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My Dungeon - Eddie Munson One Shot

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Modern Eddie (Rockstar!Eddie) x Female Reader

The two of you have been flirting since you joined the club a few years back; but, you were always too nervous to make a move. Since Corroded Coffin made it big, Eds rarely makes it to meetings.

SMUT, swearing, ownership kink, pet names, teasing , oral (male recieving), unprotected p in v, rings stay on, slight degredation.

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Y/N's POV:

Damnit.

You take a sip of water, watching as your clubmates bicker back and forth about something stupid... yet again. This isn't fun anymore. We've lost direction; we've lost our leader.

Ugh... Eddie Munson.

I miss watching him. He's so animated; so talented; so fucking delicious.

Leave it to me to not make a move. If he wanted me, he would have done something about it... And he didn't. So, why am I still here, pining for him? He's off, living his best life; concerts, award shows, appearances. Everyone wants him...

And, how could they not?

You eye the head of the table; Colton, struggling and stuttering through his script; eyes squinted, paper drawn close to his face as he drones on and on.

Holy shit. Eddie's laugh.

You can hear his low tone from behind the door, making your heart flutter.

Gareth and Jeff as well? Damn. They must be in town for something. The door handle twists. You give your lip a little bite, doing your best to contain your smile.

The room booms with applause and welcoming. Club members charge toward boys. "Damn, we missed you guys!" Colton smiles. The rest of the club exchanges the same sentiments and hugs.

You hang back, watching him carefully. Strategically placed in the back of the pack as you wait your turn. I don't want to seem too desperate... But, fuck... Am I ever? He looks so damn good.

Eddie's hair is a little longer than before he left; a new tattoo, etched into his forearm, visible as he peels his black leather jacket off, tossing it to the side.

He's not too cool for school, still rocking his weathered Hellfire shirt. His rings glint on his fingers as he pulls Colton in for a hug.

Eddie's eyes flick up, meeting your own. You take a little breath; a smile, rolling across your lips.

"Y/n," he croons; walking your way.

"Hi, Eds," you smile up at him. His brown eyes twinkle as he looks down into your own. Fuck, he's pretty. You feel your cheeks blush. "I missed you," you breathe. Shit. "W-We missed you," you quickly recover. He gives you a cheeky smile; lifting an eyebrow in your direction.

Fuck me.

Your cheeks burn hot as you throw your gaze to the floor. Shit.

"How's the campaign, Colton?" He pulls away; stepping toward the table, drawing out a seat.

"Bad..."

"Bad?" Eddie laughs.

"Please, man." Colton points to the throne.

"Mmm... Thanks, buddy," Eddie sighs. "It's good to be home. Where are we at?"

"Nowhere. I tried to write down the campaign we talked about over the phone; but, my handwriting is shit..."

"It's okay, dude. I should've emailed it to you anyway. Did you want me to-"

"Please," Colton cuts him off with a sigh of relief; handing the reins over to Eddie.

******

You grip your seat; literally on edge as he speaks; Eddie, delivering the campaign with the passion you've been missing for weeks.

He's barely looked at me... I keep trying to get his attention. Nothing...

"The hooded cultists chant, 'Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.' They turn to you, and remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin is shriveled, desiccated. And something else."

His breath hitches as you give him a little smile. Eddie quickly closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Uh... Umm... A-And something else. He is not only missing his left arm but his left eyes!" He yells.

"No fuckin' way. Vecna's dead. He was killed by Kas," Colton whines.

"So it was thought... But, Vecna Lives!

********

The campaign progresses; Eddie, still fully entertaining the group. Fuck. I think I distracted him. You cover up your smile with your hands as you scribble some notes down. Maybe I can talk to him after? Maybe we can go get a drink or something?

You lift your eyes, returning your focus to the party. Eddie Munson... He gives you a flirty smile. Damn, he has nice lips. You wet your own as you lean into the table a little bit; arms, wrapped around your waist.

Eddie's eyes widen, slightly; his focus, trailing lower. You glance down, following his stare. Oh... Like what you see, Eds? You wrap your arms a little tighter; just enough. His lashes flutter; cheeks pinched pink.

"Shit..." He huffs; returning his attention to the script, following the paper with his rough finger as he finds his place. "Umm... Fuck. Break. Should we take a break?"

Eddie nods toward the door, making your heart race.

He disappears into the hallway. You grab your lip gloss, quickly slicking it on your pout; fluffy your hair as well. Wow... Something is happening; but what? Your hands begin to sweat; you quickly wipe them on your jeans.

Standing up, you make your way toward the door; quickly drawing it open.

What the hell?

The hallway is empty. You step toward the back, nearing Eddie's office. The door is propped open; room, dark. A hand reaches out, quickly pulling you inside; taking your breath away.

You press your back against the door, nudging it shut; a devilish smile slips Eddie's lips. "Y/n...

"Eddie..."

His eyes roam your body; lips, nearing yours. "Is this okay?" He whispers.

"Yeah, Eds... Yes."

"Whatcha doin', sweetheart?"

Other than grabbing your hand he hasn't touched you... Please touch me. Your eyes rest on his lips; head, cocking slightly.

"What do you mean?" You give him your most innocent eyes.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"No," you lie; giving your plump bottom lip a soft bite.

"Are you lying, y/n?"

"I'd never lie to you, Eddie."

"Mhmm... You're fuckin' lying," he laughs; his fingers, brushing over the top of your slightly, lighting you ablaze. You wrap your fingers around his wrists, drawing his strong hands to your body.

"Maybe." You rest them on your hips. Eddie makes quick work, skimming over your curves. A breathy moan slips your lips; a lusty smile wraps on his.

"You said you missed me, sweetheart. Is that true?" He hums the words closely. So fucking close.

"So much."

"I missed you too, y/n." His hands circle your ass; squeezing you tightly.

"Yeah? I didn't even know you were interested."

"In you? Are you fuckin' crazy?" He chuckles, warmly; hands, drawing up your spine. You step a little closer; breasts, pressed against his chest. "Of course I am. Why do you think I'm here?"

"It's your club, Eds. I just assumed you wanted to play." You run your fingers up the front of his thighs, working higher and higher. Your hand lands on his length; your lips part, eyes shifting as you trace his clothed cock. Ugh, he's huge... So fucking hard.

"Mmm..." He growls; walking you back into the door. "No. I wanna play, y/n," his voice is dark and low; hands, toiling around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. "But, I can't seem to focus." He whispers; lips, brushing your own.

"I wonder why."

You feel him smile against your mouth; a low laugh, rumbling in his throat sending chills over your skin. "Someone needs to teach you a lesson, y/n."

Fuck...

Why hasn't he kissed me? You feel your heart, beating rapidly in your chest, your desperation growing by the moment. You lean in a little closer; but, he draws away, ever so slightly, tormenting you. Your apply a little more pressure on his dick; pleading with your touch.

Nothing.

"Why don't you come over? I have something I want to show you, y/n."

Fuck.

********

Your stomach falls a little as you go down the steep drive into the underground parking garage. The noise of the motorcycle amplified in the closed space.

He cuts off the engine, helping you off the bike.

Taking off his helmet, he runs his fingers through his hair; you fluff his bangs. "Thanks, sweetheart," he smiles. He grabs his hair, pulling it back into an elastic.

"So, y/n. I know this is kind of last minute; but, are you free tonight?" He smiles.

"Absolutely."

"Perfect. They're a concert at the Ace. I'd love to take you."

"That would be really fun, Eds."

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly; pressing a kiss on your forehead. Shit. You bite your cheek, holding back your smile.

The two of you step into the elevator; it slides to a close. You walk to the back, both of you leaning against the wall; his shoulder touching yours.

"So this is where you live. Fuck... This is fancy," you giggle.

"Thanks. I miss my shitty little apartment; but, how could you complain about living like this?" He smiles. "I didn't come from a lot... So, this is still just... unreal."

"I know."

He furrows his brows, looking down at you with a smile.

"You told me a while ago; well us, the club that is, about your life in Hawkins... Your Uncle Wayne. Right?"

"Yeah. Shit..."

"At our first D&D meeting..."

"I can't believe you remember that, y/n."

"Of course I do..."

"You look beautiful, sweetheart. Just as good as you did then."

"Thank, Eds. You look the same... just as good too. Your hair was pulled back; just like it is now. Fewer tattoos; no nose ring. I like it by the way."

"Yeah?" He chuckles. "It hurt like a bitch."

"Please," you laugh.

"Yeah, tough girl?" He snickers; giving you a playful shove. "Do you have a few?"

"Mhmm... A nose ring, obviously, and a few others."

"Shit," he chuckles. "Tattoos?"

"Those too."

"Do I get to see them?" He draws you in closer; a playful smile pulling on his lips.

"Maybe..."

DING.

*********

"Your house is beautiful, Eddie," you sigh, blissfully as you look out his large window, overlooking the city.

"Thanks, y/n. Pretty lonely; but, what can you do? I'm barely ever here, so there's that."

"That's true," you sigh, sadly. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"It's nice having company," he soughs.

Wow... "That surprises me, Eddie."

"What'd you mean?"

"It just doesn't seem like you would ever need to be alone. You're Eddie Munson after all," you tease through a giggle. He tickles your sides, drawing you in a little closer.

"I have to be really careful who I hang out with ... I don't trust a lot of people."

"You trust me, Eds?" You smile.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Thanks for showing me this, Eddie. This is beautiful.

He lets out a laugh, tossing his head back. "Yeah... I didn't bring you here to show you the view, y/n."

"I don't know. It's pretty fuckin' nice," you giggle.

"End of the hallway, on the right." Eddie grabs your hand; the two of you walk down the hall.

"What is it?" You smile.

"I'm not going to tell you, y/n. You're literally a few steps away."

He grabs the door handle, giving it a twist. Your eyes light up.

All of his guitars are displayed on the walls. A large D&D table is in the center of the room; Hellfire Club, CA burned into the middle. At the very end, there's a large Gothic-style throne. The walls are lined with black and white pictures; some from his Hellfire Club in Indiana, others from your group.

He saunters over to the wall, adjusting the dimmer; lowering the lights. The faux candles turn on. "For dramatic effect," he laughs. "Maybe one day we can have the meetings here."

You're speechless; eyes, dancing around the room.

"Y/n?"

"This is immaculate. Like... A D&D fantasy. Jesus Christ."

"It's pretty fuckin' cool. I must say." He walks up to the wall, running his fingers against the strings of the red and black crackled electric guitar. "She's my favorite," he sighs.

Eddie draws his phone out of his pocket, flipping through Spotify. Music starts playing; spilling out of the surround-sound speakers.

"Holy shit," you gasp Your eyes follow the noise; a wide smile, setting on your lips.

"Good?"

"Yeah... Damn. This is amazing. Also, you don't really strike me as a fan of this music."

"Meh... You like 'em. Don't you, sweetheart?"

"I do," you hum as you walk toward the door. You shut it, turning around to face him; his gaze meets yours.

"Am I still in trouble?" You say, coyly; brushing a strap of your tank off your shoulder. It's dark but you can still see Eddie's face; a devilish smile rolling across his lips. "I feel like you were going to teach me a lesson." You brush down the other side; your loose chemise tank top falls to your feet.

He walks closer to you; a look in his eyes letting you know he's in control. "I am going to fucking devour you, y/n," Eddie growls; sending a chill down your spine.

Eddie grips his shirt, drawing it over his head as he nears you; nipple piercings and inky black tattoos on his tight stomach.

His lips meet yours for the first time; rough and deep, making your pussy throb. Eddie's hands sail up your back to your bra; unclasping it.

He throws it to the floor. His hands slip into your hair; pulling roughly, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips. "Mmm... Crying for me already, princess?" He burns, causing you to whimper. "How do you like it, y/n?"

"Rough..."

"Yeah?" He twists his grip on your strands a little tighter. "You sure?"

"Mmm... I trust you," you whisper.

"Beautiful," he groans as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Can I take off your pants, Eddie?" You pant. He returns his lips to yours, kissing you softly. Drawing off your bottom lip slowly he gives it a nip, making you cry.

"Take 'em off," he demands; you feel his smile against your lips. You reach for the button of his jeans, drawing it open. Pinching his zipper between your fingers, you tug that down as well.

Grabbing his jeans you pull them down to his ankles; looking back up at him through your lashes. "Good girl," he hisses.

"Can I take these off?" You breathe; slipping your fingers under the elastic. "Please?"

He lets out a lusty laugh. "You're so polite, sweetheart... Do it."

You grip his boxers pulling them down, his length springs out. Shit. You moan at the sight of him; eyes, rolling back. Your tongue nears him slowly, meeting his warm skin. Swirling your tongue you catch his prerelease glistening on his tip making him groan.

Rising back up to his lips, you kiss him softly. Eddie reaches for the button of your pants drawing it open; lowering the zipper. Warm kisses trail your body as he removes your pants.

"Fuck, y/n," he pants. Flicking his tongue across you nipple; blowing lightly. The chill of your piercing making you purr. "So, so damn hot..." Eddie takes your hand in his, pulling you toward the head of the table.

He reaches for the throne, drawing it away. Eddie takes a seat, leaning back slightly. "Get on your knees, sweetheart."

You do; sliding your hands up his thighs, inches away from his cock. His member pulses as you squeeze his inner-thigh.

"Don't tease me, y/n," he warns.

Shit.

"May I?" He gives you a nod in reply; a cocky smile on his lips.

Gripping his length you move your mouth towards him. Flattening your tongue, you lick from the base to his velvety tip. "I can't wait to please you," you sigh.

He smiles widely, tilting his head back.

You release a hand, moving it up his body, the other gripping his member. Wrapping your lips around him you start bobbing up and down. Eddie returns his eyes to you.

Fuck he looks delicious from this angle. His hair tied out of the way, allowing you a better view of his face, and the pleasure on it.

You draw your hands from his tight stomach down to his balls; playing with them as you work.

Popping off, you stroke him with your hand; breasts bouncing with every thrust of the hand. "Does that feel good?" You ask, breathlessly.

"Mmm... It feels so good, y/n. You look so beautiful, baby."

You return your mouth to his shaft; a little deeper than before, sliding your tongue along the bottom. Eddie's fingers rake into your hair, taking a grip on your head.

"You're taking me so well," he burns.

Oh my god, Eddie... You moan lightly with every stroke. His grip grows tighter on your hair.

Eddie takes control of your head, stroking himself with your mouth. "Touch yourself, y/n," he demands; you do; ghosting your finger on your clit.

His legs start to tremble; cock, pulsing on your tongue. "Just like that, baby. Good fuckin' girl."

You suck a little harder; his tip, kissing the back or your throat, making you gag.

"F-fuck... Mmm." Eddie's hips buckle; his warmth spills into you. You swallow, your eyes burning into him; as you continue to draw out his last bits of pleasure.

Standing up Eddie quickly takes you in his arms; you wrap your legs around him, your tongue dancing with his. He walks to the table, laying you down.

"Holy shit, y/n. You're so good with your mouth," he groans. He grasps your thighs pulling you to the edge of the table.

"I'm going to please you but if you cum I'm not going to let you cum again. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Fuck," you cry; his eyes roll back at the sound of your voice.

He grabs your panties, ripping them off. "Shit," you breathe; your lips parted as you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly; the silver of his rings hitting the light.

"Mmm... You're soaked," he groans as he inserts two digits slowly, leaning into the table, closer to you. "How are you so wet, y/n? He chuckles; his voice absolutely sinful. He moves his thumb to your clit rubbing circles as he stuffs his fingers in.

Eddie lowers himself, his lips meeting your nipple; licking and swirling his tongue. He moves to the other side, with rougher kisses and a light bite. Your pussy tightens around him.

"Y/n?" He knows you're about to cum.

"Please, Eddie."

"No, y/n," he says, harshly.

"Eddie, please," you whine.

He slaps your inner thigh, making you whimper. "Listen, y/n," he growls.

"I'm sorry," you wail.

"Bend over." He pulls his fingers out; the loss of his touch leaves you racing for more. You turn around bending over, resting your body on the table; your feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Fuck me. Please?" You whine.

"Mmm... So fuckin' needy," he taunts;running himself along your silk.His other hand rests on your lower back; his hold, growing tighter and tighter. Eddie slides his tip in; a low moan falling from his lips.

"More, Eddie!" He draws out completely.

"Tsk. Tsk."

He slaps your ass roughly, making you sob. His finger quickly slide up your pussy; collecting your essence. He draws them up to his lips. "You're sweet, y/n. So fucking sweet. But you haven't learned a thing, have you?"

"Eddie..."

"Who do you obey?"

"You."

"Mmm... That's right."

"Give me your hands, y/n," he demands; you wrap them around your back. Eddie grips them, pinning them against you.

He fills you completely causing you to cry in pleasure.

Eddie thrusts into you roughly. Drawing in and out; coming completely out then snapping back in.

You arch your back, changing the angle; your pleasure increasing as he pumps mercilessly into your g-spot. The pressure in you builds; your cries get louder.

He spanks you. The sound of his hand cracking against your skin leaves you begging for more. "Please, Eddie. Harder," you moan. He spanks you rougher; a prickling sensation left behind.

You cross your legs, clenching his cock tighter. He groans, loudly as a result. You fight slightly against his grip.

"E-Eddie," you whine.

"Mmm... Are you gonna cum, y/n."

"Yes. Yes," you cry.

"Did I tell you you could cum?" He chuckles, darkly. "Did you ask nicely?"

"Eddie... I... Fuck," you clench your muscles, doing everything in your power to hold back your pleasure. "Can I please cum. Pl-"

"Cum for me, y/n." You moan in response as your orgasm breaks; his thrusts are consistent as you pulse around him.

He doesn't stop, rutting his hips into you faster. Eddie reaches down, lifting your thigh onto the table; gripping your ass in his hands. The angle is even deeper than before.

Your walls flutter around his cock. "Eddie! Shit." You squeal.

"Fuck you feel so damn good, y/n. So damn good," he praises.

You feel your pleasure building again; pussy tightening around his length, body inching toward euphoria.

"Are you gonna cum again, princess?"

"Please. I'm gonna cum, Eddie," you moan through gritted teeth. "Eddie. Fuck!" Your orgasm; hits you stronger than your first. Tears stream down your cheeks, as you fall into elation.

Eddie's hips get messy, one final thrust sends him over the edges. You feel Eddie climax; his warmth filling you. He falls forward, his hands gripping the table.

He lands soft kisses on your back; moving closer and closer to your lips. Your cheek, pressed into the table as you breathe rapidly. He brushes back your hair; your lips meet his.

"You did such a good job, sweetheart."

#eddie Munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #modern eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson fanfic

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fallloverfic · 4 days

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Me: I read/watch Delicious in Dungeon for The Plot The Plot (spoilers for S01E16: Cleaners/Dried with Sweet Sake and the manga, Chapter 31: Sea Serpent, Part 1):

Never escaping from the crotch indeed lakjdladj

I also really love this fond look Marcille has for Laios and his excitement/him appreciating her genius/making use of the dungeon/whatever. It's really sweet. Chilchuck is tired and doesn't like being nearly drowned in a wall by a handsy elf.

Laios is so adorable when he's happy like this. Poor Senshi lol

Finally we get the first true Labru episode, my beloved.

Just shocked to see this mess of an adventurer. Kabru thoughts: Oh no he's hot. (yes I know he's not the one talking here, it just looks funny)

Kabru is so good-looking this episode, I took so many screencaps of him. He just looks so amazing in the anime. I love it.

Putting on smooth talker mode. Love him. Gotta flirt with the blonde tall-man for intel. I blame this whole arc for making me think Kabru is short; he's not short, Laios is just taller lol (Laios is 6'1"/185 cm tall, Kabru is 5'7"/170 cm tall). Or at least Kabru is still fitting the tall-man name and a lot taller than most other races, like the elves, just not as much as Laios is. (And for the curious: Toshiro is 5'11"/180 cm tall, so even he's shorter than Laios). I think between Toshiro, Laios, and Inutade (a 6'5"/195 cm ogre), I just had a weird impression of Kabru's height. (All heights from Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible)

Kabru being dangerous and also cute still. I just... I have too many screencaps of him alkdjalj Beautiful man.

Toshiro is a saint for tolerating this man. But they are cute together.

Kabru and Laios kill me T-T I wanted to fic for them ever since Kabru first showed up in the manga cause he was really cute and I wanted more of him and he seemed fucky enough that he would be fun to fic for, especially with the sort of enemies to lovers vibes of his party chasing Laios' party for revenge.

And then there's this chapter cover lol (this is actually two episodes ago story-wise, but it feels more relevant here):

And I was screaming in joy XD Particularly after we got to Kabru's obsession/curiosity about Laios in particular. I was putting off ficcing for them in case they actually met and yup, they did lol I still have a lot of ideas for fics for them. Maybe someday.

This man is having the time of his life with this nonsense and I love it roflmao He was like "they're either evil masterminds or stupid" and it's kind of the latter and mostly just "they're weird and it's funny" lol

I know he's faking so hard but it's still cute lol (Especially cause Laios offered to treat him to a meal, like hello, Labru date????) One thing I love about them as a pairing is their weirdness interacts in fun ways and it is hilarious.

This man is here for this absolute train wreck and I could not be happier for him. And them. Look at that little blush. Bless him.

Truly a phenomenal episode. It's also interesting seeing how... disrespectful, shall we say, to be polite, just about every character is to each other. You've got Chilchuck insulting Marcille for getting incapacitated, Marcille shoving Chilchuck into a wall to nearly drown without explanation, Toshiro's retainers - particularly Maizuru - being patronizing to all the non-tall-men (and any outsiders, really, considering at least what Maizuru thinks of Falin), Laios being... disrespectful to Toshiro with his name, and Kabru lying his ass off to get the deets on what the heck is going on and essentially being the human embodiment of -grabs popcorn-. It's a lot of really interesting character, social, and political dynamics. Everyone's a mess and I love it. I'm late cause of various nonsense with me misreading something and thinking they skipped a week and being busy but ahhhh such delicious food to catch up on. So good.

Other delicious Plot:

The Plot in Episode 3

The Plot in Episode 7

The Plot in Episode 9

The Plot in Episode 11

The Plot in Episode 13

The Plot in Episode 14

The Plot in Episode 15

The Plot in Episode 16 (you are here)

The Plot in Episode 17

#ダンジョン飯 #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #fallfthoughts #laios touden #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #toshiro nakamoto #labru #kabru of utaya #such a good episode #maizuru #like people get mad at the elves when this episode happened and it's like folks what were you reading lol #maizuru won't even dignify senshi with a name #and laios and chilchuck won't correct laios' fuckup with toshiro #the social dynamics of dungeon meshi are really good

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chaotic-orphan · 11 months

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Could you do a scenario where Supervillain is branded?

Supervillain’s arms were stretched out either side, keeping them on their knees without so much as a centimetre of give in the chains. Not that they could move even if they wanted to. They were drained. Drained of fight. Of energy. Of their strength. It was hard enough to keep their thoughts straight nevermind their vision.

Then there was a hand on their chin, tilting their head up and Supervillain groaned with the movement. Eyes blearily focusing on the pale complexion of the devil themselves.

A minor league Hero that was pure evil and anything but Heroic. They didn’t have rules or a code of ethics and morals that superhero did. No, they verged on Villainy if they didn’t despise every villain on earth.

Supervillain was honestly tired of their monologues at this point but at least they sunk in. Not that Supervillain would ever tell them that.

“Good news, Supervillain,” said the Not Hero with a smile. “I’m bored of you so I’m finally letting you go. Giving you your freedom. I would’ve thought it was going to be more of an epic fight and you escaped me because you were actually strong, but you’re nothing. Nothing. I expected more from you. Nod your head if you can hear me.”

Hero moved Supervillain’s head up and down and then released their chin as they said: “good, but before you go I have a parting gift. Something I want you to remember me by.”

They left the room and Supervillain had to strain to keep their heavy head upright. They blinked at the door, but Not Hero didn’t return. Supervillain let their head hang again, breathing a small sigh of relief that they didn’t get to experience Hero’s gift.

Then Supervillain’s head snapped up again, mouth open in a soundless scream as something white hot pressed relentlessly against their taut shoulder blades and sizzled at their skin. Still Supervillain lurched forward in their chains trying to get away, their arms shuddering as the pain followed them. Their throat raw… had they been screaming that whole time?

“Beautiful,” said Hero, taking the pain away but it didn’t matter. The burning pain lingered and Supervillain was heaving in dry breath through gritted teeth trying to fucking deal with the sensation.

Hero appeared in front of Supervillain again, a sick smile on their face. Supervillain glared up at them through their tearful eyes, their body shaking, chains jangling with the minuscule movements keeping them there. Struggling and in pain.

“I think that was the best reaction I’ve got from you yet,” they said, voice almost reverent. They placed a hand on Supervillain’s chest this time, cruel eyes never leaving Supervillains. “Let’s go again, shall we?”

Before Supervillain could even register the threat, Hero’s hand was glowing white. The scream came from the bottom of their gut, cutting up their oesophagus and tearing vocal cords before being unleashed into Hero’s emotionless dungeon and roaring in waves as the white hot pain seized Supervillain’s heart and wrapped around their ribs, as if it was going to sear bone.

They threw themselves back in their chains, but again Hero followed. Supervillain’s mind was static, not processing what was going on, muddled, murky wet and yet all too aware of that hand on their chest and the smile on Hero’s stupid weasel face and something Supervillain snapped.

The pain melted away and Supervillain stopped screaming. Hero looked at them with hard set eyes and Supervillain grinned, showing all their teeth.

“Do you want to know why my name is Supervillain, Hero? Did your colleagues not teach you better than to go after the big dogs?”

Hero just scoffed and went to press their white hot hand against Supervillain’s neck. Except Supervillain caught it in their own and now the delicious fear was painted all over Hero’s stupid weasel face.

“How are you—“

A snap echoed throughout the stone walls and Hero screamed. Their ulnar bone sticking out from their shattered wrist. The blood was starting to get all over Supervillain’s hand so they shoved Hero away while they got to their feet.

It felt so good. God, they haven’t been able to stretch in what? Days? Weeks? Their knees were creaking, killing them bones rubbing off each other exhausted from having to hold their weight in that same position.

Then there was the matter of the screaming, bleeding hero in front of them with their bones sticking out of flesh and cradled against a blood soaked shirted chest.

“Stay— stay away from me!” The kid shrieked and Supervillain chuckled. They looked so tiny now that they were to their full height, did the weasel have spots on their face? What were they?

“I’ve never seen a hero go through puberty. Usually we wait until we’re a little older. A little wiser,” Supervillain said, as they stepped forward, right onto the kid’s retreating knee. “We definitely make sure we have manners and treat our prisoners right, or something nasty like this happens, Hero, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! I’m sorry. Don’t kill me please! Please!”

“Oh I won’t kill you,” Supervillain said, voice softening. They crouched down on their hunkers to look Hero in the eye. “Watch,” was all Supervillain said as they pressed a hand over the split wrist and the bone retracted back to how it was before, inside their flesh and the wound as if it was never there.

Hero looked up at them with wide eyes, testing their wrist by flexing it to and fro. “Ho— how? How did you?”

“I don’t inflict pain I cannot heal,” said Supervillain, and Hero looked like they were going to cry.

“T-t-tha- thank you, thank you—“ Supervillain silence them by lifting a single finger in the air and Hero’s attention was back on them.

“It’s just— well, I’m a Villain, Hero. And I can heal any wound. Most of the time I just choose not to. Watch,” and Supervillain held their hand over the kids wrist again and their hand was on backwards, bones lining up perfectly and moving in the way no fingers ever should.

“Wha—“

“Oh, you’ll have to forgive me. A little body horror is always my favourite revenge. I once turned someone’s eyelids inside out. They had to wear sunglasses so they didn’t scare their own children. Hilarious stuff really, but that was because they beat me in chess, Hero. You… you tortured me for hours of endless torment. You didn’t feed me or give me water, or let me out of my chains to take a piss. So think of all the fun I’m going to have with your body while you’re conscious.”

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nanjokei · 10 months

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seeing people say that translating "dungeon meshi" literally as "dungeon food" is better than "delicious in dungeon"

i hope every translation you read for the rest of your life is boring and overly literal.

it's not like i have any feelings about the name "delicious in dungeon" but that post is ignorant and the notes are ignorance built on ignorance. literally a simple google search would show that the english name has always been delicious in dungeon from the day it was first published in tankobon format at the very latest. and hearing that the name is a play on dungeons and dragons from ryoko kui herself (both abbreviated DnD, in theory) made me appreciate it actually.

i understand op probably didn't mean for the post to blow up but it is still a stupid as fuck post. you lack discipline in google-fu

#rambles #its not like its a commonly known fact anyway but i still cant believe people dont know most manga/ln have english subtitles these days

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rukiyui-fanblog · 1 year

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RukiYui fanfic [ part 01 ]

{ this is not my destiny }

I never believed in love. I never thought that the day would come when I would see myself in someone else's life. My whole life was for Karl Heinz Sama. He was the one who gave me this life.

But today I am sitting next to you. I look at your weak and thin body. How many days have you been motionless like this? How many days have you stopped calling my name? How many days have you not looked at me with your shining eyes full of tears?

I can't believe that I am saying these words. But I miss you. I want to feel the warmth of your breath next to me again. I want to hear your sweet cries and laughs again. I want you to call my name again.

What did you do to me? I never knew what love was.But today I see my life in you. You were Eve who had to reach Adam and her true lover. But today the snake has captured you. This snake is a devil who is fascinated by you and does not want to let you go.

Please wake up . I miss you .

_Flashback_

Yui : ( How long have I been here? I don't notice the passage of time anymore. My whole body hurts. I've been imprisoned here since I was stolen by the Mukami brothers. I think this is a dungeon. It's so cold here. I can't stand it. Here It's dark. I can't see anything.

Even though the Mukami brothers brought me here together, Ruki is the only one who drinks my blood. He is really violent. He constantly calls me a livestock and bites me very hard. I thought Ayato was very rough . But now I understand that Ruki can be much more rough .

He constantly drinks my blood and punishes me for small mistakes. Last time, due to dizziness from my anemia, a glass fell from my hand and broke, and Ruki punished me with a whip. Even now, he has imprisoned me here in the dungeon. I don't know how many days have passed. But I feel very lonely. )

The door opens with a loud sound and Ruki slowly enters the dungeon.

Ruki: Oh, you are awake. This is very good . Because I am thirsty.

Yui: Ruki-kun...

Ruki: Are you really a stupid livestock? Aren't you ? Have you forgotten what I told you? No wonder you forget. I really can't believe that you forgot what I told you so soon. You forgot what to call me. I am your master. So master is the word you should call me.

Yui: ...

Ruki: More important than that. I am thirsty . Let me suck your blood.

Yui: ....!

Ruki: Aren't you going to protest? Very good . It's like you learned how to be a useful livestock for your master. I hope you have learned your lesson and don't break my things carelessly anymore.

Yui: It wasn't my fault. I really didn't want to break anything. But you sucked my blood a lot and I was dizzy and it made...

Ruki: Quiet! Like you still need more training. no problem . I will gladly train your body as your master.

Ruki bites Yui and sucks her blood.

Ruki: Nah.. Phew

Your blood is really delicious. It makes any vampire lose their mind.

Yui: It hurts.

Ruki: Of course it hurts. It must be painful to learn. Don't forget this is a punishment. I will bite you harder so that you learn not to answer your master rudely.

... Nn .. Mm. Phew...ha

You belong to me. Do not forget that you are only mine.

Yui: .....

Ruki: Did you learn your lesson ?

Yui: Yes.

Ruki: Say it loud and clear. yes what ?

Yui: Yes, I learned my lesson. I don't break anything anymore. I promise .

Ruki: And?

Yui: And... I won't be rude anymore.

Ruki: Good. I think it is enough. Your punishment is over. Now you can get out of here.

Yui: Really?

Ruki: Don't you want to stay here forever?

Yui: No, no. Of course not.

Ruki: So hurry up and get up. let's go out .

Yui: Okay ... . Ah . Kyaaa ... !

Yui fell before she could get up .

Ruki: ......! What has happened ? Why did you fall before you could stand up? Oh, I understand. Is it because of the pain? No matter what, your legs have endured a hundred lashes. Fufu... it's really funny. What a incapable of livestock you are. You will die alone. It's really pitiful.

Yui: (How cruel. Even though he is the one who caused me to be in this situation...)

Ruki: I think I have no other choice. I will carry you to your room. You better be grateful.

Ruki gently lifts Yui in his arms.

Yui: Ah... Ruki-kun... please be more gentle ... it hurts...

Ruki: Really ? I can't believe you are so weak. Apparently, your body needs more care. Don't worry, as your master, I will take care of you completely.

Yui: ....! Thank you .

Ruki: Let's get out of here.

They slowly make their way out of the dungeon.

__To Be Continued __

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where Y/N is a princess.

characters: HARRYxPRINCESSY/N

blurb: Y/N is the youngest daughter of Prince Charles and Princess Diana which makes herself the youngest sister of William and Harry(the duke of Sussex). Harry(Styles) and she meet at the Dunkirk premiere when Y/N attended with her brother Harry. This time, Harry(Styles) is in London and show Princess Y/N what it feels like to be just a girl called ‘’Y/N’’ for a day.

word count: 2.4K

warnings: fluff, a little sad in the end.

author’s note: I received a request about Y/N being a heiress and my mind just go directly to royalty so I guess this could be cool? I tried lol. If you’re british and you felt ofended by any way while reading this I’m extremely sorry!!!! I hope you guys like it as much as I do. And also, I just wanted to share that I wrote this listening to ‘’Ophelia’’ by The Lumineers and ‘’The Book of You & I’’ by Alec Benjamin.

You and Harry scheduled to meet in the British Museum situated in the Bloomsbury area of London even though it was a public space, it wouldn’t be a surprise as people already knew that you and harry new each other. You both met on the Dunkirk premiere which you attended together with your brother Harry. Harry(Styles) was such a gentleman, he actually were nervous. As a British man he respects the royal family as much possibler than he can, and he would never want to make neither you nor your brother to feel uncomfortable.

But anyway, you both scheduled there because Harry had been in England for a while and as you stayed friends it just felt right to meet up. You actually felt really tired, emotionally tired. You were so used to traveling the most amazing places with friends and now being basically locked up at The Buckingham Palace because of the corona virus felt draining for you. So when Harry came up with the meeting you were so glad to finally be leaving home, and Harry has always been the type of person who you felt like you could talk openly and be exactly who you want to be, and we don’t even have to say that the British museum it’s probably one of your favorite places in London. You were enamored by art, and there were so many interesting things in there and every time you’ll go there you’d find something new.

It was 9am and the museum it’s actually closed now but you did have some perks. You were in the Egyptian part accompanied by your bodyguard Jasper, when you suddenly listened the rough voice of you dearly friend coming closer to you making you turn yourself to look at him getting closer. He greeted you with a simple hug in which you reciprocated by opening a slight smile looking at him.

— Hello, darling — Harry said while using his hands to style his short and messy hair with a smile on his face. — How are you?

— Hi, I’ve been good, just tired! But what about you? — You asked as you both started to walk through the beautiful masterpieces — How’s your mom and Gemma? — You had that really strong British accent, which Harry understood completly, and he really likes it. He thinks it’s the cutest thing. Actually, Harry thought everything about you were extremely cute, you both have a little crush on each other but as you already told him a lot of times before, just the thought of how many things he’d have to leave for because of the royal regulation made you sad for him. You’d never ask him for something like that.

— They’re good but... — Harry stopped walking looking fixedly to your face trying to analyze your emotions by their expressions — Why are you tired? I mean, I understand it must be really bad living in a castle but anyway, what happened? — Harry said smirking at you and your reaction of laughing and rolling your eyes at him.

— Haha, really funny! You should be a humorist — You answered mocking a bit and running your right hand through your hair as you started walking again — And I asked you how were you, you won’t answer? I’ll lock you in the dungeon for your audacity! — You both always joked like this because when you first started being friends, Harry had all that idea about the old royalty with dungeons and prisoners so you’d always make fun of him for that.

— Alright, alright! I'm good, they're good, we're all good. Now, tell me! — Harry said putting his right hand slightly on your shoulder making you stop walking and look at him with all your attention. You sighed trying to form your words to explain exactly what you were feeling to him.

— I don't know, I'm just... I'm so tired of the routine, you know? I wish I could just go out to do the craziest things and not be recognized. — You were looking straight to Harry's green eyes, it felt like they were watching your soul because e was giving you his full atention. The boy really did care about you. He stayes quiet for a while in complete silence, it was a comfortable silence though. It never felt like you and Harry needed to talk all the time when you got together because it was nice just to stay together and enjoy each other's company.

— Let me take you out! — Harry suddenly said after a few seconds making your eyes widen up as you looked at him.

— Excuse me? — You asked.

— Let me take you out! We can put on some disguises and take the best London tour we can find, I bet you've never done it! — Harry said with a little smirk in the end. He was right, you never took a tour through your own city which seems crazy — You know... I really like you and if you wanna have fun this could be great! You'll be just a girl called Y/N and I'll be just a boy called Harry. — He said trying to argue with your thoughts thinking if this would actually be a good thing to do. But you didn't really have anything to lose, did you? — So, do you wanna do a bunch of fun things with me today? — Harry held out his right hand to you indicating that as soon as you shake his hand you would leave that museum and probably have the best day of your life, and so you did.

So as soon as you could, you both were out of that museum with the most ridiculous disguises, if I might say. Harry changed his fashionable clothes for some neutral grey hoodie and you changed your cute black dress to a jeans and hoodie as well. Your heart raced a bit when you both left that museum, the fear of being recognized was in you. It's not that you don't love the people of this nation, it's just... a day off could fit you pretty well.

It was hard to convince Jasper to leave you both alone though, it was his job to keep you safe and actually you don't even remember the last time you left your home without him, you just needed freedom for a while but you did convince him. He spent some minutes actually talking to Harry tons of rules about keeping both of you safe and how he couldn't risk your life and all that stuffs.

For the first time in your life, you were on those big, red and popular British bus. You and Harry entered by the back door and within minutes, you both were on the upon side of it on the last chairs. You looked through the window admiring this city and thinking about how much you would never want to live anywhere else. Harry was making a lot of dad jokes beside you though. You tried to laugh as lowly as you could but it was almost impossible, come on “What's the name of a man with a rubber toe? Roberto” it's so bad that it turns out to be funny. But anyway, the bus took both of us to King Cross where you entered a very popular fast-food place called “Five Guys” as Harry guaranteed you was the best he'd ever had and even though you'd doubted it so much, you agreed to go with him. When you were there, you ordered the biggest burger it had on the menu, which actually surprised Harry, but he surprised it too as he ordered it on the name of “Archie and Eleanor” so you could maintain your disguise.

— So.. Archie and Eleanor? — You asked smirking when you finally took the first bite of your burger. It was delicious but Harry was definitely lying, this is not the best one ever, but yep, all for the experience.

— Come on, you loved it! It's very charming, don't you think? — Harry asked as he took a sip of his coca-cola. It's crazy how these stupid disguises was working, is it really that impossible to recognize someone with a hoodie, cap and sunglasses? You didn't want to know because you were having a nice time.

— You know what, I think we need to get those Chinese cookies because I wanna read my luck! — You commented making him shook his head in reaction to your ask.

— Ok so we need to dinner Chinese food so bad! — You argued taking Harry from surprise as he didn't thought you'd stay this late with him.

— You'd have to buy actual Chinese food, you can't just buy the cookie! — He answered raising his eyebrows at you taking his last bite of his burger.

It didn't take much long for you both to be moving again. It was definitely the best day you've had in a while. You both went to Kensigton High Street and bought the most stupid UK theme hats. Harry bought a fake glasses too; it was blue and had a UK flag handed on it making you laugh every time you looked at his face.

— Come on, I still look cute! — He said putting his hands on his hips and posing like a model, on the middle of the street.

— If you say so!

Next you both went all your way up to Abbey Road which is the famous street from The Beatles photo, and you and Harry as the great fans you are had to copy them. You asked to a random person to take a photo of you two with the best American accent you could impersonate to her. The photo looked so cool and a car almost hit you two but you were fine and for some reason you both laughed and ran to the woman with your phone.

— Oh, to be drunk in love! You both are a really cute couple. — The old lady said giving your phone back to you and walked away before any of you could contest her. You both looked at each other and Harry smirked at you.

— Oh, we're such a cute couple! — Harry said blinking his eyes on a very cute way and you just rolled your eyes at him and started walking again.

— Come on, Styles! I wanna go to the Queen's Gallery — You said walking your way up to the bus stop. Harry had a big smile on his face, he didn't remember the last time he actually had that much fun. He loved England. He loved those places and he loved having this much fun with you.

In the Queen's Gallery, you and Harry tried to not make that much of a noise, it was a museum right? But it felt hard to keep it quiet because you both were taking the weirdest and funniest photos with the arts in there, for a moment you even thought you both were going to be expulsed of the location, but you didn't. None of you realized how much the time was flying and it was probably 3 pm now.

The next step was the Columbia Road Flower Market. It was probably the coolest thing of your day. You both ran around taking a lot of photos and videos. You bought one of the most delicious breads in there. You were looking at some flowers when Harry came back to you with a bunch of pink tulips on his hand, it was your favorite flowers and he knew it.

You both went to so many places actually; you went to HMS Belfast, Battersea Park, Albert Memorial, Old Spiralfields Market, Serpentine Lake, Carnaby Street and Holland Park.

When it was closer to the sunset, you went to Princess Diana Memorial Garden. It was a hard place for you. It has always been and Harry even asked if you really wanted to go there, but you did. You needed to sit down for a moment on your life and miss your mom. You were little when she died so you're probably the only one of your brothers that remember her the least.

You both lied down on the grass. It had a fresh breeze in the air, but the sun was still out, it was that golden hour moment. You rested your head on Harry's thorax looking up to the sunset orange sky above you.

— You know this can be great... If we're willing to try! — Harry said in a very low tone. He was caressing your hair with his hand analysing your face, so he could get any reaction for you.

— It would be for a while. — You said sitting up to look at his face, your faces were a few inches apart, the golden coloration on his face giving him the glow he did have naturally — But what would happen 3 years from now when someone tells you that you couldn't perform anymore? Or you couldn't release your songs? It's not right, I can't ask you this! — Harry looked away for a moment, probably trying to contain his emotions and think, just think — But we have today, we have now. Maybe we should just enjoy what we have now!

He looked back at you, directly into your eyes and again, comfortable silence. The comfortable silence Harry thought was so overrated felt right any time he was with you. He put himself closer to you if that even it's possible. His ring handed touched your cheek, eyes never distracting, you leaned in and your lips touched his. It felt magical, it felt quiet and it felt right.

The sun was out now, bringing the night and the sky full of stars. You both were by The Mall avenue, running, and dancing to the song playing backwards; it was Ophelia by the Lumineers, after that day, this song was your song and any time any of you listened to it, each other was brought up to your minds. You called it a night when you both were by the top of the London Eye, where all the big lights inspired you. When the cold breeze hit your hair and the height scared you but Harry made you feel safe.

Harry dropped you off at the castle's gate at midnight, just as he promised. You stayed by the balcony of your room until the sunrise looking at the sky because you knew that Harry was on the other side looking at the sky too thinking about how you'd never get to finish the book of you and him, and if you weren't faded to end together at least you had today.

#harry x reader #hwrryscherry #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #hwrryscherryxreader

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ichorai · 4 years

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cellmates ; one ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 3.1k

warnings / includes ; medieval au, blood and grime and death and everything in between rip, wooyoung being handsome despite being in a filthy cell djkdfj, wooyoung being a smartass, reader being petrified half the time lol, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; i’ve been meaning to write a medieval au for the longest time bcs im an absolute sucker for them and i finally got around to writing part one !!! pls be patient for part two !! i hope yall enjoy :3

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The jail cell was cold. You shivered violently, breath misting in front of you as you blew out a tired sigh. They had stripped you of all your clothes except a thin beige tank top (that had actually once been white), and ripped tights. Dried blood matted your hair to your forehead, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. It was too damn cold.

You found yourself wishing that you hadn’t stolen that necklace off of the innocent little princess. The silver glinting against her pale collarbones were just too enticing, the angry grumble of your stomach far too loud. That much silver would’ve cost a fortune; you wouldn’t have had to worry about food for years. Unfortunately, the guard caught you before you had time to make your escape, by effectively knocking a heavy baton over your head.

And the result of your desperate endeavor? A small, icy jail cell in the farthest and darkest corner of the dungeons. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen the sun.

A life sentence for attempting to ‘harm’ the princess. Oh please, all you really wanted was to go to bed without your belly twisting painfully in hunger. At least they weren’t barbaric enough to hang you for that.

The thought had tremors running up your spine. Or perhaps it was the cold.

A dim amber light appeared from the corner of your eyes, echoing footsteps gradually getting louder with each thump. Was it dinner time already? You hadn’t even eaten yesterday’s yet.

The same guard you’d seen just about a thousand times by now appeared in front of the frigid metal bars, melting candle in hand. Grizzly beard blanketing his chin and jaw, faint scar mark running over his left cheekbone, and slanted eyes the color of the princess’ silver necklace. A daily reminder of your worst mistake, it would seem.

He muttered something unintelligible before shoving a tray through the narrow slot, wintry water sloshing about in the small wooden cup with the same chunk of stale bread on the side that always tasted like metal.

How delicious. The cold had numbed you to the point where hunger was the least of your problems.

You remembered when you had first gotten here, croaking out a wispy ‘thank you’ to the guard whenever he had given you your food, hoping that he’d take sympathy and give you a bit more, or maybe even get you a blanket. You were foolish back then, you thought solemnly, curling up tighter and burying your face in between your knees.

Perhaps one of the worst things possible about being in jail was that you had absolutely nothing to do. Sometimes you would try to exercise to keep your blood running through your body and make sure your muscles hadn’t frozen over, but exhaustion constantly hung above you like a stormy cloud. More oftenly, you would make up fantastical stories including dragons and elves and faeries. But after hundreds (or maybe it was just around twenty, but who was counting?) of different stories, your creativity would run short and you would find yourself pausing mid-story, trailing off into a disappointing end of ‘and they lived till they died’.

Turns out you weren’t going to be bored alone, at least.

You had been in a fitful slumber when you heard the footsteps approach. That was strange, usually there’d only be the one guard to deliver your measly dinner.

Curious eyes grew wide when you took sight of two guards holding up an unconscious man, the toes of his worn leather boots dragging against the damp stones of the dungeon ground.

What you wouldn’t give for a nice pair of leather boots. Your toes twitched in your worn socks at the thought.

They began stripping him of his clothes, much like they had done to you in the beginning, grunts of exertion leaving them in misty huffs. They left shortly after, grumbling about being ‘fuckin’ cold’. As if they had any right to complain.

In the dim light of the candles, you could barely make out what the new prisoner looked like. He was slumped up against one of the icy stone walls, dark hair tied into a short ponytail. A low groan escaped the man, foot twitching as he slowly aroused from unconsciousness.

“Fuck,” His voice came out hoarse and raspy. He pushed against the floor to prop himself up at a better angle. More curses left his lips in a rapid flurry. You watched in timid fascination as he raised a pale hand to dab against his forehead, hissing when he pulled away with crimson staining his skin.

Looking upwards, he finally caught your curious gaze.

The two of you stared at one another for a second before he huffed, reaching up to his head once more. This time, his fingers didn’t only pull away with blood, but with a thin hair pin that glinted against the candle’s small flame.

You hadn’t noticed that your mouth was hanging slightly open when he struggled to his feet, limbs shaking with effort and cold.

And he started picking the lock, stopping every minute or so to blow his breath onto his quickly numbing fingers.

After less than ten minutes, the frozen bars swung open with a rusty creak.

At that point, you yourself had gotten up, eyes widening. You shuffled closer to your own locked bars. It was as if the man had forgotten you were there, flinching when he turned and saw you pressed up against your cell.

“Don’t leave me here,” You whispered, starting to feel the familiar feeling of desperation clawing at your throat.

For a second, he looked conflicted. A hard, determined film passed over his eyes and he tore his gaze away.

“Sorry,” Was all he said.

And he left, just as quickly as he had come.

Strings of foul curses left his mouth once he was dragged back. And this time, he was far bloodier than before. He barely looked like the same person.

You had to hold in a breath as they threw his limp body back into the cell, one of them spitting at his feet. Grimacing, you looked away and scowled.

Perhaps if he had let you out as well, the both of you would’ve been able to escape.

Ten minutes after the guards had left, the man across from you reached behind his back to pull something out. He didn’t have another hair pin, did he? Would he let you out this time?

Probably not, you thought bitterly.

The object he pulled out was small and round, a shiny red ball that seemed to glisten beneath the candlelight.

It made a resonating thud against the stone of the cell, echoing down the halls.

And he did it again. And again. And three, four, ten times more.

“Please stop,” You found yourself saying, a headache brewing behind your temple. But your voice was too soft, drowned out by the incessant bouncing of his rubber ball.

Downing what was left in the damp wooden, you mustered the courage to croakily shriek, “Stop! Please, stop!”

Startled by your sudden noise, he hadn’t been able to catch the ball’s last bounce, and crimson streaked past as it hit the wall behind him, ricocheting past the jail bars and out into the hallway. You watched silently as it rolled away, until it was far out of your sight.

“Bitch,” You heard him mutter under his breath.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you sneered at him, “You’re a fool, you know. Thinking you could escape a place like this.”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyebrows raised while he shuffled closer, pressing his pale face against the cold bars. Now that he was out of the shadows, you managed to get a proper look of his face. He was all bone and skin, dark hair grown a little too long, hazel eyes glinting along with the dim flames. “At least I managed to get out of my cell. That’s probably more than you’ve ever done.”

If he was trying to pick a fight with you, it wouldn’t work.

“What’s the point, anyways? There’s only so much out there for people like us.”

“People like us… ?”

Your eyes darted to him, and you immediately averted your gaze. It’d been a long time since anyone had properly looked at you. Perhaps under all the blood and grime, he’d actually be quite handsome.

“Commoners, peasants. We grow up stupid, work until our fingers bleed, and then die from a disease because we don’t have the money for a healer.”

A low rumble that could pass as a laugh worked its way out of him, “You’re telling me you would rather stay locked up in here than back outside? You don’t want to feel the sun on your face, the taste of sweet fruits, the warmth of another human being?”

“Of course I do,” You retorted. “I’m just saying that it’s pointless.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, “How long have you been here?”

“Too long to keep track.”

At this point, you couldn’t really tell whether it was refreshing to talk to someone after so long, or just plain annoying. He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking up once more.

“What got you here?”

You huffed. There was no harm in telling him, right?

“I ripped a priceless necklace off of the princess because I was hungry.”

It was as if his volume tripled when he yelped, “You’re Y/N L/N?!”

How he had that much energy after getting beaten up twice, was still a mystery to you.

“The one and only.” You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself. It seemed that you were quite famous in the outside world.

“That’s amazing,” He breathed out, eyes wide as he leaned further into the bars. “My name’s Wooyoung. I’m your new cellmate.”

Your eyes flickered to his once more. If you were going to be stuck here with him, might as well get to know him a little better.

“I’m not your cellmate,” You deadpanned, despite Wooyoung’s disappointed pout. “You’d need to be in the same cell as me to be my cellmate.”

One of his shoulders lifted in a half-shrug.

“So why are you here?” Part of you was afraid of what he was going to say. He didn’t really seem to strike you as someone who’d do anything seriously terrible… right?

“I… I just threw one or two punches at the crown prince, is all. And maybe a kick to the groin. And gave him a couple broken ribs.” He laughed a little at that last part, as if the memory amused him.

“You what?”

Scoffing, Wooyoung flicked his hair out of his eyes, “I think you heard me perfectly clear, sweetheart.”

A strange feeling blossomed in your stomach. You shuffled a bit closer to your own bars, until the light hit your face.

“Was it worth it?”

Wooyoung paused at the unexpected question.

“Yeah, I would do it again. A million times over.” It was the first time he looked away, a distant glaze over his eyes. “He was touching a servant girl and she was begging him to stop. But he didn’t. So I intervened.”

A palpable silence laid over the two of you, thick and heavy.

“Good,” Was all you said. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s morning.”

You ignored him. Time didn’t matter anymore, not to you. Soon enough, he’d stop caring as well.

Hours and days melted into weeks and months, along with the frost on the bars and the icicles hanging off the ceilings.

At least it wasn’t cold anymore. Everything was wet.

“Okay… would you rather live knowing how you die or live forever?” Wooyoung asked in queer tone, laying down on the ground with his bare back pressed against the damp stone.

You bit into a chunk of stale bread, pausing to chew around the hard crust before swallowing, “No one wants to live forever.”

“Rich people do,” He murmured, flipping over onto his stomach to do some push-ups.

You averted your eyes. He was right; if you were rich, you would’ve probably chosen the latter option too.

“I’ll choose to live forever when I get out of this goddamn cell. But for now, we’re sticking with knowing how I die,” The raven-haired man huffed out through each strenuous push-up. He’s been getting weaker and weaker by the day, living off of nothing but crispy bread and metallic water and the occasional measly slice of dry apple.

“You’re not getting out,” You scoffed. “We’re not getting out. Why do you keep saying that we will?”

Wooyoung falls flat onto his stomach, blowing his hair away from his eyes in frustration, “And why do you keep saying that we won’t? Do you really think we’re going to die here?”

Throwing your hands up into the air, mouth full and bread crumbs rimming your lips, you nodded vehemently, “Yes! Look around us, Wooyoung. How on Earth would you plan on getting out? I’ve been trying for forever before you came around. I’m still here.”

“Yeah, but that was back when I wasn’t here. Now I am.”

“That’s absolutely great, genius. But guess what? We’re still stuck here!”

Wooyoung scowled at your salty remark. He crawled closer to the bars looking down the hallway to make sure no guards were near.

Glancing back to you, he whisper-yelled, “I have a plan.”

“That’s a stupid plan,” You sneered, deadpanning.

The man across from you rolled his eyes, “It’s the only one we’ve got.”

“You do know they’ll find out eventually, right? We can’t just go back to our normal lives.”

“Then let’s run away.” His gaze bore into you as you felt yourself flush heavily. “You and me. We can sneak our way onto a fishing boat, sail off to someplace… not here.”

A shiver ran up your arms, gooseflesh prickling your skin, “Stop.” You mumbled. “Don’t get my hopes up.”

Wooyoung grasped the bars tightly, knuckles turning white, “Y/N, listen to me. We can do it. I swear, I’ll get you out of here.”

It was stupid, you knew it was. But you couldn’t help the small spark of hope flare in the middle of your chest, heart pumping just a tad quicker at his words. Hope was an intoxicating drug; you either get sucked into some sort of deluded fantasy, or live without the illusions of false happiness.

However, The words left you before you even had a chance to hesitate. “You promise?”

“I swear on my next slice of dried apple.” He said, eyes twinkling with excitement behind the shaggy, overgrown hair.

“Okay.” You breathed out, somewhat satisfied. The dull ache in your spine was ignored as you slumped against the stone wall, closing your eyes and imagining what outside was like. All you could recall about outside was how terrible it was. Of course, not as bad as being in here, but not much to look forward to.

Cracking an eye open, you glanced to Wooyoung, who had curled up into himself in the corner of his cell, slightly obscured by the shadows.

Life outside seemed better when you imagined yourself with Wooyoung.

“Remember the plan?”

Wooyoung snorted, rolling his eyes, “How many times have you asked me that now?”

You scowled, “Just making sure you won’t mess anything up. Can you really guarantee you’re strong enough to knock him out?”

Biting down on his lip, he shrugged in a nonchalant manner, “I’ll try my best. And if that’s not enough, well… it was nice meeting you.”

The two of you waited in tense silence for a couple minutes, the expected thudding of boots coming down to give the two of you your meals for the day. The familiar grey eyes of the guard swept over the two of you, bending down your cell first to shove the tray through the narrow slot like he had hundreds of times before.

Then, he turned to Wooyoung.

“What’s on the menu today, sir?”

Stormy eyes narrowed, the guard’s nose wrinkled in distaste, “Th’ same shit you eat every day.” His gravelly voice rumbled, clearly not used to prisoners being able to talk, much less form coherent sentences. “It’s what criminals like you deserve.”

A gasp of mock-offense left Wooyoung in the most dramatic manner possible, “Why, if stopping a rapist from raping is worse than being a killer and killing, then I must be the worst criminal alive.”

“You better shut your mouth before I get half the mind to carve your tongue out for you.” The guard spat, nearing closer towards the bars menacingly, one hand on the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t below leaving a prisoner bleeding and tongueless.

Wooyoung did nothing but raise an eyebrow, “Oh, come now! I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of kills. Especially when you swore an oath to protect a murderous king!”

Your eyes widened slightly; you had no idea he would go as far as to claim treason.

The guard, however, cackled the ugliest laugh you’d ever heard. “You seem really not to like your tongue, boy. Only, for that comment, they’ll be taking your head along with it.”

It all happened so quickly, you wouldn’t even have the time to scream if you wanted to.

Just as the guard leaned closer tauntingly, nose almost brushing against the rusty metal bars, Wooyoung grabbed the front of the guard’s steel collar, yanking him forward into the metal columns with all of his might.

A sickening crack echoed across the stone.

It happened again, and again, and three more times after that. Wooyoung was panting, eyes wild.

“Is he dead?” You craned your neck to try to get a good look, but it was too dark to make out much of anything.

“No. He’ll wake up with a nasty concussion in a couple hours, give or take.”

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” You asked, heart pounding far too loudly in your ribcage. The faint sound of jingling almost had you bursting into tears of joy. He had the keys.

A small, non-committal hum emitted from Wooyoung’s cell. “You learn from dreaming about all the different ways you could’ve done that to the crown prince. And thankfully, I got the chance.” Suddenly, Wooyoung appeared in front of your cell, a ring of small keys hanging from his pointer finger, the widest grin spread across his face. “Told you I’d get you out, didn’t I?”

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the-young-and-forgotten · 3 years

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A Glimpse Through The Years - First Year

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1st of September 1991 - 1st Year:

You fall through the magic barrier, your heavy trunk thunking onto the floor. You lay beside it, physically exhausted from dragging it 200 metres. “I’m only eleven, god knows why they have to make it so goddamn heavy.” You grumble under your breath.

A figure pops into your view, extending a hand to help you up. “It’s called Slave Labour love, my parents use it all the time.” You slowly realise who it is and laugh. The sun behind him lights up his platinum blond hair, making you squint to see. “Put your hair away Malfoy, before you permanently blind me.”

He scowls at you but helps you up off the ground. “It only took me an hour to get it like this!”

As you walk by with your trunk, you lift a hand and mess up his hair as best you could. “An hour wasted, i’d say.”

He shakes his head before running after you, a stupid grin on his face.

On the train, You scope it out for the best compartment you can find. After a few minutes, you pick one. Inside, there are two brutish boys already sitting in there. They give you the side-eye as you and Draco shuffle around on the seat opposite them.

Once settled, Draco is quick to introduce himself. “My names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” He uses that ponce, arrogant voice that always makes you roll your eyes. You mutter your name when they inquire and give theirs in return. Not that you cared. You are not hanging around with two idiots who activate Dracos arrogant demeanour.

All of a sudden, Dracos droning voice falls silent. You follow his gaze towards a boy with unruly hair walking by with a couple of red-heads.

Draco's eyes narrow and he speaks with such contempt that even you are shocked.

“Potter.” He spits out the word, like it was something disgusting.

“Potter who? Isn’t that the guy who you saw in Madam Malkin’s?”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly he stands and gestures to the boys sitting across from you. “Let’s go introduce ourselves to them eh? Y/n you coming?”

You sigh. “I’m fine here thanks. I’d rather be reading my book.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

After a little bit, he comes back, extremely agitated. He plops down beside you, facing the window. His arms are crossed and his legs are drawn in.

“I guess it went horribly?” He nods.

You sigh. “Maybe if you hid your hideous face, you guys would be friends.” You think you detect a flicker of a smile before you turn back to your book.

You stumble off the train, your whole body aching from sitting for so long. Draco actually falls but picks himself up quickly, looking around to check if anyone had seen.

You make your way towards the boats, trying to grab one with Draco. But the crowd pulls you two apart and you get stuck with two jabbering bimbos.

You learn that these two bimbos are called Blaise and Theo and they aren't actually jabbering bimbos. The two boys make you laugh numerous times, especially when Theo falls into the lake (you may or may not have pushed him).

When you step off the boat you are all acting a bit crazy. You say goodbye to Blaise and Theo as you look for Draco. You finally find him, picking a fight with the Potter boy. You go to break it up, but you’re beaten to it by Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall pulls them apart then proceeds to announce all the rules (which you zone out of) and before you know it, the rest of the first years are surging forward. You pull Draco back, meaning to talk. Crabbe and Goyle fall back too, loyally sticking to his side. “Can you tell those two to buzz off?” You mutter to Draco. He rolled his eyes but complied.

“Whatcha want?” He asks. “You can’t start fights with Potter!” You say “I just asked him to be my friend!” “Oh yeah sure. That’s why you literally said that he shouldn’t hang out with that Weasley boy.”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, maybe that was a bit mean.”

This time, you roll your eyes. “Let’s just get to the Sorting Ceremony.”

Both you and Draco get sorted into Slytherin. You grin at each other and sit down at your house table. Dumbledore gets up to give his speech you internally groan, your parents always complained about these. Halfway through the speech, Draco turns back to you and makes his hand do the talking movement as he mouths ‘blah blah blah’ over and over again. You snort into your hand, shaking with suppressed laughter.

When Dumbledore finally shuts up, you dig into your food. The food was delicious, tasting 10 times better than it ever did in the muggle world. You can’t help but stuff your face. Draco notices this and mocks you. It’s his own fault that chick mysteriously ended up in his hair.

When the feast is finally over, your Prefect brings you down to the dungeons. Along the way, you marvel at the whole interior of the castle. Draco nudges you and shows you the painting of a knight struggling to get on his donkey. You grin at each other and make fun of each and every portrait you come across.

Down in the Slytherin dorms, the Prefect keeps droning on about house pride. “He sounds a little like you when you’re being arrogant.” you whisper to Draco. He turns to you, his expression practically screaming hurt and mock rage. “I do NOT sound like that!!!” His face morphs into a slightly nervous one “Do I?” You just shake your head and head up to your dorm, eager for sleep.

You are woken up by the chattering of your roommates. You slam a spare pillow over your head, groaning about how early it was.

“Get up L/n.” said one of the girls. “Malfoy wants to see you.”

You roll your eyes at Dracos dramatics but hurry to get dressed and meet him.

When you get into the Common Room, Dracos is there waiting impatiently. “Finally!” He groans “It only took you forever!” You roll your eyes and muss up his slicked-back hair. “The hair Draco! That's it! That’s why Potter won’t be friends with you!”

He looks at you incredulously. “Seriously? The hair now?” You nod solemnly, before breaking into laughter. “You are never gonna let this go are you?” you shake your head, still giggling.

“Ugh let’s just get to class.” He sighs. That immediately dampens your mood. You physically deflate, complaining. “We just had such a long ride yesterday and now school? Uggghhh.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the Great Hall. “Complain when the day is actually done.”

The first half of the year passed in a blur. Crabbe and Goyle were really starting to annoy you. Acting like Dracos bodyguards. Not that he hated it, quite the opposite really. They stuck around so much that it was near impossible to spend time with Draco.

It was one of those few times you managed to steal him away for a few hours. You were silently fuming. You had been his best friend for years and now just to talk to him was like booking a doctors appointment!

Draco picks up on your mood but doesn’t say anything. A few minutes pass and he can’t help himself. “Are you okay Y/n?” “Peachy.” you answer in the most monotone voice you can muster.

“You don’t sound peachy.” “Only took you 2 hours to finally figure that out.” “Well, I’m sorry for inquiring on how you are!” He stops in his tracks and turns to face you, speaking softly now. “What’s wrong?”

You stop too, extremely mad. “Have you ever thought that maybe I am feeling a bit left out whenever you go off with those trolls you call friends?” “they’re not trolls!” you cross your arms, your stance spitting sass. “Their grades beg to differ.”

He throws his hands up in the air in exasperation. “SERIOUSLY! What is wrong?” “I practically just told you! Now, work the rest out for yourself!” you push past him, storming down the corridor. A couple seconds later, you sneak a look behind you. Draco is clenching at his hair and staring up at the ceiling like it would give him the answer.

You turn back around shaking your head. ‘Maybe if I- no, don’t think about it.’ you force yourself to keep walking no matter how much you wanted to go back.

The christmas break was quite boring. Draco went home whilst you and Theo were stuck at Hogwarts. You might’ve fought with Draco before he left, but you did miss him. A lot. More than you wanted to admit.

It was only a few days after everyone left and you were already bored out of your mind. You and Theo were sitting next to each other in awkward silence. The months you had spent not talking and hanging around in different friendship groups had made things extremely awkward between the two of you.

“So, why are you stuck at Hogwarts.” he asks, trying to start a conversation. “My parents kept me here because they want me to refine my chess skills.” you wink at him and he grins. “Well I miss L/n, happen to be a master chess player so you’ve come to the right place.” the two of you scooch over to the chessboard and play game after game, after game after game.

By the end of the holidays, you were quite sick of Chess. You sat there, dying of boredom, playing yet another game. “Theo, when this game is over I will NEVER look at chess right again!” He laughs and looks at something behind you. “Well, I think I found something that’ll cheer you up.” Extremely curious, you turn around. “DRACO!” you scream running to give him a hug (you had apparently completely forgotten about your fight). “Please save me, Theo’s chess games are extremely boring!” “HEY!” Theo shouts indignantly as you and Draco start laughing.

It had been a few weeks after Draco had come back. He was hanging out with you considerably more, just not as often as he used to. But you’d settle for this. You two were enjoying each other’s company and laughing like the old times.

Suddenly, he pulls you behind a corner and peeks out. You peek too and notice Harry, Ron and Hermione walking towards Hagrid's Hut. You roll your eyes. Not this. “Draco they’re just-” “Ssshhh! Somethings… up.” he narrows his eyes suspiciously.

You knew right before he did what he was just about to do. You put a hand on his shoulder to stop him “Draco, please!” He shoves your hand off his shoulder “Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”

But you don’t wait. As soon as he walks away, so do you. Back to the dorms. You’re not waiting around for him to get in trouble for snooping.

Hours pass and you grow extremely worried. Where is he? What happened? Is he okay? Blaise and Theo try to help to take your worries off your mind, but nothing works. “Something bad has happened to him guys, he’s never gone this long!” “Y/n, it’s okay! He’s probably caught in some stupid situation with Potter he can’t get out of!” Theo tries to reassure you. It just stresses you out even more. “Like that’s gonna help” Blaise mumbles. “Oh yea! Well you try then!”

Blaise and Theo glare at each other before Blaise looks at you. “Read a book on the couch and wait for him to come back, it won’t be long, I promise.”

The two of them head up to their dorm, leaving you alone to wait for Draco.

He finally comes back in. Bursting through the door, soaked and looking extremely traumatised. You sit up quickly. “Draco! Where were you? What happened?”

He plops down beside you on the couch. He sighs reluctantly “I should’ve listened to you. All I got was trouble. I’m so sorry Y/n, I wasn’t thinking.” You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you the whole story but he just leans into you. “Never ever go into that forest okay? It’s…” he shivers, eyes clouding “Disgustingly terrifying.”

You give him a big hug “And this is why we are NEVER getting into trouble again are we?” He chuckles “It’s not a promise but I’ll try.”

It’s finally nearing the end of the year. The rivalry between Draco and Harry has calmed down a bit since the adventure Harry and his friends took just a few days ago. All assignments were handed in, all spells learnt, all potions completed.

I mean sure, you still had quite a few run-ins with Potter and his friends but at least they weren’t whipping out their wands and practically shooting ‘avada kedavra’ at each other.

By the time the End of Year Feast rolled around, you were growing more and more reluctant to go. Hogwarts had become your second home. But you had your family waiting for you and you missed them more than ever.

At the Feast, Draco sits beside you absolutely glowing with excitement. “Slytherins totally gonna win this year! I mean, look how many points we have!” He raises his voice slightly and stands so everyone can hear. “Suck on that Potter!” You roll your eyes and pull him back into his seat, amused by his antics. “Seems like you’re still the petty, competitive boy I made friends with seven years ago.”

He scoffs a little. “Like that's ever gonna change.” ‘I hope not’ you think, looking back at the staff table.

Dumbledore stands up, making his way to the podium. “Here we go..” you hear Draco whisper. Your mouth twitches into a little smirk.

As usual, his speech was boring as hell. Slytherin banners turn into big red lions as Draco groans and slams his head onto the table. It was exactly like you had expected.

The whole Slytherin table is in a bad mood throughout the Feast. You never knew people could care so much about points. To you, it was just a dumb way to get kids to do their homework.

You and Draco walk back to the dungeons together. “I still can’t believe Gryffindor won..” He groans for about the millionth time that evening. “it was quite obvious.” You say. He perks up. “How?” “THINK Draco! The idiots went into a highly dangerous area, survived and saved the Wizarding World from evil. Again.” You think about it for a second, stopping in your tracks. “Granted, they probably should’ve been expelled but thats beside the point.”

You continue down into the dungeons, Draco running behind you, trying to catch up. “Maybe we can get the student body to sign a petition and get them expelled!” “Dray, thats stupid.” “Oh yeah, I forgot. Everybody likes Potter.” he spits out the name, like it was a nasty curse.

“Well, everybody except us.”

You consider this and decide to push his buttons a little. “Well, I don’t know. I think I’m really starting to fancy Potter.” He stares at you in disgust “You have just been officially unfriended. Get lost.”

Your laughter echoes down the corridor, several portraits reprimanding you.

You wake up once again to the obnoxious yelling of your roommates. Luckily you had packed your trunk last night, so you take it out and run downstairs.

Draco was waiting for you, ready to go home.

You arrive at Hogsmeade Station. You hurry onto the train, snagging the same compartment you had used at the start of this year. Draco settles down beside you. “So, going home huh.”

“Yeah!” you exclaim. “I’m so excited to see my parents again! I really miss them.”

“At least one of us does.” you give him a quick hug. “They’ll be proud of you Dray, who wouldn’t?” He smiles weakly and quickly changes the subject.

At last, the train pulls into Kings Cross Station. You unwillingly step off the train, knowing full well that you weren’t gonna see Hogwarts and Draco for at least 3 months.

You turn to face each other and smile. You pull him into a big hug, squeezing him extra tight.

“See you next year?”

“Yeah”

“And please Draco, take care of your hair! Maybe your face too”

He laughs before heading towards his parents. They look at you with loathing before turning around and stalking off, noses in the air.

Draco looks back one more time and gives you a little wave, you wave back, smiling a little. You find you parents and walk out through the magical barrier, back into the muggle world.

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@fantrorillaz submitted:

Guys, guys you’re not gonna believe this, so I fuckin’ I fuckin go to Peynon Wir- Weypon pir- fuck. I’m going to Weynon Priory because the fuckin, he’s like, he’s like the king of all of Tamriel this is Uriel. Fucking. Septim. And you guys know I’m not a fan of his work, but like, Xikeel was like sitting there filing her nails or somethin ignoring every word he said but I shit you not this fuckin, goblet-swilling like imperial dude. Yknow how like the super rich imperials are always swilling goblets like “oh! It uh- fluctuates the subtle flavor notes!” Or whatever but it doesn’t really do anything I imagine if he had like, some wine with him he’d be doing that even though, and I forgot to say this, he had a VERY large stab wound; that he kinda deserved not just because he’s the emperor, but guys; guys he fuckin would. Not. Shut. Up. About how he was gonna die. Not in the like “oh I’m so old! Gonna kick the bucket any day now!” But this man was like, takin it like a champ. Whole time he was like “yep! Gonna get murdered, it’s my destiny to die in this very spot!” I shit you not he almost pointed to the exact fuckin, dusty-ass corner of the dungeon that’s practically IDENTICAL to all other dungeons and STOOD there while some guy who has to conjure his own armor sneaks up from behind with the grace of a fucking. Like a fucking cave troll with his arms like *this* and everything and stabbed the man right there before like thirty guys with curved swords hacked him to pieces.

But anyway- oh yeah. Xikeel was like picking up the knife, lookin at it, looting the other dead bodies like she really didn’t give a shit and Yknow what I didn’t either but this guy he was talking 1. End of the world 2. Everyone dying 3. Some other dark shit and then; and then this guy fuckin, lobs this jewel the size of my fucking palm, like, [shows hand] you see my hand here? It was like from like, the middle part of my fingers here like to joint to the bottom of my palm that’s how huge it was. Nearly fuckin. Beamed me in the skull.

But anyway he says if I don’t want all that very bad shit to happen to everyone including me; I need to take it to some - I think his name was Jeff? Jeff. What a stupid fuckin name. Anyway I need to bring it to Jeff in Weynon Priory so I go do that. Shit’s the first thing I do because I’m freakin’ out because it’s the fuckin oblivion crisis not like- the oblivion vacation or the oblivion... thing but like an actual, interplanar demonic invasion typea crisis. So guys I get there, and I meet this Jeff guy and he’s like a monk, like you know monks, right? Not even like the cool kind we’re talking shitty robes, stupid haircut, probably just... sits in a chair and eats bread and cheese all day and he’s not allowed to speak and he’s like, this secondary old guy. So I tell Jeff I show him the fuckin’. Stone. Which at this moment I realize is the amulet of kings cause the guy tells me it is and WOW it’s UGLY, like if I was emporer you would not catch me dead wearing that shit.

Do y- do you think all emperors have like really strong necks? Do you think they just have big, beefy neck muscles under those HYUGE fur collar coat thingies from wearing this fucking paperweight all the time? Every septim probably has a thick neck or a really bad back probably, would explain a lot. Where was I? Oh yeah so we- Xikeel’s still there she’s kinda tagging along we’re buds, and it’s the end of the world so we’re gonna stick together. We give Jeffery the fucking amulet and then he tells us to go to Kvatch and my feet already fuckin’ hurt cause I had to like step on rocks n shit barefoot until I could find real shoes cause they don’t give you shoes in prison, but I’m gonna go anyway, I gotta go find a priest in kvatch and bring him back because apparently he’s some secret bastard king deal.

So I get there. And there’s an oblivion gate. And there’s spiders and alligator things and dremora and all this other shit I want NOWHERE near me but like. It’s in the way I gotta get into the church I gotta get the fucker back to Weynon Priory cause it’s the oblivion crisis so I gotta fuckin- use my shitty sword and bow and stuff and I’m mostly there as backup Xikeel is KILLING it and I mean that makes sense she’s some kind of like, assassin... thing... so it was actually pretty easy with her and we get to the church. Guys. This priest is so fuckin hot. Like I’m not saying he was tall had big muscles a nice chin, I’m sayin like, he’s like very “30s-40s got his life figured out gay man” with like a- like a he’s gotta bit of padding he’s a bit- what’s the word kids are saying “”thick”” ? Am I saying that right? He was... “”thick””?! I don’t fuckin care dude was hot. Anyway we get back to this monastery yankin my collar the whole time, I- I may have undone a button or two Yknow just get the pecs- the pec- the one pec I have kinda out with the chest hair and the scar to kinda try to look hot. Anyway, we get back to Weynon Priory and shit’s on fire, people are screaming and there’s fucking wizards. Everywhere. Like you know how you can have like rats...? Or flies...? This place had like a huge wizard infestation and they were just. Beating the SHIT out of everyone. So I run in kinda. Flailing my sword and at this point I am HUNGRY like I have had not had 1. Lunch 2. Or dinner. Like I broke out of prison right when they were gonna feed me like the dude with the fuckin’ tray was coming down the isle like “here’s your slop you elven scum” and I’d be like “thank you very much sir for the delicious food!” But no I gotta deal with this fuckin. Wizard infestation on an empty stomach.

So anyway like we get rid of the wizards, almost everyone’s dead and Jeff is like. “[gasp] the amulet of kings!” Like he didn’t have it on his fuckin person and I’m like... what’s going on? What’s wrong? I follow this guy upstairs and he’s checking his like desk drawer. Guys I shit you not he put the amulet of kings in his fucking desk with like. His keys and his lozenges and stuff. He didn’t even lock- he didn’t even lock it! He hid it like- he hid it like one of those jokes you play on your friends like “Oh no where did my inkwell go!!” And you just sit there with a smarmy look on your face while your friend fiddles around for it for like- an extra two seconds. Anyway, now I gotta go infiltrate their fuckin- wizard cult base and get the amulet back and hopefully it’ll be just that easy... but probably not... because seriously this whole thing has been a slog. Anyway guys thanks for coming to the stream see ya.

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cecilyneville · 3 years

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the spanish princess ep 7, aka “how to lose friends and alienate people, the catherine of aragon story”

(ok so - i didn’t watch ep 6 but seeing that screencap of that bless this mess or whatever it said embroidery in the more household absolutely sent me, so here i am with a glass of rose ready to get MAD)

honestly, the cognitive dissonance required on emma frost’s part to be like “catherine was raised by her mother to be a warrior queen” and then to have catherine only give mary attention as well as education because she’s the only child she’ll ever have is truly astounding

meg just like ah yes...another garbage man for me to love (i’m assuming that’s methven fighting with james v?)

why is james calling methven a sassenach when he is very much scottish?

(i know he’s not methven yet sorry, i’m as bad as ef)

georgie’s acting is a bit hammy sometimes but at least she’s trying, at least she’s actually displaying emotion

i personally think wolsey is super sexy

it’s back! does this little metaphor have a name?

wow...catherine really does hate meg for no reason

lina’s side-eye...it’s COMING

siri, play “we gotta get outta this place” by the angels

“what a strange thing to ask a cardinal in a church” LOVE HIMMM

wolsey pointing out that catherine has no friends lol

surprised that a word as big as “ecumenical” made it into a tsp script

“do you hate my sister now?” catherine can’t even get a single win and i love it

check out the slightly more accurate hood in the background!! more of an early french hood but still, i take what i can get

you know, i thought it was pretty on-the-nose when the tudors had mary say “i will burn as many heretics as i have to”, but this really takes the cake

“why do you cry?” uhhh maybe bc you’re revelling in the defeat of lina’s own people, catherine, you horrible person

the TALENT and CHARISMA and BEAUTY that stephanie levi-john has, manifesting a successful career for her

“to hell with parchment, i will take what i’m owed in gold. think of it as a border raid” THAT’S MY GIRL

“i cannot fall for another” but you WILL

given they’re running out of time i’m assuming meg & “hal” stewart are going to have a happy ending which...ok

shouldn’t more be a knight by now, not just master more? who knows what year we’re in

is...stafford going to get arrested bc they find him in catherine’s chambers?

“you must tell no one” IS CATHERINE GOING TO TRY & FAKE A PREGNANCY??? DELICIOUS

who are those two ladies with catherine? have they just forgotten the boleyn girls exist?

for a show that loves heavy-handed foreshadowing, it is mindboggling that neither anne nor mary boleyn have been anything other than glorified extras. particularly as they had anne attending mary and saying stuff like “hmmm a RICH KING” back in episode 2!!! it’s like they straight up forgot about her

why did they never call stafford “buckingham”? it was his title from a young age & they seem to have no problem referring to thomas boleyn as “wiltshire” when it would make more sense - if you’re catering to an audience with little knowledge of the era - to refer to him by his surname. like, this show doesn’t even operate on its OWN logic

INSANELY HILARIOUS, the mores are literally the flanderses

tfw you stumble upon your boyfriend’s sex dungeon

i personally would like to see andrew buchan go full zealot

stephanie outshines literally everyone in this show

wolsey is trying to link yorkists with protestants, that’s definitely how it worked

lina eavesdropping...love u queen

catherine just like “if i keep my hand on my stomach people will think i’m still pregnant”, what a genius

A GABLE HOOD IN THE BACKGROUND!!! (and some french hoods with actual veils, including on maggie!)

“to my dear friend lord stafford...get fucked, love henry xoxo”

it is WILD to me that stafford and also norfolk are so enamoured with catherine when she’s done fuck all for them (also...where is norfolk)

you hate to see him go, but you love to watch him leave

why are these beheadings so gruesome but also so stupid looking - much like the stillbirth catherine suffered after flodden, they leave nothing to the imagination and that’s...not a good thing

WHY would catherine be talking about a potential annulment when everyone thinks she’s still pregnant?

surely all of these scripts were first drafts, the basic plot holes that could be picked up on a reread

ch’s modus operandi is painful villainous smiles and nothing else

#the spanish princess #one more week folks............#tbd #there is SO much they have to cover in the next episode i can't wait to see them make an absolute hack of it

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years

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S1E24 What Have You Done?

This is actually one of the most important episodes of the series, not for anything that it immediately did, but for the character work - specifically, setup for Princess Bubblegum’s moral ambiguity, work stress, and character motivations that would not be paid off until much later. (also she speaks german the first time here)

So you’ve seen her be a mad scientist bringing the dead back to life, you’ve seen her lose her temper and want to throw the Duke in the dungeon, but you’ve not had any concrete evidence up to this point that she was a grey character. This is it.

Princess Bubblegum sends Finn and Jake to capture the Ice King. I love the lava lamp in Ice King’s house, it makes the palace seem comfortable. The peanut brittle container also looked like it would contain something delicious. Hynden’s voice acting when she gives the instructions is so cold, a delivery Bubblegum would use all the time in later seasons, but which was brand new to this ep. When Finn and Jake return to the candy kingdom, she’s covering it in gas. They appear to have entered a poorer part of the neighbourhood.... the buildings are done in! Canonically, the poorer parts of the Candy Kingdom are some of its oldest areas, where people moved away from later. I’m still not sure how the kingdom’s economy works, since it’s simultaneously capitalist and communal, but the candy people are a quirky - sorry, “mercurial” - bunch. Anyway she fails to tell the boys why she wants to TORTURE the Ice King, and they think it’s for no reason. She wants to tell them more but is called away, and angrily flips a stool.

Ice King’s antics with the boys are so funny. None of them know what he’s doing there and he takes full advantage to guilt trip them. Highlights include when he told Jake to give him the crown so he could make the bars and Jake kept running to do this while Finn’s hand stopped him... the joke where the mirror shattered showing the TRUE JERKS... seriously, every bit of dialogue is gold. He says “I MADE that crown! Made it with the magic I STOLE!” and, er, he DID! Or rather Master Evergreen did! I cannot BELIEVE they payed off this bit of dialogue, even when it seemed like it had been retconned out of the story!

And the crown CRYING? It does that when Ice King dies in Farmworld. It cries so hard that it freezes the world over!!!

Finn thinks he’s the bad guy. He doesn’t actually think about what it means that PB told him to get Ice King, he sees her through such rose tinted glasses that I’m not sure he wants to think about it? But he punishes himself instead. Ice King doesn’t want to leave.

PB comes through a tenth secret passage and then, very angry and frustrated, flips a table. She drags the boys to the hospital to show what Ice King did. He gave everybody a deadly sickness with his beard flakes, and they’re all dying of freezerburn flu. I wonder about the origins of that book? If she didn’t write it, who did? Could it even be from BEFORE the war? Or is it just the early days of the post war? How many villages has Simon terrorized? And why hasn’t Ice King given anyone else a terminal illness with his beard flakes since?

But basically she wants to make him scream for the greater good. She’ll do a reprehensible thing in order to stop the flu, and that’s the important takeaway from this episode. PB won’t allow herself to think about the morality of what she’s doing if she thinks it’s necessary, and it’s this logic that leads her down a slippery slope in Season 5. Anyway she cries from the pressure, comically, and Finn goes to find Another Way.

The rest of the episode is Finn trying to trick the ice king into screaming. It’s easy to get his approval, so he says he’ll be his best friend. But IK slaps Jake off his shoulder. Finn uses the opportunity to pretend he’s dying and IK screams (while hilariously dismissing Jake). PB freaks out as the candy people recover. IK does his sociopathic thing and just leaves Finn’s body, which shatters Finn.

On a heartwarming note, Jake screams over Finn’s “dead” body to cheer him up.

Overall, a good episode, lots of laughs, lots of character establishment for PB and Ice King, which would be taken heavy advantage of later. On a side note she uses Ice King several times later in the series. She tortures him for the wizard city password, and she instructs him to ice over the Flame Kingdom, two other reprehensible acts in the name of the stupid candy kingdom. But after Broke His Crown she treats him a bit better. Not that he deserves it, but hey, he’s crazy.

#adventure time #adventure time reviewed #long post

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Halloween

Chapter XIV

“Are you all right?” Snape asked, peering intently into your face. It lost its usual liveliness, and your thoughts seemed to dwell far away from the festively decorated Hall you anticipated to see so much, from overall excitement, from him.

“Yes,” you gave him the same forced smile as earlier this morning, and Snape’s heart sank. Something happened in a couple of hours he hasn’t seen you during the day. That damned envelope he himself passed into your hands should be the reason, he thought. This was the only possible explanation. He didn’t expect you’d open up to him, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t cherish a tiny bit of hope.

Eyes full of concern, he desperately tried to find right words to express his readiness to help you whatever has happened, to assure you were not alone, but at the same time – surrounded by your other colleagues – not to make this matter public, moreover he had no idea what it was all about.

“Why aren’t you helping yourself?” deprived of opportunity to sit beside, Aurora Sinistra spoke to you from the other side of the table. “These profiteroles are delicious!”

Annoyed with unfavorable intrusion, Snape leaned back on his chair, fists clenched.

“I’ll try some,” you answered politely and reluctantly reached out for the dish to put one on your plate. Snape watched you with increasing anxiety.

“Where’s Quirrell?” you questioned, hoping to divert his attention. Estranging yourself from the man you were thankful to come into your life felt so terribly wrong, but you were not ready to tell what bothered you – neither him, nor anyone else.

This very moment Professor Quirrell appeared in the doorway and rushed through the Hall right to Headmaster’s chair.

“Troll! Troll in the dungeons!” he gasped short of breath and – unconscious – swooned to the floor.

Astounded, you turned to Snape. Deep in thought, his eyes wandered the room. Meanwhile, Headmaster Dumbledore called agitated students for order. Prefects started gathering children of their Houses to escort them back to the dormitories. Professor Sprout was trying to bring Quirinus to his senses.

“The stone!” you startled up.

“Stay here!” Snape ordered heading for the exit.

“No!” you followed him.

He grabbed your shoulders. “Stay here! And please – be careful!”

“And you? What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he stole the last glance from you, and what he saw made his heart leap. You truly worried about him! Merlin, how could this be? The corners of his mouth formed a barely perceptible smile. “Be careful…”

He left you standing in the middle of the throng, lost and confused. You shouldn’t have let him go alone. What he was up to? You felt uncomfortable not knowing if he was all right. With this came realization he was the only one here you really cared for.

“The troll’s heading upstairs!” you heard someone’s desperate scream.

Holding your wand ready, with a resolute step you set off to catch that stupid mountain of flesh. Professor McGonagall ran after you.

Muted hammering sounds got more audible the closer you approached the girls’ bathroom on the second floor, and disgusting smell proved you were going in the right direction.

“Snape’s going to miss everything.” Once this thought crossed your mind, a tall black figure streaked from around the corner, causing a powerful wash of relief sweep over your body, giving you strength and determination to move further. Snape lined up with you and joined you on your way. It wasn’t the best time for questions. The troll raged; his chilling roar echoed through the corridor. You heard a loud bang and silence fell all at once. Stopped in your tracks – so strange and unexpected it was – you and Snape exchanged anxious glances and hurried as fast as you could, praying none of the students was hurt.

Professor McGonagall managed to outstrip you. She was the first to burst into the room. Snape protectively held you back, shielding you from whatever might’ve been inside. Suddenly, Quirrell, who vanished again as soon as all this bustle started, emerged out of nowhere, pushing his course through the doorway. Why he followed suit remained a mystery – the man looked like fainting again.

A huge stinky mass of the troll lay on the floor, motionless. It didn’t seem to bear any kind of danger anymore. Snape bent over the troll to make sure. The way he moved set you alert. Hard to say, what exactly drew your attention, but something certainly was different.

In the interim, Professor McGonagall blasted three young Gryffindors, who – to your surprise and terror – happened to be Harry Potter himself and his friends: showing little effort in studying Ron Weasley and nosy know-it-all Hermione Granger. How could these first-years expect to defeat a troll without having neither defensive nor fighting spells in store of their knowledge? It was pure luck they weren’t injured!

“You said you had a special gift with trolls, Quirinus?” you addressed him coldly.

The man flinched at the sound of his name.

“Why didn’t you stop him right there – in the dungeons?”

“I – j-just –” words seemed to stuck in his throat.

“And what were you doing there?”

Snape approached you, supposing you’d step back, but driven by anger and resentment you had no intention to stop this conversation. Snape on the other hand was determined to put an end to it. He made another step towards you, and another one – until his chest was pressed against your shoulder. Blocking your view with his tall figure, Snape almost pushed you out in the corridor.

Before leaving the room, he threw a condemning glance at your suspicious colleague.

“What the – ” you frowned. “I had more questions to this scoundrel!”

“I know,” he hushed you. “Not now.”

“When then?” you croaked.

“And not you,” he stated firmly.

“Am I suspended?” his words outraged you. “Why not me?”

If Quirrell was implicated in the Dark Lord’s matters, Snape had to keep you away from this. Quirrell should see not a slightest hint of danger in your words or actions, moreover – consider you his enemy.

“Just trust me, okay?” he stopped, and you turned to face him – it felt natural to do so. These eyes never betrayed you. You nodded, given in, and sighed:

“Okay…”

You continued your way in silence.

“Are you limping?” coming around after this chaotic evening, you finally noticed your fellow Professor fall heavily on the right leg.

“I’m fine. Stumbled on the stairs,” he explained indifferently.

Now it was your turn to stop.

“What?” Snape spun around to see the reason of your sudden holdup.

Arms crossed on your chest, you stood still, your lips pursed in a disapproving curve.

“How can I trust you, if you don’t find it necessary to tell me what happened in that short time you were absent! Where have you been, huh?”

“Neither do you want to tell me about the letter you received this morning and why it bothers you so much!” he spat back. “Correct me – if – I’m – wrong.”

His words stroke you dumb. Chasing the troll, you forgot about your troubles for a while; to be reminded of them in such a rude, offhanded manner was heartbreaking. You couldn’t say what hurt you more – revived awareness of the news you received, or cold demeanor of the man you needed to be beside in this distressing moment. You felt a lump rise up to your throat and swallowed hard.

“This letter is a private issue and therefore concerns only me,” your voice creaked. “But recent events have to do with the whole school.” Holding back tears, you made a pause to pull yourself together and stung him with his own words. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

Snape got used to you to that extent he started considering you a part of his reality so indefeasible, completely neglecting the fact you had your own reality, where his place might be of much lesser importance. Clearly, you didn’t owe him a thing, and could keep your secrets to yourself. He should’ve realized it. Of course, he should. Blaming you for that was inacceptable and tremendously selfish. Constant strain of nerve costed Snape the loss of self-control. Being too protective of you, he violated the boundaries and severely regretted it. He opened his mouth to apologize, but there was nothing he could say to atone his fault.

You shook your head in downright disappointment and shoot past him in the darkness of the passage.

“Wait!” Snape jolted, “I didn’t mean to –” He limped a few steps after you, but – his leg searing with pain each time he moved – couldn’t catch up with your speed. “Ugh, damn it!” he stretched out his hand to lean against the wall. He had to do something with this first.

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Knight Without His Armor- D&D Series

So going to be the first part of my Dungeons and Dragons series with Stray Kids.

Not so say this is for someone in particular, but.........maybe it is....you know who you is.....

Series Pairing: reader x Knight! Chan, reader x Dark Prince! Hyunjin, reader x Thief! Felix, reader x Fairy! Jisung

This chapter will be focused on Knight! Chan, ignore the stupid title please.....

Genre: fluff??, angst ??, smut

Word Count: 2,278

Warnings: kinky-ish?? Not really, it's really just love making honestly..... I don’t know that there are too many warnings in this chapter cause it shouldn’t be too much. Things will certainly get much filthier and more scandalous and more bloody most likely as this series goes on. I don’t have it all perfectly mapped out yet, but anyways I have this chapter in my brain, so let’s get to it!

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Your night started as wonderful as you could have hoped for, finally having convinced the boys to play dungeons and dragons with you. Everything was already set up by the time they got over. You sat the boys Christopher, Felix, Hyunjin, and Jisung around the table, having bribed them with snacks before pulling out the latest dungeons and dragons stuff you had gotten. While being out recently, a set of dice and a D&D map had caught your eye, and with tonight coming up, you decided to get it to have something special.

The boy’s imagination went crazy with a mix of cliche and their own unique twist. Though unfortunately for you, they slotted you into the cliche part. Deeming you the prized princess as they all laugh and giggle as you rolled your eyes, but if it got them to play, then you’d put up with it for one game.

After everyone rolls once, things are going great until you roll a second time, starting to feel a little queasy. After you roll a third time, it’s noticeably worse. You tell the boys you’re going to be right back, watching Hyunjin with the dice as you move to stand as the dice hit the table, the whole world goes black as you drop to the ground, passing out.

When you come to, your eyes slowly start to blink open until you notice your surroundings and sit up with a start notice that the room you’re in is unfamiliar to you. Twice the size of your modest apartment and adorned in gold, silver, and precious gems you’d never yet seen in person.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to startle you, princess!” A familiar voice and chuckle sound through the room, and it has your head whipping towards it immediately.

“Chris? Where are we? What’s going on?” You ask, moving to get out of bed, slightly panicking still as your eyes dart nervously around.

Chan is easing you to sit back on the bed, “Easy princess, easy~ You’re safe here. We’re in your room. For now, anyways ….we were discussing our plan when you fainted, so I brought you back here.”

“W-What?…..C-Christopher enough….y-you guys are taking this too far….”You try to take deep breaths feeling like you might black out again, which proves to be too much for your brain to process so quickly.

“What are you talking about Y/N? Please calm down ….we’re going to get you out of here soon enough, and then you won’t have to worry about a thing.” Chan gently places his hand on your shoulder with a small smile, one that quickly dropped as he saw your tears, tears that came without your realizing as you registered the fact that Chan truthfully had no idea what was going on. You had always been able to tell when he was lying after all …..not that he hid it well from anyone.

“O-Okay…..j-just assume I don’t know what’s going on….I-I think I hit my head rather hard.” You tried to cover so that Chan hopefully wouldn’t get suspicious, but you needed to figure out what was going on and how to get home hopefully. At the very least, you wanted the boys back with you, all of them! You didn’t know what you would do without them in your life.

Chan sighs softly, shaking his head, “Sounds about right for you…” He mumbles softly, but his tone is worried more than anything else, the other part of it only mildly teasing, “The dark prince….Hwang Hyunjin plans to force you to be his bride in two days so that he can take all your kingdom easily next, but he’s only going to bring bad things to your kingdom, so we have to get out and get home so that we can warn everyone of what’s to come ……I found a map to help us get home.”

You gasp, unable to help it as the map he pulls out is the exact one from your D&D game, causing Chan to look at you in shock, surprised by your reaction, “I-It’s nothing really…..anything else I need to know?”

“There’s someone who can help us…..his name is Felix…..he’s a thief and escaped the prison in this castle three times to date. They brought him in today and plan to execute him at dawn, so we’re going to unlock him, and he’ll help us out of the castle, but we have to go tonight ...are you feeling up to it?” Chan questions softly, to which you nod.

You squeak when you feel Chan pressing his lips against yours, but you gladly kiss him back. Sure he was your friend, but with how tempting a man he was, your imagination couldn’t help but wander …..quite a bit at that …

“My princess….”Chan’s voice becomes gravelly as he lays you back, “…you’re so strong. Even if it’s just for your people…” He trails off, taking your breath away as he kisses down your jaw to your neck, “Let me thank you again, my love~……and let me feel you once more before we’re on the run. Grant me that wish your highness so that if anything happens to me, I have the peace of memories with you.”

Your heart both fluttered and ached at his meaningful words, but the softness in his eyes as he asked made it impossible for you to refuse him this as you nodded through your widened eyes as you registered his change in demeanor. Chan’s eyes darkened and showed that while he was the loving man he’d been a second ago, this wasn’t going to be soft and vanilla-like you had been expecting.

Chan reaches to untie your corset back on your dress before gripping and ripping it off, “I’ve wanted to do that to this dress since he gave it to you..”He growls darkly.

“W-Who?….H-Hyunjin?” You ask softly, gulping as soon as you see the look he gives you. Realizing your mistake as his dark eyes bore into your soul, and despite thinking that you probably shouldn’t have said it, part of you was enjoying it as your wetness seeped through your panties, registering the dominance rolling off Chan.

“F-Fucking say his name while I’m taking you to bed again and see what happens, princess~” Chan nips at the shell of your ear with his threat, causing your heart to hammer in your chest as he said princess in such a tone as if to challenge you.

“Hyunjin~” You moan softly to challenge right back before what’s left of your dress is ripped to shreds by the man before you. Though you’re surprised as he gently spreads your bare thighs, the softness is the exact opposite of anything you would have expected, and you didn’t know what to make of it as he kisses up your thigh towards your panties. His eyes screamed that he was up to something, and the anticipation was driving you mad. Soon enough, you feel his teeth biting at your hips as he looks at you coyly before they move to take the fabric of your panties between them, “ Oops~ Guess I should’ve been paying more attention~” He teases smugly through your panties as he’s dragging them down with his teeth.

“F-Fucking tease~ I thought you were going to punish me~” You quip, quirking an eyebrow, and swiftly rewarded with a slap to your inner thigh.

“All with good time, love~ Though we both know that you hate when I tease the fuck out of you….so that’s a pretty decent punishment in itself too.” Chan doesn’t miss a beat, and it has you moaning. Suddenly wishing with how well this Chan knew you that you’d given your Chan permission to do this long ago. Considering how good it seemed when you had barely even been touched, mind swirling with all the possibilities of where he was going to take things tonight.

“Do you have the patience for that, Christopher?” You inquire softly, and he picks up on how your question isn’t to tease this time.

Chan hums in thought, nipping at your collarbone as two of his fingers rub through your folds to gather some of your wetness before meeting your clit in soft circles, “Not tonight, princess….not tonight...” He sighs softly though his voice sounded strained when he spoke as if it was already impossibly hard to hold back.

“C-Chris….”You moan softly, eyes fluttering shut to which he growls softly into your ear in disapproval.

“Don’t you close those eyes, princess…” Chan demands fingers leaving your clit to slap your thigh again before they return to your core, slowly dipping into your sopping entrance, “…want you to keep your pretty little eyes on me….want to remember who was the one to make you feel like this.” He continues, fingers carding through your hair before gripping the back of your head and lifting it so that you could watch his fingers disappearing inside of you. “Watch what I’m doing to you~”

Chan’s eyes also trail down to the sight of his fingers thrusting oh so slowly into your core, your soft moans and whimpers music to his ears as he ingrained each one into his memory.

“C-Christopher please~” You plead softly on the brink of insanity at his teasing, the sight before you proving to be too much when coupled with it, “I-I need you to fuck me now, please~”

Chan slaps your hand away as it starts to rub his bulge through his pants, “Hands off, love~ This is about you feeling good. Until you cum you aren’t getting my cock….and don’t think I’m going any faster.~” The full scope of your punishment is revealed though he does show a sliver of mercy knowing you wouldn’t likely cum just from his teasing thrusts, and while he doesn’t speed up, his fingers thrust into you harder, curling deliciously with each thrust, thumb pressing against your clit. His other hand still holds your head to watch each action against your pussy. Taking satisfaction in each cry that left your lips leading up to your orgasm, moaning himself feeling the way your core clamps down around his fingers so tightly when you cum. Pulling them away to suck clean, he gently lays your head back down again and moves, to quickly get his suddenly extremely constricting clothes off as well.

Your whines draw his gaze back to you, smirking when he realized that your impatience is due to seeing his bare skin, “Don’t worry princess, you’re going to get what you want, and as long as your eyes are on me like a good girl then it’s not going to go anywhere.” He assures softly, before taking his place over you again, teasing his tip through your folds before suddenly pushing entirely inside of you with a moan.

“C-Christopher!” Your squeal, coupled with your nails raking down his back only encourages his actions, not giving you time to adjust as he relentlessly thrusts into you. He presses his forehead to yours softly in contrast to the way his hips meet your thighs in bruising contact, while his hands keep them spread as wide as you can take. Chan’s hips were moving so sinfully, yet his eyes held a softness….the teasing side still there as well as he kept his lips just out of reach from you.

“I-I don’t think so, love….you’re going to give me every little sound and every facial expression that I’m fucking out of you. Y-You can get all the pleasure you want if you just give that to me.” He promises, his hands leaving your thighs to pinch and pull on your nipples. Gentleness barely there is his full focus is on flooding your senses with as much ecstasy as he could, eyes focused on every tiny detail of his face, to see how it’s changing with each stroke of his cock against your walls or touch to your nipples. Until he’s decided he’s had enough patience even for this situation, and he’s moving his hips, angling them to hit the spot that would have you seeing stars. The knot in your stomach impossibly close as he knew would be the case when he started to thrust the way he was now, yet, he also knew that there was one more thing he could add to give you that sweet release in the best way possible. His thumb finding your clit and sending wave after wave of your high wracking through your trembling body, barely keeping enough sanity to keep your eyes open for him as had asked of you. You’re glad you did, though thinking, that if you ever get the chance to fuck Bang Chan again, you’ll have to will yourself to keep your eyes open for the godly sight of Chan cumming for you. His thrusts get sloppy as he rides you both through your highs, body glistening in the sunset light flooding through the window against his form as sweat beads on his skin from your activities. Best of all …. his head thrown back in a grunty moan being ripped through his throat, the sound raspy and growly, and you could see it coming before you heard it. Chan panting softly afterward, leaning down to give you a heated yet exhausted, breathless kiss before pulling away to get a damp cloth to clean you.

“Rest up, princess, I’ll get everything prepared and wake you a bit into the night when it should be safe to go.” Chan kisses your forehead now, tucking you in as you start to doze off already, “We’ll meet up with Felix and get to safety then…don’t you worry, my princess.”

#stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #bang chan imagine #bang chan smut #christopher bang imagine #christopher bang smut #chan imagine #chan smut #dungeons and dragons series skz

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choicessa · 4 years

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Before I go - Mal x MC

Pairing: Mal x MC

Words: 4816 (~ 25 minutes)

Summary: After the night they have spent together, Mal and MC think about their future, preparing to say goodbye before they go separate ways.

Warning: None, just prepare for a loooot of angst

Stories were always a huge part of his life.

Some of them he created, weaving the legendary stories of his treasure quests, ladies he had met, monsters he had fought. Some were just fairytales, lies, he made up for fun, to entertain the crowd in taverns. Some of them contained the truth, truth about him, about his life, about his past, yet those he guarded as the most precious treasure, hiding them deep inside and almost never sharing them with anyone.

Yet, there were other stories. Those he had heard, those he had repeated, those he was told by his mother, his companions, throughout his whole life. Stories of knights and monsters, of kings and queens, stories of joy and sadness, of life and death, stories of biggest treasures, legendary creatures, stories of star crossed lovers, adventurers, like himself. Some of them were meant to fill people with joy, with hope, always ending happily and some others, filled with tragedies, despair, bringing nothing but tears.

And some of the stories had to end before they even had a chance to start.

Was their story meant to be one of those?

One of those dreams never coming true, the craving that was never meant to be fulfilled?

Mal sighed heavily, leaning against the window and looking through it absentmindedly, seeing nothing but dark silhouettes of trees and bushes of the palace garden. He couldn't say what time was exactly, but he could feel in his bones that they were closer to the dawn than he'd like to admit. Because dawn meant saying goodbye, dawn meant having the ritual, dawn meant the start of another day, the one that was meant to be the end of their adventure. And most importantly, the dawn meant parting with her.

Mal swallowed hard, resisting the urge to turn around and look at the girl still sleeping in the bed. They had spent an amazing night together, being as close as ones can be. And then they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, until he woke up, in the middle of the night, haunted by things he had said, haunted by words that had slipped from his mouth.

What the hell gotten into him that made him share his most guarded secrets just like that?

Where did this stupid urge to tell her everything came from? What loosened his tongue so much, that he told her every single craving of his heart, sharing the most intimate hope of having a home, of having a family one day? Yes, every single word he had said was true. But why the hell did he admit to it all, knowing damn well that it will never happen? Not in this life anyway.

The frown on his forehead deepened, even more, when his eyes stopped on his wrist, where his black tattoo seemed to be mocking him, the dark mark reminding him of his past, the past he would never be able to get rid of, the reminder of who he really was and who he always will be.

A criminal. A petty thief, breaking the law again and again and again.

It was his life since he was six years old and he never knew the other way to live. Born in poverty, raised by scums and thieves, he had learned the harsh way of living on the streets, having to fight for being able to live through yet another day. Home? Family? Future? Those words were erased from his vocabulary a long time ago, the vision and hope long gone, when he had to live from day to day, giving up all the stupid childish dreams he had always have.

But she... She had to storm into his life and change it all, hadn't she?

He had no idea that their paths will ever cross again when he first met her in the village, well, when she literally bumped into him and then shamelessly started to flirt with him. But did he mind? Not at all. He was kind of used to it, he practiced his charm throughout the years and he knew what kind of effect he always had on girls. And she was just another pretty face, with a charming smile, shamelessly checking him out. He even turned around to shoot her a second glance, his lips rising in his usual smirk before he shook his head and brought himself back to reality, remembering he had another treasure to get.

But fate works in a mysterious way, isn't it? Someone would call it dumb luck, some others the pure coincidence, but Mal liked to believe there was a hand of fate that pushed Mephala onto the same path as he was. The hand of fate which meant to show him that there was still something else for him, that there was still more to crave from life, another treasure he could get, so different from boxes full of gold he was so used to stealing. Every day they spent together, made Mal fell for her more and more. Because how could he not? She was smart, witty, fearless, and constantly keeping him on his toes, and all of this with the huge, charming grin on her face she was shooting him whenever she could. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and Mal was trying so hard to not think about the end of the journey, the big final of the biggest adventure of their lives, the big moment of goodbye that was waiting for them.

But... Here they were.

The last night, the last morning, the last day before they will go separate ways, saying goodbyes and knowing they will probably never meet again. Unless...

Unless he'd ask her to stay.

For a moment his heart started to beat faster in his chest, just at the thought of it, pictures suddenly flooding his mind at the mere thought. He and she, holding hands and walking through the streets of Whitetower, laughing, smiling, stealing kisses from each other, being so incredibly, so stupidly happy. Maybe he'd take her to that one forgotten old cottage at the edge of the city, the one that was his hideaway when he was younger, an old house with holes in the roof, yet the place he always dreamt would be his real home one day, a home filled with laughter, warmth, the smiles of his loved ones and the delicious smell of the best food cooked by his beloved wife. This vision which was slowly forgotten throughout the years and the vision that suddenly crept into his mind again, but this time the wife he was always imagining, was finally having a face...

Mal turned around, almost unconsciously and his gaze laid upon the sleeping figure of Mephala, wrapped in the blankets and still deep in her sleep. She was breathing peacefully, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths, a few hair strands falling onto her face, her hand tucked under her cheek when she was snuggling the pillow. Mal moved his sight across her and the frown on his face disappeared, his lips rising in a soft smile at the sight in front of his eyes.

Her face.

Whenever he allowed his thoughts to wander, whenever he let hope crept into his heart again, whenever his visions were flooding his mind, she was always there, with him.

Would she say yes? Would she agree to stay?

He turned away from her and moved a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. And when he was lowering his arm, his eyes found the tattoo again, now feeling like it was burning his skin there, once again reminding him of who he truly was and what he could never have. His hands curled into fists and his jaw clenched when Mal resisted the urge to punch the window in front of him. She deserved life without worries, full of happiness and laughter, filled with prosperity and wealth. She's been through enough, having to live without parents, losing her brother to the dark magic of Shadow Court, having to fight with the enemies, almost losing her life...

She deserved everything.

And he could give her nothing.

He clenched his fists, even more, his knuckles whitening now, when he looked at the weak reflection of his face in the window. He was a thief, a pathetic loser with no past and with no future, just a criminal like many others. What kind of life could she have with him? Life of hiding? Life on the run? A life where they would always have to look over their shoulders to make sure no one is following them, no one wants to kill them? Life of uncertainty, a life of fear and life of being afraid to pass a guard on the streets, a life where you have to look down and never look them in the eyes, being scared that they would recognize you and throw you into dungeons? It would never be living. It would be barely surviving.

And she deserved so much more... So much more than he could ever give her...

So deep in his own thoughts, he didn't hear a subtle noise of bed creaking, the soft sound of bedding being shifted, and the silent sigh coming from behind his back.

Mephala was sure he would hear her, that his ear so used to picking up even the slightest noise will make him alert almost immediately, but to her surprise, not a single muscle in his body moved, even when she raised her head and propping herself on her left elbow, she sighed, her eyes moving across his silhouette. Almost immediately she could tell just how tense he was, his shoulders raised slightly, his back straightened almost unnaturally, his hands curled up into fists, accenting the outline of muscles on his arms. And the way he was leaning against the window...

Mephala bit her lower lip, resisting the urge to call out his name, not brave enough to interrupt the little moment he had with his own thoughts. Yet at the same time, she couldn't stop the worry that appeared in her thoughts, that heavy feeling in her chest, making her unable to properly catch a deep breath when one look at this tense body made her forehead frown.

What could have happened?

Was he tormented by the fact that it was probably their last night together? Was it because he, just like her, was well aware of the fact that tomorrow they will have to say their goodbyes and they will never see each other again? Was it the anxious feeling in his chest at the unknown, the fear of not being able to predict how the ritual will go, the same fear and uncertainty filling his body just like in her chest? Or maybe... Just maybe... He was regretting everything?

Mephala swallowed hard, telling herself to stop thinking that way. After all, why would he regret anything? They worked together perfectly, for the last weeks they became practically inseparable, which of course met with a lot of jokes at their expense from the rest of the group.

But she regretted nothing.

Mal was so different from the other men she had met in her life. Not only because he was a wanted man, a thief that was well known in more cities than just a Whitetower, not only because he was a flirt, a casanova telling way too many stories about the women he had slept with, not only because he was a snarky charmer. But because he was so much more.

And so much like her.

Thirsty for adventures, having to grow up way too soon, being robbed of a proper childhood, where he had to learn how to survive in this cruel world, without parents, without support, being capable of counting only on himself.

At least she was lucky enough to have Kade.

But he was all alone. He could pretend that he didn't care at all, about everything or everyone but she knew it was all because he cared too much. But could she blame him? Raised in the poorest part of the town, lost her mother while he was still a child, and life made him make hard choices, doing everything he had to survive. He could still pretend nothing counted in his life but what he had told her today, about family, about having a home one day... It was the only moment of weakness he could allow himself for, the first time in forever he had his heart on his sleeve, admitting to the biggest cravings of his heart, always hidden so deep. Was it because he knew they will never meet again? And he knew he can tell her everything, without being embarrassed lately? Was it because he couldn't hide it anymore? Or was it...

Because he had hoped they can share that future?

She could feel her cheeks getting red just at the mere thought of this, the hope filling her heart even though she tried so hard to stop it from happening.

But how could she when for such a long time just the mere closeness of him was making her heart soar?

If someone would ask her when did it happen, or how did it happen, she could never put a finger on a proper day or a moment. Was it that moment of their dance in the middle of the forest, when they thought they joined a fairy party? Was it their first kiss, so full of longing, so full of passion, so unexpected, yet so welcomed? Or was it the evening they spent together in the elvish wine cellar, drinking, laughing, kissing? Or was it much, much earlier? Maybe she will never be able to tell for sure, maybe she'd never know how the hell did that happen, but at least now she was certain of her feelings.

Finally, she was brave enough to admit she fell for him.

Yes. She fell for Mal the Magnificent, the charmer, the casanova, the adventurer, the thief, and the most caring, kind, and thoughtful man she has ever met in her life. Of course, it took her some time to realize that, weeks to finally admit in front of herself that it wasn't only having fun together, that it was becoming something else. And it took more weeks to finally make her realize just how much he meant for her, just how much he had changed in her life, opening her eyes, making her realize how much there was to still see, how much to discover, how much to do. She had always thought that her life was meant to finish in the same village she grew up, surrounded by the same people, every day being the same as always. But he showed her that it didn't have to be that way, he showed her there was a full life ahead of her, the life she could choose, the life just like she had always dreamt to have. And now...

Now she wanted to do the same thing for him.

When he told her about his past, about the mother he had lost, about the family and home he always craved, she wanted nothing more than to give it all to him. One would say that he chose this way of life for himself, that he is to blame for his misfortune and life on the run. But Mephala wasn't one of them. She knew, she understood, that sometimes life we had wasn't the one we would choose for ourselves. But the way his eyes lit up when he was talking about having a family, the way his lips raised in a shy smile at the thought of having his own home, not having to run anymore, not having to hide from others, that's when she saw the real Mal, the one even he was sure never existed anymore. She would never admit just how fast her heart was beating when he was sharing his deepest secrets with her, she would never say out loud just how honored and good she felt when he decided that he trust her enough to share this deep secret with her, she would never forget the way this strange warmth spread across her body when he looked at her, this incredible longing and softness in his eyes, when he smiled sadly, his eyes moving across her face.

And that's when she realized.

That she wanted to give him all of this.

She wanted to be his home, she wanted to be his family, she wanted to just be there for him, be there when he wakes up, be there when he falls asleep, be there when he would need her, sharing the worries with him, holding his hand to give him strength, planting a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him know, without the words, that she is always there for him. Her gaze moved across his back and the smile that was lifting her lips in a smile disappeared, her forehead frowning once again.

She wanted to give him everything. But was he ready to do the same for her?

No matter how much they came close to each other, no matter how much Mal allowed her to see the real him, sometimes she still felt like she didn't know him at all. All of them had their secrets, even her, still hiding some of the things from her past deep inside her. And he... He was like a chest of treasures, surrounded by traps, guarded by a heavy lock, thick, high walls being put up around him, hiding what's the most precious deep inside and never allowing anyone to see what was inside. And no matter how much she wished for him to raise the lid, to open up and show the true self – she knew he never would. He spent too many years learning how to be a different person, too many years learning how not to care, how not get hurt, how to live on the run, not caring about anyone or anything. Too many years for her to change it over just a few weeks...

No matter how much she wished to.

She wasn't sure for how long she was laying there, just watching him, her thoughts restless, until suddenly Mal turned around and his eyes widened with shock at the sight of her, eyes wide opened and never leaving the gaze off him.

„Kit..." He said, his voice barely a whisper, when he took a step closer towards her bed, „Did I wake you up?"

„Not really. Couldn't sleep anyway.” She shrugged.

„Thinking about the ritual tomorrow?"

„Mhmm...” She murmured, looking back from him, unable to look him in the eyes anymore. And she hated herself for that, she hated herself for not having enough courage to admit to her true feelings, to admit what she was thinking about.

Mal took another step towards the bed, moving his longing gaze across her body. She was laying on her left side, propped on her elbow, her brown hair falling in soft waves on her bare shoulders and chest, her dark eyes shining in the dim room and he realized with all its might just how lucky he was to have her, here, with him.

It was their last night together, last time they could spend in each other arms, last minutes before the dawn will come and they will have to get ready for the ritual. And last moment together, before they will go separate ways, probably never seeing each other again. Mal finally reached the bed and with a sigh he sat down on it, turning his head to look at the girl next to his side. His gaze moved, starting at the height of her hips, moving higher, across her waist, the outline of her body so visible, covered by nothing but the thin fabric of the quilt she was covered with. He stopped for a moment and then moved his sight higher, through her chest, her bare shoulders, until finally he stopped on the tempting arch of her lips, now parted just so slightly. He swallowed hard, suddenly remembering the taste of her kisses, the way her lips fitted with his, meeting so often this night and it took all of his willpower to look away from them.

And then his eyes finally met hers.

He could try to hide it, push all of the emotions deep inside him, pretending they were never there in the first place. But he could never betray her, not anymore. His eyes, full of longing got lost in hers, showing her every single emotion, every single thought he was dealing with at that moment. Sadness, that this, them being here, together, will have to end in just a few hours; fear of what was about to come, the future still uncertain when they couldn't know what will happen during the ritual; pain, of knowing that they will never be, that their story was ending before it even had a chance of properly beginning and the longing, when he wanted nothing more than to grab her into his arms, kiss her, pretend that nothing else existed and just stay with her, here, forever. And in her eyes, those beautiful, brown eyes, the ones he could stare into forever, he saw the mirror reflection of all of his emotions, now coming to the surface when she decided to open up for him entirely, not being able to hide it anymore, knowing that with him she won't ever have to be afraid of being vulnerable.

„Everything will be okay," Mal said suddenly.

For a moment Mephala wasn't sure if he was talking to her or himself, his voice too silent to hear any kind of emotion in it. She was already opening her mouth to answer him, but then she closed them and straightened up instead, moving closer to him. Without a word she reached out to him, grabbing his hand into hers and pressing a kiss to the top of it.

„Everything will be okay.” She repeated after him, barely, just barely raising corners of her lips into a weak smile, the only one she was capable of creating.

He must have noticed the change on her face, he must have realized that her smile was not sincere at all, yet in this situation, he was taking whatever he could.

„Mephala, I..." He freed his hand from her grip and instead covered her palm with his. „No matter what will happen tomorrow, no matter what will happen... to... us..." His voice almost unnoticeable became softer when he spoke the last word. „I want you to know..." He hung up his voice for a moment. „I am happy I could share this adventure with you. There's no one else I'd rather live through all those dangers we had encountered."

„You're only saying that because I saved your pretty face from drakna," Mephala smirked.

„Pretty face, you say?” He raised his eyebrow and Mephala hit his arm, rolling her eyes.

„I take it back.”

He snorted with amusement before reaching out to her, his hand grabbing a few strands of her hair and slowly putting it behind her ear, his eyes never looking back from her face.

„But I meant what I say. I don't know if this was fate or just luck, but... I am happy I met you."

„And I am happy I met you.” She smiled to him, this time with sincerity, corners of her lips lifting happily.

Mal smiled, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, first on her left hand, then on her right one. He hesitated for a moment and then leaned down, slowly, another kiss landing in the middle of her forehead. And then another one, pressed to the top of her nose, his lips lingering there way too long, wanting nothing more to slip lower and kiss her right where he wanted to most. His gaze dropped, stopping at the height of her lips and he knew just how bad idea it was. Getting the taste of her, once again, when he knew she will be gone in a few hours when he knew that this will only make their goodbye harder.

But he could not resist.

Without hesitation anymore he grabbed her face into his hands and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. Slowly, sweetly at first, soon his kisses grew more urgent, his mouth moving almost with desperation against hers when he knew that it's probably the last time he was kissing her. Yet she was answering him with the same thirst, the same desperation. Throwing her arms around his neck she pulled him closer, her mouth parting slowly, letting him in, the force of his kisses making her gaps.

Mal pulled her closer, one hand on her waist, the other behind her neck when he dipped his fingers into her hair, gently laying her down onto the soft pillows. Mephala closed her eyes and melted into his arms, consumed by the kiss. She could only give in to all of this, give in to him, her fingers tucked into strands of his hair when she wanted to get rid of every existing space between them. His lips were kissing her over and over again, never wanting to stop, hers responding hungrily when Mephala tightened her hold on him. He wanted that moment to last forever, they both wanted it, her body locked in his arms, her hands around his neck and she, warm, soft, melting in his arms, responding to his fervent kisses.

Until Mal finally pulled away from her, reluctantly, knowing that the time has come. Yet he was still unable to move away from her, his body hovering over hers, their eyes locked onto each other, her cheeks pink and her lips swollen, all from his kisses. She reached out to him, her hand gently brushing away strands of hair from his forehead and a soft smile appearing on her face, when she moves her gaze across his face, almost like she was trying to remember every single detail of it.

"I will never forget you, Mal Volari." She whispered, her fingers brushing the skin on his cheek.

“And I will never forget you, Mephala Morrell.” He answered, silently, softly.

They were laying like this for a long moment, with no words anymore, just their eyes locked onto each other, at this moment saying much more than mouth ever could. And both of them, with the same cravings in their hearts, both of them wanting to ask the same question, so simple, so innocent, yet the one they both were too afraid to ask, to speak out loud, too afraid of the answer, too afraid of consequences.

“We should get ready...” Mal sighed finally, still unable to move away from her.

“It's not even dawn yet.”

“I know. I just...” He didn't finish his thought, his eyebrows furrowing in a grimace of pure pain.

Why was it so hard?

Why couldn't he just get up and leave the room? Since the beginning, he knew that it will come to this at some point... So why was it still so damn hard?

“Stay...” Mephala whispered. “Stay with me, Mal... Till the dawn...”

He said nothing, he could not say a single word. Instead, he just nodded, falling onto the mattress and opening his arms for her. Without a word Mephala laid her head on his arm, pressing herself to him, placing her right hand onto his chest, now slowly rising and falling with the rhythm of his breaths. A small smile wandered on her face and then she closed her eyes, for this one blessed moment forgetting about everything, focusing only on the man right next to her.

Mal looked down at her hand in the middle of his chest and after a second of hesitation, he grabbed it, lacing his fingers with hers, letting out a ragged breath when he felt his heart doing a weird leap inside his chest at this simple gesture. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and closed his eyes, thinking that no matter what was about to happen, Mephala was right about one thing. If they were meant to part tomorrow, forever, they should prolong this moment as much as they could. He looked down at her closed eyes, her face finally peaceful when she snuggled closer to him, her warm breath tingling skin on his chest. His right arm closed tighter around her and Mal pulled her closer to his body.

Even if this moment was meant to last only for a few minutes longer...

#mal x mc #mal volari x mc #blades of light and shadow #Choices Fanfiction #choices fanfic #choicessawrites #choicessafanfic #angst #of course there had to be angst #because what else could my brain possibly come up with #so here you go #and whoops #my hand slipped #sorry for how long this is

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