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haeryna · 3 months

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feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

#haerinwrites #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #satosugu x reader #suguru x reader x satoru #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #jjk angst #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you

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tellerluna-stories · 1 year

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catch me if you can!

PAIRING: the wanderer x reader

GENRE: fluff! how it feels to fall for him (quite literally lol)

TW/CW: no graphic content! contains a chase scene + mildly morbid descriptions thanks to salted mushroom man

A/N: this was supposed to be a part of a bunch of other self-indulgent drabbles (including childe and heizou my beloveds,,,) but I've been so busy with irl stuff that I didn't have the energy to write all of them :< so now bongo-head over here has the limelight LOL let's enjoy ourselves to the max scaranation

"Over there! In that alleyway!"

The breath in your lungs rasped uncomfortably as you ran uphill, the treacherous twists and turns of the city winding like a labyrinth before you. There was little room for light in the back-alleys, save for a faint smudge of light in the distance; you willed your feet to move towards that light, pounding against the stone in one last push for freedom—

You burst into daylight and gasped, barely avoiding pitching head-first over the railing at the last moment; the alleyway lead to a gorgeous view of the city below, with a wide spread of coloured roofs that meant almost certain death if you tried making your escape that way.

"You won't get away!" Behind you, the leader of your pursuers snarled, drawing his sword as he stepped closer. The glint in his eyes was nowhere near friendly, and talking things out didn't seem to be an option for he and his crew.

Oh well... Looks like you had no other choice.

You closed your eyes and launched yourself off the railing in one foolish, death-defying leap, and all the world became nothing but pure wind beneath your fingertips.

SWOOSH!

A familiar scent of lotuses and lightning fills your senses, and what was nothing but cold air in your hands has become something warm and soft— you didn't need to open your eyes to know who your saviour is.

"You idiot," He hisses, but in that moment you're too giddy to care. A wild, breathless laugh escapes from your lips as you threw your arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

"Do you know how dangerous that stunt was?! You could've fallen straight to your death and they would have had to mop bits of you off the ground!"

"But I didn't!" You singsong, screaming to the winds with all your heart. "You caught me, and that's all that matters! I can only jump like this because I know you'll always be there to catch me!"

The Wanderer says nothing, for he doesn't need to; he speaks in the way his hands tighten their grip on your waist, the slight pressure as he brings you closer to rest in the curve of his shoulder. The clouds fly past in the blink of an eye, but not even the softest of sky-fleece can tempt you to reach for them— not when your arms hold something far more precious, far dearer to your heart than anything else.

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supertrxshwrites · 2 months

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Close To You

Jason Todd x female!reader

A/N: so I wrote more of this little story I’ll post a second part but I just wanted to post since it had been a while. This is inspired by Amazing Spider-Man 2 when Gwen and Peter break up so ya :p

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“I need you to go.”

His tone was flat almost no trace of emotion but you could see the stress behind his eyes. Like something was eating him from the inside out and he couldn’t tell you about it, it felt like he was pushing you away as of late so hearing him say this out of nowhere sent an ache searing through your chest like a branding iron.

“ you need me to go? “ You said confused not sure where this is all coming from.

“Look y/n..it’s not safe here in Gotham..there’s always something. I think you’d be safer if you just moved away and-“

You cut him off not understanding why in the middle of your dinner date he pulled you outside to tell you to move away.

“Jason, what the hell are you talking about? There’s crime everywhere! I could move to Bludhaven, Star-city, Metropolis. It wouldn’t matter I wouldn’t be safe anywhere so what makes Gotham any different?!” Your eyebrows knit together as he looks at you, worry and frustration painted across his face.

His eyebrows furrow as he sighs closing his eyes and rubbing his hands down his face.

“I….we should…I-“

He stammers a bit and you can feel it coming and you don’t want to believe it.

“Jason please just talk to me-“

“I think we should break up.” His tone is cold as he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets looking at the ground.

“W-what?” You say in disbelief. All the work you both have put into this relationship and now it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s breaking up with you like it’s nothing? Throwing it all away? Just like that with no explanation. Asking you to leave Gotham.

“Please just..I love you..y/n..” he sucks in deep breath his chest inflating as he does so, stepping closer to you, he cups your cheeks with both of his hands. His cologne wafting towards your nose mixed with the scent of mint gum.

“I love you so much that I’m giving you an out..t-to..leave Gotham and start somewhere new, somewhere safer. Please just listen to me.” He’s practically begging you to go but he won’t give you a real reason why other than Gotham being unsafe and how much crime has gone up, but you knew that about the city before you knew Jason.

“I’m not going anywhere and whatever this is isn’t going to make me leave.” You snap at him, your anger was at the surface and you wanted so hard to stay calm but he was pushing you away and it wasn’t helping that he just broke up with you.

“You know what..no..I break up with you.” You say jabbing a finger into his chest. It was hard for you to do but if this was how it was going to be at least you can say you broke it off.

That night you took an Uber home. Jason didn’t want to upset you more by arguing about so the least he could do was order it for you and make sure you in the car okay.

This was the start of Jason watching you.

Weeks had gone by since you broke up but he couldn’t bring himself to stay away. Being a vigilante he had to have the city’s best interest at heart, fight crime all that nonsense but you were more important. Sometimes when he’d be on patrol he’d kick himself for not telling you about his double life, but it was for your safety. He’d follow you to all your normal spots and he always made sure to camp on the rooftop across from your job the last few hours of your shift to make sure you were alright and then he’d follow you home on his bike trailing several cars away never letting you leave his sights. It was hard but he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you. Sometimes when you went out you were a little dumb he’d watch you walk down an alleyway because “it was quicker than the street way” and tailing you would be some grimy asshole looking for a good time.

“Awe come on y/n you know better than this” he said to himself with a disappointed sigh as he climbed from his perch and followed the guy.

He’d watched the guy basically rub his hands together like a fly going after you and before you even thought about turning around Jason would take him out silently.

“Next time don’t follow people down an alleyway it’s so obvious..criminals just get dumber and dumber I fucking swear” he says leaving the guy unconscious as he follows you a bit on foot before climbing up to a roof top to watch you more.

It was hard but Gothams crime was at an all time high and watching you while he patrolled was the closest he could get while simultaneously keeping you safe.

Sometimes he knew he couldn’t be two places at once. Sometimes he knew he’d have to choose you or Gotham and it ate at him, knowing that your life could be dangling in the balance because he couldn’t keep you safe. He tried setting a boundary for himself that he’s to only follow you from work and back home, but some days he carves it out so that he watches you all day. Meeting up with friends, grabbing a bite to eat at some new restaurant, checking the mail. It didn’t matter where you were going as long as he could keep an eye on you.

He wanted so badly to come out of the shadows and be honest with you and give you the true reason for all of this, but he couldn’t risk it. If something happened to you..anything..he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

#supes writes #jason todd x reader #supertrxshwrites #supes speaks #jason todd #dc comics #batfam #headcannons #jason todd x black!reader #amazing spider man 2 inspired this and it’s not even done

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06605 · 1 year

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Ok but what about spiderman!Jude swinging y/n around the town for a date like MJ and Peter P in Far From Home 🥺 ??? Btw ur so amazing 💞

spiderman!jude x fem!reader

pairings: jude bellingham , reader

genre: fluff

summary: jude takes y/n on a date

a/n: Thank you for the likes I recieved on my first post, here's a "pt.2" that was requested by a lovely anon. This was short since I'm busy due to exams so enjoy! <3 Thank you once again, I really appreciate it 🙏🏿 <3 | "pt.1" here

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Ever since you and Jude met you've both have been increasing together; mainly a couple in general.

He would pay you frequent visits in school or out of, which you always appreciated because he was always available to you. Being a superhero and attempting to be an always-there-for-you-boyfriend require difficult responsibilities. But, at any time of day, he had time for you; he wanted you to be content.

You blinked. Realizing that you had been daydreaming for the past minutes.

You felt a weight on your shoulder and heard some gentle snoring, it was Jude.

You decide to leave him alone, since he's probably had a exhausting day.

You looked at the clock, and it was past twelve.

Your mother would murder you if she found you awake, but she isn't here. Fortunately for you, she is out of town for the month.

You close your laptop softly, without causing a commotion that would wake the other.

You moved his head with your hand to reposition his head into the cushion; his breath hitched, evidently stopping you.

You moved your laptop to your desk and officially called it a night. . . It was night, you heard a faint knock at your window.

You smiled as you saw who it was, Jude. You let him in.

He quickly pulled you into his embrace, "Jude, I can't breathe.."

"Sorry" He let go but still had a hold on your waist.

"I. . .I want to take you out. On a date. A proper date, yeah? . . Would you be willing to go?" He stated apprehensivsly "Of course."

Your comment made his eyes gleam with delight. He let go of your hand and took a step backwards to the open window, motioning two fingers together telling you to 'come here'.

You did so. "Remember, you're going outside, and I don't want you to catch a cold." He shooted a web towards an adjacent hoodie and launched it back to him.

"Put this on."

As you did, he brought his arm over your waist, bringing you close to him.

What you liked about Jude was that he was always concerned about your health, wanting to keep you from contracting any illness or condition that might alienate you from him.

He plunged backwards with you in the air, your heart palpitating and you screaming in terror as you look down and find you're almost on the ground. You gripped him as tightly as you could, unable to let go because you trusted him.

Just when you thought you were going to crash, you felt yourself ascending and him landing on some sort of concrete.

"Hey, you're fine." I've got you." He stated serenely as he rubbed your shoulder.

You opened your eyes after keeping them closed for a while and took in the scenery. It was amazing; you could see the city in grandeur, with fluorescent lights all around.

"Beautiful, isn't it... just. .like. .you. ." He said pulling out a rose from nowhere.

"A little cliché isn't it?" You teased.

"Well, I didn't know what typed of flower you liked so I just chose the most common flower."

"Thank you. For being considerate. My favorite flower is [flower]."

"Okay, the [flower]. Noted."

"Hold tight onto me again, I want to take us somewhere."

You gripped his waist and locked your fingers together tightly; after a split second, you both plummeted down the building, this time modestly at ease because that you knew you were in secure hands.

You open your eyes to see him gazing at you, the streetlight emphasizing all of his features. This man was just too stunning.

You both were now on the ground, safe.

"That was an adrenaline rush."

"Glad you liked it, follow me." He murmured, coiling his fingers around yours.

You weren't sure where was this date headed but you both stopped at a park, it was beautiful.

You both came to a halt as you noticed a blanket on the ground. You swear your heart melted as you saw it. There were lit candles on the blanket, rose petals strewn on the ground, and a takeout bag.

"Ain't have that much time but I just wanted to do something memorable." He said shrugging trying to avoiding your gaze.

"This is very memorable, Thank you Jude. I love this."

You went up to give him a kiss, and hugged him after.

"Shall we?" You gave him a wink and dragged him over so you both were on the blanket.

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"Thank you once more for doing this; I appreciate you and your time, Jude." You fiddled with his hair while his head was on your lap.

"Always," he retorted as he leaned back into your embrace.

The moonlight shining across the lake was a lovely sight. The color, the incandescents of the streetlights permitting you to be aware of your surroundings, the proximity of you two, cool gusts of wind striking your face feeling like a splash of water, tree rustling creating their own music, and you with your Jude enjoying his company and you enjoying his.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #foot ball #football imagine #football imagines #jude bellingham x you #thank you #06605

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luvyblossom · 9 months

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Love me (not) (Pt. 3)

Hello Lovelies!

Thank you to those who have given me so much love on the previous parts! There will be a part 4 coming soon. This chapter is so self indulgent. Lots of angry Hyunjin! Also if you want to be added to the taglist just leave a note and I will add you.

Happy Reading!

W/c 4.5k

Warnings: this fic contains sexual content. MDNI

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The week went by as normal except for the fact that you had not seen Hyunjin since he left your apartment that night. You had texted him to hang out a few times but he had said he was busy with some project or had other plans so you let it be. Felix had started to join your regular study sessions that used to be with Hyunjin and he would drag you to the gym after to show you some Taekwondo moves. Your evenings passed by pleasantly that week with Felix and his lessons would tucker you out so that you were ready for bed as soon as you got home. You were almost tired enough to not miss Hyunjin sleeping next to you- almost.

It was finally Friday and the day of your 'date' with Felix. You weren't sure if it was a date yet. Although you had spent hours with him this week, he had been friendly and nothing more. No real flirting, no almost kisses- which was frustrating because watching him show you martial arts moves only made him sexier. You had tried to call Hyunjin but he hadn't picked up. You were starting to wonder if something else was going on. He had never spent this much time away from you. Maybe he was just really stressed with his project but you decided that you would go see him tomorrow, he needed to take a break at some point. Now however, you had to get ready for a hike which was likely uphill. How exactly could you look cute while sweating?

"Where exactly is this hike?" You asked Felix as you climbed into his passenger seat.

"It's a surprise." He gave you his signature smile as he started to drive. You both listened to music and sang along. Maybe you were just forming a friendship similar to what you and Hyunjin had. Felix felt familiar and while you found him extremely attractive, he had not given you any indication that he liked you after the night of the party so you decided to clear your mind of any date ideas. You would just be disappointed again if you were expecting it.

Felix parked his car in what looked like the middle of nowhere. You were surrounded by trees and there was no sign of any civilization. "You didn't bring me here to kill me right?"

Felix laughed, "I've shown you enough self-defence that you should be able to take me down."

The hike was really pleasant. Trees surrounded you and when the foliage thinned you could see a river with bright blue water running alongside the trail. You walked quietly with Felix, a comfortable quiet, as you took in the beauty around you. The whole time Felix just watched you.

"This is the spot," Felix said as you reached a clearing at the top of the hill. Two large rocks sat at the top as if they had been placed there just so you and Felix could sit. From the lookout you could see the expanse of the river, the changing csky and the faint outline of the city skyline. You had made it just in time for the sun to start setting.

"It's absolutely beautiful," you sat on one of the rocks and Felix sat down next to you. The sky turned shades of orange, red, pink and purple as the sun started to dip below the horizon. "So how many girls have you brought here?" You teased.

"Actually just one," Felix rubbed the back of his neck, a habit that you had learned to recognize was a sign that he was nervous. "My grandma used to bring me here. She always told me this spot was magic, if you made a wish as the sun set, it would come true."

"What did you wish for?" You turned to Felix, peeling your eyes away from the gorgeous view in front of you. He was already looking at you, his brown eyes looking so intently as if he was trying to memorize every part of your face. He moved closer to you and crashed his lips onto to yours, taking you by complete surprise. The kiss was deep and he held onto you, pulling you close against him as if you were going to be taken away. He ran his tongue over your lips asking for entrance which you granted, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You pulled away to get some air and moved to straddle his lap. As soon as you were sitting on him, his lips were back on yours.

You felt his hands start to explore your body, tracing his fingers from your neck, down your back and to your hips, leaving your skin burning with every touch. He let out a moan as you started to grind yourself down on him, feeling how hard he was. He kissed down your jawline until he reached a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a love bite there while he guided your hips to roll over his length. You could feel the wetness gathering in your panties as you rubbed yourself against him, getting just enough stimulation for momentary satisfaction while leaving you wanting so much more. Felix was leaving sloppy kisses and bites all over your collarbones while desperately pushing up into you, yearning for friction as well. He suddenly stopped his movement and pulled himself away from you, drawing a whine from you.

"I think we should head back," he sounded breathless as he said it. As much as you wanted him to rip off your clothes and fuck you there, it had become dark. The city skyline painted a faint figure of lights in the distance and the stars and moon reflected in the water. You could hear coyotes in the otherwise quiet night so you reluctantly agreed.

The moon lit your hike back. Felix and you walked hand in hand, admiring the stars, the admiration being interrupted with bouts of making out on the path before remembering your final destination. When you did finally reach Felix's car, you were more desperate than ever. As soon as he climbed into the car you were on top of him once again, crashing your lips onto his. You let your hands roam his body and slip under his shirt to feel his muscled torso and chest. His muscles were carved out, defined like a statue. It was your turn to mark him up as you kissed over his collarbones.

Felix groaned as he placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you away from him so you were face to face. " Can we just talk for a second?" He was still breathless as he held you away from him, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you.

You were surprised, not sure what to expect as you nodded your head.

He brought one of his hands away from you to scratch the back of his neck. "So I-uh," he closed his eyes tight, trying to figure out the right way to say what he wanted. He opened his eyes but avoided looking into yours, "I have a bit of a reputation of uh, sleeping around. I know it may make me seem like that's all I want but I really like you and I don't want it to come off like I just want a one night stand. Can we take it slow so I can actually date you?"

There was your heart, thumping loud enough to echo through the quiet valley. He looked so cute being this nervous and he liked you? He wanted to date you? You felt admired, wanted and so warm as he sat nervously, waiting for your answer. You moved the short distance between the both of you and gave him a kiss on the cheek, getting his attention so he would finally meet your gaze. "I can take it slow," you reassured him with a smile. You could see the relief wash over Felix's face as the smile that almost permanently sat on his face returned.

Despite being tired from your week with Felix and the long hike, you sat in bed feeling more giddy than ever, recounting all the events that happened today. You felt a blush spread over you as you remembered how Felix had felt against you. How he had told you how he felt. You didn't have to guess or overthink, he just told you what he thought. You wanted to call Hyunjin to tell him everything that happened but it was already late. You would have to wait until tomorrow.

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You tried Hyunjin's phone getting sent to voicemail for what felt like the 100th time this week. You hung up and called Seungmin instead who refreshingly, picked up after the first ring.

"Hello pretty lady. What makes you call today?"

"Is Hyunjin there? I have literally not been able to get a hold of him this entire week."

"He's not home. He's been a dick this whole week. I think he's fought with everyone at the house atleast once."

That was weird. Hyunjin could have a temper but it rarely came out and he wasn't one to pick fights quickly. "He must be really stressed over that project. Do you know when he'll be back? I'm gonna force him to take a break."

"I'm not sure when he'll be back but we're having a party tonight and I know he'll be there for that so just come tonight."

You let out a sigh. Another party. "Okay I guess if that's the only way to get a hold of him. Do you know if he's angry with me? I've never seen him be this intense about school." You weren't sure what exactly you could have done to deserve this much of a cold shoulder from him but maybe that's why he had been avoiding you.

"He hasn't talked to me at all, but I'll see you tonight!"

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You walked into the over crowded frat house trying to navigate your way through the crowd and find a familiar face. You found Seungmin at his spot in the kitchen making drinks.

He gave you a smile and a hug when he saw you, handing you a drink. "You look hot,” was all he said as he looked at you, making you blush at the compliment. You had worn a fitted short dress with thin straps that left most of your cleavage exposed. You smacked Seungmin's arm as he pretended to gawk at you so he would stop teasing.

"Do you know where he is? Has he already found a girl or can I catch him before he disappears?" You didn't want to walk into his room and have a repeat of last weekend.

Seungmin pointed Hyunjin out to you, he was sitting on one of the couches next to some girl- it wasn't Jess to your relief. She had her hands on his arm as she kept talking and he seemed to be barely listening to what she said. He looked so effortlessly gorgous as he sat there in a white button down and black jeans. His black hair framed his face and rings adorned his long fingers as they wrapped around his red solo cup. Not seeing Hyunjin for so many days had made you forget how perfect he looked, almost unreal.

"Good luck, he's been so grumpy," Seungmin said as you made your way through the suffocating crowd again to reach Hyunjin.

You tapped the girl's shoulder, "I'm sorry to interrupt but I really need to talk to Hyunjin." She gave you a dirty look and tried to turn back to Hyunjin. You proceeded to shove yourself between the two of them on the couch, successfully chasing her away after she called you a bitch under her breath.

Hyunjin looked at you but somehow avoided eye contact, "Y/n, what are you doing here?" His voice was quiet but sounded so cold and monotone.

"I came to see you," you tried to place your hand on his but he pulled it away from your grasp. "Is something wrong?" Hyunjin wouldn't look at you and you were starting to get over the silent treatment he was giving you. You chugged your drink and then grabbed Hyunjin's forearm, attempting to drag him off the couch. It wasn't very successful as he didn't even budge an inch despite you using your full force. You held on to him and gave him a pleading look until he got off the couch with a sigh and let you lead him. You ended up taking him to his room so it would be quiet enough to have a conversation. You were happy to find that there wasn't a girl waiting to kiss his face off in his room tonight.

"What do you want?" Hyunjin sounded like an angry teen as he sat down at the edge of his bed.

"I want to know what’s wrong with you. I haven't seen you all week and you've barely spoken to me."

"I told you I was busy." Hyunjin still refused to look at you.

"Did I do something to piss you off? Did something happen? Seungmin told me how grumpy you've been this week."

Hyunjin didn't say anything, looking down at his shoes, still effortlessly gorgeous even when he was moping. You walked up right in front of him and hugged him, pulling him close to you. He didn't resist but he also didn't wrap his arms around you in the way you had become accustomed to. You pulled away and moved your hand under his chin, tilting his head up so he would finally look at you, ignoring the way your heart echoed in your ears at the proximity. His deep brown eyes seemed clouded, like they had a storm brewing behind them that hadn't quite reached the surface.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it but don't ignore me please." You wanted to tell him how much you had missed him this week. How empty and cold your bed had felt without his presence but you knew how needy that would sound and you didn’t want to say those words aloud.

Hyunjin’s eyes softened as he looked into yours, recognizing the concern that flooded them. He spread his knees so you could slot into the space between his legs as he sat at the edge of his bed. His arms finally wrapped around you and he pulled you in so close that you could feel each other breathe.

Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, pulling you even closer, "you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry." He closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into your neck. With his lips ghosting over your skin he whispered, "I missed you," so quietly that you almost didn't hear.

Your breath hitched, being this close to Hyunjin was dangerous. You pushed away from him, giving him a warm smile when he looked up at you, loosening his grasp on you. You wiggled out of his arms and began to look around his room. His desk was cluttered with different art supplies, the walls covered in paintings and posters. An easel sat by his window in the corner of the room. It faced away from you so you couldn't see what was painted on the canvas.

"You promised you'd show me your paintings. I think I've earned a private showing by now."

Hyunjin stood up and walked over to his desk to grab a sketchbook. He sat back down on his bed and patted the spot next to him signalling you to sit down. He flipped through the book describing the inspiration behind every painting and picture. His art was breathtaking with such a wide range from delicate water colour paintings of abstract scenery to sketches so precise that they looked like photographs. They gave you a different view into his life: his dog back home, the places he'd seen and his favourite movie scenes.

"So not only is Hyunjin Hwang absolutely gorgeous but he's also extremely talented." You complimented him, not noticing the blush that painted over his cheeks. You kicked off your heeled boots and started to walk around his room, admiring his paintings that decorated his walls.

Hyunjin sat, watching you as you smiled at his paintings, pointing out the scenes of places that you had visited together. He got the chance to take you in. You. Looked. Hot. Your dress left little to the imagination as it hugged every one of your curves. Being away from you for a week had allowed Hyunjin to ignore how he had started feeling about you after the towel incident, but being around you now, looking the way you do- it brought those feelings bubbling back. He was willing himself not to get hard in your presence. Hyunjin had not met with any girl since the last party, your lack of presence in his days making everything feel boring. He had been pent up and he didn’t realize it until you were in front of him, with your perfect lips and in that tight dress. The sight of you was only making his situation harder. While lost in his horny thoughts, Hyunjin did not notice you open up the other sketchbook on his desk.

You felt like you were in your own museum, getting to feel the artist's art not only through the paintings but through his words. Hyunjin was very talented and you lamented not getting to appreciate his art sooner. You finished examining all the paintings on his wall and started to look at the various sketches scattered over his desk, finding a sketchbook that he hadn't shown you yet. As you flipped through the pages you saw some shadow-work and flower paintings. Then you reached a sketch with made you stop turning. The picture was of the library where you always studied, the focus of the sketch being a girl with her hair swept up in a bun, brows furrowed as she held a pen between her teeth and stared down at something in front of her. It was a sketch of you.

"Did you draw me?" You asked Hyunjin while turning to the next page. Here was a drawing of a familiar memory when you and Hyunjin had gone to the beach. There you sat in the sand, looking out at the sea with your beach towel wrapped loosely around your shoulders for warmth. He had drawn it from his perspective. He sat next to you that evening and had captured your side profile while you were unaware, lost in the feeling of the misty breeze that had floated over the ocean.

Your words snapped Hyunjin back to reality. It took him a second but he realized which one of his books you were holding. His eyes widened in panic, "Don't look at that one." He practically shouted as he lunged towards you, aiming to grab the book out of your hands before you could look any further. You tried to dodge him but your reflexes were not quite as fast as his. He swiftly grabbed the book out of your hand but not before you got a glimpse of the next page. You had seen a side profile where the girl wore a loose muscle shirt that showed ample side-boob and allowed her nipple to poke through the thin fabric. What stood out to you was the small rose tattoo that sat beneath her breast, right on the rib. The small tattoo that you had gotten on your 19th birthday, the one that was so easy to hide that very few people knew about it.

You didn't get time to process the intimate drawing as you found yourself trapped between Hyunjin and the desk. He stood against you with one hand on the desk supporting his weight and the other holding the sketchbook behind him. The proximity and the thought of his sketch left you feeling dizzy. You somehow found the breath to say, "Why can't I see it?" Not giving away that you may be aware of exactly why he didn't want you to look.

Hyunjin chose not to answer the question, being unable to think of an excuse when he stood this close to you. Your body pressed up against his and your face so close to his that the smallest movement would allow him to kiss your soft, tinted red lips. He tried to shake the urge to take what he wanted most at this moment. Instead he gently brushed his fingers over your jaw. The touch was so light that you barely felt it, but it was enough to make breathing impossible for you as you stood feeling like a deer in headlights trapped under his intense, almost hungry gaze. He used the same feather light touch to run his fingers down your neck. You still held your breath, heartbeat drowning out all the noise from the party going on just outside the door, leaving you feeling like it was just you and him in this moment.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped their gentle movement as they lingered at the base of your neck. His eyes staring at a spot and his gaze changing from soft to intense fury. He spoke in a quiet, measured voice, "Who did that to you?"

Your attention was brought to the spot that his eyes were fixated on. You ran your hand over it, feeling the tender flesh, realizing it was the spot where Felix had left a hickey on you the night before. You had completely forgotten about it.

"Y/n, who did that?" Hyunjin repeated, voice as quiet as before but the words sounding harsh.

"I uh- I had the date last night and-"

Hyunjin cut you off, "Did you fucking sleep with him?" He scoffed. "One fucking mediocre-ass date and you threw yourself at him." Hyunjin's words dripped with bitterness as he glared at you, his body still pressed against yours and his fingers still hovering over the hickey on your neck.

You attempted to push Hyunjin off of you,"it is none of your fucking business what happened between us." You matched his rage as you continued to push against him, failing to move his body. "Let me go."

"He's going to use you and then toss you aside when he's bored" Hyunjin snapped at you, continuing to trap you with his tall frame.

"Not every guy is like you." You pushed him away one more time, this time he let you go.

Your words rang in Hyunjin's ears. It stung that you thought of him like that, but he knew it was true. You walked away from him and sat down on the edge of his bed again, beginning to lace up your boots. "Where are you going? It's almost 2am."

"You don't need to monitor everything I do." His worry was valid and you felt a bit bad for snapping at him again but you were so angry. Who is he to dictate what sort of relationship you had with Felix? There was finally a decent guy who liked you, who wanted you and who was honest about his feelings and you weren't going to let Hyunjin's dislike of him ruin a potentially good relationship.

Hyunjin swallowed his jealousy, pain and anger, recognizing the rage that you held behind every word. He had just got you back and he did not want to spend anymore time without you. The week truly had been so lonely without you. He walked over and knelt in front of you, slowly taking your hands away from your boots so you would leave the task and acknowledge him. "I'm sorry," he closed his eyes, "I'm being overprotective. I just don't want you to hurt."

You let out a breath, the warmth from his hands working it's way through your anger, reminding you how much you missed him. "I know you care about me and you mean well. I know you don't like him but I promise he's genuine. He really makes me feel special and I trust him."

Hyunjin kept his eyes squeezed shut as you made your case for Felix. Finally, he met your gaze, "Stay over tonight. It's too late for you to go home." You agreed, too tired to go home at this point and looking forward to time with your friend. You spent the rest of the night watching movies in Hyunjin's bed, comfy in his t-shirt, until you both drifted off to sleep. The glimpse of the sketch still at the back of your mind as your eyes fluttered shut.

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You joined the line of girls doing the walk of shame out of Sigma Chi the next morning. Hyunjin was still asleep but you needed to go home. You could not shower with his 5-in-1 wash again. Unlike the other girls who tugged on their clothes and uncomfortable shoes from the night before, you had the luxury of leaving in Hyunjin's hoodie and a pair of his sweats.

As you walked out, you heard someone calling your name. You turned to see Felix jogging towards you. "Good morning," he said when he reached you. "What are you up to?"

"Morning. I'm heading home. Hopefully to take a nap," you replied. "What are you doing running on a Sunday morning like a psychopath?"

Felix laughed, "Training doesn't end. But I'm done for now, let me walk you home." He took your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours. "You were at Sigma Chi?" He tried to sound casual, masking how the question was gnawing at him.

"Yeah. I was at the party last night and ended up staying over since it was late," you explained, not picking up on how Felix clenched his jaw.

He wasn't sure how to prod further without making it seem like he wanted to know what exactly happened. He had been happy this week, thinking Hyunjin had backed off but now he saw you walk out of Hyunjin's house, dressed in clothes that were definitely too baggy to belong to you. He finally blurted out, "you saw Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, I went to see him and we talked it out. It's good to not be fighting anymore." Despite being tired, you felt light. The weight that Hyunjin's absence had left on you finally lifted. Felix on the other hand did not feel as light. Maybe the hickey had been too subtle.

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And that's the end of Part 3!!

This is an original work. Do not republish or repost this work in any form, including translations.

©LuvyBlossom

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dualityvn · 9 months

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I dunno if anyone asked this, but could you please write a drabble for UT!Tenebris x MC?

A Milkshake and A Night Under The Stars (UT!Tenebris x GN!Reader)

This was slightly inspired by valentinax3's ask about making a deal with Tenebris. Enjoy!

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"What is this one?"

"It's a chocolate milkshake. You drink it through this straw. The little tube poking out at the top," you explain to the creature eyeing the cup in your hand. "Wanna try it?"

As one arm reaches out, it morphs into a human one so it can easily grab the treat you've brought him. He hesitates as he brings it to his face and leans in to sniff it. He must not find anything suspicious because quickly after, he sips from the straw.

"Do you like it?"

The many eyes light up with delight. You've seen them do that every time you presented him with a new type of sweet treat. Each time, you find it very cute. Something so big and scary is obsessed with sweets.

"It's good. Very sweet, just like the rest. But I'm beginning to discern between them... What will we do in exchange for it?"

Some time ago, you'd made a deal with "the monster in the forest." You'd bring him the sweets he'd grown so fond of and in exchange, he'd let you get to know him. It was a deal that had perplexed him at first. He couldn't see why you'd want such a thing. Yet he'd accepted nonetheless.

"Since it's nighttime and the sky is clear, I was thinking we could stargaze."

"Very well. I appreciate that this one does not involve other humans."

He brings the straw back to his mouth. You watch the contents of the cup being drained at an impressive speed. Within mere seconds, it's empty. He hands it back to you and you store it away in your backpack.

"I mean, I was thinking we could do it from the top of one of the buildings in the city. The forest is kinda dense for it," you explain.

Half a dozen eyes narrow at you. "No. There is a large clearing deeper in. We're going there, where it is quiet and dark. Your loud vehicles and blinding lights would no longer bother us."

Under different circumstances, going deep into the forest with a monster would be a terrible idea. But if he wanted to harm you, he would've done it many times by now. So you take the risk.

"Okay, fair enough. How do we get there?"

He turns his back to you, then crouches down. "It will be too slow if I let you walk. Get on my back."

You pause, caught by surprise. He's never allowed you to touch him this much before. When you'd tried, he'd move away or snarl at you. Still, you aren't about to refuse the offer. You climb on and wrap your arms around his neck.

His skin is cold, but his hair feels soft as it brushes against your cheek. He smells like grass and honey. The lizard tail and his hunched position help keep you in place once he takes off.

You now see why he suggested you'd be slow. It wasn't an insult, it was a fact when you compared it to the speed he was running at. He wasn't only fast. He was also agile. You never once got smacked by any branches or bushes.

"Am I heavy?" you ask.

"Heavy? You come nowhere close to it. Not to me, at least."

You're not sure if even ten minutes have passed before he comes to a stop and lowers himself again to put you down.

The clearing he spoke of is indeed big. The stars are much more beautiful here, compared to the city. They look like glitter spread over dark fabric. You can't help but smile looking at it.

"You're right. This is much better."

He huffs as he plops down onto the grass with a loud thud. "Of course I am."

You suppress a chuckle and join him.

You'd noticed earlier, but now you have time to inspect him properly. He's dressed up. An intricate necklace resembling golden branches with precious stones instead of fruits hangs over his chest. A similar golden arm band matches one around his tail. And he's wearing pants. Something he didn't do the first time you'd met him in this form. He'd kept in mind you weren't a fan of complete nudity.

Three eyes shift to look at you questioningly. "I thought we came here to look at stars. Why are you staring at me?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking you look nice."

The eyes widen, then quickly look away. You get the impression he's flustered.

"Shouldn't this form frighten you? Why do you always ask me to stick to it instead of the human ones?"

"I like it. And you said the human form takes effort to maintain. I want you to be comfortable," you respond.

He only lets out a grunt and reverts his attention to the sky. You do the same.

You don't know a lot about stars. He does. So you ask a lot of questions. He answers each one without complaint. And when you both lay on your backs to get a better view and you scooch a little closer until your shoulders touch, he doesn't push you away.

It's pleasant. You feel oddly at peace. His voice is deep but soothing. Accompanied by the sounds of crickets and frogs, it begins to lull you to sleep. Your eyelids become heavy. As they close and you drift off to a land of dreams, you feel something brushing away a few strands of hair from your face.

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality tenebris #duality drabble

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faegoddessog · 9 months

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Daily Meal

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, sex in public places, , unprotected PiV, (Play safe ya'll!) Light Dom/Sub, Oral sex (m &f).

Summary: Austin and gf have temporarily moved to New York, work is stressful for her. He has a tried and true solution.

A/N: Thank you to @slowsweetlove for the inspiration on this lil' one shot! I hope it lives up to expectation.

Please let me know if you see anything that needs attention (other than the fucking hot pic of Austin in a backstage setting that perfectly goes with this story that I wrote way before those pics came out.. magic!!)

She was sitting on the couch in their apartment, back to the door. It was bad Feng Shui, but it was the only place the robust piece of furniture would fit in the narrow New York apartment. They had rented it furnished and would only be here for about 9 months anyway.

She loved going with Austin to his film locations when she could. She adored travel and exploration, but she adored Austin exponentially more. He was the most kind person she had ever met. The fact that he was beyond handsome and famous didn't even matter to her. He had amazed her from their first meeting. A meeting after which, he began to pursue her diligently.

They had been in the City for just over two weeks now, under the guise of 'getting settled’. Really, they had come early because Austin had an addiction, theater. He had drug her out to shows nearly every night for the past two weeks before he started work on his new job. It's not like she hated going, she liked theater too. Just… whoa. She was at the point where she couldn't remember which scene belonged to which play.

All that would slow down as today was the first table read of the new play Austin was starring in. Austin was so excited to be working on Broadway again. When he left that morning he was like a kid in a candy shop: smiling, nervous and buzzing.

Tonight though, he promised her something different. He was going to take her to his favorite little hole in the wall place, they had live music every night and 'the best cocktails in town'.

It was weird for him to want to be out so much, usually he was more of a ‘let’s stay in’ kind of guy. She supposed this was what theater did to him.

Right now though, she had her headphones on trying to finish her remote work before he got home. There had been problems all day at the home office, deadlines had gotten moved up and her boss had put a lot of pressure on her to get them done. She had been frantically working all afternoon and felt like she was getting nowhere. Stumbling blocks and obstacles just kept popping up right and left. She felt like the project was slipping through her fingers.

Austin traipsed down the hallway to their apartment. His day had been so good, the table read went amazing and the meeting after showed a ton of excitement built up about his new show. He was riding a high when he opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch, back to the door.

He took a minute to look at her toeing off his shoes as per the rental agreement. Her hair was up in a bun, the noise canceling headphones that she preferred to earbuds when working cradling her head. The wide neck of her shirt had slipped down, showing off her shoulders. The thin gold necklace that he had given her draped over the back of her neck gave him warm fuzzies.

Damn he loved her. He was so happy that he got to bring his best girl with him on this project and share with her his love for theater.

The fact that she could do her job anywhere was amazing. He loved when she joined him on location, though she only ever visited the set occasionally during filming. She said it was important that they had their own bits of life, she didn't want him to feel smothered or like she had to check up on him on set. In fact, she could never make him feel that way. In the past two years, she had become his rock, his solid base to cling to as he jumped into projects that scared him, that pushed him.

He closes the door. She doesn’t turn, clearly sucked in.

"Well shit!" she exclaims loudly, banging on her keyboard a little too vehemently, obviously trying to make something work that was not working.

Austin's eyes narrow in concern. She is usually quite collected, but the move and work had been stressful on her.

He slips into the bedroom, then out again unnoticed, pushing something into his jeans pocket. Austin walks up behind her and lightly touches her bare shoulders. She jumps a bit, startled, and looks up.

"Oh hey babe," she pulls her headphones off her ears, "how did it go?"

"It went well, I think it's gonna be a really good show," he says, "sounds like your day wasn't as great."

"That's an understatement," she says rubbing the bridge of her nose, "the whole system just went down, again. So frustrating. I feel like I can't get a foothold on this project."

He leans over the couch and closes the laptop, setting it aside. His lips brush her sensitive spot behind her ear. She closes her eyes, raises her hands to wrap around him and leans into his soft attentions.

"Feeling out of control are you?" he rumbles in her ear, "I have something that might help."

Before she can ask what, he slips his bracelets over her wrists. The ones that mean she doesn't get to make decisions until they come off. The ones that signify he is in charge. The ones that mean she belongs to him.

Two beautiful Italian-made leather cuff bracelets he had made in lieu of a collar. She did not like things tight around her neck, they had discovered.

The cuffs could dangle comfortably loose, or they could be tightened with small decorative looking buckles if he needed them tighter. They had beautiful intertwining loops of leather with a couple rings of metal that Austin could slip his fingers into to control her or restrain her. Or he could clip them together with a carabiner. He was quite proud of his little invention, really. She can stop it all with the murmur of their safe word, of course. But she was loath to use it unless completely necessary.

She sighs as he slips them on, pussy clenching, almost Pavlovian in response at this point. God she loves him, he always knows exactly what she needs. Right now, she needs to not be in charge for a while. He must have had a really good day. He only got them out when he was in a really good mood.

"You know I wanted to take you out tonight, Doll," his hands slide down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipples, "but you aren't dressed yet. Oh hunny, what are we gonna do about that?"

"Out? Aren't we staying in?" she frowned a little, shaking her wrists a little. She had never worn the cuffs out in public before.

"Oh no, we are going, and those are going to stay on. It's New York, after all. No one will think twice," he says, stepping to the chair opposite the couch.

"Yes, Austin," she says looking up at him, grateful to not have to make the decision.

God he is beautiful. His tall frame is both lean and muscular, she knew he was stronger than he looked. Whether he had a little bit of scruff or he was clean shaven, his face was the very definition of handsome. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and the most adorable little corner mouth dimple on his left side. He was dotted with a unique constellation of freckles that she had been known to trace with her fingertips over his cheek and with her tongue as they dipped down his neck and onto his chest. His lips, oh lord, his lips were always soft and kissable. The sharp bow of his upper lip in opposition with the full roundness of the bottom one. He could do things with that mouth, things the mere thought of which had her wet. His newly darkened hair accentuated his piercing blue eyes. His new character was raven haired and he was nothing if not thorough in his preparation. His dedication to his craft was something she adored about him.

"Now, you are going to peel down right here,” he places himself deliberately in the chair, leaning back, long legs crossed, "then you will wear what I pick out."

His thumb and long fore-finger outline his mouth, pulling his bottom lip out. Something he did when he was nervous or when he was looking at something that turned him on. Right now that something was her. He waved his other hand in a 'well get on with it' gesture.

"Yes Austin," she said, standing up, "what first?"

"Hmm, top," he said simply.

They had played this game before. She knew he liked her to undress slowly and to touch herself when she did it. Her hand started at her waist, fingertips dragging the bottom edge of her shirt up, exposing the natural roundness of her belly.

She was no impossibly thin supermodel, she was curvy, strong, healthy. He liked that about her, liked that she didn't conform to the California/Fashion/Hollywood standards he had grown up with. She marched to the beat of her own drum. She was hot as fuck doing it. He had noticed that since she was thrust into the public eye by dating him, she was starting to lead the pack in promoting body positivity, just by being herself.

The hem of her shirt got caught momentarily on her naturally large breasts as she slowly stripped off her top. She hated wearing bras when at home. Her breasts bounced just a little as the shirt broke free. It was tantalizing to him.

"Turn around," he said, "pull those bottoms down, both of them."

Her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her joggers and panties. Pulling first one side down over her luscious hips, then the other to just under her ass.

"Stop," he said quickly," mmm, pull those cheeks apart for me."

She grasped the roundness of her ass. The spreading sparking little sensations to her asshole and consequently to her pussy. She breathes out the tiniest of moans. She loves when he orders her to touch herself.

"Down to your ankles now," he says.

She steps back from the couch, more in the middle of the space and, bending at the waist, pushes her panties and joggers to the floor.

"Yes, show me that pussy, Doll," his deep voice starting to sound husky.

She steps her feet out of her clothes and then apart, pushing her hips back to him. Reaching back, she pulls her ass cheeks apart.

"Oh my, baby, you look like you are wet, touch yourself and check," he directs. He has uncrossed his legs, manspreading in the most delicious way, giving himself room to grow.

Reaching between her legs with one hand, she dips a finger into her seeping wetness, pulling away a string of moisture.

"Oh yes you are," he breaths, "do you like being all bent over in front of me, Doll? Showing me that wet, needy pussy?" The sound of a zipper reaches her ears.

"Yes Austin," her only reply.

Austin's hands are on her hips, guiding her to his now fully erect, fully exposed lap. "Sit that pretty pussy down on my big cock."

It was big; long fingers and hands do not lie, at least when it came to Austin.

She nestles down onto him with a pleasure filled moan. The first taste of his cock in her pussy was always perfection for them both, and it only got better from there.

"Oh yes, baby doll, , such a good girl, so wet for me” he praises her, “clean that finger off sweetheart," he pushes her hand to her mouth.

She turns her head to the side so he can watch her lick her juices. She moans around her finger as he slowly slides in and out of her.

"Hands," his gruff voice says.

She knows what he wants. She wants it too. She presents her wrists behind her. He laces the two fingers of one hand into the straps on both wrists. Pulling them tight behind her.

"Make me cum in that pussy baby, ride me," he leans back.

Clenching his ass and pushing himself further upward, he gives her his whole shaft to ride. His thumb strokes the soft skin of her inner wrist.

"Yes Austin,” she loves not having to think about what to do next. Getting her feet under her, she slowly rises and falls, savoring every centimeter of him. The stress of the day forgotten as warmth percolates in her lower belly.

"Fuck yes, god I love your wet cunt wrapped around my dick," he groans out. "Does it feel good doll?"

"Yes Austin," she moans through clenched teeth. Her hips gyrate in slow, wide circles as she slides him further into her. His head brushes past the singular delicious point on the front of her vagina.

“Ohmigod!” falls from her lips as a shudder runs through her.

"Don't you cum unless I say so," he struggles not to fuck her back, to let her do all the work.

"Oh fuck, yes Austin," she moans.

She had almost forgotten that part, it had been too long since he had taken the weight of the world from her shoulders.

As she settles into a slow rhythm, Austin’s free hand slips around her ribcage, his long fingers pressing just under her breast. He steers her towards the pace he wants.

“Yes baby doll, just like that,” his voice sonorous and deep.

The exquisite ache starts to pour down his cock and coalesce deep in his groin. He takes a second to watch this gorgeous creature impaling herself on him. The muscles of her triceps popping as he holds her arms. He can just see the sides of her tits, pressed out and bouncing. He makes a mental note to have a mirror to hang on the wall opposite so he can watch her fully. The idea makes his pelvic floor clench and his arousal heighten.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” she cries out, his cock bouncing just a little inside her. It’s a small movement but it pings the nerves just right. It forces her muscles to contract deliciously around him, compelling her right up to her edge. The edge, she knew, that was not allowed to her, not yet.

His chuckle came from deep in his chest. He knows she is getting close. He knows her cues, he made a study of her when they first got together, and he was nothing if not thorough. He fucking loves making her cum.

Her clamping down on his cock makes him gasp. Austin can’t help himself now, his glutes flexing and thighs straining, thrusting into her. The course of their movement falls naturally into him holding her still so he can fuck her. He loves fucking her. The anticipation builds in him, the glorious pressure seeps into his lower stomach.

Her head is thrown back, her legs are shaking. His thrusts are perfection, pumping in and out of her, hitting her inside in a way that she just can’t emulate. She loves it when he fucks her. Warmth rises to heat, swelling inside her seeking a crack from which to release.

“Please, can I come, please,” she whines, toes curling, muscles tense trying to control the pleasure wanting to burst out of her. Wetness trickles down the base of his shaft and onto his balls,

“NO!” his rasping reply through gritted teeth. He fucks her.

Her eyebrows draw together in a grimace, but the corner of her lips curl into a smile. Yeah, she loves this. This teetering on the edge, praying he will let her drench his cock.

And he fucks her.

“Ungh,” he groans out, “Fuck. Yes!”

Even through the haze of pleasure she is attempting to override, she can tell when he is close. She knows every sound he makes, the groan in his throat when he is so turned on there is no stopping him. She knows the cadence of his thrusts, when his balls cling tightly to his body in preparation. She fucking loves making him so hot that he can’t help but chase his orgasm single mindedly.

And he fucks her.

“Can I cum, can I cum, can I cum,” she starts to beg, moaning over and over.

He knows she is practically cumming already.

But he can’t answer.

His thrusts start to stutter, he can feel the pressure building in his balls to the point of no return. Guttural animal noises are all that he can make as the release overtakes him, his body tense. His energy focused on the single point of pulsing and surging of his cum into her frantic pussy.

Finally, he manages to sputter out “Yes.”

Her orgasm rockets from her as she fucks herself hard on his cock. Clenching him. Drenching him.

“YES! YES! YES!” she is screaming. Spine writhing like a snake.

“Oh my fucking god!” Austin’s eyes roll back, he head lolling on the back of the chair, his now sensitive cock getting a pounding of its own.

Finally she stills. Both of them shaking, twitching. He lets go of her wrists. She turns with ragged breath to curl up in his waiting arms.

>>>><<<<

Austin held her hand, forefinger looped through the bracelet on her hand. They had somehow managed to avoid most paparazzi, though by now they just always assumed there would be photos of them.

They walked down the alleyway, towards the blue neon feline over a paint-splattered black door with a stenciled white outline of a cat. It looked grungy and unkept. She looked at Austin as though he was crazy. He just smiled at her, pulled at the door handle without a scrap of hesitation.

She was wearing the outfit he picked out for her. A dark brown wraparound cocktail dress with capped sleeves and plunging neckline. The curved hemline of the wrap meeting in the front, forming an inverted V. Her legs flashed as she walked. He picked it because he could have easy and full access to her bare pussy. Of course he wouldn’t let her have panties. She wore leather heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed and matched the cuffs dangling from her wrists.

The second they walk down the stairs and into the speakeasy, she knows why he loves it here. It’s like they were instantly transported backstage. Props and set pieces make up the decor, it’s dark and intimate. There is exposed brick and ductwork and even a steel support beam bolted to its concrete footing. She half expects to see a rack of costumes roll by and actors with overly emphasized rouged cheeks hurrying to make their entrance, stage left.

There is a stage in fact, a tiny one. There is a band playing and the place is pleasantly filled with patrons.

The bartender greets him like an old friend. They exchange a few sentences and he introduces her. Austin never lets go of her hand. Almost as if she is an anchor for his introverted self in the metaphorical sea of people.

They are shown to the most dark secluded round table with round couch seating in the back corner next to an egress that says ‘STAGE’ in grungy, scuffed lettering. He motions for her to take a seat.

“Peel that skirt slit back as you sit,” he whispers as he strips off his elegant black jacket revealing his basic white t-shirt underneath and the stitching detail on his black trousers. As he sits, he lays the jacket partially over her lap as though she was cold. It’s just a little extra insurance, the table hides most of her lap.

He snuggles her in tight to him, his long legs crossed towards her. Her hand rests lightly on his thigh One arm languidly around her shoulders, the other resting high on her now bare thigh under his jacket. He looks her up and down while they sit and enjoy the music for a minute, his fingers making little circles on her inner thigh.

“You know Doll,” he leans in, lips close to her ear, “you look good enough to eat, I might just make you my daily meal.”

Her arm curls her hand to play in his dark hair. The moment is so intimate. She looks demurely down, pressing her lips together as his fingers graze her other ones under the table.

The waitress walks over. They both smile up at her like he doesn't have his hand up her dress.

“Hi, what can I get you two lovebirds,” she says, “Oh wow, I love your bracelet. Where did you get it.”

“He had them specially made for me,” she grins at Austin. He just nods, not offering any more information.

The waitress doesn’t note the plural. Austin orders a lemon sour and the grilled maitake for her and decides on the fried quail and a green toki highball for himself.

When the drinks are delivered, Austin removes his hand from her thigh and then replaces it with the one draped over her shoulders.

“Wider,” he says smiling while handing her the lemon sour. Her legs part just enough so his hand can slip between them. As he sips, he pulses two fingers against her labia in time to the music.

She watches the little stage, trying not to show her arousal on her face as she drinks. His pulsing becomes pushing as her wetness creeps onto his digits. Slowly sinking his long dextrous fingers over her clit and to the second knuckle inside her warm wet pussy over and over. It’s getting harder for her to keep her composure.

Food arrives. He retracts his fingers, wiping them cursorily between her thighs. She notes that they still glisten as he pulls a piece of quail off with his hands. Looking her in the eyes, he licks his fingers off before putting the bite in his mouth.

She knows what that beautiful tongue can do and hopefully will do later, if she’s good.

When they are done with their meal, she excuses herself to the bathroom, slickness lubricating her inner thighs. She makes her way through the rabbit warren that is the underground of this building to find the restroom. She tries her best to wipe away her arousal, not that she is embarrassed, she loves being this wet for Austin. It’s just that she came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot on the back of her dress.

When she steps out, hair, pussy and makeup refreshed, Austin is there, coat over his arm, in the tight hallway. He smiles and takes her by the hand, fingers looping into the leather at her wrist. He leads her, she is sure, in the wrong direction, away from the speakeasy.

“Austin, I think it’s that way,” she says, pointing over her shoulder, forgetting the rules of their game.

He stops near a door and looks at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you questioning me?”

“I just don’t want them to think we aren’t paying… or … some…thing.” she says, her words falling off.

“Hmm,” is all he says.

He pushes the door open staring at her, then nods his head toward the dark entrance. He had been here before, and was hoping not much had changed.

The door led into another darkened narrow hallway, then opened onto the backstage wing of this old theater. There was a concrete ledge and exposed brick, even some graffiti. The leg curtains still hang, dusty, masking this little used space.

The stage itself and the old seating area are clearly in the process of some kind of remodeling job. The lights are still on, blazing. Someone may still be at work here at this late hour.

Austin walks a little, checking out the stage. She can tell the place is speaking to his theater blood. He places his jacket on the stone ledge. He strides two steps toward her and leans against the stone to brick wall. With narrowed eyes, he looks her up and down.

"Damn baby doll," the fingers of his right hand, glide across his bottom lip and chin as if trying to decide what to do with her, “about that daily meal.”

He reaches for her, pulling her against him. He flips her hair over her shoulder with the back of his hand, sliding it behind her neck and up to the back of her head. He presses her back to the wall.

"Spread your legs baby doll," his lips brush her ears as he grasps her hair in a loose fist.

The sensation on her head makes her shudder, the growl of his voice sends deep vibrations to her core. She steps her feet gingerly apart.

"Lift your skirt, like a good girl," he kisses her cheek sweetly.

Her fingers gather the front of her skirt into her palms. The cool air of the space feels good on her hot cunt.

"Mmm, such a pretty pussy," he croons in her ear. Austin's long fingers brush the length of her outer lips.

"This is pretty dry baby, do you not like our little game anymore?" he asks with almost a pout, patting her mons, "do you want me to stop?" He lets his hand drop to his side.

"No, no, I love it," she says quickly. She grabs his hand and pulls it back to her, “please don't stop." She was too far into the scene now, he had built her up too much all night to just stop. She needed him, needed whatever he decided to give her tonight.

"Tch, tch, tch,” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, “oh Doll, did I say you could let go of your skirt?" He looks at her reprovingly, one eyebrow lifted, "questioning me, making up your own directions… oh no.”

Whoops.

"I'm sorry…Sir," she quickly gathered her skirt up again, bottom lip catching in her teeth.

"Oh sugar, it's ok, or it will be in a minute," a devilish smile curls his lips.

Slap! His hand met her pussy with a sharp smack. The jolt sent electricity through her. She fucking loved when he slapped her pussy, liked it even when her bracelets weren't on.

"Say it," his voice was stern as he pets her, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light.

"Austin," she breathes.

Slap! Her mouth curves slightly upwards as she jolts, chin tilting up.

"Is," the word comes out more defiant than she meant.

The hand in her hair tightens hard and pulls her head back, towering over her, his jawline set. Moisture springs immediately to the waterline of her eyes.

SLAP! Harder. Her leg shakes with the pain and pleasure of it.

"Hnngh, In," more of a moan than a spoken word.

Austin's lips brush hers. His tongue flickers out to wet her lips, then his own push gently against them. His lips leave, but his eyes remain close to hers. She can see her desire reflected in his eyes.

SLAP! Hardest.

"Charge!" the word squeals from her throat.

"Mmm hmmm, that's right Doll," he croons, staring at her eyes, "now, are you gonna be good and do as I say?”"

She would nod if she could, but his grip on her hair was just tight enough to restrict her movement.

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out.

“That’s my girl,” he releases her hair and kisses her softly, lovingly, his hand rubbing soothingly on her tingly, dry lips.

“Hmm, maybe this little pussy just needs some encouragement?” he rubs a deep circle over her mons. Zings of pleasure tighten in her.

“Oh fuck,” slips from her mouth.

“Oh my, what a dirty mouth you have, Doll. Do I need to give it something else to do?” he asks, stepping back from her, fingers tapping the clasp at his waist.

She stands there, looking down at his tapping hand, breath shallow. She is still holding her dress up, still exposed to him, for him. Gods she is beautiful, he was so smitten with her.

She is trying so hard to be good. All she really wants is to leap on him, make him fuck her until she fills the thearter with the cacophony of her screaming orgasm. It was easier to cum when she was loud.

“Hmm?” he waits.

Slowly, she raises her eyes to his, chin still pointed down, a little hungry smile on her lips. She just nods. She loves his cock in her mouth.

His eyebrow twitches and a little moan sounds deep in his throat. If he wasn’t fully hard before, the look on her face made him so now. He pulls open the clasp quicker than he meant to.

Fuck she made him want her so badly. He thought about just sinking his cock into her. Fucking her until she begged him to stop, then doing it a little longer. She would be loud in this cavernous place and probably alert everyone in a half mile radius.

He took a breath, calming himself just a little. Not trusting himself to talk just yet, he indicates the floor with his eyes and a little nod of his head.

She slowly gets down on her knees in front of him licking her lips in preparation.

“Open” he commands as he pulls himself out.

He places his velvety head on her outstretched tongue.

Her eyes look up at him, she knows he likes that. The tip of her tongue laps up and down on his frenulum, her mouth still wide open. His breath leaves him in a low moan as she gradually drags his cock further and further into her mouth. When his tip hits her soft palette, her lips close engulfing him. Her wet lips dragging along his dry shaft.

Her hands are still on the hem of her dress, holding it up, exposing herself. Afterall, he didn’t tell her to let go and she is trying so hard to be good for him.

He holds himself at the base as she glides her head back and forth over his length. Her tongue rippling along his underside. He hadn’t planned on fucking her mouth, he hadn’t planned on cumming until they got home. But the thrill of maybe being caught was exhilarating and she was so fucking good at this. He found himself holding her head still and thrusting into her. He tried not to make her gag too much, but when it happened it was so hot.

She fucking loves this, loves his movement in her mouth, loves it when he gags her just a bit, bringing up that thick spit from the back of her throat. She is surprised when his hands go to her hair to hold her still. She didn’t think he’d go for it here. It’s hot, the way he loses control. She presses her lips over her teeth. Breath is seething through his teeth, she can tell he is close.

Her tongue feels like some kind of wizardry along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes are closed, and he watches himself sink between her pretty pink lips.

She is his good girl, his naughty girl.

His.

“I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to see any of it leave your mouth,” he whispers to her. His head tilts back, as she sucks him long and hard.

Muttered curses come from him in his last few thrusts. He surges into her mouth, hot and sticky. She greedily swallows everything he gives her. As he pulls out, her tongue presses up on the bottom of his cock, milking the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. He groans. She leaves her tongue out to show him.

“Let me see that dirty mouth. What a good girl you are,” he pants, “Swallow it hunny.”

She does, licking her lips. Fuck she is hot.

He pulls her up to standing. Wiping his thumb along her wet chin. Then kissing her mouth deeply. Her hips are rocking back and forth lewdly, hands still holding her dress up. It is clear she is too far gone to just leave.

He deliberately tucks his spent cock back into his pants. She lets out a little whine.

“Such a good girl, swallowing all my cum. I think you earned a little reward, don’t you?” his fingers lightly play at the collar of her dress.

She is practically seething with desire, if she didn’t have the bracelets on, she would have shoved him up against the wall and had her way with him. But all she can do right now is nod.

“Use your words,” he admonishes, fingers tracing down the curves of her waist. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” she pants, ”I need...”

“What do you need, baby doll, tell me…” he urges her on.

“I need… I need to cum.” the last word exhaled out, barely audible.

“Oh but baby Doll,” his pinky and thumb splayed to either side, he draws a long, slow line up her inner thighs. She shudders as his touch sends electricity up her spine. He stops just short. “You forgot to say please.”

SLAP!

Her pussy stings in the most glorious way.

“Start over,” he says low in her ear.

SLAP!

“I need..” she moans SLAP!

“to cum…” she is shaking

SLAP!

“Please!” her voice a whine.

SLAP!

“SIR!” The last impact is like stinging rapture.

“Shhhh, that’s better, my good girl,” he says quietly in her ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to be quiet. Understand?”

Her eyes go big for a second, she is terrible at being quiet, but she is shaking with the wanting of him, she won’t make it home in this state. She just nods, biting her lip, hoping she can.

He backs her up to the stone ledge, grasping her inner thigh, he lifts her leg so that her foot is on the ledge. She is more exposed than ever, wide open for him.

“Keep your hands on the ledge,” he whispers in her ear.

He falls to his knees in front of her.

“Well that did it baby doll, you are dripping now. You must like me in your mouth, yes?”

“Oh yes sir,” she whispers.

“Do you like it when I punish this pretty pussy” he asks, looking up at her.

She just whines and nods, not trusting herself to speak.

“I’m gonna clean this up now, you stay quiet.”

He licks long strokes up her pussy, strings of moisture sticking to his tongue. With one hand, he spreads her labia wide. He can see her glisten, even in the dim light. Knowing he doesn’t need to gently warm her up, he dives right in. He presses his mouth to her, his nose buried against her mons. The middle of his tongue rolling wide just below her clit. God he loves the taste of her pussy. He could lick her all night.

The instant his tongue hits her, her supporting leg nearly gives out. Thankfully the ledge is there to hold her up.

His tongue reaches back, pushing into her as far as he can go. He laps up toward her clit, bringing her juices along.

God he is good at this. She is lost in the motions of his tongue against her. Her lips pressed tight together, trying not to moan. She could let him tongue fuck her into oblivion.

He traces a circle around her clit. Then two fingers push their way into her wet slit. Her spine curls over him as thrilling tension fills her. He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rubs with a wide tongue, fucking her slowly with his fingers.

Her head is tucked forward, body clenched tight, the heat behind her clit collapsing in on itself.

“Please can I come? Please?” she barely whispers.

“Mmmhmm,” he nods, looking up at her. Holy shit, his blue eyes against that black hair looking up at her from between her legs? Divine.

Little outpourings of her juices start to soak his hand. He sucks her clit into the vacuum of his mouth, licking, licking, licking. Fingering her faster.

He can hear a quiet, high pitched nasal whine, her teeth clamping down on the meaty pad of her thumb. Suddenly she is jerking against his mouth, exploding, thrusting her gushing cunt onto his fingers. It’s all he can do to keep contact with her wild gyrations.

Eventually, she slows, as does he. He stands up, adjusting his now once again hardening cock. He puts his arms around her, holding her close as little aftershocks yank at her core.

“There’s my good baby Doll.” he whispers lovingly in her ear.

She curls into him, panting quietly.

Then he hears voices float down from the back of the theater.

“Yes sir and as you can see we have already started renovations here.. Let me take you down and show you what we plan to do with the stage area.”

“Very good, how much longer will all this take?”

His eyes go huge. She is still oblivious, coming down off her high.

“Shh, we have to go,” he whispers to her. He grabs his coat and drags her quietly with his wet hand to the cramped, dark hallway where they came in. As they reach the door, they can hear the voices.

“What are these water drips on the floor?”

“Oh, um… I don't know we’ll have to check if there are any pipes up there”

“I was told this building was sound…”

Austin opens the door back near the bathrooms of the speakeasy, lips pressed together. Once the door shuts behind them he breaks out in giggles, dragging her away from the door.

“Holy crap, that was close,” he says.

“I didn’t see any water on the floor?” she is still slightly befuddled.

“Oh baby, that was you all over the floor,” he tells her with a knowing smile.

Her mouth drops open. She stops and down at her splattered legs and covers her laughter with her hands.

“Whoops” she says, still giggling, leaning on the wall.

“Whoops is right,” he pulls a strand of hair away from her face. Holding her hand, he unbuckles one, then both bracelets from her wrists. They slip into his pockets.

“I think I’d like to take you home and take my time to make love to you, if you are ok with that.”

“Mmm more than ok,” her smile is huge and warm, “thank you Austin, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome, I’m sorry it’s been so long sweetheart,” his hand comes to her face, “and in case I haven’t said it, I am so thankful you are here with me, enduring the chaos that is sometimes my life. I love you so much.”

“It’s our life, Austin,” she says with soft eyes, “and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too.”

Their lips press together in a soft, sweet kiss.

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i couldn't decided whether to make chapter 22 Dio or Hermes' pov, and i eventually settled on Hermes, but here's Dio's pov if you still want to read it! Hermes' pov can be read here

Hermes sighs, rubbing his face as he looks at Dio, probably thinking about how much he regrets taking him in, he bets. He keeps his arms crossed, analyzing the wood grain as he kicks the leg of the table. It feels good to move, to take out his anxiety on something when a tongue lashing is imminent. Maybe a real lashing. He doesn’t know. He’s only known Hermes for like, a year.

“So,” Hermes says, when he feels that Dio has squirmed long enough, “you snuck out to drink, huh? I gotta be honest, I didn't expect that behavior for a few more years.”

It’s a joke, and Dio takes it, smirking as he continues to kick at the leg. There’s a cup of water on the table, and he likes seeing how it ripples.

“Last night wasn’t even the first time you snuck out, huh?” Hermes sighs.

“You’re such a heavy sleeper, dude. Like, it’s almost impressive. One time I made myself popcorn at midnight and you didn’t even stir.”

Hermes makes a face like he’s suppressing a smile, and he’s not happy about it, “have you been drinking, every time you’ve been out?”

Dio stays quiet. He just feels like shit. He wants Hermes to get to the point.

“Do you know how bad drinking is for kids?” Dio can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh my god, yeah, it’s bad for your development, you’re gonna become an addict when you grow up, whatever, I've heard it all before.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Dio!” Hermes snaps, and Dio jumps at the sudden volume, his heart stuttering, “even if you stopped now your life could be affected forever– god, not even getting into brain development, you’re wandering around the city of Athens drunk by yourself! Not even adults feel safe doing that! Do you have any idea the kind of risk you’re taking, every night, just to get drunk?”

He hunches his shoulders, his face flushing. Hermes is so overreacting, he was fine. He’d always stuck to the touristy places, he knew not to talk to strangers, he’s not a child.

He stays quiet as Hermes looks at him, not wanting to satisfy him with an answer. Not even knowing what to say.

Hermes sighs, letting his hand fall on the table, “how long have you been drinking?”

Dio shrugs.

“Since you moved in with Dad?”

He can’t help but look up at hermes in surprise, but he quickly catches himself, looking away.

Hermes smiles, but it’s sad, “it’s easy to drink with dad, isn’t it? He’s so damn careless, he just leaves out his drinks everywhere. He even asks you to bring him a drink, and he never comments on it when you grab two.”

Dio stares at Hermes with wide eyes.

Hermes lets out a huff of air that could be a laugh “yeah, I know what it’s like. I never really got into drinking. Just wasn’t my scene. I’ve seen our other siblings fall into it, though. You should’ve seen Apollo when he was a teen, oof.”

Apollo. One of his siblings. He’s still not exactly sure how many of them he has. It’s not like he’s met any other than Hermes. They don’t give a shit about him.

Still, he can’t help but desperately want to hear more about him.

“You know, Apollo and Artemis, they were also like you. Their Mom also died. Hera dumped her in the middle of nowhere when she promised to give her a ride to the hospital.”

“Oh,” Dio breathes. His stepmom never liked him that much. He’s still stunned that she would do something like that.

“Yeah. Hera swears up and down she thought that she had her phone with her, but it doesn’t even matter what the truth is, the result was the same,” Hermes sighs, “when they found out, Artemis just withdrew in herself, stayed out of the house as much as possible, but Apollo,” Hermes shrugs, “he basically did the same as you. I remember once he told me that it was because drinking was the only thing that made him feel okay. Made him able to stand Hera’s presence.”

That’s… almost like him.

“And, you know, after a while, he couldn’t not drink. He’d get sick when he couldn’t. Get all shaky, and nauseous. Sometimes he hallucinated.”

His heart pounded in his ears, matching the pounding in his head.

“... I thought there was something wrong with me,” Dio breathes. He’d thought that he was crazy, that he had some sort of undiscovered disease that could only be fixed with alcohol. That he’d be sent off to a psych ward the moment he breathed a word. “What– what happened to him?”

“He’s doing pretty good for himself, right now,” Dio lets out a slow breath, tension that he hadn’t even noticed receding almost immediately, “don’t get me wrong, it got pretty bad for him. He got into some other stuff, and he had to hit rock bottom to realize that he needed to change. He quit everything, got sober, and now he’s a doctor. Or a musician? Man, he’s changed his career so many times I can't keep track. The point is, he’s happy. I think he’s like, fifteen years sober now.”

“Wow,” Dio murmurs, “and he didn’t, like– he got better?” whenever he tried to quit, he thought he was dying. No, he didn’t think it. He knew he was. He needed to drink. How could anyone get better?

Hermes blinks, “what do you mean?”

Dio shrugs, feeling deeply uncomfortable, “... I get sick when I don't drink. Like, really, really sick. I thought I was dying,” his eyes sting with tears and Hermes leans forwards, something like concern in his expression.

“No, no, no, no, I promise, Dio, you’re not. It’s just withdrawal. Your body’s become dependent on drinking to function, so when alcohol is taken away, there’s an adjustment period. Withdrawal absolutely sucks, but you get through to the other side, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles.

Hermes sighs, “how much have you been drinking?”

“Not as much recently.”

“Before you moved in with me?”

Dio shrugs, “I would like… pretty much everything I drank was a drink of some kind.”

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “and now?”

“Like, I dunno. It depended on what I had. At least a few every day.”

“Okay,” Hermes rubs his face, “we got some options for what to do, here. You obviously can’t keep drinking–”

Dio’s scowls.

“Dio,” Hermes sighs, “did you not listen to me talk about all the dangers?”

“Half the dangers would be cut if you gave me alcohol,” he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m obviously not gonna do that.”

“Whatever,” Dio shrugs, “I'm gonna move back in with Dad soon, anyway, so what do you care? I’ll just start drinking again.”

“You think I'm gonna let you move back in with Dad?” Dio blinks, snapping his head to look at Hermes. There’s no sign of a joke on his face.

“what?

“Letting kids drink is child abuse. Child neglect, at the very least. They won’t let you go back, even if Dad wins the case.”

Child neglect? It’s really not that serious… right?

“… won’t I… go to foster care?” he mumbles. That’s always what he figured, if dad lost the case. Hermes wouldn’t want to deal with him full time.

“Not when you have a willing guardian, sitting right here,” Hermes smiles, but Dio’s face feels paralyzed.

“… oh,” for so long, he’d been working on the assumption that he wouldn’t be staying here. That it was all temporary, as everything has been since Mom died. It’s trippy as hell to suddenly have to consider like, staying here. Permanently. There’s no way.

“Yeah. And since letting you drink isn’t an option, we need to figure out the best way to help you stop.”

If he stays here, he’ll have to stop drinking, and the thought is so horrible he can’t help the way his face crumples,“why? Why do I have to stop?”

“Dio–”

“It’s the only thing that makes me feel better! I can’t– I can't breathe when I don't drink, I can't do anything because I just feel so– empty. Drinking makes it go away, Hermes, I need to drink.”

“That’s grief, bud,” Hermes sighs, “it’s the– worst feeling in the world. It’s so tempting to just take something to make it go away, huh?”

Dio nods frantically, wiping away tears.

“That doesn’t work, though. Drinking to avoid feeling it is, like,” he waves his hand, “like ignoring a wound. It feels like it’s helping, it’s nice to pretend that it isn’t there, but it is, and it’s not gonna get any better, not until you deal with it.”

Dio’s tears are now coming so fast that wiping them away is futile, “but I don't know how.”

“I can help you, Dio, there’s people who can help. You have to do all the heavy lifting yourself, but there’s people who can give you the tools. Give it time, and work, and sometime in the future, it’ll start feeling like you can breathe again. But the first step is to stop drinking.”

He can’t stop himself, and he covers his face as he lets out a little sob. He wants a hug, but he doesn’t want hermes. He wants his mom. He wants to go back to before all this. Before he started drinking. Before any of this ever happened.

Hermes stays where he is, and eventually, Dio manages to get himself under control. He has to spend a good minute breathing, before he can finally bring himself to ask, “what are the options?”

Hermes lets out a big, almost relieved sigh, “the first one is, you can go to rehab– it’s not like how it is in the media!” Hermes hastily says at Dio’s expression, “Apollo went, he can tell you what it’s like, if you want? You’d be there for about a month, but they can give you great tools to help you deal with your grief, and they can help you through the withdrawals. There’ll be lots of people there in the same position as you who understand what it’s like as well.”

He… kind of likes the idea of meeting Apollo, but he’ll probably hate him, so maybe not. He doesn’t like the idea of another change. Staying in another place, with people he doesn’t know. What if at the end, Hermes just doesn’t pick him up? What would they do with him then?

Dio crosses his arms, “what’s the other option?”

Hermes sighs, “I guess… the other option is that you try to stop by yourself. Quitting instantly is dangerous, so we’d have to wean you off onto lighter drinks to make the withdrawal less intense. I’ll find you a therapist as well, and they can help you with it.”

Dio nods, “I like that one a lot more.” he’d get to stay here, at least.

Hermes frowns, “the downsides are that you have a lot more opportunity to relapse–” Dio blinks at the strange word, “slip back into drinking. You know how to sneak out, you know that I'm a heavy sleeper. It’ll be way too easy for you. There won’t be anyone else who gets it, either. You’ll just have me, a therapist, and maybe Apollo, if he’s up for it.”

“I want to do that one,” Dio insists, and Hermes sighs.

“Okay. but– Dio, you only get a certain amount of chances, okay? If you relapse too many times, then that means it’s not working, and that we need to try rehab, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles. Would he be able to keep himself from relapsing? Already, all he wants is another drink, so he doesn’t feel hungover anymore. How will he feel in a few days?

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “I love you, kid.”

Dio blinks, “you haven’t even known me for more than a year.”

“And I still love you. Crazy how that works, huh?”

Dio looks down at his lap, his face feeling hot. Hermes is lying, obviously, you can’t love someone that fast, but–

It’s still really nice to hear it.

“You don’t need to say it back, or anything. Just know that I got your back, no matter what, okay? I’m gonna help you with this.”

“Okay,” Dio sighs, “I'm really tired.”

“Yeah,” Hermes huffs, “you’re probably overdue a nap, huh? C’mon, let's see if they’re done talking.”

Right, Hypnos is going through his own talk with his older brother. He hopes he’s okay. He wordlessly follows him out of the room, almost wanting to loop his arm through Hermes’ arm, just like how he did with mom.

He doesn’t. He’s too tired for any of that.

#long fic #hades game #dionysus #hermes #deleted scene

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bombshellsandbluebells · 11 months

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okay thoughts please! i’m fully on board with ted going back for Henry (after being a lil bummed), because that’s so clearly his journey, but i also really wish that instead of him going to Kansas, they would have had Henry and Michelle come to Ted. i think it would fit with the idea that part of Ted’s growth journey has been about asking for what he needs from people and prioritising his own wants and needs, and with a huge support network for Henry and Ted and Michelle, and Henry loving it there and loving the team and stuff, i think it could have worked. but obviously i always wanna know your thoughts!

*cracks knuckles* alright, let's go lol

One of the ways I read the final season - a story thread that I don't see anyone else talking about - is that on top of missing Henry specifically, Ted is homesick.

Ted starts the season questioning why they're still in England. He spends most of the season directionless and floundering, and, up until "Sunflowers", contributes very, very little to how well the team is performing other than encouraging them. The ONLY thing that makes the team successful in 3a - before the "Sunflowers" Total Football breakthrough - is Zava, and Zava wasn't Ted's idea. He wasn't even responsible for GETTING Zava, Rebecca was. And he has absolutely no control over what Zava does.

Ted's creativity led to Richmond almost winning the final match in s1, a huge achievement for where they started. The skilled team of coaches he brought together by pushing Roy and Nate leads to them getting promoted in s2. But in s3, Ted is no longer the driving force in the team's success.

Not, at least, until "Sunflowers" - the episode I think best highlights Ted's longing for home.

Towards the start of the episode, Ted says he wants to eat at an American restaurant, because he wants a taste of home, and Beard vetoes it. After, they go their separate ways for the night. And that divide there is honestly is what made me start thinking "oh, Ted is going to home to America, Beard is going to stay."

Ted spends the rest of the episode alone, seeking out things that remind him of home. The Van Gogh painting he's captivated by is "Sunflowers" (notably the episode's title) and when he talks about it, the very first thing he says is, "Where I'm from, Kansas, this here is our state flower."

The reason Ted is staring at the painting, the reason he is so moved by it, is because it reminds him of home. (We see the sunflower thread come up in "Mom City" too, when we find out that sunflower bread is Ted's favorite.)

Afterwards, he goes to the American restaurant, and it is only HERE, surrounded by things that remind him of home, watching a game that reminds him of his father, that he FINALLY finds his creativity and his inspiration again and thinks of Total Football, the very first idea Ted comes up with in s3 that has any real affect on the team.

(Also, there's the moment with the BBQ sauce - of all the ones the waitress could have brought, she brings the brand that Ted said gives him a taste of home all the way back in s1.)

I've seen a lot of people argue that Ted only decided to go home in "Mom City" because Dottie guilt tripped him, but I think that idea has been in the back of Ted's mind since "Sunflowers", but two big things were holding him back: wanting to finish out the season and try to win it, AND the genuine fear he feels about going back and addressing his relationship with his son.

By the time we get to the finale, both of those things have been addressed.

The season is almost over and Ted finally admitted - to his mother and himself - what he was still scared of with Henry. What happens with Dottie in "Mom City" doesn't make Ted decide to go home out of nowhere - it lets him get over that last big hump of how his issues with his father were affecting his relationship with his son. He admits that yes, he's scared to get close to Henry. Because Henry is going to leave one day. But that's just what parenthood is - Henry IS going to leave Ted eventually, one way or another. But that fear of people leaving, of things ending, (of, in Ted's mind in some ways, him quitting) can't drive his actions.

Like Ted says all the way back in 2x01, that is in many ways one of the theses of the show: "It's funny the things that come into your life that can make you cry just knowing they existed, can then become the same thing that make you cry, knowing they're now gone. I think those things come into our lives to help us get from one place to a better one."

Ted went to England in the first place because he was running. He left because he was giving Michelle space because of the issues in their marriage. And he stayed away because some part of him was scared to go back and be a father. And being in England let Ted work through so much.

He tells Rebecca in s1, "This job you gave me saved my life. It gave me the space to see what was really happening." But that isn't limited to the issues with Michelle - it's every single issue Ted has, from his inability to express his feelings to his lingering anger and grief over his father to his abandonment issues.

I've seen people arguing that Ted goes back because he feels obligated to for his son, that it's a sacrifice for him, and it means he was still never able to articulate his negative emotions or what he wants, but I strongly disagree. I think that was addressed when Ted was FINALLY able to honestly tell Michell and later his mother how angry he was with them, how much they've hurt him, and how much he doesn't like certain things they're doing or have done to him.

Also, I find it very interesting that despite all the alternative ideas Rebecca gives him in the finale, Ted never says anything. It is noticeably one of the ONLY scenes in this show were Ted just sits there quietly. It's not that Ted doesn't want to tell Rebecca how he really feels, because they have the kind of friendship that lets them be honest with each other, it's that both Rebecca and Ted know he's made up his mind and is at peace with his decision - he doesn't need to say anything.

To me, it's not enough that Henry comes to England, Ted wants to go home. The decision is as much for him as it is for his son. He's no longer needed at Richmond - he changed all of it for the better, but now Roy is able to step up where needed without prodding, and the team is able to support each other, reach out to each other, and forgive each other without Ted meddling.

Ted came in and made Richmond better. But Richmond came into Ted's life and made him better too, and helped him go back home in such a better place than he was when he left.

As for Henry moving to England:

Part of it is that just because Henry likes England, I don't think it's realistic or necessarily the best decision for him to just uproot his life and Michelle's - it's weird how people argue Ted didn't do what was best for him, but never consider whether asking Henry and Michelle to move would be good for them. (Obviously we don't know; it's not addressed.)

The thing is - there's is no possible 100% Happy Ending that doesn't involve someone saying goodbye to someone.

If Ted stays, his son has to feel abandoned by his father the way Ted did and that cycle continues. If Henry goes to England, then what happens with Michelle? Does she go? Doesn't she have friends and family in America? Does Henry just say goodbye to his mom instead? And if Ted leaves, then yeah, he says goodbye to Richmond.

But that's life. Life pulls people in different directions and when seasons end, you say goodbye to places and people that you LOVE.

It IS sad. It's an ending. It's a goodbye. But it in no way means that Ted isn't going to find a new community in America or that Ted has severed his relationships with the people of Richmond forever. You can move away from people and still keep in touch with them.

Also to me one of the reasons Ted saying goodbye is so thematically perfect, is that WE'RE saying goodbye to the show. The bittersweet feeling Ted and Richmond feel about him leaving is exactly how we feel about the show ending. And that's kind of perfect.

#thank you for asking!!! tried to keep this as short as possible lol #ted lasso #ted lasso meta #ted lasso spoilers #ask

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Moving along, let's see what other recorded secrets we can find in the House of Backstory.

Well, if my Makoto theory is correct, he might have been previously bonded to Shinigami. In which case, he may not have a high opinion of the new Shinigami host. Or he could be projecting his own experiences with Shinigami.

Hey, it's Zilch! What's up, buddy? Are you still a bad pupper? Or, no, I suppose you'd be a hungry pupper, right?

What, we don't want to say hi to our old buddy-pal Zilch? I want to see if he still has his pupper hat. It's hard to make out from this distance and I never did get to scritch his ears.

HINT HINT. Yuma learned his lesson from his first altercation with a "zombie" and wasn't about to take the bait, so Makoto had to nudge him.

He DOES. He does have the pupper hat. Hey, buddy. How's it going? Murdered anyone interesting lately? 'Cause I have. I killed my boss earlier today, in fact! It was heartbreaking.

That checks out. So it wasn't just Master Detectives. Anyone trying to enter Homunculus City had to be put down. That was Fake Zilch's job. He was pretty good at it too.

Interesting but not surprising that Yomi specifically was his client. That makes sense. The WDO made arrangements with Amaterasu to bring Detectives in, but Yomi wanted to keep them out. Bet you Makoto was the one who signed off on bringing us here to begin with.

Which would then make sense. Makoto's repeatedly said he has a lot of faith in detectives and believes they're the key to "saving" this city. That. Would follow. As something he believes in, if he previously worked for WDO to begin with.

...

YES. Yes, I am. Let's talk company secrets.

So help me, Yuma, do not correct him.

Goddammit Yuma, your overwhelming honesty and integrity makes me want to throw you down a flight of stairs sometimes!

At least he's too delirious to listen. That's good. Let's see if we can get him talking about things we don't know.

Wow, that lines up with when Huesca began doing corporate espionage. Yomi stepped into his office, took a big whiff, and went, "Mm, smells like corruption dough ready to be baked. And I am a hungry boy!"

Be funny if they sold homunculus secrets to WDO, allowing Makoto to get ahead and then come back and take over Amaterasu. Whole-ass self-made karmic comeuppance for Yomi.

Aww, this guy was one of Yomi's besties until we out-of-nowhere wrenched his soul from his body and fed it to a howling abyss. I hope he and Yomi were having a nice debriefing lunch when he suddenly dropped dead for no explicable reason.

Huh. That's. Fascinating, actually. So he wasn't selling corporate secrets for profit; He was. Like. Doing espionage mercantilism. Info-sharing between companies to build a stronger information base from which to carry out Amaterasu's research.

But still a fucking fascist, just in case anyone starts getting ideas about Yomi being the better alternative to Makoto.

Oh, he's an attack pupper. Suddenly, the dog imagery makes a lot of sense. He's Yomi's hound.

So he was directly involved. Makoto was confident he wouldn't tell us shit when he was setting us up to talk to the crotchety old bastard.

There it is. The three-year point, when Makoto and Forever Rain came to the city.

They'd been doing homunculus research for seven years at that point, but their big new homunculus research project for the ongoing homunculus endeavor was Project: Homunculus? The hell were they calling it before? Project: Immortal Abomination? Project Alchemic Puppetry? Project Fuck Happened To Your Eyes?

Yomi holds that same belief. These two hate Makoto for what he's done to their city and company. Making me buy in more and more into my "Everyone in Kanai Ward is homunculi" theory. I think Makoto did that on purpose because he sees it as some brilliant new wave in human evolution or some shit. Yomi resented him for it.

I said before that Makoto's talking a lot about what he's against but only offers platitudes for what he's for. "Making and maintaining homunculi" is probably what he's for.

Was that when everyone became homunculi? Maybe the entire city was killed in the toxic gas leak from the mine, and Makoto then had homunculi made to replace them? Or something?

Must be easy to seize control of a corporation after everyone dies and gets remade by you. Makoto's sudden takeover seemed sketchy, but now it seems even moreso. The Blank Week is probably a week of time that the entire city collectively blipped out on, because that was the period of time during which the originals were dead and the homunculi were in production.

Having no way to know what happened, they'd have little recourse but to eventually write it off as a collective WTF.

...well, that's a curve ball. So. Maybe Makoto was anti-homunculi from the start after all? Or he already made his masterpiece and didn't want Amaterasu's trash science to intervene. Or something. I don't know. I wasn't prepared for this.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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sparrowsage · 1 year

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Give me a fic with the following theme: broken boned

This got me really excited!

This takes place right after Sparrow escapes from the Warehouse. TW: implied minor character death (years ago), broken bones (not graphic), cursing, slightly implied noncon, implied noncon threats(I believe anyways) If I missed any warnings, let me know and I'll add them!

Damon ran his hands through his hair as he paced in front of Logan’s bed in the medical ward in the facility, letting out a frustrated sigh. He had only returned from his trip away hours ago only to find Logan unconscious at the bottom of a staircase and Sparrow nowhere to be found. After finding Logan, Damon had searched everywhere in the facility for his pet, hoping, praying he was still in the facility, but no one had seen him after they saw Logan retrieve his pet from his office.

This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t! None of the pets had ever escaped the Warehouse, what was he supposed to do? Jameson was going to flip once he found out, and Damon wasn’t excited to be on the other end of that rage. The Keeper had debated sending out a search party, but he didn’t know how long Logan had been out and the facility was in the middle of nowhere, the nearest city or town at least half an hour away by car. They wouldn’t be able to find Sparrow without raising suspicion.

Damon glanced over to Logan’s bed when the other made a groan of pain, disrupting Damon from his thoughts. He had to bring Logan here, it was mandatory, but the Keeper hadn’t set up any sort of pain meds or much relief. The only relief the younger Keeper got was his leg up in some sort of sling, keeping pressure off the obvious break. The doctor on site would be in the following morning to assess the damage and make up a plan.

“Look who finally decided to wake up,” Damon growled, moving so he was standing at the end of the bed. Logan didn’t open his eyes for another few moments, but Damon could see him tense slightly as he heard his voice. When Logan did open his eyes, he tried to relax his face in that of a greeting.

“D-Damon, you’re back,” he stumbled, trying to shift to sit up, but he let out a hiss of pain as the motion tugged at his leg. “What’s going on, why am I in here?”

Damon scoffed at the question, shaking his head slightly. “You’re in here because it’s mandatory to have any staff member looked at if they sustain an injury on site. If it were up to me, you’d be strung up in a showing room in the most painful way imaginable for all eyes to see.”

The remark caught Logan’s attention quickly, his face going pale. He attempted to speak, but Damon cut him off before any noise could leave his mouth, his voice dripping with venom, “How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from what’s mine? To not touch those that I’m training?”

Logan’s fearful expression turned to that of slight frustration, “He isn’t yours, you don’t own him, and you let other Keepers in on him all the time! I was simply trying to see how much he had learned while being with you.”

Damon raised an eyebrow, letting out another scoff, his hands gripping the end of the bed hard enough his knuckles were white. “I only let others in if it’s a special event or if it’s for a training exercise and I don’t need you fucking up his training process again! He probably wouldn’t have ended up with me if you hadn’t killed the only thing making him comply, but he’s actually making progress with how I’m teaching him. Making him comply out of fear will only build up resistance that will surface once the threat is gone. He isn’t yours to train anymore, Logan, and hasn’t been for quite some time.”

Logan could only stare at Damon for a few moments, not knowing what to say. His hands clenched into fists at his side as he continued to stare down Damon, who’s expression was only getting darker by the minute.

“This won’t go unpunished,” Damon said darkly, moving so he was standing beside the bed, right next to Logan’s broken leg. He moved his arm and grabbed hold of his knee, his grip tight as he leaned forward towards Logan’s face. The younger Keeper’s face twisted into pain and he let out a sharp cry as Damon’s grip only grew tighter.

“Jameson will know it was you who let him escape and if this place gets breached? You’ll be the one to blame. Be lucky you’re not in a collar, chained to the floor in my office, because if you were, I’d make your life an absolute living hell and then some.” With that, Damon let go, pushing Logan’s leg away from him before he walked towards the exit of the medical ward, leaving Logan fighting back tears as he tried to calm down the pain in his leg.

#The Warehouse #Sparrow Cresky #Damon Graves #Logan (no last name yet lol)#asks #drabble

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grollow · 1 year

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(*tries to think of the weirdest combination I can*)

Grimm meets Lurien (before he became a dreamer)

- arcane-map

Half the prompts that I received are genuinely just "I want to see you write Grimm interacting with my blorbo" and I guess I'm here for it because some of them are greatly entertaining to me. Like this one. I saw an opportunity to write comedy and I took it. (With a splice of existential angst, because it wouldn't be me if I didn't include that. It's like adding garlic -- it always improves the dish.) I am sorry, Lurien, you do not deserve to have this man inflicted upon you.

mad world || AO3 or, "Every time Ashe writes Grimm, he becomes more and more cat-like"

The startled noise that escaped the Watcher was one of great entertainment to him.

He was dreaming. Soon, that would be all that he would ever do again – but not yet. Every time he slept, though, he had nightmares of what was to come. Fear was a natural response when faced with the promise of the inevitable. It was not death. In many regards, it was a fate worse than: to be forever trapped with a duty unending.

Four of them would face that destiny. They walked into it knowingly. But to be afraid? That was normal, and dreams represented that fear.

How funny, then, that the Watcher dreamt of his spire. That he dreamt of painting forever. But if they went to the window, they would not see the City he loved so well. They would see endless expanses of nothingness. That was his real nightmare: that he would never be able to see it again. It was, unfortunately for him, going to come to pass.

But he made his choice.

He clearly did not expect his dreams to be interrupted, though.

But Grimm was bored. Certainly nightmares about being trapped were not entirely uncommon, but the Watcher’s genuinely consisted of just painting and pathologically avoiding the window, as if pretending he didn’t know what he was dreaming would somehow make it not actually real.

So he decided to intervene. Oh, the rule was: do not interfere in nightmares, they serve a purpose, let others live and learn from them. But it was his domain. He could do whatever he wished, and what he wished for was entertainment.

Seeing the Watcher practically jump out of his shell upon his appearance certainly fell under categorical ‘entertainment.’

“Who are –”

“Conversations should begin with a greeting, Watcher; I know you have better manners.”

“You just appear in my spire –”

“Your dream, actually. I am nowhere near your spire.”

The mask he wore hid Lurien’s expression, but he thought that it was probably confused. Amused, Grimm rested his head against his hand and sprawled out further on the countertop. There was a vase there that the Watcher was painting originally – he’d simply moved it to take its place. And by move it, he really meant pushed it backwards.

When he shifted, it fell and broke.

(It was fine; they were in a dream. The real world one wasn’t broken~)

“W-why are you – why – in my dream – she –”

“Wrong dream ruler. An easy mistake to make for the unacquainted, but I assure you that I am not the one that you fear. I am… a witness. A bystander. And you are of great fascination to me at the moment.”

Lurien looked around him, then said, “I was painting that vase.”

“I know. Now you can paint me instead.”

He turned his head and Grimm hummed at him.

“Did you really… break into my dream… to ask for a free portrait?”

“Oh, darling, it is hardly free,” he answered. “Did you think I have done nothing else? Ah, but you do not know me. Go. To your window that you dread.”

Lurien froze and stared at him. He motioned idly with one hand.

“Go. That is not a request. I can bring it to you, if you prefer, but mortals do so loathe when their dreams start twisting as clay before their eyes. Go, go. Tell me what you see.”

The Watcher hesitated, but then bravely walked over to the window that he was clearly terrified of. When he stopped, the gasp was audible and he brought his hands up to it.

“The City. I can – I can see –”

“I cannot change your fate, but I can give you the dream you so long to have for one of your last nights free,” Grimm continued. “So you see? Have I not paid for my painting?”

He slid off the counter and then went over to the window where Lurien was standing. He stopped at the side and looked out the glass panes next to the telescope. Falling rains danced like light across the glass, in spite of how dark it was outside. There were few details to admire, save for the rooftop architecture, and yet – yet –

“It’s beautiful, is it not?” Lurien asked, and his voice shook. “Our beautiful City.”

“Your sacrifice will help it stay that way longer,” he agreed, one claw coming up to brush over the glass idly. “You are afraid, though, of your fate.”

“... I am. I am a coward.” His head bowed.

Grimm hummed and then said, “Courage is not the absence of fear, friend. It is facing that fear and doing what needs to be done in spite of it. In this regard, are you not the epitome of bravery? To give all, for your king, for your kingdom, for the City that you love so?”

Lurien turned to look up at him, his mask guarding whatever expression he wore beneath it. He did not turn to face the smaller bug, but instead pressed his forehead to the glass to watch the rain fall.

“Why did you change it for me? For a painting that you can’t keep? It is a dream, after all.”

A valid point, he thought. Lurien stepped away before he could answer and he heard the sound of the easel’s legs scraping the floor as it moved.

“I am ever a slave to sentiment,” he answered.

And he would have plenty of his - and others’ - fear in the era to come. Why not grant him peace of mind while he could enjoy it?

“Do you have a name?” Lurien asked, moving his canvas to replace it with a blank one. “So that I know what to title the painting. Stay still.”

Really, by the window? He did not turn, but he did answer with, “You can call me whatever you like.”

It wouldn’t matter soon anyway. They would never see one another again.

#asks: answered #arcane-map #prompts #drabble #ashe writes #hollow knight ficlet

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adhdchilles · 8 months

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⟡ MISANTHROPY ⟡ CHAPTER 4 - MAGNOLIA

"Magnolia" ; Perseverance

Patroclus is attacked in the middle of the night and is saved by a familiar face.

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~3091 words || [fanfic masterpost here]

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ㅤㅤThe next weeks were of solitude and numbness. Briseis had to constantly remind me I haven't eaten breakfast, constantly ask me if I had drank any water at all, constantly tell me to stop working and get some rest. My sleep lasted less than half of what it should and every time I was haunted by either nightmares or happy memories - both of which made me despise ever waking up at all. The memories were a reminder of something I felt I had lost, and every morning I had to take a long time getting ready to simply exist.

ㅤㅤI was often visited, although by few. People asking me how I was and expressing their condolences. I appreciated their empathy, but it did little to help. Every time I was even suggested I should move on, no matter how friendly it was phrased, I wanted to snap at them. How could I ever keep on going, when he's gone and I couldn't even say goodbye?

ㅤㅤIn a way I was grieving. I've always told myself I'd be with him until the end, when his fate inevitably would arrive, and that I had no plans of staying in this land once it did. But I always expected that it'd be a grand event, that he'd die a hero, in the battlefield, in a memorable scene that would be told through generations.

ㅤㅤI never thought I'd lose him like this. So suddenly, so out of nowhere, so cruelly, like someone ripping off my heart from my chest, like someone violently taking a part of me away, taking my entire soul away. I was an empty husk for a man. Existing, but not living.

ㅤㅤI thought of the past, of our childhood, when we met, when he found me alone and took me to his classes so his father wouldn't get angry at me, how we'd play around the castle and when I kissed him at that beach, with my hands shaking from fear and my face burning from shame. I thought of our years with Chiron, how we took strolls through the forest, and played in that river, and how I watched his training sessions, and when we'd lay on the grass at night and look at the stars, and how we solidified our love, there, alone, isolated from the rest of the world and its cities of cruel, wretched men. I thought, then, of our time here. I watched him change from a sweet, ambitious little boy to a vicious, powerful warrior. I remembered how many times I had to clean the blood off his delicate face, that despite it all still made me stare mesmerized.

ㅤㅤMany times I thought he was becoming one of these men, a being without feelings, a monster rather than a person, but then we'd lay in our bed in our tent and he'd hug me and whisper in my ear, and let me play with his hair, and listen to my worries, and allow me to cry in his arms while murmuring words of comfort. How he'd sing and play the lyre for me, make up entire songs, entire serenades, dedicated to me only. The world was a dark place that tried to corrupt us at all costs, and the same way I was what kept his human side alive, he was what kept me from giving it all up. The same way the violence and the suffering was making me dread staying alive, our love was what made me keep going, until the very end, because this was our fate and we had promised we'd go through it all together. When you're stuck in a decade-long war you cannot leave and are doomed to die in, what can you really have if not one another? He had always been my everything, and now I had lost it all.

ㅤㅤI didn't know how I could keep going, I hated every breath I took while he wasn't here. It should've been me . Why couldn't it have been me? But no matter what, I couldn't bring myself to give up on my life. No, there was something that still kept me going, despite all the pain and the suffering.

ㅤㅤHope. Or perhaps denial. Something inside me still burned bright, and made me stare at the borders of our camp with narrowed eyes. Nothing made sense. He couldn't just be taken away and die as if he was nothing, could he? It didn't sound right. Nothing sounded right.

ㅤㅤAt some point I left camp and went to the beach. He and I had walked through those same sands on several occasions, holding hands as he told me stories of his toughest battles. I loved how his skin seemed to shine in the moonlight, I loved how his eyes would glitter like stars, I loved the atmosphere's silence except for our footsteps, the waves crashing on the shore, and his enthusiastic, sweet voice. I loved it all so much it made me forget everything else.

ㅤㅤThat time, though, I was alone, and the silence was even more intense than normal. "Thetis!" I called, staring at the sea. One half of me expected her to ignore me completely, for she would be grieving as well, and the other half expected her to arrive from the waters in absolute anger and kill me with her powers. Part of me wanted the latter to happen, in a way. Please, spare my soul and take me away too. Bring me to him and only him. Don't leave me behind.

ㅤㅤI was met with further silence. “Thetis! Answer me! ” I called again. No man would speak like this to a literal goddess - but I had reached a breaking point. I couldn’t care less. I wanted answers.

ㅤㅤFor a moment it was just me, yelling at the sea like I was mad. Then the air turned colder, and I turned around, already knowing of her presence. She was even more sinister than normal now, staring at me with a pale face and empty eyes, like a walking corpse. I expected her to snap her fingers and for me to be dragged into the ocean at any moment, but she did nothing but stand there, quietly watching me.

ㅤㅤI was frozen, struggling to find words. How could I begin? Where is he? Is he dead? Bring him to me! I want to see him! He’s not dead until I see his corpse with my own eyes! I wanted to scream, but had no voice to do so. I wanted to ask so many questions, too many. But all the words I found were, “Was it all fake?”

ㅤㅤHer obsidian eyes stared into my soul. ‘ I don’t know.’

ㅤㅤThis was the most horrifying answer I could’ve ever gotten. My blood turned cold.

ㅤㅤ“You don’t know?” I echoed, paralyzed. “You’re a goddess , you- You were given the prophecy first . You’re his mother . And you don’t know ?”

ㅤㅤAlthough she always acted and presented herself in a way that made her seem emotionless, I noticed her lip twitch, and I realized how uneasy she was. She remained silent.

ㅤㅤI stood there, motionless, trying to process what I just heard. “Is he dead?” Was all I could ask, at last.

ㅤㅤShe suddenly closed her eyes shut. ‘ Yes. No. I don’t know.’

ㅤㅤThen, with a sudden gust of wind, she disappeared right in front of me.

ㅤㅤHe is dead. He is not dead. She doesn’t know.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ* * *

ㅤㅤI was completely sick. My heart was racing all day, my tension got so high Briseis had to give me plants to calm me down.

ㅤㅤShe left me lying on my bed, alone with my thoughts in the dark. Thetis seemed frightened, now that I thought about it. What could possibly frighten a goddess? I wanted to speak to her again, to question her further, to cry all my emotions out until she gave me answers - but she didn’t even have them.

ㅤㅤI looked at the walls, as night settled outside. This situation wasn’t just beyond humans’ understanding - it was beyond a goddess’ as well.

ㅤㅤSomething much more macabre happened here.

ㅤㅤMy thoughts were screams of the same worry I had carried on for weeks but that now became louder than ever before: He’s in danger. He’s in deep danger.

ㅤㅤWithout even realizing I was already on my feet and leaving my tent, so stuck inside my fear and panic I only realized too late I was already making my way out of camp. How I wasn’t seen, I wasn’t certain. I wasn’t paying attention to anything at all. All I could hear was my heart screaming at me. He needs help!

ㅤㅤI followed the same trail we had followed the day he disappeared, the trail with the blood splatter on the grass, the trail where I yowled his name countless times to receive no answer. But while that day the forest was bathed in an afternoon’s sunlight, now it was embraced by deep darkness, barely illuminated at all by the stars above. I wasn’t afraid, but at the same time I was - I knew how dangerous forests were, but that wasn’t the only reason for the fear. Part of me feared finding whatever creature took Achilles from me, to some fate not even the gods knew. But even as I was scared I kept going, screaming his name like a complete lunatic desperate to see if miraculously he’d appear for me, like how Orpheus had to scream for Eurydice because he could not look at her, otherwise she’d be lost forever.

ㅤㅤAfter not a very long time, I found myself lost, and even then it wasn’t enough to stop me. I kept yelling and yelling his name but I was met with no more than the forest’s sinister silence and the calls of crows in the distance, that gradually increased in quantity, like a carol singing in sight of my madness. I accidentally scratched my cheek on a thorn and when I raised my hand to clean the blood I realized my face was wet with tears. He’s not here. I finally decided, completely defeated and with my throat sore from screaming. There’s no use.

ㅤㅤA rustling in the bushes behind me. I turned around in surprise, expecting to see an animal - but what I saw and heard was a spear piercing my shoulder. I dropped to my knees with a weakened scream. Trojans. How stupid I was, for leaving alone like this. All I brought other than my remedies was a short knife, and as I saw the three men approaching, a part of me really wanted to stay completely still and let them end my life. But the other part was louder, and I helplessly tried to defend myself from them, blindly stabbing and slashing even though I knew they were armored and it would serve nothing. I was stabbed again. I think I was screaming. I couldn’t tell - My vision was getting blurry and dark, and I could feel my life slipping away. I slowly closed my eyes, awaiting for the inevitable.

ㅤㅤBut before I did, behind the men, I then noticed unnaturally fast movement in the bracken just as I collapsed to the ground. I stared, eyes half-closed, as the men screamed in surprise and turned around - something had attacked them, probably some sort of animal, and so I stood there, bleeding on the grass, waiting for it to be my turn. My vision completely darkened, and the last thing I heard were the sounds of the men’s spears shattering and falling into the floor and their screams turning terrifyingly silent before I became unconscious.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ* * *

ㅤㅤI didn’t die, as you can tell.

ㅤㅤI was in an unknown place for a while. I couldn’t tell how long at first. It looked like an abandoned house. Sometimes, I suddenly found myself half-awake, but still too weak to properly see, hear or speak. All I could feel was the weight of someone bending over me and covering my shoulder in bandages and using herbs that burned and stung inside my wounds. The hands that cured me were completely cold as if they carried no life, and yet they did.

ㅤㅤSome days passed and I finally woke up for certain. I felt dizzy, horribly sick, but definitely not dying - but I completely froze when the front door opened and a figure was looking at me from the other side. A figure I could never not recognize.

ㅤㅤThere he was.

ㅤㅤI was too shocked to even speak, and he seemed surprised too. I felt an immediate urge to cry again. There he was.

ㅤㅤHe looked almost the same as the last time I saw him and just as beautiful. His hair fell down his shoulders like golden waterfalls, and that and his skin perfectly contrasted the jet black robes he wore, tied on both his shoulders and around the waist, exposing his neck and a part of his chest. He wasn’t injured, he wasn’t bloody, he wasn’t scared, he wasn’t dead - none of the things I feared I’d see if I did find him. He was completely alright. He smiled, though a bit timidly, and approached me, checking on the state of my shoulder wound. He still smelled like the beach’s breeze.

ㅤㅤHis touch was unnaturally cold and as I stared at his hands and his face, I realized he was much more pale than before. I felt a tinge of worry.

ㅤㅤ“Achilles- It’s… It’s you.” I began, my voice extremely shaky and heavy from emotion as I started to flood him with questions. “I… Where have you been? What happened? Why did you disappear like that? Did someone hurt you? Did-”

ㅤㅤHe gestured for me to stop, and I did, because I realized how uneasy and worried he seemed. Part of his gaze also carried guilt. “It’s me, I’m…” He whispered. “I’m fine. I’m sorry.”

ㅤㅤHe then bent over me and rested his head on my uninjured shoulder. The feeling of his closeness had a calming effect on me. “I’m so sorry. I know how worried you must’ve felt.” He sounded completely defeated, exhausted, and I felt a pain in my heart. I gently caressed his hair, which still felt soft between my fingers. “I didn’t want to be gone for so long, I… I didn’t want any of this to happen.”

ㅤㅤI pressed him closer to me in a warm hug. “What do you mean? What exactly happened? Tell me, please.”

ㅤㅤHe didn’t reply, and I strangely realized I couldn’t hear nor feel him breathing. I released him and before moving away, he gently touched my face, looking closely at my eyes. I noticed his eyes were a much more vibrant tone of green now, and more weirdly yet I noticed his pupils were slit and cat-like. Before I could say anything, he gave me a kiss. A long, slow kiss, and I forgot everything I wanted to say. I had been starved from his presence, his closeness, his touch for so long that the very moment our lips touched I felt completely paralyzed, closing my eyes and just feeling . It was like someone just lit a fire inside me.

ㅤㅤBut then just as quickly as he approached, we separated, and it was like someone abruptly set off that fire, and I desperately wanted it back. He took a step away. “Listen,” he said, and I realized he was nervous. His voice was just as heavy as mine, and his pupils had dilated as if the kiss had affected him as well. “I’m going to bring you back, to the end of the forest, and then you’ll go back to camp. Please don’t tell anyone you saw me. Anyone.”

ㅤㅤ“ What?” I asked, feeling dizzy again. “But- They think you’re dead. I thought you were dead! We need to go back and tell them- ”

ㅤㅤ“No.” He interrupted, and his eyes urged me. “I’m- I’m so, so, so sorry. But I can’t go back.” He then looked away, at his own hands. “I just can’t .”

ㅤㅤI was so shocked I couldn’t find the words to reply. My hands were shaking when he took them and guided me out of the house in silence.

ㅤㅤIt was night out, and we quietly made our way through the forest, my senses telling me we wouldn’t meet trojans this time, yet I glanced nervously at the trees anyway. Nothing seemed safe anymore. I was trying to process the whole situation, every time glancing at Achilles wanting to ask him questions, but then realizing how sad and distant his expression was. My heart ached. What’s wrong with him?

ㅤㅤAfter a long and slow walk from the strange house back to the beginning of the path back to camp, he stopped walking, but still held my hands, turning around to face me.

ㅤㅤ“I know you’re confused, and sad, and I genuinely hate having to do this, from the bottom of my heart.” His eyes were full of guilt, and I wanted to hug and comfort him, yet something told me I shouldn’t, not now. “But please… Forget me. Forget I exist.”

ㅤㅤ“What?” I almost yelled, pulling him closer to me, afraid he’d try to move away. “How could I? I’ve been looking for you for so long, while everyone was trying to convince me you were dead - and now that I finally found you, you want me to leave?”

ㅤㅤHe was tense and avoiding my gaze. “You don’t understand… I’m too dangerous. I-I can’t go back there, or anywhere, for that matter. Never.”

ㅤㅤI blinked. Dangerous? “But…” I cried. “But can’t you at least come back to me? We could… I-I don’t know, meet here in the woods, or the beach, or anywhere!”

ㅤㅤHe hesitated, and I realized he seemed to genuinely consider it. I held his chin, forcing him to look at me. “I could never forget you, especially not now knowing you’re alive . You’re the love of my life . You can’t leave me here. Please .”

ㅤㅤHe closed his eyes, letting go of my hands, and taking a few steps back. “I’m not alive…” He whispered, his voice tired, and I frowned in confusion. “Just go back home, please.”

ㅤㅤHe turned around and quickly walked back to the forest, and I chased after him, but as soon as I entered that place, he was gone, as if he disappeared into the shadows. I was alone.

ㅤㅤI felt my heart shatter into pieces, and slowly made my way out and trailed back into the camp.

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15 || Lucky You Found Us

Series: Trust | Maze Runner (Thomas x OFC)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

As Thomas gets ready to press the button a truck horn causes everyone to look at it drive through hitting a helicopter. It sends debris flying through the air so everyone falls to the ground to avoid getting hit. Everyone takes the time to start running, "Freeze!" A soldier points their guns at the groups. Thomas thinks quick tossing the bomb at them so they can run away.

"Thomas!" Elizabeth yells as Minho holds her hand running away.

"He'll be fine." He reminds her as they run, they let go of her hand to pick up a gun on the ground. "Get outta here! Go! Go!" Minho tells them all and of course Elizabeth tries to stay with him.

"Minho, let's go!" Thomas runs past him grabbing Elizabeth with him.

"Minho! Come on!" Elizabeth yells as they all get behind a crate.

Minho gets stunned, making the group panic. "Minho!" Elizabeth slips out of Thomas' grip running to help him.

"Elizabeth no!" They yell at her as she picks up a smaller gun, shooting only to get stunned too.

"Minho! Elizabeth!" Thomas runs to help them but Jorge stops him.

As Elizabeth is dragged away like Minho, all she hears through the gun shots is Thomas yelling for her and Minho. The group stands back watching the craft take off with everyone on it.

When the sun came up the next day everyone looked at the mess around them and the good supplies. "What do we do now?" Fry asks, looking out.

"Well, we pick up what's left of us. We stick to the plan. We get you kids to the safe haven. Then we start over, I guess." Vince stands up.

Thomas shakes his head standing up with his bag, "I'm not going with you." He tells Vince.

"What?" He asks, confused.

"I made a promise to Minho, I wouldn't leave him behind. I made a promise to Elizabeth, she'll be okay and I won't let anything happen to her. I have to go after them." Thomas tells him.

"Hey, kid, look around you. Alright? Wicked just kicked our ass. You think about where you're headed." Vince tells him.

"I'm not asking anyone to come with me. But I expected you would understand a little. Especially about Mary's daughter." Thomas tells everyone.

"Thomas, listen to me. I've known Minho and Elizabeth for... Well, as long as I can remember. So, if there was any way that we could help them... trust me, I would be up there standing next to you. I love Ellie to death but... This, what you're talking about... is impossible." Newt tries to get Thomas to understand.

"More like suicide." Jorge walks up to them.

"Maybe. But I know what I'm supposed to do now. It's not just about Minho and Elizabeth. It's about all of us. It's about everyone Wicked's and ever taken, everyone they will take. They'll never stop. They'll never stop, so I'm gonna stop them. I'm gonna kill Ava Paige." Thomas tells them his reason and they get it and agree.

"Well, that's a good speech, kid. So, what's your plan?" Vince asks so everyone looks at Thomas.

For months Wicked had us on the move and kept talking about a city that we were supposedly heading to. Wicked put me nowhere near Minho because Janson said so. Speaking of that asshole, he took any opportunity he got to hit me. He loved to bring up killing my mother and Thomas failing to get Minho and I. He knew exactly how to get me a raise out of me so I could get punished.

On the train I start to hear shooting outside making me wonder if they finally found us. "Aris, Sonya." I say making them look back at me.

"It's gotta be right?" She starts to smile before we get jerked coming to a stop.

"Minho! Elizabeth!" I hear Thomas yelling banging on cars.

"THOMAS!" I scream as everyone starts shouting, shaking their chains. I didn't know how Thomas was to get both of us because we were in different cars.

I hear them working on the car while Wicked shoots at them. Suddenly we feel the car getting lifted up and I cry for two reasons. All of us got saved but WICKED still has Minho. Finally when we get to wherever they were taking us and get the door open Thomas walks in.

"Aris." Thomas rushes over to them. "You guys okay?" He asks them.

"Yeah, we're fine." She tells him.

"Thomas..." I say his name making him rush back to me.

"It's okay. I got you no." Thomas bends down hugging me.

"Minho, he's not in this car. They still have him. Wicked hasn't let us be near each other for six months." I cry to him and he holds my head.

"It's okay. You guys are safe." He tells the whole car while Newt hugs me while someone gets the bolt cutters to get us out.

As soon as they walk me out Vince sees me rushing over to me, "What happened to your face?" He cups my face.

"Janson and some other guys. I'm a fighter." I laugh making him hug me tightly.

"I'm just glad we finally have you back." He rocks me side to side. "I gotta get ready for the speech. Let the others know you're okay." He leaves me.

"I'm gonna go get Fry." Newt rushes off leaving me with Thomas.

I turn to Thomas and he wraps his arms around me, "Six months." He says in my hair as I hold him tight.

"You kept your promise." I look up at him smiling through the tears.

He looks down at me cupping my face, leaning down kissing me. I wrap my arms at his neck pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Thomas, we have to get Minho back. I can't leave him with them." I cry, making him kiss my forehead.

"I know. I'm not giving up." He says walking is to listen to Vince's speech.

"I know you've all been through hell. I wish I could say our troubles are over. But we're not through this yet. WICKED's still out there. They're not giving up. Cause you got something they want. They took you because you're immune to a plague that's wiping out the human race. And they think you're worth sacrificing to find a cure. Well, I don't. So I'm two days... when we get this tub of a rust seaworthy... we're getting the hell outta here. We're gonna go to a place where WICKED will never find you. A place you can start over. A place you can call home."

Thomas takes my hand leading us away, "Let's get you some new clothes and clean your cuts."

We pass Breana and Jorge, making me let go of Thomas to rush over to them. "It's good to see you again." Jorge gives me a hug.

"A fighter I see." Brenda laughs seeing my face.

"Duh. You're looking good. How are you feeling?" I hug her.

"Good. You should go clean up." She shoves me towards Thomas so I leave with him.

"Has she been perfectly fine for the past six months?" I ask Thomas.

"She's been Brenda. Worried about you a lot." He says as we join Newt and Fry.

"That's nice to hear. I've liked her since we met her." I laugh as Fry runs picking me up so I hug him back.

"You like everyone." Thomas says as Fey puts me down.

"Not Teresa. Never did because I felt different around her." I explain making him chuckle as Brenda joins us.

"What's funny?" She asks us.

"I said Lizzie likes everyone because she said she's liked you since we first met but she said she never liked Teresa." Thomas explains to her starting to clean my cut.

"I never did either." Brenda gives me a high five. "And I've liked you since we met too. You saying Minho was struck by lightning let me know you're a good one." She says as some of us go to Aris, Harriet, and Sonya.

"Took you guys long enough to rescue us." Aris tells Thomas so we join them.

"So what happened?" Thomas asks the three of us.

"You're lucky you found us at all. They had us on the move a lot. It felt like something big was happening." Sonya lets them know.

"Any idea where they were heading?" Newt asks.

"They kept talking about a city." I tell them.

"I didn't think there were any cities left." Harriet looks at me.

"That's because there aren't. Not still standing anyway." Brenda speaks up.

"Apparently there is one left because that's where we had to be heading. That's where they're taking the rest of us... taking Minho." I tear up.

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