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#just making up for lost time I guess. healing starts with crying and screaming and being sad and being mad

w1nters0ldier20 · 2 months

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I’ll give up everything just to find you.

Stucky fic🤍

A/N : this is my first fic so if its bad im srry😭

Warnings — angst, happy ending, language, a slur(I CAN SAY),

Steve was panicking, shaking and every scared action you could possibly imagine. Bucky, his bucky had just got shot and taken by HYDRA. Steve had screamed “NO!” As he was forcefully taken back to the hellhole he had just escaped. But steve didn’t give up he started to chase the car down, but it was too late and too fast. He fell to his knees and sobbed.

Natasha walked over”steve..” steve shushed her”i don’t wanna hear it” he said in choked out sobs, “we’ll find him steve, come on back to the jet and lets get you healed.” Natasha replied and steve wobbled back to the jet crying into Natasha. “it’s my fault”he says in muffled sobs. “No, no steve it isn’t, its gonna be ok we’re going to find him” she says emphasizing the word going.

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Bucky’s POV:

He woke up in a panic, breathing heavily as he slowly came back to reality realizing where he was. His mind overwhelmed with thoughts “nonono please no” “is steve ok?” “Is everybody captured” “fuck not again please..” he cried silently as these thoughts rushed over him. “If it isn’t the winter soldier.. back to reclaim your place?” The HYDRA agent spat. “First of all, im not the winter soldier anymore. I’ve changed, moved on, and hell i even found a fucking boyfriend. Secondly you forced me to be here you asshole.” Bucky spat back as the HYDRA agent smirked

“Still feisty aren’t ya?good you need a little fire to ignite the soldier”the agent chuckled as Bucky was paralyzed in fear. “Oh steve.. please please find me”

Steves POV:

Nonstop work. “Gotta find him, gotta find my buck”his mind screamed as he tried to find every HYRDA location. 2 days, 2 fucking days since Bucky was shot and captured and it had been all his fault. He was in sobs and practically murdered with guilt. Tony walks in to see him sobbing trying to find clues to as where Bucky went. “Hey cap.. it’s 4am, get some rest i’ll continue for now until you wake up.”tony says sadly”you’ve been at this nonstop let me help.”he trys to smile. “Thanks tony, but you really dont have too, i got this.” He says, his voice husky and barely there since the screaming and crying. Even so he fakes a smile.“Fine, if you don’t want to leave me to it lemme help cap.”tony sits down and starts to help pinpoint locations”

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Buckys POV:

“Ready to comply?” The HYDRA agent says with a clenched jaw. “Nope.” Bucky chuckles emphasizing the p. The agent punches him again, “say no again see what happens faggot.” He scoffs at Bucky as bucky spits out blood.

The agent leaves the room and Bucky’s mine rushes over thoughts of steve and their last conversation.

“Lost your game buck?” Steve laughs playfully at him.”you wish Stevie” as buck throws a snowball at steve but misses again.”oh you have.”steve throws a snowball and hits Bucky in the chest.” Oh im so getting you back for that doll”he smirks

He would do anything to go back to that right now.

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Steves POV:

“Oh my god tony, we did it” he sobs, “thank you. Thank you so much” he cries happily”im going now, i cant wait till morning.” He sniffles as tony snaps back”woah slow your roll you need to sleep first and eat AND get ahold of yourself before you go sweetheart” he looks at steve concerned, “ill eat and drink but im not sleeping till i see my Bucky again.” So tony takes that and makes him waffles and gives him water.”here we come Bucky..” his mind races with happy thoughts of getting him back

“So when can we go?” Steve says as he finishes his meal, all the avengers awake and ready to go get Bucky away from those stupid HYDRA agents. “Now i guess, right guys?” Natasha says trying to boost the mood. “Alright lets go”clint says smiling softly

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Buckys POV:

“Your fuckin dead, you hear me? dead.” As he slaps bucky another time. His face is full of bruces and cuts. 10 minutes ago, atleast he thought it was ten minutes ago, Bucky spit 3 times on the hydra agent and now he’s taking his anger out on him, he swears hes gonna pass out or die or anything. “Steve..” he says before passing out.

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Steves POV:

They are trying to sneak around the agents of HYDRA, “goddamn they have this place well guarded.. gotta hand it to the bastards” tony states,”shame we have to kick they’re ass!” Steve says before running out dodging bullets left and right beating them up fiercely with his fists, feet & his sheild

“Well fuck.” Natasha curses before running out to help him, “always running on impulse” she mutters under her breath laughing. “Im going in.” Steve states on the comms

“Bucky, oh Bucky where are you..” he whispered as hydra agents bombarded him with bullets(of course his shield blocked them). Steve starts to beat them off one by one, asking “wheres bucky?” To all of them, which none answered as they just replied”hail HYDRA”as they died

He runs until he sees a cell, and he sees.. bucky. Bloody, bruised and hopefully asleep or passed out. Steve runs inside breaking down the cell, that wakes bucky up.” Please sir no more..” he wakes up realizing its steve, “oh my god doll” he says as a tears slide down his face”i got you buck im here baby, can you walk?” Steve says as he breaks the refinements off him. “I think..” bucky wobbles but eventually starts to walk with steve, “need a gun?”steve chuckles as Bucky nods. Steve hands him a gun as they start beating the shit out of agents.

“Fuckkk yea! Revenge bitches!” Bucky screams as he shoots them. “Lets get out of here buck.” As they start to run to the jet. “We’re in the jet, make your way back” steve says to the comms.

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Bucky’s POV:

“I missed you Stevie..” he purrs in Steve’s ear and kisses him, steve kisses him back and giggles, “how did you.. prevent the winter soldier thing you know?” He asks, “oh its not in “programming” anymore i guess” Bucky replies, “no more questions though just shut up and kiss me before they get back” he smiles and kisses him and it turns into a make out session “fuck Bucky..”steve whimpers, as if the worst timing the rest of the avengers start to come into the jet. “Get a room you animals, it hasn’t even been 5 minutes and you to are getting down dirty in the jet” tony remarks scoffing, “yea whatever grandpa” bucky snorts and kisses steve one more time, “oh yea, back of the jet now we need to clean these up” as he eyes the bruises on his face.“Finee” bucky sighs and walks to the back of the jet,

Oh how happy he was to be home.

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A/n : AHHH I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A GOOD LENGTHED FIC?? For a first timee pls lmk if you like it!! :3 the title was based off an evanescene song!! Love her songs sm❤️also pls lmk how to see a word count😭 i cannot find it

#steve rogers #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #captain america #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #marvel #stucky #steve rogers fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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fangirlforeversthings · 19 hours

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So this is what i think happened at force ghost heaven after they all died.

*Narrator voice*

Somewhere in force ghost heaven after his death a tired obi wan kenobi sat down and prepared a cup of tea, ready to drink it and enjoy his finally well deserved peace and rest for all eternity to come as suddenly an ear pinching, to him oh so well known, voice disrupted the harmonious silence and before he turned his head he already knew who it was and started silently praying: "oh my force no please, please no." But it was too late: "Oooh maaaasteeeer. Guess who felt so sorry that they let him iiiiin." And before he knew a pair of familiar arms one of them metal hugged him tightly, squishing him. Obi wan twists his face in an annoyed, desperate grimace a familiar headache crawling up his head. "oh force no."

"Obi wan i missed you sooo much and also i an so sorry for what happened i know this makes it not better but: my bad. Yoou, are not angry anymore? R..Right? *traumatisedly remembering the pain after his master beat him up twice after losing his pantience* I mean i love you so i wanted to tell you that back on mustafar that i love you and you are my brother aswell *dramatic sobs*. And i am back now. And i have to tell you soo many stuff soo many years of storys and adventures i have to tell you, and Luke and leia by the way you met them, knew them, tell me about them luke is as strong as his father isnt he? *muffled sobs* AND HOW IN THE WORLD YOU LET MY DAUGHTER HOOK UP WITH A SMUGGLER? also dang how did you got so old like what happened to you you old hermit fart? hahaha and....." and he kept on talking and talking and talking without a point or taking a breath once. Having missed his beloved master so dearly. Cause the moment obi wan was gone he stood there, not having a purpose anymore. shure he wanted to defeat him but he had never actually really thought he would get that far and now that he was gone he was lonely and lost. "Naur. iF OBi waN iS nOt hEre I dOn't LIkE iT. Bye b*tches i'm out. Imma follow him🥰 maybe if i say that i am very very sorry they'll let me in👉🏻👈🏻"

meanwhile obi wan asked himself what he ever did to deserve this. He didn't knew if he should be happy and cry because his beloved brother and best friend was finally back with him as back then in their best days, as if nothing had happened. Or if he should cry cause he was back with him. FoR aLl EteRnItY TO ComE. He ultimately decided to cry.

In the meanwhile a well known, now metal, hand grips the hilt of his purple lightsaber tightly, trying to calm his rage down and stares with a dead expression in his infamous glare with two words on his mind: "skywalker" and "motherf*cker".

Yoda: "oh heck. No, rid off you we thought we got. Mace: " it was MY FREAKING HAND. if you had more patience M*THERFUCKER WE SOME DAY WOULD HAVE GRANTED YOU YOUR STUPID ASS RANK. Like i can't believ you murdered us all just because you had a bad dream and didn't got a rank. Yoda Was about to teach you force healing:"ThE POwEr tO SavE HeR" IF YOU PSYCHOTIC ASS M*THERFUCKING M*THERFUCKER JUST WOULD HAVE HAD A LITTLE MORE PATIENCE. And mental stability." Yoda Petting his leg trying to calm him. Anakin, hiding behind obi wan who is yet done again: "really? Oh. My bad then i guess heh sorry." Mace: " *eye twitching aggressively, heavy breathing* Aaaaaaaah........*distant long scream*"

But obi wan was just about, to have his yelling moment, and that was when his former master stood infront of him a nervous smile on his face waving him hello: "obi wan my dear boy i'm so happy you made it here. I meant to tell you i was there obi wan *putting his hand to his own heart* the whole time you were never alone." A slap and sharp pain caused through gui gons cheeks as he realised that obi wan had slapped him. "what was that for??" Obi wan: "I CALLED FOR HELP AT LEAST 200 TIMES AND NOT EVEN A SINGLE WHAT DO YOU WANT WHAT DO YOU NEED NOTHING!" "Listen here i.." "NO YOU LISTEN HERE YOU OLD FART I WAS BASICALLY STILL A KID MYSELF AND YOU LEFT ME WITH THAT SACK OF CHAOS -*pointing on anakin who looks up at them and smiles, waves happily at qui gon*- no how to parent your padawan book left for instruction NOTHING!!! what were you even doing? I HOPE THE MILK TASTED GOOD!!" "Hey don't yell at your master!! I tell you.." qui gon tries to defend himself but obi wan just continues letting his feelings out:" you cant bring that up on me anymore i am a master myself now!" Qui gon:"AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN THIS HOUSE..!" Obi wan:"THIS IS NOT THE TEMPLE AND I AM A COUNCIL MEMBER." Qui gon *gasp*: "i can't believe you are bringing this up to me" *shocked* obi wan:"Well i'm sorry but you forced me to. its your fault all of this IS YOUR FAULT." Anakin interrupting him: "so its not mine anymore?" Obi wan: "Sh*t up anakin. The council told you he was to old we should not train him, yoda told you his future was clouded, i told you it was a bad idea BUT YOU HAD TO INSIST and now LOOK WHERE THAT BROUGHT US!!"

Moment of silence. Yoda: "right you are maybe his fault it all was not skywalkers." Mace having finished yelling at anakin: "eh you know what? You're right obes. *pointing at qui gon* YOUR FAULT IT IS M*THERFUCKER" *loud dispute starting.*

I desperately dare someone to make a comic pretty pls

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robotic-maid · 1 year

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Long post stupid ramblings about my own grief sorry idk how to add a read more.

Tw: brief mentions of suicide, self harm, mental illness, sexual trauma and substance abuse (woah holy shit that’s a lot)

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Mornings are really rough for me, the passage of time itself scares me in a way I can’t always put into words. Every morning I wake up and it feels like the morning after something sad and painful just happened. Because of my ptsd I have reoccurring nightmares, and in these dreams I relive some of the most painful things I’ve gone through. Sometimes it’s the night I was attacked and chased into a closet, sometimes it’s my 18th birthday when I no longer could stomach anyone else seeing my body, sometimes it’s the morning after I was discharged from the hospital after failing to take my life again, and sometimes it’s the morning after I’ve lost someone I loved, either because they died; or because they hated the person I was becoming.I don’t know how long ago these events in my life really happened.

Even events with solid dates, feel like they were yesterday. When I was younger I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. So alone in my grief all I could do is curl up in a little ball. As I got older I found it was easier to sleep if I took whatever I could get my hands on. And I got my hands on harder stuff after I became disabled. This period in my life feels like static. I was happy I think, but my brain didn’t process anything at all. Like I was stuck in time where days didn’t have a beginning or end. Getting therapy was so difficult, I had to do everything myself, and with family who denied what happened to me, or blamed me for it.. it was hard.

I moved out, I got therapy, I got in an accident on my bike after a fight with some friends on my way home, I got swerved and I wasn’t wearing a helmet. I suffered head trauma for the 3rd time in my life and I got amnesia for the past two years. I didn’t know where I was, who my friends were, how to do my job. And I felt better. I felt relieved and happy to be able to start over. I would get flashes of fear, and pain, and sadness, but they felt like scenes in a movie I couldn’t remember the title to. I worked through these things with my therapist and I was finally able to get medication for my multitude of issues. I was so happy I cried.

Regular therapy and antidepressants and exercise and living away from people that hurt me helped me even out. Outwardly I “healed” from everything. I thank the car accident for lessening my burdains, even though it makes me feel like a stranger in my own home, in my own body. I finished up my 2 years of therapy and now I only go in for an evaluation of how I’m coming along. I can look normally for the most part, my hands have healed up that I can draw semi-regularly, and my addictions have subsided I don’t hurt myself anymore. I still get nightmares, but they will never really stop, I don’t wake up crying or anything.I’ve made peace with the things I’ve destroyed, and I’ve forgiven the people that broke me. But recovery is not a straight road. It’s going to get worse again, and I’ll have to be alone when it happens. Maybe that’s why I’m still scared of waking up every day… because I’m always bracing for something to happen to reset my progress and push me back 10 steps. I guess that’s the price I pay.

#hex.txt #the fact I’m putting this out here you just know I haven’t taken my meds /he #also sorry if this feels like trauma dumping #no one actually has to read this #but I wanted to type it all out without feeling like I was forcing anyone to comfort me

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starf4wn · 1 year

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Lil thing I did for Hidden in the Dark Green AU :3

TW for violence (torture)!

Chris was just coming from doing a task which, unfortunately for him, he had failed.

He passed through the corridors with an uncomfortable silence which was interrupted by his footsteps.

"I'm here, what the hell do you want now?" Chris was already sick of being in that place so many times for any reason, from the most logical to the most stupid, like taking an extra portion of bread at lunch knowing that what is left over is always thrown away.

"Green kid, what a 'surprise' it is to see you around here. What have I told you about speaking to me with that tone of voice?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Don't talk to you with that tone, you've already told me a lot of times, get to the point damn it."

"At first you did what I told you to do but I see that you got distracted and took a detour and thanks to this you lost the target, why?"

"That's not your problem, I just won't get distracted next time and that's it, problem solved, I'm leaving" The brown-haired tried to leave the office but just before putting a hand on the door he heard a click and as soon as he blinked he was in a dark room, he recognized this room, he had already been here several times and he knew what was coming.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You haven't even let me finish talking, let alone told you to leave"

When Chris turned around, Zach was already a few centimeters away from him

"You know what comes next for not following my instructions" he grabbed Chris's hand quickly and began to squeeze it

"Tell me it was so important that you deviated and missed the task" Zach insisted

"I already told you, that is not your pro-" Chris tried to respond but was interrupted by Zach when he doubled his index finger backwards, fracturing him and making him gasp.

"I'll ask you again, what was so important for you to get distracted and fail? Zach asked again, holding up another finger.

"It's. not. your. problem. Shall I explain it to you with apples or-?" Again Chris was interrupted by the pain of one of his fingers being fractured

" YOU SON OF A BITCH" The green shouted throwing a fist from his healthy hand to Zach but Zach himself caught it just before it hit his face

"Uh huh, what did I say about raising your voice to me?" Said Zach followed by bending Chris's hand sharply back and breaking it, then squeezing it and breaking his fingers.

"AGH! SHIT! " Chris gave a desperate scream and began to feel his eyes tearing up but he didn't want to cry, he didn't want to show weakness, much less in front of this idiot who wanted to see him do that.

"Shit? Excellent answer" The pale man broke another of his healthy fingers

"You still don't want to tell me?" He grabbed another finger of the remaining two

"I'm not… going to tell you" Chris responded said with a broken voice

"I see" Then he broke the finger he was holding causing Chris to let out another cry-You're crying. What have I told you about feelings like these? Tell me. -

The green one did not say a single word and only looked at the pale one with a hateful look.

"Nothing from what I see, so…" He broke his last finger, causing Chris to scream, finally making him cry

"Well I guess you ran out of fingers so I can break what do you think if we start again? so you can answer my question" Following this Zach healed Chris's fractures instantly

Chris looked at this with terror, although he had already been through this several times, it was still just as horrible.

Jimmy who was on the outskirts of the room cleaning could hear all of Chris's screams, it wasn't the first time he heard them, it always made them shudder

The screaming continued for 10-15 minutes until there was an awkward silence and Chris walked out the door.

"Chris-"

"Not now Jimmy" Chris interrupted Jimmy, he didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him, he didn't want to agree with Zach about being sensitive or something like that.

Chris arrived at his room, he is one of the few who work for Zach who has his own room, the brown-haired boy organized some cloths, turned on a lamp and took out something furry.

"Are you more comfortable little one? sorry for the noise earlier" Chris accommodated what seemed to be a sugar glider which slowly opened its eyes, began to move slowly and stared at Chris for a few seconds, and jumped on his face, climbing up to his hair and snuggling there

"Hey, wait, you can have something much more comfortable than my hair - Saying that, he took out a small pot, put soil in it, and generated a plant whose branches formed a kind of cave

"Go ahead, try it" Having said that, the sugar glider settled inside the plant and rested there

"Much better than dying of hypothermia, right? I think I already have an idea for your name, how about Frosty???" Frosty upon hearing began to shake his antennae with excitement and jumped towards Chris, beginning to run around his neck and head

"I'm glad you like it, Frosty."

He hugged Frosty

#tw torture #tw violence #hidden in the dark green au #wild kratts au #wild kratts #I abandoned this for so long #sorry for my ugly writting but constructive critique is welcome!#azi's writting #I hope I already had that tag

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walkeddeath · 9 months

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cont. from HERE :: @walkedfire

　　nobody will tell gen anything while still demanding she follow orders. they're tired of the phrase, it's lost meaning, they just keep hearing it over and over without a single explanation of why. the entire thing is bullshit. the testing, the secrets, the silence when she simply asks to have a voice in what's going on. ever since the accident, everything has been one endless nightmare. the tests, the check ins, the endless questions that she can't answer. it's soul crushing, it's exhausting, and she hasn't been able to sleep. healing is a pointless thing, she made it out of that hell without a visible scratch, and there's no time to start healing everything under the surface.

　　they'd been forced to sit outside buck's room, as usual, they stopped begging to be on the other side of the door after the first three times, too tired to try and convince the doctors that she'd behave and 'let them do their jobs'. she doesn't like seeing him being used as a guinea pig, as some experiment, something not human. gen only managed to get out of the same by biting the fourth doctor who tried, which had earned her an hour long meeting comprised of threats to send her out to one of the eastern shatterdomes.

　　if it were anyone other than him, she would've told them to go ahead, do it, she'd been thinking about resigning anyways. however, it is him, and she can't leave him, refuses to leave him. so she'd promised to be on good behavior, agreeing to let them try and figure out what she is, why she was able to survive. it would be a lie to say that gen wasn't curious herself, she's always wondered why she can't seem to get hurt. at least, not physically. it's a mess in her head, was prior but it's a battlefield now. at some point gen knows she'll have to open up about the full truth of what happened, but, shit keeps coming up. it can wait, she'll be fine, he's their priority.

　　more doctors than usual had been passing by, some scientists as well, and she'd overheard the hushed voices. it was the normal stuff, going over his vitals and progress, and she'd almost started to tune it out when one of the newer faces had said something about going back. there was barely hesitation from her in jumping up, forgetting the promise to behave, and she'd started yelling. whatever it was she'd said, she can't remember. words had just started spilling out, without her even thinking, hands balling into fists with nails digging into her palms and she'd just been so angry. everything going blank, nothing but fear and pure rage.

　　it didn't matter exactly what going back could mean, gen had a guess when combined with the look on the face that had said it, but anything that involved doing anything more than making sure buck was healthy and safe and okay was something that she wouldn't let happen. even if he wanted to, she would fight him on it too.

　　they don't even notice he's out of his room until he's suddenly lifting her up, a panicked "what the fuck?" taking over the screaming. he shouldn't be out of bed and they're struggling to come down from anger into resignation, defeat, calm. they want to push off of him, get out of his grip, and they hate that they do. they feel nothing but hate but none of it at him directly and it's overwhelming and she's so fucking tired , gen can't help that she starts crying, it's only natural. "i don't care, i hate it. i hate them i hate this place i hate –– just, please put me down. i don't want you fucking hurting yourself over my bullshit, buck. i already hate myself enough as it is right now, don't need another reason. don't make me hate you."

#walkedfire #⋆ no grave can hold my body down • w. walkedfire ⋆

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chasespinkwings · 2 years

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I Belong (in your arms)

I sprung to life in my bed and reached for the sword laying at my bedside. I had heard something that startled me awake.

"Knock Knock Knock"

There was the sound again. I sighed in relief as I realized it was only someone at the door. I glanced at the clock.

"3:30?" I whispered to myself. Who the hell was knocking at my door at 3:30 in the morning? I could hear the rain still raging against the roof. Maybe someone had gotten lost in the dark and rain and needed help getting back to their apartment. EAS could be confusing to navigate for new comers.

I opened the door and was shocked to see Chase dripping with water.

"Chase?" I asked. He looked up at me. I was worried that something was wrong becuase he looked a little nervous.

"Yeah uh, I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you tonight. We could have a sleepover," he tried. Chase wanted a sleepover? That wasn't like him.

"Uh, sure I guess," I looked at him confused. He came inside and immediately drenched the doormat.

"Let me get you a towel and some dry clothes," I said, already walking to the closet. I grabbed a big fluffy towel and threw it at him.

"Thanks Roars!" He smiled at me.

I walked to my bedroom to find him something to wear. I had one of my dad's old concert shirts that had always been like a nightgown on me. It would probably fit Chase just fine. I began looking for something he could wear as pants. Luckily for Chase, I had a pair of my dad's old sweatpants. I had gotten my period one time on a car ride with him and he had conveniently left a pair of sweatpants in the backseat, so I just took them home.

I handed Chase the clothes. "I hope they fit okay," I said as he walked off to the bathroom to change.

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"You can take the bed," I offered. He looked exasperated at my suggestion.

"I'm not making you sleep on your own floor Rory," he insisted. I didn't want him sleeping on the floor either. He had gotten a back injury while on a mission a while back and it hadn't fully healed.

"I won't let you sleep on the floor Chase," I said firmly. He rolled his eyes at me.

"You know, we are dating now. If you were okay with it, maybe we could share it?" He looked at me hopefully. I blushed. Sharing a bed with Chase would be a big step for me, but if we didn't one of us would be on the floor.

"Um...okay," I mumbled. Chase smiled and I blushed deeper. He seemed to notice.

"Who knows Rory, maybe we'll even end up cuddling," he laughed. I wasn't sure my face could get any more red.

We crawled into bed and I was careful not to get too close to him.

"Goodnight Chase," I sighed. He smiled, "night Rory"

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The Snow Queen had him trapped under a block of ice. I screamed for him, but he didn't answer. He was crying, I could tell. I ran to him as quickly as I could. The closer I got, the clearer his crying was.

I opened my eyes, pulled out of my dream. Chase was lying next to me and crying softly.

"Chase?" I asked, gently shaking his shoulder. He woke with a start.

"You're still here," he whispered and threw his arms around me. I stroked his hair, it was still a little damp.

"I'm right here Chase. I'm not going anywhere," I breathed. He held me tightly. I laid back down gently and set his head on my chest. My arms wrapped around him and I rubbed his arm.

After awhile, Chase had settled down. He snuggled his head more firmly against my chest.

"Are you okay Chase?" I was worried about him. He chuckled, "I'm better than okay Rory"

"Why's that?" I asked. He grabbed my hand.

"Before I met you, I never really fit in anywhere. No one was ever really home and my friend's didn't like me. I definately never fit in with the fey. But right here, in your arms, I feel like I belong"

I squeezed his hand tighter, "you do belong here Chase, always"

In just a few minutes, we were both sleeping soundly.

#chase turnleaf #rory landon #eas fanfic

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ikaroux · 2 years

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I loved your post about the Genshin guys’ gf dying but then returning as an animal, so I was wondering if you would make a second post about it? In a few of them you mentioned that they would probably want to find a way to turn her back into a human, so I was thinking it would be kind of funny if the characters are suddenly happy again and have a new pet, because they probably couldn’t explain it to anyone without sounding crazy. Specifically, I really liked the Kaeya one, and I was just thinking it would be really funny if it went from him being sad/angry to him seeming like a crazy person who started calling that dog his dead gf’s name. Especially bc other people can’t hear her voice.

Anyway, I love your writing so much! Also, as someone who speaks English fluently but is learning French, I think your English is really impressive! I wouldn’t have guessed you weren’t a native speaker.

"I promise you..." Part 2

Part 1 : Here !

Thanks to @kryloxen, @izayaslaugh and the anonymous people who asked me for a sequel to "I promise you..." I'm sorry for the time it took, I hope you enjoy the first part of the sequel though. <3

Synopsis: Even death could not separate you.

You were now at his side in another form. He had found the happiness of life and a new goal: to give you back your human appearance.

Style: Part 2, love, romance, anguish, blood, violence, insult and spoiler for the part Kaeya, alchemy

Alert : (light) NSFW content (18+)

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya.

Coming soon: Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe, Razor, Ganyu, Scaramouche.

Note: I've started the sequel to "I promise you...", which I'll cut into several parts, because it's longer than I thought 😂

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You were lying on one of the beds in the church infirmary, your face pale and your clothes stained with your blood. Diluc was beside you, his head bowed to his chest and your now cold hand in his. His tears flowed uninterrupted. He had just lost you and there was nothing he could have done to prevent the tragedy. He had been told too late about your situation and could not be at your side when you breathed your last...

"Diluc..."

Diluc gasped, and in a sudden movement, he raised his head in search of the person who had called him. His gaze finally found the source of the noise. You stood behind him, your body bruised and covered in blood. Your look and appearance were empty of life. It all seemed unreal...

"y/n... y/n I'm sorry! Forgive me... I should have been there. I should have protected you."

Sobs choked his voice. Diluc could not bear the thought of your death and he never would... His face fell against your hand that he still held in his.

"Don't leave me alone... I couldn't bear to lose you too."

"Diluc..."

His tears splashed on his pants. Slowly, he looked up at you to see you now sitting beside him, looking at your body with a hint of sadness. You looked more resplendent, your wounds had healed and your body gave off a soft, warm aura.

"I don't want to leave you my love. I'm the one who is sorry I can't keep my promise." - The atmosphere changed. Your eyes, which were gradually darkening with a veil of anger, met his. Despair was winning him by the second. "This world is cruel, Diluc. And you will have to live with my death on your conscience. It's all your fault. You should be here, not me!" - Your words hit him hard.

He knew.

He knew that it was all his fault. Pain and sadness came over him. A flood of tears flowed from his eyes as your form slowly disappeared. Diluc tried to catch you, but could not. His hand went through your body as it turned into mist. With his mouth half open, Diluc grabbed his hair, screaming, crying out his pain.

Diluc woke up with a start. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy and uneven. His hand plunged into his loose hair.

He was shaking.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he began to pant. His lungs were on fire as images of your mangled body clouded his vision. Diluc whispered your name over and over...

Instinctively, his free hand sought out your sleeping body beside him. As soon as his fingers brushed your skin, his tears stopped flowing. You looked so peaceful, as if his last months had been a figment of his imagination...

Silently, Diluc leaned in beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your back as close to his chest as possible.

He listened carefully to the sound of your breathing, which calmed the once frantic rhythm of his heart.

His nose pressed into your hair, inhaling your scent as if to convince himself that you were really there. His hand gently stroked your forearm, making your skin a little warmer.

"I love you..." - He whispered to you, repeating his loving words over and over again.

Gradually, his breathing became normal and his tremors calmed, his mind gradually regaining control of his body.

Diluc searched for your hand, hidden warmly between you and the sheets, and when he finally reached it, he intertwined his fingers with yours.

And when he closed his eyes again, the memories of the last few months slowly returned to his mind...

A few months earlier.

Diluc stood on top of the cliff overlooking the Dawn Domain, watching the horizon with a peaceful gaze. When he saw the small white figure in the sky approaching him, a tender smile formed on his lips. His gloved arm rose up so that you could rest comfortably on it. As soon as your talons attached to it, Diluc stroked your feathers before placing a kiss on your beak.

"Did that feel good?"

"Yes. Flying through the sky is an amazing feeling. I wish I could share that with you..." - A deep laugh escaped his throat at your remark.

"I probably couldn't fly as high as you, but I can still soar with my wings." - You flapped your wings with glee.

"So what are you waiting for?" - You broke away from him to fly away. Diluc laughed harder at your impatience. Gaining momentum, he ran to the edge of the cliff before jumping off. His glider opened, allowing him to fly with you beside him...

"You look exhausted my love. Do you sleep badly?" - You were settled on the back of the chair that faced him. Diluc had barely touched the meal Adeline had prepared. He limply placed his fork on the table before leaning back against his chair with a sigh.

"Nightmares... I keep seeing you lying on that bed, covered in blood..." - You jumped up on the table to get closer to him.

"Forgive me for putting you through this Diluc..." - The sincere smile on his lips encouraged you to move closer to his hand resting on the table.

"It's not your fault. I'm the one who should have... protected you. I'm the one who should apologize. If only I could find a way to give you back a human body... Maybe I... Ouch!" - You cut him off by lightly pinching his skin. You couldn't bear for him to get so overwhelmed over a mistake you had made.

"Don't you dare say that Diluc! I'm the one who put myself in danger. All the blame belongs to me! You have no right to hurt yourself because of my stupidity. Please think about your health. Rest and don't think about crazy plans like giving me a body again... you and I both know that's impossible." - Diluc sighed, exhausted. His hand finally rested on your head.

"y/n... Do you think this world is cruel?"

"No. Because I was able to stay with you despite death. Diluc, as long as you are near me, this world will always shine with a thousand colors." - The sadness in Diluc's eyes seemed to lessen a little. Tiredness eventually overcame him, and his eyelids closed heavily.

"You know... Kaeya, Jean, Aether, and even that bard, Venti... They heard me talking to you on the streets of Mondstadt. I'm sure they think I'm crazy. That your death has made me lose my mind. Maybe they are right. Maybe deep inside I'm living a perpetual nightmare. Every morning when I wake up... I check that you are still there, that you haven't disappeared. So... y/n... don't ask me to give up the idea of having you in my arms again. That hope helps me hold on." - His eyes reopen to gaze into yours. - "I love you... more than my life, more than Mondstadt, more than anything else..." - Your heart clenched in your chest. Diluc rarely opened up to others, even to you. Yet he was so sincere tonight. He held his arm out to you. He wore nothing to protect himself from your clutches but his ebony shirt, so you hesitantly looked at him for a long time before slowly climbing onto his arm, careful not to hurt him badly. As soon as you were on top of him, he pulled you close to his face, pressing his forehead against yours. - "I love you my love."

"I love you even more." - He smiled. You'd always had this habit of making your shared feelings an adorable competition.

"Master Diluc..." - You had flinched at the sudden sound. Diluc straightened in his seat and calmly turned his face to Elzer, who stood respectfully in the doorway. - "The cavalry captain is here to... check in on your condition." - Diluc sighed, annoyed.

"Very well. Tell him I'm on my way." - Elzer bowed before disappearing into the dark hallway. Diluc pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning his exasperation. - "Trouble comes to me. I wasn't kidding when I told you they all think I'm crazy." - You laughed at his grumpy look. Your joviality cheered him up a bit and to tease you, Diluc grabbed your beak to gently shake it. - "Don't laugh..."

"Forgive me darling, I just think it's cute when you sulk." - He frowned, his cheeks red at your comment. Without motivation, Diluc got up from his seat before heading to his room to drop you off.

"Wait for me, I won't be long." - His lips rested on your head before he left the room. You waited for him, listening intently to the whispers that echoed through the mansion.

You could hear the tone rising between the two men in the distance.

"It's only a Diluc bird! She's dead!"

"If you came here to tell me that, then you can go away Kaeya!"

"Damn it, Diluc! We're all worried about you! I'm worried about you. Let me help you."

"I'm not crazy Kaeya. I don't need help, so go away."

"I wasn't a brother to you when our father was..."

"Our father!? Kaeya, you smiled when I held him in my arms! Then you came to me and told me you were... a spy sent from a nation destroyed decades ago and seeking revenge on us. Don't talk to me about brotherhood Kaeya! We have not been brothers for a long time. I asked you to leave, so go!"

"Diluc! Wait, please... "

Your heart broke. Kaeya was your friend... once. The pain you could feel in his voice... hurt you... And Diluc's... you knew him well enough to know when he was feeling troubled... You were the cause of their pain. How could you live with that?

A few days passed since the incident. Today, Diluc was working behind the bar at Angel's Share, cleaning the dirty glasses he'd removed from unoccupied tables. Sitting on a perch he'd built for you, you watched his every precise movement with adoration. Sensing your gaze on him, Diluc turned his gaze from the glass to you. A soft smile played on his lips as he brought his hand to your head, rubbing it gently with his fingertip. You leaned against his touch, all too happy to receive his attention.

"Aren't you too bored my love?" - He whispered to you.

"Never when you're around..." - You were sure that if you still had a human body, your face would turn red at the sound of his laughter. Diluc was so gentle and kind to you. Unfortunately, you were soon interrupted by the arrival of new customers, and not just any customers...

Diluc followed your gaze and sighed loudly.

"Come on brother, I wish you'd greet me with something more than a sigh... Hm?" - A shiver ruffled your feathers as Kaeya's piercing gaze met yours-"Don't tell me I interrupted one of your little chats with your bird?" - Kaeya's eyes were nothing but cold towards you, and when he turned his attention back to his brother, a part of you was relieved of a weight.

Despite the discomfort he had caused you, you could see in the cryo user's expression something rare.

He was worried. You could tell by his furrowed brow and the intensity with which he stared at his brother's back.

"The usual?" - Diluc simply replied curtly to his brother. This time, it was Kaeya's turn to sigh.

"Yes... I'll let my colleague order what he wants, I'll go and settle down upstairs." - Without saying another word, Kaeya walked away with a heavy step. You could feel the concern he had for his brother, you regretted a little to be the cause of his worries... But what else could you do? Diluc refused to tell anyone about your situation, not even Mondstadt's patron god, Barbatos, who walked the streets as Venti.

Worried about Diluc's silence, you left your perch and settled on his shoulder, rubbing your head against his cheek.

"Don't be sad Diluc. I'm sure if you talked to Kaeya, he would understand..."

"It's too risky. I don't trust him completely." - He whispered as he prepared a Death afternoon. He didn't immediately notice the gaze that was intensely scanning his back.

"This soul must be particularly attached to you to have incarnated in the body of an animal, Master Diluc." - Shocked, Diluc dropped the glass he held in his hand, letting it crash to the ground in a deafening crash of broken glass. He ignored the curious looks that had turned his way. Diluc stared at the young man sitting behind the counter, who seemed to be studying you with interest-"Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am the chief alchemist of the Order of Favonius, but you may call me Albedo."

"How do you... ?"

"How did I guess that she wasn't just an owl?" - Diluc nodded slowly, causing the young man to smile in amusement. - "There are several reasons why I deduced it. I study life and its mysteries, with a modicum of observation, it is easy to see that this owl is anything but natural. Secondly, I myself am... out of the ordinary, and finally... and it is probably for this last reason, which I unfortunately cannot reveal to you, that allows me to hear him speak to you." - Diluc froze, shocked. Someone other than him could hear you... Besides, it wasn't just anyone. Albedo was a brilliant alchemist, known to be extremely good at what he did throughout Teyvat. Diluc quietly leaned toward him.

"May I speak with you... in private?" - Curious, Albedo nodded slowly before rising from his seat. Diluc motioned for Charles to take over, courteously asking him if he could clean up the broken glass on the floor. He then invited Albedo to follow him, leading him into the tavern's wine cellar. Once inside, Diluc mechanically stroked your head before pulling you onto his arm. He offered Albedo a seat, which he politely accepted. "I have a favor to ask of you. As an alchemist, are you able to create a body made of flesh and blood?" - Albedo frowned. How ironic, he thought.

"Only alchemists who have acquired a high knowledge of alchemy can create artificial human beings. Right now, I don't think I can. Only my master could accomplish such a miracle."

"Then tell me where I can find your master."

"You won't find her... And even if you did, she would refuse to help you." - Albedo seemed to think of something. - "Creating a homunculus is a difficult thing, for it requires shaping both the body, but also the soul. In your case, only the body is needed. It will be a first for me, but I can try. Then we will just have to find a way to transfer his soul." - Diluc's heart skipped a beat. He had been searching for months for a way to give you a human body again, and today the solution came to him on a silver platter. Emotion overwhelmed him, tears welling up in his eyes, but he stopped them from flowing. Instead, Diluc buried his face in your feathers, gritting his teeth to keep his emotions from spilling over. You knew he was grateful to the blue-eyed alchemist, so it was on his behalf, but also yours, that you thanked him.

"I don't know how we can thank you, Master Albedo. We will be eternally grateful to you."

"There's no need, really. Mondstadt has done so much for me, it is only natural that I should help you in return." - A blankness settled between the three of you, until Albedo spoke again. - "What we are about to do goes against the divine laws. Barbatos himself could turn his anger against us. Are you nevertheless willing to take that risk?" - Diluc slowly raised his head, first observing you with all the love he had for you before staring at the young alchemist.

"Barbatos... Celestia... Never mind the risks I have to take. The only thing I want is to hold her in my arms again."

"Diluc..." - If you were capable of shedding tears, you'd probably be doing it right now.

"Well, in that case... We'll start the search tomorrow. Diluc I need her..." - You broke away from Diluc's arm to rest on one of Albedo's legs, and he watched you, surprised by your sudden proximity. Hesitantly, he raised his hand to caress your head. You let yourself be stroked, expressing your gratitude for his kindness with this gesture.

"Call me y/n." - Albedo nodded, moving his hand away from you to let you join the man you loved.

"I need y/n to be with me for research. I need to figure out how she managed to reincarnate into the body of an owl. I also need to study how I can transfer her soul to a new body without making her... disappear." - Diluc breathed in sharply, gripped by a sudden anguish. The thought of losing you again scared him, but did he have a choice? In this form, he didn't know how long you could live. Was your life expectancy the same as that of a normal owl? Despite his fears, he knew he couldn't make the decision for you. He examined you, looking for any doubt in your eyes. He found none of that, on the contrary, you looked more serene and confident than ever.

"Very well. In that case, we'll meet tomorrow in your laboratory."

"Not here. We'll go to my camp, at Dragonspine. I could work there without taking the risk of being interrupted by a third party." - You both agreed, understanding Albedo's suspicion. Neither of you wanted to take any chances...

The next day, Albedo's search began. Diluc accompanied you every day to the alchemist's camp, protecting you from the monsters and the cold. Days passed, then weeks, and finally, after several months, Albedo seemed to have achieved a result that he felt was satisfactory. He now knew how to detach your soul from this frail body and transfer it, without tearing you apart, to a new body. He quickly moved on to the next step.

Although Albedo remembered the young woman you had been before, the one he had passed several times in the streets of Mondstadt, he didn't want to create a perfect copy. He didn't want to draw attention to you and risk arousing the suspicions of your relatives. So when Albedo drew your future body on canvas, Diluc asked him for one and only one favor: he wanted your eyes to remain the same.

Albedo spent the last few days shaping your body, using his sketches as a model. When everything was finally ready, he placed you on the alchemy table, which he had slightly modified so that he could proceed with the extraction of your soul. Diluc kissed your head one last time before reluctantly walking away from you. You could see it in his eyes, he was afraid it was going to go wrong. His hands were shaking...

The day before, the two of you had a long talk. Diluc had told you everything about himself, about how happy he was to have met you, how much he loved you, how he wanted to marry you, to be with you forever. He had opened himself completely to you, revealing his strengths and weaknesses. And you did the same, because no matter what happened, you didn't want to have any regrets.

Albedo placed the diamond-shaped catalyst he had made to hold your soul during the extraction on a tripod. Before he began, you took one last look at the man of your life...

As soon as Albedo received your go-ahead, he began the transfer. The biting cold of death invaded your body. It was a strange and unpleasant sensation. A part of you began to doubt. So, to reassure yourself, you looked for him.

Diluc.

I'll always be by your side...

Diluc...

I promise you.

"I love you..." - These were the only words you managed to say before you collapsed. Your vision had slowly turned white, and the last thing your dilated irises could see was Diluc's tear-filled eyes...

A warm, rough hand lovingly caressed your face. You could hear a familiar voice whispering loving words to you. Your lips parted with difficulty, but no sound came out. Then, with the little strength you had, you forced your eyes open.

Diluc was sitting next to you, his face incredibly close to yours. When he saw that you were awake, a reassuring smile lit up his tired face. He rested his forehead tenderly against yours, looking into the eyes he had missed so much.

"It's all right, my love. You're home." - He placed a kiss on your forehead, forcing your eyes to close under the heat of his lips. You suddenly felt them against yours, and by the archons, you had missed that feeling so much.

It will take time for you to gain control of this artificial body. Fortunately, Diluc was there to help you. He took care of you, following Albedo's recommendations to the letter.

But first, he would take the time to taste your lips...

A few months later. (NSFW)

Diluc opened his eyes again. A sigh of relief escaped his nostrils when he saw you asleep, back to him, with nothing on you to cover your body but the blankets. He straightened up on his forearm, bringing the hand he still held in his to his lips. He placed loving kisses on each of your fingers, lingering for a while on the ring that encircled your phone book. He went down languidly to your wrist, your shoulder. Then he attacked your neck, your jaw and the back of your ear. Slowly, he took you out of your torpor with a soft moan. Your hand got lost in his hair as his strayed to your chest, massaging it with desire. You turned your face towards him to encourage him to kiss you. You did not need to be insistent so much he needed to bind his lips to yours. His hand slowly left your breasts to go lower. Diluc had claimed you so many times since you had this new body... Each time he took you as his own, you felt as if it was both the first and last time he would ever be with you. Diluc savored you, loved you with a consuming passion.

"Diluc... what's wrong with you?" - Although Diluc's needs were more frequent than they once were, it was still rare that he woke you up in the middle of the night already hard and ready for you.

"Just... a nightmare. Don't worry my love, everything is fine." - His fingers easily found your entrance, immediately inserting two of his fingers inside. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips. He couldn't take his eyes off you... His hips rolled against you, his length rubbing between your thighs. He wanted you. He wanted you. And as soon as you were ready for him, Diluc lifted your leg with one hand and used the other to place his tip at your entrance, moaning in ecstasy at the feel of your walls tightening around him. - "I love you y/n."

Zhongli watched the moon shyly light up the starry sky. His mind was wandering over so many things at once. He had so many questions in his mind that he didn't know where he stood... It was the soft squeak that you emitted that brought him out of his thoughts and redirected him to you. You were lying on his lap, sleeping peacefully while his hand was protecting you from the winter cold. From the small noises you were making, Zhongli quickly deduced that you must be dreaming. A gentle smile lit up his features as his hand stroked you. Your coat was incredibly soft and comforting.

A long sigh escaped his lungs. Zhongli closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. Gently, he took you in his arms so he could get up, being careful not to wake you up.

Slowly, he made his way to the bedroom and laid you on the pillow next to his. As soon as he was sure you were properly settled, Zhongli moved away from the bed to get into his robe. He then joined you in bed, watching your sleeping form with a slight smile...

Tomorrow was the fateful day, the day he had chosen to gather the followers at Mount Aozang to ask for their help. Zhongli was going to bring you back to him, by any means necessary.

And since he had decided to live among mortals, Zhongli allowed himself to be a little selfish...

You were at his feet, watching the statue of the seven that represented him. Zhongli had put on his adept's outfit, the same one that was represented on the statue. His arms, tinted with the colors of the earth, shone with the same glow as the heart of the cor lapis, forming an intricately shaped tattoo all along. You thought it was beautiful...

The silence that weighed between you two nevertheless managed to make you uncomfortable. Where he would usually have told you the story of the construction of this statue, was instead that a heavy and heavy mutism.

"Zhongli... ? " - Zhongli's fists clenched. You had never seen him in this state, both sad and nervous.

"I don't know... y/n, I don't know if what I'm about to do is right..."

"What are you planning to do?" - He finally turned his amber eyes to you. Doubt clouded his eyes.

"I'm... going to be very selfish. I just hope you won't hate me for it." - Your ears lowered. Worry slowly crept up on you. Seeing your discomfort, Zhongli knelt down in front of you, carefully caressing your head. His hand passed under your belly to lift you off the ground and place you in his arms. - "I want to feel your body against mine again. Feel your lips and see your smile. For that, I have to carve your body out of stone. I will shape it and perfect it until your skin is as soft as a mortal's." - You rubbed your muzzle against his jaw. His fingers tenderly pinned your head against his neck so he could rest his chin on it. - "I need them, followers, so I can transfer your spirit into a new body without putting you in danger. They will be angry, very angry. You are supposed to be dead, yet here you are, reincarnated in the body of a fox because of an innocent promise we made to each other. I am supposed to be the archon of Liyue, I must enforce the divine laws so that the balance of the world is not disturbed. Yet what I am about to do goes against everything I have protected so far..."

"Then don't do it Zhongli! I don't want to be a burden to you." - His hand tightened against you.

"You are not a burden. You never were. I'm the one who made this decision. I'll own it." - Your heart was heavy at his words. Zhongli was torn between his duty to Liyue and his love for you. Deeply saddened, you gave a few small strokes of your muzzle against his neck to better bury yourself in his warmth. "y/n, for you, I am willing to suffer the wrath of Celestia. I refuse to lose you. You are too precious to me..."

"For me too Zhongli." - You felt his jaw lift in a soft, genuine smile. He slowly stood up, holding you preciously in the crook of his arms. After taking one last look at the statue of Rex Lapis, Zhongli set off again towards his destiny.

They were all present. Starting with the last Yaksha, Xiao.

The secretary of the seven stars, Ganyu.

The wise and peaceful Madame Ping.

The lady who rules the sky, Cloud Retainer.

The lord who carves the moon and builds the sun, Moon Carver.

The lord of the mountains, Mountain Shaper.

And the last one, the one whose name was unknown to you, but who was known as Lady Yanfei's father.

They were... intimidating. A shiver ran through your body and to reassure yourself, you buried yourself deeper into Zhongli's arms.

"Lord Morax, we are glad to see you are doing well." - Said Cloud Retainer humbly. "We have so many questions for you..." - His eyes, like those of his fellows, fell upon you. The most virulent of them were horrified, while the others stared at you with curiosity.

"What does this mean, Morax? What is that... thing doing in your arms? It's an abomination!" - Moon Carver exclaimed.

"Come on, my friend, calm down, let him explain himself. - Madame Ping tried to calm down.

"Calm down!? This creature goes against all our principles! - Furious, Moon Carver arched his back. As soon as his hooves touched the ground, he began to scrape the earth furiously. As soon as Moon Carver took a step forward to charge, he was immediately stopped by the Yaksha's jade spear. The young man's eyes glowed with black fury. His devotion to Morax had never wavered, even now.

"Please, Moon Carver, let us hear what Lord Morax has to say..." - interjected the gentle Ganyu. Following Xiao's action, she had positioned herself in front of the great stag, hoping to mitigate his anger a little. Suspicious, Xiao backed up to Zhongli and you, the weapon still in hand.

"Forgive me... I stage my death then disappear for several months and reappear before your eyes as if nothing happened. I understand your anger." - Zhongli affectionately placed one of his hands on Xiao's shoulder as he positioned himself in front of him to protect him. He nodded to Ganyu to come closer to him, which she did respectfully. As soon as she was at his height, he entrusted you to the young woman and walked towards the rest of the followers. A little frightened, but also out of sheer curiosity, you looked up at the beautiful adept who was staring worriedly at the back of the geo archon. When she felt your gaze upon her, her eyes lowered upon you with a reassuring glow. - "I have lived among mortals for some time now. I have met some wonderful people there. People I can call 'friend' without any hesitation. I've felt more alive than ever." - He paused, taking advantage of the silence to look at you. - "Of all the people I've been lucky enough to meet, only one has been able to make me discover this feeling called love. " - Ms. Ping looked at her old friend with a glint of sadness in her eyes. - "A few months ago... I lost him in a tragic accident. That day, I felt myself dying with her." - Zhongli looked so fragile, he was nothing like the powerful Geo archon anymore. He looked so... human. - "We made a promise to each other while she was alive. An innocent promise, with no ulterior motive... " - His voice dropped an octave. - "To be together always, even beyond death. Unconsciously, we formed a contract... If today I call upon you, it is to humbly ask you to help me."

"Help you do what, Rex Lapis?" - Mountain Shaper growled.

"Morax, with all due respect..." - began Cloud Retainer. - "If you're going to ask us to bring her back to life, do I have to remind you what happened hundreds of years ago, when we took pity on that little human girl who was badly injured by... " - She stared at Xiao for a long time, who frowned before continuing. - "*sigh*, Rex Lapis, if you really care about her, let her go. We can't afford to play with mortal lives."

"If you do not wish to help me, I will not hold it against you. But don't ask me to give up. I will find another way to get his soul into another body." - Zhongli turned his back on the followers to walk toward Ganyu and you. He gently took you back into his arms and began to walk away from the group.

"Lord Morax!" - Zhongli stopped to look at the one who had just called out to him. Ganyu stood behind him, smiling and determined. - "Please let me help you!"- Zhongli opened his eyes wide in surprise. Moved, Madame Ping walked over to the young woman, placing a comforting hand on her delicate shoulders.

"I would help you too, Morax. Love is a feeling worth taking risks for, isn't it?" - Zhongli smiled fondly at her old friend.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

Xiao and Yanfei's father silently joined Madam Ping and Ganyu, showing their help.

*Sigh* "Fine, I'll help you however I can, Rex lapis." - Capitulated Cloud Retainer.

Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper remained silent, their posture hesitant. Mountain Shaper was the first to step forward.

"I agree with Moon Carver about the divine laws. They were created to protect mortals. But... I take the risk of helping you. In the name of our friendship."

"Hmph!" - Moon Carver tapped his hoof.- "So be it. I'll help you too. But if this goes wrong, Morax, you will take full responsibility."

"Of course." - Zhongli relaxed his shoulders, relaxed and smiling. He bowed slightly in a respectful manner.- "A simple thank you is insufficient to express my gratitude to you. Without you, I don't know how I would have done it. Thank you... Thank you." - Zhongli lowered his eyes to you. For the first time in days, you could see peace reign there. - "Now all I have to do is sculpt you into a new body."

"I can't wait to hold you again."

"Me too." - He kissed the top of your head. "Although I thought you were very cute in crimson fox."

"Lord Morax? Is she talking to you?" - Ganyu stared at him with wide, bemused eyes. Zhongli looked at you with an amused expression, hesitating to laugh at the young woman's remark.

"So no one can hear it but me?" - Everyone nodded. Zhongli laughed heartily, thinking back to his last few weeks at Liyue Port. - "Now I understand better why passersby looked at me strangely when I was talking to you."

After that, Zhongli entrusted you to the good care of Madam Ping to start shaping your body in the oldest and richest rock of all Liyue. He remembered every detail, your figure, your face, your skin, even your moles.

You were deeply engraved in him.

Several weeks passed before Zhongli was finally satisfied with the result. He had received help from the adepts to refine your body, bringing your skin closer to that of humans. When he was finished, he called upon the adepts to begin the extraction ritual.

He had not seen you for weeks, and when Madame Ping brought you to him, his face lit up with love and joy. As soon as you were placed on the ground, you threw yourself into his arms. Zhongli had crouched down so he could receive you.

"I missed you so much Zhongli." - You whisper to him as you rub your head against his cheek.

"You too my love. It's almost over, I won't leave you again." - He kissed the tip of your muzzle before standing up. He led you to the center of the room, a sort of forge that was carved into a mountain and hidden by a waterfall. The followers present when their archon was called, now formed a perfect axis around him. Zhongli placed you on a stone table, the one where your future body lay peacefully. The Geo Archon had done an exceptional job, every detail was represented perfectly. Your face was identical in every way to what it had once been. Zhongli had not forgotten anything about you... He suddenly put his hand on your head, making you jump at the sudden weight. He soothed you with an affectionate caress.

"y/n, let me explain how this is going to work. Know that you have absolutely nothing to fear. You will feel no pain or discomfort. You will simply... fall asleep." - Your gaze remained immersed in his, and despite his words, anxiety was beginning to creep up on you. Probably sensing your unease, Zhongli smiled benevolently at you. - "I will stay by you until you wake up." - You slowly nodded your head. - "The adepts will take care of extracting your soul from this body with their elemental energies while I guide you to the other." - Zhongli lowered the veil that hid part of your body to show you an engraving that was on your chest. The Mark of the Geo Archon.- "This mark connects you to me, it is the mark that will keep you safe during the transfer." - He placed his large hand on your head one last time before turning his gaze to the seven adepts. He nodded to them to begin. - "Everything is going to be okay my love, trust me. Now lie down."

With your ears lowered, you obeyed his instructions obediently. Your eyes remained riveted on him, fascinated by his presence. It was the first time since you were together that you could admire him in his role of archon. His hair, his eyes, his tattoos shone like a cluster of stars. Zhongli looked so... divine. He didn't take his eyes off you for a moment, patiently waiting for sleep to come. Your vision became progressively blurred, you felt yourself floating, as if in a dream. You did not feel your head fall heavily forward, threatening to hit the stone surface of the table. Zhongli held you back in extremis. He made you comfortable, offering you a final caress before letting your soul leave your body. He stepped back, admiring your spirit as it slowly took on the shape of the one you were before you died. His breath caught, forgetting for a moment why he was here.

"Lord Morax! Stay focused!" - Xiao shouted at him.

Zhongli frowned, inwardly thanking the Yaksha for calling him to order. He concentrated, his hand held out in front of him. The Geo mark glowed in front of his hand and then on your chest... Your surroundings darkened, there was no pain, no noise... you felt at peace.

Your eyelids moved slightly as a groan vibrated in your throat. Something soft pressed against your lips. The sensation was both strange and nostalgic. With difficulty, your eyes opened. Zhongli was leaning over you, smiling and warm. You could feel your limbs moving with difficulty, but with some effort and a little willpower, you managed to lift your hand to his cheek.

"...Hello there." - You whispered with a soft smile on your lips. Zhongli had grabbed your hand to place a tender kiss on it.

"Hello my love."-His lips found yours. How sweet it was... The tears stung your eyes so much happiness invaded you. You had forgotten how smooth his lips were. He went slowly, savoring the taste of the other as much as you did. When he separated from you, his eyes were only love and passion. - "I finally find you, v/n."

Over the next few days, Zhongli helped you take possession of your new body with a few rehabilitation sessions. Zhongli's patience warmed your heart and soon you were able to walk by yourself, speak without feeling intense pain in your larynx, run freely. You felt like yourself again...

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"Would I keep it forever? That mark?" - Settling in front of the standing mirror, your hand brushed the Geo symbol on your chest. A frail glow escaped from it as Zhongli circled your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder to admire your reflection in the mirror.

"Does it bother you?"-His fingers replaced yours. He slowly traced the contours of the symbol as his lips placed passionate kisses on your shoulder, slowly working their way up to your neck.

"No..." - You moaned. You could feel your lover's smile against your skin.

His hands left your waist and moved up your arms. As soon as his fingers reached your shoulders, he slowly slid the straps of your nightgown off, letting it pool at your feet. Naked before the mirror, Zhongli admired your figure with hungry eyes.

"You look beautiful..." - The blush on your cheeks made him flush. He stooped to put one of his arms under your knees and the other behind your back, and lifted you into his arms. He took you to your bed, laying you gently on the mattress. Quickly, he shed his own clothes to join you. His muscular body dominated you wonderfully. Your hands caressed his chest. Zhongli was enjoying your touch, your softness, your warmth. Soon, he moved your hands away from him to lower his face to your chest, lovingly kissing the mark in its center. His hips rolled against yours, eager for you. His lips slowly moved down to your lower abdomen, licking and nibbling your skin until they left love marks. When he got to the exact spot where he wanted to be, Zhongli devoured you with his eyes before lowering his face to your entrance, directly penetrating you with his tongue. The moans you were making were divine to his ears. He sighed against you, dazed by the love he felt for you.- "I love you y/n... For eternity..."

Sitting in front of your dressing table, you were quietly running your comb through your hair. Lost in your thoughts, your eyes strayed to your reflection. Slowly, you put your brush on the table before raising your hand towards your neck. Your fingers carefully pulled aside the fabric of your robe to reveal a dark star-shaped mark nestled on your skin. A complaint escaped from you... Your mind was slowly wandering...

"Kaeya..."

A few weeks earlier.

Kaeya was hunched over his desk, reading reports on the latest monster sightings around Mondstadt City. Jaded, he finally dropped the papers curtly on the desk before leaning his back heavily against the back of his chair. The features of his face were those of a tired man. Kaeya sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments.

"y/n..." - Lying not far from him, you immediately stood up at the sound of his voice, your footsteps quickly leading you back to him. He stepped away from his desk to give you room to climb on his legs.

"Is something wrong Kaeya?" - You looked at him intensely, searching for the slightest flaw in his expression. His hand was mechanically stroking your back. With yet another sigh, Kaeya buried his face in your fur.

"I don't understand... For the past few weeks, there have been more and more abyssal mages attacking the city..." - He stepped back, so that his head would collide with yours.

"Do you think they might be there... for you?"

"No. Most of mine don't know I'm here. Hm... No matter how much I think about it, turning my thoughts over and over in my head, nothing coherent comes to mind. Yet, if there is one thing that coincides with their appearances, it is... you. Their numbers increased right after you came back to me... Why?" - Kaeya closed his eyes, frowning. "Tsk... Listen to me y/n, no matter what happens, no matter what happens, always stay by my side." - His strong hands had gripped your mouth firmly, as if to keep you from looking away from him. - "Promise me that, y/n."

"I promise." - Again, his arms wrapped around you, finding comfort in your warmth. His eyes were drawn to the portrait of you he had left on his desk.

"I don't know what's going on with the abyss, but I won't let them hurt you. Ever again."

Kaeya wandered through the streets of Mondstadt, you at his feet, greeting passers-by here and there who recognized him. His steps brought him back to Angel's Share, one of his favorite places to drink a good glass of wine and listen to the hearsay of travelers and townspeople. When he pushed open the doors of the tavern, he met a familiar redhead.

"Welcome to Angel's..." - Diluc began, stopping instantly as he turned to see that his new customer was none other than Kaeya. He sighed loudly. The ember gaze of the cellar owner landed on you. - "Dogs are not allowed inside. Get him out." - You squeaked, alternating your gaze between Kaeya and Diluc.

"Wait for me outside, y/n. I won't be long."

"Tsk." - Diluc clicked his tongue, quickly turning around to begin preparing a Death Afternoon for the cavalry captain. "I'll bring it outside for you, there's no point in standing here waiting." - Diluc's dry tone made Kaeya smile sadly.

"Very well." - Kaeya walked away from the bar, preparing to join you outside before stopping his gaze on two figures he knew well. - "Hello Lisa, hello Jean." - The two young women looked up at him. They greeted him with a smile and a wave of their hands.

"Kaeya! I need to talk to you. Are you moving outside?" - Jean asked him.

"Yes. Diluc won't let y/n in." - Jean and Lisa looked at Diluc, tense as a pin before looking at each other, worried.

"Your dog, you mean?" - Jean insisted on the word dog, which had the effect of making Kaeya laugh. This one did not answer, contenting himself with a wave of hand before disappearing outside.

"This is getting worrisome, Jean. You tried to talk to him." - The tall mistress sighed, burying her face in her hand.

"I tried... but it seems he doesn't want to talk about it."

"Do you think it's reasonable to trust him with tonight's patrol?"

"Lisa! Kaeya has my full confidence." - The librarian sighed.

"Can you trust a man who is losing his mind?"

"I think you're being hard on him..."

"Hard? Or just realistic? What do you think, Master Diluc?" - The pyro user turned his gaze to the two young women. Without answering, he picked up the drink he had prepared to place on a tray. Taking the direction of the terrace, however, he had one last word for the two women.

"I will speak to him..." - Jean thanked him before he disappeared outside.

"I'm sorry Kaeya... I shouldn't have gone home with you." - Sitting at his feet with her ears down and her tail between her legs, Kaeya couldn't help but find you adorable.

"Don't worry, I'd rather look like a fool than deny your existence. Besides, between Diluc and me, it's a habit."

"He worries about you, you know." - Kaeya laughed dryly.

"Let me doubt that, honey."

"Who are you talking to?" - Diluc stood beside him, removing the glass that had been placed on it from his tray so that he could place it on the table.

"y/n, of course. Who else would you like me to talk to?" - Kaeya sketched a wry smile. He took the glass placed on the table in order to taste the drink. - "Hmm~, nothing like a glass of Angel's Share liquor to forget all your problems." - He took another sip, not noticing Diluc's movements. Kaeya lost his mocking smile when he saw his brother take a seat on the chair in front of him. With his chin resting on the back of his hands crossed in front of him, Diluc swung his intense gaze between you and the cavalry captain.

"Kaeya... If you need to talk, I'm ready to listen. Tell me what's going on." - The cryo user's eye darkened, getting lost in the contemplation of his drink.

"What do you want me to say, Diluc, I've never felt better." - Diluc spread his hands, resting them on the table.

"Overnight, you go from angry to happy. You start calling that dog after your dead girlfriend." - Diluc laid his hard gaze on you, forcing your ears down further. - "You're not well, Kaeya."

"Would you believe me if I told you that 'that dog', as you like to call him, is actually y/n?" - Diluc's eyebrows furrowed. - "Hmph, no, of course not. I can see it in your eyes, in our friends' eyes. You think I'm crazy. That I've lost my mind. But it's true Diluc, his soul has been reincarnated in the body of this dog. I can hear him talking to me." - Diluc sighed, annoyed.

"You need to get treatment Kaeya."

"Diluc listen, I know that I am not always trustworthy. That I often tell lies to better manipulate. But... She's here. She came back to my side because we promised each other to always be together."

"A simple promise does not allow the dead to come back to life." - Diluc leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms in front of him. - "You must grieve." - Kaeya sighed, suddenly more exhausted than ever. You felt bad for him, for his friends. Maybe... Maybe you could convince Diluc of his brother's sincerity? You tried your best, slowly getting up and approaching Diluc. Your head rested gently on his thigh, drawing his attention to you. Your eyes remained locked in his, never blinking. Wasn't it said that if the face is the mirror of the soul, the eyes are the interpreters? The longer Diluc stared at you, the more you could read the doubt rising in him. Soon he uncrossed his arms and slowly moved a hand towards you. His fingers brushed against you, gently caressing your features. You whispered to him to believe in Kaeya, again and again. - "This is... impossible..." - Kaeya looked at you, stunned. - "Believe... the? y/n, is it really you?" - The shock upset Kaeya who abruptly got up from the table, knocking his glass, which spilled on the floor.

"Did you hear him?! Diluc, tell me you heard it!"

"I-I did... faintly... like a whisper on the wind..." - Jean and Lisa came out of the tavern completely panicked.

"What's going on?! Is everything okay?" - Jean asked as she cautiously approached the two men. Diluc merely nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off you. Eventually he stood up, shaking.

"I... will clean up." - He passed by Kaeya and whispered to him: - "We'll talk about this later." - Kaeya struggled to breathe, his eyes did not leave his brother until he disappeared inside the tavern. He was now in a hurry to get back to his brother...

It had been dark for several hours. Kaeya was peacefully patrolling outside the walls of Mondstadt, a bright smile on his lips. After a short discussion with Jean and Lisa, Diluc had convinced them that everything was fine and that he could continue to do his job as usual.

"I know I'm repeating myself y/n, but you were amazing. I still don't know how you got Diluc to hear you." - You walked alongside Kaeya, honoring your promise to stay within sight of him.

"I don't know either... I just wished it very hard. I wanted so badly... I wanted you to be able to lean on someone other than me. I can't stand to see you alone and tired anymore." - Kaeya suddenly stopped, kneeling before you. His eyes shone with love and his smile exuded tenderness.

"I've never been lonely, y/n. Not since I found you."

"Maybe... but I could see the relief in your eyes when your brother realized I was really me."

"That's true. Hmph, who would have thought that of all the people around me it would be Diluc who would serve as my support." - You rubbed your muzzle against his nose.

"He always supported you, he just had a different way of showing it." - His hand came to rest under your jaw to hold your muzzle up to him. His lips placed a kiss on your muzzle.

"You've always been so optimistic. That's what I love most about you. That and then also, the fact that you're an insufferable little pain in the ass." - You blew in his face, which made him giggle happily.

But Kaeya's laughter quickly stopped when he saw your body tense up. Your ears had perked up, searching for where the sound of fighting and screaming in pain was coming from.

"y/n? What's going on?" - Worried, Kaeya wanted to lay a reassuring hand on you, but he had no time. Your paws were leading you at full speed towards the one who was probably in danger. - "Y/N! No - No - No! Come back! It's dangerous!" - He lunged after you.

In the distance was a man wearing an outfit identical to the apostles of the abyss. He was standing over another man lying on the ground. His red hair was tied back in a ponytail and his face was partially covered by an owl mask. He appeared to have been badly wounded in the abdomen by the spear held by his assailant. You recognized that smell, the smell of Diluc. You ran faster, barking at the individual and baring your fangs to keep him away from your friend. You didn't want Kaeya to lose another person she cared about, so you stood over Diluc, growling fiercely and threatening to bite him if he came even a little bit closer. Diluc looked at you, forbidden and frightened by your intervention that was sure to put you in danger.

"Go away... He's *cough* dangerous..." - You barked at the man who was approaching with a threatening step towards you both.

"Get away from him!" - You shout at him, knowing full well that he couldn't hear you.

"Oh~ Interesting." - You backed away a little further, getting closer to Diluc's face as he searched for his claymore, which had fallen a little further away. This man was not normal. He had heard you, you were sure. - "Now there's a creature worth looking into. Hm~ Dead or alive, it doesn't matter, just dissect you to learn more." - He swept you violently with a blow from his spear, sending you landing a few feet away, blood spurting out of your nostrils.

"No!" - Diluc shouted. And it was his scream that drew Kaeya to you. His eyes reflected the horror of the scene. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw your body lying on the ground, covered in blood.

"y/n... No... not that... Not again... this is a nightmare... y/n! " - Machinally, he conjured his sword in his hands. Diluc tried to reach for his claymore again, but the stranger stopped him by thrusting his spear into his thigh, piercing it until the blade went right through him and into the ground beneath him. The cry of pain pierced Kaeya's ears, and she immediately charged at his enemy with a face veiled in hatred and the need for vengeance. - "You bastard!" - In order to stop the cryo user's assault, the spearman tore his spear from Diluc's thigh, who groaned painfully before passing out from the heavy blood loss. He blocked Kaeya's attack as easily as if he had been a common insect. Finally, he sent a violent kick into his stomach, ejecting him to your body. Kaeya coughed, tears in his eyes. His jaw tightened as he turned his eyes to you, lying beside him, unconscious and possibly dead. He struggled to raise his hand to you, caressing your face. The spearman thrust his weapon between him and you, forcing Kaeya to see his reflection on the blade stained with Diluc's blood.

"Kaeya. I am disappointed in you. Really." - Kaeya looked up with horrified eyes at the man towering over him.

"... Father?" - The man laughed, a hint of cruelty in his soul. He finally removed the hood that covered his face.

"I am sending you here to accomplish a mission. I manage to get you to infiltrate one of the most important families in Mondstadt. And you, the best thing you can do is to take a liking to the heir of this family and the inhabitants of this city. Have you forgotten what they did to us Kaeya!? Khaenri'ah was destroyed because of them! You were supposed to infiltrate them, spy on them, give us the advantage! And all this time, what did we get from you? Nothing! Silence!" - His face went from anger to hilarity. - "We don't like traitors, son. You're no better than that royal guard strutting around Teyvat trying to stop us. The reason I'm here today is to put an end to this." - Kaeya's breath caught. Divided between fear, hatred, revenge, sadness, he did not know what to think. Faced with Kaeya's silence, his father pulled his spear from the ground, placing it right above his face. Kaeya closed his eyes, defeated. - "After all, you are long dead to me." - As he lowered his spear toward his son, excruciating pain shot up his leg. You had risen suddenly, snarling fiercely at his shin, which you had violently grasped in your maw.

"Kaeya! Don't let him get to you!" - Shocked, Kaeya took some time before grabbing his sword in his hand again, flaying his father's thigh as he lunged to get you away from him.

"Damn you, spirit!" - His spear flew at you, and he surely would have killed you if Diluc's claymore hadn't fatally pierced his abdomen. You let go of his leg as Diluc withdrew his blade from him, leaving the man's body to fall heavily to Kaeya's side. You joined him painfully, your aching body sure to have a few broken bones. With your head against Kaeya's chest, you couldn't stop your squeaks of pain and sadness from coming out of your throat. Kaeya tried to soothe you with caresses. Diluc, who was holding his belly wound with his hand to stop the bleeding, approached you both before sitting down painfully in front of you.

"Stupid... I told you to stay close to me, no matter what happens."

"Don't call me stupid, you fool. Diluc would have died if I hadn't cut him off."

"Shut up a little. You're both idiots." - Diluc muttered, exhausted. The silence that followed was not heavy, quite the opposite. The three of you were beginning to laugh painfully, the wounds reawakening with the vibrations of your laughter.- "What do we do with him?" - Diluc asked, pointing with his chin to the lifeless body lying next to Kaeya.

"I will take him to the headquarters of the Favonius knights and explain the situation to them. Khaenri'ah, my father, me. I'll tell them everything and..." - You screamed as a firm hand gripped the skin of your neck. His father's inert body trapped you in his grip as he slowly sank into a dark, muddy puddle, taking you with him. Kaeya had grabbed your front paws and was holding you to the surface while Diluc tried to pull away the hand that was clinging to you. - "Drop it!" - Kaeya shouted. You sobbed, moaning Kaeya's name. - "y/n, it's okay... It's okay... I won't let go of you." - He didn't believe it for a moment and you could feel it in the tremors in his voice. Diluc let go of the hand that was tearing at your skin, to hastily get up. He ran to pick up his claymore, which he had planted in the ground a few moments earlier, and returned to slice the arm that was holding you down. Too late, only your muzzle remained on the surface thanks to Kaeya's grip on your legs. - Diluc! Don't worry, I'll come back with her! Warn the others. Tell them to find a way to reopen a portal at this exact location!" - Kaeya gave her brother one last, desperate look before letting herself be dragged down into the abyss with you.

"KAEYA! Y/N!" - Diluc felt the ground, looking for any opening. Nothing. So he did as his brother, his friend, had asked. He rushed to Mondstadt, forgetting his wounds, forgetting the pain. He had to find the traveler and Venti, or rather Barbatos. They were the only ones who could save you both.

"Kae-"

Kaeya stirred painfully.

"Kaeya!"

He gasped, opening his eyes and gulping in a deep breath of air.

"Where-Where are we?" - He looked around the place. Everything was dark and eerie. A thick purple haze obscured the floor he was sitting on and the only illumination in the room turned out to be a dim flame of the same color. - "The abyss?" - Remembering why he was here, Kaeya looked around for you. - "y/n! You have nothing...- When he finally found you, the emotion took his breath away. There you were, sitting next to him, wearing the body you had before you died. Kaeya dodged all the questions that came to his mind to lock you in his arms, crying against your shoulder. Your hands gently caressed his back. - "How... How is this possible?" - He stepped back, cupping your face. - "y/n... I-"

"I know. I don't understand it either. When I woke up, I was already like this and my wounds were completely healed." - He tenderly stroked your hair, noticing after a few minutes that you were completely naked. Kaeya sniffed. He gently stood up and took your hand in his to help you.

"We need to get you some clothes." - You nodded, your cheeks flushed with modesty. - "Come on, there's a light down the hall." - He helped you walk on your slightly wobbly legs by wrapping your arm around his neck. As soon as you both reached the end of the hallway, Kaeya asked you to wait for him at the entrance. He wrapped the fur he always carried around your shoulders before pulling out his sword and stepping as quietly as possible into the dimly lit room. Strange noises were coming from the room. Rumbling, gurgling, the sound of liquid boiling on the fire. Even the decoration was unpleasant. Dragon heads hung on the wall, strange yet familiar plants in Kaeya's mind were drying in front of an alchemy table. Further on, on a long stone table, lay a kind of puppet whose head was covered with long blond hair. And then there was this person with his back to him, hidden by a cloak reflecting the stars, stirring a long wooden ladle in a cauldron.

"Took you two a while to wake up." - Kaeya gasped, alert. A woman's voice. Yet she hadn't turned around for a moment to check who was approaching her. - "Well, what are you waiting for? Take the clothes lying on that chair and give her something to warm up." - Kaeya looked at the chair set up not far from the strange woman. He slowly moved forward to grab the clothes, the sword in front of him in case this woman decided to trap him.

"y/n..." - He held the clothes out to you without taking his eyes off her. As soon as you grabbed them to get dressed, Kaeya resumed a more defensive posture. - "Who are you? A witch?"

"Witch? No, I'm an alchemist." - Slowly, she turned back to you, pulling down her hood to reveal her face.

"Impossible... Rhinedottir? What are you doing here?! In the abyss?!" - Kaeya advanced his blade until it touched the alchemist's neck, who did not tremble for a moment.

"Come on, lower your weapon Kaeya. Is this how you thank the one who saved you and gave that girl a body again?"

"What? Why?" - Rhinedottir chuckled before turning back to her cauldron.

"I guess... I was bored?" - She motioned for you both to sit in the chairs not far from her. - "Settle down. You're going to have to stay here for a while before those on the surface come to rescue you. Time acts differently in the abyss."

Two days later.

Barbatos, alerted by Diluc to the arrival of the abyss on his land and the disappearance of two of its inhabitants, brought to his side the two archons with whom the traveler had managed to establish a strong friendship. Offering his help, Albedo also proposed to study the remains of the portal in order to understand its functioning. With the help of Timaeus and Sucrose, Albedo was able to quickly unravel the mysteries surrounding the doors to the abyss.

Barbatos was surrounded by his friends from Mondstadt, but also by the traveler, Morax and Shogun Raiden. Some had joined them to lend their strength, their elemental powers. All of them were watching the runes that the three alchemists were drawing on the ground, surrounded by seven large circles represented by an element.

"Well, everything should work perfectly." - Albedo whispered more to himself than to the others. - "The elemental energy of the archons should be enough to make the portal work. Aether, everything will go through you. You must channel their energies and those of the others into you. For a brief moment, this should allow you to call upon your powers, the one that sits among the stars." - Aether slowly nodded and stood in the center of the circle. Paimon watched him step forward, worried about what might happen to his best friend if this went wrong.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" - Venti shouted to the participants. Morax and Baal stepped forward to the rings that were meant for them. Barbatos did the same. Farther on, Diluc, who had been cared for by Jean, went to join the circle bearing the pyro sign. Mona went to the hydro, Baizhu to the Dendro element and finally Eula, to the cryo. Once he had made sure everyone was in place, Venti signaled the archons to activate the runes.

"Two months already. How time flies. And it's already time to part ways."

"Rhinedottir... Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" - You tell him, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"No~ I don't belong on the surface yet... You, on the other hand..." - His hand caressed the mark on your neck. A dark star that Rhinedottir had carved into you, like a signature, after creating your body. - "It's time for you to find your people. They are waiting for you."

"Thank you, witch." - Kaeya teased.

"You're welcome, little prince." - And with her words, she pushed you both into the portal that had just opened in the wall behind you...

"There they are!" - Shouted a female voice.

"Kaeya! y/n!" - Diluc's voice brought you both back to reality. When you opened your eyes, the moon was high in the sky.

"Ah~ no need to shout, I can hear you..." - Kaeya grumbled.

When you straightened up, all eyes were on you. Jean was the first to step forward, hugging you affectionately.

"See Jean, I told you I wasn't crazy."- Scoffed Kaeya.

"It's a miracle." - Jean's tears flowed against your neck. Gently, she released you to look at you better. It was then that Venti noticed something on your neck. As he moved forward to get a better look, his fingers brushing your skin, his horrified eyes turned to Zhongli and Ei who simultaneously frowned. Venti finally turned his attention to Albedo, who cautiously approached the archon before kneeling before you and watching. He whispered...

"Rhinedottir..."

"I'm glad to see you both are doing well. Excuse me, I need to have a little chat with my classmates." - Venti stepped away, giving you one last reassuring smile before walking away, dragging with him archons and followers who had followed their master to discuss the danger that threatened Teyvat.

Kaeya stood up heavily, helping you to your feet. After many hours of discussion with their friends, they finally let you go home to rest.

A few weeks later. NSFW

Your hand moved back, leaving behind the mark carved on your neck. Your eyes focused on your reflection. You picked up the brush you had placed on your dressing table a few minutes before to continue brushing your hair. Your mind kept drifting to Kaeya...

"Kaeya..." - Strong arms immediately encircled your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

"Yes?" - Closing your eyes, you smiled tenderly as you felt his lips kiss your jaw.

"I didn't hear you come in. Did your day go well?" - Your hand caressed his arm.

"As usual. Jean entrusted me with a bunch of paperwork to read and sign, the young knights pestered me to train with me, and Diluc lectured me about my drinking."

"And he is quite right!" - Kaeya showed you a sulky look through the mirror.

"Everyone in this city is against me." - You chuckled softly.

"You know very well that's not true."

"It is true."

"It's not true!" - He grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, pulling away from you when he ran out of air.

"It's true... You optimistic little pain in the ass..." - Never had a smile been so sweet, so loving and so seductive as Kaeya's. He linked his lips to yours again, kissing and nibbling them languidly. His hands grabbed your waist to lift you from your chair, separating from your mouth for a moment to turn you to face him. He abruptly pushed everything on your dressing table to settle you there. His mouth found yours, eager for your taste. His hands slowly moved up your nightgown along your thighs to your hips. Then, he attacked your straps, discovering your chest free of any support. His lips left yours to go down along your neck, stopping a moment on your mark, that he licked greedily before continuing his descent towards your breasts. In return for all his attentions, you too unbuttoned his top and pants, revealing the need he was in. Kaeya moaned against your breasts, reacting to your hand on his member. He quickly moved away from you so that he could more easily remove the underwear that was still a barrier to him. He threw the lingerie away before wrapping your legs around his hips. - "Be mine, y/n, forever."

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Broken wings: Yandere Madrigal Family with fem reader (could be considered a part 3 of my hidden series

Warning: This will contain Harsh content do not read if sensitive

Dedicated to: @astroayanna and @madhatteranimation

Mirabel and Camilo are Romanic the rest are platonic

As Y/N tried to make it to the kitchen she gave a pleading look towards Julieta “ A little help would be nice” said Y/N with a slight sarcastic tone. Julieta turned her attention to the struggling girl as she slowly walked towards her. “Maybe you'll think twice when you try to leave,” stated Julieta gravely. Then she turned to Luisa “could you help get Y/N to her seat dear”. Nodding Lusia gently scooped up Y/N into her arms and set her down at the dinner table. As the rest of the family filed in she noticed that Camilo was missing. Shrugging Y/N focused back on her food as she listened in on the families arguing.

As more and more time passed Y/N’s legs started to heal again, which meant a tad bit more freedom than before. Peering out of Bruno’s tower, Y/N didn't notice the figure that stood behind her. “Y/N!” Antonio stated Happily “Will you come play with me? Everyone's busy today”. Laughing nervously, Y/N scratched the back of her neck “Well I guess, but won't everyone be mad?” Grabbing Y/N’s hand Antonio tugged Y/N towards his Jaguar “Dont worry about it, it's not like you're leaving anyway. Anyways, hop on!” As the pair descended down the stairs Y/N couldn't help but feel as though something horrible was about to happen.

Smiling nervously Y/N crouched down to Antonio level “So what do you want to play?” “Hide and seek!” Immediately Y/N’s smile dropped, she always seemed to get hurt while playing that game. “Ok..”. Smiling Antonio pushed Y/N away from him “I’ll start! One. Two…” Realizing what Antonio was doing Y/N ran towards the giant tree house. Ducking behind a group of trees Y/N finally stumbled to a stop. Moving some vines there seemed to be a hole in the wall that was just big enough for her to fit in. Looking behind her she could see that Antonio was almost done counting “screw it.” Y/N mumbled to herself as she stepped into the crevice. Moving the vines back to where they originally were Y/N nervously sighed “Ready or not here I come!”.

“You're not here, alright I give up!” Antonio shouted. Silence. Antonio's smile faltered and as he took a step back “Did you hear me?I give up!”. Still nothing. Frowning, Antionio ran out of his room looking for the rest of his family. “Mamá, I think I lost Gi..” Antonio whined “What!” Pepa screamed as she marched towards Antonios room, the rest of the family following. Slamming the door open a manic grin stretched across the older woman's features “Where are you Y/N” Pepa sung. The group heard the noise of a twig snapping and turned. There stood Y/N looking frightened and confused. Quickly Y/N was harshley grabbed the arm. “Have you not learned your lesson or will we have to do something worse to you?” Before Y/N could answer Camilo interrupted “Maribel and I can handle it from here mamá” Camilo said while pulling Y/N towards the direction of his room, Mirabel following.

When they reached Camilo’s room, Mirabel threw Y/N against the wall causing her to yelp in pain. “I swear that I wasn't trying anything. I just got stuck in my hiding place.” Y/N started frantically as she waved her hands in front of her. “Tch, tch, I’ve always hated liars” Camilo growled as he grabbed Y/N’s chin. “But I'm not lying, ask Antonio, we were playing hide and seek!”. Frowning Mirabel pulled a dagger from underneath her skirts. Grabbing Y/N’s arm Mirabel slashed it, “You never seem to learn” Mirabel mumbled she squeezed Y/N’s wound causing her to yelp in pain. The harder and harder Mirabel squeezed the more Y/N’s screams of agony seemed to grow. Finally Camilo stepped in “I think she’s had enough, she looks like she’s about to pass out.” Frowning, Mirabel let go of Y/N’s arm. Holding Y/N bridal style Camilo placed the crying girl on his bed. Weeping Y/N turned away from the pair and pulled the covers over her head. Satisfied, Mirabel turned towards Camilo “I'll see you tomorrow.” with that Mirabel exited Camilo's room. Climbing into bed after Y/N, Camilo pulled the crying girl close to him “Let this be a lesson to you mi amor.” Camilo whispered as he squeezed Y/N even tighter. The sobbing died down to mere whimpers than nothing.

“Come on Y/N time to wake up” still nothing. Camilo turned to the rest of the family pouting as if he broke his favorite toy, “I think we broke her.” Frowning, Isabella grabbed Y/N’s chin, “Her eyes are dull” The rest of the family frowned “I guess we broke her.” Dolores whispered.

#yandere encanto #encanto x reader #camilo x reader #encanto camilo #isabela madrigal #mirabel x reader #pepa #dolores #camilo #encanto x reader angst

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 3 years

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So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

#dead by deadlight #dbd the exicitioner #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid Head smut #smut #x reader smut

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sassyhobbits · 3 years

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rowaelin with their first child and they get into that stranger anxiety phase and cry with everyone except when they're in their mothers arms and it's exhausting but also adorable but rowan sometimes feels like a bad dad because his kid doesn't want to be held by him so aelin has to reassure him and then some day this phase is finally over - prompt 😢🥺

ok i adored writing this one. dad rowan is so much fun to work with. i hope everyone enjoys!!

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In his over 300 years, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been awoken by many different things. Whether it was a call to battle while sleeping in a war tent, a summons from his queen late at night, or a lover trying unsuccessfully to disappear quietly before dawn. Yet, none of these manners of waking up had filled him with as much dread as he felt currently.

He was woken in the middle of the night by a shrill shriek coming from the room that adjoined the one he shared with Aelin. In the recent months, what had once been a leisure room had been converted to a nursery for their new baby girl.

It took three years after Aelin’s coronation before they decided to start trying to have a child. It took another year before they were successful. Rowan counted his blessings. He had seen plenty of Fae couples take decades before they finally conceived.

Eliora was four months old now, which meant four months of troubled sleep for both him and his mate.

Rowan was instantly on alert at the sound of his daughter’s cries. He knew that they were no more than a normal babe’s troubles, but his instincts made him tense anyways. He quickly sat up, looking down at his wife quickly to see if she had woken up. Luckily, she still slept, likely beyond exhausted from the mix of raising a child and ruling a kingdom. If Rowan was successful, she wouldn’t have to wake up at all.

He got out of bed and swiftly stepped into the nursery, coming before Eliora’s crib. Her tiny face was pinched up in dainty outrage, small limbs flailing as she cried. Rowan took a deep breath, sending a prayer up to the gods more out of habit than faith at this point, and picked his daughter from the crib. Hopefully, this would be the time he could get her to stop crying.

The little princess shrieked and protested whenever she was in anyone’s arms besides her mother’s. Rowan’s included.

“I’ve got you, my little light,” Rowan whispered to his daughter, cradling her tiny body to his bare chest and lowering himself onto the rocking chair they kept beside her crib. “Everything’s alright.”

Despite his soothing words, Eliora still continued to cry. It broke Rowan’s heart to hear, broke it even more to know that nothing he did could seem to calm her down.

“Please stop crying, love,” Rowan pleaded, threading his fingers through the fine, silvery-blonde hair growing on his daughter’s head. “Your mother is so tired and needs her sleep.”

Unfortunately, even begging didn’t seem to work.

Over the sounds of Eliora’s cries, he heard the door hinges creek, and the sound of bare feet scuffing over stone. Rowan glanced over, finding Aelin walking towards him. Exhaustion weighed down her beautiful face, but her eyes were still full of fondness at the sight of the two of them.

Rowan looked to her apologetically before his face crumpled in defeat. “I can’t get her to stop crying. I’m so sorry, Fireheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Give her to me.”

Rowan handed the squirming bundle of blankets to his wife. Aelin situated their daughter in her arms before she lowered herself on Rowan’s lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist, press a kiss to her shoulder, and begin to rock them.

Quickly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away. Her face unscrewed, looking at Aelin with those wide, Ashryver eyes that she had.

Aelin began to sing a low, Terrasenian lullaby as he continued to rock the three of them. It never ceased to amaze him how good she was with their daughter, how quickly she was able to sooth her temper. He only wished that he could do the same, that Eliora would look at him the same way she looked at Aelin and not scream and scream and scream.

Rowan’s heart was full of love as he watched Eliora’s eyes begin to droop shut at the soothing rocking motion and the sound of her mother’s voice. It wasn’t long before she was once again asleep, the night perfectly silent.

Rowan helped Aelin stand, keeping a hand against her back as she brought their daughter back to her crib and laid her down. Perfect. She truly was perfect.

A gentle hand on his arm drew his attention away from the slumbering babe. Aelin nodded her head towards their room and Rowan dutifully followed, shutting the door quietly behind them.

“I’m sorry, Fireheart,” Rowan said again, drawing Aelin into his arms and kissing her forehead. “I know you’re exhausted.”

“No more so than you.”

Rowan could only sigh, pressing his lips together tightly. His emotions were troubled, and he should have known that Aelin was going to notice. She leaned back slightly, peering up at his face.

“I know what you’re thinking, Rowan, and you’re wrong,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rowan wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t help but ask, “What am I doing wrong?”

He had faced many challenges over his years. Wars and battles and tortures. He had survived them all and came out victorious. And yet, the thing that brought him to his knees, was the fact that he couldn’t bring comfort to his own daughter when she needed it. A baby had finally defeated him.

“You know you’re not doing anything wrong,” Aelin said firmly. “The nurses said this happens sometimes. It’s not your fault.”

Rowan had heard this what felt like a thousand times. It did little to soothe his troubles.

Rowan was good at many things. He was a warrior and a general, had stepped confidently into the role of king consort. His hands could kill and heal and build, but they couldn’t get Eliora to stop crying. He couldn’t help but feel that, perhaps, being a father… wasn’t something that he was made for.

It broke his heart to think. He remembered how excited he was when they found out Aelin was finally pregnant, how they cried and kissed and clung to each other, whispering about the future. He had been ecstatic, but also terrified. He knew Aedion, who had welcomed his own son into the world a year before Aelin got pregnant, had felt the same before he was born. But, Aedion hadn’t had the troubles Rowan did. He had stepped into fatherhood gracefully, and his son loved him immensely.

“Hey,” Aelin said, a bit snappily. She put her hand on Rowan’s cheek and urged him to look at her. In those eyes was a familiar fire. “Stop that. I know what’s going through your head. You’re a wonderful father.”

Rowan sighed and hung his head, pressing Aelin’s hand more firmly against his cheek. “How can I be a good father if I have no idea what I’m doing?”

“Do you think I’m a bad mother?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing either,” Aelin said. “Neither did Aedion or Lysandra. No new parent has any idea what they’re doing. It’s part of the job.”

She made it sound so easy. Aelin had always had a knack for that.

“I wonder if there’s some secret behind it,” Rowan mused as Aelin tucked herself back into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso.

He felt his wife shrug. “I don’t know… but if there was, I think it would be to love them. To support them. To do everything in our power to make sure they’re happy.”

“I love Eliora more than life. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“I know, love.” Aelin rolled on the tips of her toes and brushed a soft kiss against Rowan’s mouth. “Now, all you need to do is have patience.”

He chuckled. “Look at you. Who would have ever guessed that Aelin Galathynius would be lecturing me on patience.”

Her grin was a slash of white in the dark. “I’ve been told I’m wise beyond my years.”

“Who the hell has ever told you that?”

“People. Now, will you come back to bed with me?”

“Of course, Fireheart.”

They climbed back under the covers, pressing their bodies close. Aelin fell back asleep almost comically quickly. Rowan wasn’t far behind, holding his wife tightly throughout the night.

…

Another month went by and little changed. Both Rowan and his wife were getting little sleep during the night, leading to some groggy mornings. He had seen Aelin taking short naps at her desk or dozing off when an advisor spoke for too long. She would, of course, deny it if Rowan ever brought it up, so he wisely stayed silent.

Eliora still abhorred being held by anyone except Aelin. The fact that it wasn’t just him brought Rowan a bit of solace. His daughter cried when held by Lysandra or Fenrys or Elide. She had a particularly nasty meltdown last time Lorcan had held her.

“I know, sweet girl,” Aelin had murmured, taking Eliora from Lorcan. “I wouldn’t want to be that close to him either.”

Still, Eliora’s reactions didn’t deter Rowan from trying to hold and soothe her, though he had not yet been victorious. Patience, Aelin had said. It was easier said than done.

The sun had set below the Staghorns hours ago. Eliora was asleep in the nursery, Aelin was treating herself to a long soak in the tub, and Rowan sat in one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room, sharpening and polishing some of his blades.

It was an easy practice to get lost in. The simple, repetitive movements were a welcome distraction. A good way to cool down before bed.

However, his hands froze when he heard a tiny whimper sound from the nursery that quickly morphed into a shrill cry. Eliora.

Rowan placed his blades down on the low table before him, pushing to his feet and quickly striding into the nursery.

Eliora was wiggling as she wailed. Rowan wished he could read her mind so he knew exactly what was bothering her and how he could help. But, all he could do was take a deep, bracing breath and scoop his daughter into his arms.

“What’s wrong, little light?” Rowan whispered, carrying her over to the rocking chair. “What is it?”

Eliora’s only response was to continue crying.

Rowan sighed, wondering how much longer he had before Aelin got out of the bath and came in to calm Eliora down. He had seen Aelin do it countless times. She would take Eliora into her arms, smile down at her, start to whisper nonsense or sing a low lullaby. She made it seem so easy.

“Everything’s alright, Eliora,” Rowan murmured, switching to the Old Language. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you, little love.”

And then, something amazing happened.

Slowly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away to a whimper and then, to nothing at all. Rowan held his breath, worrying that one wrong move would put her back into a fit of hysterics. His daughter slowly opened her eyes and peered up at him.

Rowan smiled down at her. “You’re just as lovely as your mother. Just as stubborn, too.”

And then, as if she understood his little joke, Eliora flashed him a gummy smile. The shift in expression floored him. She had never given him a smile before.

Rowan felt his throat tighten and his eyes begin to burn, but he smiled back at the tears welled up. A tiny laugh escaped his throat. Finally, finally, he had done it.

Eliora’s chubby arms reached up. Rowan held out a finger, letting her wrap a tiny hand around it. He always forgot just how small she was.

“I love you more than you could possibly know, Eliora.”

He was too distracted by his daughter and the little grip she had on his finger to notice that Aelin had entered the nursery until she was almost upon them. Rowan looked up at his wife, knowing that his eyes were still watery and there were likely tear tracks streaking down his cheeks. Regardless, he beamed.

“It would seem, once again, that I was right,” Aelin said with a triumphant smirk.

“As you often are, my love.”

She laughed and dropped a kiss to his forehead before draping her arms over his shoulders, leaning over and watching their daughter, who was studying them with wide eyes. Once again, Eliora smiled. Rowan would never tire of the sight.

“She looks like you when she smiles,” Aelin mused.

“You think?”

She nodded slowly, reaching out and running her knuckles along the smooth curve of Eliora’s cheek. “I still can’t believe she’s ours. She’s just so… perfect.”

“Like her mother.”

Aelin snorted. “Kiss ass.”

“Maybe a little.”

They faded into silence, simply standing there, wrapped up in their little, blossoming family. They stood there until Eliora’s eyes fluttered shut once more and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. One she enjoyed for the entirety of the night.

Rowan didn’t know what he had done to deserve such bliss, but he knew it must have been something good.

#every time i write a baby fic im like #is it obvious that i know next to nothing about babies #rowaelin #my writing #tog

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dirt-cup-draco · 3 years

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Tethered- Fred x Reader

‘Don’t ever scare me like that again’ kiss with Fred where he lives (I’ve been crying about it lately) xoxo @starofthedawn

Your chest was tied up in knots, eyes burning and bile rising in your throat. The dust that permeated the air felt like gravel in your airways and you couldn’t help the wet cough that slipped past cracked lips. Even as you blinked away the tears that were running out, the world remained blurry and unfocused.

After all, how could anything make sense when Fred was face down on the cobblestone. Pieces of the castle you two had called home burying him.

“Lost in my eyes again, Y/N?” Fred asked, a playful tilt to his mouth. You were in the library, head buried in a book and not at all gazing into Fred’s honeyed eyes. You must’ve not heard him come in so when you looked up and saw him you couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed in your chest.

You liked the way his lips were pulled up by an invisible thread as you finally took notice of him. It wasn’t quite a smile, but a familiar expression that you held dear to your heart. It was understated, especially for Fred Weasley, but the expression was one of his most sincere.

“Can’t help the fact you’ve got dreamy eyes, George,”

“Sod off,” Fred said with no real venom, sitting in the chair beside yours and kicking his feet up onto the table. He was lucky Madam Pince didn’t often come to this corner of the library, otherwise she’d have his head.

You stuck your tongue out at him, even daring to toss a quill at his head- but before you could he caught your hand and held on tight. Your bright grin wavered at the edges but that joy was still blooming in your chest. Suffocation was a sure thing.

“Everything okay, Freddie?” Voice soft, slow. You understood sometimes he just needed a hand to hold and you wouldn’t let yourself believe it was more than that. What it was, was Fred trusting you and needing you as a friend and that was more than enough.

He nodded, his eyelids heavy and his demeanor sluggish. He almost seemed like a sleepy cat but you could see the way his shoulders dipped as you posed your question.

Fred squeezed your hand as he sank down into his chair, knees now drawn to his chest in a protective ball. “Course I am, nothing could ever be wrong when I’ve got you to tether me to what’s good,”

Your knees buckled as you stumbled the last foot to where Fred lay. Unmoving, broken, probably not breathing- You shook your head wildly even as the tears burned and your brain ached. Just like every other wizard, every other soldier at Hogwarts today, you had your fair share of injuries but you felt the pain dull to nothing; Your vision tunneled to the familiar hand that stuck out from the rubble, the feather soft shock of red hair that was visible under all the grey, lifeless stone.

With a flick of your hand, some of the rubble broke loose and found themselves discarded on the burned and torn up grass ten feet from you. The panic pounding at your ribcage was only eased by the determination you felt to get Fred out of there, alive. There was no other option.

Waves would stand still without the moon, plants would dry up without water, and you would cease to be anything but a shell without Fred Weasley.

It had been an honest mistake at the time, George had tugged you away after class one day to an empty corridor and nearly begged you to ask Fred and put the both of you out of your “self sabotaging misery��. Problem was, all Katie Bell saw was George whisking you away somewhere private a week before the ball was to commence, both of you dateless.

By the time you had both gone to the great hall for lunch, your group of friends were deep into speculations.

“Going to the ball with Y/N then?” Fred fixed George with a look you couldn’t quite decipher but the shock of him thinking such a thing had you missing that usual twitch of his eye when he was aggravated.

George whipped his head to you in confusion but it went unnoticed when Lee said, “Great! Of course you two got dates before me,” gesturing wildly to the twins.

All of the confusion had your head spinning but hearing that Fred had a date to the ball made you steady again, the lead pit in your stomach anchoring you. Anyone would be a fool to not want to go with Fred.

“You’ve got a date?” You said a bit too loudly, eyes narrowed at Fred.

“Asked Angie,”

“Yeah, two minutes ago,” She snorted. “Guess he didn’t want George to beat him by too much of a landslide,”

George let out a too-loud laugh and tossed his arm back over your shoulders. “Take that Lee, we got two of the hottest girls in school to be our dates,”

“Go with me instead and I’ll buy you as many sugar quills as your heart desires, Y/N” Lee bargained and George swatted him on the back of a head with a faux glare.

You couldn’t help but snort at Lee’s antics, looking at George with gratitude. You could tell he was trying to talk you up, keep your heart from falling too far. However, his efforts couldn’t completely ease the ache in your chest. You were tethered to Fred and you didn’t think anything could change that.

You’d done your best to completely immobilize Fred when most of the rubble was removed, only some of the smaller chunks of wall now littered over his legs and back. The immobulus charm had to be enough to keep him stable. If he was still alive.

It was the uncertainty that kept you going in this moment. If there was even a slim chance Fred could be alive, you would do all you could to save him. You refused to lose him and that was that. You wished you could see his chest moving, or any sign of life but he was still too buried and the dust that settled over the battlefield made your eyes unfocused.

Even though the final battle had ended an hour or more ago, how long had it been since you’d found Fred?, you were shut off from any of the joy that the win could have brought you. If Fred wasn’t going to be there to celebrate then how could you?

“We’ve got to fix up the shop a-and get butterbeers,” You sniffled, trying to keep your hands from shaking as you worked your way through the rubble. You kept speaking as if holding Fred to his promises would bring him over the threshold and into your waiting arms.

“You’ve got to give me that birthday present you’ve been bragging about for months, and you’ve got to help me prank Lee for singeing my favorite sweater with one of your fireworks,”

And on and on you went, all of the promises Fred had ever made you falling from your lips as you pulled the last of the rubble from his body. One of his legs and all of the fingers on his right hand were bent at grotesque angles. There was a line of blood that started somewhere behind his hairline and trailed down his temple, dripping off of his jaw and onto the ruins he had nearly become a permanent part of.

You wouldn’t permit your legs to shake as you stood, the sun being further down in the sky than you remembered. The wave of your wand was light and methodical even as every step towards help weighed you down.

Time passed you without you taking note, the sun sank beneath the horizon and you stumbled your way through the dark. Eventually, you were taken off guard by the light of someone’s wand. Time caught up to you then as you stared with bleary eyes, trying to recognize the face before you but having a hard time sorting anything in your over exhausted brain.

“Help him,” Was all you had energy for, before darkness took over.

“...understand how she did it,”

“...miracle, really,”

“Poor girl must’ve....”

Conversations floated around your head as you lay cemented underneath the sheets that you had been securely wrapped in. You wanted nothing more than to swat them away like pesky flies, the voices weren’t loud but to you it was as if someone had put a speaker in the empty space of your skull and turned the volume up as high as it could go. Everything ached.

“Am I dead?” You croaked, eyelids still too heavy to even attempt opening.

Immediately, a woman nearly screamed and a cacophony of other voices rose up- both familiar and not.

“You look like you wish you were,” Someone joked to your left and your eyes snapped open so quickly you became dizzy. You felt frozen in place as honey eyes swept over you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Despite being covered from the chin down you felt as if you were being looked through. A shiver ran down your spine and it was followed by a deep ache that had you groaning despite the emotions bubbling up within you.

“Damn you Fred,” Was all you had to say before everyone else around you was clearing out. For a split second you felt guilt when you realized your parents as well as the Weasleys had come to stand beside you as you healed.

“I’ve come back from the brink of death and that’s what you have to say to me?” He teased but his voice was torn to shreds and you had the terrible image in your mind of him screaming for help until he lost consciousness. The blood drained from your face.

Fred seemed to take notice as he shuffled out of his bed that was right next to yours. He paused at the edge, fumbling for the crutches that were at his bedside. It felt like years the time it took for him to fall into the chair nearest you, his hand stretching for yours.

You moved pathetically against the sheets but in your weakened state you couldn’t grasp his hand. “Freddie,” You croaked, eyes filling with tears in frustration. You’d thought him dead and now you couldn’t even move a damn blanket to touch him, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m here,” He reassured, moving the sheets on your side gently until your hand was free and you could tangle your fingers with his non-broken hand.

“How?”

“I’ve been telling you for years now, you’re my tether. Just when I thought I was going to cross over, I heard you. All the promises we made, and all the chaos we have yet to make, all the things I haven’t said,” Fred’s bottom lip trembled as he brushed his thumb over your scabbed knuckles. You were faintly aware of a needle in your forearm, attached to an IV but all that mattered was the warmth you felt from Fred.

“You could break them all and I’d still be counting my lucky stars that you’re here,” You cried, falling into a coughing fit. Fred was quick to press a still cold glass of water into your hands and help you sit up even from his place on his chair.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He promised, hand remaining at the back of your neck as he settled you against your pillows. That genuine not-smile was back and you chewed on your lip to keep from crying again. You still weren’t sure he was here so any reminder that it was really him had you at a breaking point.

“Can you make me one more promise then?” You caught his gaze but found you couldn’t hold it, the intensity making your stomach swoop and your heart pound against your rattled ribcage.

Fred had yet to move, his hand steady behind you and his face close. Your noses were nearly touching as he said, “Anything.”

“Don’t scare me like that ever again,”

You chanced one more look at him, eyes wide and pleading. You were going to make him promise on everything in him but the rest of your words were lost when you stumbled over the loud adoration in his eyes. As if on autopilot, you removed your hand from his to brush your fingertips against a gash on his cheek.

“Never again,” He whispered, frozen in place. He didn’t dare move when you let your movements wander over his lips, taking your time before you let your hand fall against the junction of where his shoulder met his neck. Beneath the collar of the hospital gown you could see garish bruising that only served as another reminder you’d almost lost him.

That was enough to remind you that there was much unsaid between you and the man you loved. You could feel his shaky breath, his hand squeezing yours just enough that you felt the reassuring pressure. When you took your third look at those eyes, you knew.

You moved at the same time, in tune to one another in a way you always have been. It was with a sigh that your lips met, frightened and curious and wonderful. You were careful of his head would as you played with the hair at the back of his neck and he made sure not to move you anymore than tilting your head to slot your lips against his at a better angle.

Fred pulled away when his smile dared to take over his face but you couldn’t complain about the loss when you could feel his pulse beating strongly against your fingers, his chest moving steadily with life.

“I’m just as tied to you as you are to me,” You laughed softly, in disbelief.

Fred looked surprised for all but a second before he was placing his lips against yours, cautious but deliriously happy.

Waves swayed with the moon, plants flourished with water, and you were never far from Fred Weasley. Each were tethered to their counterpart and nothing could change it.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #angst #fluff #fix it fic lets be honest #sorry this took me so long lovey #ur the light of my life #changed some things #canon divergence #yall notice that i cant end anything #my endings suck lmao

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crystalcow · 3 years

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Masterlist // dreams child ml

Even the good children get hurt..

Dream x reader !p !child reader // THIS POST WAS INSPIRED BY @smolbox-png

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, fighting, therapy

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“Thank you for this.. Puffy.” The teenager looked up to the older women, fear and pain set and plastered within them.

“I saw the request for your case, and I couldn’t bear to turn you down. Now would you like to start?” They slumped down in the chair putting their head into their palms. Faint scars from the egg vines visible on the open skin.

“My father was a good man before everything, but there were times where.. He wasn’t okay.”

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Age 6

The small child scoured throughout the brick house, peaking inside the different brown chests. They grabbed everything they could find useful, shears, emeralds, and paper.

They took all the materials running back to their room, bumping into a tall figure on the way. “Hey hey hey, where do you think your going?” Sapnap teased bringing the child up into his arms.

“Working on a little project..” They whispered into his ear, the man grinned playing along. “What kind of project?” Y/n giggled cupping Sapnaps ear, “It’s a secret, you can see it when it’s done tho!” He nodded putting them down, ruffling their hair before letting them go.

Hounding the bag over their head, placing it down on the small table Sam built. The wood was adorned with different drawings and writing, ‘ᗪ𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 Ƭ𝖾𝖺𝗆’ carved into it from the help of Dream.

They grabbed one of the colored pencils that were scattered onto table, drawing different designs on the paper. Once they settled with something they liked, they grabbed the extra clay they found molding it into a bowl like shape.

Carefully grabbing the shears, carving a similar look as to what was on the paper to the clay, admitting a quiet whimper as the blade cut their finger. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.. Daddy doesn’t cry when he gets hurt! Be like him.”

They continued to impede themselves from crying, wrapping the bloodied finger in a bandage wrap. Once they finished healing their finger, they grabbed the clay mask bringing it up to the light. Satisfied with the result, rushing to Sapnap.

“Uncle Sapnap! Lookie!” Sapnap jumped off the counter placing the child onto the nearby stool. “Oh shi-taki mushrooms.. Kiddo, this looks great!” He smiled at the child, adorning their craftsmanship. “The time with bad and Skeppy really did the trick.”

His smile quickly turned into a frown, viewing over at the beeping communicator.

‘Sapnap where are you?’

‘Get over here Lmanburg ASAP’

‘SAPNAP THE BRITS ARE USING DRUGS’

He scoffed helping Y/n down from the counter, “Wanna go help uncle Sapnap and your dad beat some child asses?” The raven haired male asked as the child eagerly nodded. “Too bad, maybe next time kiddo.” He ruffled their hair once again earring a slap on the shoulder.

“Cmon, let’s go see Bad and Skeppy.” The pair was ready to go out, as the beeps started once again. “Your pops can be really freaking annoying.” He looked down, laughing as they nodded.

‘Sapnap where the fucking hell are you’

‘Chill man, I’m taking care of YOUR kid’

‘Take them back home, we lost.’

He tatted his foot on the ground biting the inside of his lip. “Never mind I guess, run off to your room. I’m gonna have to deal with some shit..” They shrugged ready to go fix up anything with the mask.

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Minutes had passed by, loud slams and slashes could be heard coming from downstairs of the community house. “Where the fuck are my damn emeralds! Sapnap, George!” Their head perked up at the sound of Dreams voice, making them smile being proud of the creation that laid infront of them.

A knock on the door brought them out of their lucid state. “You’re back!” They giggled as dream entered the room, his mask was pushed so only half of his face was showing. A snarl was plastered, eyes looking down and dreadful. “Hey look I made something.”

Dream looked around the room and spotted the green gems spread around the table. “There’s my emeralds, what did I say about touching my fucking stuff. You have to ask permission! My one fucking rule is ask damn permission.” He punched the wall in frustration, causing the little one to jump from their seat.

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, actually I made something.” They pursed a smile, whilst shaking in fear. “You failed at the first part, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Lchildburg is on its high horse, that damn Wilbur soot and that prit.” The man continued to mutter to himself. He grabbed the first thing he could find, before throwing it to the wall he had just previously punched.

Y/n screamed cowarded into the corner, as the mask they had previously made now in shatters on the floor. Sapnap and George came rushing into the room after hearing the loud crash, George immediately running to the crying child. “What the fuck happened!” Sapnap squalled, appalled at the sight.

George cradled them closer to him, the shoulder of his shirt soaking up the tears. “Dream, what the hell did you do to them?” The blonde suddenly felt aware of the situation, embarrassed, pulling the mask over his eye once again. “I didn’t hurt them..” He muttered, Sapnap dragging him out into the hallway.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen when we’re not here.”

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“So, did he take your anger out on you frequently?” Puffy asked writing small notes down into the file. “Not necessarily, there were just times.” She sighed, pushing forward the previously set biscuits and cookies from Nikkis Bakery.

“Times? As of multiple?” They nodded fidgeting with the hem of their clothing. “Would you like to continue?”

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I want to remind everyone that this is purely fictional’ and deals with CHARACTER dream! The actual person would never do any of these things!

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Steve//don’t look away until it’s gone

hey! based off this song! which is soooo good! is there anything luke hemmings can’t do? i don’t think so. anyway. enjoy!

Steve wakes up with a start, his eyes wide and breathing ragged as he looks frantically around his darkened room. Memories of the past three years play behind his eyes, making him worry that he’s still there, stood in the mall, beaten, bruised and drugged with his best friends, watching what he thought was the end of the world.

But then he see’s through the trauma, and manages to make out the desk that hasn’t been used since he graduated, the blurry lamp and picture frame remind him that he is home, and that for now, he is okay.

“Are you okay?” He smiles when he hears the sleepy mumble of your voice and he pulls his eyes away from the door, silently telling himself that the jacket hung on the hook is just that, that he isn’t 5 years old and that monsters do exist, but they don’t look like that.

His eyes meet yours and you blink tiredly at him before yawning and scratching the back of your neck. The shirt you stole from him rides up a little, exposing a sliver of skin and his eyes are instantly drawn to it, it makes his breath hitch and you furrow your eyebrows, kicking the rest of the blanket off you and sitting beside him.

He moves to allow you to get in, because why wouldn’t he and his arms instantly wrap around your waist, pulling you close and allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

The sudden movement brings heat to your cheeks when you realize just how close you are to him, but when you feel him sigh underneath you, you understand why he’s so desperate to touch you. He needs to feel grounded, and so do you.

Your eyes flutter closed, hoping to get at least an hour of sleep before you have to go home and pretend that everything is okay. But then you see Steve beaten and bruised, you hear Robin screaming and you can feel the hurt that El and Joyce are going through. You showered for at least an hour, trying to scrub all of the blood and dirt off your body, but the smell of death and fire still lingers, a part of you thinks it always will.

And so your eyes snap open and you stare at the blank wall in front of you.

“Steve?” You mumble. “Are you okay?” You repeat and he hums a reply while staring at the desk again.

He pulls away and you shiver at the loss of contact. After what you’ve seen, the only thing you want is to be held and reminded that you are alive, you are here and you will see the sun rise again. Instead of sleeping, you’ve been waiting for the first rays to shine through Steve’s curtain, hoping and praying that when they do finally arrive, you’ll be able to breathe again.

“Do you ever feel like the world is just moving on and leaving you behind? Like it’s 1985 and I still have no idea what I want to do, where I’m going or what I’m going to do when I get there?”

“Yea-”

“And I try to think what I’ve done for the past 19 years, and I’m missing so many memories and the ones I can remember just don’t feel like they’re mine. It’s like they’re all blurred and warped and I can see them, but I can’t feel them. I remember them, but I don’t remember living them. And the more I think, the more I forget and it feels like the walls are closing in on me and I’m running out of time to do anything. Most people my age are getting a degree, they have jobs some are even getting married, but well, I’m not.” He rambles, his breathing getting faster with each word and you place your hands on his shoulders to force him to look at you.

“Steve. Steve? Look at me.” You say and he stares at you, his brown eyes full of fear and your expression softens as your stare at your best friend. “Steve. Everything is going to be okay.” You hug him tightly and he sighs, his eyes flutter closed as he lets himself get lost in you, for just a second, he feels like everything is going to be okay. He desperately wants to believe you, you’re Y/n, his best friend since you were both 2 and the only person who has never let him down, so why would you lie to him?

Well, he thought monsters only existed in fairytales and he was wrong about that, so who knows.

“I promise.” You add and he looks at you. His headache gets worse when he makes eye contact and he quickly drops it, it hurts too much to look at you. Your own bruised eye reminds him that he didn’t protect you enough, reminds him of another one of his disappointments.

“Do you think I’m broken?” He asks and your lips part. He’s staring at you like you hold the answers to the universe, and to him, you do. Because you’re the most important person in the world, and if you think he’s broken, then it just confirms what he’s always thought.

“Yes.” You nod and his heart breaks. “But I think we all are. I mean it would be weirder not to after everything we’ve been through.” You add and think back to the first time you were dragged into this. You only went to Jonathan’s as back up, just in case the two of them decided that they wanted to fight again, and they did, it’s just they were on the same team.

And now you’re here, three years on and still doing the same thing. Still feeling like you’re winning only for it to come back the following year, stronger and angrier. You can already see your future, you know next year you’ll be fighting again, just just hope that you’ll be here again afterwards.

With each year you watch the town gets smaller. Neighbours, family friends, kids that you graduated with, they’re no longer here. They either moved, or they never got the chance to.

News crews stands on street corners, waiting for someone to walk by so they can get the latest story. They want to know how the town is healing after such a ‘tragedy’, if only they fucking knew.

If only they knew that for the past three years you’ve watched your friends fight and die. You’ve watched the hope leave their eyes, you’ve watched the kids age ten years in ten hours, you’ve seen things nobody should have to see. And you’ve feared for your life more times than any normal person would.

You’ve watched your best friend be beaten and tortured, and spent three hours tied to his lifeless body thinking he was dead, until he let out a horrible, raspy breath that made you cry from both relief and grief. It’s a sound that will haunt your for the rest of your life, it’s something you’ll always be reminded of every time you look at him.

“What are we supposed to do now?”

“Move on, I guess.” You shrug. “Or at the very least try.” You add and he lets out a small laugh.

You lean your head on his shoulder and he rest his own on top. His eye aches, his head hurts and he feels dizzy whenever he breaths, maybe its the concussion, maybe its the fact that you’re so close to him, or maybe it’s a mixture of the two, but he doesn’t mind too much. It reminds him that he’s alive.

The two of you stare out the window and watch as the first signs on sunlight cut through the blue curtains, both of you let out a sigh of relief and he grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze and a small smile pulls at your lips.

“Yeah...okay. We can try.”

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apr1cots · 3 years

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a handful of birthdays

on harry’s 20th birthday, luna brought draco to the pub, but he sat quietly and didn’t talk. harry got far too drunk. memories of the war were fresh and any opportunity to forget led to three too many shots and an extra pint or two of beer. harry didn’t say anything to draco, not even acknowledging him beyond the polite nod of recognition he’d given when draco had sat down. he was too tired to fight anyone anymore and draco just sat enigmatically sipping slowly on a drink harry didn’t recognize.

on harry’s 21st birthday, they were back at the pub but this time draco smiled all night and laughed when harry made stupid jokes. luna rested her head on his shoulder when she got too tired and he held her close. he gave harry a book about curses, promising not to use any of them against him with his signature on the first page.

on harry’s 22nd birthday, draco looked soft in the warm light of ron and hermione’s flat. harry’s heart skipped several beats when draco caught his eye and signaled him to step outside, but settled into a familiar dull ache when draco simply handed him a tin of dark chocolates. “they’re dosed with a potion that will help you sleep.” draco neglected to mention that he’d spent months creating them just for harry and lied about the scar on his left hand that he’d burned in the process. harry watched draco’s lips while he talked, mind reeling, but hugged his friend goodbye at the end of the night.

on harry’s 23rd birthday, ginny begged and begged until he relented and everyone ended up in the middle of a deafening club, dancing raucously, throwing caution to the wind, in a way draco commonly enjoyed criticizing. harry’s heart stumbled when draco appeared at the bar, loud lights changing his white blond hair a million colors, a glass of sparkling water in each hand. everyone screamed when ginny and pansy kissed on the dance floor, but draco laughed knowingly and tugged on harry’s hair to catch his attention before throwing him a wink. disarray dissolved into absolute chaos after that and somehow everyone else was gone at half past midnight and draco offered to walk harry home.

“soooo, our exes are an item i guess.”

“i hardly count pansy as an ex,” draco snorted and harry looked up too quickly when the backs of their hands bumped together.

“still though. it’s…”

“yeah.”

harry floundered for something to say and came up with nothing, but with draco it was okay. they listened to the night and the cars on the street and the happy music spilling out of one fourth floor flat three streets from harry’s place. their hands bumped together twice more, but harry forced his gaze to remain on the sidewalk.

at the entrance to harry’s building, he stalled, turning towards draco and opening his mouth to say something, anything, when draco kissed him.

it was unlike any kiss harry had ever had, washing over him in equal parts panic, shock, delight, and sweet sweet, long-awaited relief. when draco pulled away he smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his own neck with an uncertainty antithetical to the grip he’d had on harry’s neck moments before.

“draco…”

“i’m sorry, i just-“

“no. we should’ve done that a long time ago.”

“really? because-” harry laughed and cut him off, kissing him until neither of them could breathe.

on harry’s 24th birthday, they held hands under the table at the burrow. happiness tickled them all and it was loud in the way that it hadn’t been after the war. after fred and tonks and remus and all of their friends. around the fire that night, they talked about the people they missed in the way that people do when they have wounds that will never heal. but even with a heavy heart, harry fell asleep warm and grateful and with his person, not wishing his world was any different.

on harry’s 25th birthday, draco sat at the foot of his hospital bed, reading a novel and waiting for harry to wake. when he did, draco kissed his cheeks and rolled his eyes at harry making light of the situation. harry forced draco to crawl under the covers with him even though draco had claimed it beneath him. draco’s entire torso fluttered with stupid butterflies when he handed harry the jewelry box.

“merlin, draco is this-”

“i asked if they’d let me keep the bullet when they took it out. they thought i had lost the plot, but I really played up the distressed lover act and they relented.” he helped harry put the necklace on. “i… salazar, this sounds so juvenile but in this book i read they said ‘i’d take a bullet for you,’ and i… fuck, harry, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you.”

on harry’s 26th birthday, he stretched lazily in the italian sun like a cat. draco watched him run down to the water’s edge appreciatively and ignored the puppy dog eyes that begged him to join. they pretended they were strangers but couldn’t keep up the act and laughed eating chocolate-covered strawberries under a thick blanket of stars. harry kissed draco’s neck and hummed contentedly into his warm skin. draco’s hands combed through his messy hair and they talked about their first kiss all those years ago, grinning like fools. fools in love.

on harry’s 27th birthday, they went back to their favorite pub with their favorite people, but didn’t get drunk. they rarely drank anymore and went home at eleven. draco was embarrassed but harry just squeezed his hip and told him he wanted to grow old with him anyways and that they might as well start now.

on harry’s 28th birthday, he sat on the floor of his kitchen with a bottle of dark liquid, half empty and no tears left to cry. he’d been dreading the day for weeks. it didn’t matter who wished him happy birthday, because he knew that the one person who really mattered wouldn’t say a word. his heart ached in a way he hadn’t thought was survivable and in his darkest moments, he still didn’t know how he could possibly keep on living. nothing was right without draco and it wasn’t fair that he felt so empty when draco appeared to be completely fine. how could draco be so okay without him? draco lived in his head, their arguments playing on a loop. but more than that, harry couldn’t stop thinking about the good times, the best times. he couldn’t stop dreaming about the way draco held his hand when they were in public and the way he mouthed the words to whatever book he was reading when he thought no one was watching. harry missed him so badly he couldn’t even breathe.

on harry’s 29th birthday, harry was breathless with laughter in his sitting room with his friends. rose sat on his lap, trying to steal his glasses, while teddy performed a dramatic reenactment of harry running into a pole at the park the day before. someone knocked on the door. he handed rose to her father and was met by draco on his porch. his hair was longer, but he was the same as harry’s draco had always been, sinfully beautifully, with soft eyes and pinked cheeks.

“draco?”

fooooor @drarrymicrofic prompt: bullet

#harry potter #drarry #drarry microfic #yeah so it's my birthday tomorrow #or i guess today since it's after midnight #and yeah i can't stop thinking about how my ex isn't going to be wishing me a happy birthday and it makes me depressed #what about it #also yeah there's an olivia rodrigo reference in there #all hail queen olivia

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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We saw Loki watch y/n cry after his "death", let's reverse roles. Y/n runs happily to him, thinking they won, hugging him, when an arrow goes straight through her heart. He quickly catches her. He can heal her right? He tries but it's hurting her even more. All he can do is watch as his s/o died in his arms. He was going to propose to her. One last I Love You before his brother force him up. He sees her around his room, but she's not really there. He is, with that pain always in his chest.

Word count: 1.982 words Warnings: Angst and death A/N: Not going to lie, it broke my heart a little just thinking about Loki losing his s/o. Thanks for the request, hope you like it!

What’s happening? The battle was gruesome, but it was almost done. The dark elves were almost wiped from the battlefield. Luckily for Loki, cause he had big plans tonight. He became nervous just thinking about it. He still had to write the speech he would give you. Even with his sense for words, he had failed to find the right ones to express how much you meant to him. Turning his thoughts back to the battle he saw that victory was within hand’s reach. He watched as his brother’s hammer knocked down the last remaining elves. He rolled his eyes when he saw his brother show off as always. He quickly searched the battlefield for you. He had lost you half way through the battle, but knew you were able to handle yourself. You were strong and a force not to be messed with, he loved that about you. When he looked around he didn’t see you anywhere. He started to panic. You wouldn’t gotten hurt, right? Or worse? No, no, you wouldn’t. Then he heard your voice and he relaxed immediately. ‘Loki!’ you yelled at him from on top of the hill next to him. He looked up and saw you quickly ran down the hill towards him. He started to ran towards you, he couldn’t wait to have you safe in his arms again. And hopefully after tonight you would be in his arms for the rest of his life. A big smile appeared on your face when you saw him running towards you, and he matched your smile.

Loki stopped in his tracks right at the bottom off the hill opened his arms widely. You were close and he knew how much you liked to jump in his arms. He would catch you and not let you go for a very long time. He froze when he heard you cry out hard, a sudden feeling of pain shot through his chest when he heard the horrible sound. It happened all so fast. He saw an arrow through your heart. Blood started to soak your clothes red and you fell down hard. He heard a sadistic laugh and saw an elf on top of the hill with a bow. The elf was knocked down immediately with a lightning blast. Realizing what had happened Loki immediately rushed to your side. You had pulled the arrow from you and turned on your back. Your breathing was ragged and tears were starting to stream down your cheeks. ‘NO, NO, NO he yelled while examining your wound. ‘Ssh, darling I got you’ he tried to sooth you. He immediately started to work his seidr. He would heal you, he had done it plenty times before. But his wound was more serious than all the others, but if he focused he could do it. He must, he had no other choice.

He was shocked when you started to cry in agony. ‘Hold on, hold on.. I can do this. Just hold on, I can do this’ he started to chant over and over again. He felt you grab his hand and he looked at you. ‘Loki..’ you whispered to him in a weak voice. ‘No, don’t. Don’t you dare!’ you squeezed his hand tighter and he knew he couldn’t fix this. He felt his tears started to flow freely. He held you closer to him ‘I’m so sorry’ he cried. ‘It’s okay, love. Just look at me’ you told him. He gazed into your beautiful blue eyes, you were clearly in pain but your look was full of love when his eyes met yours. ‘Listen, there was nothing you could have done!’ you told him sternly. His mind was racing, if he just abandoned his station and searched for you. If he just saw the elf sooner, if only he… he was interrupted when he felt your hand brushing away the tears from is cheeks. ‘Don’t blame yourself, this wasn’t your fault’ you tried to reassure him. ‘Darling, you can’t leave me. Please don’t leave me’ he begged of you. ‘It’s my time, I guess. Sorry to ruin your surprise tonight’ you chuckled. You smiled weakly at him ‘Hush love, this isn’t forever. I will see you again in Valhalla’ you told him.

He felt your body starting to get colder. You hadn’t much time he realized. He kissed your lips, knowing it would be the last time he could. He poured everything he had into that last kissed. For he loved you more than anything in the world. The way you looked at him like he was the only person in the room. The way you talked, walked and had stood by him through everything. The way your cunning mind challenged him and how you weren’t afraid to speak your thoughts. How your body felt pressed against him in bed, your lips against his. How you trusted him completely, which to Loki was amazing. Nobody trusted him, but you did blindly. When Loki felt your body starting to grow limb he broke the kiss. Your hand retracted from his cheek ‘Don’t forget how much I love you. Until I see you again, my trickster’ you smirked at him. ‘I love you too’ he whispered defeated. He saw your eyes closing and how you exhaled your final breath. Loki just held you and cuddled you closer, he couldn’t stop crying. How could he ever leave you here? How could he live on without you? Why would he even want to? He didn’t know how much time had passed. But his eyes were starting to hurt. He felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder ‘I’m so sorry, brother’ he whispered to him. He felt Thor drag him on his feet, it startled him. He tried to pull out of his grasp, he wasn’t leaving you. ‘Maybe we can do something, there surely must be something to be done! Some people can come back’ he started to argue. Thor’s grip around him tightened ‘We must go brother, it won’t be long before more elves come’. He felt a harsh wind around him and saw the bright colours of the Bifrost. ‘NOOO’ he screamed. I can’t, not without her!

Loki let out a hard sob and jolted awake. He sat up straight. He noticed that he was covered in sweat and his cheeks were wet. He was breathing rapidly. His eyes scanned the room he was in. It was his own room. Why did he dream that? he wondered. He quickly used his seidr to make himself presentable and searched his room again for you. A wave of relief washed over him when he saw you sitting on his bed reading a book. You looked up at him ‘Why so sad, trickster?’ The sound of your voice calmed him down. It was only a dream he told himself. He was probably just nervous about tonight. You got up from the bed and sat down next to him on the couch. ‘What’s wrong, love?’ Loki pulled his hands through his hair, trying to wrap his mind around the strange dream. ‘Nothing, just a nightmare. I- I thought I had lost you on the battlefield with the elves last year’ he whispered. Thinking back about the dream his chest started to hurt again. He heard you giggle ‘Like you could ever lose me. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. Even if that had happened you know I would just come back to haunt you’ Loki laughed ‘I’m sure you would’ Loki finally fully calmed down. ‘Do you want to postpone your surprise tonight? To get some more rest?’ you asked him. ‘No, but to be honest I can’t wait anymore’ after his nightmare he needed to know that you would be by his side forever. He got up and pulled the little box from the jacket he was wearing. He inhaled deeply and bent down to one knee before you.

‘(Y/N)’ he began. ‘I’ve tried to write this speech a hundred times, but I’m starting to think that the words I could use to express how I feel about you don’t exist. Still, I’m going to try. When I saw you I immediately fell for you. You’re sweet, charming, funny and your mind is cunning. I don’t know how, but everyday I fall more and more in love with you. You make my life brighter and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I promise you to love you for the rest of my life and to treat you like the queen you are’ He took another deep breath, the nerves were getting to him. ‘Will you make me the happiest man in the Nine Realms and marry me?’ he asked. He opened the box with a golden ring inside of it. The ring was shaped like a snake almost biting it’s own tail, with a small green diamond for the eyes. You gasped when you saw the ring and tears were starting to form in your eyes. You looked at him like the world around you didn’t exist. ‘Yes, of course I’ll marry you’ you answered in a high pitched voice, your voice when you were excited. He was so relieved to hear you say those words, you would be his wife, his queen, forever. ‘I was planning to do this tonight at a candle light dinner on top of the hill, facing the sunset. But I just couldn’t wait any longer’ He laughed at your giddy excitement. ‘Afraid you would lose me?’ you smirked at him. He knew you were teasing but the comment hurt him physically. ‘Always’ he whispered. How could he not? You were everything to him, life would be pointless without you in it. When he looked up at you, you gave him a reassuring smile. ‘When you put this ring on my finger you can stop being afraid. I’ll always be here’ you reassured him. He took the ring from the box and put it around your ringfinger.

Suddenly wholes with green shimmers started to form on your body. You started to disappear in front of him and the green shimmer started to spread around his entire room. He didn’t understand, his room looked like an absolute mess and you were gone. The ring felt on the ground and the sound was deafening to Loki. Was this some sort of attack? He started to panic How did you disappear? Were you kidnapped? Were you okay? He turned around when he heard someone clear his throat. He saw his brother standing in the door opening. He was relieved to see him, he could help him. ‘THOR!’ he yelled. ‘We need to find (Y/N), I don’t know what happened but she just disappeared and..’ he was cut of when Thor walked towards him and grabbed both his shoulders. ‘W- what’s happening? Why aren’t you doing something?’ Loki asked him. The expression of his brother’s face made the pain in his chest increase. ‘Brother…she’s gone’ he spoke with a sad voice. He heard your scream of agony in the back of his mind. Loki stared in shock at his brother ‘No, she’s not. She was JUST HERE!’ he screamed at him. He grabbed Thor’s shoulders and started to shake him a little, hoping to put some sense in him ‘Help me find her! She has to be somewhere. She couldn’t have gone far. We need to get her back! JUST HELP ME!’ he begged his brother. Loki realized he was crying, why was he crying? He would find her, everything will turn out fine. He tried to explain to his brother what happened again ‘I just proposed, we are going to get married. She just vanished, someone took her from me!’ he yelled. His brother looked worryingly at him and he tightened his grip on Loki’s shoulder ‘Loki, you need to stop this. You’re starting to forget what’s real’

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