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gojocp · 7 months

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cw: some of gojo's dialogue is from 'dangerously yours', pookie pie's so cute brah, can you tell i'm mostly writing for characters i have a preference for?? also how tf do you write good apologies that sound genuine? LMFAO featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hello!! school's kicking my ass guys, sorry for not posting for a while. i literally lost all motivation :(( anyways, lmk how this is, hope you enjoy!! credits to my annoying sister for the idea for megumi's scenario.

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Once, I told you I'd kissed a thousand women.." Satoru starts.

You reminisce before you and Satoru started dating, how he tried his hardest to make you fall for him, only to fall in love himself.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I've kissed sooo many women before. A thousand, probably more than that." Satoru boasts, a faint blush on his face. "One more kiss from you doesn't mean anything..!"

"I'm sure it doesn't.." You respond, leaning into him for another.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Go on.." You say, urging him to continue.

"It was a lie.." He confesses, feeling his ears grow warm.

"I know.." You state, smiling fondly at him.

"You- wh- you knew??" He exclaims, stunned that you knew the whole time. And here he though he was being so secretive.

"Yeah, it was pretty obvious. I mean- you kissed a thousand women? Nobody believed that." you continue, gazing at him with love in your eyes.

"Yeah right! You only know now because I told you." The high schooler retorts, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't convince you.

"..okay.." You say, letting it go and resting your head on his shoulder.

You both gaze at the sunset, blissfully wrapped in each other's arms. Satoru pulls you closer and starts,

"How many guys have you kissed?"

"Very few. None of them meet the criteria," You answer.

"Oh? And I met it, right? I mean, you kiss me all the time," he responds smugly, facing you with a teasing grin plastered on his lips.

"Not really, no."

"WHAT?!"

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's why.." You confess, feeling your cheeks grow the slightest bit warm.

"Ahh.. and I don't suppose you'd want to kiss me right now, would you? He teasingly asks, cupping your face with one hand and leaning in with a smile.

"I would, actually," You respond, playing along with his childish antics.

Pulling away, he stares at you lovingly.

"Now, tell me what I need to do to meet the criteria."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

GETO SUGURU: ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Isn't she soo hot??" Satoru exclaims loudly, showing his phone to your boyfriend Suguru. "It's Waka Inoue. She's soo fine."

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, smiling at his friend.

'Is this guy fucking serious?' You think, sharing a look with Shoko, telling you she was thinking the same thing. 'Who calls another girl hot in front of their girlfriend?'

"She's hot?" You question, an eerie look in your eyes that causes Suguru to low-key freak out.

"Yeah, wanna see?" Satoru asks, showing his phone to you. it reveals a woman in a bikini posing (though it does very little to cover her skin).

"...This is what you're into?" You continue to press your boyfriend over the matter, upset that he would agree with his friend calling other women 'hot' and 'fine' in front of you.

"Uh-well-not- it's like.." He sputters, his ears reddening as his two friends laugh at his expense.

"Wow," You say flatly, turning on your heel and walking away upset.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I fucked up.." Suguru says, resting his head in his hands. "Yeah, we know.." Responds Satoru, clearly not helping this situation, as he receives a pointed glare from his friend.

"What do I do? She probably hates me." Suguru asks, aiming his question at his brunette classmate rather than toward his idiot friend.

"Talk to her, man.. communication is key," she responds, patting her sulking friend's back.

"And!! Tell her she's soo pretty, and you love her sooooo much and buy her flowers and chocolate and a necklace-"

"OKAY!" Suguru interrupts, having enough of his white-haired friend's antics. "I'll just, talk to her... I think I really hurt her feelings. I mean- she hasn't come out of her room since then and she won't talk to me. It's been 4 hours."

"I don't think she likes you anymore," Satoru interjects, however, his words fall on deaf ears as Shoko starts to speak,

"She looked upset. I mean, if she was telling me she thought some guy was 'so fine' and 'so hot' you'd be upset too, right?" She questions, trying to get your boyfriend to understand your feelings.

"Yeah.." He agrees, thinking about his plan and how he's going to win you back (even though he hadn't really lost you in the first place).

.・。.・゜✭・.

knock knock knock

"Yeah?" You sigh, opening the door. To your surprise, you see your boyfriend holding flowers with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Wh- huh? What is this?" You manage to ask, after standing shocked for a minute.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it when I said she was hot. I wasn't thinking. I didn't take into consideration how it'd make you feel. And, god, I'm so sorry. If you don't want to talk to me ever again, I get it. But.. at least take this." He sighs, holding out the flowers for you.

You take the flowers from him and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly and holds you close to him. He lets out a sigh as he feels you relax against him, glad you aren't upset anymore.

"I'm sorry too, I overreacted. I know you probably didn't mean it, but I got upset, and..." you begin, not wanting to acknowledge your feelings, even though you know it's for the better, "insecure."

"And it's okay. If I were you, I would've done the same thing." He reassures, pulling away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

He leans in and places a kiss on your lips, tilting his head to get a better angle as you wrap your arms around his waist. As you pull apart to breathe, you hear a familiar agitating voice,

"EWW! Get a room, guys!! You're disgusting!"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"ITADORI!! OUT OF THE WAY!!" Yelled Nobara, skating at high speeds directly towards Itadori.

"huh?- OH GOD!"

"Kugisaki, slow down."

"I CAN'T!"

Nobara rams into Itadori and they both slide across the floor, knocking down everything else in the way.

"That's about to be me." You say to Megumi, holding onto the wall so you don't fall.

"It's not that hard, they just suck... Here, I'll teach you." He replies softly, holding a hand out to you. You take one hand off the wall and hold onto his with all you might, clutching it with the other.

He slowly guides you around the rink, paying no mind to the strength you're using to hold onto his hand. As your classmates lay helplessly on top of each other, you say,

"Shouldn't we help them?"

"They'll be fine," Megumi responds, sparing them no more than a glance.

Amidst the screaming from your friends, you manage to go around the rink twice as Megumi guides you off and to the table where your bags reside. He pulls out a chair and slowly helps you sit, handing you a water bottle.

"Thank you." You say, taking a drink. Directing a soft smile your way, he goes to help his friends still lying on the floor.

As he sits them down, he turns to you and asks,

"Want to go again?"

"Yes!" You gleam, quickly standing up. You seemed to lean forward too much as the ground got closer and closer. However, your boyfriend was there to catch you just in time.

"Careful, don't fall before you get on the rink." He teases, a teasing grin lacing his lips.

"Y-yeah." You stutter, having rarely seen the teasing side of Megumi.

You clutch his hand tighter than last time as he guides you back on to the rink.

"If you keep holding my hand that tight, you won't learn." He starts, prying one of your hands off of his own. "Try with one first. It's not as bad as you think. Trust me."

"Okay.." Your hand shakes in his hold, still scared of falling. As he notices, he says, "I'm holding you. You're not gonna fall."

He takes you around in circles a few times before suggesting you try on your own.

"NO!.. No, I'm okay, let's keep going like this." He slowly pries your hand off his, smiling softly at you as he skates out of arm's reach.

"Just try once, and you can hold my hand again. I'll be right behind you."

You mimic his movements, glad your observation skills are coming in hand. After what feels like an eternity of skating, you make it back to the start of the rink, Megumi trailing behind you.

"Hello, students!! Sorry to cut the fun short, but we're going back now!!" Your teacher calls out, waiting by the door of the roller place.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Was that your first time rollerblading?" Your boyfriend asks, holding your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, as you trail behind your classmates.

"Yeah.." You respond, slightly embarrassed.

"You did well." He continues, pulling you in for a quick kiss before pulling away and continuing on your walk back, not wanting your friends to tease him about it as they usually do.

"FUSHIGURO!! (Y/N)!! HURRY UP!" Itadori calls out, waiting at the crosswalk with Nobara and Gojo behind him. Gojo shoots you a knowing smile before Megumi responds,

"Yeah, we're coming."

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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okay how about Tess and reader having a bet to see who can crack first without sex and reader cracks and begs Tess to fuck her? Thank you our lord and saviour messr 🙌🏻

Bet on it

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/n- hello. Thank you for the manners lmao it’s ben annoying me people don’t have the decency to be polite. ANYWAYS. I was really looking for an excuse to write about going down in Tess cause it’s been rattling around in my head for so long, so I took this as the excuse. Pls tess gimme one chance I beg tho I won’t lie I don’t like this one all that much but. Have it. What are you gonna do, ask me for a refund?

Warnings- 18+|| tess. Smut: mommy kink. Like it’s pretty strong, oral ( Tess receiving ) , fingering ( Tess and reader receiving sorta )

Word count- 3.7k

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It was all Joel’s fault.

Him and his stupid fucking mouth. And maybe Tess too. Either way, you refused to take any blame.

It wasn’t your fault you were… loud. It also wasn’t your fault the walls were paper fucking thin and he just so happened to live next door. The man was damn half deaf and 9 times out of 10 he was passed out anyway, some brain rotting concoction of pain killers and whiskey knocking him out for the count. So it’s not like you’d made any real attempts to be quiet anyway, you just assumed he couldn’t hear.

How were you supposed to be quiet when you had someone like fucking Tess between your legs. You’d like to see anyone keep their mouth shut with her fucking the life out of them. Well. You wouldn’t actually. But that was besides the point.

He was probably just pissed because his sex life was non existent.

‘ you can’t go a single day without goddamn jumpin each other. It’s like livin next to a pair of rabbits ‘ he’d said. Of course you being the stubborn fuck that you were, had said you absolutely could go a day. Joking that it was Tess who couldn’t keep her hands to herself. And she had scoffed at the mere thought of her being the needier of you two.

So that was how the bet had been born. To see who could last the longest. Who would crack first. You’d expected it to only last a couple of days at the most. Tess jumped your bones every chance she got normally, couldn’t keep her hands off of you. But now she was behaving like a fucking nun.

The first few days had been fine. But by day 3 you were regretting it. So by day 8 you’d had enough. You felt like an animal in heat, like you were going insane. She wasn’t even doing anything particularly alluring. Just her presence alone was enough to make you insane. Her voice. Her face. The way she held you when you slept. The confidence she oozed in any and all situations. You were head over heels for the woman, how were you supposed to behave any differently?

Bit knowing how stubborn she could be you’d almost immediately accepted that she wouldn’t break. It wouldn’t stop you trying though. You were trying your hardest to make her crack, from deciding walking around the apartment in your underwear was perfectly normal. To ‘accidentally’ brushing against her when you shared the rationed water in the shower. But other than the occasional glance up at you she wasn’t breaking. In fact when you’d tried another tactic of leaving your button up only half way done up. She’d simply stood and buttoned it right up to the collar for you, leaning in close to your ear and whispering ‘ nice try ‘

By day 10 you decided you didn’t give a fuck about honour or pride anymore. You were done.

You were sat at the table, fingers drumming against the wood as you watched her. She had the sleeves of her shirt rolled in a way that showed off her forearms, she fucking knew you had a thing for that. She was doing it on purpose, knowing you’d snap. You were sure.

You needed to touch her. Needed her to touch you.

You didn’t think it was actually humanly possible to be as desperate as you were. Before ending up in Boston you’d gone years without anything. And yet, now you weren’t even going to make it to 2 weeks. Were you that enthralled by her? That addicted? It was almost embarrassing.

Especially when she seemed as cool and collected as ever.

You tried to ignore her, looking back down at your rota of assignments for the week. But you could still see her from the corner of your eye, wetting the pads of her fingers to turn the page in her book more easily.

You didn’t know if you should be mildly offended or not. That she seemed to be doing much better than you were. Though she had always been the better of you both at masking her true emotions and feelings.

You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Waking up every morning to soaked underwear because your dreams had been filled with nothing but her, missing the way her fingers felt on your skin, how her teeth felt nipping at your neck. You missed the hickeys, the bruises she always left on your hips when she was feeling particularly rough. The scratch marks you’d leave down her back in response.

You were done.

You got up from your spot at the table and made your way over to her in purposeful strides, plucking the book from her hands and climbing into her lap. She quirked at eyebrow at you, a smug smile already creeping it’s way onto her face.

“ I was reading that “ you shrugged running your hands down over her shoulders and arms, over her chest and grabbing at the collar of her shirt.

“ this bet is fuckin stupid. I need you so bad. I can’t take it anymore “ you whispered, a whiny tone to your voice like some spoiled little kid that was being declined something they wanted. She simply scoffed

“ it was your fuckin idea “

“ I know I know. It was stupid. I’m stupid. Joel’s fuckin stupid “ you tested the waters lightly, pulling open her shirt where she already had the first couple buttons undone. Not revealing anything particularly scandalous, but still overjoyed just at the sight of more of her skin “ please. Please fuck me. Touch me. Let me touch you. Anything. Mommy please “ you whimpered the last part, pulling out every trick in the book to make her crack.

“ oh you’re begging now? “ you whispered a yes, nodding you head. You unbuttoned her shirt with haste, her hands still placed firmly on the fabric of the chair rather than you. You rolled your hips against her, pushing her shirt from her shoulders and tossing it carelessly behind you. But before you could touch her she grabbed the back of your neck, making you look at her.

“ this was your idea baby girl, and you want to end it? “ she looked far too smug and you hated her for it. But you were so desperately horny it was making your brain fuzzy. Your hands traveled down to her jeans, desperate to unbutton those too “ I know your tricks. You just want to win ”

“ I don’t care about winning, Fuck if you won’t touch me let me touch you “ you said, dropping your head to press kisses across her neck “ please mommy” her spare hand that was still on the armrest shifted slightly, still didn’t touch you anywhere you particularly wanted her. But moved. You were working her down “ please let me touch you. Let me taste. I’ll be so good I promise. You win. You win “

You hands trailed back to her chest, grabbing at her through the material of her bra, grabby hands groping at her with no shame.

“ you wanna make mommy feel good? “ the low, sultry, tone of her voice made butterflies explode in your chest. You lifted your head, nodding and not letting your hands stop their wandering.

“ please “ she looked entirely too smug and you knew you would never hear the end of it. She would hold the fact that she had won over you for the foreseeable. But you’d be pissed about that later, in that moment you didn’t give a fuck. The only thought whirring around in your brain was getting your mouth on her, you wanted to taste her on your tongue, wanted to make sure she’d never want to go so long without you again “ can I? Please “

She observed your face for a moment, then gave you a small nod and it was all the confirmation you needed. You slid down from her lap and onto your knees on the floor.

“ always look so pretty on your knees for me “ she mused as you grabbed at her jeans, tugging them down her legs as she lifted slightly so you could get them off “ just so we’re clear, you know this means I win and I’ll be tellin Joel that you lost and not me right? “ you nodded fervently, mildly surprised that she was actually letting you rid her of her clothes. Almost expecting the entire thing to be a joke, making you keep going with the stupid fucking bet until you actually exploded.

But clearly she was as desperate for it as you were. She was just better at controlling herself. She always had been.

“ I know. I don’t care “ the way she was already clearly wet when you tugged her underwear down her legs too, was proof enough that she was well and truly done with the bet too. You practically drooled at the sight, already anticipating the familiar taste of her in your mouth “ wanna taste you. Can I. Please mommy “ you begged and she reached down, lifting your chin and making you look up at her.

“ my poor baby, so desperate “ it was almost mocking. She was fucking loving the fact that she had won “ gonna show mommy just how desperate you are? Hmm? “ in response you ran your hands over her thighs, pushing them apart and tugging her closer “ show mommy what a good girl you are “

She took a sharp intake of breath as you buried your face between her legs, sighing blissfully as the taste of her flooded your tongue. You wanted to reach every part of her, your tongue dragging between her folds, devouring her. No desire in making it last, a burning primal desire to have her coming on your tongue the only thing you could think about.

You spread her with your fingers, lapping at her hole and not letting a drop of her arousal go anywhere but your tongue. Relishing in the small sounds it earned you.

“ that’s mommy’s good girl “ she sighed, her hand threading into your hair and tugging lightly so that your scalp prickled. You hummed a response, not slowing in your ministrations, tracing a pattern with your tongue from her entrance to her clit. Your chin and lips were slick with her. She filled all of your senses.

Your nose. Your eyes. Your mouth. The velvety feel of her walls when you dipped your tongue inside of her, the sounds of her quiet breathy moans and vulgar sounds of how wet she was. It’s what you had been yearning for for days, what your dreams had been filled with. A never ending stream of praise as you made her feel good. You moaned against her, the vibrations clearly doing her wonders.

You own cunt was flooding your underwear, your clit desperate to be touched. You were half tempted to reach down and touch yourself, but she deserved your undivided attention. So you settled with squeezing your thighs together.

“ makin mommy feel so good. Just like that baby “ her voice was breathier and you couldn’t help the smile that crept it’s way onto your face. It was no lie that she was a god when it came to making you feel good, she knew exactly how to pull you apart in minutes. But she was much more difficult to navigate, harder to read. She wasn’t like you. She often urged you to be loud, to make noise and be vocal. But she was the opposite.

For someone so rough and confident she was much more gentle and soft in her reactions. It was all in her breathing, the sharp intakes and the shuddering breaths, the quiet curses that never usually went much louder than a whisper, only getting anything else from her if you managed to get her completely relaxed.

And the near breathless commands and instructions she still gave you, keeping you in check. Keeping you exactly where she wanted you doing exactly as she wanted. And showering you in the praise she knew you so desperately craved from her.

And nothing made you feel better than watching her fall apart. Because of you.

The tight grip on your hair grew impossibly stronger when you slipped in a finger, adding a second when your first was met with no resistance, burying them inside her to the knuckle.

“ fuck “ she whispered under her breath, her eyes falling closed for a moment. You watched her face carefully as you worked her open on your fingers, scissoring and curling them in some attempt to touch as much of her as you could. Stretching and massaging her velvety soft walls with your fingers, honing in on one spot when you noticed her reactions change.

“ such a good girl doin so well for me baby “ the way she was clenching around your fingers told you she wasn’t going to last much longer. So you kept at the pace, fingers curling up and hitting the same spot over and over. Tongue and lips practically abusing her clit in a way that was making your jaw ache, not that you cared “ like makin mommy feel good? Huh? “ you hummed an answer against her that drew another heavenly sound from her throat.

Nothing brought you more joy than watching her fall apart above you, knowing that only you could get her like that. Only you got to see that blissful look on her face, her eyes closed and soft breathy moans leaving her throat and going straight to your cunt.

“ that’s my girl. Like that. Gonna make mommy come. Is that what you want baby? “ you nodded, detaching yourself from her with a mildly obscene wet sound.

“ Wanna feel you come on my tongue“ you practically whined, begging for the privilege of being the one the push her over the edge. To gift her with the same earth shattering orgasm she so often gave to you “ please mommy “

“ since you’ve been such a good girl for me “ you didn’t wait a second longer, withdrawing your fingers and replacing them with your tongue. You gripped at her thighs, holding her in place, your eyes fixed on her face so you could watch every second “ that’s it baby, make mommy come. That’s my good girl “ her tone was higher, breathes quickening the rise and fall of her chest.

You started to rub soft circles into her clit with your thumb, relishing in the way she was clearly losing her composure. Squirming slightly in the chair, pushing your face closer until she was all consuming in your mind.

It was becoming slightly difficult to breathe but you weren’t about to complain. If you were gonna die you figured that was pretty alright way to go out. The searing heat of her on your tongue was enough to make you forget every single other thing in your mind.

A few more thrusts of your tongue and she was gone, head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut, heavenly sound after heavenly sound falling from her lips like music to your ears. You didn’t stop for a second. Lapping up every drop of creamy, sweet release she offered you.

You didn’t stop until she gently tugged your head back, your actions clearly bordering on being too much for her. You rested your head against her thigh, looking up at where she was running a hand through her hair and attempting to regain her composure.

“ you couldn’t have done that a week ago baby? Fuck “ a grin found its way onto your face, happy for the verbal confirmation that she had been struggling just as much as you had. She was just far better at hiding it.

“ I do good mommy? “ you asked softly, pressing a kiss to the silky soft skin of her thigh. She looked down at you with a soft smile and nodded.

“ so good baby. Come here. Up here “ you crawled back up into her lap, readily accepting her kisses when she pulled you in, the taste of her still lingering on your tongue “ seriously baby I needed that when you decided to walk around in your fuckin underwear “ she said when she pulled back, tucking her fingers under your chin.

She looked otherworldly. Her face flushed and glowing, the light sheen of sweat on her forehead and the hazy look in her eyes that could only come from having your lover between your thighs. It made you squirm a little in her lap, your panties completely soaked. You almost wondered if she could feel it.

“ I don’t know how I made it this long “ she laughed at that, her eyes flickering down to where you were wiggling around. She gave you an almost sympathetic smile, the backs of her fingers brushing along your jaw before pushing your hair away from your neck.

“ does my baby need some attention from mommy now? “ you almost sighed in relief, nodding your head “ you want mommy to fuck you? Hmm? “ her nose traced along your neck, lips brushing against the skin and making your cheeks flush and goosebumps follow in her wake.

Her hand came up, palming at your tit through the thin material of your T-shirt as she began working a deep purple bruise onto the tender skin of your neck.

“ mommy “ you whimpered, eyes falling closed as she marked you up in the way you adored most. It made warmth pool in your belly every time. Knowing she wanted to mark you. Brand you. You were hers. You belonged to her. Completely and utterly. And she wanted people to know it.

The friction of the cotton of your shirt against your nipple sent sparks straight to your cunt, your clit throbbing. Desperately wanting to be touched. You needed her fingers. Her mouth. Anything. You were so desperate you even wondered if you’d be able to get off just from the way she was grabbing at your chest.

“ please I can’t- “

“ it’s okay baby “ she cooed, soothing the last of her possessive marks with her tongue before lifting her head again “ tell mommy what you want. Use your words “

“ you. I. I want you. Anything just please- “ you cut yourself off with a pathetic mewl of a sound as she dipped her hand past the waistband of your sweats, fingers brushing over the soaked cotton of your underwear.

“ holy shit “ she mumbled mostly to herself, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at just how wet you were for her. She hadn’t even touched you “ my baby’s so desperate huh? “ you nodded, dropping your face to her shoulder and hiding from her gaze “ my poor sweet baby “ she cooed, running a soft hand up and down your spine “ if only you weren’t so stubborn you wouldn’t be in this mess would you? Mommy could’ve been eating this perfect little pussy days ago “

Your face burned at her words, still squirming as she ran her finger lightly over your swollen clit through the soaked material of your underwear. It was too light to really do anything, but just enough pressure for you to know she was there. It was infuriating.

“ I need more. Please mommy I can’t take it anymore “ her spare hand gently nudged your face up from where you’d been hiding, cupping your cheek in her hand as her eyes scanned your features. You wondered if your desperation was evident on your face.

No. You knew it was.

“ can you do one thing for me? “

“ anything. I’ll do anything “ she smiled, clearly pleased with your willingness to obey without even knowing what she was going to ask. No questions. No second thoughts. Just complete obedience to her every command. She brushed her thumb across your bottom lip before pushing past and hooking it into your mouth. Her smile grew as you moaned softly, sucking without her even having to ask.

“ I wanna hear all those pretty noises you like to make for me. Can you do that? “ you nodded quickly, knowing there wasn’t even a remote chance you’d be able to keep yourself quiet. Not after 10 days of absolutely nothing from her “ that’s my good girl, mommy loves when you’re loud for her “

You rolled your hips, no patience left in you anymore. She took the hint, rubbing at your clit through your underwear with two fingers. The friction of the cotton, the pressure of her fingers, and the fact that you had been wanting to come for days, meant you were going to be done ridiculously fast.

“ I know baby, I got you “ she cooed as you whined in a frustrated desperation, fingers wrapping around her wrist as you rutted against her hand some more. Your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it “ I know you’re so desperate to come, don’t fight it baby. It’s okay. Mommy’s got you “ you closed your eyes, focussing solely on grinding into her hand, cheeks on fire at the crude squelching sounds your cunt was making as you moved.

“ mommy- “ you whined, biting down lightly on her thumb that was still in your mouth, not holding back a single moan. Letting them all tumble out of your throat without a care.

“ I know baby girl. Gonna show me how pretty you look when you come for me?” You nodded, increasing the pace that you rolled your hips, ignoring the way your legs were beginning to cramp up “ such pretty sounds “ she mused as your moans increased in pitch, your orgasm teetering on a ledge already.

Maybe you should’ve been a little embarrassed. She wasn’t even touching you properly, a barrier of cotton between her fingers and your cunt. But you weren’t at all. A Selfish desire to come being the only thing you could think about. You’d be embarrassed later.

Your climax was intense. 10 days of lusting after her with no release finally coming to a head. She praised you all the way through it, and only withdrew her hand from your sweats when you slumped against her with a content sigh.

She ran her hand up and down your back lightly, pressing kisses to the side of your head.

“ better? “ you hummed a response, trying to live in that afterglow for as long as you could. If you were being completely honest, it had been good to finally get… something. But you weren’t entirely satisfied. Thankfully Tess was rarely ready to call it a night without making you come at least twice. And was also as if she could read your mind.

“ don’t get too comfy baby. We have 10 days to make up for. Mommy’s not done with you yet “ you squealed as she stood up, taking you with her and carrying you over to the bed. You wrapped your arms and legs tightly around her as she lay you down, not wanting her to go anywhere “ now. Let’s teach that fucker next door a lesson shall we? “

#tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfic #x you #smut #anna torv #tlou #other characters for exposure:#ellie williams #Joel miller #lgbt #lesbian #fluff

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password-door-lock · 23 days

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You don't even ask. You're good at not even asking by now— it's second nature, after so many months in this strange place, to just accept things as they come to you. Which is to say that when Unknown throws himself into your bed and throws his arm around you, embracing you sloppily as you lay there on your stomach, you don't breathe a word to him about it. You've got questions, of course— you get the feeling that anybody would end up with those in a situation like this.

For starters, did he just abandon his work to come and lay with you? How did he know that he would find you in his perpetually vacant bedroom? Did he spend an hour looking around Magenta for you, only to discover you here? Or is this not about you at all? Does Unknown even know that you're beside him right now? Has he taken the elixir of salvation? Is he just embracing you for the sake of embracing you? Or is he simply exhausted, too tired to check the bed for another body before collapsing on top of the sheets?

But then again, you know that asking would be futile. For one thing, Unknown is almost definitely already asleep. You've never heard his breathing so even, and you've drifted off with him enough times to know exactly what he's like when he's tired. You don't know much about the world, it's true, but you like to think you know a lot about your boss. After all, your entire job is looking after him, right? So wouldn't it follow that you'd know how to do that job? But whatever. You'll digress, because for another thing, you're glad that Unknown is here.

You're glad that you don't have to fall asleep alone. The fact is that you've been laying awake in the dark for no reason, waiting up for him as you try your hardest to drift off. The fact is that now that you've got his arm around you, his protection, the smell of him surrounding you, you feel a lot better and a lot healthier and a lot readier to drift off. The fact is that nothing is what it seems when you're beside this man, and you know that, but sometimes, for your own peace of mind, you simply refuse to accept it. The fact is that he's everything, and you'll keep repeating that a million times over, or a billion times over— the fact is that you love him.

But that's just one more thing that you can never say to Unknown. You don't need him to tell you that he wouldn't take it well, that you're better off just keeping your feelings to yourself, just like you hang onto everything else. “I love you,” you whisper anyway, knowing that you're better off not saying it.

Unknown does not respond. You get the feeling that this is only because he is asleep— otherwise, you're fairly certain that he would be making fun of you like nobody's business. You suppose you wouldn't really be able to blame him for that.

You imagine him kissing you behind the ear. You imagine him pulling you closer. You imagine that even if he knew what you were telling him, even if he were fully present, he would have something sweet and relevant to say about it. You tell yourself that it's just you and Unknown against the world— because it is, because it so is, because Savior be damned, the world revolves around this man— and that everything is going to be okay. You're not sure if you believe that most of the time— when you're sitting on his lap staring at the screen, all you can really see is the pain that he is causing. The pain that this man is causing, this man that you love. And god, and fuck, you love him, you love him, you love him, you love him.

Your heart beats in that rhythm as you continue loving him silently, alone inside your head, even as you embrace him, and it truly does feel as though everything will be okay. You know you're probably wrong, but the scary thing is that you don't really care whether you're correct or not. Somebody could write a dissertation about these heavy, heavy feelings of yours, you suppose, but it's not going to be you— not as you pull Unknown close, not as you nuzzle your face into his neck, not as you love him, silently and intimately and privately and with everything you've got. Holy fucking shit.

#I am. so exhausted. mental physically and creatively #And yet I cannot stop thinking about this man #par for the course I guess #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #unknown mystic messenger

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youtellmeman · 3 months

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Girlfriend!kiri sully hcs

Rated E

Love language is giftbgiving and we find that out very early on when she starts giving you random things before she has the nerve to ask you out

Little flowers she’s collected, brackets she’s made, hand woven pieces of clothing

Very quiet in front of others but when it’s just you she opens up so much it’s crazy

Yap city Fr

Only ends up actually asking you out after one of her brothers had goaded her into believing they were gonna as you put if she didn’t (it was lo’ak let’s be fr)

Asks you by bring you foraging with her but really it was just an excuse to get you alone

Gathers flowers and gives them to you while pulling a whole nervous ramble confession

“Okay so ik we’ve been friends for a while but I don’t want that anymore. Wait not that I don’t wanna be your friend I love being your friend you’re a great friend it’s just. Like I like you and I mean well obviously I like you we wouldn’t be friends if I didn’t but I-“

Takes her a minute but she gets there

Despite her giving love language being gifts she loves to receive words of affirmation

Practically purrs when you tell her how good she’s doing, how strong she is, what a good healer she’s gonna be

Isn’t huge on pda at all and I feel like she tries to hide it from her family for a little bit but like once she tells them they’re like “we know?”

“Guys me and —— are dating” “Baby girl you come home giggling everytime you two hang out. Why do you think we stopped letting her sleep over? ”- Jake

After that does get better ABOIT being affectionate in public but not by much

In private tho, like honey on fingers she’s stuck to you

Plays with your hair, hoping your hand, leaning on you, laying in you

“Kir can you move just a bit” “No” “I can’t feel my arm.” “Then it can’t bother you that much”

On that note so sassy once she’s comfortable like she cannot hide how she’s feeling with her face and she doesn’t even try with her mouth

Which makes for one of two out comes when shes jealous

Despite her willingness to give a dirty look and speak up she’s definitely gonna need reassurance once your outta the situation

One- “she’s taken” deadpan voice, arm around you waist staring down who ever decided to get a little to cozy near you.

Two- just silent seething watching you interact with someone who clearly isn’t her. So much so that eventually the person excuses themselves just to escape her glare

“They’d probably be better for you than me anyway.” “Kiri no body wants them, your perfect for me and I don’t want anyone else”

Don’t take much you could tell her”that man isn’t shit” and she’s be like okay :)

Slow soft kisser

Refuses to initiate in the beginning but once she’s comfortable she’ll make any excuse to get you alone and kiss up on you

Cradles your jaw and places a hand on your hip, let’s her fingers trace lazy shapes on them

Lives for a peck, she might have healer duties but all them bitches can stay sick if you haven’t given her a kiss goodbye yet

“Babe your gonna be late” “then come here faster??”

Can’t cook sorry

Tried her hardest learn but it won’t be edible so don’t even try

The pandora equivalent to pigs wouldn’t be at what she makes

But she can hand make things, will weave you baskets or sow you blankets what

Light sleeper like super light sleeper. Surprisingly the only thing that won’t wake her up but instead puts her too sleep is the sound of her father and brother’s snoring

Sometimes Jake gets home early and takes naps, snores could shake down fruit from a tree but the sound of them will make her sleepy

Comfort thing tbh

Not a morning person because of this, she wakes up too many times at night for anyone to try and wake her up early

Only person who can do it without receiving death threats is you, neytiri, and tuk

And tuk is only cause she’s little and she’s feel bad threatening a child

“Kiri you have to get up” “fine :(” - you and her

“Kiri you have to get up” “I will skin you alive if you do not leave this cot in 5 seconds” - her and lo’ak

So grumpy but once she eats she’s fine

#awow #avatar x reader #awow imagines #awow x reader #avatar kiri #kiri sully headcanons #kiri sully #kiri avatar #kiri atwow #avatar headcanons #atwow x reader #atwow headcanons #awow fluff #awow hcs #avatar hcs #avatar loak #avatar neteyam #avatar jake sully

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vonlycaonwife · 2 years

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Trying to get as many ideas as I can written down so others can actually read fics when they search them up fjdkfjfj so here's another post about how the guys will act when having a crush on you.

Warnings: possible ooc because the game isn't out yet

Characters: Wise, Billy, and Lycaon

It would maybe take a minute for him to realize that he has a crush on you, mainly because I feel like he's very prone to mixing up romantic feelings with platonic ones. It may take his sister saying something for him to realize, which would then cause him to have a cute blush on his cheeks once the realization sets in.

But once he does know then he...kind acts the same? Like he's gonna be super subtle with his flirting, to the point where you definitely will confuse it as platonic. It'll frustrate him a bit but that only means he's gonna start being less subtle.

The typical things he'll do is always try to be close to you physically, like sitting near you, walking over to you often for any reason, and definitely lean towards you when having a discussion about anything. He'll just tiptoe the line between closeness and affection.

He'll also have this particular way with how he talks to and looks at you. He doesn't necessarily stutter or seem nervous in his speech, it's more so like he's in the most comfort place on earth. And he'll always have this certain half closed eyed smile that just screams to any unknown third party that he's looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.

Most people are more surprised at the fact you two aren't together, since it's pretty obvious that the man has romantic feelings for you. Well obvious to everyone but you. Honestly Wise wouldn't find it necessary for you to find out, even if it does frustrate him sometimes. But he does have a plan in mind on how to confess, he just needs everything in place first.

Two words, fucking dumbass. You think he's dumb without having a crush? Honey he's way more dumb and goofy. He's gonna be trying to impress you so much all the time, and it always backfires. Trying to look cool while in battle? Yeah he totally just shot himself in the foot, literally. Trying to be a gentleman and shield you from the rain? Yeah that speeding car just soaked you both.

He's gonna be super cheesy and obvious when it comes to his flirting. Constantly gonna act like a knight that will protect you no matter what. It's very sweet but...he's constantly hurting himself when doing that, it becomes common for him to have a new scratch or dent in his cybernetics.

Pray for Nicole and Anby because they're gonna have to be wingwomans for him, cause lord help him he is clueless. They'll constantly try to give him advice and tell him what to do, and then facepalm when je fails again. The girls will always have to think of a new strategy to help the guy.

Lycaon is the type to where unless you're really looking close you wouldn't be able to tell he's fallen for someone. It's very subtle differences in how he looks at you and acts around you compared to others.

One example is how he treats you ever so slightly more sweetly than others, though it's not as much because he is very professional and would refuse to let his feelings get in the way of professionalism.

But everytime you two cross paths there's always this look in his eyes, it's a small glint that similar to a puppy seeing their loved one.

Honestly he tries his hardest to keep his tail from wagging a lot, it's a natural instinct. A great way to indicate he's doing so is seeing his tail be frozen. But in more private areas he doesn't keep it in check that much, though he refuses to acknowledge its movement.

He's just very sweet and he'll definitely have a plan to confess to you soon, since if he doesn't he may go crazy just by your scent.

#zenless zone zero x reader #wise (zzz) x reader #billy kid x reader #von lycaon x reader #might do it for the rest of the characters if anyone wants me to dhskdhfk #im so fucking sorry to Billy I TRIED TO ADD MORE BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Glorious Purpose - Part Three

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: You can't live with the consequences Loki has to face, but Odin's mind can't be changed...

Warnings: angst, pregnancy, Odin still being an arse

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: Part Three is finally here! Tagging once again @speedy-object-dream @megzdoodle and @chantsdemarins . I hope you like it! Enjoy reading, peeps! :)

Links to the other Parts:

Glorious Purpose - Part One

Glorious Purpose - Part Two

Glorious Purpose - Part Four

It had been almost a month since New York by now. Loki had faced the consequences; was now kept imprisoned in the dungeons of Asgard. The last month had been the hardest time of my life so far. After collapsing right in front of Thor that very night, as the Allfather judged Loki, I had a hard time coping. I regretted to the very core, that I didn't attend his trial. It tore me apart - mentally, physiologically.

Thor had promised me, that he would help me find a way to see Loki. Frigga wanted to help as well, tried to convince her husband. It was a back and forth over days and days, but Odin stood pat, refused every attempt we were making, always saying that Loki is to blame himself and that he brought this upon himself. We thought we would never change his mind, were on the very edge of despair. My health started to suffer from all the stress, heartbreak and emotional pain. I often felt tired and weak; had days where I merely could leave the bed - and well... It came as it had to. At some point it started to affect the baby. The countless cramps and pain in my lower abdomen were a clear sign of that – and it was getting worse...

"Lady Y/N..." Started the healer with a sigh. "You need to find a way out of the psychological stress you're in. If not, I am afraid to tell you that this could cause a miscarriage." The words of the healer caused me to break down even more. "W-What? A m-miscarriage?" The blonde woman standing beside my bed nodded sadly. "Yes, I am afraid this can happen." I gasped out in shock, the tears soon starting to fall. I already lost Loki. I couldn't lose our baby as well. Everybody told me to calm down and get my mind off things, but that was easier said than done. How was I supposed to stop thinking about Loki? Or the health of the innocent human being growing inside of me? It was simply impossible. There was just one cure to heal my broken heart and soul... To see Loki.

It was already late in the evening. I was about to head into bed, when a knock sounded from the door to my quarters. Frowning, I tied the knot of my dressing gown around my waist and stepped over to the door. Who could that be at so late an hour? I opened it cautiously - and was even more confused, when I saw who was standing in front of the door. "Thor? What are you doing here? It's late." I asked the blonde man, confused. Thor looked around, seemed to check the area, before he leaned closer. "Get dressed and meet me outside." It was all he said, before he quickly turned his back and left. "Thor, what-" It was too late. He was already out of earshot. So, I did what he had said and got dressed, before I went to meet him. "Thor... What is this all about? It's in the middle of the night and-" "I am going to bring you to Loki." I blinked, looked at my brother-in-law completely flabbergasted. I just couldn't believe what he was saying. "What?" "I am going to bring you to see my brother." This couldn't be true, could it? Was this just a cruel dream I would wake up from any minute or was it reality? I didn't know, couldn't tell the difference at this very moment. The lines were blurred. "Seriously?" Thor nodded, giving me a small smile. "Yes, Y/N." An audible gasp left my mouth after hearing him say those words. My belly turned upside down, performed a somersault, while my heart skipped a beat and started to beat loudly against my ribcage. Tears started to form in my eyes. I truly couldn't believe it. "Y-You are going to t-take me to the d-dungeons, to s-see Loki?" "Yes. It's way overdue. We should've done that earlier, before we risked the baby's health and also yours." I frowned at him. "We?" Thor smiled again. "My mother helped me. Father won't get to know that you saw Loki. We can't keep you longer away from him. I don't want something to happen to you two. Loki would never forgive me. Just like Frigga and I would never forgive ourselves." He took a deep breath. "Come on now. We need to be quiet." I nodded quickly. "Thor?" He had been already on the verge of walking away, but the call of his name stopped him. He turned around and looked at me. "Yes?" "Thank you." The blonde God gave me a soft smile. "Any time."

Thor led me through the hallways of the palace, all the way down to the dungeons. I had never been there before. It seemed... Dark and lonesome. I didn't know if it was my nerves, but I also had the feeling, that it was way colder in the dungeons than in the rest of the palace. I shivered and hugged myself, trying to provide some warmth. We crossed a corner. Thor suddenly stopped. I almost ran into him... "Okay... We're here. Loki's cell is right around the corner. Wait." I nodded and watched him rounding said corner. "Loki." Thor said his name, trying to catch the younger God's attention. "Brother... What an extraordinary thing to see you down here... What do you want?" Only the mere sound of my husband's voice sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart skip another beat. I clapped my hand over my mouth, inhaling shakily. I almost started to cry then and there. "To see me rod in my chains?" Loki's voice was laced with venom, but he also sounded... broken. Desperate. "No. We both know you choose this fate yourself, brother." I heard Loki snort out a mocking laugh. "But that doesn't mean I am happy about what father did to you. You needed to face the consequences, yes, but the prize you are paying is way too high." I had listened to them talking until now - but I couldn't listen to them a second longer. I wanted to finally see Loki again. No time to waste. "So, I decided to break the rules." I stepped forwards, rounded the corner on wobbly legs. Thor stood in front of Loki's cell. Loki was behind a yellow barrier, in his green tunic, hands folded behind his back. "What do you mean you broke the-" That was the moment he lifted his gaze, spotted me in the corner of his eyes, "Y/N?!" and his face fell.

a/n: Part Four is in the works...

#loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston characters

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evoilvx · 2 years

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At least once a week, Alcina will have to deal with the girls bringing home a stray cat, dog, goat, even a varcoloc one instance.

She loves her girls more than anything, but she absolutely refuses to have any pet short of a fish in her castle

Love this, I've actually thought about this a couple times! I hope I did well, I sort of brain farted towards the end lol. Enjoy!

Alcina cleared her throat, trying her best not to sigh and crumble to the floor.

"Mother, please? Look at it! Isn't it so cute?"

Daniela, ever the excitable youngest daughter, had a very oversized and grumpy looking black cat in her arms. If Alcina looked closer, she could've sworn the cat looked a little familiar.

"Please, Mother. We'll take care of it!" Cassandra was tugging on her mother's dress, a big pout set on her lips.

"Yes! We even have toys for it!" Bela pulled out a tree from behind her back, that was not at all subtly hiding back there. All three of them either had innocent smiles or a pout on their faces.

Alcina looked between her daughters and actually did sigh this time. She hated telling them "no" but she refused to have a little pest running around the castle causing even more mayhem than she already needed. This was the fifth week in a row she's had to tell them to put a creature back outside, tears and all.

"Darling, please put the tree back outside. Do not bring trees inside the castle, how many times have I told you?" Alcina scolded Bela softly, humming comfortingly when her daughter responded with "aww, man".

"Okay, but what about the friend I got for the cat!" Then Bela proceeded to put out a hissing honey badger. How she managed to keep it quiet, much less get a hold of it, was truly a mystery. At this point, Alcina had a vein slightly protruding from her forehead.

"No! No friends! No cats! No friends for cats! Out with that," Alcina pointed at the extremely disinterested feline, "and it's friend!"

"But Motherrrr" Daniela whined, stomping her foot a little. The countess pinched the bridge of her nose, grumbling about why she raised her little flies so spoiled, they were never used to being told "no", ever.

"I told you, my bug. There will be n-" Alcina paused, doing a double take when Bela creeped closer, holding the badger out to her mother.

"Just lo-"

"Out!"

The next week:

This was the worst day of Alcina's life.

And she's lived a long life.

"Absolutely not." In front of her stood her three daughters and a bleating... whatever that was. The pest was making all sorts of honks and squeaks, constantly chewing on something.

"But it's cute!"

"Please, Mother? Then we'll stop asking!"

"It's so helpless, we would keep it safe!"

Here they were again, begging Alcina to keep some random creature inside the castle.

"I can get you all a fish, how about that? You like fishes don't you girls? Remember all the fish books we have in the library?" Alcina clasped her hands together, giving a tensed smile to her daughters. They all looked so cute and it was the hardest thing in the world to deny them, but Alcina couldn't take the risk of something important being chewed up, or even worse, thrown back up.

"But we want this one, Mother!" This time, Cassandra was the one holding the animal, not even minding the way it was nibbling on her clothes and hair.

"How about this, I am going to take a nice bath and you, my darlings, can play with it until I am done. But it must be gone the second I am back." A compromise could work, Alcina wasn't too good at those, too used to just taking what she wanted.

The three of them looked between themselves, several indiscernible looks being shared. Alcina gave her best pleading smile, hoping that she could let her girls have this, and they wouldn't ask again.

Wishful thinking, right?

They nodded to each other then looked up at their mother, giving innocent smiles and a silent agreement. Alcina had a very bad feeling about this.

"Okay, I'll be back. Behave. And for Mother Miranda's sake please, keep an eye on that thing."

Alcina sighed. She couldn't remember a time she had been this lenient toward someone, much less three people. But they were her daughters, and she loved them dearly. Maybe she would get them a fish, or maybe a hamster? No, certainly not a hamster, one of them would eat it and claim it to be an accident.

Gods, Alcina could imagine seeing Daniela with her cheeks puffed and the hamster cage empty. The giantess groaned, trying her best to sink further into her tub as if she were trying to disappear. She let her thoughts run freely, closing her eyes and relaxing.

"Maah"

Alcina's eyes never opened faster, her eyes immediately zoning in on the goat that stared right into her soul across the rim of the tub.

The girls didn't know any better as they dug into the thigh of an unknown animal later that evening.

They wondered where their temporary friend had gone when Alcina finally made it back downstairs, but their mother simply told them it must've run off when they weren't looking.

The next week:

Alcina had been resting in her chambers, peacefully asleep, when she was awoken by licks and panting against her face. While she appreciated her daughters' affection, she thought they were long past their phase of affectionate licking from when they were "younger".

"Girls, it is muc-" Alcina growled the second her eyes opened all the way. Unless her daughters had turned into a dog overnight, then there was something seriously wrong. The mother groaned in exasperation when she realized what was happening.

"This cannot be happening.." She mumbled. Then she peeked an eye to see the canine was sat happily atop her covers. To make matters worse, Alcina moved her hand only to come into contact with something that felt too much like a slobbered chew toy and she dearly hoped it wasn't exactly that.

Alcina nearly lost all her marbles.

"Puppy? Puppy, where are you?" A harsh whisper came from behind the cracked door, making Alcina look up to see Bela creeping into the room. She was hunched over herself and looking around frantically.

"Bela! Did you find it ye-" Then came in two more hunched figures, all of them abruptly pausing when they found their mother sat up and the dog turning its head to joyfully bark in the direction of the daughters.

Alcina stared at her daughters, who were split between glancing at her and the dog, while the pest had turned to look right back at the countess.

"Get. It. Out."

The next week:

It was Friday.

Castle Dimitrescu has not had any recent pest visits. Alcina could almost cry in happiness. Maybe her daughters had finally stopped. Though the thought did make the mother feel a little guilty. Maybe she could talk to the Duke to see if he knew any places to adopt puppies.

As Alcina was just about done filling out paperwork and filing them away, she could hear a muted crash come from outside her door. She got up immediately. Was it a maid? An intruder?

Opening the door, she was greeted with her worst nightmare. She could vaguely remember the beasts her idiot brother spoke to her about, though she didn't give it much thought before the beast turned towards her with its very... very ugly head and roared.

"What the fuck." Was all Alcina could say. She snarled right back, her claws unsheathing the moment she noticed the beast was crouching, ready to pounce.

"Mother! Wait!" The shouts of her daughters made her pause, giving the creature an opening to jump at her.

...Only for it to start licking her hair the second it latched on. A deep frown settled into Alcina's features, her hands and claws furiously waving through the air.

"What is the meaning of this?! What is this- this thing doing in here?!" Her daughters only smiled sheepishly, immediately pulling out their pouts and puppy eyes.

"We found him wandering the forest!" Daniela shrieked a laugh and giggled while clapping her hands.

A growl and a tongue swiping across her face had the countess grabbing the abomination by the back of its neck and wrenching it away.

"You- you get this out of here! It does not belong here! Return this beast to where you found it!" Alcina shook the creature in her grasp before she dropped it. She watched as it scampered to her daughters' sides, tearing up the hall and somehow knocking over a vase, even with a distance so short.

"But-"

"No!"

"Isn't he cu-"

"No! He's not! Now get it out!"

Alcina sighed harshly, rubbing her face with her hands, nearly taking out her own eye in the process. She watched as her little bugs skipped away, giggling and playing around the Varcolac. The mother could already tell what was coming the next week.

The next week:

"Mother! Look what we found-"

"No!"

#resident evil 8 #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #re8 dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 1 year

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Please Don't Take Our Sunshine Away

For @badthingshappenbingo prompt survivor’s guilt Title: Please Don't Take Our Sunshine Away

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairings: Eddie/Buck, Maddie/Chimney, Bobby/Athena, Maddie & Buck, Christopher & Buck, Jee & Buck, Isabel & Eddie, Christopher & Eddie, Bobby & Buck and Chimeny & Hen Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,743 Warnings: Spoilers for 6x10 In a Flash, Aftermath fic, hurt Buck Summary: Staring down at Buck Christopher felt his heartbreaking as he looked at the man he had come to see as his second dad. "Buck, I know you can hear me and I know that you are fighting to come back to all of us. We miss you and we are all lost without you. Dad needs you to come back. I need you to come back to us. I never got the chance to tell you that I love you so much pops. That I hoped one day you and dad would realize what we all know that you two are meant to be. You love each other so much. Dad and I aren't whole without you, it is like the sun has hidden behind the clouds and it won't come back out until you wake up. Please pops come back to us." Christopher begged his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

Or Buck's family waits for him to wake up. You can read it on AO3

This is one of the hardest things Chimney had to do but it had to be him who told Maddie.

"Howie, what's wrong?" Maddie could read her boyfriend like a book and she knew something was wrong she had felt it earlier a phantom pain ripping through her. "What happened to Evan?" Because she knew that with Chimney before her and Jee happily playing with the stuffed bunny Buck had given her that it was her baby brother that had caused that pain.

"Maddie.." Chimney couldn't finish he tried to be strong but his voice broke off into a sob and the wounded sound that Maddie made as she broke was one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Chimney could do nothing but pull Maddie into his arms, he couldn't offer her any promises that Buck was going to be okay.

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"Dad!" Christopher's normally happy cheerful greeting usually wrapped Eddie in a feeling of warmth but not tonight, tonight he was numb and he was about to have a tough conversation with his son.

"Dad? What's wrong? Did something happen to Buck?" Christopher could read his dad and the heartbreaking look in his eyes was one he only wears when either he or Buck was hurt.

Crouching down Eddie looked his son in the eyes, "Buck was hurt tonight and it's bad, very bad." The last time that Eddie felt so helpless was when Buck had been pinned under the fire truck and could only listen to him scream.

Christopher's fingers gently trailed over his face making Eddie focus on his son and not his pain, "Buck is going to be okay. He is going to find his way back to us."

Eddie wanted to believe his son, he wanted to have faith that Buck was going to come back to him but he couldn't not when he felt Buck's lifeless body underneath his hands as he took over compressions from Chimney.

"It's okay dad, I can believe enough for the both of us."

And that had Eddie breaking down in front of his son.

+****+

"I thought I would find you here."

Bobby hadn't even heard Athena approach until she spoke he had been so focused on what he was writing. "I'm sorry I just couldn't sleep." Sleep wasn't his friend lately every time he closed his eyes he saw Buck being hit by lightning over and over again just dangling there. He can still hear Eddie's desperate cries as he rushed up the ladder to get Buck down not stopping to think about his own safety all that mattered was getting to Buck. He can still see Chimney starting compressions refusing to lose another brother.

Slim arms wrapped around him and he could feel Athena resting her chin on his shoulder, "What happened to Buckaroo wasn't your fault. No one can control the weather and we both know that the last thing that Buck would want is for you to be blaming yourself."

"I know but I can't get that night out of my head." Bobby looked at the book he had been writing in.

An understanding smile appeared on Athena's face as she pressed a kiss on Bobby's cheek. "Buck is going to love the fact that you are giving him all of your recipes." Bobby had been writing them out every chance he could, once May had found out what Bobby was doing she went out and found a special book for Bobby to write them in.

Bobby had broken down in tears when he saw the picture of him and Buck on the cover.

"I'm just afraid that I'm not going to give them to him. I can't lose another son." Bobby's voice broke off into a sob.

Letting go of Bobby Athena moved so that she could couch down in front of her husband, "Evan Buckley is too stubborn to stop fighting to come back to us. He gets that from the both of us."

That gained her a wet chuckle from Bobby, "Indeed he does."

+******+

"It should have been me." Chimney's soft broken words snapped Hen out of the daze she had been in since the moment Buck had been hurt, it felt like she had been swimming underwater for days. Like she was trapped in an endless nightmare seeing Buck their sunshine so lifeless.

"Don't you dare say that!" Hen snapped back.

Tears in his eyes Chimney slammed his fist onto the table, "You don't understand Hen I was going to go up first but Buck said it was his turn. It should be me lying in that bed."

Taking Chimney's chin in her hand Hen forced him to look at her, "And Buck would be doing just as you are blaming himself and wishing it was him in your place. Chimney it is no one's fault. No one can control the weather. Maddie is already dealing with the thought of losing her brother don't make her think she could have lost you as well. And don't count our Buckaroo out yet he has so much to come back for, he has us, he has Jee and Maddie, and he has Eddie and Christopher who he would never leave."

Chimney's shoulders shook as his sobs escaped him and Hen wrapped her arms around him and together they cried over their friend.

+******+

Eddie had never felt this level of exhaustion as he forced a smile on his face the last thing he wanted was to make Christopher and Carla worry about him more. He had just finished sitting beside Buck before Maddie kicked him out telling him to go home. If he didn't have Christopher to come home to he would have stayed at Buck's side twenty-four-seven.

"Dad, you'll never guess who came to visit." Christopher seemed a little happier than he had been since that night Eddie had to tell him about Buck's accident. As Christopher came to greet him a familiar figure followed him, "Abuela? What are you doing here?"

Smiling Abuela tugged Eddie into a hug once she reached him, "You think I would stay away when my Evanito needs me? When you and Christopher need me? I came as soon as I could."

The gentle touch of his Abuela, the love and concern in her eyes was the tipping point and Eddie let himself break.

Abuela could understand his pain, "Do not grieve for him yet, he will find his way back to you. I have never seen two souls as entwined as yours. For as long as you breathe Evan will be by your side."

"I love him and I haven't had the chance to tell him that yet," Eddie whispered.

Smiling softly Abuela wiped the tears off of Eddie's cheeks, "Then you will just have to tell him when he wakes up and before you even considered saying he might not feel the same way let me stop you, he loves you just as deeply as you love him. I have had that kind of love and I see it in you two."

Eddie clung to his Abuela's words.

+******+

"Now remember Jee you have to be careful with Uncle Buck." Maddie reminded her daughter as she placed her on the bed next to Buck.

Jee was too young to understand why her Uncle Buck couldn't play with her, why he wasn't picking her up and covering her face in kisses.

Maddie's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's sad face as she sat on the bed beside Buck, "Uncle Buck is seriously hurt so he needs a long nap to get better but I know he is missing you as much as you are missing him."

Laying down Jee rested her body against Buck's and somehow Maddie managed to hold back her sobs until Jee fell asleep snuggled against her Uncle and she reached out to take Buck's hand in hers. "Come back to us Evan we need you."

+******+

Staring down at Buck Christopher felt his heartbreaking as he looked at the man he had come to see as his second dad. "Buck, I know you can hear me and I know that you are fighting to come back to all of us. We miss you and we are all lost without you. Dad needs you to come back. I need you to come back to us. I never got the chance to tell you that I love you so much pops. That I hoped one day you and dad would realize what we all know that you two are meant to be. You love each other so much. Dad and I aren't whole without you, it is like the sun has hidden behind the clouds and it won't come back out until you wake up. Please pops come back to us." Christopher begged his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

+******+

It was late and Eddie had sent Christopher home with his Abuela but he couldn't leave, he couldn't leave Buck alone. Moving the chair to beside Buck's bed he took his hand in his. "Please Buck come back to us. I need to tell you I love you." Eddie didn't know how long he had been asleep or what woke him until he felt the hand in his give a gentle squeeze. "Buck?"

Blurry blue eyes stared back at him. Eddie had never seen such a beautiful sight, "Buck, your awake."

Forced out of the room as Buck's doctors looked him over with trembling hands Eddie pulled out his phone and dialled Bobby's number.

"Eddie?" There was no missing the pure fear in Bobby's voice.

"He's awake Bobby. Buck is awake." For the first time since that horrible night, Eddie was crying tears of joy.

A choked sob came over the line, "I will tell everyone. You just keep an eye on our boy." Bobby ordered.

"I will." Eddie knew that it wouldn't be long before Buck's hospital room was filled with the others but he needed a moment alone with him first.

"Mr. Diaz you can come back in now." Buck's nurse informed him.

Buck was more awake when Eddie entered the room and Eddie quickly retook his spot beside Buck and linked their fingers back together. "I love you Evan and I am so glad that you came back to me." Buck smiled at Eddie, "I'll always find my way back to you Eds, you're my perfect couch. I love you too, so much."

#bad things happen bingo #sherri writes #my fics #buddie #buck x eddie #otp: you can have my back any day #firefighter husbands

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Bella’s mysterious life

PART 1: slow goodbye

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Stephanie Meyer and LJ Smith own these characters.

(Bella Pov) I always felt like I never belonged with Edward. He was always trying to push marriage on me when I knew it was something I never wanted. After seeing how much pain it had caused my father I never felt like I would be a woman that would take another man's name. Maybe that's when I realized he wasn't the man for me.

After Edward proposed I knew he would keep pressuring me to say yes. I told him I wasn't ready which I knew was a lie. I never wanted marriage. I already feel stuck because of his stupid controlling family. I can't even act like myself anymore, Alice thinks she can control what I wear and Edward thinks he can control who talks to me. After leaving Edward's house today Charlie had cooked fish on the grill. MMMM my favorite.

I locked my window that night knowing how Edward would come and watch me sleep. How weird is that? Like I know for a fact any girl my age would feel so uncomfortable being watched all night long. He's going to chastise me in the morning. I can feel it in my spine.

My alarm clock is so annoying and I HATE the rain. It ruins all my plans. At least the sun is shining today. My closet sucks. Alice got rid of all my cute clothes or so she thought. Today I'm wearing my tropical print romper and my ankle strap chunky heels from Target. Along with my quilted chain shoulder bag. I think today is the day I drive my Mazda and leave Edward in the dust. When Alice and Edward pulled up to school they were pissed knowing that I had left them there. They never knew about my car, only the truck. Honestly, they never asked me. I loved the looks on their faces. After a while, I got out of my car because I could see them looking for my truck. Edward came up to me asking where I got the money for a car. Not knowing when I lived with my mom I had a few modeling shoots in Virginia. That's where I met Klaus god I miss him and his luscious lips so much. So I whipped out my phone and texted him.

I miss you so much wish you were here and not these weird half-breed vamps. Can't wait to see you! Miss your kisses!! XOXO- your lover <3

I see Angela walking not too far ahead so I sprint next to her to get rid of Edward.

"Hey ang. How is your morning going so far? " I said, trying to get her attention so she could tell that I didn't want to be near Eddie.

"Pretty crappy. Did you drive your car today? You know I love the speaker system in that thing! " Angela said, trying to get me off the topic of her day

" You know I did! Wanna go to the mall later? "

"But Belllllaaa I was gonna ask you to hang out after school. " Alice whined like the child she is, ugh I hate her.

(Edward POV) Bella walked away with Angela and left Alice and me in her wake. I was stuck wondering who this person was.

The only reason I was with the twit was for my own personal heroin, the smell of her blood leaves me in utter want. No one in my family knows the real reason for me refusing to turn the spoiled little brat that is called my "mate". The only thing she is to me is my little blood bag. When she falls asleep I make little pricks in places upon her skin that she will never know about and I lap up the blood that spills out. No one would ever know. Not even Alice as I never decide to do it. Not like Alice would even care Bella is her little pet. Now that the little twit has made plans to go to the mall, I get to go And have fun with my little Mary. Carlise may have changed me but he doesn't know of my undying loyalty to my mate. He has no clue that Alice and I are mates and that Jasper is Maria's mate. He will never know and I will do my hardest to destroy him if he tries to take away my Heroin.

(Alice POV) When the little Bitch walks away with God's saint Angela I'm livid. How can she just walk away when I'm talking to her? All I want is to make her look like a proper woman, not a trampy hoe. The way she throws herself at Edward is ridiculous. Little does anyone know, He's in love with me not her. I have him and Jasper wrapped around my little finger. Jasper has never been my mate. Jasper and I concocted this plan when I met him after he got into a fight with his real mate Maria. He wanted to let the captain and his mate Charlotte go so they could live their life but she didn't want to lose two good soldiers. So he decided to punish her by leaving for a while. He goes to see her every once in a while.

Jaspers has been my best friend for so many years, he knows that Edward and I are mates and that Edward just wanted to play with a human for a while. Suddenly I'm hit with a vision of Edward and I running through the woods being chased by someone who is completely enraged. Then I see Edward's whole body lit on fire and the last thing I see is a torch coming towards me.

#klaus mikaelson #bella swan #fanfic

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sarcastic-salem · 2 years

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It bothers me when people say Lokean blogs come and go really fast without going into any detail. Its not just Lokean blogs, in general — its all kinds of Heathenry and Norse Pagan blogs. Lokean blogs tend to get hit the hardest because Nazi Odinists/Folkish and because of radfems who are impersonating Lokeans or are in love with Loki and weirdly homophobic despite being queer themselves?????

Seriously, I’ve seen posts in the Godspouse community going around about how Loki is supposedly a man hating lesbian???

I wouldn’t even be surprised if these people didn’t even own copies of the Eddas. List of Loki facts according to The Norse Eddas —

Loki is genderfluid transgender. Genderfluid is a nonbinary identity that falls under the transgender umbrella, and Loki has the ability to change his gender at will, get pregnant and give birth, and to impregnate women. Not only that but he spends a good 75% of his time in The Eddas presenting in a masculine or masc-leaning form.

Loki is bisexual — not a lesbian. Its stated in the Eddas that Loki will pretty much fuck anything that moves and I do mean anything. Part of this is because monogamy wasn’t really a thing way back when. Or at least it wasn’t the cultural norm. Having multiple spouses or lovers was considered normal, and monogamy was popularized by Christian converts for mostly misogynistic reasons. The other thing is

People love to tap dance around Loki’s sexuality and transness because of the radfems and TERFs I mentioned. Oh, I didn’t mention the TERFs — well, that’s because a lot of the radfems are TERFs.

And also because of the homophobia because for reasons beyond my understanding not even bisexual or pansexual women can stomach the idea of fucking a guy who likes dick????

Guys, tha—that’s not how this works. First of all because its hypocritical and disgusting. And second

Because how the fuck are you gonna judge your partner for who they chose to date or fuck?

That is some Gold Star Lesbian bullshit, ok. Gold Star Lesbians, peeps, are biphobic lesbians who refuse to date women who have fucked men at ANY point in their lives. Even if those women identify as LESBIANS themselves at the moment.

And if you’re pulling this bullshit you’re not bisexual — you’re an asshole👌🏻 Nonbinary people, like Loki, are a third gender and once you get into nonbinary labels and identities there are EVEN more genders that fall under the nonbinary umbrella. And there are enbies with dicks and transmasc enbies and nonbinary trans men and so on and so on and so on. And some of those people with dicks or transmasc folk will have

FUCKED OTHER PEOPLE WITH DICKS & TRANSMASC FOLKS…..

So if you’re bisexual but you’re not attracted to men or people with dicks or transmasc people……???? I cannot — this do not compute, and the entire point of being pansexual is that you give zero fucks about your partners’ gender. Why would you judge them for their partners’, past or present, genders?

I mean, seriously you’re not bisexual — you’re an asshole.

Getting back to the topic at hand, Loki — and I say this with love — is a slut. Personally, I take the word slut as a compliment and I think Loki would, too. Cause if you’re trying to hate on someone for the number of people they fuck

That’s just jealously. People who slut shame are jealous cause they’ve been with the same person in the same bed in the same positions for the past 20 years and some of them are lucky if they’re getting any once every two or three months.

Not only is Loki a slut but its documented — once again, IN THE EDDAS — that he has gotten pregnant and given birth to multiple children at least THREE times. That we know of. And people always write off Sleipnir as a bad joke or as Loki being raped???

Asgard, and Yggsdrisal for that matter, a world is full of talking animals. Odin has a secret news network made up of a pair of ravens, and are we seriously going to sit here and assume that Loki cannot communicate with his own children……??? Like, I mean……Really????

Everything about the conception of Sleipnir was consensual. Die mad about it.

So these TERFs and Nazis literally just come in and bully all of the queer and transgender people — especially men — out of the Lokean community, and no one does anything to stop it. This behavior has been on the rise since 2018 and no one cares because everyone in the Heathen community would rather pretend that there is no discourse than confront the Nazi assholes. And they would happily just throw newcomers under the bus.

Because a lot of people in the Heathen community are pretentious reconstuctionalist assholes. And they dedicate their lives to pretending to be historians so that they can look down on other Heathens and Pagans.

Recons: Hi, we’re gonna need to know your GPA from the last university you’ve attended and how many books on Norse mythology you currently have published.

Newbies: Uhhh…😦

Recons: Do you have all the myths memorized yet?

Newbies: No?

Recons:

In what way is that meant to be welcoming, exactly?

That is the ugly truth of why Lokean blogs come and go so fast.

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springbons · 1 year

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ASGORE ISN’T A BAD GUY AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING HE IS! (Note: I am wrong. I change my view.)

(Everything below this is Conjecture and my failed opinion, but I refuse to delete it for archival reasons. Consider it a tagline of my failure. Do not take me seriously, cause after review of what others have told me, the whole POINT of the storyline is both of them were being stupid. But then again, this post is mostly “She’s not perfect either, and people need to not hate asgore and give him the love he deserves, and to be able to look past what he did because what she did was just as bad.” That’s the TL;DR.)

That’s it. I’ve had it. I’ve had it for too long. I’m not even mad at the people, I’m more mad at Toriel. Toriel is a selfish woman who caused a million problems, blamed her husband for it, pushed it all onto him to solve, and he’s just trying to do what he can to SLEEP AT NIGHT. Let’s get into it!

WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO DO?

Let’s start with a line that Toriel says at the end of the run, because this is the hardest to account for IMO, and has pissed me off the most; "If you really wanted to free our kind, you could have gone through the barrier after you got ONE SOUL, taken six SOULs from the humans, then come back and freed everyone peacefully."

Now put yourself in Asgores shoes. You’re a big, fluffy, push-over who has barely enough strength to fight a single human without feeling like scum of the earth. Do you think he would be able to go out and just slaughter 6 innocent lives and live with himself? Do you think he could sleep when every time he closes his eyes he sees one of their faces? No. He made a choice, a difficult one: He found a solace in compromise, the people of the Underground would go free eventually, but he would not hunt those merely living their lives. Let them fall into the mountain, be their own foolishness that lets them get killed.

IT’S HER FAULT TOO!

But Toriel here thinks that’s not good enough. Like his choices were all wrong, as if he had a right one. Well, Ms. Know-It-All, let’s count every single choice you’ve made and see how many fuck-ups we can rack up, hm?

She let a human (Considered Enemies of War at the time) into their home, child or not.

She was so bad at supervising them at she didn’t catch on when they started stuffing Buttercups in their mouth

Ontop of that, had their plan succeeded, ALL humans could’ve ended up dead in some ungodly reign of terror, who knows what would’ve happened then.

Then when his husband declares War on humans for killing their Children despite the fact they were completely peaceful while on the surface, instead of being his only voice of reason and beacon of light remaining, she runs off and secludes herself in the ruins to make him feel bad.

She then spent years manipulating every human child that ever fell into the underground into staying with her, forcing them to stay in her home against their wishes until they finally had to fight her just to leave

And then she doesn’t help them when they DO leave, instead deciding to let them go into this “Harsh and Cruel” world completely unprepared and alone, not even answering their calls.

And she never leaves because why? Because she just couldn’t abandon the grave of her first child. This child, that she brought in, which caused so many problems. Her son is dead, Frisk is haunted by Chara, and all the blame was put onto her Husband, who’s just doing his best.

I even got some extras!

CAUSE WHY NOT?

You could technically say she causes the Genocide Route. Her negligence to watch over The Player, (or Frisk,) as they slaughter countless monsters is humiliating to say the least. She lets a child run rampant, completely on their own, in a dangerous place, and not only do they get hurt in Pacifist, they could level an entire town in Genocide before they get to her home. And then? She reads them a story, and bakes them some pie. How. Lovely. You blind-ass goat.

Another thing that pisses me off is did she ever stop to think how her husband felt after all of that? His children, dead. His wife, gone. A man with no strength and will, left with the toughest possible decision in the worst situation. Do you think that if Asgore didn’t have hundreds-of-thousands counting on him to run the Underground, (Oh yeah, she left him with that responsibility alone too btw,) that he may not have been able to take it? He had to stay strong for so many, he had no other option, but if it was just him? If all that happened while they were above-ground, while he wasn’t king? ...Do you think he would’ve killed himself from the stress alone? Cause I certainly do. Asgore is a very, very hurt soul who didn’t deserve any of what he had to face or do, and Toriel is a fool. I rest my case.

#undertale #toriel #asgore

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Not sure I love how this chapter came out, but it has its moments -Danny

Words: 2,385

Phase Five Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Punisher’ -by Phoebe Bridgers

xxxii: Rescue Mission

Sergei came looking for her again, she was blindfolded and taken to Billy's fancy dungeon. Cat pulled out Spider-man's mask from her satchel and threw it at Russo's feet.

"Happy?" She asked.

"I was expecting more blood," Russo eyed her casually. "You expect me to believe he's dead when you only have a few smudges across the face?"

"I don't like the smell of blood or how it tastes, I was careful not to get it on me."

The man laughed. "Heard that, Kraven? The mercenary's not a fan of blood!"

"She's telling the truth," said a voice above them.

Cat looked up and found Nightcrawler hanging inside a cage.

"Kurt!" The collar shocked her, Cat fell to her knees again.

"Easy, girl," Sergei had the remote in his hand. "Sit."

He shocked her once more and the mutant doubled in pain, her head was spinning.

"You were saying?" Russo turned to Kurt.

"She hates it," one of Kurt's eyes was swollen, it looked like his nose was broken too. He wasn't wearing any clothes but it didn't seem to bother him, or he was trying really hard not to show discomfort. "Her mask used to keep the smell away, so if I were you, I'd be mighty grateful she concentrated enough to get rid of the spider."

"Oh, but he wasn't our hardest task, he's not our last either, right, Kat?"

"Why don't you just kill me?" Cat growled.

"Cause that'd be a waste," he explained calmly, "D'you have any idea how valuable you are? Going against you is going against themselves. Someone who knows all of your weak spots, and can become the one thing that could kill you effortlessly."

"What happens if I refuse to keep going? Or if I kill myself?"

"Mr. Wagner used to be a pretty good assassin, with a little bit of training he can go back to the old ways. Right, Kraven?"

Kraven hummed. "Easy."

"The collar will keep him under control, and without you there to talk him out of it, Nightcrawler will have no reason to disobey."

"I rather eat my tail than work for you!" Kurt shouted.

An abrupt buzzing came from above, it was so aggressive she felt the ground vibrating. Kurt twisted in his cage without making much noise and fell limply as soon as the noises stopped. Cat whimpered not daring to look up. She was tired, and couldn't feel scared or sad anymore. She was numb all over. Russo was right, the collar was working, it was breaking her.

"What? You ran out of jokes?" Russo raised a brow. "Take her away. We'll give you time to recover, I want you to be fully awake for what's to come, so you can remember everything afterward."

"Mimi," Kurt crept to the side of his cage, he still had energy left. "Don't listen— just run, leave me—"

He was electrocuted again, and Cat noticed his cage was all metal, which meant he was feeling twice the pain she was subjected to.

"STOP IT!" She got up abruptly and ran toward Billy, but the man didn't budge.

Kraven pressed her remote and she contorted, falling to her knees. Cat coughed out, desperately trying to stay awake.

"Here's your next target, love," Russo pulled something out of his pocket: a picture. "You and Miss Bishop make a sweet couple," he threw the image on her lap. "Record the killing this time. Or bring her head. We should've asked her to do that from the start, isn't that what you do, Kraven?"

"If the beast's satisfied with just bringing small prizes like pieces of her prey's suits, that's her decision. They're not my kills."

Cat's eyes were blazing with anger, her hand reached for Spider-man's mask and lifted the item to his face. "You think I take pride in this shit?"

"That's what I taught you—"

"You taught me a rat's ass! You terrorized me and Kurt for years!" She yelled. "You fucking lunatic—!"

Kraven electrocuted her, and a second time for good measure. "I don't think you understand the point of the inhibitor!"

"I understand it," she replied hoarsely, then smiled a little. "But that face you make when I insult you— that's not very alpha of you, Sergei."

Lightning coursed through her, Cat curled on the floor swallowing her cries.

"Take her away," Russo ordered. "You run and your demon boy dies, understood?"

"I don't matter, Mimi, save your—!"

His choked groans squeezed her heart. Cat wanted to fight back, but it was hopeless. One way or another, one of them would end up dead, if not both.

The mutant was dozing off when she heard someone tapping her window. She sat up in alarm and tried to bring out her claws, but the inhibitor was on, so nothing happened. The window snapped open, a shadow paused at the brink of it.

"Are you alone?" It whispered.

Cat nodded, not quite believing that was really happening. Spider-man enter the room and closed the window, then he turned to look at her. He was wearing a suit, identical to the other, but this one was cleaner.

"How d'ya get Edith?"

"Stole it," she replied, her throat was suffering the consequences of her insubordination, so her voice was weak and grainy. "It was in the wrong hands."

"How do I know the wrong hands aren't yours?"

Cat glared at him. "I could've killed you for real, you know? It would've been easier, but I didn't."

"Because you want me to use Edith. I read your note."

"So?"

"I wanna know what the hell is going on first."

Cat looked away. "That's my business."

He made his way to her, gentle in his movements. "I care about you far more than you think. Don't push me out again."

The way he spoke to her felt more intimate than she remembered, Clint had said something about her dating the hero at some point, but since she couldn't recall it, the tone of his voice only made her uncomfortable.

"I don't understand," she said, looking at him intently. "I don't remember you being close to me, but when I see you around the city I... I feel like you were. Why?"

Spider-man stared at her, it was impossible to know what he was thinking. "The last time I saw you, you were happy. What happened with Matt and with—?"

"You know about Matt?" She tensed. "You've been following me?"

"N-No!"

Cat got up and approached menacingly. "Who are you?"

Spidey moved away, staying in the corner of the room. "I-I can't..."

"I went to you," Cat pointed an accusing finger at him. "My mind ignored everyone else and screamed your name," she took a shaky breath, "I wanna know why."

"We were best friends," his voice softened. "Way before you knew Harley and Kurt."

"That's impossible."

"It doesn't make sense, I know, but the years Kurt wasn't around, I was."

For some reason, Cat was crying. Maybe she was too tired to fight it back as she would usually do.

"I was there," he said, giving a hesitant step forward. "I went to all of your birthday parties, we dressed up as Ghostbusters on your first—"

"How do you..." she whispered, stepping back.

"I was there on your first Valentine's when Ned gave you a spaceship eraser, I gave you a handmade card."

Her memories were glitching, she could remember seeing the eraser in the box where she kept her old things, but the card... images flickered behind her eyelids... a boy was giving it to her...

"We used to go to a cat cafe before the blip, that's how we discovered that cats love you— and I invited Matt Murdock to the party where he gave you those," he pointed at the heart-shaped sunglasses on her nightstand. "You got together that night."

She remembered. Holy shit, she remembered Ned and MJ, and Kurt, Happy and Matt... another person... with curly brown hair.

Cat stared at him, his face remained missing in her mind. "Webs..?"

"Yes!" His voice came out a little cheerier. "You taught me how to fight better, and how to heal my wounds— you gave me the hydrogen tip to get rid of bloodstains!"

She frowned. "It sounds like you weren't that well trained, were you?"

Spider-man laughed. "You used to say that a lot. I wasn't born with powers, I got them on the year we met."

"I met you before you were spider-man," it wasn't a question, it just came to her. "My god... you're my tutor!"

"Yeah, that's how we became friends," he walked closer to her, this time she didn't move. "I want to help you. I have the feeling this is my fault, somehow—"

"I sent Billy Russo to jail, you had nothing to do with it."

"The only reason why you worked as an agent was so Kurt and I didn't have to—"

"It was you?" She asked, abruptly remembering something from her youth. "I signed the accords for you?"

Spider-man stopped. "That's... yeah, I guess you did. You said something like that when I asked."

"What did I say exactly?"

He paused, then drew something out of the waistline of his suit.

"I brought this in case... I thought you'd welcome me at gunpoint."

"Out of all the men that are after me, you're the least threatening. I thought it'd be hard to get your attention, so I threatened to kill you and stabbed you hoping you'd understand. You're the one who should be holding a gun at my face."

Spider-man looked down at the thing he was holding, he offered it to her.

"I understood that you needed me. I know all of you, and I know you never ask for help unless you really need it," he cleared his throat, stretching out his hand and insisting that she took what he was holding. "I... I loved you very much, once. That's our whole life together. It won't work unless you remember me, I'm having the same issue with Edith."

"What?"

"I tried to activate her but she's dead."

"Why do I have to remember you for Edith to work?"

"It's because of our friendship that Tony gave me the glasses. You used to know my identity," he explained. "I made you forget."

"What!" She exclaimed in shock. "You did this to me?! I hate not being able to remember things!"

"You said that before— but I was constantly messing things up and you were always trying to help by neglecting your life in the process—"

Spider-man started to pace around her room, she grabbed him by the back of the suit, the guy was as tall as her, but he still gulped loudly when she seized him.

"Who are you?" She repeated in a low, angry voice.

"You won't remember even if I tell you, you might get flashbacks of things, but we need to remove the whole spell," he moved away from her grip. "I need to restore your memory."

"I still don't understand why is this stopping you from using Edith," she frowned.

"I made everyone forget with Strange's help, right? It affected the whole world, machines included, so maybe if I break a part of the spell, that'll get the A.I. working."

"And you'll break the spell through me?"

"You're the one who needs Edith," he pointed out.

"And you understand why?"

"The bad guys have you under their control and you want to get rid of them."

"And you're okay with that?"

He placed one hand on her shoulder. Spider-man spoke in a voice that made her slightly scared of him, "I would fight them myself if I could, but I can tell your inhibitor's been modified to do more than just neutralize you— I'm not fast enough on my own."

Cat's eyes teared up again. "So you don't care about me being a mercenary?"

"Come again?" He removed his hand from her shoulder.

"Okay, here's my plan," she turned and sat down on her bed. "Billy Russo and Sergei —he's Dmitri's brother, I don't know if I ever told you about Dmitri?"

He sat beside her. "I thought you'd killed them during the blip?"

"No. Only Dmitri," she made a face. "Sergei found me a few days ago, makes me kill good people— and I might've killed some last year, but I don't... I don't think they were good... I hope they weren't, but either way, I made a bigger mess than I realized."

Spider-man held her hand so gently it made her want to cry again. She needed to get a grip of herself. "I've missed you, Cat. I won't leave you alone on this. And I won't judge you anymore, I'm just happy we're talking again."

"Where have you been?" Her voice came out childish and weepy. "You should've looked for me sooner— maybe I wouldn't be here, about to die..."

"I know, I know," Spider-man was quick to wrap his arms around her, his guilt sounded so genuine it made her cry harder. "I'm sorry, I thought you were okay— and you were for a while..." he dried her tears with his thumb. "I looked for you, C.C. So we could be friends again, even if you couldn't remember me..."

"What happened?"

"You looked happy," he insisted, now sounding as teary as her. "I couldn't do it... I was alone, but I was willing to stay that way so all of you could go on without worries."

"It's selfish, assuming you're the only problem we could ever worry about," she moved away from him, cleaning her nose with the back of her hand. "Didn't you think that maybe you were also the one thing keeping us going?"

"Nah. There are good things within you, C. I think you've gone through a lot the last few years, but you're still pushing through it."

Pushing back, she thought. He must've been the voice that she kept hearing at the back of her mind, whenever she did something wrong.

"I must've loved you a lot," she sentenced. "Almost as much as I love Kurt."

Spidey chuckled. "I hope so."

She was just as trapped as she was the day before, but having Spider-man there gave her hope, and that was all she needed at the moment.

"Okay... so let's break this spell," she moved and stared at the plastic square he'd handed her. "Do you think Strange is willing to help you out a second time?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "More like a fourth time. And no. I caused a multiversal apocalypse last time, I don't think he's up for it again— it's been only two years since that happened. What about Wanda?"

"I know she's gone a bit off the rails, though I can't blame her," she gestured at the collar around her neck. "I'm not a saint either."

"Any idea of how to get in contact with her?"

Cat reached for her phone. "I might know someone."

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pastorralffriedrichs · 6 months

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Straight from Hope Ministries Sanctuary here, blessings to you all.

Another beautiful day given to us from above.

I want to share this morning with you

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen."

Ephesians 4:29

From the moment we are born-again, the old self-life is to be put off and should remain nailed to the Cross... and we are to 'put on the new'.

We become a new person with a new life - the in-breathed life of the risen Lord Jesus Christ.

We are declared righteous by God, made part of His new creation, become a member of Christ mystic Body, and are covered with His perfect righteousness. We have a duty to obey God's Word - so that we mature in the faith and are progressively conformed into the image and likeness of the lovely Lord Jesus.

Just as our 'old man' followed the sinful ways of the world,

so the 'new man' is to walk in the way of righteousness and live in the truth of His Word.

To help us actively put off the old man and put on the new, Paul exhorts us to live in a certain way and adopt certain godly attitudes and behaviours, while abstaining from things that are carnal and fleshly.

He exhorts us to rid ourselves of worldly vices and stop deceiving, defrauding,

or harming others.

Here In this passage of scripture Paul wrote to the church in Ephesus about what it means to live in community: “Let no evil come out of your mouths, but only what is useful for building up,

as there is need, so that your words may give grace to those who hear.”

As human beings we tend to emphasize and remember our problems, but as Christians we are called to speak in a way that benefits the people around us.

In our everyday lives we have opportunities to share kind words toward others such as complimenting their work or affirming their character. Whatever we can do to live in such a way that we build others up, rather than breaking them down, will allow us to fully live into God’s kingdom. This is perhaps the hardest commandment to obey, and the easiest to overlook.

Think of the thousands of words we speak every day.

We should not allow corrupt words to come out of our mouths, but we should speak only what is good and for necessary edification, that the hearers may receive grace from God through our Godly words.

“I sought the LORD, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.”

Psalm 34:4

Did you wake up this morning filled with fear?

If so, we have a place to go for any and all crises..

So for followers of Christ, there is also reason to tame our own, fear-based reactions to anything that causes fear. Because fear causes restlessness, and when we are restless, we tend to panic,

fixated on the worst-case-scenarios and act chiefly out of self-preservation. In other words, fear cripples us.

As we read in this psalm David felt that way too.

But, David declared that His God delivered him from all his fears.

David feared the worst.

God delivered him in the midst of his fears.

The enemy tries to use fear to have power over our lives.

But I make a declaration to refuse having fear in the name of Jesus and I just want to remind you that our God's power is greater than our fears and remember as

2 Timothy 1:7 states "for God has not given us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and a sound mind."

Many times you may feel like you are on the rope in the midst of some gigantic tug-of-war. Just the pressure alone, the worry of what might happen is enough to cripple you spiritually.

During such times we should follow the example of David.

God’s deliverance was experienced in David’s life as he sought the Lord. “Sought the Lord“…such a broad word, one that involves pursuit.

It is a longing for God that finds expression in seeking, asking and worshipping. God is the desire of our heart.

In that place David experienced divine deliverance from all his fears.

The same possibility holds true for each of us.

In His presence is peace, joy, safety, security, comfort and life.

What fear could possibly survive before the presence of the God who is all love, all power?

Stop trying to stand up to your fears.

Instead, like David, start running to God. Turn on the light of faith and the darkness of fear will dissipate. Decide to seek God today with all your heart. Let faith rise in your soul. Climb above the fear and soar to new levels of trusting God knowing when you do He will deliver you from all our fears.

May God always bless you and may you all go through life with Jesus Christ in your life

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doskorogorpg · 8 months

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CONGRATULATIONS REY!

YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF VARYIS ZHUK.

Welcome to Do Skorogo RPG! Please make sure you scan over the CHECKLIST, send in your account to the main in the next 24 hours, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Varyis's faceclaim has been changed to Vico Ortiz.

♦ PART I — OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME : rey

AGE : 30

PRONOUNS : she / her

TIMEZONE : bst

ACTIVITY LEVEL : 6 - 8 depending on my work week and how far behind i am on my assignments 🤠 always around on mobile to plot on discord though

ANYTHING ELSE? no triggers, just a thank you again for answering all my questions, this has been a super fun app to write! i apologise in advance for the sheer length of it 🥴

♦ PART II — IN CHARACTER

DESIRED ROLE : varyis zhuk

i am... a sucker for an assassin character ( one of my longest muses is bucky barnes 🧍) and i really have such a soft spot for people who can cause incredible damage but are good people at heart ( i'm looking @ you inej ). varyis' backstory was also a big draw considering their family name and how they're continuously running from it, and i think their past catching up to them will be so insanely fun to watch play out in various character dynamics / plots further down the line.

FACECLAIM : vico ortiz

GENDER & SEXUALITY : non-binary pansexual.

HEADCANONS:

sasha is the only one to know varyis' family name — they've been going by varyis or 'v' since the first time meeting svetlana, avoiding and refusing to answer questions about their past or where they came from. it's their most tightly guarded secret, one they're deathly afraid of coming out for fear of the zhuk name completely undermining everything they are to the team.

varyis has big black cat energy. they're quiet, preferring to observe rather than be the focus of attention ; touch is a no-go unless they trust you, and they will lash out if this boundary isn't respected ( they once broke a man's hand for refusing to let go of their arm when he was warned — he got off lightly. ). however, expect a more affectionate side for those they're closest to, physical contact like hugs or an arm across the shoulder freely given when their barriers are down.

one of the first things varyis did after they left their home behind was cut their hair. it had always been forbidden, a strict rule enforced so as to keep up appearances ( your hair is beautiful long, why would you want it short ? ). the action was freeing in a way they didn't even realise it could be, a cutting away of their past, a shedding of skin to become someone new, someone that felt authentically them. their hair has stayed short ever since.

they have a big sweet tooth, the candies and sweets of starosva unmatched by anywhere else they've visited. the bird's milk cake from dine like kings has been their favourite since childhood and every so often varyis has an incredible craving for it, the dessert being one of the few guilty pleasures they miss from their old life.

since they were young varyis had their own horse ; a symbol of status and wealth, the chestnut brown mare grew as varyis did, the two forging a strong bond as varyis spent a lot of their formative years in the stables learning to ride. leaving panya behind was one of the hardest decisions they ever made — it was too risky, the horse well-associated with varyis and too recognisable — and to this day varyis still feels guilty for abandoning her.

being a zhuk meant that varyis wanted for little growing up, able to follow their every whim when it came to new hobbies or skills they wanted to learn. art — to their parent's chagrin — wasn't their strong suit, but they learned that their artistry lay within dance instead. this study of movement lay the foundation for their work as an assassin, an awareness of space and the lightness of feet heavily contributing to their ability to stay hidden.

varyis is a fan of high vantage points ( think hawkeye ), feeling most comfortable in spaces where they can observe from above, usually unnoticed. their agility and core / upper body strength means that — much like inej — they can disappear and reappear in seconds, often surprising members of the party by jumping down from high places without warning ( their favourite past-time is catching maksim off guard ).

they have two siblings : an older brother, ilya — the family's pride and joy — and a younger brother dima. being a middle child meant that varyis was often overlooked by their parents, more so as they grew into their gender identity and rebelled against the expectations of womanhood. this made it easier to traverse life of the elite unnoticed and unbothered, attention focused on ilya's ever-growing popularity and dima's transition from boy to man.

ilya — older by 4 years — was the person in their family varyis was closest to growing up. he shouldered the responsibility of eldest child while also giving varyis the attention they didn't get from their parents ; he never treated them as fragile despite them being the only zhuk daughter, play fighting when they were younger turning into teaching actual fighting behind their parent's back after varyis is forbidden to learn because it's "not fitting for their station". their heart broke the first time when ilya joined the king's army. their heart broke a second when ilya returned from azov with a wild glee in his eyes varyis had never seen before, the celebration afterwards at how many grisha lives were taken being the final push varyis needed to leave for good.

they're 13 when they meet nika. an inferni encased in a prison of paper, a former advisor for king kirill left to rot in the royal library in case the new king had any use for him. the irony wasn't lost on varyis, and the two struck up a conversation every time they snuck out from parties or gatherings or meetings their parents had to attend and found themselves within the towering shelves. their conversations over the years were always secretive and varyis never mentioned nika to anyone, just left the library with a new collection of books and words that would help them form their own opinion of grisha outside of their family's warped view. nika is who varyis turns to, distraught, after the events of azov ; he's who places that final seed of leaving, and shows varyis an old servant tunnel he's forced to use to keep himself out of sight of the elite while in the castle — it doesn't lead outside but it would allow varyis to avoid the grand hall where post-azov celebrations are taking place.

nika is later framed for varyis' disappearance, blamed as an act of revenge for azov. it was no secret that varyis favoured the library, their parents unaware that it was cared for by a grisha. the last known sighting of varyis had been heading in the library's direction and nothing afterwards, which only meant one thing in their eyes. nika's execution is a public affair, one varyis forces themselves to watch from a nearby rooftop if only to solidify their reasoning for leaving. the guilt haunts them to this day.

nika's nickname for varyis was 'little bird' because of the bird's milk cake that they smuggled in to share with nika after he had mentioned it was his birthday a few days before. the name stuck, even when varyis was older.

PLOT POINTS:

obviously the biggest plot point that would be super interesting to delve into would be varyis' family name coming to light and how that would impact their dynamics with the team. would they all think differently of them? would there be some like igor that may turn violent? would they be outcast? there are so many facets to this reveal i could go on for days.

whether this is before or after the group finds out about varyis' past, i'd like them to have to use their knowledge of the elite in some way on a mission — for example at a ball where they need to blend in and varyis is exceptionally good at knowing the right dances, or they need a distraction in starosva and varyis can use their charm / familiarity of the area to keep their mark occupied in conversation. if this is before the reveal it could be a 👀 moment, a reason to question how varyis can blend in so well.

this is another big one : varyis having to face their family, or even use them as a way to get into the palace. nika's execution due to the belief that he had a hand in varyis' disappearance means that the zhuk family are under the assumption they're dead — especially as there's been no word of them being used by grisha as a political prisoner ( which could be an idea in the future for the group — a bargaining tool, perhaps, which varyis agrees to ). the thought that varyis is a traitor won't have crossed their mind ( too blinded by their own hatred of grisha ), so a scenario where they either see varyis in action and it's undeniable who they are now ( i can see them coming face-to-face with ilya when he's on duty and having to make a split second decision between killing or mercy ), or varyis being welcomed back into the fold and having that internal battle that — even though this is for the greater good and will help the group — them pretending to have been caught by grisha will only make things worse. i am very open to going wherever the plot needs to with this one, i have many many thoughts.

CHARACTER EXPANSION:

to preface this, i don't see varyis being a big talker unless they're around people they're comfortable with. they're not shy, rather taking in information and only speaking up when they feel they have something to add. i've gone with two different scenarios so you can see this in action : the first is a question from a stranger, the second is from a grisha on the team, probably either maksim, katya or sasha.

How far would you go for your crew?

the bar is crowded, question almost swallowed up by the din of many raised voices fighting to be heard over the rest. they're sat in a corner, back to the wall, hands cupped around a regrettably empty goblet that maksim had disappeared to re-fill ; varyis had noticed the man lingering on the edge of their conversation but had paid him no mind as the talk was harmless. that was until he sat himself down in maksim's empty seat, sudden proximity enough to make varyis immediately on edge.

❛ how far ? ❜ their voice is perfected nonchalance but there's a low note if you know them well enough, a warning in the smile that doesn't quite reach their eyes, ❛ as far as i have to. ❜ the goblet spins between index finger and thumb before stilling, varyis leaning forward in their seat to close some of the distance between the two, ❛ why, how far do you think i need to go ? ❜

What would you do if you got your hands on the circlet?

there's a silence between the pair that's comforting, dependable in the same way as the stars that decorate the night sky above. varyis is lost in thought when the question breaks their concentration, words almost feeling raw, lined with an edge they can't quite place.

they shift, breaking the shared touch of shoulders to look their friend in the eyes, expression falling from relaxed to serious, ❛ well — i'd run first, that seems like the most sensible option. ❜ a touch of humour delivered with a fleeting smile, an attempt at lightening the mood, ❛ then i'd find you. or mikhail. or someone more qualified to take care of it. ❜ there's a beat of silence while varyis wrestles with a sudden wave of vulnerability, their tone laced with more intensity than before when they continue, ❛ i'd give my life if it meant keeping it out of the hands of the king. ❜

PARA SAMPLE:

the celebrations run into their fifth hour and show no sign of abating. many guests are drunk, both on the alcohol freely provided and the fevered excitement that warps familiar faces — faces varyis has grown up with — into bloodthirsty caricatures. they had hardened their heart against the vitriol whispered between table-mates at state dinners, at the casual comments slipped into conversation by ilya's dryga friends. but this was overt. this was agonising and sickening all at once, fingers clutched so tightly around their cup of wine that they turn white ; there was no denying the poison that had seeped into their society, no denying that the longer they stayed the harder it would be to hold up their mask. this wasn't their home. perhaps it never had been.

slipping from the grand hall is easy. they nod in a couple's direction, keep their head down until they reach the library doors and push through ; the smell of the books hits them, comforting and bittersweet, and they can barely shut the door before letting out a sob, hands immediately clasping over their mouth to smother any further sound. tears blur their vision as they run for the nearest bookshelf, heading three rows deep into the library before collapsing onto the floor, body shaking as a flood of emotions washes through them as if controlled by a tidemaker's hands.

{ little bird ? } the voice comes from their elbow, softened syllables that only make them cry harder ; nika opens his arms on instinct and varyis buries themself within his embrace, taking deep, shuddering breaths to try and wrestle back some control. ❛ i'm sorry, ❜ the words are raw, rough at the edges as varyis finally pulls back and meets nika's eyes, the warmth they see there almost sending them back into the depths of despair, ❛ it's evil. they're evil. ❜

nika is quiet, observing as varyis wipes furiously at their eyes, letting them speak heavy words into the shared silence of the library, ❛ i can't stay here. how can i look any of them in the face after this ? i need to leave. ❜ realisation dawns then and repeated words are quieter but laced with the fire of resolution, ❛ i need to leave. ❜

a hand is extended then, and varyis thinks they see a tinge of sadness in nika's gaze as he speaks, { i can help you get out if that's what you want, but you have to be prepared for the consequences }. they nod, take nika's hand, and are pulled to their feet, following the inferni towards a small door nestled within the far side of the library, barely big enough for nika to fit through without stooping. { this passage will take you to the entrance hall. you'll be able to avoid most of the partygoers but i can't help you past the guards, that'll be up to you. are you sure you want to do this ? } varyis' throat is tight as they nod once more ; their very bones feel like they're shaking but they know deep in their soul this is the right thing to do. they couldn't stay. not anymore.

❛ come with me. ❜ it's a plea, a frantic grasp of something steady, even as nika shakes his head. tears begin to fall anew, and varyis bites their lip, the weight of understanding that they'd be alone settling on their shoulders, { i can't go with you. we would be caught before we left the castle. but you ? you can go anywhere you set your mind to. } varyis' smile is a small, fleeting thing as they lean in for another hug, squeezing as tight as they can for a last moment of peace before they let go. nika's last words follow them down the corridor as they leave the warmth of the library behind, setting out for paths unknown, { fly free, little bird. don't let them cage you anymore. }

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