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icallhimjoey · 6 months

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massage enthusiast nonnie here!

i requested a massage fic earlier this year which you wrote wonderfully! may we please have a massage fic where the reader is the masseuse?

back at it again with the massages !!!! so, i coupled this with two other requests: one about joe being grumpy and us fixing it, and one about joe being gooey drunk in love with us - hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 2.1K

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Touch

The huffs and puffs, groans and frustrated sighs coming from the sofa were dramatic enough to make you chuckle to yourself as you took off your make-up in the bathroom.

The sounds of struggle followed by two soft thuds told you Joe had worked his way out of his shoes.

A silence followed. You pried mascara goop from the inner corner of your eyes with careful fingers when you suddenly heard a soft and annoyed, "I'm getting so old," before a louder, "Babe, come listen to this!"

Joe was in a mood.

Had been since dinner. He'd eaten too much too quickly, as had you, and fell into postprandial somnolence, or, you know, a fat after-dinner dip.

Amusement was evident on your face when you stepped into the living room, turning lights off and closing doors behind you as you went.

"This is mad," Joe muttered, and you saw him hunched in a weird position, very slowly moving his elbow up and down, in and out. His eyes found you, face all serious, and he said, "I can hear my bones creak."

You burst into laughter as you walked over, quite honestly excited for an hour or two of sofa time before you'd both roll into bed. Joe was wearing a jumper and, man, this guy in cosy soft fabrics hit different.

"I'm not joking, come, listen,"

You let yourself fall down right next to him and stilled so Joe could show you.

He kept moving his arm in the same way, and, sure enough, you heard very soft squeaking. Sounded a little like someone was polishing glass.

"Does that hurt?"

"No," Joe shrugged, finally moving, grabbing the TV remote and immediately cosying up to you as you reached for a blanket.

"Come here,"

"Oh babe, don't," you flinched whilst settling, startling Joe who was already crabby enough to take everything as a direct personal attack.

His facial expression was nothing short of a shocked frown. Defensive. Cross. A what-have-I-done-now mixed with I-didn't-do-anything sort of look. Angry at even the mere hint of an accusation of hurting you.

"My food baby."

No pressure on the stomach, is what you meant.

Joe huffed, annoyed his arm couldn't go where he wanted it to rest. He tried different spots; laid over your lap – no, around your shoulders – no. He settled for across your boobs, big palm covering one of them.

"Yea?" you questioned, looking down at yourself, unable to keep the smile from your face. "That comfortable for you?"

"No," he muttered, clearling lying, as you felt him sinking into your side more. "But these need safe-keeping, wait– take off your bra, this is an important job. Needs proper doing."

To say Joe helped you struggle out of your bra would be an overstatement. He used a tired arm behind you as you sat up, but didn't really do anything until you pulled your bra from underneath your top.

Before you relaxed back into the sofa, a hand snuck under your top and got back into its previous position.

"How are you so tired?" you commented on the back of a laugh. "You barely did anything at all today..."

You saw Joe's eyes flash up to check the clock before he groaned loudly. It was only just past 9.

"I'm getting old," he complained. "It's no fun. I can no longer have big carb-y meals, my bones make noise now. I don't– mmhm," you shut Joe up by slinking a hand into his hair, giving little scratches behind his ear.

Joe was easy that way. Like a puppy, immediately content when getting scritches.

"What are we watching?" you asked, shifting focus.

You got no answer. Just satisfied hums.

"Hmm?" you asked again, now taking the remote Joe was about to drop to take matters into your own hands.

Joe sighed deeply, murmured, "Mmmh, my eyes are closed, you choose,"

Perfect. You found something quick enough and were quick to also put your other hand to good use. To touch. If anything was going to get Joe out of his solemn mood, it was to touch and to be touched.

"Don't fall asleep on me," you whispered, and only got soft hums in return. "It's only just gone 9, you'll wake up at 4 and won't be able to get back to sleep,"

"But I'm tired," Joe muttered, his full body now sagged into your side, warm hand still cupping a boob. "I told you I am old now. This is what old people do."

"You're 29."

"Exactly."

Joe shifted, getting more comfortable, pressing his face into your arm and nuzzling there before a deep breath crooned on the exhale.

You stayed like that for a little while. Joe on a fast track into dreamland, you with one hand in his hair and the other softly playing with the cable knit on the bit of arm that wasn't hidden underneath your top.

After a bit, his hair distracted you enough to stop paying attention to whatever you'd put on the TV.

You let Joe's hair play between your fingers, felt how it was softer near his scalp, where it held less product, and enjoyed the way the curls sprung back into their curves after you straightened them in your raking.

"Your hair's too short," you knew Joe would barely hear you. "Should let the top grow out again," you used the pads of your fingers to swipe the hair from his forehead and softly pushed it back. Because of the current length, his hair stood up straight and you tried repressing a giggle at how silly it looked.

"Hmmpf," Joe grunted, moved his head slightly. A feeble attempt at stopping you. It was of no use. You kept playing, shaping little strands in whichever way you wanted.

You felt how Joe's fingers twitched under your top. Squeezed you. Made you giggle more and bend to press a kiss into his hair.

You felt it returned on your arm.

You watched TV and absentmindedly played with Joe's hair until you felt yourself starting to drift off as well.

Time for bed.

You moved to sit up and it made Joe slump down the back of the sofa behind you.

"Come on," you had to clear your throat to get the words out normally. "Let's go to bed."

You got struggling groans and a furrowed brow as an answer. You would've said something about it, but usually, this was what you were like. You fell asleep on Joe all the time. He got tasked with getting you from the sofa into bed several times a week, and that was never easy. Real piece of work, you were.

Joe was allowed to act like a stroppy teenager this one time.

You got up and took both his hands in yours to pull him off the sofa. It made Joe find his feet, eyes squinty but open, but he didn't move otherwise. You were tugging on dead weight, he did nothing to help, so you pulled harder, two relaxed hands in your squeezing ones, until you heard a soft pop.

"Ohhh," Joe immediately reacted, sitting up properly now, pain visible on his face.

"My God, was that your shoulder?"

It was. Joe reached for it with his other hand and rotated where it hurt.

"See, I told you. My age it catching up to me."

"Shut up," you smiled, watching Joe yawn and stretch, hearing his spine crack next, and you both laughed as you heard it.

"I'm falling apart."

"Well, come to bed. Fall apart in there, you'll have a soft landing."

You turned the TV off and were already on your way. Joe followed suit, hips stiff, muttering about maybe having to start going to a physiotherapist or a sports masseur. Like he was a pro athlete.

So dramatic.

Before getting into bed, Joe did some old man stretches by his side of the bed just after he took his clothes off, just in his boxers now.

He complained some more. Groaned and huffed and winced until you sighed and said, "You're all mumbles and murmurs, ask what you want like a normal person. You're an adult."

"Mmmbackrub," Joe said under his breath as he let himself fall onto the bed face first right next to you.

"What was that?"

"Want a backrub," Joe said it in such a whiny baby voice, it made you roll your eyes as you saw him tuck his chin in and look up at you, half his face hidden by the pillow.

"Pwease?"

The purest definition of puppy eyes begged you to touch him.

"You," you started, voice loud and as thunderous as you could make it sound whilst you threw the covers back. "Best recognise..." you slung a leg over Joe's bum, "...that you have the most amazing girlfriend..." and you sat down, "...ever!".

You rubbed your hands together in an attempt to heat them up a bit, knowing it wouldn't do enough. They'd still feel cold to Joe's back, but he asked for a backrub and so, he was going to get one.

You were tired, had nearly fallen asleep yourself just mere minutes ago, but you knew Joe'd be out cold within seconds.

Now, it was one thing running your hands through his hair and hearing him hum. It was a whole other thing to run your palms over his back, fingers curled, nails scratching warm soft skin, and to feel him shudder from your touch.

You loved how responsive he was, muscles twitching as you went, voice audible through every exhale in gentle satisfied purrs and buzzes.

There were no knots to be found. Nothing felt hard or strained or tensed or stiff. Solid and firm, yes, but soft, kneadable and pliable under your touch.

You rubbed between his shoulder blades, one hand following the other, stroking upwards several times until you let fingers venture upwards towards his neck before they parted and found both his biceps.

Sometimes you let fingernails scrape a little and got soft moans out of him.

You let your hands follow the lines of his torso, from his wider shoulders down his sides to his slimmer waist and hips. All the way down and then back up again.

It was hardly an actual massage. More just stroking hands, able to apply more pressure when your arms were closer to you because then you could lean into them more. His lower back got the fists that pushed, this upper back soft fingertips that tickled and made him shiver, skin breaking out into goosebumps.

After a while Joe moved his arms down and found your legs to hold onto by his sides, folded his hands over the crease between your thighs and calves, fingers fighting to sneak inbetween.

"Best girl–" Joe cut himself off with a moan that got stuck in his throat, your hands making magic happen, having it dance all across his back. "Most amazing girlfriend."

"Hmmhm," you agreed.

It took maybe five minutes of touching warm skin and letting fingers trail for you to suspect Joe'd fallen asleep.

Good.

You really were an amazing girlfriend. Lulled your mopey boyfriend right to sleep whilst sat on his ass. He was already practically half asleep before you'd even started, but that was easy to ignore.

You were about to climb off and roll onto your half of the bed when you felt Joe's hands tighten where they had a hold on you still.

"Lay down," Joe said, barely even a whisper, the least amount of effort put into shaping the words.

"Huh?"

"On top,"

You looked down at the back of his head, face squished into his pillow and hated how, even now in this state, he was able to make everything inside your chest swell until it hurt.

Grinning like an idiot, you reached behind you to find the covers to pull over your shoulders. The delay in doing what Joe asked of you got you a little impatient wiggle from his hips that made you huff a laugh as you lowered yourself down and draped yourself over him.

You shifted and shimmied until you were comfortable, sneaking an arm around, finding warmth in the gap below his neck.

Joe was warm, unwound, and full of sleep. Wanted your weight on top of him to fully drift off.

If being moody and irritable and grouchy ended with Joe wanting to just every inch of you all over every inch of him, he could be crabby and bad-tempered and tetchy with your full permission.

All you had to do was touch.

Your touch always fixed it.

the end

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dogsayswoof · 11 months

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Hounds From Hell Chapter 5

Summary: Vulnerability. That's it. That's the whole post.

Word Count: 2.2k Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Hounds from Hell Masterlist)

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You and Wednesday now sit in an awkward position since the altercation at the Rave'n. Her confession of having no feelings for Tyler had calmed your anger but your anxiety heightened at the thought of her having no feelings for anyone, including you.

Sure, she had told you that you weren't a convenience, but that didn't mean anything. It was how she viewed all her friends.

Meanwhile, Wednesday was on the hunt to know more about what happened before the dance but you changed the subject every time she got close to mentioning it. You didn't want to talk about it. You kept that part of you hidden for a reason.

As much as she wanted to pry, she didn't. Her normal bashful and shameless tongue holding back for the sake of your privacy, straying from her natural behaviour.

A week before the championship game, you had a big chemistry test and Wednesday ensured that you were properly prepared to ace it.

She sat patiently waiting for you to enter the classroom, but you never did.

Then you didn't appear at lunch.

And, again missing in English.

She began to get annoyed, her mind unable to focus on the notes at hand when she was plagued by where you could have run off to.

So, she took it upon herself to march into Weems' office requesting your location.

"I'm afraid I cannot share other student's personal information with you" she said politely, a small smirk present on her face.

"I'm sure you could tell me where I could find her." Wednesday said furthering her irritated state.

"Unfortunately all I can tell you is to stop wasting your time, she is not on campus."

"What? Why?" she asked needing the information more now than ever.

"Family emergency. Now get out of my office." Weems said growing tired of Wednesday's never ending questions.

She and Thing exited the office. He signed to her,

"I know you're worried, I'm sure everything is fine. We'll find her tomorrow." Wednesday tried comforting the hand.

She quickly found your friends who had laid out a blanket on the grass and were lying talking about nonsense. She threw her bag down and sat down crossing her legs.

"Pouting cause your girlfriend isn't here?" asked Ajax throwing a grape at the goth girl in jest.

"She's not my girlfriend and I'm not pouting." she huffed.

"Um yes. Yes you are." Bianca said, Divina and Yoko nodded in agreement.

"George and Benton weren't in class either" said Xavier as he laid looking at the clouds.

Wednesday's heart sank, realizing that this was bigger than taking a spontaneous trip to see your family. Thing must of pieced it together too because he signed frantically.

Her brain was working overtime trying to have some sort of idea what was going on. You had hunted just a few days ago before the Rave'n and it wasn't going to be a full moon tonight.

"Any idea where they went?" asked Ajax and Xavier shrugged.

"Weems said it was a family emergency" Wednesday said and Thing pretended to faint, "don't be so dramatic, I'm sure everything is okay," but Wednesday seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

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That night Wednesday could barely focus on her writing. She did her best to distract herself but she needed to know where you went, especially with Benton and George.

Enid had gone to god knows where and she had hoped to capitalize, but you complicated things as usual.

Her keys clacked rapidly until it would stop abruptly. Then the sound of the typewriter resetting and the whoosh of a new piece of paper being drawn.

This went on repeat for multiple hours until she heard a crashing sound from her window.

Thing scrambled over to take a look and he signed frantically to Wednesday.

In an instant she was up from her desk and out the little door to the balcony.

There you were on your hands and knees with next to no clothes on, covered in blood that she could only assume wasn't yours, breathing desperately as if you couldn't.

You were having a panic attack maybe?

Your eyes were glowing red, your canines were fully extended, and you hadn't looked up from the bricks you were at the mercy to, gasping for air.

Wednesday took small steps towards you, her hand gently touching your shoulder.

You looked up at her in fear.

She bent down and cupped your cheek.

Your breathing began to calm and your eyes began to dim as you recognized the familiar girl.

She took advantage of this, pulling you gently to your feet and inside her room.

She brought you to the bathroom, still not a word exchanged between you.

Turning on the water, she ushered you into the small shower.

You fell to your knees, boxers and a sport bra still on as the water fell.

Your eyes looked broken, refusing to look her in the eyes, and as the blood began to run away from your skin turning the water red.

She saw the damage that was hidden before.

A dark purple bruise stained your cheek. Faint hand marks remained around your neck. Your body littered in small cuts and other bruises.

Her heart ached at your pain. A feat that may of brought her joy in any other scenario.

She was not used to feeling this. The feeling of gentleness and wanting to care for somebody else. She was not used to love of this sort.

"Look at me" she said softly and you did without hesitation. Your eyes still a faint red and they would stay that way until death ran its course through your system.

"Come with me" she continued,

You stood up, turning the water off. She handed you a black towel and you dried your body the best you could without wincing. You refused to show her anymore of your pain. You were not her burden.

As you exited her bathroom, you saw one of your hoodies and a pair of your sweatpants folded neatly on her dresser.

"Where did you get those?" you asked, your voice raspy.

"I had Thing get them" she said as if it was common knowledge.

You grabbed them, your movements slow. Wednesday turned around as you did the same. Stripping from the wet garments and pulling on your sweatpants, you hesitated putting on the hoodie.

"Turn around" you whispered and she did.

That's when she noticed the mark freshly burned into your back. In the hope that it wasn't too much, she stepped closer to you and reached out. Her fingers featherlight as she brushed the mark.

Your back muscles flexed and you flinched.

She retracted her hand and you pulled the hoodie on turning around to face her. She could see you were on the edge of breaking down and in a moment of rare weakness, she reached for your hand pulling you to her bed.

You sat down and she stood in front of you. She was so close and it was intoxicating for you. Your eyes met hers and you could see her fondness for you.

"Show me what happened." she said gently and you nodded.

She pressed a hand to your chest and she was taken over by the vision. Your hands wrapping around her to keep her from falling back.

Benton, George, and you were driving to the mansion. You owed Hades a hunt. It was simple. You've hunted for years, one extra hunt this year would have been fine.

You entered the mansion. So far so good. Your father was the only other person there. He looked mad. Annoyed. Use any synonym in the book. It wasn't unusual for him to convey this emotion. He was usually only happy during the ceremonious hunts. Not the impromptu ones for a "dumb highschool dance."

"You better deliver." he growled before taking his drink and his anger somewhere else.

As you stood awaiting Hades arrival, a demon arrived instead. He held a tray containing a piece of paper. You picked it up and read it, passing it to George and Benton.

It contained nothing but an address and a number. You understood what was being asked of you.

"Let's go" you said gruffly,

Exiting the building the three of you shifted. An auburn wolf, a black wolf, and a white wolf sprinting through the woods towards their target.

You weren't prepared for what it was when you got there.

As the three of you laid in the shadows you took in the sight before you. There was a bonfire, with tens of kids running around. There was a small building nearby and you could hear the laughter.

"An orphanage?" the black wolf said towards you,

You didn't say a word, continuing to observe the scene before you.

"Hades demanded it" you said almost defeated, "You know the punishment Benton"

The three of you leapt from the shadows, like something out of a nightmare.

It was pure carnage and destruction. Life after life taken. Adults, kids, babies. Each kill taking a shred of your humanity.

The three of you slaughtered each and every last orphan there, ripping apart their bodies for the sake of a master. How sick.

When the last one was dead you stood there your fur wet with blood, the shadows of their deaths sought for you as if you were magnetic.

The white wolf, Wednesday could only assume was George, began herding the souls his white fur stained red at the paws and his mouth.

A portal opened and he made sure he rounded each and every last one of them up.

Benton's wolf was ripping apart the corpses, their blood seeping into the ground illuminating slightly as the underworld took it gratefully.

And you walked around consuming the black particles of their death.

Wednesday felt herself be pulled further in time.

This time you were standing before the mansion still in wolf form. Your father and Hades stood at the top of the entranceway. They walked out slowly and Hades snapped causing another demon this time with a branding iron.

"You three have made me so proud, proving your loyalty time after time." he said walking until he stood before you all, "For that, I believe you have earned this."

He snapped again and the demon handed him the iron. He walked to Benton, branding the back of his shoulder. Then to George, repeating the same action. Then to you.

All three of you had let out painful yelps and you could hear George's small whines.

Hades looked down at your wolf form and rubbed the top of your head.

"You're a good hound. All of you are."

He headed back inside the house but your father stayed. The three of you shifted back, on your knees in the dirt.

"Go inside boys. I need to talk to my daughter." he said puffing a cloud of smoke from his cigar.

They listened going to their rooms to find their clothes. Your father flicked his cigar before coming before you and punching you hard.

"Your brothers didn't yelp like a little bitch when they were given Hades mark" he growled

You said nothing and continued to stay on your knees.

"It's a mark of praise, you stupid girl" he said hitting you again, then again, and again, before grabbing you by the neck.

"You ever embarrass our family like that again, I will kill you." he said his eyes glowing red.

You did nothing but give a nod, as best as you could with his hands around your neck.

He threw you to the ground and went inside grumbling to himself.

Wednesday shot back to reality, seeing that you were holding her carefully waiting for her reaction. She took a few steps back and you felt pain sink into your chest, your arms falling to your side.

She hated you and what you had done. Your 'friendship' with Wednesday was surely over.

Then she threw herself into your body. Her arms wrapped around your neck pulling you close to her and your tears fell.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her equally as close. Your head rested on her chest and you could hear her heartbeat, grounding yourself as best as you could.

"I'm so sorry" she murmured into the top of your head.

You squeezed your eyes tighter and buried yourself further.

She held you for what felt like hours, but was really just a few minutes.

When she felt you pull away and look up at her. She loosened her grip, her hands coming around to rest half on your neck, half on your jaw.

"I should probably head to my dorm" you said and glanced at her clock,

1:34 am. Shit.

"Stay" she whispered and you looked back up at her onyx eyes.

"Okay" you whispered back.

She leaned in and kissed you with the tenderness you had never expected she would have the capacity for.

Her lips were warm and soft. Pleasant against yours as you kissed her back.

Your hand embraced her welcomingly and she traced your jaw with her fingers.

She climbed up and straddled you lap, allowing a certain vulnerability between the two of you.

The kiss never escalated to anything more, it was pure and you knew this was her way of telling you that you'd be okay. And that she had feelings for you.

She would never be this unguarded with anyone else but you made her feel okay to be that way. You had a key to her locked black heart.

You pulled away watching her eyes flutter open, her lips kiss swollen and chapped. And by god, she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

You pressed another delicate kiss to her lips, watching her eyes flutter close and open again reacting to your touch.

"Come to bed" you said quietly and she did nothing to object.

She got off your lap and you scooted back, lying down.

As you laid next to each other, you made sure to give her space. She appreciated that, as she would rather not be suffocated in her sleep. Though as you began to close your eyes to succumb to sleep, she reached out finding your hand and intertwining your fingers.

All you could do was smile.

#wednesday addams x reader #addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday

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probablyhuntersmom · 5 months

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Restless, Desperate Hunter: A (Sort of) Repeat of Eclipse Lake

I wrote this to add to my headcanon that Hunter would, over time, desperately try to distract from his grief when everyone first starts rebuilding The Boiling Isles. This would be happening again and again till he's too tired - and too confronted by others - to continue doing it.

We can take a closer look at Luz's behaviour in Reaching Out for a bunch of clues:

Luz's phone alarm kept reminding her that she had to pick flowers for her dad's grave. As the phone alarm sounded again and again throughout the episode, she became more desperate to focus on other people's problems in order to push her own problems aside and out of mind.

She crossed over the boundaries of other people, not getting their consent first and jumping straight to helping them:

Eda confronts her about it:

And the string of events led to her lying to Amity towards the final part of the episode.

Look at how relieved Luz is when Amity even says "...I have a problem, and it could distract us all day". Luz would want nothing more than a dragged out, lasting distraction:

The biggest signs and indications show up in the second half of the episode, when we hear her inner voice here:

and here:

Which is an ultra therapy-related thing. When someone is unable to sit alone with unpleasant thoughts and emotions, they'll need a therapist and/or loved ones to accompany them and do that. If they don't, they may turn to any distraction - overwork, blaming others, violence, alcoholism and substance use, working out at the gym, and many more - to block it out via cycles of addiction.

Hunter placing all of his focus on physical sensations and external stimuli instead of inner emotions and sensations - patrolling and watching out for threats below - is a small-scale example of such distractions:

Some people go for years or decades of such blocking out, because it becomes their comfort zone. The pain of loss can be so great that absolutely anything can be used to be a Band-Aid or salve to make one (temporarily) forget that a huge gaping wound is there.

We have seen that this boi's main focus is:

being useful. But it's gonna cause tension in his relationships if he places more importance on that than anything else. The #1 family rule based on how Belos raised him was to be of use, or else be cast out. His healing journey was basically about switching to a new, far less extreme rule. The new main rule would probably be something like needing to trust that he will always find his place in a loving family and community.

(Read here for an explanation about the concept of "family rules" in counselling psychology)

For a very long time, it was normalized for him to enforce the will of Belos:

And some old habits from his Golden Guard days would die hard. But after Belos's death, enforcement and fear need to be in the past, and instead make way for true connection and love.

Irritability would be something he wrestles with too, in the many months after he loses Flapjack.

The Abomaton's alarm definitely reminded Luz here of her phone alarm. When you see Luz being genuinely angry, you know that something's up :O

Seen this before? I think so:

So, I'm pretty sure the poor bean's going to be confronted with a bunch of questions and comments like "What is up with you today?"/"You've been acting weird"/"There's something you're not telling us" from close friends and family.

And...he's gonna have a short fuse at times...as he gets more in touch with anger, not just sadness. I have a feeling that the Hexsquad's palismen might be the main trigger for such anger, since that arguably links the most directly to Flapjack's demise. But other triggers like reminders of the Emperor's Coven, would be lurking all over the place T_T Such episodes of Hunter's frustration and outbursts may happen during lessons with Dell, in the Hexside classrooms, Camila's house, Darius's house, investigating places ravaged by Belos's regime, etc.

But once he has processed more of the pain, increment by increment, he'd take a look at it. Perhaps it would take a number of visits to help human realm animals at Camila's clinic, maybe even side projects such as woodworking and more sewing to build and craft inanimate objects (basically healthy exposure therapy, while he tries to work on actual palismen).

It would become less difficult to give honest answers when people ask him what's wrong: instead of him worrying too much about inconveniencing them, worrying about the consequences of revealing what's really going on, or desperately scrambling to keep his pain at bay

and...

..he would eventually make plans with his found family to put up Flapjack's headstone. Something tells me that he built and crafted it with his own hands. By then, his heart was ready to do so.

#loz writes a meta #toh analysis #toh hunter #luz noceda #the owl house

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summertimemusician · 7 months

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Linktober Day 6

Mask(s)

Soft and sweet with just a hint of melancholic because 1.I'm tired and probably need a nap father than coffee, 2.I actually managed to make a pretty good mocha and the Anchorage LOZ animatic came onto my playlist before writing this and it kind of influenced my mood, and 3. I'm saving the usual Majora's Mask flare of angst for another prompt because I was having way too much fun dissecting the tragedy of the Hero of Time before sleep deprivation snatched the idea away which is usually my sign to pass the heck out and save the second option for when I have more energy lol.

For the Warriors fans, also Warriors is a disaster of an older sibling but we adore and appreciate him for it in this household, as always can be implied romantic or platonic between him and reader.

You were all but pinned down to the ground, brought down more effectively and unable to find the strength to get up.

Well, not literally, there were no enemies nearby, the chaos at camp had long since died down and there wasn’t anything much to do now that night had fallen, the heavens deigning to put all of it’s glittering jewels on display.

Were it any other day you’d probably focus more on appreciating it in full, the fire was crackling merrily, you were safe and had a full stomach and even with the ever present threat of the Shadow possibly deciding to ambush you all while most of your guards were down, you had your boys with you and the crisp autumn petrichor was a balm on your soul, weary from the journey.

Maybe it would be fine to rest for a little while.

And then the small figure clinging to you flinched, burrowing closer and holding onto your tunic like a lifeline. And awareness came to you like a smack over the head with a log, your fingers gently carding through blond locks as you hum gently. Weighting options and just how quietly you could move without bothering the precious Sprite at your side.

You had guessed Time had been a sweet kid, and you still wanted to lodge a formal complaint with the gods for writing such cruel fate for him because the man couldn’t catch a break and you’re not the only one to take it personally. But he was killing you here, this is how you die, with an adorable but oh so heartbreakingly sad little boy having fallen asleep leaning against you after telling you all sorts of stories about his extensive mask collection.

(You don’t know wether you want to cry, scream or laugh, Mask was so, so young. It breaks your heart, just a little.

Really, the deities of Hyrule must adore tragedies. Bastards.)

Sighing, you decide to compromise, gently keeping the Kokiri boy right where he is, fast asleep and with barely any nightmares as you hum and card your fingers through the spun gold strands, you brush your fingers through the last masks he fell asleep mid through telling the story of how he’d acquired. If you were careful surely you’d be able to reach his pack on his side so he wouldn’t worry later.

A pair of brown boots invade your vision, Warriors crouches down. You think you spot a flash of surprise on his eyes as he spots Mask napping on you, and then fond amusement of a big brother you knew he directed often towards Wind, tone low, “Well would you look at that, out like a light. It’s a rare honor for him to trust anyone like this.”

You chuckle a bit, shaking your head, “I can tell, he’s a good kid. I’ve barely met him for a day and I’d already take on an army for him.”

“Welcome to my world.”, comes Warriors dry response, though you both knew he was a hundred percent serious, his own mask quickly falling away as he gently picked up the Deku Sprout Mask to put it back in the small sprite’s pouch, hiding it’s confused, fearful sadness from your gaze (and it’s an effort, not to twitch, as your rage towards Majora gained even more kindling to burn) as the soldier handled it with the due solemnity of being one of the few Mask would allow to even touch the masks without his immediate supervision, “... I never thought I’d see him again, as...”

“I know.” Your tone was quiet, as you carefully picked your choice of words.

If there’s one thing you knew about any Link, is that they’re all really good elder brother’s and that they are too hard on themselves. Warriors specially, Mask and Wind were his everything, there wouldn’t be words that could describe how gutted he was, after confirming his suspicions with you, regretting not saying anything against Mask joining the battle field back then, loathing himself for not convincing him or Lana into letting him stay in spite of his bad feeling that as soon as the young hero of time passed through that portal he was unlikely to ever meet him again.

... You settle for something simple, instead, reaching a hand to softly pat his head, taking care not to mess his hair too much, “You did good, Wars, it’s not your fault. Mask also knows you did your best.”

He still, sighing, the mask falling away as he guides your hand to his lips, quietly thankful (really, like big brother like little brother, your wonderful, silly, caring boys. You make a point to cheerfully bat away the butterflies in your stomach, ), “... Feels hard to believe that, some times. Thank you.”

You hum, after putting the Zora mask away, Warriors takes Mask’s other side, pulls you closer and breathes.

(Just in case, he lies to himself.)

You quietly listen to his stories about his little brother, and Warriors is content.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe warriors x reader #will I ever post the original story I was gonna use for this prompt?#who knows certainly not my sleep deprived self lol #more implied than romantic if you ask me but frankly that's about what I expected when Warriors decided to show up on this prompt #man is the most charming of the Chain but you can't tell me he would know where to begin with any sort of romantic feelings #so lots of unspoken understanding happens here instead so it's up to interpretation lol #Reader: I've had Mask for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I'd murder everyone in Hyrule and then myself.#Warriors. Approving: I know this. And I love you (feeling unspecified).#The Rest of the Chain: And we support you #Is Warriors wanting to be close in reference to the Kohga prompt?#Does he just want Mask and Reader close because he is smart enough to infer what happens to him #Does he just want them there because like all Links he has several abandonment issues?#Who knows! I just know that he is rife with trauma tokens so you all can spin the wheel and decide #Mask is probably Warriors biggest regret and I am going to shake people about it if not stopped #You can't tell me that he wouldn't have wanted to take him in once he learned he was an orphan traveling all alone with his pony in the WoA #All Links are big sibling coded just on different wavelengths #The WoA was just Wars accidentally picking up several feral strays while a war happened in the back #ex Mask Wind Tetra Skull Kid and Linkle #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes

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topherwrites · 5 months

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pls pls elaborate singing in the shower & spy au im so curious!! <3

"Singing in the Shower" is the tentative title for a shower sex jake fic with too much plot added in.

here's a snippet from the rough draft under the cut, 18+ only:

His voice takes on a familiar tone, the same one from flight school when he’d be picking apart why a maneuver didn’t work, or more specifically why someone else had failed at it. Like your inability to orgasm tonight is just an engineering problem. A little math, a little grease, and he can fix this. “What isn't working?” “Well, every time I get close I remember whose dick is in me.” He rolls his eyes, his voice taking on a bored tone, “We’ve established that you do not hate me enough for that." You stay silent, refusing to admit that you do not, in fact, hate him enough to deny yourself an orgasm. He hasn't done anything genuinely hackles-raising in some time, having toned down at least twenty percent of his dickishness, so there's less active resentment being worked out while you're fucking. It's easy and fun being with him. Oh god, you like seeing his texts light up your phone. You enjoy his purposively bad sexts, that you're sure he only sends so you'll come over and fuck him to get him to stop. You come to the horrifying, jarring conclusion that he may very well be your friend, sort of. Fuck. Biting your lip, you amend, “Fine, maybe it's not that.” “I gathered.” He nudges you, “I can tell something’s going on up there, wanna fill me in?” “No.” You admit with a little sigh, “I don't know.” “Well, I'm tired, so we’re just going to sit here.” “Sorry, my pussy is broken today.” Your phrasing draws a little stomach-tensing laugh out of him, eyes creasing as he looks at you. His perfectly calloused palms slide up and down your thighs. His lips are curved into a soft little smile. “It’s fine.” “You can just…” your eyes focus on a water droplet on his collarbone, eyebrows jumping in allusion, unable to really say it, “if you want to.” He catches the implication; he can just get off and be done with it if he wants. Annoyance twists his features, his brow furrowing, though it doesn't feel wholly directed at you. “Jesus, I can feel myself getting soft,” he scoffs, “You're not a fleshlight.” And you actually can feel him start to lose his erection under you.

The spy au I'm currently working on came about mostly cause I saw Greg Tarzan Davis in the newest Mission Impossible and simply couldn't help myself. I also love spy stuff, I've always been intrigued by media that had spies in it since I was a kid. I grew up watching the Bond movies and shows like Nikita, Covert Affairs, Burn Notice, and Chuck. Most of which have a decidedly more pg or pg-13 tone than my au.

I'm planning on it being a few different interconnected series (maybe?).

All of their call signs and the nicknames for the reader are codenames in this.

So, an agent who was previously presumed dead, Spectre, she and Jake, aka Hangman, were partners and after her death he was never really the same. He's been on desk duty for the past two years.

Bob, an analyst on the team, was asked by Jake to put an indefinite facial recognition alert for her. So it kicks off with him getting a hit for her in London. The Operations Manager, Mav, brings Bradley onto the case, ordering him not to tell Jake about the revelation until they know more, and sending him to London to track Spectre down.

There in London, to play nice with a foreign government and give the impression that they respect jurisdiction, he's teamed up with an MI5 agent, Rook.

Shit spirals from there.

here's a snippet:

A last wet little gurgle leaves his throat as he goes still, his eyes left staring toward nothing. His head hangs back limply, red clinging to the corners of his slack mouth, the viscera of his throat exposed. Blood rhythmically drips to the floor. The pool grows beneath him. This sort of thing used to shake you, now you just follow a well-run routine, not necessarily numb, but devoid of the emotions doing something as grotesque as this should provoke. Violence should stir, you know this, you used to be stirred by it. The first time you killed someone it was sloppy and panicked, you cried afterward. Mav sealed it with the stamp of self-defense, a good kill, but it didn't rid you of the lingering feeling of being damned. Maybe, the last vestiges of growing up catholic. You used to be a mourner, silently giving them their last rights, knowing the weight of every life. A witness to people’s final drawn breaths. Now, you're a butcher. You don't leave the blood for long, scrubbing your hands in the sink before it settles and dries in the cracks.

#wip game #tag game #answered anon #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #queue

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livsspecialinterests · 6 months

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don't really know what I'm writing or why but it's 0350am and I'm sitting in bed unable to get back to sleep having a weird slight panic

idk whether I'm feeling a bit of a writing slump because I know that the dead should stay dead still has quite a way to go and some part of me worries that by the time I've gotten at the very least to the next big plot point a lot of people may very well have lost interest in the fandom

like I know it's silly because there's probably always going to be some sort of fandom around BJTM but this little community means so much to me and has meant so much to me during a really difficult and life altering time, I mean for gods sake I started writing fics to try to figure out my own meltdowns

plus at this point I really have no other strong interests, idk maybe I'll get super into Doctor Who again with the specials and the new series starting but I've really gone hard on the One Interest

I really love the last few chapters of the dead should stay dead but it's felt a bit different writing them. maybe it's because I feel a little guilty spending whole days on chapters when I've got so much that I need to do for work (I know it sounds sad but there's exams, portfolio etc), plus I'd really like to give writing original fiction another go

there's also that gnawing fear that the fandom is going to like... vanish, which again is probably not true in its entirety but once the tour ends I can see some people falling off or finding another thing

also people leaving or drifting away from the fandom is a completely okay thing to do I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad if that's what they want to do

it's also not to say that people are obliged to engage with or comment on my fics or hell even read them, of course no one *has to* do anything in fandom it's a bunch of people just having fun

I know I should just write for my own fun and enrichment but external validation is nice, okay? plus these past few weeks the external validation and thinking 'no, I want to write this for the people who are reading the fic and want to know what happens next' have been big motivators

my main motivator used to be this absolutely unstoppable creative drive and love for the show and it's characters (which is still there, I'm unfortunately going to love this silly show until the day I die I think) but this past week I've found that I'd rather study for my work exams than spend time writing a few paragraphs

if I cool it off a little with the frequency of chapter updates it'll probably be a net good for me, I really need to buckle down and get these exams passed, I need to start actually engaging in planning my career because I think in my head I've been thinking I might get a book published one day and as a result I've been sort of half neglecting the actual really decent career I've got

but also my mental health is so much better, I've mostly healed from a lot of my late diagnosed autistic trauma, plus work is actually quite good right now?

maybe more of my writing for BJTM fics was motivated by being mentally ill than I originally thought, and maybe I don't *need* to write fics anymore but I want to and I want to still love writing fics as much as I did back when I was having that difficult time, where it was a huge personal comfort to be able to write Beej having a hard time in very specific ways and have other people comfort him

I have said to my husband that I'll probably cool it with the fics once I've finished the dead should stay dead and am going to focus my creative energy on something original to see where that goes but there's still so much to go on the dead should stay dead..

that silly little fic has become like my baby, I want to write it all, flesh out the characters before the next Big Thing happens, I want to do my ideas justice but I also want to make sure there are people still in the fandom to read it once I get to that point

again I'm super tired it's the middle of the night and I'm rambling, I don't want to imply that anyone reading this should carry on reading something they don't enjoy, and I don't even think the number of people reading the fic has even gone down, I've just woken up this morning full of dread for the fandom changing because, fandom and interests wise, BJTM is kind of all I've got right now.

I didn't really belong to a fandom for years after BBC Sherlock ended and I realised while watching the 4th series that it wasn't that good there was just a very passionate fan base and that's what I likes (I know, I know), BJTM was the first thing I got really into for ages and the first thing I got really into while figuring out what it was that I got *really into* stuff (autism)

obviously no one has to stick around in a fandom for the benefit of a silly autistic fanfic author whos terrified of change, and please, please don't think that's what I'm implying or what I want

ughh idk what I'm even writing, I should probably just reach out more to people but doing that is scary without the buffer of a fic

I should also probably invest more time in doing stuff irl but I know that no hobby gives me the joy that writing gives me, like when I'm really vibing with something there really are few better things for me than being safe at home and writing

also maybe I should try to get into some other stuff but I don't really want to but equally I know the BJTM fandom isn't going to last forever I just.... 🙃

the silly musical and the silly community that has sprung up around it and making art and writing fics for it has saved me in so many ways I'm just scaaarrreedddd (and also tired and typing this at 4am so I might be being dramatic for nothing, plus I know I struggle with assuming any fleeting emotion is going to last forever, maybe I'll feel different in a weeks time idk)

anyway I'm going to try to get a little bit more sleep because I've got to be up for work at 6 for my actual grownup job that I should probably pay more attention to

(this is also totally not some way to subtly say I'm not going to finish the dead should stay dead BTW, I love that fic and I'm proud of what it is and what I've got planned for it, so to the people who are still reading please don't worry 💜)

#beetlejuice #personal #I'm genuinely not trying to be passive aggressive at anyone or whining to make people interact with me #Like really genuinely people need to do what they want and what makes them happy #I'm just scared of falling out of the fandom #and Im equally scared of sticking around and being the only one left because I was too stubborn to find other interests #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical

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bogusfilth · 5 months

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going up to stay with my parents again (for christmas), which is the 3rd time i've been in the month since I stopped working. last time i went it totally annihilated all the sleep regulation and momentum i had managed to achieve and I've been sleeping 12-14 hours and totally through the day since then. was in bed for 20 hours yesterday after staying up all night the night before. obviously this makes it nearly impossible to live any sort of normal life. I can't imagine a job I'd be happy doing at the moment and I have enough of a financial buffer that I can probably comfortably make it through january anyway, especially if i keep not leaving the house for anything other than minimal groceries and maximal drinking. feels like all the things that were opportunities last year have just kind of trailed off and now I don't know what I'm doing at all. if I do decide to go back to school next year there's still nine months of living in a city I'd then be aware I was going to leave. but I'm basically still struggling with the same isolation here anyway. whatever future I have feels like it's going to have nothing to do with where I am right now. making lifestyle changes and sticking with them for my own benefit seems impossible and i don't have the energy or focus to pursue any of the things I actually care about. christmas is fine because i like my parents but thinking about new years makes me feel sick. it's something i'd normally see as to be spent with friends and all of mine will be out of town so I can't graft myself on to their endeavors, and I'll probably just end up going to some random party and depressing myself. obviously I don't have to do anything and could just go to bed but the fomo has its grip on me. I feel like life would be so much more tolerable - even good or excellent - if i just had 4 or 5 friends who i saw regularly, i.e. 3-5 times a week, together or individually. frustrated, upset, and tired of dealing with having feelings for someone who i've cut a lot of slack and given a lot of time and space for not actually being able to follow through on the kind of conversations they first raised the necessity of and then have been unable to have.

#sorry for the long and frankly clinical personal post but you know it's my blog i'll cry if i want to

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starminerva · 1 year

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first tumblr post!!

I finally broke down and did it. I made a tumblr.

I don't expect anyone to find or read this, at least not for now. I guess I'm posting as a sort of digital diary, because whenever I want to journal it is either too late or would take too long to complete. Of course, now that I have an actual account to blog from, I've forgotten everything that I wanted to say...

Today is either the (late) night of Tuesday, May 9th, or (early) morning of Wednesday, May 10th. I am awake and ashamed of being up at this time, although it is currently loads earlier than when I fell asleep the last few days. Please excuse typos and ramblingI Perhaps it would help if I wrote a list of everything that I want to write about:

Ill Babi (bubbe/grandmother)

How long-covid has affected my life, especially as a young person

Jewish identity

Probably my interests lol (linguistics! music! performing!)

I got sick with covid for the first time since the pandemic started eight months ago, in September 2022. Then came the long-covid--the brain fog and mind bending fatigue. I was able to maintain my level of work with only a few minor roadbumps until December, despite being unable to focus most of the time. I became even more tired, having had no time to recover from everything. At the same time, my Babi's health truly began deteriorating, meaning that she was in and out of the hospital practically every other week. This whole era was obviously pretty stressful.

Life continued in January similarly as before. Not great, but I had hope for a new start with the new year and that I would heal with just a little time off. I wish. February everything turned to shit and started a spiral that I still seem to be on. February was when I started feeling the chronic-fatigue and intense insomnia symptoms of my long-covid. I quite literally remember the night a flip switched and everything went to hell; I had particularly bad insomnia, and the next day I felt started feeling a small bit of fatigue, plus a little tiredness that combined, caused me to take a sick day. I returned to life the next day, a Wednesday, but again felt fatigued, rather than just the usual tiredness when I got home that night. Once I lay down in bed, I couldn't get up. There was at once an elephantine weight pressing down on me and a lack of fuel in my bones.

TL;DR, both my and my babi's health continued in a downward spiral, I got really depressed, everyone in my family got increasingly stressed out, I became isolated from my friends, and started hating life sometimes.

I consider myself an optimistic person--someone who can find the good in anything. This becomes increasingly hard when, as well as the ability to get up or walk for more than a few minutes at once or focus enough to text with friends or focus on work to do, one lacks the ability to feel emotion. I have been lucky in that my intense days (e.g. no appetite, intense nothingness) have not persisted, but shit still fucking sucks.

I'll hopefully continue this tomorrow, as there is still more that I want to record.

bye-bye

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Hi, this is Chantal again. I'm not sure if you got my first ask, I still have it saved if you need me to resend it, but if you got it already, this is just an update on how things are going (tw for alcohol, chronic health issues, and death).

So my situation has gotten way more difficult lately and it's all connected to family issues. I mentioned in my first ask that I had a relative near death, it was my uncle (husband of the aunt who copes by drinking). He passed away (making it the second death I've had in my family in only 3 months). And once again I had to go through an extremely emotionally draining and disturbing funeral.

Now my aunt moved in with us. She brought alcohol into the house and she's constantly making references to drinking, including making a joke where she said alcohol is the "over-the-counter version" of an anti-anxiety medication. And now my mom is set to have surgery later this month. She's been in a very bad mood lately because she and my aunt get into a lot of disagreements. If I'm getting along with my aunt while my mom is mad at my aunt, my mom takes it as us supposedly teaming up against her. But if I get my aunt upset while my mom is on good terms with her, then my aunt complains to my mom about me, and my mom gets angry at me for not being nicer to her (even if it's just something like me responding in a less cheerful way than usual thanks to being tired, stressed, or in pain).

Basically everything from the first ask is still the same (my schedule is even worse now with my aunt living with us since I feel like it's really disrupted things, I'm getting frequent pain episodes, experiencing physical flare-ups from the intense amounts of emotional/mental distress I'm going through, and still don't have a doctor). I'm still feeling a huge amount of guilt over how I let my mental health negatively impact my physical health. And it just feels like I'm constantly overwhelmed and don't know how to handle anything since no one around me copes in healthy ways either and I feel extremely alone and hopeless. I am sort of back to work but I'm constantly feeling distracted, less productive than usual, underconfident in my abilities, and I'm always panicked about messing up. I feel like this can't last forever but at the same time it really does feel like it's one awful thing after the next and I can just never get a break. And I don't know how I should deal with things because I just feel like a mess beyond hope and shit keeps happening.

Hi Chantal,

I'm so sorry to hear that things have gotten worse since you last wrote in. I'm so sorry for your most recent loss. It's understandable that the funeral was draining for you.

It sounds like the relationships between you, your mom, and your aunt are becoming complicated as well, and they seem to be unable to recognize that you tend to have a more neutral stance whereas they either see you as for or against them, which only creates more conflict between each other.

Please know that there's no need to feel guilty for your mental health impacting your physical health because sometimes you can't necessarily prevent that from happening. I think it may be helpful to focus less on how your mental health is impacting your physical health and more on what's impacting your mental health to create that chain effect, identifying a root cause (or several, because there are many things).

I think in times like this it can be hard to remain hopeful that the future will be calmer for you. If possible, you may want to look into some mindfulness exercises as well as some self care practices to at least temporarily help relieve the stress of everything that's been going on for you.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #chantal #tw death #tw substance abuse #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

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libertineprophet · 2 years

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I went away to work on my writing, learn to drive, and get my life sorted but instead I've done nothing but lay around like a sad sack of shit feeling sorry for myself, slip deeper and deeper into depression and make my mum worry about me. It's so fucking frustrating to know all the steps I need to take to fix my shit but just be so bone tired all the time, unable to focus or motivate myself because I don't see the point in anything, that I just find myself frozen in a state of nothingness. My antidepressants aren't working and I feel like I can't talk to anyone about how I feel because I'm so self conscious and embarrassed because I have nothing happening in my life that would be making me feel this way and everyone has their own problems and no one can help and I just want to fix myself but I can't. Can't afford therapy because I got made redundant and I can't get the free sessions because I've already had a mental healthcare plan this year, can't afford an adhd assessment. Doctors don't have any advice for my energy other than take your iron supplements which ive been taking for a year and they aren't helping. Just feel like I'll never accomplish anything and any time I think about my future my brain fills up with static and I just want to bash my head against a wall.

#probably a good thing im so fucking tired all the time i dont have the energy to end it all #personal #anyway just needed to vent

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xiaophilia · 2 years

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WAITTTT WHAT WOULD HAPOEN IF THE IMPOSTER IN THE VILLUAN AU! GOT EXPOSED BECAUSE PEOPLE FOUND REAL GOD!DARLING AND PRICKED BOTH OF THEIR FINGERS AND THEN THEY SAW WHO WAS REAL AND WHO WAS NOT

[Btw I love your writing]

❝Fooled❞

I'm glad you're enjoying my works! ^^ also really for the late reply I needed to use my brain for this aaaand I had some health issues (+ writers block) in the process of working on this so I couldn't focus so really sorry for that lol. Also made a scenario under the cut.

✎...Includes: Zhongli, Ei, Venti, Thoma and other characters that are only mentioned.

❬Information: mentions of getting cut, very little bleeding, uh beheading? Slight cult and yandere themes,❭

Intro! Honestly it be a miracle if that happened? Because considering how unhinged some characters are squints eyes at Childe—they'd probably kill you on spot if they ever lay their eyes on you. Their head isn't screwed properly for that kind of process. They see the impostor, they kill the impostor. Easy as that! But— if something like that does happen— let's just say the impostor is reaaaaallyyy screwed.

Also about the pricking your fingers kinda thing—I'd like to propose another idea where instead of needle pricking ( I'm assuming that's what u meant) The reader instead gets a cut by a sharp object — a sword, or a polearm perhaps? — that was pointed at them when they got captured by the Archons and the others.

The characters who helped you too get captured— (Kaeya, Dainsleif, the twins, Albedo, Itto, Xiao and Kazuha and Thoma). Pinned against the ground by the Anemo archon's strong winds— any attempts at escaping were futile— no matter how strong they were—they can't defeat an angered God.

More under the cut!

Inside Tenshukaku, just outside the shogun's residence and in front of the statue is you. Surrounded by weapons of all sorts and people of all kinds. Unable to do anything as you kneel head held down low.

The uncomfortable feeling of being watched by hundreds of people makes you shift, the tight ropes around your wrists and ankles doesn't help either.

There were hundreds if not thousands of people watching you—coming from different nations all gathering in one place just to witness the death of the person who dared to impersonate their God. And speaking of which.

You can see them. Standing proudly next to the electro Archon.

From the shape of their face to the color of their eyes. They looked exactly, exactly like you. The resemblance between the both of you was uncanny. The only difference was that smile, that disgusting smile they're wearing. It was as if they were taunting you.

And you hated it. And you hated the fact that despite having the literal world's favor- you still couldn't do anything. Captured like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. It was absolutely pathetic. Were you really a god?

Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Who knows.

You were tired. So tired of having to participate in this game of catch. Maybe you should just let them win already— it's getting tiresome. And with your situation, it's seems that they've already won.

You know you should fight back— You've come so far! You have armies of monsters ready to die for you. You could get revenge. You could make them feel the pain you felt. But alas, it sounds too much of a chore to do such thing. After all what happened—you just want to rest and maybe death is the only way you can do that.

Yes, you still want to live but with this situation in hand... How can you do that?

"Any last words?" You hear an almost too familiar voice say. It was non other than Zhongli of course. He was his God's most devoted devotee after all. Ironic how he had to get rid of you, in your honor.

"Did you not hear me?" He asks but you say nothing only looking at him before shifting your gaze to shoot your friends a smile. You refuse to waste your voice talking to lowlifes someone like him.

"I guess not, very well then. Prepare for a wordless death."

Just as he raises his pole arm (funny how it was the same pole arm you remember grinding for) ready to strike you down, a loud shout of someone was heard taking everyone's attention— yours included.

It came from one of your friends.

And in a blind panic thinking that they have been hurt you quickly turn your head, forgetting about the weapons that were surrounding you. The sudden action of course caused a few weapons to graze both your cheek and neck, cutting them in the process. The cuts weren't deep but they were still enough to draw out blood.

You didn't even notice it, clearly more concerned about your friends well being— but they surely did. Well, how could they not? That shining golden liquid was something worth capturing everyone's attention. It was something that only one person possessed. Their God. But that doesn't make sense? How could someone like you—a fake possess such attribute that not even Archons have?

Everyone had the same thought. Well.. Not a thought. But a question, one they were scared to be answered.

Were you truly a fake?

Ah.... At this point should they even question it? That blood is more than enough to prove who you truly were. You were their God! You were their precious deity—and the person they were worshipping was actually a fake.

Disgusting. How disgusting.

To think they had placed an impostor on a pedestal—worshipping them day and night while they harmed, starved and goodness almost killed their God?

They were fooled. And it made them mad. Really, really mad.

"Fools. Untie them!" You could hear Zhongli's voice shout, right after, you could feel the knots around your wrists and ankles loosen before disappearing completely.

Well, looks like you're gonna live after all.

You stood up, your lower half was too sore making it hard to keep balance. Just as you were about to stumble backwards you felt a pair of well built arms wrap their arms around you. It was Thoma.

"Are you alright, your grace?" He asks, eyes scanning frantically around your figure. You could also make out the others surrounding you as well. Looks like the Anemo Archon has finally freed them. You smile. Good thing they weren't harmed.

"I'm fine"

Shifting your gaze from them, your eyes land on the Geo Archon. Despite being in an inappropriate situation to feel it, you were a bit embarrassed. Was he staring at you the whole time? You inhale.

"What's this? Finally came to your senses Morax?" You taunt, voice loud, eyes glaring at the former Archon. Embarrassment disappearing all together.

He says nothing, only kneeling, his head held down low. It was a funny scene. Was this really the proud man earlier who asked for your last words?

The rest followed his actions, all kneeling, well except Ei, who marched in front dragging the now disheveled fake. Hands gripping the back of their shirt, harshly throwing them in front of you before kneeling alongside Zhongli. You also noticed Venti had placed himself right beside the Geo Archon, of course he too was kneeling.

You sigh, looking at the trembling fake, you would've felt pity for them. But considering all that had happened before hand, you didn't. You two were both placed in this world taking two different roles. If they had helped you, you would've helped them too.

With a heavy sigh, you look back at the people.

"What are you doing? You said you didn't want anyone copying me didn't you?" The sudden question made them slightly flinch, it was something they didn't expect but it didn't take long for them to nod.

"Then, why are you still letting this......thing live hm?" You ask, feigning disgust, your eyes trailing back at the half dead now kneeling fake.

With your words the three Archons stood up summoning their weapons and in an instant the impostor's head was no longer there.

Their now headless body slumped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Blood. Red blood was everywhere.

The sickening shade of red was far from the gold you had bled before.

It was truly an ugly sight. It made you feel guilty and you hated it.

You know you shouldn't be feeling like that. You weren't even the one who did it! They did. It was your so called worshippers who did it.

But why does it feel like it was you? Why does it feel like you were no different from them? From the people who had hurt you?

It was such a bothersome feeling. But it was too late for regrets. As masters of such heartless creatures, you need to be heartless too.

I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind? Like I can do a new version of it if you'd like? It'll take more time tho— also not really sure how this turned out? The ending might be a little rushed?

Also a little fact. The 'shout of someone' was actually supposed to be 'growl of something' since I wanted to add a part where rifthounds would come to the Reader's rescue but got cut out. Also how to title stuff.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Politics and Violence- Part 7

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: After arriving at the hospital with Elliot, her and Faye catch up on what actually happened. Both boys undergo extensive medical help, the reader having to wait hours and hours in the hospital waiting room to get any sort of information on her boys.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, medical talk, mentions of death and injury.

A/n: This is the last regular chapter! The next one that I'm posting later is the epilogue so get your tissues ready.

My feet carry me across the tile floor, my hands shaking at my side as Elliot tugs me through the waiting room. My eyes can barely focus on anything around me, the beeping noises and the yelling catching me off guard as my ears tune into everything around me. I’m completely overwhelmed and overstimulated, letting Elliot guide me so I don’t have to focus on anything else but my worry and dread. The nurses and fellow people in the waiting room all turn to me as I let out a strangled sob, tears streaming down my face as Elliot stops us, turning me to him. He reaches up gently, cupping my cheeks for a moment as I gasp for air. His dark eyes swim with sadness as he gazes sweetly at me, his chest rising in a deep breath. I just cling to him, trying my best to ground myself. I have to get to Ash and Fez.

“You gotta take a deep breath for a second.” Elliot whispers, my hands clutching the front of his shirt as I take a stuttered deep breath in. I know that he’s right, I need to get a grip before I’m forced to see Faye and my brothers.

The lack of information was getting to me, unable to form a coherent thought about the current situation without knowing what was actually going on and if they were actually okay.

“I found Faye.” He mumbles, his gaze shifting past me as I turn my head, Faye’s eyes meeting mine as I break down. She’s out of her seat in a moment as she runs to me, my body turning in time to wrap my arms around her. She louds out a loud sob as I cry with her, our body’s trembling as Elliot sighs sadly.

“They said they were going to come out in an hour and update me, that was like an hour ago. I told them you were coming.” She sniffles, pulling back as her hands rest on my hips. Her eyes are red and glossy from her tears, my eyes fluttering down to see blood coating the front of her ripped shirt. Before I can ask, she explains. “They blew out the windows and then manhandled me to the fucking groud- I’m okay.” She whispers, waving me off and my eyes look down at her wrists that have deep blue bruises from the handcuffs. I just let out a small sigh at the sight, my eyes flickering up to her as a tear slips down my cheek. “Come on.” She guides Elliot and I over to the chairs behind us, my weight falling into the seat. Bile rises in my throat as I look to Elliot, his eyes are sad and face tired as he reaches over to take my hand tightly in his. “Custer’s dead.” Faye whispers, her face sullen and eyes sunken in as she stares ahead, the words sounding foregin to my ears still. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t relieved because I knew that this all started because of him. My family wouldn’t be in pieces if someone would’ve just put him down sooner. Apparently that broken nose that Ash left him with, left him with the need for revenge.

“So, Ash was awake?” I ask again, Faye nodding slowly as I take a deep breath, the thought of Ash alive and well comforting me to my core. I know that anything could change in the matter of seconds, Ash suddenly being ripped away from me. I feel much more guilty about Fez’s situation, not wanting anything to happen to him out of pure guilt that I’m feeling over our fight. I know that I would never forgive myself if something happened to him without talking to him first about our fight. I needed him to know that I loved him and that, even though he was a pain in my ass, he was still my brother. I would never, ever, allow anything like this to get in between us ever again.

“You’re gonna get to see them. I don’t care who I have to fucking threaten.” Elliot grits under his breath, his lips pressing against my temple as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. His protective stance, his broad shoulders and can-do attitude comfort me, making me happy to have him here with me to bare any of my anxiety and weight. “I need to get to Ash first.” I whisper, my knee bouncing anxiously as Faye sniffles, her hands covering her face as she rests her elbows on her knees. Her back rumbles with sobs as I tuck myself into Elliot’s side, my ears pressing against his chest to listen to his beating heart.

It seemed like more than an hour passed by since Elliot and I arrived, the sun rising through the glass to our right as I yawn. No one had come out to update us but I figured that no news was good news and that meant that they were both still alive. I was mostly worried about Ash, knowing the trouble that he got himself into tonight could mean really bad news for him. I knew that Fez would be okay, being tougher and stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. If what Faye was saying is right, that Ash killed Custer but the police were believing it was self defense that that would be okay. But what about the cop that he shot? Was that police officer dead, was he injured, would he press charges? I worried that he would end up in juvie, even worse, be tried as an adult and end up with a full on sentence.

“Is there anyone here for Ash and Fezco?” My head flies up at the mention of my brothers, immediately barrelling towards the nurse who stands in the middle of the double doors. Her face softens at the sight of my upset, trembling frame, my hands reaching up to brush my tears from my face to try to resemble a put together person. Faye and Elliot follow closely behind me, Faye just as eager to find out more about our boys. “Hi, how are you related?” She asks calmly, her eyes flickering over to Faye with recognition.

“I’m their sister. These two are practically family.” I explain briefly, her eyes flickering between the two people behind me before waving us on.

“So, Fezco came in with a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He had a perforated bowel so he is still in surgery because he was at a high infection rate with his specific wound.” My feet struggle to keep up with her as she turns down the hall, pushing open another set of double doors. “The police did give permission for him to have visitors once he’s out so I will let you know when he’s out of surgery.” She sends me a small smile over her shoulder as I nod, Faye’s hand slipping into mine as Elliot’s rests on my lower back. “Ash on the other hand does have a police presence outside his room but he is doing better. But because of the police, only you as his sister will be allowed to go in.” She explains, stopping as she turns to us, motioning down the hall. My head turns to see two police officers firmly placed outside a door, my heart dropping to my stomach at the sight. “He didn’t need surgery, just minor sedation to debride the wound and stitch him up. He was shot in the shoulder but all major blood vessels were cleared and it was a pretty simple thing to fix. He’s just gonna be in a lot of pain.” She smiles sweetly at my relief, turning to Elliot and Faye before continuing. “I’m gonna ask you two to stay here and for you to follow me.” She reaches forward, her hand resting on my shoulder as she leads me down the hall. “I don’t know what happened but don’t let this scare you. Just go in there, comfort him, hold him and put everything aside for now. You have time to deal with everything else.” She reassures, her soft smile aiding some of my anxiety as I stop in front of the room. The two officers just send me sad smiles, obviously conveying their sympathy for my situation. The man to my right opens the door for me, my eyes immediately locking on a sleeping Ash, his shoulder bandaged with a sling, his other wrist handcuffed to the bed. Anger builds in my system at the sight, the image of him locked up making my head spin and nausea rise in my throat. The door shuts quietly behind me, my eyes raking over my younger brother as he sleeps soundly, the monitor next to him beeping loudly as the IV drips into his arm. I sit down next to his bed as gently as I can, my hand reaching out to brush my knuckles over his cheek.

His eyes flutter open quietly, his pupils narrowing as he tries to focus on me. He’s groggy, his heavy eyelids drooping a bit as he clears his throat. I can tell he’s struggling, his lips chapped and whole body tense. He looks around briefly, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion as his eyes flicker down to his wrist. The handcuffs rattle against the bed, a small shocked gasp leaving his lips as I reach forward to take his hand in mine.

“You’re safe.” I whisper, his scared eyes flickering over to me as I smile softly, tears slipping down my cheeks. I sniffle loudly, my bottom lip wobbling as I tilt my head at him. “They got you on the good stuff.” I giggle tearily, looking up at the bag of morphine dripping down into him. He just snorts quietly, his head tilting so he can look down at his shoulder.

“Oh my god-” He whispers in sudden realization, sitting up a bit with a groan. “What did I do?” He asks, his eyes wide as his chest heaves, all of a sudden awake and aware of everything that he did. “Fuck, Y/n, what did I do?!” His voice cracks, tears pooling in his eyes as I cry silently, moving to sit next to him on the bed.

“Look at me.” I whisper, grabbing his attention as he panics, his shoulders trembling as he cries. “I will not let them touch you.” I promise, reaching up to place my hand on his uninjured shoulder. He just shakes his head with a pout, his eyes locked on the cuffs around his wrist.

“I’m fucking locked up!” He wails, my heart breaking as I reach down to take his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I killed Custer.” His eyes flicker away from me, trying to remember the details clearer, his brows pulling together as he remembers, his eyes already beat red from crying.

“Ash, shut the fuck up for five seconds-”

“I shot Fez- oh my god.” He falls back onto the bed with a pained groan, his eyes flickering down to his shoulder as the pieces fall together in his mind, everything suddenly making sense. I just whimper, my head dropping forward as a huff leaves my lips. “Is he okay?” He questions in a pained whisper, his eyes fluttering closed as I hum in acknowledgement.

“I don’t know yet. Faye and Elliot are outside waiting. They said he’s still in surgery.” I reply simply, his whole frame relaxing as he sinks into the bed beneath him. “Ash you gotta stop getting in so much fucking trouble. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.” I laugh but I know that he can sense the sincerity in my voice, his head bobbing quietly. “We’re gonna get you a lawyer and we’re going to, uh, try to get you cleared- but you shot a fucking cop, kid.” I slap his thigh, not allowing him to get out of this without hearing my two senses. “Why don’t you fucking listen when Fez and I tell you what to do?” I ask, my brows pulling together as he rolls his eyes, his shoulders deflating.

“Like you listen to anythin’ Fez says.” He sighs,the tension breaking a bit and a small laugh leaves my lips at his point. “I was so fucking angry at him for getting into your mans personal life. I had no idea that he was doing that shitt.” He huffs, his head resting on the pillow behind him. “I’m happy Custer’s dead. Was done looking at his stupid face.” He whispers lowly, his dark eyes swimming with an unreadable emotion, watching me as I give him a scolding look.

“There’s two police officers outside your door right now and you’re handcuffed. Keep in mind this is because you shot a cop. Not the two people you murdered.” I remind him, his face dropping a bit as he nods obediently, his hands shaking in his lap. I reach out, my hand taking his once more as he blows out a breath of air, his eyes shining with tears again.

“I got fuckin’ spooked. I didn’t mean to shoot Fez and if it wasn’t a huge fucking shoot out, I wouldn’t have shot the cop.” He promises, his head shaking as his eyelashes flutter against his cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fucking scare you.” He whispers wholeheartedly, his head tilting as he looks down at me, his hand squeezing mine.

“I know.” I whisper, reaching forward to gently take him into my arms. He just sighs in relief as he rests his head on my shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut while my anxiety drifts away a bit, happy to know he’s safe and sound. “When we find out more about Fez, I’ll tell you, okay? I’m the only one who’s allowed back here cuz I’m family but just know that Faye’s outside that door right now, worrying her fucking ass off.” I chuckle, my hand cradling the back of his head as he sniffles through a laugh.

Time seemed to pass slowly as I made my way out into the waiting room after Ash decided he wanted to take another nap. Faye was immediately on me, asking how the boy was, her heart breaking at the thought of him being chained to the bed like he was some villain. I know that she loved my brothers in a similar way that I did, wanting to protect and care for them like a sister would. I would be lying if I said she wasn’t a good addition to the family but even in a stressful situation like this, she proved her worth.

She was family now.

Elliot presses a kiss to my cheek as I turn up to look at him, his soft gaze on me as he smiles.

“You’d be a good mom, ya know that?” He asks suddenly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as my cheeks warm, feeling his lips brush against my cheek. “How you are with Ash- how you take care of him, you’re perfect.” He whispers, a bashful smile on my lips as I tuck myself further into him, knowing his words were nothing but true. “You need anything? Water?” He questions gently, peeking past me to see Faye sleeping in the chair beside me. I just scooch up, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips as he hums quietly.

“Just you.” I whisper, my knees tucking up into my chest as I take a deep breath, waiting and waiting for someone to come out. It had been a while now, only getting one other update that he was out of surgery and settled in a post surgical room. “Thank you for being here- for staying.” He just laughs quietly at my words, his thumb rubbing circles into my side.

“I’ll always be here. Promise.” His lips press against the top of my head as I smile to myself, my eyes fluttering shut as I try my best to relax. I had more hope that Fez would be okay, just the knowledge that he survived surgery helped my anxious mind. I needed to talk to him, to hug him, to tell him that I love him and that I’m not angry at him. I would have to visit Ash again, avoiding the police officer's eyes as I sneak quietly into his room. He would be eager to know that Fez is okay and alive, even though it would’ve been Ash’s fault if something had happened. I didn’t want him to live with that and I didn’t want to have to live with the knowledge that both of my brothers would be fine if it weren’t for my grandmother involving us in this situation in the first place.

“For Fez?” I let out a deep sigh of relief, seeing the same nurse from earlier today who helped us with Ash. She grins when she sees me, waving me to follow her. I turn back to Elliot, my gaze flickering over to Faye as she snores under her breath.

“If she wakes up, tell her Fez is okay and that I’m with him.” I instruct, his head bobbing in a nod as I press a quick kiss to his lips. He just gently slaps my butt as I stand up, a relieved smile on my lips as I approach the nurse.

“He’s okay.” She whispers, rubbing my back as the doors close behind us. “He’s going to be in pain and have a really difficult time going to the bathroom for a few days but. He’ll be okay.” She reassures, my whole body relaxing at the comforting words. I’m beyond lucky, both of my brothers slightly mangled but neither of them dead. The worst thing that could possibly happen now, realistically, is Ash facing charges. But with the confidence and love that I’m feeling for my family right now, I know that we’ll figure it out. We’d have to.

Fez’s eyes widen at the sight of me in the doorway, the nurse shutting the metal door behind me as I send my brother a sad smile. “Hi big bro.” I whisper tearily, his head falling back against the pillow as he sighs sadly.

“I’m so fucking sorry-”

“Shut the fuck up.” I mumble, rushing up to him to wrap my arms around his neck as I grin, happy to know he’s still alive and semi-well. “Just shut up and let me hug you. I don’t give a shit about our fight. My main concern is you and Ash.” He nods silently at my words, his arms wrapping tentatively around my waist. “Ash is okay- handcuffed to the bed- but okay.” I explain, his shoulders tensing. “I already said we’d get a lawyer, that we would do everything to help him. But don’t worry, I already gave him the ‘you’re such an idiot’ speech.” Fez laughs tearily as he squeezes me tighter, his face pressing into my shoulder. “The nurse said you’re gonna have a hard time shitting so, that’s your payback for being a dickhead.” I giggle, pulling away from him as he smiles sheepishly, still embarrassed from our fight.

“Did you at least talk to Elliot?” He asks curiously, my head bobbing in a quiet nod. “And?”

“And we’re fine. We talked about it. Like adults- it’s okay, you’ll learn how to do that someday.” I snicker, patting his chest teasingly as he rolls his eyes, reaching out to tug me to his chest.

“Can you shut the fuck up and hug me?”

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xiaoingly · 3 years

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license and registration | modern au.

art credit: asagizuisen on twitter.

pairing: reader x childe x zhongli

summary: it was just to your luck to come across two police officers after a night of drinking. however, when your drunk state allowed you to be brutally honest about your lust, you get a once-in-a-lifetime uppertunity to spend the night in their vehicle.

warnings: threesome, dom!zhongli, very slight switch!childe, sub!reader, oral(receiving), a bit of zhongchi, choking, praise kink(and a bit degration), penetration, edging, overstimulation, zhongli and childe are literally fucking your brains out.

word count: 3715

A/N: this is my first work! i do hope everyone enjoys this tho <3 i did proof read, but there could be some mistakes so bare with me lol

You laughed as you drove yourself home, still thinking of the events that took place tonight. Of course that led to consequences like driving home in a very drunk state, but you weren't about to keep two horny couples company, so fastest route out of there it is. You were aware of your current state, and tried your utter best to focus on the road, but you had to admit how hard it was getting. With tired eyes, you drove past the dark road. But your eyes widened almost immediately as you spotted something a few miles away.

A police car.

Dozens of curses left your lips as you drove closer and closer, blaming your friend for bringing you in this state. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't even be at their house, or drinking. You knew you needed the break more than anything, but blaming someone seemed easier to you. You bit your lip, trying to think of ways to escape, but there weren't any side roads, and if you took a turn now, they would definitely notice. Maybe I could flirt my way out, you thought, but you shook your head. You knew better than to flirt with police officers.

Your drunk self seemed to disagree.

You gulped as you saw a hand lift up, motioning for you to stop. You did what was asked, trying not to sink in your seat as your eyes met one of the officers. His sharp glare made your stomach twist, wondering in how much trouble you must be in.

You rolled down your window, watching in the rear view mirror as another officer leaned against the car casually. He seemed different from the one you just saw, just as beautiful but with a touch of color. You thought it was his ginger hair that seemed to look almost too perfect on him. He wasn't glaring, but seemed to be hiding a smirk. You wondered why. But your thoughts were cut off when the dark haired officer made his way towards your car, his piercing eyes catching your attention almost immediately.

"Miss, are you aware of fast you were driving just now?"

Fuck. That's all your mind said. His voice was unlike anything you've ever heard, so deep to the point where you questioned your sanity around him. You knew that this was your drunk state talking, but something about his voice really made you feel a certain way.

"Miss?" The officer called out, and you broke out of your dirty thoughts, blinking twice as his eyes glared at you. "Not really." You managed to breathe out, your honesty almost causing you pain. You watched as the officer's eyes narrowed, leaning down to your window. You let out a shaky breath as he stared at you, your stomach twisting when his golden eyes took you in. "Miss, are you drunk?" You let out a chuckle at the officer's question, watching as he raised his eyebrow at you. "Is it that obvious? Thought my attraction for you might've covered it up." You slurred, almost cringing at the words that left your lips just now, but the other officer seemed to enjoy it, his joyful laugh catching your ears from all the way to their car. The black haired officer sighed, standing up straight. He glanced at the other officer leaning against their car, who seemed to take the hint.

He walked towards your car, biting the inside of your cheek as the elegance of his walk made your stomach twist. Something was wrong with you, and it was beginning to show. You tried to compose yourself when the ginger haired officer reached your car, leaning down with a smirk plastered on his face. "Trying to tame a beast, aren't we?" You blushed at his words, nodding your head. "He's hot." You exclaimed, the ginger haired officer chuckling at your words. The dark haired officer rolled his eyes, snapping at the ginger haired to focus. You heard his name, something like Childe? You found it strange, yet pretty in a way.

"I'm gonna need your license and registration, darling." His smooth voice rang through your ears, and you immediately grabbed your bag. You gave him what he needed, watching as the dark haired officer looked over Childe's shoulder to check your information as well. He gave you your essentials back after a few moments, and you wondered what they were gonna do with you. You were drunk, apparently racing, so you definitely had to expect something. "What are you guys gonna do to me?" You slurred again, realizing how flirty you sounded. Your eyes widened, watching as Childe's eyebrow raised. He smirked, leaning closer to you. "We were gonna let you off with a warning, but is there anything more that you need from us?" Childe returned the flirty tone, watching as you squirmed in your seat. You knew you couldn't deny it the wetness in between your legs, craving for two guys you just met. You were convinced you reached insanity at this point. You couldn't want this, and yet, you did.

"Yes.." Your voice sounded small as you spoke, looking up to the two incredibly hot police officers. Childe glanced at the dark haired officer, whose jaw was evidently clenched. "I'm not fucking a drunk." He spat, his arms crossed as he gave Childe a stern look. You groaned as his words sunk in, squeezing your thighs together to stop the sensation you felt between them. "I'm not drunk!" You exclaimed, growing desperate for a bit of friction. You knew you were starting to grow sober as the situation you were in caught up with you, but still, you found a voice in the back of your head almost dying to be fucked. "Please." You heard yourself beg, looking up to the two officers with pleading eyes. You knew what you were begging for, and that there was probably no turning back. But that didn't matter to you.

"Please what?" The dark haired officer pushed, his head raising a bit to take you in. You felt intimidated by his gaze, but you didn't let that stop you. "Please take me, both of you." You breathed out, staring at both of them to look for any sort of reaction. Childe seemed to be pleased, while the dark haired only clenched his jaw. You wondered whether that was a good or a bad thing.

But you soon got your answer as he hurriedly opened the door of your car, pulling you out of the car before slamming you against it, his lips on yours in a heartbeat. You gasped at the sudden movement, trying to recover but the dark haired man really wasn't letting you. His hands slid around your waist, his tongue clashing with yours in a delicious frenzy. You tried your best to keep up, but your body felt so electric under his touch to the point where you couldn't focus. You finally felt your hands move, going around his neck to pull him closer, running out of air but you honestly couldn't care. His lips were heavenly and that's all that mattered to you. Your eyes opened, locking them with the ginger haired man who stared at you in awe. It was then when you realized that you guys were literally on the side of a street. Panic settled in you, finally pulling away from your new found addiction.

You were out of air, your breathing ragged as you spoke; "W-We're in public."

Childe smirked. "No shit, darling. But I bet that excited you." You blushed, unable to deny that fact. You looked up to the man who's lips were on yours just a second ago. "What's your name?" You asked out of curiosity. "Zhongli." He answered curtly, leaning into your ear. "Remember it well." Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your car to theirs. It was understandable since theirs was way bigger.

Zhongli opened the door to the backseat, practically pushing you inside. He walked away, Childe climbing in after you. He had a smirk plastered on his lips, closing the door behind him before making his way towards you. His eyes seemed to be on your lips, causing a burst of confidence to surge through you, pushing yourself up to capture his lips. The taste was intoxicating, your mind going blank when his tongue collided with yours. The other door opened behind you, Zhongli's body catching yours almost immediately. A slam was heard, Zhongli pulling your body up to lean into his. His warmth caused a moan to escape your lips, Childe's lips trailing down your neck, his open mouthed kisses leaving you breathless.

Zhongli's hands trailed down your waist, pulling at your shirt. Childe pulled away to let Zhongli take it off, not wasting a second before clashing his lips with yours again. You felt light headed, the feeling of Childe's lips and Zhongli's hands feeling so damn heavenly. Zhongli pulled your bra off with ease, his hands immediately feeling your breasts in his hands. You moaned into Childe's mouth, pushing yourself into Zhongli's hands. He eagerly accepted your offer, his fingers teasingly trailing around your nipples, causing you to feel desperate. Childe's hands trailed down your stomach, smoothly undoing the buttons of your pants. He pushed them down impatiently along with your underwear, putting you on full display for him. "Wet already?" He exclaimed, his grin almost making you lose control. Your eyes closed when Childe's lips met one of your nipples, a small whine leaving your lips at the sensation. Zhongli massaged the other breast, your back slightly aching against his body when Childe's teeth bit down on your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, your mind blank, Childe and Zhongli being your only remedy at that moment.

You reached for Childe's uniform, eager to take it off. Childe seemed to be feeling the same way, letting you take his clothes off with a grin on his face. "So eager, aren't you?" He whispered, capturing your lips as you continued to take off his remaining clothes from head to waist. You had to keep yourself from gauging as you saw Childe's body, he wasn't too muscled but he definitely worked out, that you could tell. It was then when you felt Zhongli shift behind you, hearing fabric being thrown on the ground with a thud. You couldn't understand how they wore those uniforms all day, they looked so uncomfortable. You were glad they took those off.

You felt Childe's hand travel down your navel, your breathing growing ragged as Zhongli made soft love bites on your skin. Childe teased you, his fingers trailing up and down you thighs, making another whine leave your lips. "Please.." You heard yourself whisper, practically fucking the air at this point. You needed something, anything. The feeling was too much, they were too much. "Patience, darling. You'll get what you need." Childe's voice rang through your ears, placing soft kisses on your skin as Zhongli's love bites turned harsh, causing you to yelp. Childe's fingers itched closer to your clit, playing with the skin on your thighs. You found yourself begging again, your hands moving to grab Childe's hands. But Zhongli didn't seem to like this, instantly grabbing your hands roughly to hold them behind you. "Childe told you to have patience, you are going to listen, aren't you?"

You instantly nodded. "I will." You answered, Zhongli's hands turning your head to capture your lips. You eagerly kissed him back, your tongues meeting each other once again. The feeling felt addictive to you, your mind growing hazy as he sucked on your tongue, small moans leaving your lips at the feeling. "Such a good girl." Childe exclaimed, cooing at your obedience.

A gasp left your lips when Childe's fingers finally touched your clit, your juices making it easier for him to create a pattern. You moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Childe teased your entrance, slightly pushing his thumb in. You whined, Childe seeming pleased with your reactions. He pushed one finger in, another gasp leaving your lips. You looked at him, his mischievous smirk almost taking your breath away. He pushed another one in, his fingers beginning a pattern inside of you. You felt relieved, satisfied moans escaping your lips as Zhongli kissed down your neck, his hands finding your breasts once again. A familiar feeling started forming in your stomach, your moans getting louder when Childe's fingers started a faster pace. Your breathing was ragged, your hands finding their way around Zhongli's neck as Childe continued pleasuring you. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna come." You breathed out, a yelp escaping your lips when Childe added a third finger.

The feeling was overwhelming, your legs shaking, your head spinning from both of these men having their hands on you. You were thrown over the edge, aching your back against Zhongli's front as Childe's name left your lips in a loud moan. Your head was thrown back on Zhongli's shoulder, your breathing uneven as you came down from your high. You had to admit how amazing it felt. It seemed you were liking this a bit too much.

You were a mess, but Childe was enjoying it, a sickening smile on his face as he brought his finger over to your mouth. You eagerly sucked on his fingers, making sure to keep both Childe and Zhongli satisfied.

"Turn around." You heard Zhongli speak from behind you, immediately doing as he asked. Once again, you were met by another incredible body. You had ask yourself how you landed here, between two of the sexiest men you've seen in your life. You had to thank your drunk self when you woke up later.

Zhongli grabbed your chin, his lustful lips meeting yours. You felt high as Childe kissed the side of your neck, moaning into Zhongli's mouth when he pinched one of your nipples. You heard shifting behind you, more fabric being thrown to the ground. You didn't expect to feel anything yet, until Childe suddenly pressed himself against you. Your eyes widened unexpectedly .You didn't expect Childe to be this big, starting to wonder how big Zhongli must be then.

Your curiosity got the best of you, leaning down to take off Zhongli's remaining clothes. He let you, watching as you licked your lips. Zhongli's bulge was evident, and it made you excited.

You felt Childe's hands roam your body, slightly pushing you into his chest. You let him, sighing as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You felt high, feeling yourself drowning once again. Zhongli leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Your tongues clashed, gasping slightly when you felt Zhongli press himself against you. "Might be a little rough."

That was all you heard when Zhongli entered you, a little harsher than you expected. Your eyes widened, hands pressing against his shoulders as his length stretched your walls delicously. You whimpered, feeling yourself clench around his cock. Zhongli barely gave you time to get used to his size, immediately pushing his cock further in. You gasped, his sudden pace making you see stars. He seemed to be going in a faster pace than what you had in mind, but for some reason, it only made you more excited.

"Zhongli!" You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut when he fastened his pace. When you felt Childe's hands on your body, you reached behind you, grabbing another unfamiliar cock. Your hands moved up and down his shaft, your pace faltering the more Zhongli plunged into you.

Childe's hands traveled down your navel, your body flinching slightly when he pressed a finger against your clit. "That's right, darling. Take him, take him like the dirty girl you are." He whispered, his bites on your skin making you gasp. Your breathing was a mess as Zhongli continued his torture on your pussy, his hands gripping your waist as he started ramming inside you. Your legs were jelly at this point, thankful that Childe's body was keeping you from falling.

"Yes, yes, yes.." You heard yourself whine as Childe's fingers joined Zhongli's rough pace. You felt a familiar feeling building in your stomach, starting to get desperate for a release. You found yourself meeting Zhongli's thrusts, matching his aggresive pace as your moans grew louder. "I think I'm gonna-"

You heard a grunt. "Don't you fucking dare." Zhongli spat, his eyes trained on his cock entering you. His jaw was clenched, making him look even more ravishing than he already was. You heard Childe chuckle behind you, one of his hands harshly grabbing onto your hair. "So, so pretty." He breathed in your ear, your eyes widening when you felt something poke your behind. "W-wait-" Your sentence was cut off, a yelp escaping your lips when you felt Childe enter you from behind you.

You shook your head a bit violently, Childe's grasp on your hair tightening when you did so. "You asked for this, remember? Take it." He grunted, your breathing ragged as the two men just abused your pussy. In, out. In, out. Your mind chanted, almost missing Childe's hands sneaking around your neck. His grip tightened slightly, barely giving you tme to process what was happening. You found yourself almost chocking on air, your hand flying to Childe's with surprise. He only chuckled, his hands tightening around you. You couldn't breathe, but why was that just turning you on even more?

"She's gonna come." Zhongli stated, and he was right. Childe was barely inside you, and yet you already felt yourself slowly breaking. Zhongli's pace fastened even more, breaking the rhythm he and Childe had created. His thrusts were messy, but powerful. Childe met his thrusts quite quickly, making a sobbing mess out of you. Zhongli suddenly leaned in, your eyes widening when you saw him grab Childe's face, their lips clashing in the most sinful way possible. You lips were parted, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Their tongues clashed, Childe's soft whine reaching your ears when Zhongli harshly sucked on his tongue. Just when you thought this whole thing couldn't get any sexier.

Whatever you just saw, you wanted to see more.

The lewd noises of skin slapping against each other made you whine, the car filled with the sounds of your loud moans and choked cries, as well as grunts from both the guys. The sounds that left your lips felt embarrassing, but you barely had time to focus on that when Childe pushed himself deeper, hitting a certain spot inside you. "Ah, Childe! Slow down!"

You heard him chuckle, pushing your head back to meet his lips. "I could, but I bet you'd cry if I did."

You whimpered, knowing that those words were very true.

Your cries continued, zhongli leaning down to kiss your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You're so wet, is it all for us?

Do you like this? Want me to go faster?

Louder, I want to let everyone passing by hear your sweet moans.

You were sweaty, sandwiched between two guys that were making you get a taste of heaven. That thought alone would be able to send you over the edge. "Please!" You managed to choke out, tears running down your eyes as you begged. Childe only chuckled. "You wanna come? Go ahead, darling. Come for us."

You didn't even think twice as you came on both of their cocks, screaming as you came down from your high. Childe released the hold he had on your neck, your body practically falling on Zhongli's chest as you tried to process what just happened. You were completely out of breath, gasping quite loudly, your pussy growing sensitive when both cocks continued thrusting inside you. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly. "N-No more." You cried, but they completely ignored you, Childe's hands wrapping around your waist. He chuckled at your pathetic cries. "Look at you, what a mess, hmm?" He cooed, catching Zhongli's small smirk. You whimpered, hands clutching whatever they could find as both guys overstimulated you.

You couldn't even pull away, completely stuck between them with no escape. You could smell their scents with sweat, hear their heavy breathing and aggressive grunts as their skin slapped against yours. It only seemed to build your second orgasm faster, tears running down your cheeks as you felt their cocks completely destroying your insides. "F-Fuck!" You managed to breathe, your hands finding their way on Zhongli's shoulders again as his thrusts began to fasten even more than before. You could tell he was close, desperate for a release. Childe seemed to be as well, his groans becoming louder with every thrust. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come!"

Childe chuckled in your ear. "Right with you, darling."

You found yourself bouncing on their cocks, ignoring the throbbing pain of being overstimulated as you continued chasing your second orgasm. Both cocks met your thrusts, you just couldn't stop moaning and whining at the roughness of their cocks.

Childe came first, the sounds escaping his mouth almost sounding like a growl as he released his semen on your back. You were second, whimpering as the pain increased. And then Zhongli, the sexiest groan had left his lips when he came on your stomach, completely painting you with their juices. You fell straight onto Zhongli, your legs barely working as he laid down with you on top of him. You tried to turn around and face Childe, calling him over to lay on your stomach. He happily obliged, his head laying a bit too comfortable on your chest.

Your harsh breathing had filled the car's silence, Zhongli playing with the strands of your hair while you wondered how on earth you were going to get home.

"We should do this again." Childe breathed out, looking up from your chest with a mischievous glint in his eyes. For some reason, your cheeks flushed.

They wanna do this again? With me?

Zhongli chuckled from behind me. "I would love having her sprawled across the sheets of my bed."

A/N: tbh.. i only started writing bc of this

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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RE Boys Come Back to S/O Reader

For @aido-mitarashi cause I said I'd give some relief for the sadness.

Carlos

After 5 months, you've settled into a new routine. You're able to breathe again and not have a break down.

Work isn't as hard anymore. It's no longer a chore, but something you start to enjoy again.

You still wear a ring, despite not actually having been married. That relationship, you knew it was the one and deep down you weren't sure you could ever move on completely from it to start another.

It's a cloudy day, rain threatening to pour any second.

Even so, you decided to walk home. The car was in the shop and you had some restless energy to get out. With an umbrella at the ready, you started your journey home.

A few blocks away from home, it begins to rain, cooling down the area from the summer heat. You pop open your protection and keep walking.

People are pushing together as the rain came down harder, the tips of umbrellas pressed close to create a canopy of sorts for others who weren't as prepared.

While you were at the front of a group at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, people shuffled more, bumping into one another.

It really was an accident. No one had meant to push you so hard.

But someone stumbled into another and a domino effect happened.

You just happened to be the one on the end.

The umbrella flew off in the wind as you stumbled and fell into the street, tearing the knee of your pants and scraping your palms. That was the least of your worries.

Traffic had lulled, but not stopped.

A car was too close for you to have time to get up out of the way, its horn blaring as people screamed while you only had the chance to look up at in in fear.

It was so quick and you weren't sure what had happened, but the car never hit you.

'Move!'

Instead, a strong pair of arms had wrapped around you and hauled you back to the sidewalk.

The car continued on its way without stopping, the light turning to allow pedestrians to cross. Most people crossed, not knowing what had happened, but some stayed to make sure you were okay.

'Yeah, I'm okay,' you said as you stood up with a grunt, looking to see who saved you.

No. There was no way.

'I told you,' he said, smiling softly. 'I wouldn't leave you in a cold, cruel Carlos-less world.'

You weren't sure if you wanted to throw up or cry as you stared at him in shock. It was him. It was Carlos. His hair was short, scars littered the right side of his face and down his neck, but it was him.

'I. . .' You managed to get out before crushing your lips to his, unable to hold back as your hands clutched his shirt. You didn't care how or why, just that he was real and he was there.

'Don't leave me like that again,' you whimpered, pressing your forehead to his.

'Not ever again. I promise.'

Leon

Most nights you couldn't sleep. It took a couple of melatonin capsules to get you drowsy enough to even think of sleep.

It had been like that since Leon's accident. Which had been nearly a month ago. It was hard and overwhelming, making you feel constantly like you were drowning or floating away.

Your friends always checked on you, texting you daily to make sure you had eaten or moved from the bed.

On this night, you were tired. In your bones and head and heart.

Sleep was not coming and you had barely done a thing around the house, you needed to clean.

So, armed with trash bags, a rag, and cleaning spray, you set to work.

Leon's things were left alone, but the take out cartons, the kleenexes just left around the house were picked up and thrown away. Laundry was gathered and done as you set about sweeping and mopping.

Things had gotten out of hand and you knew it, but hadn't cared enough to stop it.

Your body was begging for something, anything to do. Cleaning didn't mean you had to talk to anyone or focus on making people believe you were okay. You didn't have to think, which made it easy for you.

Getting lost in the process, you changed your sheets as Leon's scent had faded already, a new set of bedding would make it easier to sleep, maybe you'd be bless with the sweet nothing of no dreams. The thought of having good dreams mean you'd see Leon and you weren't ready for that.

It was nearly 2 AM when you were finished. Dishes were done, laundry was put away, the carpet vacuumed, the windows even washed. A shower sounded amazing, another thing you had neglected for too long.

Taking your time, you let yourself soak in the hot water to help wash your sadness and depression off, if just for a little while.

Of course, even though you tried, thoughts of Leon and you sharing a shower and washing each other came to mind, making your body ache. Tears came, but the water was quick to wash them away. Leon's bathroom products were still there and you couldn't help yourself.

'Just for tonight,' you said as you washed your hair and body in his scent.

When you stepped out of the shower, your skin was burning but clean. You had scrubbed off so many layers of skin from your body and face that you were sure you looked like someone had taken a steel brush to you.

His lotion was still there, giving you something else of his to comfort yourself with as well as his clothes. In one of his shirts and sleeping shorts, you felt. . . Almost normal.

At 3 AM you were exhausted, your body ready to give out and your mind blissfully numb.

As you moved to get into bed, you heard a noise behind you, but you weren't quick enough.

A hand clapped over your mouth before you could scream, an arm wrapping around your torso to pin your arms as you struggled.

'Listen, if you don't want to get hurt, just shut the fuck up and don't fight us,' a deep voice growled into your ear. The sound of more footsteps told you that it was not a fight you would win and as sad and depressed as you were, you were not going to do something stupid.

Whimpering softly, you nodded.

Your hands were tapped behind your back before your mouth was tapped shut. Pushed onto the bed, you squirmed as you were blindfolded and your ankles taped together.

'We don't want you, just your stuff,' the voice said as you heard people moving around. Too scared to try and do anything with them there, you stayed still on the bed. True to their word, despite not knowing how many there were exactly, they didn't try to hurt you.

'Yo, where's Murphey?' One person asked before being told to shut up. 'No, where is he? He was just downstairs and now he's gone? Did he fucking bail?'

'I don't know. If he did, he's dead.'

'Wait, where's Johnson? He's gone too!'

'Stop freaking out, let's just-'

The conversation was cut short as a fight broke out. All you could do was listen in fear as everything fell quiet save for one set of footsteps walking over to you.

Crying out, you shook your head and struggled as hands pulled you to the edge of the bed.

'Ssshh, shh.'

Your ankles freed and the tape on your mouth peeled off carefully as fingers held your face still.

'No, please don't hurt me,' you whimpered, trying to squirm away.

'Baby, no, it's me. It's me.'

Your wrists were freed and the blindfold pushed off to reveal your savior.

'Oh god,' you sobbed, throwing your arms around Leon's neck. You couldn't form any words as you wrapped your body around his, refusing to let go.

'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,' he said softly into your neck, stroking your hair back. 'I didn't want to leave you, I swear. I had to.'

'I don't care,' you said. 'Don't do it again. Please don't leave me again.'

'I won't. I promise I won't. If I have to leave again, you're coming with me.'

Chris

One year.

It had been one year since Chris died and you were doing okay. Not so much flourishing, but you were living your life in small bit.

You started to draw again, find small puzzles to do, make things that may not turn out pretty, but you started to do them again.

Claire and Leon would visit often and you would leave the house much more.

Work was busy and you were able to keep up with it again.

Still, you knew you would never move on.

Chris had been the one and while you would forever cherish your time with him, you couldn't bring yourself to look at someone else in that way. Maybe in another year, maybe two, but you weren't looking for a romantic partner. It was a friend you wanted and needed.

So, you hopped on the internet. A pen pal sounded like a good start. Someone to email back and forth to have that daily interaction.

Your first pen pal was a man in England named Neil.

He was far away, so it seemed safe.

At first the conversation was rather plain, but then you started to share pictures of your favorite places to visit. Pictures of hobbies and things you made were added in as well as food you cooked.

You weren't comfortable sharing pictures of yourself, you'd rather imagine Neil was just a sweet old man who was lonely and wanted a friend as well.

It took the chance it being ruined by romance out of the equation.

A few months into the friendship, he accidentally sent you a picture of himself.

Accidentally.

He was handsome and you found yourself smiling at the photo. Wrapped up in a cardigan with glasses while at a restaurant as he had tea, he seemed to be the complete opposite of Chris.

Then he began to tease about what you looked like. It was gentle and playful, not making you stress that things would change.

Four months into the emails, you sent a picture of yourself. It was one with Clair and Leon from a dinner that the three of you had had recently. You were dressed nicely, but not formally.

'Didn't realize I'd blessed with such a wonderfully attractive pen pal.'

'It's the only one you're getting, so shush.'

You were sure that you'd never meet. Neil didn't occupy your thoughts 24/7 like Chris had when you started to date. Neil was a brief 30 minutes of your day that you allowed yourself to play pretend that you weren't still heartbroken.

Six months into the emails and he said he was going to be in your city. You didn't tell him what city you lived in and he didn't tell you his location either, for safety and to keep that distance.

He asked if you were near and wanted to meet?

You declined, lying to him that you weren't in that city, but wished him a good trip.

'I'll send you pictures.'

Neil did indeed send you pictures, but they weren't what you thought they would be.

The day he supposedly landed, you got an email full of photos of you. You were in the house, you were at work, you were walking down the street, driving, eating, out with Claire, at Leon's place, at the cemetery, you in your room sleeping. . .

Your stomach dropped as you grabbed the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Oh god.

'I had really wanted to meet you. I know we have a connection and we could be something, but you lied to me. I can't forgive that.'

Rushing to your bedroom, you packed a bag before grabbing Chris' coat on a last whim. There was no way you could stay at home. Not till this guy was caught.

You called Claire in a panic, letting her know what had happened. She told you to stay with her and she'd call Leon. Taking your time, driving in circles as you looked for anyone that could be following, you made it to Claire's. She was on her way there with Leon, but it would be a bit.

Using your spare key, you went inside before checking all the locks and windows.

You didn't feel as exposed, so you went to the guest bedroom to put your things up.

It was where you heard the floor creaking.

Playing it off, you went about as if you hadn't heard a thing, not wanting to give anyone who was there the advantage. Leaving the room, you held your phone in hand, quickly shooting a text to Claire.

[SMS Claire: He's in your house.]

The phone went flying from your hand when a plastic bag was pulled over your face and held tight while you dragged backwards.

'Shouldn't have lied to me,' Neil hissed as he tried to smother you.

Of all the things you told him, you didn't let on about Chris or anything to do with the training he'd given you. His job had been dangerous and should someone come after you, he wanted you to be able to defend yourself.

Throwing your elbow back hard repeatedly till his grip loosened, you broke away, rushing forward as you ripped the plastic bag off. Gasping, you made it to the hallway to go for your phone, but you were tackled into the wall.

This guy was not going to get what he wanted without a fight. He would realize he shouldn't have picked you to do this to.

Grappling, you took several punches to your face and torso before the two of you fell down the stairs.

Nose bloody and knuckles bruised, you didn't lay there and groan. Pushing yourself up, you made for the front door before he was on you again. Through the glass coffee table you both fell. Your face was cut along with your arm, but you still didn't stop.

Screaming, your punched and kicked him as he clamored on top of you. His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard.

Your vision was getting spotty as he held you down.

Maybe this would be okay? You'd be with Chris again.

But Claire and Leon. . . They'd be devastated. Another loved one guy by the hands of someone else. No, you couldn't leave them. Not like this.

'Get off them!'

Neil went flying backwards, letting you gulp deep breathes of air into your lungs.

Staying down, you thought it was Leon and Claire, they'd made it in time.

Carefully, you rolled to your side to stand up and stop laying in the glass.

There were grunts of rage as Leon kept punching Neil.

'He's down, stop!' You cried. As much as you hated the man, you didn't want him dead or to have Leon in trouble. 'Stop!' Gripping his shoulder, you wrenched him off of Neil, turning around.

All you could do was stare at him. Wide eyed with blood running down your cheek and nose.

'Chris?'

You didn't even hear Leon and Claire screaming for you as they ran up the steps till the front door flew open.

Claire and Leon were just as shocked, all of you staring at the man.

'We. . .' You breathed, feeling faint. 'We buried you. I saw you. . .'

'It wasn't me.'

'I don't understand.'

'I'm sorry. I should have told you, all of you, but I couldn't risk it.'

He glanced at Leon who was holding Claire steady, then back to you were a storm of emotions. Saying your name, looking at you with those kicked puppy eyes that always won you over, Chris could have told you anything at that moment.

It didn't matter.

Stepping to you, gently touching your arm, it was enough for you to fall into him.

Holding onto his shirt with an iron grip, you refused to let go. There would be time for anger later. Right then, he was back and you wanted nothing more than to have him hold you again.

'I missed you, so much,' you managed. 'So fucking much.'

'I know. I missed you too.'

'Can we go home?' You asked, looking up at him as the police arrived with an ambulance.

'Yeah. Let's go home.'

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

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