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2kiran · 23 days

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FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

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rs-hawk · 4 months

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Kinkmas: Day Six

The Father, The Demon and The Church

Slipping into the church wasn’t hard. All he had to do was make up a few documents and dress the part. With a few tweaks thanks to illusions, no one would be able to tell that he wasn’t a priest, except for you. You could feel something was off about the way he smiled at you during mass, or how he always asked you first about confessions, but you just bottled it up. He’s the Father. You don’t have to worry about him, right?

During Christmas Eve Mass, you had wandered outside for a bit of air. It was hot and stuffy inside, and the whole “eating the body of Jesus” thing always made you queasy. You never understood why it had to be phrased the way it was. Just as you had let the cool air cool your hot face, there was the sound of the heavy church doors closing behind you.

“Hello there. Slipping out a little early tonight, aren’t we?” his familiar voice came from behind you.

Your face flushed again as you turned to look at the Father. “Good evening, Father. I just needed a breath of fresh air is all.”

“I’m sure you did,” he mused as he walked over to you, his short black air catching the candlelight pouring from inside. It looked almost oil slicked with a multitude of different colors, but that was gone in an instant.

He sat beside you on the stairs, making you feel a bit self-conscious. Was your skirt too short? Your top too tight? You pulled your jacket closer around you, hoping to rid yourself of those thoughts. You always dressed nicely at church. You were just being paranoid due to the extra attention.

The Father set a hand on your knee, making you jump slightly. He chuckled, leaving it there. “There now, you’re not scared of me, are you?”

“No Father,” you says automatically, though you didn’t look at him now. He slid is hand further up your leg, making you flinch away. “What are you-.”

“Shh, I’m just testing something out that you told me during confessional,” he whispered in your ear, finally gripping your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched, and your mind flashed back to the confessional where he had encouraged you to be completely open with you. You admitted that you lusted, and had wanted to be taken in public without anyone knowing, but where anyone might find out. Is that what he meant? Why would he be testing that?

“You can’t,” you said with a breathy whine, but he already had pushed your panties aside and was teasing your lips with his finger.

Before you could protest further, he slipped a finger inside of you, making you let out a soft whine.

“I can if you keep quiet,” he insisted, a hissing undertone to his voice.

Before you knew it, your legs were wrapped around his hips as you rocked back and forth on his fingers, him pumping them in and out of you. When someone opened the church doors, you hid your face in his chest, but he remained calm as he continued to play with your pretty little cunt.

“Yes? Can I help you?” he asked, only turning his head slightly.

“Will you be coming back inside soon, Father? I’m just worried about you getting cold. Father Jones is doing an amazing job, of course, but…,” the man trails off awkwardly.

“I’ll be back in soon. I think I just am a little under the weather and the fresh air is helping,” he replied, curling his fingers inside of you. You had to bite the corner of your cheek to keep from crying out.

The man apologized and wished the Father well before heading back inside. As soon as the door was shut, the Father adjusted you, grinding your dripping cunt against the bulge in his pants. That’s when you really noticed the change. His eyes were dark as night, and his skin seemed… off. Too tight fitting. His teeth were unusually sharp when he smiled at you.

As the realization dawned on you, it was too late. He was able to pull down his trousers and bury his enormous cock inside of you in seconds. All you could is cry out in pleasure as he pumped you up and down. You knew you shouldn’t like it as much as you did, and later you’d blame the demon, but no. You wanted this. Maybe more than you’d wanted anything.

You whined and begged for more in his long, pointed ear. Your lips found every inch of his skin you could manage, only nipping him when his claws dug into your soft skin.

It felt like he would split you open with the way he was moving you up and down, like you weighed nothing and were just a toy for his pleasure. He yanked you down roughly, coaxing a loud moan from your lips. That was when he placed a hand over your stomach, a light tease at how deep he was inside of you.

“What a good girl,” he mused as you were painted in the light pouring from the stained glass.

“Thank you, Father,” you panted, barley able to get it out before he went back to using your soft, human body.

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lizardaggro · 6 months

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on the flip side (twst bully!au) part 2

the first part is doing way better than i thought it would, so here's part 2! please note that i won't normally put stuff out this fast, but i got woken up by tumblr notifs and only got 2.5 hrs of sleep. if this is trash, that's my excuse. also working on something for bnha, but that sucker's looong.

part 1 part 3

genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, lil bit of yandere word count: 1082

The look on their faces was hilarious, to say the least. Adeuce were in shock, and Floyd looked like a kicked puppy. Not that you made a habit of that. It was a shame that you couldn’t hole up in here a little while longer, and you knew the door would take ages to get repaired, but it would be fine. The sudden shift in your attitude would still be jarring.

“Wha- prefect, what’re you talking about?” Ace asked incredulously. Deuce nodded vigorously in agreement. The two had been your first friends in Twisted Wonderland, after Grim of course, and then the first to turn on you once they got bored. You supposed it was just too much for their pea brains to bear.

“Did I stutter?” Your gaze was cold as you looked both in the eye in turn. “Every day, the poor defenseless prefect is beaten, abused, and scorned. And all for what? Your entertainment? You lot are sick in the head and it shows,” you berated them mercilessly. It’s not like you expected them to have a sudden change of heart. You wouldn’t forgive them even if they did.

Floyd had been silent since demolishing your poor door, which could be good or bad. You’d always found him hard to read. His mood could change at the drop of a hat, and you knew you weren’t his only victim. For all you knew, he’d start whaling on Adeuce instead.

And then he just had to go and open his mouth. “Aww, that’s cute, Shrimpy. You think you can get rid of me?” He taunted. Now that was a threat, and you knew it. Still, you never thought any of your former friends would describe anything you did as cute now. It was meant to be mocking, but still. Something about his demeanor was off. He seemed almost… hurt.

Nah, there was no way. You must be imagining things. There was no way Floyd Leech, of all people, enjoyed your company. You were alone here; Grim and the ghosts were your only allies. You shook your head to clear away the unwanted thoughts.

You turned to face Floyd, a sinister grin working its way onto your face. “Oh, whyever would I want to do that? I can do so much better, after all. I mean, who’s the one who told me all their dirty little secrets they’d never want to see the light of day, back when we were friends? Because of course the innocent little prefect would never dream of snitching!”

You weren’t bluffing. You didn’t have to. It was true, after all. Each and every one of them had confided in you to some extent, the Overblot victims most of all. You knew e~verything that ailed them, and it would be oh-so unfortunate if their less-than-kind peers were to find out. It wasn’t like you wanted to play the villain card, but you felt you had the right. They’d already betrayed you, so why shouldn’t you return the favor?

The three boys’ faces visibly paled after hearing your words. Everyone had something to hide after all, and they were no exception. Deuce had been one of the first to trust you with his secrets, as well as one of the most forthcoming. Back then you’d thought he was such a sweetheart; you never would’ve dreamed it’d come to this.

“Come on, surely you don’t mean that?” He begged. It was pitiful, really.

“Oh, I absolutely mean it if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.” No one at Night Raven College had ever heard you curse before, so it must’ve been a shock. Your voice was cold as you crushed their hope. No one had ever listened to you when you pleaded for them to please stop hurting you.

Once convinced that you really meant business, they promptly turned tail and fled. You didn’t blame them. You’d be embarrassed too if you still slept with a teddy bear. But this was good- great, even. Now you had the chance to put the next phase of your plan in action.

You’d start off simple, with a warning, in case someone didn’t think you were serious enough. You logged onto the school’s messaging forum, and anonymously exposed some poor random guy whose name you’d forgotten’s crush. Who also attended NRC, of course. It wouldn’t be much of a threat if no one knew who they were.

Not long after, there was a rapt knock on your door, or rather the adjacent wall. Thanks, Floyd. When you headed downstairs to greet your unwanted guest, you were mildly surprised to see Riddle Rosehearts, there in all his glory.

“Riddle? What brings you here? Are you going to blame me for not knowing the history of countries I’d never heard of until this year again?” You jabbed. Riddle was never one for physical violence; his Unique Magic didn’t work on you since you had none to begin with. Instead, he chose to belittle you for your lack of knowledge.

“I heard from Ace and Deuce that you’ve been airing students’ dirty laundry on the internet,” he said with a stern look. “I’m sure you’re well aware that this behavior is unacceptable.” Two could play at that game.

“Yes, Dorm Leader Rosehearts, and I’m sure you know full well that several of your students are guilty of assault,” you rebutted, using his position within the school for emphasis. “So tell me, do you really want to go there? After all, it’d be a real shame if your mother were to hear about this.”

You really hoped his mother never heard about this. Him being abused would only make you feel worse, and it certainly wouldn’t correct his behavior. The most you’d do was “accidentally” let the whole school find out he’s secretly a crybaby.

Riddle’s face grew as red as Unbirthday party roses. “You dare to threaten me?! I’d have your head if you had any magic worth sealing! But you don’t, so you’re lucky I even bother to tolerate your presence. I don’t even want to think about what your grades would look like if it wasn’t for my help.”

You really didn’t think shouting at you qualified as helping. But once again, there was that odd tone to his words, like he was implying that he wanted you around. There was no way Riddle of all people would agree to play some elaborate prank on you, so just what was going on?

#twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst bully au #ace trappola #deuce spade #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts

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persefolli · 1 year

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Jake, we don't fight fire with fire! If we storm them we will be just as bad!” Tonowari yelled.

“You don't know the RDA like I do! We need to get rid of them before it's too late!” Jake retaliated.

People began walking out their pods, looking towards their Olo’eyktan’s pod as the two argued. You waved people back into their homes and sped walk down the trail to make it home.

“Just because you know them doesn't mean you have the answers! It's been two decades! They have new technology and new artificial demons!” Tonowari seethed. “Don't think defeating them once means anything because they. came. back.”

You walked in, dropping your things to the ground and looking between them. “Hush! Everyone on the reef can hear you two!” The two men ignored you and began approaching each other. Tonowari’s tail was wagging at a rapid pace, slamming into the table next to him.

“You sayin’ I ain't doing enough the first time.” Jake gritted.

“I'm saying you need to cut the tough act when you haven't managed to get rid of them for good.”

You walked up between them and stood right between them, swiveling your head back and forth. “STOP!” You yelled concerned. “What the hell is going on?”

The two of them continued to glare at each other but went silent, walking away from the touch of your outstretched hands. You hissed, getting annoyed at their sudden silence. “The two of you run this clan. If you can't put your heads together and solve this, we will all fall victim to the RDA.”

Jake let out a deep sigh and Tonowari closed his eyes, nodding. “I am extremely embarrassed and disappointed by the two of you right now.” You could see their gaze and ears lower. They still said nothing, the sounds of the ocean spilling into the pod replacing the silence. You sighed, turning and beginning to walk away from then slightly annoyed.

“I'm sorry.” Jake grabbed your wrist. “We both are.”

Tonowari nodded in agreement silently, but you did notice his tail was still stiffly swinging at a fast rate.

“Sit.” You nodded to the sitting area. The two men walked over and sat criss cross on the ground, looking at you expectantly. You walked over and stood between them, looking down at the both of them.

“As your wife, I am very observant and protective of you two. It is my job to protect your mental.” You started. “Don't think I haven't seen your tense tails and felt your rapid heartbeats when you sleep.” You sighed. “I suppose it's my fault for not intervening sooner, but the two of you are best friends! Don't attack each other like this.” You scolded them. The two of them looked at you with glossy eyes, feeling seen from you. You had noticed their hardships, and acknowledged it without judging them.

You leaned down and placed a kiss on their temples, soothing their minds for only a moment. “Talk to each other, talk to me. What is going on?”

Jake signed deeply and closed his eyes, looking down. “Some people from my past are back. And…they’ve destroyed na’vi homes, threatened Tsahiks, all because of me.” He started. You turned towards him and cupped his face in your hands. Jake turned towards Tonowari. “Please don’t think i’m sleeping soundly at night knowing this. I truly did not mean to bring this upon your people. I thought I stopped it, I thought it would end, but I guess a sacrifice has to be ma-

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Tonowari chimed. “You are Toruk Makto, a greater war leader than I could ever be. I let my fear of failure project onto you, and I shouldn’t have done that.” He apologized, “You will not turn yourself in to those demons. We will fight. You will not blame yourself, because they would have destroyed our homes with or without you.”

The two men stood, grabbing each other's forearms and nodding. “I am struggling, but as leaders we’ll have to go through some tough times. You’re not in this alone.” Tonowari said.

You looked between them, softly nodding approving of the more civilized interaction. Walking up, you grabbed the both of them, pulling them into a hug. They immediately buried their heads into your neck, embracing you softly. You lifted your hands to massage the back of their heads, the area surrounding their braids. At your touch Jake groaned, and Tonowari softly purred.

“Come.” You grabbed their hands and led them to the bedroom, where you pulled them down to the bed to cuddle. You ran your fingertips along their spines as they laid on their sides facing you. Tonowari kept his eyes shut, while Jake’s eyes wandered. “Forget you are Olo’eyktan and Toruk Makto just for a day, tonight and tomorrow.” You said softly. “You are only Jake, And you are only Tonowari.”

The two hummed in response, only focused on your hands that ran along their bodies. This went on for a long while, you cuddling into them and massaging the parts of skin that you could. The two were very tense, but eased just a little bit, which was satisfying in your eyes.

Later, thinking that they were good for the night, you began to sit up, but the two of them shot up immediately. “What?”

“Where are you going?”

“I'm going to get some of the workload off of you two for now.”

“Nuh uh.” Jake said. “No Tsahik. Just Y/n.” he said, copying your earlier statement. The two of you laughed and you leaned down to subconsciously nuzzle your noses against one another.

You laid back down against him, getting comfortable as they both wrapped their tails on different parts of your body. “Hey,” Jake said lowly to Tonowari. “We got this.”

“We do.” You chimed in.

Tonwari grabbed your hand and squeezed, running his thumb against your knuckles. A soft kiss was pressed to your forehead, then one on your cheek. You cooed at the motion and closed your eyes, curling slightly into his chest as you fell asleep.

#persefolli #persefolliwrites #wattpad #avatar the way of water #jake sully #atwow #avatar #avatar2 #tonowari #jake x reader x tonowari #tonowari x reader x jake #tonowari x reader #jake sully x reader #jake x reader

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undercoverpena · 7 months

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okay but I have brain rot for…

assassin!joel miller x f!reader 👉👈

like think assassins creed II — I blame Florence for this, @ghostaholics and @thetriumphantpanda for not telling me this is a bad idea 😂

below is just imagine style bullet points of my brain rot. they may not make sense but look, if this is something we want, the rot is there. warnings; assassin behaviour, hints at smut, Jo making people fall in love as usual.

• imagine joel discovering that his family have been executed: sarah, tommy, tess—all gone. fleeing when he realises his face is on posters, going to a distant cousin's house only to find out his heritage of being an assassin. and he wants retribution, wants blood, wants the people who made the call to pay. so he trains (think of the arms 💪🏼)

• it’s some years later, when he returns to the city to enact revenge, when he first meets you. some woman of high standing, living in your uncle’s house—learning to paint. Joel hears a disturbance and sees some guards shoving you around, your fist connecting with one before it gets nasty, and he swoops in, saving you. you leave behind some brushes in your dash to get home.

• he finds you some days later, your eye-catching sight of him as you continue to paint. “I know you’re there, assassin.” and he eventually shows himself, handing you the brushes back. you’re eyeing him, waiting until he steps back into the shade, thanking him as he makes his exit. there’s more back and forth, accidental run-ins, him spotting you in places you shouldn’t be, until one day, when his grunts and silence don’t seem to work, he asks if you have a death wish. “you’re blade is blunt.” the tip of your brush pointing at the one on his wrist, “I can help you with that, for the death wish.” you kiss him, soft, chaste—enough to render him silent and still, but not an invitation for him to do more. he declines the offer of your help with his blade, but takes your handwritten note with your address.

• joel checks in on you, tells himself its just to be sur. but he does it more and more frequently. once finding you reading at your balcony. another time painting, and he’s pretty sure you clock him again. another you’re crying, something that pulls at him but he ignores.

• it isn’t until his wrist blade snaps that he comes to your room later that night, entering via the balcony. you tell him your uncle knows a maker, someone who can help him. and he protests, that this is dangerous, but you argue back that you want to help. but he needs you to know, so he continues and continues about what he does to people, what he does to those who have killed his family—how he does it, that vengeance won’t end when the last head rolls—watching tears fill your eyes. that there is always more, more injustice, more poison to rid, and then you grab his arms, pulling him from his speech. “then rid it, Joel. remove it. make the city something to be proud of.” he’s taken back, but you kiss him. something he deepens this time. whispering you don’t care, pressing it to his lips. more words whispered between kisses, between you removing his layers: I don’t care, I understand, I get it, I’m yours. and the latter spark something, a possessiveness rising in him, as you strip the last thing from him that makes him the thing that perches on rooftops.

• secret kisses where his hood remains up, and your hands slide around the inside of his cape. tucked away in alcoves of the city, you making threats that he best show up tonight, and he never makes promises—because his line of work doesn’t allow for them—but he kisses you like he wishes too.

• pulling you into an abandoned house when you’re on the way to an event—you having ditched your chaperone, knowing he is always watching. the skirt of your dress lifted, his hand between your thighs as you ask if he’ll be “keeping a look out for me tonight?” and his ministrations increase, his mouth ghosting over your whimpers and the way you say his name, before he tells you, “best believe it.”

• it’s a lot for Joel to trust people. and while he usually doesn’t come to you when he’s hurt (just appears with new bruises and fresh scars) one night he doesn’t think of anywhere else to go. the wound is bad, landing awkwardly on your balcony—unaware you’ve been scurrying away medical supplies from the market for weeks, just in case. you stitch him, apply ointment and bandage him. eventually curling up to his sleeping frame. he wakes with a warmth on his good side, pain pulsating on the other, opening his eyes to a sleeping you—a version he doesn’t get to see, doesn’t get to experience. a stolen, perfect moment that solidifies how much he feels for you, and also how dangerous all of this is. but when you open your eyes, he forgets, pressing gratefulness to your lips. then he spots how your nightdress is stained, ruined, realising that he’s done that—poisoned it in the same way he has your life.

• one time, he’s a little late to save you from a handsy, out of control “suitor” throwing the man out the window into a hay bale so he can tend to you, not wanting you to see his violence—even if you hear about it, the entire city speaking on him. he begins to blames himself, that he’s old. that you deserve better. but you just let him ramble until he’s out of words, and then you kiss him, “because I choose you, Joel.” he doesn’t say what those words mean to him, but he shows you later. he does worry what he’s doing to you by letting you keep getting closer, knowing full well he’s doomed you, in a different way than you’ve doomed him.

• when a kid breaks into his HQs, he takes one look at their frizzy hair and dirty feet, and asks why they’re here. the girl, Ellie introduces herself, said Marlene sent her to him, that she was told he’d look after her—know what to do. that there’s still ties between the fireflies and the assassins. he tells her to bathe, while he sends a pigeon to you to bring clothes for her. you meeting Ellie, and her enamoured with you and your kindness, something Joel knows all too well himself.

• time goes on, him and your relationship never delving out of a situationship. your uncle pushing more for you to marry, Joel stealing moments here and there with you. behind statues and marble pillars, down quiet streets and in your bedroom—hand over your mouth so no one in the house knows you’re not alone as he fucks you, his praise whispered in plenty. “because you’re so good for me, always taking me so well”—you leaving half-moon marks in his side as he does so, leaving a bit of you on him, the same way he leaves bruises on your hips.

• when Joel discovers your Uncle is someone involved in the demise of his family he experiences a conflicting array of feelings rising in him. so much so, he interrupts you during an art class—pulling you outside to tell you, to ask you if you knew. but he can tell instantly from the way your eyes widen and shimmer, that you don’t. and so, the two of you begin to work closely together, to unravel the mysteries that is your uncle.

• until one night when you learn it all, what your uncle did to his brother—your own father—Joel in the wings, hearing it all: from the confession to the way your heart shatters. that your uncle sent your mother away so he could find you a suitor of his choosing, and it isn’t until the house goes into lockdown, do you find yourself separated, trying to find Joel, running and running until your uncle’s hand is coated in his blood and Joel is on the floor. and you don’t think, don’t even question, taking one of the blades from Joel’s belt and holding it to your uncle’s neck, a choice there, but there’s no shake in your hand. feeling, slowly, Joel’s hands come around your waist, giving you the strength.

#jo: plot ideas #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #assassin!joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fanfic #jo: the assassin and the wench #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction

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bananasofthorns · 2 months

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this will be the death of me

“Aphim. This game is your redemption - so I assume it goes without saying that you anticipate winning.”

Towering somewhere above him, his superiors stare. He does not bother with the futile action of craning his head back in an attempt to match Their gaze.

“Yes.”

“Good. Since you’re already in the game, you wouldn’t mind...taking care of a problem, would you?”

“Of course not.” He pauses. “What kind of problem?”

“The kind of problem that could end this whole thing. It would be very bad for all of us.”

“I see.”

“There is someone who...let himself in,” his superiors continue, distaste coloring Their voice. “He intends to disrupt this whole thing and make it so that there is no game. We haven’t been able to See him yet, but you’ll know him when you see him.

“If you could get rid of him, well. That would be a benefit to us all.”

“Of course. I’ll do as you wish.”

“Excellent.”

<><><>

“There are people coming,” Apate says, peering out of the shitty cave they’re in.

“Who?”

“I was gonna ask you that.”

Aphim joins her at the mouth of the cave with a frown. “Why would I know?”

Not far below them, two people - a blond man and an auburn-haired woman - are making their way up the mountain. The slowly setting sun lights them from behind. Except for the circle at the start, Aphim doesn’t recognize them from anywhere.

“Well, your eyes went all glowy earlier, so—” Apate shrugs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells her.

“Your eyes glow?” the blond man calls up. There’s a half-smile on his face, like he finds the concept amusing.

Aphim frowns at him. “I don’t think so.”

Apate seeing the tattoos active was bad enough, especially since she seems to have inexplicably come from somewhere outside the game. He doesn’t like the idea of two more strangers knowing about them, even if they shouldn’t know what the tattoos mean.

Luckily, the topic drops and the man and woman introduce themselves as Beau and Orla, respectively.

“Were you two thinking about settling here?” Beau asks, surveying the area.

Aphim shrugs. “I haven’t laid claim to anything.”

“I’m going wherever you’re going,” Apate adds cheerfully.

Aphim closes his eyes and briefly asks the universe for strength. “Do you want her,” he asks Beau flatly.

“I...don’t think that’s how that works?”

“Unfortunate.”

Beau laughs. The sun behind him makes him shine gold at the edges. Aphim looks away.

“We were thinking about settling near the border,” Beau explains, “but if you two are planning to base around here, we could find somewhere else.”

“I haven’t decided on anything.”

“We could base near each other, maybe.”

Aphim blinks. He hadn’t expected that offer; for a death game, Beau seems to be happy to make friends. Still, he finds he doesn’t hate the idea.

“Alright.”

Apate doesn’t offer any objections to his agreement, though if she had, he probably would’ve ignored them.

“Should we keep looking, then?”

“Sure. I’d like to get more than three whole coal,” Aphim adds acerbically, shooting a distasteful look over his shoulder at the cave.

“Oh! Well, if you need coal.”

Beau holds out his hand. Without thinking, Aphim matches the gesture. He startles when Beau drops a few pieces of coal into his palm; their skin brushes when Beau moves away. His fingers are warm.

Aphim tilts his head in confusion. The simple kindness of the gesture is disarming.

“Thank you,” he says, belated but genuine.

Beau’s grin is as bright as the sun setting behind him.

<><><>

There isn’t much to do in their mountainside hole except sit and wait out the night, so Aphim inevitably finds himself studying his companions - or, in Apate’s case, ignoring them. She has settled so close beside him that they’re nearly touching, so he has no choice but to focus some of his attention on her, but she at least stops trying to talk to him when he doesn’t respond to anything she says. It’s a temporary respite; he savors it.

Across the small room, Orla still seems on edge, but Aphim can’t blame her. It’s only the first night and they all have little more than stone tools, but wariness is vital for a game like this. He wonders how far she’ll make it.

Beau is the one in their small group that intrigues him the most. His easy-going cheer from earlier is gone, replaced by fidgeting discomfort. Aphim puzzles over the change; it could be something as simple as claustrophobia, but he doubts it.

Beau won’t look at him anymore. He’s not sure why that bothers him as much as it does.

The night passes slowly. None of them have the resources for a clock yet, nor did they leave a hole in the wall to see out of, but mobs still rattle and groan outside. Other than that, they sit in silence.

Again, Aphim finds his attention drawn to Beau, but this time he finds Beau already looking back. They both freeze. Aphim’s heart kicks up a beat.

At the center of Beau’s eyes, where his pupils should be, is a glowing purple symbol that Aphim knows better than he knows himself. You’ll know him when you see him, his superiors had said. The realization sweeps through him quickly. He can almost feel the tattoos on his arms burning.

It is neither the time nor the place to confront Beau. He settles for a sharp grin and a wink. It’s teasing, just on the wrong side of threatening.

Beau looks away first. Aphim studies the tense line of his jaw and wonders.

#oc tag aphim #beauphim #banana writes things #gay people headinhands #campaign the reckoning begins

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chvnnie · 2 years

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i found this clip today while cleaning out my camera roll so

jisung hard thought below the cut. we can blame skz code and the time out mv for this.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

as always - not proofread, don’t come for me

han jisung x reader

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

wc: 1.1k

warnings: breaking/entering??? kinda???, teasing, marking (scratching/biting) dirty talk, hand job, unprotected sex, this is just a mess tbh im sorry my brain won’t stop

there was something about sneaking into the country club after hours that excited you. something about running over freshly manicured grass that was just exhilarating. something about a gate - typically locked between the hours of 19:00-09:00 - left opened just for you that sent electric waves of glee through your body.

there was something about tonight. something about who was waiting behind the opened gate.

the full moon was your only source of light, guiding you to the pool’s edge. the salt water pool sparkled in the moonlight, small ripples in the water inviting you in for a swim. that’s what you were here for, after all? just a swim?

you kicked your sandals off, quickly ridding yourself of the jean shorts and shirt that covered your swimsuit. you quickly checked over each shoulder, and once sure you were alone, dove into the deep in.

the water was chilly compared to the warm summer air, immediately cooling the sweat that rolled down your skin prior. you took your time swimming to the surface, loving the way the water surrounded you and made you feel free.

when your head broke the surface, the edge you just dove off of was occupied. jisung sat with his palms behind him, supporting him as he leaned back slightly. his legs calves were submerged, feet kicking carelessly in the water. when you looked at him, the corners of his lips quirked up in a flirty smile.

“hey, you.”

returning his smile, you swam to where he sat, closing the small distance quickly. once at the edge, you crossed your arms up in, laying your head in the pillow you made.

“hi.”

“looks like you got started without me.”

“shouldn’t have taken so long to meet me.” you said with a shrug.

his laugh was low, deep, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine you wanted to blame on the water. “can i join you now?”

“are you sorry for being late?”

he rolled his eyes, making you erupt in a fit of giggles. using your feet, you pushed off the edge, back paddling away from him. you tipped your chin up, gesturing for him to join you.

jisung didn’t need to be told twice, diving into the sparkling water. he disappears, body moving quickly as he swam in your direction. once he closes in on you, you push back, swimming backwards, away from him. fingertips brushed your ankles, but you were too fast, narrowing escape his grasp.

the water breaks, jisung shaking his head to get the soaked hair out of his face. “oh, so this is what we’re doing?” he said as he caught his breath.

you pull your bottom lip in, biting it suggestively. “you know i like to tease.”

his laugh was low, but you didn’t have enough time to enjoy it before he disappeared under the water again. the chase went on for a bit, you continually missing his grip, jisung getting progressively more competitive. you feet scrap across the ground, letting you know of you’ve arrived the shallow end. it distracted you, taking your eyes off of jisung long enough for him to finally capture you.

hands land on your hips, and before you can squirm away, he breaks the surface, a wicked smile on his face.

“i win.”

his lips collide with yours, wasting no time diving into you. you attempt to fight his tongue for dominance, eventually conceding and letting him win. your arms wrap around his shoulders, tugging at the back of his shaggy black hair, his sweet moans filling your mouth in response. too distracted by his taste, you don’t notice him back you into the pool wall.

hands slide to your ass, squeezing as you jump, wrapping your legs around jisung’s waist. you move to cup his face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. you can feel his spit against your lips, his teeth nipping at you as you devour each other. it’s sloppy, deep, fast, but passionate, making your head spin.

he’s the first to break the kiss, breaths deep and fast. “fuck, you drive me crazy.” his sloppy kisses move to your jaw, down to your neck, accompanied with the occasional bite.

as he works on your neck, you move a hand down his chest, scratching a line down to his waist. hips buck into yours as you scratch hard - sure to leave a mark. when you reach his swim trunks, you slide right in, gripping tightly onto his hard cock.

you’ve done this a million times before; squeeze tight, but flick your wrist slowly, speeding up only when you’re ready for him to fuck you. when you start jerking him off, his head comes off your neck, rolling it back. you watch as water drips from his hair, sliding down his neck and running down his chest, scratch marks already red.

“yes baby.” he moans deeply, words going straight to your core. it’s your turn to attack his neck, sucking right where your lips land.

fingers nimbly untie your bikini bottoms, letting them fall into the water. two fingers swiftly move to your clit, firmly pressing as he draws hearts on it. your moans join his, chorus of beautiful music echoing through the empty country cold.

“you like this, don’t you?” jisung asks, chest rapidly rising and falling against yours. “like it when i play with your pretty cunt where anyone could find us?”

the likelihood of someone coming to the pool, right now, was slim, but it was still possible. and it still drove you insane.

you nod your head against his neck, biting harder when his thumb starts moving up and down your slit, playing with your entrance. you start jerking him off faster, unable to wait a single second longer.

jisung pulls your hand off his cock, replacing it with his own. he positions himself, tip easily sliding in. then, he waits, lust blown eyes staring at you.

it doesn’t take long for you to realize what he wants. you stick your bottom lip out, making your best puppy eyes. “please, ji? want you so bad.” you dig your nails into his shoulder, knowing he can’t resist the sting of your scratches.

“say you’re sorry.”

you tilt your head, confused. “for what?”

he smiles cockily before leaning in, lips barely touching yours. “for being a fucking tease.” his whisper makes you break out into goosebumps, whining slightly as you arch your hips up.

“‘m sorry.” your teeth capture his bottom lip, pulling back until it slips from your grasp. “i’m really, real-“

but your apologies are cut short by a gasp, water splashing as jisung dives deep inside you, filling you to the brim immediately. the water splashes over the edge, louder than the moans you’re releasing.

“no you’re not.” jisung grunts, holding onto your hips as he pounds into you. “but i don’t give a fuck.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #straykidsland #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #chvnnie thots

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heliads · 10 months

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Kai Parker x male reader, reader helping Kai redeem himself and be better

excellent reminder that i need to watch the originals/legacies so if this was meant for a different part of the tvd timeline do ignore

masterlist

It has only been an hour since you woke up, and already, the Salvatores are desperate for your help. It’s not like you can blame them, not really; they seem to collect trouble with an almost professional magnetism. No matter what they try, danger always comes their way, and they are never, ever able to get rid of it without significant difficulty.

This problem belongs to all of you, in a way, not just the two brothers. When your group of friends and somewhat tenuous allies managed to take down Kai Parker, you were all left with the meddlesome question of what on earth you were supposed to do with him.

Killing Kai is tricky. None of you are one hundred percent sure that Kai’s life isn’t linked to the spell keeping Elena in a coma and Bonnie alive somewhere, tethered to her friend, so murdering him could have disastrous consequences. That hasn’t stopped Damon from stomping around and loudly declaring how much he’d like to rip Kai’s twisted little heart right out of his chest, but it’s not like the older Salvatore has ever needed an excuse for drama.

That leaves Kai Parker alive, for now at least, and that means he’ll have to be handled accordingly. Right now, he’s locked away in the cell in the Salvatore house basement, but you’ll still have to do something with him before too long, if anything to shut up the constant source of complaining emanating from the downstairs area. Stefan says it ruins his beauty sleep.

And, for some reason, the above problems have convinced the Salvatore brothers to call upon you of all people. Sure, you’re probably one of the more sensible members of your little friend group, but that shouldn’t mean you’re the one they contact for every murderous lunatic to ever hit Mystic Falls. Goodness knows it would totally destroy your travel plans.

You stalk through the halls of the Salvatore House. Stefan greets you at the door and is hurriedly following you through the rooms, alternating between apologizing for needing you yet again and attempting to extract promises that you will actually help them with this.

“It’s not like we want to do this, obviously, but you’ve got a great track record for fixing these sorts of things, and I thought it was best that Damon not handle this, or Bonnie, so–”

You come to an abrupt stop at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, cutting Stefan off with an icy stare. “And that left me, I suppose? I’d lecture you about how much I don’t want to do this, but I assume you can guess at that.”

Stefan winces. “Yeah, I kind of got that. Will you do it, though?”

You sigh, casting an irritable glance down the stairs where Kai waits somewhere in a cell below you. “I will. You totally owe me, though.”

Stefan lets out an audible sigh of relief. “You can act on that favor any time, I swear. Just see what you can do, alright?”

“We’ll see,” you allow.

In truth, you have no idea how well this is going to work. Kai is, well, Kai, and that means he’s not prone to helping anyone out if he can help it. Odds are, you’re going to try to talk to him and see if he can be trusted just for him to threaten to drain your blood or something else like that. None of you have any better idea what to do with him, though, so you’ll just have to suffer along.

You tell Stefan to stay upstairs while you’re wrangling Kai, something the younger Salvatore is only too happy to agree with. Once he’s gone, you allow yourself one last moment of relative peace, then descend to the cells below.

Kai Parker is sitting morosely on the ground, leaning up against the far wall of the cell. He looks up when he hears you approach. “Are you here to let me out?”

You scoff. “What, so you can launch another mass murder attempt? Not a chance, Parker.”

“I prefer Kai,” he says, appearing by the grate in the door in the blink of an eye so he can stare directly at you, grinning all the while, “I don’t really like being reminded of my family. I’m sure you can understand.”

“Okay, Kai,” you shrug, “Are you planning on killing more people the moment you leave this cell?”

Kai narrows his eyes. “Why are you bothering to ask me this? Yes, obviously. Unless you were going to let me out if I said no. In that case, I would be a perfectly good boy and wouldn’t shed a single drop of blood. I would devote my life to the pursuit of kindness and volunteer service, and–”

You cut him off with a deep sigh. “You’re right, bad question. Look, can you just tell me what it would take for you to change your answer and actually mean it? Neither of us want you in this basement forever.”

Kai just laughs. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not your friend, and I’m never going to be. The second the lock in this door fails, I am going to break out. I am going to kill who I please and enjoy it all the while, and you’re no exception just because you’re trying to talk to me or some nonsense like that. I want you dead, Y/N. Truly.”

His smile is saccharine, and you want to throttle him through the bars of this cage were it not for the fact that this is obviously the reaction he wants.

“Alright, then,” you manage, “Die in here. I hope you do. No food or drink for you, and certainly no blood. I can’t wait to watch you starve. By the end of it, you’ll be wishing you were back in that prison world of yours.”

Kai must be able to sense how serious you are about that threat, because his playful demeanor drops in an instant. “You can’t mean that. You need me alive so Elena doesn’t accidentally die in her coma.”

“That’s why your head is still affixed to your shoulders,” you observe, “Doesn’t mean you won’t be a skeleton by the time she wakes up. You know, if boredom doesn’t kill you first.”

With that, you turn around and head back up the stairs. Kai’s shouts echo up around you, calling for you to turn around and let him out or something, anything. It’s like music to your ears.

Stefan looks up, surprised, when you emerge onto the main floor once more. “Well, that was fast. Any ideas what we should do with him?”

“Kill him,” you say tersely.

Stefan groans. “Trust me, we would if we could, but we can’t risk Elena like that. Is there seriously no way you can get a lead on this guy?”

You shake your head, flopping down into a nearby armchair. “Not unless I come back and try to crack him, like, every day until forever.”

There’s a conspicuous silence from Stefan, and you stare at him incredulously. “Stefan, no. You can’t do this to me.”

He smiles apologetically. “Does me repeating our endless gratitude help in any way?”

“It does not,” you tell him, but it’s not like that does anything at all.

Kai’s attitude does not improve the next day, nor the next, nor the one after that. You thought this was a failed idea from the first minute, but a week later Kai must realize that you’re not going anywhere, because he starts to break at last.

“Are you really going to keep up with this until I die or something?” He asks one day, head leaned idly up against the wall of his cell.

“Yes, unfortunately,” you say. “Does that make you more willing to cooperate?”

“I have never cooperated a day in my life, and I certainly don’t plan to now,” he says smugly.

You roll your eyes. “Trust me, I know.”

Kai frowns. “Out of curiosity, why is it that you of all people got stuck with this job? I would have thought Stefan would have taken it upon himself to be heroic or self-sacrificial and done it.”

You shake your head. “No, unfortunately. See, whenever one of the Salvatores does something stupid like turn off their humanity, I’m usually the one they bring in to convince them to feel things again. I went to the Lexi School of Emotional Manipulation and now I’m great at it.”

Kai snorts. “Should I know who Lexi is?”

“One of Stefan’s old friends,” you say dismissively.

“Not an old girlfriend of yours?” Kai asks innocently.

You look at him quizzically. “No, not in the slightest. Why would you think that?”

Kai shrugs casually. “I figured it wasn’t too far out of the question. You’re a handsome young man, she was present, things happen.”

You almost choke on your laughter, surprising both yourself and Kai. “I’m honored to hear you think I’m handsome. I’ll remember that.”

“Don’t,” Kai advises you, but he’s grinning too, and. Well. You hadn’t counted on having a good time, but when Damon texts you to say he needs something again, you actually feel disappointed to leave. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Kai’s face registers the same unhappiness when you go. Do you know better, though? Do you know anything at all?

The trend continues for a while, actually. Soon enough, you’re looking forward to your talks with Kai instead of dreading them. You’re not sure what they’re accomplishing, in all honesty, but Stefan says that Kai is quieter, tries to escape less frequently, so maybe it’s doing something after all. Maybe you’re really doing this. Maybe it’s all worth it, more than just to you.

It all comes to a head a month after Kai appeared in the Salvatore basement. A group of vampire hunters makes themselves known in Mystic Falls. They break into the Salvatore house, looking for the brothers. You, Bonnie, Stefan, and Damon are occupied with other business, and you come back to destruction of property and vague threats pinned to your door.

What’s worse, the hunters looked pretty thoroughly in the house. Damon appears at the top of the stairs to the basement, face grim. “The door to Kai’s cell was opened,” he says slowly, “He’s gone.”

You suck in a breath. It makes sense, of course; if Kai could talk someone into giving him a key, there is no reason he wouldn’t run, but for some reason it hurts like hell anyway. You really thought you were making progress. You really thought–

Well, what did you think? That he would happily stay in a cell if he had a chance to escape? That you could convince Kai Parker, known murderer Kai Parker, to become a good man? Ridiculous. You may have had success getting friends to turn their humanity on in the past, but that means absolutely nothing when it comes to Kai. It was foolish of you to believe that you could do something like that, and even more foolish to be hurt by the thought of him leaving.

The hunters have to be dealt with, obviously, so your group takes to the town once again, splitting up to cover the most ground and do damage control before something bad happens again. You’re turning down an alley in the search of gun-toting weirdos when you hear something behind you, and then there they are, maybe half a dozen all pointing various weapons at your head.

You raise your hands slowly. “Easy there. Let’s not murder me quite yet.”

One of the hunters grunts. “He’s not a Salvatore.”

Another one speaks. “He’s a friend of theirs, though. That’s good enough to die.”

Not if you have anything to say about it. You pull a gun from your belt and manage to get off a few shots before the hunters recover from their shock and fire back at you. You are able to take out about three of the six, but they’re still shooting at you and you have absolutely nowhere to run.

Just as you’re certain that your luck has run out, the shots cut off abruptly. You look back at them in time to see the last of the hunters fall to the ground. The sick, metallic scent of blood slicks through the air, and someone steps over their bodies. It’s– it’s Kai, of all people, but he’s injured, stumbling as he tries to make some joke about how surprised you look right now.

You catch him before he hits the pavement. The front of his shirt is dark with blood, and he groans in pain when you press your hands to the injuries in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

“I’m not linked to Elena,” he gasps weakly, “She’s not going to die.”

“I don’t care about that,” you whisper furiously, “I don’t want to lose you.”

With a chill, you realize you’re not lying. It’s not just because he saved your life, either, which is wholly unexpected. It’s because you’ve come to like spending time with him each day, and you were terrified that you were never going to see him again once he escaped the cell. You don’t want to live without him. You’re not sure that you can.

You desperately try to staunch the flow of blood from his veins. “What happened to you wanting to kill me, huh? You saved my life, it’s not like you.”

“Wasn’t,” he corrects slowly, “wasn’t like me. Guess we can all change if we want it enough.”

You frown. “What do you want, Kai?”

His eyes are dark in this night, not even the stars above can touch them. “You.”

Your blood feels cold as it runs through you. “What?”

Kai manages to find the strength to roll his eyes. “I know, I know. That was dramatic. I’m being honest, though, Y/N.”

“I know,” you whisper.

When you check his wounds again, you’re grateful to see that the skin is starting to knit together again. You’ve managed to hold him together through the worst of it, which means that he’s going to live. It also means that you have time, now, more time to think about what this means for the two of you, what you’re going to do with this information. You want him too, you realize. You want all of it, and for once, you have the perfect opportunity to have it, too.

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cutetehe · 2 years

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Diavolo dad banishes Male mc because he’s making the brothers “to soft”

Little story

Mc and the brothers were invited to Diavolo castle for a banquet, they didn’t know that Diavolo dad would be there

Diavolo also didn’t know his dad would be coming either

Everyone was enjoying themselves until smoke appeared into the room and then someone appeared

Diavolo dad pops out of the smoke and looks around, almost like he’s looking for somebody

(for the sake of making this short I’m gonna call Diavolo dad king)

“You.” The king

“uh, yo” Mc responds nervously

“Are you Mc?” The king walks towards Mc

“Damn am I that famous?” Mc jokes- trying to calm himself down because he’s literally INFRONT of the king

“I’ll take that as a yes” the king then lifts up mc and Diavolo tries to ask his dad what’s he’s doing

“What are you doing?”Diavolo asks

“Getting rid of the problem” The king responds

“What do you mean problem? If you are talking about Mc are you wrong-" Lucifer was cut off by the king

“This thing is making you all to soft, and we can’t have that, now can we?”

“ I’m making them soft? Do you mean helping them grow to be better people” mc snaps back

“Tsk” the king opens a portal to the human world and tosses mc into it

“I hereby banish you from devildom” The king says bluntly

“WAIT-” Mc was cut off by the portal closing

Lucifer

Everything happened so fast

One minute everyone was enjoying themselves the next you got fucking banished

“Like mc said, he was helping us not making us soft” Lucifer argued

“well he’s gone so it’s to late” The king responds

“AY BRING MC BACK” Mammon yells

The brothers and Diavolo tried to convince the king to not banish mc

“I don’t know why you guys think you can convince me to bring it back, when have I ever brought someone back after banishing them?” The king says before leaving

Lucifer asks barbatos to take him to the human world

Barbatos was also affected by Diavolo dad, Diavolo dad cursed Babratos by taking away his powers until Mc dies

Barbatos explains he can’t and Lucifer gets angry

Lucifer is gonna spend everyday trying to find a way to get to the human world

Whenever he gets close to figuring out to getting to the human world it goes wrong

Works with Diavolo to find a way to get you back

If you two DO reunite he’s gonna be so happy

years of experimenting he can finally see you in the human world thanks to the help of his brothers and Diavolo

Lucifer isn’t the type to cry but he finally reunited with his lover friend after a long time so don’t blame him for crying

“LUCIFERRRR” Mc cries into Lucifer shoulder

“I tried finding a way to devildom but it seems you beat me to it” Mc says while hugging onto Lucifer tighter

“Yep, it seems I have” Lucifer says enjoying the moment

Lucifer and Mc enjoy the moment until the rest of the brothers come

Mammon

Doesn’t know where he got the courage to argue to the king but that coward left before he could curse!

“THAT COWARD LEFT” Mammon yells

“Mammon calm down, we shouldn’t waste our time with him and try finding a way to get to mc” Lucifer says

Mammon gets grimm and pays some of his debts for information on how to get to the human world

He worked with Lucifer and Diavolo for a bit before asking other people

He still works with Diavolo and Lucifer but he has a side quest

And that side quest is paying people to tell him ways to get grimm

He spends one year saving up grimm to get information out of a witch who travels in and out of the human world regularly

“Please, give me information on how to get to the human world”

“You must be desperate, you’ve spent a year to save up grimm and somehow succeeed, I didn’t expect you to make it far” The witch says while taking out some stuff

“Just tell me how to get to the human world” Mammon says getting impatient

“Alright, alright here’s what you need and what you need to do” The witch explains everything and Mammon leaves as soon as the witch gets done explaining

Mammon does everything and nothing happens

Mammon sighs, he’s more sad than angry

Mammon is about to cry until a portal opens

Mammon quickly goes through and finds you

You and mammon reunite

Mc thought he was dreaming when he saw mammon

“Mammon?” Mc turns towards mammon

“Mc?”

Mc and mammon run to each other and hug

“MAMMMON I THOUGHT ID NEVER SEE YOU” Mc says while crying happily

“IT TOOK ME AWHILE BUT I DID IT” Mammon smiles

Mammon tells mc everything that happened

“I tried finding a way to you guys, solomon tried to help me but he was also banished from devildom for being friends with me” Mc sighs

“Wait solomon is here aswell?”

“Not at the moment but we are living together” Mc smiles

Mammon would usually feel jealous but he’s glad that you had company

“Let’s go see my brothers, I’m sure they miss you”

LEVIATHAN

Stunned

Doesn’t know if he should say something

Leviathan just watched his favorite person just get banished, of course he’s stunned

“LEVIATHAN SUMMON LOTAN!” mammon yells and without thinking he summons lotan

“..uh oh” The king disappears but he did get injured by lotan

Levi looks all over the internet to find a way to the human world

He worked with mammon for a couple of days until he decided to work my himself

Leviathan looked through every site and cried every time it failed

Was the first one to think “..wait a minute didn’t mc have his D.D.D?”

Leviathan found out that Mc left his D.D.D in his room

Leviathan holds onto his D.D.D just in case if he meets mc again

One day he find a sketchy website that promised that this ritual will be easy way to the human world

Out of desperation he does all the steps and waits

he waits for two minutes and sighs

Leviathan was about to blow out the candles when all of a sudden a portal opens up

“..it actually worked” Leviathan carefully goes through and spot you

Leviathan looks around and sees he is in the woods

You looked like you were also trying to make the same portal but missed a couple of stuff

“dammit, it didn’t work” Mc says while picking up all the candles

“You did it wrong” Leviathan says

“oh thanks leviathan- wait WHAT LEVI”

“hi mc” Leviathan looked nervous, he didn’t know if you still liked him

“LEVIATHAN I MISSED YOUUU” Mc hugs leviathan

“I MISSED YOU TOOOO” Leviathan says hugging mc back

Mc and leviathan talks and leviathan remembers about his brothers

“Hey mc I wanted to give you something” Leviathan says digging in his pockets

“Oh what is it?” mc says

“Here!” Leviathan gives you your DDD

Mc hugs leviathan tightly

“Thank you leviathan” Mc smiles

Mc let’s go of the embrace

“I bet you want to see my brothers more than me so I’ll go get them”

“I want to see all of you, please don’t say that I’d prefer to see them more than you. I cherish you all the same” mc says

“Right my bad” Leviathan smiles before going to get his brothers

SATANNNNNM

“…was that Diavolo dad?” Satan ask

“Yes and he hasn’t changed one bit” Lucifer says

Satan didn’t think he was serious when banished for “making the brothers to soft” ..like what?

After a week he realized “oh shit he wasn’t lying” Satan then goes into research

He thought it would be easy to find a way to get you back

It was after he looked through EVERY BOOK is when he realized that this would’t be easy

It’s been two months and he hasn’t made any progress

He got angry and destroyed his room

Had to sleep in your room until it got fixed and now he misses you even more

He starts getting so desperate that he worked with Lucifer

After two years Lucifer and Satan finally did it

“ah.. we did it” Satan says calmly trying to not freak out

“Mhm”

After a couple of seconds of staring at the portal Lucifer finally spoke

“Well, aren’t you gonna go through?” Lucifer asks

“You aren’t coming?” Satan says

“I am, I just want to give you both some space” Lucifer says

“Lucifer..” Satan was about to thank him but didn’t and walks through the portal

Satan sees Mc

“Mc!” Satan yells

Mc looks around confused on who said his name until his eyes land on Satan

“Satan?” Mc ask confused

“I thought you’d be a lot happier” Satan says

“OH MY GOD ITS ACTUALLY YOU” Mc runs at Satan and hugs him

“Looks like you’ve missed me” Satan says all smug (internally he’s trying to not cry out of happiness)

“OF COURSE I AM! ITS BEEN TWO YEAARSS” mc cries

Satan finally breaks

“You got me crying too” Satan says smiling

“I’ve missed you so much- I’ve been working everyday to find a way to you and even worked with Lucifer” Satan says hugging onto mc tighter like mc is gonna disappear again

“I’ve been finding a way to you guys too!” Mc responds

Mc and satan talk a little until Satan gets his brothers

“Don’t go disappearing on me again Mc” Satan jokes before leaving to get his brothers

I’m gonna do all my requests now because some of thing are really interesting (Speaking of requests send me some)

MASTERLIST

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venuscrashed · 7 months

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Star Soup

I wanted to try out the oc thing so here…

No pronouns used but intended as gn!reader

Surrounding by stars and the void you looked back at your first encounter with him.

Your family and you were in the hospital. You all surrounded the hospital bed of your mother. She laid there with tears in her eyes as your father quietly yelled at her. He was berating her, calling her names and blaming her if he gets caught.

“You goddamn idiot. If my business gets investigated by the goddamn police I will beat you.” He spit harshly in his thick country accent. “All cause you couldn’t watch what you eat. You fat pig. Telling everyone where my stash is!”

She cried and pleaded with him. Begging for her life, begging to be forgiven. She truly didn’t want her husband to go to jail, let alone beat her. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed through tears. “I mean it! I didn’t know. I’ll check next time.”

“Next time? Next time!” Your father yelled.

“Leave her alone! She didn’t know.” You yelled at him pulling him away from your mother. Only for you to regret it as he turned towards you. “I’m-“ before you could finish you heard a slapping sound. Your face burned, he started to yell but your fight or flight instinct kicked in.

Your feet started to move and soon you were running out of the hospital. Behind you, you could hear the sounds of your father yelling. You ran into the forest, the trees surrounding you.

“Let me get off of this damn planet!” Only you fell deeper into it. You screamed as you fell to the floor. Scraps and blood was on your knees, soaking through your pants. The sound of the forest grew as nature came to life at night. The darkness surrounded you, engulfing you in it as a comfort blanket but only gave you fear. Looking up at the sky as a pale blue light blinded you. “God?”

The light above you began to grow. Within it another source of light was born. Rocks and pebbles began to float as gravity was turned off. Soon pieces of the ufo came into view. It glowed and tony sources of light illuminated its silhouette.

The ufo lowered to the point where it was only hovering above the trees. Your hair started to float and soon you were lifted up off the ground. The sound of the ufo engine cut of your screams. The bright light blinded you as you floated closer.

Animals and people watched as your kidnapping took place. News cameras and phones were videoing it. None daring to help you. Your father stood there with his mouth opened, his business won’t get investigated now. Your siblings and mother watched from the window. Your mothers scream grew louder, unknowing to you.

You fell onto the cold, hard floor. The room was blinding with different colored lights painting it. Footsteps could be heard as they came closer to you.

“Captain! You were successfully,” an eager, young voice yelled.

Murmurs was heard around the room but by the time your eyes adjusted someone was in front of you. A man was crouching in front of you. His electric blue hair covered parts of his hair but from what you can tell he was handsome. His hand reached out to your shoulder and his lips were moving.

He violently shook you, then his voice made way to your head. “Hey!”

“Huh?” You stared at him as he chuckled lowly. His soft smile quickly faded to a stone cold look, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you okay? We didn’t mean to scare you but you looked like you needed us.” He gestured to the rest of the crew as they stood there. One awkwardly wave before they ran down the hall behind them. Two fingers were placed on your chin as the man in front of you checked you over.

“Ma, Kyla,” he firmly said while two woman turned towards him. “Go to the infirmary and get rid of these injuries. Have SiR check for further problems internally.” He turned back towards you and lifted you off of the ground. “I’m Vetex, glad to me you!” His hand sat there in the air as you stared at it, “shouldn’t you shake it?”

“What? Oh yea! Sorry.”

An older woman took you by the arm and lead you down the hall. Looking back, you saw Vetex command the whole ship.

A tall woman popped into your view as she bashfully smiled. “Hi there! I’m Kyla, I’m the nurse in training.”

“Training?” You whispered as you studied the ship.

“Yup. That over there is Ma. She’s like the mom of the group and is the human nurse.” Kyla saw the fear in your eyes as she laughed and grabbed your other arm. “Don’t worry. SiR is the robot nurse. You know? Safety Robot.”

Her tone made it hard to understand if she was nice or not. It was on the brink of teasing and teaching, country accents.

Two doors separated and a room filled with medical technology. A robot that imitated a male with both his looks and demeanor watched as the three of you walked in. The medical instruments started up with a beep and soon you were being scanned. The robotic hand let out a green light while in another computer your health was being transported.

“Healthy,” SiR had said in a robotic voice.

“See SiR is the nurse cause he’s like programmed for that.”

SiR grabbed your arm and stuck five needles in it. You let out a gasp of pain as he turned away.

“But we have the Ma cause she understand pain. Cause you know that happens.” Kyla smiled before pulling you towards a table. “Get on there. Ma will clean those cuts.”

Looking around you saw all three of the nurses, or two and one training, be in their natural environment. “When can I go home?” Your voice was groggy and sounded hoarse due to your crying. You internally yelled at yourself for being so pathetic.

Ma placed down a bowl and a box next to you. She wore a sympathetic smile and started to clean your cuts. “You’re not going home. You’re apart of us now. Apart of our family.” She squeezed your hand in an attempt to comfort and you would be lying if you said it didn’t help.

“But why?” God, you hated how your voiced came out pathetic. It was irritating despite the fact you just got kidnapped.

“You’re one of us! And we stick together,” Kyla yelled as she was practically jumping up and down. “We were all livin a bad life before we came here. Space changed the way we were. And boy I don’t regret it.”

In the background, pans and metal objects could be heard falling. Kyla groaned while running, screaming something about SiR crashing again. Ma had finish up cleaning your cuts and she gave the softest smile you had ever received. She patted your back before getting up to leave.

You swung you feet back and forth as the ship gained speed. Slowly everything began to lift off of the surfaces. Gravity was being slowly lost until it all fell back down again. A window sat high up the wall, showing the stars running by. Earth grew smaller and smaller until it blended in with the rest of the stars.

“Space. Who would have thought?”

“Certainly not me.” The voice of the captain caused you to jump. Your pupils dilated as he moved closer. He watched as you scooted away, how your hands were shaking but your eyes told a different story.

“Vetex? I mean captain!”

“Vertex is fine. Although don’t tell anyone else that you could call me that.” He winked and gave a sly smile.

“Shouldn’t you be driving the ship?”

He hummed, staring at the wall. For a couple of moments nothing had happen until he grabbed your arm. He quickly pulled you into the hallway before the nurses could see.

“Captain? I mean Vetex.”

“My co pilot is driving. He’s got it, went to flight school or something.”

He went down several different hallways. Making lefts and tights while picking up the pace. The ship was a lot bigger than originally thought, but it seems everyone knows where everything is. Truly like a home.

He finally stopped in front of two metal doors. They slide open and reveled a grand kitchen. No one was in it but it was freshly cleaned. I’m t was made of crystal like material. Fresh ingredients sat out in the counter.

Vetex had moved to a door in the wall. He pulled out a magenta box and went straight to the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked lowly while slowly walking towards him.

“I’m making star soup. My mom would make it for me when I was sad.”

“I’m not sad though.”

He turned his head towards. Looking you up and down before going back to cooking. The pot was heated up and the soup was dumped in. The place smelled comforting, a different childhood then the one you had.

“Go sit down. The soup will be done soon.”

There was an eating area connected to the kitchen. A small table sat in front of a glass wall. Now you could tell that you left your far from earth. It seems that the ship is leaving the galaxy.

A bowl was slammed down in front of you. Vertex smiled as he sat on the other side of the table.

You stared down at the soup. It didn’t look to be poison nor disgusting. It seemed to be regular soup.

He watched as you slowly took a bite. His smile grew bigger as you ate more. Vertex raised his hand and cupped your face. He pushed back a strand of hair before pulling your chin closer to his. He stared into your eyes as you felt his breath on your face.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” he whispered before letting you go.

You say they’re frozen, “What? Keep me?”

“Yup, originally we were going to sell you but I like you. So your mine now.”

“Sell me?” Sell you? Alarms were set off in your head. This was clearly not right.

You bolted out of the room causing your chair to fall down. You ran down the hall trying to run away. There could be smaller ships attached, you thought to yourself. Maybe we weren’t that far from Earth?

Finally you found a door leading to ships. There were rows of smaller ships. Some looked ready for war while others look liked oranges.

Freedom was at your feet before you were pulled back. Vetex somehow caught up to you, he seemed tired. His face held no expression as you thrashed around in his arms.

“Let me go!” You demanded. Trying to bite or scratch him but he wouldn’t budge. He was dragging you to a room that you didn’t want to stick around to see.

“I said you were mine,” he threw you into a room. It had a bed with decorative trophies. “Why should I let you go?” He crouched in front of you. His hand grabbed your chin as he stared at you with a bored expression. He brought a knife out, tracing it along your face. Here and there he would press it harder so that blood was dripping.

You cried, begging to be let go but he didn’t care. He locked your wrist with a metal gadget. It linked up to his own and you could see all your information on it. Your vitals and location were in bright red as he looked back at you.

“You’re never going to leave. I’ll make sure of that.”

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x ftm reader #x male y/n #x male reader #oc #my oc #My oc vetex #Vetex #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #venuscrashed

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 6 months

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After The Fall Will You Lift Me Up

Prompt: Fall

Note: Do I know that the prompt was talking about the season? Yes. Did I choose to take massive creative liberties with it? Absolutely.

Summary: After a serious head injury, Azula is left with permanent after effects.

Splat!

Face first as always.

Spirits, forbid she ever falls backwards. She supposes that this is a good thing. At least this way she can catch herself before her face meets the mud.

Sometimes she doesn’t.

It is probably hilarious to outsiders. Outsiders and people who don’t like her, people who have just been itching for her to fall. And she had. And she keeps doing it in every sense of the word. Indeed, it is funny to those people.

But to anyone who has a combination of context and sympathy, it is anything but.

Sokka holds out his hand.

Azula can’t bring herself to take it yet.

Right now the ground seems mighty welcoming. Right now she just wants to lay here, facedown, just letting herself be miserable. Just absolutely basking in her own distress. It isn’t healthy, she knows it. But there is a part of her that has become enamored with her own suffering–if she romanticizes it enough, maybe it won’t hurt as much.

Maybe she can find happiness and beauty in all that makes her upset.

Sokka joins her on the ground, in the mud. “Whenever you’re ready, we can go home and get you a bath and some dry clothes.”

She isn’t ready.

She isn’t even ready to talk. She is, however, ready to cry, scream, tear her own hair out. It shouldn’t be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be. She was supposed to be powerful, unstoppable, unbeatable.

Now she has this glaring weakness that she can’t shake. That there is nothing at all she can do to get rid of.

She swallows hard and brings her fingers to that spot on the back of her head. Her hair has grown back but the scar is still there beneath. She can feel it. She can feel Sokka’s hand take hers. She squeezes it hard.

She hasn’t been the same since that mishap.

Sokka blames himself.

To be brutally frank, she blames him too.

She doesn’t say it out loud but she can never bring herself to tell him otherwise when her tearfully mumbles, “this is all my fault…I-I did this.”

Because he did.

He did do this to her.

Not that she hadn’t played her part.

He rubs her back. “You should sit up. It can’t be comfortable down there.”

It isn’t not comfortable. The mud is kind of soft and she was already soaked from the downpour anyways. She flexes her fingers, feeling the mud embed itself between her fingernails. Her servants aren’t going to be pleased about that when they have to deal with her manicure. It doesn’t matter how thoroughly she washes her hands, somehow they always seem to know.

She stares at her hand. She stares at the ripple that the rain makes in the puddles. Before the incident she had never really taken a moment to truly immerse herself in rain and in earth. She had never appreciated it.

Mud smells quite nice, cozy. It makes her skin soft and puts a healthy glow in it. If nothing else, aside from the bruises, her new friendship with the ground has been good for her skin. She has come to enjoy the smell of moss too.

She allows Sokka to help her sit upright. Beads of rainwater drop down her face. They drop from the tip of her nose and slip down her cheeks. She is glad that they do because Sokka can’t tell that she is crying–so long as she doesn’t do that ugly thing with her face…

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes again.

It isn’t alright, not at all. But she says that it is. She has forgiven him anyways and that is close enough to it being alright.

“I didn’t mean to do it.” He says again. She has heard this spiel before. Over and over again since his boomerang had struck her.

“I know.” She replies.

She knows but it doesn’t change what it has done to her. What it has taken from her. The force had broken something in–the doctors argue over whether that something has broken in her spine or her brain. Or if it is both.

It doesn’t matter, whichever it is, it has left her vulnerable. It has left her weak. Falling is the most common and most inconvenient. It was the first sign that something was terribly amiss. One time had been a fluke. Twice had been part of the recovery process. Thrice had been a touch concerning but surely it would go away once she healed fully.

It never went away. She falls all the time. On and off and with no warning at all, she loses sensation in her legs. And then she buckles. She is terrified that one day sensation won’t return. That, that dull tingling that comes with her falls will subside and she won’t be able to walk again.

Her vision isn’t right either. Things are blurrier now when she doesn’t wear those glasses that she hates. She tries not to wear them in public, when giving speeches, or when attending council meetings. Sokka says that they make her look really smart. She thinks that they look silly and make her look ridiculous.

Sometimes she has trouble talking. Now and then her speech comes out slurred. So maybe she should wear the glasses more often; perhaps if they make her looks smart it will counteract how stupid her awkward speech makes her look.

She is not stupid. She swears that her injury hasn’t taken any of her wit from her. But the way people would react if they heard her talk when something in her slips up and fires wrong–or doesn’t fire at all…

Agni, she could only imagine what people would think of her if they had heard her the first month after her injury.

“I won’t let you fall again.” He promises.

She knows that. He has gotten pretty good at catching her before she meets the floor. These days he is usually able to catch her before anyone notices that she is about to fall. And he is clever about that too. He will sweep her into a hug or lift her off of her feet. It is a little embarrassing in itself, but the public tends to find it endearing that they are so openly affectionate with one another. It had done a good job in warming people up to firebenders and waterbenders starting relationships with one another.

But he doesn’t always catch her. Sometimes he is distracted, sometimes he is too far from her, sometimes he just isn’t fast enough and every now and again he isn’t around at all.

It is the worst when she is alone. When her face is pressed against the carpet. Worse still if she is in the throne room and she has to lay on the hardwood floor with her head throbbing from the impact; this is what leaves her worried that one day sensation won’t return to her.

What if she falls in just the wrong way and rattles something else loose?

She is shivering all over and it has nothing to do with the rain’s chill.

“It’s alright, you’re going to be alright.” Sokka insists as he lifts her into his arms. “We’ll take you to Katara and she can…”

She doesn’t want to hear it. He has been insisting for almost a year now that Katara could heal her. There are some injuries that run so deep that they can’t be healed. She has been changed and she has to live with that. He has to live with that.

“I shouldn’t have thrown the boomerang at your head.” He mentions again.

And she shouldn’t have been trying to hurt her own brother. She shouldn’t have done a lot of things. There are a whole lot of shouldn’t haves. She supposes that, now, the only things left are the ‘should do’s’.

There should have been apologies. There were.

There should have been attempts to heal her. There were.

There should be attempts to make her as comfortable as can be. There are.

There should be attempts to make her feel loved. There are.

For all of the trouble this has caused her, it has earned her some friends. It has earned her the love and help that she has been in such dire need of from the start. This is what makes it easier to stomach.

For every thing that has been lost or altered, something has come to fill in the holes. She supposes that she has been adjusting well enough.

Really it only bothers her when she has too much time to think.

For the most part, she has been doing well; she doesn’t cry as much, she isn’t lonely anymore. Her speech might lack clarity occasionally but she has people to talk to and she is better at communicating with them. If anything her damaged speech has forced her to communicate better.

“I’m alright, Sokka.” She insists finally. “I’d like to get out of the cold though.” Out of the cold and into one of those nice warm baths. The ones with firelily petals, scented soaps, and candles.

.oOo.

She lifts her hand out of the water and watches the water rush back into the spring. The churning water bubbling against her back is amazingly soothing. It takes the edge off of the aches that her falls usually leave her with.

She is not surprised to find new bruises on her knees, calves, and elbows. This time there are small cuts on her left palm and both knees from where the rocks and gravel had nipped her. She pulls her legs up to her chest and watches the steam rise.

She supposes that this is the best part of falling—the comfort that she is offered. These nice little baths with Sokka where he lets her sit in his lap while he shampoos her hair and kisses her neck and all along her spine. He kisses her shoulders too, she likes this the most.

She closes her eyes and exhales.

“Feel any better?” Sokka asks.

She nods. “Significantly.”

Sokka smiles. “Good. I was getting a little worried. You seemed…off? Upset?”

Azula purses her lips, her brows pinching ever so slightly. “I was. Just a little bit.” She confesses. She had promised that she would at least try to express how she feels more. “I’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” He asks. He parts her hair and kisses the back of her neck once more. His arms come to hold her around the middle. She cups her hands over his and nods.

The ground isn’t so bad when she has someone to lift her from it.

It isn’t so bad when it reminds her that people care for her now.

#avatar the last airbender #sokkla saturdays 2023 #azula #sokka #sokkla #fanfiction #Sokkla saturdays

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needlepine · 1 year

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what about umm needletail for bingo?

Thank you to the brave soul who asked for Needletail, you are about to get a manifesto

Soooo basically ummmm uhhh so like um basically ummm so uhhh like

Needletail, right? (This is gonna run long, surprising no one)

Needletail has been my favorite character since I first started reading AVoS, which was probablyyyyy like 2018. Before her, my favorite character had been Crookedstar for like A DECADE almost, so I didn’t really expect to find another character I like as much as him, let alone more 😭 A combo of her characterization, place in the narrative, and wasted potential are what make me like her so much and yes you’re about to get an essay explaining all three

First and foremost, I am drawn to rebellious female characters, in general as well as in warriors. Needletail specifically is a little shit who clearly needs an attitude adjustment, acting as a foil to shy and insecure Alderheart. She also foils him in her allegiances, being willing to shortsightedly drive out her own clan, while Alderheart worries for the future of SkyClan and wants to bring them to the lake. I think that’s fun.

Bringing it back to: Needletail is mean. She is mean and rude, and yet Alderheart and Violetshine get to know her beyond that rough exterior. I see a lot of ppl talk about how “Needletail was a terrible friend and sister,” but I argue that it’s more nuanced than this. I believe we see her truest self with Alderpaw in The Apprentices’ Quest. She’s still rebellious and nosy and loves to speak out of turn, but she’s also well-meaning most of the time. Once Darktail comes into the picture, we see less of this, and I think we can and should blame Darktail for this.

I want to stress: she named HERSELF Needletail after Darktail. She was apprentice-age when Darktail started manipulating her and the rest of her friend group. She already had a rebellious streak, and the Kin encouraged it and told her she was right to rebel against her “weak” leader. They fostered a lack of empathy toward her clanmates. Even when she did finally start to come to grips with what she’d done, she was too scared to speak or act out against Darktail, who would (and DID, in the end) kill her for contradicting him. I will die on this hill that Needletail’s story arc was a tragedy about manipulation and desperately trying to right the wrongs she helped to enact. She had Darktail in her ear from a young age, and she did terrible things under him. Those things can coexist. For me though, it doesn’t erase the fact that she chose to try to do right by Violetpaw and the RiverClan prisoners in the end.

I’ve already touched on her place in the narrative as a foil to Alderheart, but she’s also a great tragic antihero in her own right. She made bad decisions and then slowly lost just about everything she cared about as a result of events she self-centeredly didn’t think would affect her. She lost Rain, she lost Darktail’s trust, she lost her former friends, she lost her place at the top of this new hierarchy. So, when she was faced with losing Violetpaw too, she made another decision (a rare selfless act) so that Violetpaw could not only escape, but rally the rest of the clans to get rid of Darktail for good. Her death scene is one of the most iconic and emotional scenes for me, and even though I adoreee Needletail, her sacrifice was well-built up to and well-written. I wouldn’t do anything to change it (THAT BEING SAID! It won’t stop me from my self-indulgent Needlebloom au where she gets to live and ACTUALLY atone for her crimes before getting to settle down and live her life. I wouldn’t want to change canon but I can have a lil self-indulgent au. As a treat).

And speaking of aus, I’ll wrap this up with Needletail’s wasted potential. I could go on but this is already really long lmao. I think above all that Needletail probably shouldn’t have gone to StarClan, or at least should have delayed going to StarClan. HEAR ME OUT. What if she had been there guiding Rootpaw/Rootspring in TBC? She could have had the “unfinished business” angle where she died young and felt like she wasn’t finished yet/still owed it to the clans to help them. Ik she got to kill Darktail in the Dark Forest alongside Violetshine (this scene was For Me and I loved it btdubs), but wouldn’t it have been so much more satisfying if she’d been around the whole time? Rootspring could’ve had someone else to confide in, and it would also give him a reason to actually have a full conversation with Violetshine, who SO frustratingly got shoved into the “Warrior Cats Background Mother Figure™” role immediately after she wasn’t a pov anymore. I guess TLDR, for such a big personality, Needletail fell away into the bg really quickly, and I def think she coulda been used more in TBC, given all the ghost shenanigans going on.

If you read this far, you’re a real one and I hope you enjoyed my ramblings on Needletail lmaoooo and ty again to anon for asking me to discuss the elephant in the room. Not sure whether I’ll answer more bingos after this one, but we’ll see!

#ask meme #needletail #also shouts out to harriertail once again #this time for spitballing that ‘needle guides root’ au #in love with that idea #WHY didn’t they do it 😭

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Dark [09]

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Sakamaki manor

Kou: Oh come on! Now isn’t the time to sleep, is it, Shuu-kun? Wakey, wakey~!

Shuu: Haah...Shut up. You two again...? What do you want today?

Subaru: ...The same crap again?

I thought we made ourselves clear that we don’t give a damn ‘bout who becomes Adam at this point in time?

Ruki: About that, the four of us actually sat down one more time to discuss the matter.

And we believe that there must be a good reason why that man decided to pass down his powers to Ayato.

Kou: In other words~ If some other random guy suddenly appears to try and take those away from Ayato...

It means that something bad must be waiting to happen, no?

Reiji: ...I see. So you have come to the conclusion that we should attempt to rescue those two as soon as possible?

Ruki: Well, I suppose that’s what it comes down to.

Kou: As to be expected of Reiji-kun! You’re quick to understand! Anyway, the four us did a bit of investigating.

And we believe that Ayato-kun and M-neko-chan are most likely at the manor of this guy named Kino.

Shuu: Kino...? So he’s the aforementioned...?

Ruki: Yes. The guy who claims himself to be your brother.

Laito: Hmm, Kino-kun...huh? Then shouldn’t we head over there quickly to go save those two?

According to what you told us the other day, this Resistance Group going by the name of ‘Raven’ consists entirely of Ghouls aside from Kino-kun, right? And not Vampires?

Subaru: Hah! It’d be a piece of cake then! We should be able to wrap them up before mornin’ comes.

Ruki: Well...If things go according to plan, at least.

Reiji: ...Is there anything?

Ruki: ...No, it’s nothing. Well then, let us be on our way.

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Kino’s manor

Laito: So this is the place?

Kou: That’s what our Familiars told us but...

Shuu: ...What’s this? It’s suspiciously quiet.

Laito: They’re probably asleep? Come on, let’s get this over with nice and quick.

ー They enter the manor

Kanato: Nobody’s...around.

Subaru: Oi, Kou! I thought you did your proper research!?

Kou: Eeh~!? You’re putting the blame on me!? How could you, Subaru-kun!

Ruki: Sh! Be quiet! I believe I heard something just no...Guh!?

Kou: ...! Ruki-kun!?

Ruki: ...! So it was a trap after all!

ー They are suddenly surrounded

??? A: So you fell for it, Vampires! We shall settle the score here once and for all!

??? B: We shall get rid of all of you and bring true peace to this World...!

Shuu: ...These guys...Vampire Hunters...!?

Laito: Vampire Hunters!? Why would they be here...!?

Shuu: We can think about that later! Here they come!

*BANG BANG*

*WOOSH*

Kanato: Why...How did this happen!?

Kou: Ruki-kun, are you alright...!? Hang in there...!

Ruki: Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worr...Ugh...

Reiji: Anyway, it would be dangerous to stay here in the human world any longer. Well then, let us go!

Shuu: ...A Vampire is working together with the Church...?

Who on earth is that Kino guy...?

ー They pass through the gate to the Demon World

Monologue

Right before we left the manor,

I found an opening to talk to Ayato-kun.

Ayato-kun told me that for now,

we should do as Kino-kun says

and wait out the situation.

I shared this opinion.

Kino-kun had put a pair of handcuffs,

on Ayato-kun beforehand.

Apparently these handcuffs were special,

as they would keep his magic suppressed.

I am not doing this,

because Yuuri-san warned me not to resist,

but if I don’t approach this the right way,

I will only have to face the painful consequences.

I did try to ask him,

where exactly we were headed,

but just as I thought,

Kino-kun showed me an ambiguous smile in response, refusing to tell me.

While this would not be my first time,

visiting the Demon World,

when I would look at the area around me,

I felt as if we were headed,

somewhere I had never been before.

Time passes slowly over here.

So I have lost track of what day it is,

and for how long exactly,

our journey has been going on.

Then one day,

Kino-kun abruptly spoke up.

Yui: Eh? What was that...?

*Rustle*

Kino: ...Like I said, Rotigenberg. You wanted to know about it, no?

Our destination. The Cursed Wastelands of the Demon World...

Ayato: Tsk...

Yui: ...?

( I’m pretty sure Ayato-kun’s expression changed just now... )

Selection

→ Check up on Kino-kun (<3)

Yui: ( I’m curious but Kino-kun has forbidden me from talking with Ayato-kun, period... )

Kino: ...Hm? Is something the matter? Ah, are you curious about Rotigenberg, perhaps?

Yui: ...Yeah.

Kino: Well, I guess that’s something to look forward to for when we get there. Fufu...

Yui: ( That only gets me even more curious...! )

→ Check up on Ayato-kun

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( ...? Huh? Did I just imagine it? )

( Either way, I’m forbidden from talking to Ayato-kun. )

( I’m a little curious though... )

Yuuri: Kino, we will have to cross the mountains once we get out of the forest, so let us rest up right here.

Kino: Good idea.

Well then...The usual, okay?

Yui: ...

*Thud*

Monologue

Ever since we left on this journey,

Kino-kun would always use handcuffs to tie our hands together,

whenever we went to bed.

Of course, I’m not thrilled about it,

but after going this process time after time,

I’ve finally come to the point where I can get a few hours of sleep.

Kino: Well then, goodnight.

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...

Yuuri: ...

Yui: ( Even when Kino-kun is asleep, Yuuri-san is always keeping an eye on us... )

( I guess I won’t get a chance to talk to Ayato-kun after all. )

...

( I’m kind of exhausted. I suppose I’ll get some shut-eye as well... )

ー Yui closes her eyes

Yui: ...

Kino: ...Uu...Aah...

ー She opens her eyes again

Yui: ( ...What was that just now...? )

Kino: Haah...Kuh...Stop...Why...I...

*Rustle*

Yui: Kino-kun...?

Kino: No...I was...chosen! ...You’re wrong...No!

Yui: ( What’s happening...!? )

Kino-kun!? What on ear...

Yuuri: Wait, please.

Yui: ...Yuuri-san...? But Kino-kun is...

Yuuri: ...He is fine. So please, be quiet.

Yui: ...

Yuuri: Please do not let it bother you and get some sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us after all...

Yui: Okay. Goodnight...

Kino: ...Haah...Nn...

Yui: ( Is it really okay...? He’s suffering so much... )

( But the way Yuuri-san reacted...It’s almost as if he’s used to it... )

( ...I wonder if there’s something to this...? )

Monologue

I decided not to let it bother me,

as I forced myself to close my eyes.

Kino-kun continued to mumble,

as he kept on denying (否定) something,

again and again.

I wonder what exactly it means?

While pondering over that,

and before I had realized,

I once again drifted off to sleep (眠り).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kino #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lekinodark9

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purplefangirl42 · 1 year

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Eyes of Stone, Hearts That Glow

Summary: After being torn apart, Silco and Olillia must find their way back to each other.

Pairing: Silco/OC (Olillia)

A/N: This is the Silco/Arcane half of my follower celebration, which was voted to be a happy Silco & Lil AU by my lovely followers. This AU doesn't have anything to do with Who We Were apart from the use of my OC Lil. Thank you to @silcoitus and @juniper-sunny for beta-reading this for me and to June for giving me the modern AU idea in the first place!

Tags: Modern AU, Angst with a happy ending, breakups and make ups

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“I know what’s good for him, and it’s not you.”

Lil stared blankly at Vander, not believing the words leaving his mouth. While they didn’t have the best relationship, she never thought he would say something like that.

“How can you say that?” she asked. “Just because we’ve had a few rough spots doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be together.”

“Arguing every other night is not having a few rough spots, Lil.”

“Couples fight sometimes, we aren’t any different…”

“He’s right,” a voice behind her said.

Lil turned away from the large man in front of her to face the speaker. Silco stood in the doorway to the apartment he shared with Vander. He was looking down at the floor rather than at either of them.

“Silco…”

“We fight way too much. At this point, it would be better to call it quits.”

Lil could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Hearing it from Vander was one thing, but hearing it from Silco was another thing entirely. Her heart felt like it was dropping to the floor. She took a step in Silco’s direction, her hand extended toward him.

“I don’t want to call it quits. What we have is worth working things out. I love you, Silco.”

Silco looked up from the floor to meet her gaze. He didn’t have any flicker of regret in his eyes, no sadness, only firm resolve.

“Is that why you called me a selfish bastard last night?”

Lil dropped her hand down to her side and shook her head.

“I said you were acting like one, not that you were one.”

“Same difference,” Silco said with a scoff. “You made your opinion of me quite clear. Vander’s been telling me to end things for weeks, but I was holding out and hoping things would get better.”

Lil looked over her shoulder at Vander, hurt that he would encourage such a thing. Vander’s eyes widened at Silco’s words and he gave her an apologetic shrug. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lil beat him to it.

“I should have guessed. You’ve always hated me. Surprised you didn’t convince him to get rid of me sooner.”

“What? No Lil, I don’t…”

Lil raised a hand to stop him, closing her eyes to prevent the tears from spilling over.

“Save it, Vander.”

“Don’t blame him,” Silco said. “We’re no good for each other, Olillia.”

Lil felt as if she had been slapped. Silco hadn’t called her by her full name in years. Her lip began to quiver as she grabbed her keys out of her pocket. She pulled the key for their apartment off the ring and slammed it down on the counter in front of Vander.

“Put all my stuff in a box and bring it to my place tomorrow. You can leave your key as well. I’ll leave your stuff in a box by the door.”

Lil stormed past Silco, flinging the door open and leaving it open in her retreat. She walked as fast as she could down the hall of their apartment building, just keeping herself from running. Heavy tears streamed down her cheeks, dropping down onto her shirt. She wasn’t watching where she was going and almost ran into their neighbor, Sevika.

“Lil? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Lil stopped and pointed down the hall, a sob escaping her when she tried to speak.

“What happened?” Sevika asked. “Come to my place, sit down and take a breather.”

Lil shook her head and pushed past the larger woman, the words still stuck in her throat. She didn’t want to sit and take a breather, she wanted to run. As soon as she reached the top of the stairwell, she descended as fast as she dared. At the bottom, she increased her pace and by the time she was at the front door, she was running. She ran, pushing through crowds of people as fast as her feet would take her.

The next afternoon, Lil sat in her bedroom window, staring out into the rainy fog. The weather seemed to have taken her mood into account and decided to match it. She had cried herself into a restless sleep the night before, waking early to the sound of the falling rain. She had scoured her apartment for Silco’s belongings, placing them in a box for him to take when he brought her stuff later. The box was sitting by the door, just as she promised, holding everything that was his or that he had bought for her. Everything except the simple teal pendant she wore around her neck.

As she looked out into the rain, Lil twiddled the stone between her fingers. She had stared at it for a long time, trying to find it in her to add it to the box. It was the most precious thing she had, and had decided that she couldn’t part with it. Silco had given it to her one time when he was going to be away for a while on a trip. She had said it reminded her of his eyes and he bought it so she could look at it and think of him.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for her to keep it. Thinking of his eyes felt like a stab to her already bleeding heart. She reached up and pulled the necklace over her head, holding it in the palm of her hand. The stone almost felt heavy, as if all of the pain associated with it was inside it. Lil closed her fist around it, hiding it from view.

A shuffling sound followed by a click came from down the hall, indicating that someone was unlocking her front door. Heavy footsteps entered her apartment, which meant it wasn’t Silco that had come to retrieve his stuff. He had gone the coward’s route and sent Vander in his stead. Lil heard the thud of a box being set down before the door closed. She hadn’t heard any retreating footsteps, which confused her.

“Lil? Are you here?” Vander’s voice called out.

Lil closed her eyes and leaned against the window, silently willing him to go away. Unfortunately, she had left her phone out in the kitchen when she had been out there earlier, so it was obvious that she was still home. The heavy footsteps started again, making their way down the hall until they reached her bedroom.

“Lil…”

“Just take the stuff and go, Vander. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

Vander didn’t seem to want to follow her instructions, instead walking in and sitting on the end of her unmade bed. She could feel him staring at her, but she kept her eyes firmly shut. If she looked at him, she knew she would break down again.

“He couldn’t even come himself, the coward,” she said bitterly.

“He didn’t want to risk seeing you again,” Vander said.

Lil sniffed and shook her head. She didn’t think he would feel so badly about her so soon.

“Am I that awful? That he couldn’t bear to lay eyes on me?”

“If he saw you again, he would take back everything and never leave your side. He loves you.”

Lil let out a disbelieving laugh.

“No he doesn’t. He wouldn’t do this to me if he did.”

Lil heard Vander sigh and the creak of the bedsprings as he stood up.

“I’m sorry this happened, Lil.”

“No you’re not. You wanted this to happen. I’m no good for him, remember?”

“I shouldn’t have said that. You didn’t deserve it. I just hated seeing the pain you put each other through,” he said, taking a step toward her, “Believe it or not, I don’t hate you, Lil. I made the suggestion that you take a break from each other to sort things out, I didn’t think he’d take it so literally.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me causing pain anymore. Just take the stuff and go.”

Lil got up from her seat at the window and walked past Vander into the hall. She saw the box he had brought sitting on her counter. Right on top of the rest of the stuff was a bracelet. Much like her necklace, Silco had a bracelet with a brown stone. He had said it was only fair that he had a reminder of her eyes too.

Her fist curled tighter around the necklace in her hand as she felt tears welling up in her eyes again. Her heart clenched in her chest and she felt like her breath had been stolen. Vander came down the hall to stand right behind her. Lil held out her hand with the necklace and dropped it into his hand when he extended it.

“I had planned on keeping this, but I guess he made a different decision.”

Vander sighed again and walked over to the box with Silco’s stuff in it. He placed the necklace in the box and lifted it into his arms.

“I left the key in the box,” he said.

Lil nodded her head to acknowledge that she heard him. He turned the knob of her front door with his free hand and left her apartment, pausing in the hall outside the door.

“He really does love you, Lil.”

Lil didn’t respond. She crossed the room and shut the door in his face, silencing him. Leaving the box on the counter, she walked back toward her bedroom. When she reached it, she fell onto her stomach on the soft surface of her bed and buried her face in her pillow, letting the tears she had been holding back fall freely.

Silco tore through the contents of his bedroom, searching desperately for his missing bracelet. It was the one thing he had planned on keeping. Even if Lil never wanted to see him again, he never wanted to forget the color of her eyes. He never wanted to forget the way they sparkled in the sunshine, or how they glowed in the moonlight.

The sound of the front door opening grabbed his attention, signaling that Vander had returned. Silco left his disaster of a bedroom behind and walked out into the main room of their apartment. Vander placed the box down on the counter before turning to look at him.

“Have you seen my bracelet?” Silco asked, “the one with the brown stone?”

Vander froze, a look of regret covering his face.

“You left it on the counter, I thought you wanted it to go in the box.”

Silco’s heart sank. He hadn’t wanted to send it with the stuff. He shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. The one thing he would have had to remember her was gone.

“I’m sorry, Sil.”

Vander reached into the box and pulled out a necklace. Lil’s necklace. He handed it to Silco, guilt in his eyes.

“She was planning on keeping it, but when she saw the bracelet in the box, she handed it over and kicked me out.”

Silco held the necklace tenderly in his hands, his thumb brushing over the teal stone. He remembered Lil’s face when he had gifted it to her. She had been overjoyed and he never saw her without it after that day. The face in his memory morphed from joy to sorrow as her face from the night before took its place.

“I can’t do this,” he said. “I need her.”

He moved toward the door, but didn’t get far before Vander stopped him. The larger man stood between Silco and his exit, preventing him from leaving.

“Silco, no. What’s done is done. You both need some time to heal and figure yourselves out.”

Silco clutched the necklace tightly in his hand as he thought about Vander’s statement. Maybe he was right. He would give Lil some time and then he’d try to talk to her. Even if they couldn’t salvage their romance, perhaps their friendship could survive. She was too important to him to let go.

2 weeks later….

Silco took a deep breath before he pressed the call button on his phone. He held it up to his ear and waited as it rang and rang. Eventually the line went dead, not even offering Lil’s voicemail message. Confused, he hung up and tried again with the same result. He brought up her contact and sent her a message.

When you get this, please call me. I want to talk.

A few seconds after he sent his text, he received a message in return.

Your message could not be delivered to the recipient.

Silco hummed in confusion. He heard a noise in the hall and opened the door to see who was out there. He saw Sevika leaving her apartment and called out her name. She turned to him and raised her hand in greeting. He walked down the hall toward her and showed her his phone.

“Did Lil change her number?” he asked.

Sevika shook her head in response to his question.

“That message usually means your number has been blocked,” she said, an edge of sympathy in her tone.

Silco nearly dropped his phone in shock. Lil blocking his number had never crossed his mind. Between this and the returned necklace, the message was clear. She was done with him.

3 years later….

Lil tapped her fingers on the desk beside her laptop as she scrolled through the job postings before her. None of them sounded like a good fit for her, apart from one. A bartending job at a place called The Last Drop. It seemed to have a decent wage and it wasn’t too far from where she currently lived. Her search said that it opened at 4 o'clock, which meant that she could go in to see if they still had the opening in about an hour.

Lil quickly hopped in the shower and started to make herself look presentable for an interview. She put the last touches on her makeup and pulled her purple hair back into a neat ponytail before exiting her room. Her roommate and friend, Mai, sat on the couch watching TV and looked up when she entered the living room.

“Where are you heading off to?” she asked.

“There’s a bar not too far from here that’s looking for a bartender. I thought I’d head down and see if they would be willing to give me an interview.”

Mai waved at her as she walked out the door, wishing her luck. Lil looked up the address on her phone and followed the directions until she found herself at the door of a cozy looking bar. The open sign wasn’t lit yet, but a paper sign on the door advertised the open position, telling interested people to come in between 2 and 4. Lil pulled on the door handle and found it unlocked, so she entered the bar.

Gazing around, she could see that it was as cozy on the inside as it had looked from the window. A bell above her tinkled as the door opened and she heard a voice call out a greeting from the back room. A large figure emerged from a door behind the bar, his hand half raised in greeting. The beard was different, but she knew the face behind it.

“Vander,” Lil whispered.

Vander crossed his arms over his large chest and gave her a small smile.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.”

Lil crossed the room to stand beside the bar. She appraised the man before her, taking in how much he had changed in 3 years. Vander leaned on the bartop, looming over her even in that position.

“You look good, Lil.”

“Thanks, so do you,” she said. “I like the beard.”

Vander chuckled and rubbed his hand over his chin.

“Glad someone does. Silco says it makes me look old.”

“Silco?” Lil said, her breath hitching in her throat. “How is he?”

“Ask him yourself,” Vander said. “Hey Sil, get out here!”

Lil backed away from the bar at his shout. She wasn’t prepared for this. She hadn’t seen Silco since the night he broke her heart. She had blocked his number and completely cut him out of her life. Would he even be happy to see her?

The door to the back room swung open again, a lean figure emerging from the room behind it. Silco was holding a clipboard in his hands, looking at some papers clipped to it. He didn’t look up as he entered the main room of the bar, walking over to the two of them with his eyes glued to his paperwork.

“What is it, Vander?” he asked.

Vander rolled his eyes and tapped Silco on the shoulder to get his attention. Silco finally looked up from his clipboard and his teal eyes met Lil’s brown ones. The clipboard slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor at his feet. Silco’s mouth hung slightly open, a shocked expression plastered on his face.

“Lil?”

Lil tried to give him a smile, but she couldn’t get her mouth to move like she wanted. Seeing him standing in front of her after so long made her heart ache. It opened all the wounds like they were freshly made. It seemed like her decision had been made, she couldn’t handle this.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

Lil turned away from the two men and started moving towards the door as quickly as she could.

“Lil, wait!” Silco’s voice called out from behind her.

She heard a scuffling sound, followed by a thump and rapid footsteps across the worn floor of the bar. Her hand paused over the handle for the door, shaking as it hovered above it. She heard the footsteps stop directly behind her and felt a soft touch at her elbow.

“Please don’t go.”

Lil closed her eyes and took a steadying breath before turning. When she opened them again, she found herself face to face with Silco. He was looking down at her with a pleading expression, his hand still resting on her elbow.

“It’s good to see you,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

Lil let out a huff and turned her gaze away from him, instead staring at the floor. Silco placed his finger under her chin and gently lifted it so she would meet his gaze again. Unlike the last time she had looked in his eyes, they were full of emotion. The regret she had wished to see before was front and center, flanked by hope and adoration.

“I mean it, Lil. I never wanted things to end like that between us.”

“Then why did you let it happen?” she asked softly.

“Because I was angry, hurt, and frustrated. I didn’t expect you to shut me out with such finality.”

“That is a proper response to having your heart torn out and stomped on,” Lil said, pulling away from his touch. “I’m sorry for the things I said, for calling you selfish, but I didn’t deserve that, Silco.”

“I had hoped we could at least salvage our friendship. It seemed foolish to throw away years of closeness because we didn’t work out as a couple.”

“I don’t think I could have done that,” Lil said, taking a step back. “I still can’t. I’m sorry.”

Lil turned and pushed on the handle, stepping through the door and walking out onto the sidewalk. She thought she had cried all of her tears for Silco years ago, but once again she could feel them starting to fall. She wiped at her face, angry at herself for reacting this way.

“Lil! Please stop!” Silco called out.

Lil couldn’t stop this time, so she forced herself to keep walking. She could hear footsteps behind her and for a second time, she felt a touch at her elbow. This time it was more insistent, pulling her to a stop and dragging her sideways. Lil found herself being dragged into an alleyway before she pulled her elbow from Silco’s grip.

“What part of ‘I can’t do this’ don’t you understand?” she shouted, rounding on him.

“You don’t even know what I want,” he retorted.

“I don’t care what you want! I stopped caring the moment I saw the bracelet in the box.”

Silco reached into the front of his shirt and pulled something out. It was her necklace. He was wearing her necklace.

“If you want a reminder of your own eye color, you can just look in a mirror,” she said. “What does you wearing that have to do with anything?”

“I didn’t put the bracelet in the box. Vander did. If I had a choice, I would never have parted with it.”

Lil was at a loss for words. She had never thought it made it into the box accidentally. She had blocked his number less than a week after the break-up, so he wouldn’t have had a chance to explain if he had wanted to.

“Why are you wearing that?” she asked, pointing to the necklace.

“Even if it wasn’t the right color, it was the last thing of you that I had. I wanted to talk to you, but you shut me out. So this is what I had.”

“Why would you want a reminder of me? I’m no good for you, remember?”

Silco stepped towards her, causing her to take a step back. He continued moving closer until her back was against the alley wall. He braced one arm on the wall beside her head, leaning in.

“You were the best thing in my life. I loved you more than I can put into words.”

Lil felt a lump in her throat and cleared it before speaking again.

“Loved?”

Silco moved closer to her, his face mere inches from hers. His eyes darted down to her lips before moving back to meet hers. He raised his free hand to cup her cheek gently.

“Love. I still love you more than words can express. You are stubborn, headstrong, beautiful, and you drive me crazy. But, I have never been able to get you out of my head.”

Lil felt her heart beating a mile a minute. How long had she waited for those words? How many times had she heard him say that he loved her in her dreams? It seemed too good to be true.

“Silco…”

“Please say you feel the same,” he whispered, desperation heavy in his voice.

Lil lifted her hand, pulling her sleeve up her arm to reveal the bracelet sitting on her wrist. She held it up where Silco could see it. His eyes widened in surprise and that hopeful glimmer from before returned.

“I could never stop loving you, Silco.”

Silco surged forward, pressing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moved to the back of her head, holding her in place. His other hand left the wall and moved to her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Lil wrapped her arms around his torso, holding on as tightly as he was.

Eventually, they ran out of air and had to pull apart. Silco didn’t release his hold on her, instead pulling her into a tight embrace. Lil rested her head against his chest, her hands moving up his back to rest on his shoulder blades, holding him tightly against her. A shaky whimper escaped her lips as she released the emotions that had been building in her for so long.

Silco shushed her and began to gently rock her back and forth as she cried into his shirt. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her lower back. He turned his head and placed a kiss against her hair before leaning away from her a bit. His hand moved from the back of her head back to her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek to wipe away her tears.

“I love you, Olillia.”

A final soft sob escaped her before she lifted up on her toes to press another kiss to his lips. This one only lasted a moment before she pulled away.

“I love you, Silco.”

Silco smiled at her tenderly, and she could swear she saw the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes as well.

“Don’t you start crying, or we’ll never recover,” Lil said.

Silco laughed softly and looked away from her, staring up at the sky in an effort to get his eyes to cooperate. Satisfied that the crisis was over, he looked back down again.

“Was there a reason you decided to walk back into my life today?” he asked.

“Oh! I was going to apply for the bartender job!”

Silco smirked at her and reached down to grab her hand. He started to walk to the edge of the alley, pulling her along as he walked.

“I think I can pull some strings and get you the job. I know the owners afterall.”

When she had left her apartment, Lil would never have foreseen this outcome. It was more than she could ever dream of. She would have a job, and she would have Silco back in her life.

1 week later…

Silco looked across the bar from where he was sitting with Sevika at one of the high tables. Lil stood behind the bar, talking to patrons as she served them their drinks. Her lips were pulled back in a bright smile, which drew his gaze to her face. His eyes drifted down to her neck, where a teal stone once again graced the hollow of her throat. He reached for his own wrist, fingers grazing the brown stone resting there.

It felt right, having it returned to him. It gave him the comfort he had been lacking the past few years. But, there was something else that surpassed it. The pair of eyes that matched it. The ones that still sparkled in the sunshine and glowed in the moonlight. The ones that lit up when they met his own, causing his heart to glow just as bright.

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think! Divider credit to @firefly-graphics.

#50 follower celebration #silco #lol silco #silco arcane #silco x oc #modern au #original character #arcane #arcane league of legends

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Your newest story!! Omg!!

Aegon I looking down from Targ heaven with Luke like…ye let’s wrap this up…our involvement in the long night is cancelled.

Rhaenyra and Helaena ending the same way on the spikes. Oh I know Alicent went from visiting her in her chambers every night (unwanted) to sleeping in Rhaenyras chambers long after she was gone.

I understand he needed to get rid of threats but now he won’t have an heir at all. I can’t imagine him taking well to anyone implying Luke can’t give him his heir however. So people are just waiting for him to die. Like the realm will tear itself apart to try rule after him. He really is mad.

Is Anne’s mam really still seeing Alicent as this paragon of the Seven and blaming Luke on aemonds shit?? The call is coming from inside the house sis. Alicent directly fanned the flames of this obsession. Luke was a corpse at the tourney right? Or is that pre-stormsend?

Do you see Lucemond as canon in this fic or is this delulumond in full force?

Thanks so much for sharing with us!!

Aegon I is so fed up after seeing each one of his descendants wiped out while the last man standing has lost his mind to such an extreme degree that he’s violating his other descendants corpse. Visenya is pissed off that Aemond’s gross hands are touching all over her sword and Rhaena is just like “damn, maybe we shouldn’t have come to Westeros.” Meanwhile Luke is sitting in the corner trying to figure out how all this happened? Rhaenyra keeps trying to console him but he’s too busy attempting to string together the events that led to his uncle becoming this damn crazy.

Babes, if Alicent was going to do anything she was going to seek Rhaenyra out nightly. Even though there came a point where Nyra stopped screaming and crying and just went radio silent until hearing the news about her last two babies deaths and deciding there was nothing left to live for. Alicent is so in love and exceptionally delulu just like her son that in her mind, Rhaenyra only jumped out of that window because she knew it would hurt her. Most insane mother-son duo in history me thinks.

The chances of Aemond having an heir are zero at this point. There’s not even a chance that Dany will be born to bring back the dragons because that dude isn’t laying down with anyone but Luke, you hear me? And its not even just because his shattered mind somehow thinks he can simply have a baby with Luke/refuses to cheat on his queen, but that no woman would ever sleep with him knowing what they do. They’d likely off themselves before they could even make it to the sept (very understandable)

Though this won’t stop his council from trying to work out something behind Aemond’s back. It comes to the point where one of his men is like “what if we drug him with an aphrodisiac and try to find a noble lady who’s willing to…you know? Then kill him after the child is born in secret? Twins are common for them so we might have an heir and a spare or a future king and queen.” But the idea is so outrageous with so many plot-holes and chances to go wrong that everyone just slowly begins to accept the war that’ll break out over the crown once Aemond croaks. Only thing they can do is hope they’re long dead once that time comes because the thought of another civil war is so draining.

In a last ditch effort his hand goes digging around with hopes that at least one of the deceased Targ men have a living bastard that they could legitimize but comes up empty handed. All Aegons died tragically, Jace was obviously too busy in Cregan’s company to go out and sire a child, Daemon only had Nettles who they can’t even confirm was his daughter + she’s been missing since the war, Daeron was a nerd who would rather pray at the sept, and Viserys could barely wipe his own ass in his last days let alone find the energy to cheat.

It’s heartbreaking when you think about because literally everyone, including Alicent is just waiting for Aemond to go to sleep and never wake up.

Lol, Anne’s mom is my favorite because she’s somehow more obsessed with Alicent than Alicent was with Rhaenyra which is such a hard thing to accomplish that she kinda deserves a medal?? Her character is simply an embodiment of parasocial relationships and viewing the monarchy as these figures who are above everyone else. Appointed by the gods and all that nonsense. And yes, the tourney was pre Storms end!

Hmmm, personally I see it as a mix of the two. Lucemond had feelings for each other (Aemond more than Luke) but never actually acted on them let alone reached the extent of what rumors suggest. Though certain points like them meeting up before the dinner failure to talk things out did happen but without the ‘making love’ part. However those are just my own thoughts because I intentionally left those details up to the reader.

Thanks babes, I always love hearing from you 🩷

#asks #we need more insanemond #like totally off the rails

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - make it home

Part two:

He walked over and the twins quickly stood up making him stop in his tracks and raise his hands.

“I just want to make sure their okay.”

“Their fine.” Jordan snapped.

“Exactly so back up.” Ryan growled.

“Right, so you two might think that their fine, but I still want to check for myself and make sure nothing is broken.”

Mrs Carter came back in with the first aid kit and walked over to Mr Evershed and she held it out.

“We’ll take care of it ourselves Miss.”

Ryan took the first aid kit and walked back over to you. He sat next to you and pulled out some wipes to begin cleaning your nose while Jordan kept Mr Evershed at a distance.

“(Y/N) what happened in the canteen?” Mrs Carter asked softly.

“Someone thought it would be funny to insult our family, (Y/N) warned him to stop, he punched them in the face.” Jordan said.

“Right, your name isn’t (Y/N). Sit, and be quiet.” Mr Evershed snapped.

“Or what?” Jordan spat.

“Jordan.” You warned.

He huffed and walked over, pulling a chair up next to you while he was arched Ryan clean your nose and place a bandaid over it.

“Right, I don’t care what started this yeah? Threatening teachers? Pinning students to walls? None of this is acceptable.”

You all blankly stared at him as if you had no clue what he was going on about and he grew more frustrated.

“Any sort of violent or threatening behaviour will not be tolerated at this school.” He carried on.

You scoffed a little, leaning forward as you rested your chin on your hand.

“And accusing random people in the street of burning your car will be? If I remember right it’s innocent till proven guilty and you’re just walking around blaming random people for something that you clearly brought upon yourself?”

“Are you saying I deserved that?”

Jordan smirked, leaning back as he leant back against his chair.

“If the shoes fits.” He shrugged.

“How dare you!”

“Martin enough! You three get, you’re to report to Mrs Carp till the end of the day and then you’re suspended for tomorrow and you’re to report to me first thing the morning after that.”

“Forget it, we’ll just go home now.”

Ryan picked up your back and you three left the school grounds and you growled lowly.

“We can deal with him.” Jordan hummed.

“Yup, just say the word.” Ryan smirked.

You jabbed them both with your elbows and they groaned a little as you shuffled away from you.

“Right right laying low and all that.” Jordan pouted.

“This is why you can’t be left alone, you’d hurt half the bloody town.” You said.

He chuckled a little and you shook your head as you laughed it him.

You guys got home and decided to pass the time watching some films and chatting away, trying to destress from everything that was working you all up.

You knew it would be better in a few days, but it would still be hard to contain everything, and with your two hard headed brothers wanting to attack anything that moved you had to be extra careful.

You guys did the same thing the following day, and the day after you were stood in Mrs Carters office.

“Ryan? Jordan?”

You shrugged a little.

“Gone when I woke up, honestly miss I don’t have those two tethered to me.”

“I’m not quite sure that’s true, you’re on report (Y/N), so are they.”

“Like I said Mrs Carter, I haven’t a clue where my brothers are right at this moment. And I am not attending English anymore thanks.”

You walked away with the report card in hand while she followed.

“You have to go to English.”

“You can’t force me.”

“This isn’t a choice (Y/N) it’s mandatory lessons!” She yelled after you.

You rolled your eyes, slamming your hand in the reception desk, making it creak a little under the pressure.

“You get rid of that man and I’ll consider going back to English.”

“I can’t do that (Y/N), look he made a mistake, it was a traumatic event, he rushed in and he shouldn’t have but can you blame him?” She asked.

You rolled your eyes at her and threw the report on the ground.

“You think I don’t know what that’s like? You don’t see me blaming everyone man as woman out there for my problems, why does he get to do that?”

“It was an honest mistake, come on (Y/N) you know this.” She sighed.

“Right because we’re always the bad guys.” Ryan said.

He walked over and stood next to you, Jordan yawned and walked over, slinging his arm around your shoulder as the three of you stared at the woman.

“Because to everyone in this god forsaken town thinks we’re freaks. Killers. That’s our fault?” Jordan asked lowly.

“No… no of course not. Of course it isn’t Jordan.” She sighed.

She picked up the report card and set it on the reception desk, leaning against it as she looked between the three of you.

“We know what you think of us, we know what everyone thinks about us we aren’t stupid. But of course it’s everyone’s word against ours, just like that detention. We got punished and that boy got nothing, you think that’s fair?” Ryan asked.

“No of course it isn’t.”

“Maybe instead of worrying about your reputation you should start looking at the real world.” Jordan said.

You raised your hand and both boys immediately stopped.

“I’m not going to English. But if you want me I’ll be in the library, these two will attend normal classes.”

You walked through the hallways and the twins placed a hand on your shoulder making you stop.

“Is that what this is about? What happened?” Ryan asked.

“It’s what it’s always about Ryan, because everyone thinks that we did that!”

“And we know we didn’t, we’ll get to the bottom of it okay?” Jordan asked.

You just nodded and he smiled, ruffling your hair as he pushed you towards the library.

“We’ll catch you later.”

You nodded and walked into the library taking a seat as you scrolled through your phone, feet kicked up on the chair.

You weren’t sure how long you were scrolling for but someone moving the chair across from you made you look up.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

You said nothing and went back to scrolling.

“Look, I understand you don’t want to attend my lesson. Okay? That’s fair enough, and I want to say sorry for how I treated you and your brothers yesterday.”

Again you said nothing and Mr Evershed sighed.

“I’m not here to force you into my class, I can’t do that like you said we can’t force you to do anything. I just came to give you these, worksheets for the week. You can fill them in now or later but I need them back by the end of the week.”

Mr Evershed slid the papers across the table towards you and stood up, putting his chair back under the table.

“How’s your nose? Did you get it looked at?” He asked.

You looked up at him and he smiled a little, raising his hands as he slowly backed away.

“Not much of a talker, got it.”

You didn’t bother doing the worksheets until Friday, and you decided to hand them in at the end of the day.

Mr Evershed was stood at the reception doors and you stopped just in front of him, holding the papers up in one hand.

“Thank you (Y/N).”

Without a word you left and that’s how it went for the next two weeks. You would get your work for English on a Monday and he would get it back on the Friday.

Mrs Carter went on maternity leave, and Mr Evershed became the headteacher, and he was the one in charge of your report meeting.

“Two weeks, we’ve had your teachers write down their notes after class and Mandy decided it was time to review the process to see if you could come off report.” He explained.

You simply shrugged, resting your head on your hands as you turned away from him.

“Aside from a few minor incidents such as turning up late or walking out you’ve done pretty well with your behaviour. I am asking you to come to English tomorrow though, you have a test and as you know I’m no longer your English teacher.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose slightly.

“Are we ever going to put this behind us (Y/N)? You’re a bright student, I just think you need to focus more on your studies.”

You said nothing and gestured to the door.

“Can I go?”

“Hold on just one more thing, I haven’t had a chance to speak to you properly since that night which again I am truly sorry for accusing you. I saw you there, I saw you with your hood up and I jumped at a chance to find the person responsible. Not many people walk around with hoods up looking down around there.”

“I was using it so I could see my phone properly.”

“So it had nothing to do with your eyes?” He countered.

You looked up and he looked at you, you heard the increase in his heart rate, he was getting nervous.

“That was the reflection of the fire and the street lamp. Maybe lay off the TV, someone will think you’re mad. Now, can I go?” You asked again

“Yes you can go, but I’m going to keep you on report for another week.”

You reached the door and he called out your name making you stop.

“Please send the twins in, I know they’ve been lurking.”

You nodded and left sending the two twins in and stood by the door with your head down as you listened to everything that was being said.

You heard Jordan raising his voice a little.

“Stop it…” you muttered under your breath.

His voice quietened down, and you looked around before going back to staring at the floor as you waited for them.

Once they were out Ryan placed his hand on your back and pushed you out of the reception door.

“What did he see?” Ryan hissed.

“(Y/N)!” Jordan warned.

You sighed.

“He saw my eyes, that’s all. I told him it was just the reflection of the fire and the streetlights that’s it.” You whispered.

“Are you insane?! What if he starts asking around?!” Ryan whispered back.

You looked behind them at the headteacher who was standing there with his arms crossed as he looked at the three of you.

Then you turned your attention back to the twins.

“He won’t. You two leave him alone I swear to god we can’t draw any attention.”

“You already have!” Jordan yelled out.

A few students stopped before they carried on walking out.

Pointing a finger at Jordan you made him take a few steps backwards.

“Until we know IF he is a threat to us you will leave him be Jordan. Right now he’s not our concern.”

“They’re right.” Ryan sighed.

Jordan growled and turned his head, glaring at Mr Evershed before turning back to you.

“One wrong move (Y/N).”

“Fine.”

You stormed away and they shared a look before following you, making sure to cast one more glance back at Mr Evershed before this they left with you.

Mr Evershed frowned to himself as he turned to Loraine and pointed to where you there were just stood.

“What do you know about them?”

She shrugged and looked up.

“About as much as anyone else really, keep to themselves, absolutely bloody terrifying trio. Something about their parents passing away and the whole town think it was them, that’s it.” She replied.

“They did it?” He asked.

“No one knows for sure but pretty much the whole town blame them. Who can blame them, those boys are unpredictable and then the younger one? Absolutely stone cold hearted, there’s a whole news thread about it online.”

He made his way to his office and sat down, all he had to do was put your last name in and it popped up right away.

(L/N) family murder.

He clicked on it and began to read through what he could find. About your parents, about who you three were only just little kids when it happened, the whole town put it in you.

He kept reading and it was all the same. No leads. No evidence. Three children are the main suspects

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr Evershed imagine #Mr Evershed x reader make it home

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