (Y/n) found some hidden strength in her arms and deadlocked them around his neck.

She could feel him sighing into the crook of her neck before he suddenly climbed over her and awkwardly moved onto the other side of the bed so he was next to her. He laid on his stomach, hovering over the top of (Y/n) without resting any of his weight onto her. His hands dug comfortingly into her hips and he kissed his way up her neck and along her jaw until their noses were brushing together and their lips were centimeters away.

"Tell me what's happened baby."

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to tell him the truth and break his heart as well as hers? Would it be fair to keep such a secret from him?

Yesterday had felt like a dream, everything had happened so quickly and (Y/n) couldn't remember most of it.

She remembered waking up in the bathroom and crawling through the bedroom until she could lock the door and keep herself safely tucked away in her room until Eric came home. Every time Hannah, the maid, would knock, (Y/n) had sent her away. She didn't have the stomach to touch any of the food left outside the door and all she could do was sleep away the pain and fatigue she felt.

It had gone smoothly until this morning.

The cramps came back with vengence and her vision started to spin and blur until all she could do was keep tilting her head whichever way the room was turning. When she tried to get out of bed her legs didn't cooperate and she had no idea how long she had been laid on the floor.

Hearing Eric's voice made her cry out in relief when she knew for sure that she wasn't imagining him.

He had come home, he had come back to her and he was here right now in front of her, just like she had cried and prayed for him to be. But now she didn't know what to tell him or what to do or what to say. If the doctor came and examined her they would find out what had happened and if they told Eric it would hurt him and she didn't want to do that.

But if the pain didn't go away, (Y/n) knew she would need a doctor soon.

"Baby, talk to me." Eric brushed his fingers beneath (Y/n)'s eye and across her cheek when it looked like she was about to pass out or fall asleep. He needed to know what was going on, she couldn't fall asleep on him yet.

"I- I didn't know what to do, everything hurts a-and then I couldn't get up. I just wanted you home."

"I'm here now, sweetheart. We'll get you better, everything will be fine I promise."

She could feel him kissing her temple and his words soaked into her skin like a soothing remedy but it didn't stop (Y/n) from shedding tears. Everything wouldn't be fine when Eric found out what had happened, how (Y/n) had failed while he was away.

(Y/n) just wanted to sleep, everything would feel like a dream in the morning.

"Hey, hey no you stay awake with me. I've just come home, you can't sleep yet baby." Eric rubbed his thumb against (Y/n)'s cheek and tilted her head to try and stimulate her and keep her awake but it wasn't working. He watched her eyes flutter to the back of her head before her head lolled against his arm and she was out.

With a sigh, Eric reached down for the cover and draped it over them both because he could feel (Y/n) shaking despite how flushed she was. His fingers slowly carded through her hair and his lips pressed to her temple. All he could do was wait with her for the doctor to come and assess her.

He shouldn't have left.

#prince eric x reader #prince eric #prince eric imagine #imagine #the little mermaid #the litte mermaid live action #the little mermaid imagine #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king

[jungle-angel]

Just Relax (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob’s an aching mess, but once he’s home it’s a completely different story

Bob pulled into the driveway and shut the truck off for the night, the weight of the day hanging heavy on every last part of his body. He placed his head on the steering wheel and let it all out, the tears flowing freely as shuddering sobs overtook his body. 

He wanted to scream from how much had built up during the day. First it had been the antics of a newbie, a kid barely fresh out of Top Gun who thought he was the cat’s ass and could show off, nearly risking the lives of the team. The second instance had been when Bob had received a stern talking to from Cyclone about how he needed to get a better handle on the new recruits. As if it had been his fault!

The las instance had been when  another arrogant prick had made some unseemly remarks about a photo in Bob’s locker, the photo of you and him snuggling tiny little Auggie while he was still in his little incubator. That had ended with him tackling the guy to the ground and nearly breaking his nose, another instance which had earned him another stern talking to. 

Bob heard the rapping of knuckles on the window and when he bolted upright, there you were, the look on your face being one of concern. “Baby?” you asked as soon as Bob rolled down the window. “Baby what’s wrong?” 

A little whimpering “Oh” escaped Bob’s hoarse throat before his chin began to wobble. You opened the truck door, his six foot frame staggering out onto the driveway before his big arms wrapped around you and pulled you against him. His tears ran hot and burning against your neck as his body shuddered with the sobs that escaped him. One look up at his soft, but pitiful face and you knew something was wrong. 

“Talk to me Bob,” you told him. “What’s wrong?” 

“Baby don’t leave me,” he sobbed. “Please don’t leave me, I’m so sorry.” 

“Bob, what are you talking about?” you asked him, bewildered that he would say such a thing.

Bob unloaded everything onto you, telling you about everything that had happened, his eyes red and stinging horribly from how much he had been crying. 

“Bob I’m so sorry baby,” you cooed, kissing his face. “C’mon in. You need to relax.” 

You were happy that Auggie and Patrick were out of the house with Bob’s mom and dad and that it would just be you and Bob for a few nights. “If it’ll make you feel any better,” you said, turning on the hot water in the bathtub of your shared bathroom. “I had a rough day myself.” 

“What happened?” Bob croaked. 

“Well,” you began. “Auggie almost got into your dad’s pot brownie stash in the fridge.” 

Bob’s eyes suddenly widened in horror. “Damn, I told him to keep those in his room,” Bob groaned. 

“Oh it gets better,” you told him, trying to reach in the medicine cabinet and all the while minding your growing belly. “Baby girl decided she was gonna practice her karate kicks and I ended up peeing my pants in front of my students.” 

Bob made a face. Definitely embarrassing if he ever heard it. “Did you get a new pair of pants?” 

“I did,” you told him. “And then Auggie tossed his cookies all over my shirt.” 

Bob buried his face in his hands. “Baby I’m so sorry,” he apologized. 

“Bob, listen,” you said, taking the jar of dried bath herbs you had made for Bob out of the medicine cabinet. “It happens, we all go through it. Don’t ever apologize for venting. Now get in that bath before I have to haul you in myself.” 

“Yes dear,” Bob answered. 

Bob stripped off every piece of clothing before you helped him in. He gave your belly a kiss as he lowered himself into the steaming hot water, the smells of cedar, eucalyptus, mint and citronella filling his nose before you squirted some Irish Spring on a hot washcloth. You scrubbed his back and shoulders, the obscene groans filling your ears as your baby girl began kicking again. 

“Baby thank you so much,” Bob purred. 

“Bob you know I’d do this for you any day of the week,” you said, kissing his hair. 

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #dagger squad

[vxperorchist]

"I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep."

Alhaitham, Cyno, Albedo, Xiao, and Childe x Gn! Reader

In which the reader and their partner breaks up. MORE TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS 🤑 (Last kiss - Speak now!)

Ohmigod I haven't written for Albedo in forever I'm so DONE

Theme: Angst! ( I literally never write angst give me some slack here)

Warnings: None, just angst and sadness really.

(Xiao's part is so much more sadder than necessary 💀)

Alhaitham

Alhaitham knew you were going to leave. He felt you growing distant, colder. Your relationship was never stable. You were two souls who didn't handle romance well and tried to force it upon yourselves. Therefore, it ended in the blink of an eye.

You were straight forward with him. That's how you approached everything with one another. He was always direct with you, and you were likewise.

Alhaitham didn't linger on the thought of you, and nor did you either. You moved on, you looked happier.

He watched as you giggled with your friends in the Akademiya. No words were ever exchanged between the two of you, but there would always be lingering glances. He wasn't one for second guessing himself, but he couldn't help but wonder "what if?" Every time he makes eye contact with the same eyes that used to look at him so lovingly.

Cyno

Cyno put you at risk. Not only did he put his life on the line, but also yours. He had enemies, and he put your life in danger by being associated with him.

Both of you were aware of this. Cyno made a great amount of effort to keep you from any harm, and for the most part he did. You were his biggest supporter, but to an extent.

Your life has been threatened on this occasion. You told Cyno you wouldn't live a life of constant fear anymore. He understood, but it hurt. It hurt so badly.

He finds himself wondering what he could have done differently. He watches as you live freely now, doing whatever you desire around the city without worry.

He loves it for you though. Cyno loves seeing you free. He's better off knowing you're free and happy without him, then knowing you're contained and fearful with him.

Albedo

The two of you fell apart naturally. You were a known couple throughout Mondstadt, the two honored alchemists were together romantically.

It was never all rainbows and happiness however. Albedo found himself distancing himself from you, and you found yourself distancing yourself from him.

There were no grudges or arguments, it was a lack of communication. The two of you realized this, but neither of you had the willpower or time to fight for the relationship to work.

However, when he finds you sitting at a bar talking with another guy, he can't help but think he was too high maintenance. The two of you were both too independent to work together.

Xiao

Xiao knew it was his fault. He let someone he loved go, again. You were so patient with him, so gentle. You never gave up on him. He acted like he didn't notice your responses to his actions, but deep down he always did.

Xiao couldn't handle love. He knew what happened every time he loved someone. He was so fearful of losing you physically, that it cost him the loss of you mentally.

He couldn't handle the thought of his issues weighing you down. That's why he pushed you away. It hurt him just as much as it hurt you.

Every time you visit the inn he can't help but watch. He knows you blame yourself, but in the end it was never you. He watches as you look for him, or trace of his presence. He watches as you smile when you see something that reminds you of him. It pains him even more to see that you still care.

Childe

You couldn't handle Childe's reckless behavior anymore. You weren't about to watch your boyfriend, someone you imagined a future with be taken away from you while you were with him.

You explained that to him, and he didn't listen. The price of not listening was losing you.

He was lost. He couldn't have chosen between work and you. He knew you cared, and you left because you cared so much about him that you sacrificed your own happiness.

It took him a while to understand why you did what you did, but when he finally understood he could barely tolerate himself.

He'd watch you avoid eye contact with him in the city. He'd notice every time you were in his presence, you'd avoid him. You had impaled your heart for the sake of him, and now his own heart was being shattered as a result of his childish mistakes.

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #orchistlist #albedo #childe tartagalia #alhaitham #al haitam x reader #genshin impact xiao #cyno x reader #cyno #genshin cyno

[dandelion-delusion]

Mute Pt.1

I've been with Rick's group since the run to the city when they met Rick and I, we had been in the same hospital room, he'd gotten shot and I had damaged my vocal cords. Together we met a man named Morgan and his son Duane. They informed us about the state of the world and how to keep ourselves safe from the dead roaming the streets. 

Even if these people had kept me alive and taught me many valuable skills, I wanted them to stop talking to me about anything and everything. If I was able to speak I would most likely tell them to shut up. 

I was helping Lori with the collecting eggs from the chicken coop as she ranted about her life. She shed tears that had been suppressed by the pressure of surviving in this world. I could visibly see the sweat seeping through her skin and her eyes screaming for help, but I can't give it to her, I can't speak. How could she talk to me like she's speaking to a therapist only to have no response? How come she doesn't talk to the man she married? "I hate not knowing," She stated, without giving context, then vomited in an empty bucket on the coop's floor. "No need to worry over that, I can rinse it out later, just the morning sickness," Lori noted. That must be what she meant by "I hate not knowing"?

Once Lori's therapy, and my torture, ended I headed over to the Greene house for a checkup Hershel promised me. I sat down on the bed in a guest room as he looked me over for any major injuries. He sat beside me on the bed and asked me basic "yes" or "no" questions to which I nodded "yes" or "no". "Have you ever been able to speak?" he questioned. I nod and he continued with the questions. "Y/n, does it hurt to use your voice?" I nodded and he excused himself. The Greene's never ranted or tried too hard to keep me in the conversation, but they never made me feel like I wasn't there like the rest of the group did.

After learning that Hershel could only hope that I could get my voice back by adjusting to using it again, I headed to the R.V to clean the guns. I looked up to see Shane stomping in, cursing out Rick quite freely. Eventually he realized he wasn't alone and a look of panic flashed across his face. He looked up to identify the person, and once recognized me, rolled his eyes and continued his rant to himself aloud. He couldn't care less about what he said around me, I wouldn't be able to repeat it to someone else.

Above me, on the roof of the R.V sat Dale, keeping watch. I joined him after finishing with the guns, leaving Shane to talk as he was. A sigh escaped Dale's lips before speaking."There has been no activity all day, you sure it's worth spending your free time up here with me?" I Nodded my head, not bothering to check if he saw it or not.

 I didn't come up here to spend time with him, I came up here to enjoy the silence, glad to be a part of it. This is where I went to escape the headache that this group gave me. I felt like when I was up this high up I didn't need to be able to communicate, I was just me, as I was before. myself. The group didn't know me, I was just some girl who was capable of pulling through, incapable of simple speech. To them I was a Nobody.

When I could see the stars in the sky, long after Dale had left for bed I attempted to use my voice. It hurt, like the knife was tearing through my throat all over again, and the sound that I forced out wasn't right. At first I thought there was a walker out here with me, in the dark. It had been so long since I had made a sound that I forgot how it sounded to hear a noise of my own, instead of words from every person who wasn't me.

#twd x teen!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd x reader #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x you

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

William Rex Chapter 9

WARNING! This story contains mentions of human trafficking and mental health issues.

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William: "My eyes were not deceiving me."

William: "You are noble, greedy,.....kind and strong."

The heat of the eyes that pour into me and I was so drawn into them.

I feel like I'm going crazy and that my heart is thumping against my chest.

(Ah....No)

(I can't look away)

The sound of my own heart is making noise behind my ears.

(But....why can't I look away?)

(Is it because I'm going crazy? If I am, why can't I look away?)

My heart was brought back to life by one word that William gave me.

Like buds waiting for spring, they begin to tear apart, leaving reason behind.

(Am I really....)

Do I want to bathe in this heat more?

William: "......Now."

William opens his mouth and comes back to himself.

William: "I'll leave the rest to Ethan and the others. Let's not stay too long at the crime scene."

Kate: "....Yes."

I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and for a moment he was dizzy and shaky on my feet.

Kate: "Then....I'm looking forward to working with you."

Ethan: "Rest assured that we will make sure that she is given the proper treatment."

(I'm so glad they all didn't end up marooned in a place like this....)

The girl sleeping in my arms was handed over to William's men and we got onto the carriage.

As I sat down, I felt both relieved and exhausted all at once.

William: "You must be tired, get some rest."

William: "If you need a place to lean on, you can use my shoulder or lap. Whichever you like."

(Whichever I like....)

My eyes follow William's body before the option of refusing comes to mind.

The feeling of being hugged on the way home after the mission at the bank comes back to me vividly.

----FLASHBACK----

William: "Come here."

Everything he gave me went deep into my body and gently caressed and soothed me.

(I want to feel that medicinal and poisonous....warmth again)

(Lean on him, now)

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

William: ".....Kate."

William: "No one will blame you for being true to your desires."

(True to my desires.....)

(I remember the same words being said to me once before....and I countered with....)

I would rather not have desires than suffer if they don't come true.

In the first place, I thought that I, who had silently watched someone else's hopes being crushed, was not qualified to fulfill my selfish desires.

(But only to William, if at all)

(In front of this person.....who sees through my pettiness and my shabbiness, but forgives me.....)

(I'd like to be honest)

(Just like I was able to voice my desires to help that little girl just a few minutes ago....be true to my heart)

Kate: "William, I'd like you to.....lend me your shoulder."

William: "I'd be honored. Of course, with pleasure."

Gently pulling me closer, I rest my head on his shoulder.

I can smell that rose scent from the quality jacket touching my cheek.

(....Smells good)

Breathing deeply, the rationality of my surroundings melt away and crumbles along with my core.

William: "Good night, Kate. Sweet dreams."

William gently brushed my messy hair back over my ears.

(This hand has not changed since the day we met)

(A hand that brutally kills people. A hand that plays piano gracefully, without feeling sorry)

(Nevertheless....)

Not only is it not horrible, but I'm not even sure I want that temperature.

Is it because I have gone crazy?

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"Who killed you?"

"Me."

Then a voice follows.

"Is that wrong?"

"If you were killing your heart so that you wouldn't get hurt and could be happy."

"The hearts that have been unleashed freely may be badly hurt and unhappy down the road."

"Is that really a good thing?"

Kate: "Good morning, William!"

William: "......."

William: "Good morning. What's the matter? You're up awfully early today."

Kate: "Usually, I would always have to knock on your door or look around to search for you, but today I thought, I would wake up early and catch you before you disappear."

(I want to like myself today more than I did yesterday)

I might be crazy now, but I would not want to go back to being the person who stopped at the door.

Kate: "Actually, I was wondering if you were still sleeping in your room, so I...."

Kate: "I just wanted to see you get up in the morning and leave your room."

William: "Fufu...sorry, I always let you wander around in this unfamiliar castle, huh?"

Kate: "No, I'm glad you did. I got to know this castle better while I was looking around for you."

William: "Hmmm? So, did you find a place you like?"

Kate: "Yes....the nice window overlooking the garden, the kitchen is always beautiful...."

Kate: "Also the hallway where, for a few moments in the morning, the light shines through the large windows and it's like a flower blooming on the floor."

Kate: "Oh and...of course the hall where you play the piano too."

(Hm....?)

William: "I'm glad you're liking your temporary lodging."

(Maybe William is....I wonder if he was purposely accepting my time walking this castle alone)

Seeing for yourself so that you can know and accept this place.

My heart is buoyed by the kindness that may have been poured out without my noticing.

(If I ask him, he will surely answer back with a question, asking 'What do you think?" so....I'll just take that as a yes)

Kate: "So, what are your plans for today?"

William: "I decided when I woke up this morning that I would go along with whatever you wanted to do today."

Kate: "Me?"

William: "Whatever you want? We will do anything you like."

(....In that case)

Kate: "I want to go visit the people who were forced to work in that workhouse."

The people I saw yesterday were in shambles physically, but more than that, their self-esteem had been crushed and their hearts were dead.

Even if they receive treatment in the hospital and their bodies recover, they cannot get back on their feet if their minds remain dead.

(But I feel like if there is someone who cares about them and listens to them....)

(It might inspire their minds)

Just like William did for me.

Kate: "I just want to say 'I hope you guys are doing well."

Kate: "Or I can at least send a bouquet of flowers and a card anonymously, even if I can't reveal my true identity. Can I.....?"

William: "Fufu...of course you can."

William: "I knew you would say that, so I already arranged for a carriage."

Kate: "That's great.....huh?"

William: "Hm?"

Kate: "H-How did you know?"

William: "I guess it's because I realized yesterday that you're the kind of person who wants to protect someone so badly that guilt crushed your heart."

(.......Nn)

He smiled at me lovingly, and I suddenly felt shy and looked away.

Kate: "....You see through everything. Is there something William doesn't know?"

William: "Of course."

Kate: "Like?"

William: "Like....."Why do you like to ask so many questions?"

Kate: "......Do you dislike it?"

William: "Haven't I already answered that question before?"

William bends down and slowly whispered into my ear.

William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."

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William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."

Kate: "....Mm."

My heart jumped and I stopped breathing for a moment.

------Options-----

What do you mean by 'quite the opposite'?

Say no more.

I'm glad.

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Kate: "I see. I'm glad."

(What, what am I saying?)

William: "Ahahaha!"

(I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't pass if off like I did before...)

(It's the kind of thing William would probably say to anyone...But I'm still happy)

William looked at me with amusement as I desperately tried to keep my composure.

I am frustrated that this attitude seems to affirm my expectations.

(If he keeps saying things like 'I like you' or 'I'm glad you're happy' to.....anyone)

(Then just like me.....)

Then my heart will keep on rolling towards him before I can have a reason to catch it.

William: "Let's go then."

...............

Kate: "The Royal Hospital....in such a magnificent place?"

Holding a bouquet of sympathy flowers, I visited a large hospital with several towering wards.

William: "Yeah, I was hoping for some kind of temporary luxury for the people I ran into on my Crown assignment who couldn't get back to their daily routine right away."

William: "The most convenient place to set up such a special ward was in the Royal Hospital, where Her Majesty's authority extends."

(I see....)

Kate: "Did William, by any chance, create it? That special ward?"

William: "Mmhm. I did it for me."

As we walked the long path to the entrance, William carefully explains.

William: "It takes time for those who have been oppressed, deprived of their will, lost or forgotten their self-esteem, to regain their identity."

William: "There's not enough room in the city of London to wait for that."

Kate: "Why is it necessary for you to help....victims get themselves back on track?"

William: "Because I like to see people act as their own masters."

Kate: "Act as their own masters....?"

William: "It's about facing your desires, being prepared to accept the consequences, and following through."

William: "Just as you said 'I want to help' and stood with the little girl in your arms."

Just as the sun shines through the clouds, the shadow of the hospital falls at our feet.

At the border between sun and shade, William stopped once.

William: "There's a lot of fear involved in wanting to do what you want and having to pick and choose among so many options."

William: "Whether happiness awaits you or misfortune awaits you...."

William: "You can't blame anyone for the consequences of the choices you make and want to make."

Slowly, William's black leather shoes step across the boundary into the shadows.

William: "......That's why the moment you're about to step out is so beautiful."

William: " I want to see the moment when the desire after the conflict is vividly revealed."

William: "There is no reason. It's just my instinctive craving."

William's eyes, as if remembering something, are feverish as if mesmerized.

It was much like the heat I felt in William's eyes at that workhouse.

William: "In other words, I give sick people proper treatment, food, clothing, shelter, and time to think."

William: "I appreciate the way they choose how they will live their lives in the future."

Kate: "....I don't know how the patients feel about it."

Kate: "The return you seek is also what they want."

It is the freedom to choose, of one's own volition, not to be trampled on by anyone.

Kate: "You talk as if you are forcing me to do an equivalent exchange, but it seems to me that you are just giving."

William: "....If that's how you see it, then maybe you're right."

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William identified himself at the reception desk and the director greeted us.

The patients brought in last night all seemed to have very severe symptoms.

It was going to take some time before we are allowed to visit them.

Kate: "Um...I'd like to put this bouquet in the patient's room."

Director: "Oh my.....thank you very much. We'll make sure they receive it."

Kate: "......Thank you."

Director: "But....I am surprised that the Count would talk about that ward in public."

Upon receiving the bouquet the Director looked at me with interest from behind his glasses.

William: "She's special. There is no problem with her being known. If necessary, I can show you a letter from Her Majesty."

Director: "No no. I am sure that Her Majesty the Queen will not deny what you are doing."

(Does the Director know about the Crown....or is he an endorsing collaborator who agrees with William's ideals?)

In any case, I can see that he seems to be building a trusting relationship with William.

William entrusted him with the people he helped. That alone seemed to me to be enough to make it unnecessary for me to be vigilant.

Director: "More importantly.....Count, a patient who is about to be discharged from the hospital has asked to speak with the person who helped her for the last time."

William: "Oh, her. I don't mind, but our conversation will be through the door as usual, right?"

(Through the door.....?)

........

As we walked through the corridors of the special ward, I heard that the girl was the victim of a human trafficking case that William had solved.

When he rescued her, she was locked in a cage, though she never saw William's face.

She wants to talk to him because she has heard him decry the killer.

Kate: "Why do you only talk to them through the door?"

William: "The more you get involved, the greater the need to keep your mouth shut."

William: "I don't bother to let people know who I am if they haven't seen my face."

Kate: ".......But, don't you want to see them step out?"

(I guess you can't see them directly through the door....)

William: "I'm happy as long as I get to watch them fly away from the ward."

William: "You can see its beauty in profile from a distance or....also through a door."

A knock on the hospital room door and the director enters.

Director's voice: "Your King has arrived."

The director's calm voice is followed by light footsteps approaching the door.

Kate: "King?"

William: "That's the nickname she gave me because I was giving orders to her captor. 'The King."

Kate: "Fufu....."

Girl's voice: "Um....are you there?"

William: "Yes. Hello. I heard you're going to be discharged soon. I'm happy for you."

William answered firmly to the modest but earnest voice that flew in from the other side of the door.

Girl's voice: "T-Thank you for coming.....I'm feeling better now. I also had a nice dream."

William: "I'm glad. What did you dream?"

Girl's voice: "I saw a dream where I was growing flowers.....so I decided when I leave here.....I want to grow flowers."

Girl's voice: "I never want to back to that aunt and uncle."

Her words, full of determination echoed heavily in my heart.

(Ah.....it's true. Even through the door, I can tell)

(That this child can stand and walk.....by herself as her own master when she leaves the nest from this hospital)

William: "...That's a nice wish."

Just accepting that commitment, as William always does with me.

He laughed softly like rain in spring.

Girl's voice: "Also! .....If I recognize your voice on the street, may I give you a flower?...........just one.........if you don't mind?"

William: ".....These words alone are more than enough for me."

Girl's voice: "..................I see. Okay......Umm....."

William: "Hm?"

Girl's voice: ".......................thank you."

The girl's voice was a little wet with tears.

William: "Yeah. Take care of yourself. I wish you all the happiness in the world ahead."

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Kate: "......."

William: "You don't look happy."

Kate: "....You. You saved a lot of people. Not just last night, but all this time."

Kate: "But no one who is saved knows you."

Not even a single flower reaches him.

(Someday, I'll have to say goodbye to William like that too.....)

(William even listened to the voices in my heart that I was killing.....and set me free)

Without William, I could not have even brought the flowers here like this.

I'm sure he did the same with the girl, the other patients, and the people he met at the 'tea party'.

(Also....)

(Why wouldn't William accept the desire to give something back?)

He just gives and gives and gives and that makes me frustrated.

William: "I'm not some kind-hearted philanthropist."

William: "Not even a righteous man like your favorite, Brian."

Kate: "....I know that."

William: "All I want is for my loved ones to be able to live the life they want."

William: "For what I want to protect, I kill those who harm it."

William: "What we are doing is no different than a butterfly. It's a 'selection of life."

William's blood-colored eyes stare at me.

It was like a beautifully crystallized jewel, frozen in cold resolve.

William: "But even if it were a sin, I wouldn't be my master if I didn't."

William: "The power that can only be described as 'evil', is born with the ability to twist people's wills.......and take away their freedom."

William: "I decided to use it to carry out my self-righteousness."

William: "That ward is my self-righteous box garden. You can laugh at me as if I were an arrogant god."

Kate: ".....I won't laugh."

Kate: "I suppose that when the day comes for us to part, I too will wish......to give you flowers."

William: "Fufu, oh yeah?"

A gruesome death to those who trample freedom and will.

For the oppressed and voiceless, they are loved like a benevolent rain.

Dangerous and frightening, kind and forgiving. His conflicting components lived together without contradiction.

(The power to subvert the will of man and take away his freedom....is a power that can only be described as 'evil')

One can't help but feel the cruelty of luck that William, a man who respects free will and choice, was born with such power.

Kate: "What was it.....that made you decide to use that power?"

William: "Looks like Kate has more questions that usual, today."

Kate: "Because you have a lot of mysteries."

William: "I want you to say, 'unraveling fun."

I make firm eye contact with him to keep him from going up in smoke.

Kate: "......You exposed your heart, and keep no secrets to yourself."

William: "Hahaha! You're being very bullish."

William: "You're not the same person you were yesterday."

Kate: "I am a noble, greedy, gentle, and strong person like you said."

William: "Fufu..Hahaha....that's right."

I'm miffed when William chuckles in a funny way.

(......Even though you said so)

William: "You've got a cute sulky face, you know that?"

When he caught a carriage, William smirked.

William: "Come, I'll tell you an old boring tale. I'll make it short."

Chapter 10

#ikemen series #ikemen villain #ikemen villains #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen villains william #ikemen mc

[only-lonely-stars]

Splintered Ice

Oneshot – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

For all intents and purposes, the Ice Emperor is dead. However, his ghost remains, in icy joints and frosted eyes. How can Zane trust himself not to become him again? How can he heal? How could anyone begin to forgive him?

Ice cracks. It splinters. It shatters. Zane shivered; every movement, punctuated by the sound of fractures. What was it like to move freely- to not be frozen to his seat? To feel human, instead of frozen? To feel alive…

Crack, crack, crack, snap. The cold anthem of his existence. An orchestra of fractured glass. Horrible, beautiful.

Everything was white and gray. What did color look like, again? His mind was sluggish. No matter where he looked, the world was hidden by a panel of frosted glass, shielded from his tyranny. Maybe it was better that way.

The door creaked open, and Zane's frosted eyes slowly panned to it. He started, edging away as Pixal approached him with a plate of hot food and a sympathetic smile. Whatever she was saying was lost to his ears; he backed away, trying to tell her to flee. What if she froze? What if there was no way for Kai to thaw her? What if he controlled her?

No sound escaped his throat; only the sound of cracking ice. Pixal smiled gently and nodded; she gave him space but stayed in the room. How foolish. Zane shivered violently, snowflakes falling from his hair. Why wouldn't she leave? Didn't she value her safety?

Logically, Zane already knew the answer. She was a nindroid, like him. She believed he wasn't a threat. But what if he was? What if she was wrong?

Something clinked loudly on the ground; an icicle, falling from his hand and joining the pile below.

Was it just Zane, or did it feel like the world was tilting off its axis? He leaned on his hands, trying to support himself as the world spun out of order. What was happening to him? The warmth of the sun streaming through the window felt far-away, glinting off his metal in a painful glare on the permafrost.

Pixal shielded her eyes, and Zane felt pure, unadulterated guilt. It swelled up in his stomach, hot and painful and unnatural. He hated it. How could he let this happen?

Zane hugged himself tightly, attention turning inward. Maybe he deserved this, as punishment for freezing the Never Realm and all its people. Because he believed Vex. Maybe he deserved this for so blindly thinking he could safely reboot that accursed mech. It- it was all his fault, anyway! If he hadn't dragged it into that cave, or hadn't tried to fix it, or had looked around before he interfaced with it, or had backed up his memories again, or had just thought twice about what Vex said, this wouldn't be happening!

He heard a muffled voice, murmuring comforting words, but he knew he didn't deserve them. Pixal was always so compassionate. Too compassionate for a slow, outdated droid like him. An old operating system in a new body- a relic, whose only value was his power source.

Was he always like this? Maybe the veil had just been lifted away, showing the true horror of his nature– his inhumanity, finally on display for an entire world to see. It was all he could do to afford himself the mercy of gratitude that it wasn't Ninjago that saw his awful nature. They used to know him as a beacon of justice, light, and truth. What was he now? A tyrant? His memory banks were empty of decades of information. What had he done for the past twenty years? Thirty, perhaps? Maybe even forty? All of it was blank, wiped from his mind by the very staff that corrupted him.

Where was that accursed staff, anyway? Had he truly broken it? Even now, he could remember the feeling of it in his grip, heavy and slick. It released hidden power– did it also release hidden intentions? Maybe he had always wanted to rule. He still felt its heavy weight in his hand, cold and cruel.

Zane shivered again, and more snowflakes fell into the food before him. The world had stopped spinning, leaving him feeling numb. The plate of food in front of him was no longer steaming, having its heat sapped by his ice.

The frost over his eyes was thicker, but he saw Pixal, edging closer to him. She put her hand on his, and Zane felt even more numb. She had to know he was going to freeze her, right? Did she really trust him enough not to be afraid? He frowned, unmotivated to correct her mistaken trust. She would see eventually. He remembered so little about her anymore, but he remembered that she would never budge when she chose to do something. She was grounded. He didn't remember being like that, even though he knew he was once. Didn't someone once tell him that time erodes memory and mind alike?

Maybe it would be okay to submit to her affections, just once. Surely it wouldn't hurt her, right? Slowly, he knitted his fingers together with hers, as small chunks of ice splintered from his joints. She held his hand tightly, and murmured in his ear. Zane shook his head, clearing the frozen fog for a moment. He needed to eat; as one of the perks of being Borg's most advanced machine, he ran almost like a person would. Including digestion.

Pixal raised a piece of warm bread to his mouth, and he ate without tasting. The warmth radiated through him, gone too quickly. He ate more, giving her a faint, frostbitten smile. She was too good for him. How did he deserve her care?

The food was gone before Zane realized. When was the last time he had eaten? Either way, the room felt less cold. Stable. Almost like home. With Pixal, anywhere felt like that, he was remembering. He felt safe.

He blinked slowly, watching the frost on his eyes break off as ice and fall. His ears were ringing- weird. Pixal took the dishes and kissed him on the cheek, but he was unable to look at her; as he tried to turn his neck, the sound of ice breaking heralded his effort. Instead, he focused on clearing his mind. A few deep breaths brought a sense of calm, and Zane relaxed a little. He hadn't hurt Pixal. She was safe from him.

A few more bits of ice fell out of his hair, looking akin to diamonds. Zane smiled for a fleeting moment. He would be okay, right?

He sighed. "Okay" was a relative term at best, after all. For now, for his own safety (and more importantly, for everyone else), he would stay isolated. He laid down, looking at the ceiling as tendrils of frost again invaded his vision. Just for now, he would wait…

It wasn't hiding, right?

No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. It was really self-preservation.

Zane smiled faintly, closing his eyes. It was a good idea to stay away, just for a little longer. Even if it meant locked, icy joints. Even if it meant an inability to sit up. Even if it meant disappearing. It was in everyone's best interests. It was a good thing.

#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago pixal #pixane #zane julien #pixal borg #zangst #post-season 11 #ninjago fanfiction #OLST fanfic #OLST writing

[ailendolin]

for the prompts, I'd love to see "Home" for Robin and Julian - platonic or romantic, wherever the idea takes you ♡♡ ty for doing these again!

Thank you for the prompt and for your continuous support! 💙 I decided to work both platonic and romantic Chess Husbands into your ficlet and I hope you'll like it!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Trapped

“So, at which point did you stop trying to leave this hellhole?” Julian asked when he found himself alone with Robin in the walled garden one day, just a few weeks after his death.

Robin looked up from the snail he had been watching and tilted his head – not unlike a dog, Julian thought. He shrugged. “Don’t know. Things were different back then.”

“Different,” Julian repeated, curious despite himself. “How so?”

With a sigh, Robin stood up and glanced at the fields in the distance. “No house. Just grass and Stones and trees. Could roam more freely.”

Julian blinked. “So you weren’t always trapped.”

His mind started whirring with the implications of this new piece of information. Perhaps there was a way out of this place after all, and he just had to–

“We not trapped,” Robin said with a frown. “We bound. To the Stones that were here, then the settlements and the village until the sickness came. Now we bound to the house.”

“And in-between?” Julian asked, unwilling to let it go. “There must have been times when there was just, you know–“ He gestured at everything around them. “Land.”

Robin gave him a long-suffering look.

“Stones,” he repeated with emphasis – as if that explained anything. “Could walk to the forest, swamp, river … but never beyond. Stones always pull back even without house.”

What little hope of getting away from this purgatory Julian had had until now flickered out like a candle in the wind. “So we are trapped.”

He heaved a heavy sigh and, sitting down on one of the benches Heather kept in the garden but never used, let his shoulders hang like a puppet with its strings cut. He didn’t want to stay here with these weirdos. He wanted his life back – hell, he’d even become a stay-at-home dad and take care of his kid if that’s what it took to get out of here. He was that desperate.

Robin sat down next to him.

“Is not so bad,” he said quietly and gestured at the garden and the house behind them. “Is home.”

Julian shook his head. “It’s hell.”

“Hell is just fad. Will pass,” Robin said easily. “House will crumble, new one will be built or nature will take over – doesn’t matter. All this here, land, people – always home.”

Julian thought about that for a moment. “You truly believe that bullshit?”

Robin chuckled and patted his arm. “Is okay. You understand one day.”

He nudged Julian’s knee with his own before he suddenly jumped up to chase after a squirrel. Shaking his head at Robin’s antics, Julian muttered to himself, “Weirdo.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the house that had taken his life and trapped him with these people he would have never looked at twice under any other circumstances, let alone talked to.

“Home.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. “As if.”

(A few decades later, he would be lying on the grass next to Robin where that bench used to stand and feel Robin’s fingers brush against his in the dark. His old, battered heart would miss a beat and he would look away from the moon to his dearest friend and finally understand what Robin had meant all those years ago: that sometimes, a home was more than a place; was soft furs, gentle fingers and a toothy smile – and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.)

#julian fawcett #robin the caveman #chess husbands #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #birthday prompts 2023 #ask game prompt ficlet

[haywire-hetfield]

53 for yoru favorite Pam and Tommy ship? Idk anything about it

Thank you for indulging me <3 I chose Pamela and Tommy because I feel soft about them right now. Light tw for the mentions of a miscarriage (it's just one line)

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

53) "Please, be gentle."

Tommy knew the past month had been rough on both of them. Losing the baby had taken its toll on both himself and Pamela, and it had taken them almost the entire time to be able to get intimate again. It had been more of Pamela not feeling ready to, but he’d always respected that decision. Understood it even. He couldn’t even imagine what it must feel like for her. 

Still, he was grateful when he finally did find himself on top of her again. He’d missed getting to connect like this, missed the warm feeling of her skin bare against his. His hips rocked against her, not yet actually inside. He knew it’d be better once he was buried inside of her. 

She took his face in his hands, eyes scanning over his features. He stared back at her, smiling a bit. She’d always been so beautiful and it was nearly distracting. She hesitated for a few moments before she spoke. 

“Please. Be gentle,” Pamela murmured and Tommy nodded, leaning down to kiss her softly. She raked her nails down his chest, not digging in the same way she’d done a thousand times before. They weren’t rough with one another this time around, that wasn’t what either of them needed. They just needed to be close to one another, to find solace in each other’s arms. 

“Always,” He promised her once he pulled away from the kiss. He lined himself up and began pressing inside of her slowly. “Tell me if it hurts,” She gave a nod of her head and let out a quiet sigh as he bottomed out soon after. 

“You’re so sweet to me,” She paused to let herself adjust to him. It didn’t feel like just a physical adjustment now, but also an emotional one. Tears welled up in her eyes and he wiped them away as soon as they fell. “It’s okay, I’m okay. Start moving,” She promised him and he nodded after a moment, deciding to trust her and take her word for it. She’d tell him if anything changed. 

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here,” Tommy pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before he started moving. He kept his thrusts slow, steady, soft. Each thrust was deep and dragged against every sensitive spot. Her hands found his shoulders and manicured fingertips ground into his skin. “You feel perfect around me,” He praised. “I love you,” He whispered to her. 

“I love you more,” She whispered back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down flat against her body. He hugged her back and continued rocking into her. The close press of their bodies caused friction against her clit with every thrust and she let out a breathy moan. Everything was so overwhelming, though she didn’t want to stop. Tears leaked freely from her eyes now. “Tommy,” Her voice was close to a whine as she began crying, clinging to him and wishing they could stay like this forever.

#pamela anderson x tommy lee #tommy lee x pamela anderson #tommy lee smut #tommy lee nsft #smut #nsft #pam & tommy #rpf #pamela anderson smut #pamela anderson nsft #motley crue nsft #motley crue smut #tommy lee #pamela anderson #motley crue

[borrowedtimeandspace]

Picking Up the Pieces 1/3

1 [here] | 2 | 3

AU: A Patient, and Time (Donna AU); direct continuation of December Without Roses

Note: the angst continues because I said so

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Donna Noble lay on her bed, dead to the world.

The Doctor stood silently over her. He ignored the slow loss of feeling in his fingers as his hands clenched into fists in his pockets.

This was for the best. Donna would be with her family, and get on with her life. As long as she didn't remember anything about her travels in the TARDIS. As long as she forgot her friends and, even worse, the woman she had become along the way.

Everything in the Doctor’s body felt like it was hanging on by a thread. He wanted nothing more than to stay by her side until she woke up, to tell her everything and have his best friend back. But that was impossible now. Letting himself break down would do no one any good. He had to be strong. Sylvia and Wilfred were waiting, and the Doctor wasn't the only one grieving Donna’s loss.

His eyes slid slightly to the left of the bed.

“Zepheera.”

The borrower, similarly standing watch over Donna on the nightstand beside the bed, hadn't spoken a word to the Doctor since they left the TARDIS. After the fuss she'd put up before– for good reason, considering she had no say in what happened to Donna– her silence in the aftermath was almost unsettling. It had been so long since he'd seen Zepheera this quiet.

Even now, she seemed to ignore him. He took a gentle step closer and reached a hand toward her, one knuckle on track to nudge her shoulder. “C’mon, let's–”

“I'm not leaving her,” she snapped, swatting his finger away before he could make contact first.

The Doctor blinked and pulled his hand back. The actual blow hurt far less than the venom in her tone, the way she turned her back on him completely, arms crossed tight over her chest.

He waited a breath before trying again. “We can't stay. She's going to wake up soon.”

“Then she shouldn't be alone.”

With a sigh and a glance toward Donna to make sure she was still out cold and hadn't stirred, he drew closer and knelt next to the nightstand to be closer to Zepheera's level.

“I know it hurts. She can't be reminded of us, anything we–”

“Don't patronize me!” Zepheera spat, shooting a glare at him over her shoulder. “I heard you the first time.” 

The Doctor winced. Of course, she was still angry with him. Though he'd done his best to ignore them as he wiped Donna’s memory, he wouldn't soon forget her wailing sobs when it was done. The way she screamed “Don't touch me!” right in his ear when he attempted to comfort her.

She scrambled away from him as soon as she could, ending up on the old seat next to the console as the Doctor sank to the floor with Donna halfway across his lap. When she demanded a proper explanation for what he did, he gave it freely. Zepheera deserved to know that Donna could no longer be a part of their lives and why.

“You didn't even try,” Zepheera had murmured once the Doctor was done. She spoke numbly and wouldn't look him in the eye. “You could have told me, we could have looked for something else to make her better–!”

“There was nothing else,” the Doctor maintained. “Wiping her mind was the only way to keep her alive. I'm sorry I didn't involve you, but if I didn't act quickly, she was going to die–”

“Then WHAT is the POINT of us?!”

The Doctor clenched his teeth as Zepheera rounded on him, tiny violet eyes overflowing with tears once again.

“We're meant to save people,” she went on, fire in her eyes and a grit in her voice. “She didn't want to give that up, she was brilliant at it! So what good are we if we can't even help her stay?!”

His hearts sank as Zepheera's angry rant petered off into soft crying. Donna had expressed a similar sentiment when the borrower's condition was at the worst point they'd both seen. Back then, he wasn't sure if Zepheera was even awake or lucid enough to hear their conversation. Regardless, the concern his companions had for one another was palpable.

It shouldn't have ended this way.

“I'm sorry,” he breathed. He'd said it before, but he needed her to know he meant it. “I am…so sorry. But I had no choice…”

“Well, at least you got to say goodbye!”

The Doctor didn't have an answer to that in the moment. He still didn't, and that led him to concede to Zepheera's wishes now.

“Okay,” he whispered. He slowly pushed himself to stand, pocketing his hands once again. “Wilf, Sylvia…they need to know what happened.”

“Better tell them, then.” The numb tone was back, and Zepheera's gaze moved to fix squarely on Donna.

The Doctor gave an equally numb nod, and before he could think to stop himself, he added, “Don't let her see you.” 

“I'm not an idiot,” Zepheera scoffed. “I'm a borrower, and a damn good one. Out of sight is our whole thing.”

He took her point and turned to go. When he made it to the door, he chanced a glance back toward Zepheera.

“Do you…” The Doctor doubted this was the time to ask, but he wasn't sure when the right time would be. “If you didn't want to travel with me anymore after all this–,”

From across the room, Zepheera truly did look so small. The Doctor could almost forget that when he put in such effort to keep her close. And it did nothing to lessen the vitriolic effect of the scowl she locked him in as she whipped around, cutting off his question. The Doctor found himself stiffening from head to toe under that gaze.

“Don't you dare,” growled Zepheera. She swept an arm up to indicate the slumbering human beside her. “We've lost Donna. And yes, that saved her life, but it is not okay. We are not okay. I might be cross with you right now, but I'm not leaving you alone after this, and you will NOT leave me behind, too!”

The Doctor's lips pressed into a thin line as his head hung in acknowledgement of her words, ones not at all dissimilar to those he'd used to invite her to stay with him in the first place. 

“I'll come back for you,” he promised before he stepped beyond the threshold, out of Zepheera's sight.

#angst #doctor who gt #doctor who g/t #doctor who crossover #the borrowers #the borrowers crossover #sfw gt #sfw g/t #borrower oc #Zepheera #A Patient and Time #APAT: a BTaS AU #giant #tiny #giant tiny

[breezybangtanbebe]

For Us : Taehyung💋

A/N: just some bittersweet goodbye sex🥲

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“Deeper, baby...”

"But I don't want to hurt you..."

"I'm already hurting...deeper. Please?"

Taehyung normally loved it when she begged for him.

But not like this.

Not when the tremble in her voice made his next breath catch in his throat. It wouldn't be very manly of him to cry right now, especially with his large body wedged between his lover's welcoming thighs.

His dick is nestled cozily inside of her, her walls still trembling from everything he'd already done to her body that night.

Taehyung needed to make this night matter because, in less than 8 hours, he'd be getting the car sent for him to begin his military service.

There was no telling what challenges he'd face since he would be a part of the Special Task Force, a decision he didn't take as lightly as everyone thought he did.

But more than anything, it put more worry on his family and loved ones.

Her, included.

So on his last night as a civilian, Taehyung needed to spend it making his mark on her soul so that she'd never doubt his love.

Her tears were visible even in the darkness, with only a stripe of moonlight illuminating her heartbroken gaze.

Without another wasted second of hesitance, Taehyung obliged his girl in the request for more of him. He had it to give but even if he didn't, it was hers.

They shared a gasp as he flexed his hips, pushing himself as deep as her body would allow.

She attempts to mutter his name but all that comes out is another sigh, her eyes fluttering as he pulls back.

Then forces himself even deeper than before.

She finds her voice then, only to cry out in both pain and pleasure as Taehyung's tip becomes one with her cervix.

"Fuck.." he shudders at the way she squeezed him, his lips grazing hers in an anticipated kiss.

Again and again, he rocked against her and every time he burrowed deep, he'd grind against her until she shook. He knew she felt it when her nails dug angry res scratches from his shoulders to his biceps.

He knew it hurt her a little from the twisted/pained expression on her beautiful face.

But he knew she didn't want him to stop. She needed the pain to drown out the sorrow in her heart.

"Tell me if it's too much.." he whispers anyway and she shakes her head.

"Never stop.." she manages and Taehyung groans.

"Never. Never wanna stop. Never wanna miss this...I need you so fucking bad." He continues rolling his hips and fucking her at a slow and steady pace.

It took so much restraint to resist going faster. He knew that's what his body wanted. But his heart..his soul needed to savor this moment of being inside of her.

The closest he could physically be.

"I never wanna leave you, baby.." he rasps, dropping his head to pepper soft kisses from her cheek to below her jaw.

Her arms snake around his back, and one hand finds a home at the back of his head.

The feeling of the short prickly hairs there was foreign and her instinctual habit of clasping a fist full of his hair when he fucked her was what led her fingers there.

They skimmed over his fuzzy nape affectionately as he continued ravishing her throat.

Another hickie wouldn't be enough.

He'd left a few between her thighs and on her waist already but here, he needed to bruise her so that he'd be on her skin long after he's left her.

Taehyung latched onto her, making her yelp as he finally gave in to his primal needs. He ups his rhythm, stroking her just as deep and relishing in the warmth of her walls.

"Need you baby...fuck I love you.." he pants into her neck, his lips swollen from branding her skin.

New scratches rose into welts as her nails dug into his back and her moans echoed in the high ceiling of his bedroom.

"I love you...I love you...I love .." she calls to him, her mantra thickening with emotion as tears fall freely from her eyes. Taehyung lifted his head to kiss her lips tenderly, his pelvis steadily snapping against hers.

The taste of his tongue between her lips has her body swimming with need and she sucks on it greedily as he fucked her harder.

"Cum on my dick baby..." he muffles against her lips, emphasizing his command by tucking his hands under her ass to hoist her hips up a fraction. This allows him to dig into her deeper than before as if it were even possible.

He knew her body just as well as he knew his and her tells were evident. She was so close and so was he.

So fucking close, she swore she could feel his heartbeat thumping frantically from inside of her.

She moaned something in response and arched her back from his mattress, her mouth agape and eyes fixed on Taehyung's dick spearing her over and over.

They both watched with hypnotic eyes as their bodies became one, the lewd wetness of her pussy almost as loud as their breathing.

"That's it. Let it go..." Taehyung grits through a clenched jaw and without warning, her dam breaks.

Stars colored her vision from the intensity of her release and Taehyung held her fast to keep himself from buckling under her body's pressure.

"Fuck! Yes, baby yes!" She screams pitifully as she shakes and Taehyung loves her through it all, milking every bit of her essence from her body until he can't hold back any longer.

He screams her name with the passion of a man who had risked life and limb to reach Everest's peak, pushing himself deep and filling her up. The warmth of his seed mixes and creams at her entrance as he continued plunging in and out of her.

"I love you...I love you.." he repeated her mantra as he stroked her until he couldn't. After ensuring he'd given her everything he had, Taehyung collapsed on top of her.

All air juts from her lungs on impact but she quickly recovers the moment Taehyung finds her lips.

They kiss for what feels like hours despite it being minutes and as cruel as fate always was, Taehyung's phone chimes in the distance.

He'd set an alarm to warn him that if he didn't go to sleep now, he'd be exhausted by the time it was for him to leave.

He knew he wouldn't be getting much rest tonight.

Whether he was with her or if he was alone.

She was the first to pull away but Taehyung chased her lips stubbornly with a growl.

"No.." he pouts, his voice tapering off into whimpers that puffed his breath against her neck.

Taehyung relaxes on top of her as he goes quiet. He shifts his position an inch but stays between her legs, keeping his softening length inside of her.

"Can you breathe? If not, I can move.." he mumbles sleepily and her bare chest vibrates with a shallow chuckle.

Arms much smaller than his curl around him in a silent answer, accompanied by an unsubtle flex of her walls to make Taehyung grunt.

Point made, he smiles against her skin and digs his hands between her body and the bed so he can reciprocate her possessive hug.

"Ok ok...I won't go.." he chuckles.

"Better not," she responds cheekily, sounding even more exhausted than he was.

Taehyung laughs breathily against her a little more and as the seconds passed, fatigue and silence settled over them.

A gentle dance of infinity motions soothes Taehyung's skin as his lover rubs his back. It was mindless and out of habit.

She always touched him this way when he couldn't sleep.

He would miss this.

He would miss her...

"I wish............. I wish I could stay with you..." he whispers against her chest and her fingers pause. After a beat, her arms tightened around his back, locking their embrace as they awaited the inevitable.

Sleep.

Time passing.

The sun rising.

And Taehyung leaving her.

With a trembling sigh, she whispers back...

"Me too."

See you in 2025, Our Winter Bear💜

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