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#morty appreciation post
kazuromi · 5 months
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i just love that there's a fandom for a lot of kids shows down here. gives me more fandom lore to follow. i especially love the ones where the shows like for preschoolers and this one madman comes along and makes a whole in depth au for the show where everyone has a non canon compliant angsty backstory and stuff.
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sodepopcorn · 20 days
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Y’all I forgot Morty saved that rat in the vat of acid episode.
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And that time when he asked Rick for a device to understand animals ?
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And the fact that he was the kindest person in the house to Snowball ?
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Like imagine spending most of your days with a (so-called) nihilistic asshole who kept repeating how NOTHING matters AT ALL in the universe. People, feelings, governments, battles, wars, whole planets, whole galaxies don’t matter because they exist in an infinite way or whatever. Imagine seeing so much and YET still caring about the smallest creatures !! I’m in tears this kid is so pure and kind wtf.
And on another (but related) point that drives me insane : the fact that the understanding-animals-device was similar to Diane’s master thesis ??
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Like Rick keeps saying that Summer reminds him of Diane but what about Morty (and his love for animals) ??? Details like that make me look like an insane person whenever I tell ppl about it irl but also they’re why I enjoy rewatching that stupid show over and over and over.
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fear-no-mort · 4 months
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whats a guy gotta do to get some jessica around here
edit: THANK YOU RICKFENDING YOUR MORT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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d33pwithinmys0ul · 1 month
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i rarely write summer in my fics, but i do love writing her dialogue and trying to hear her voice. idk much about spencer grammer and her other work but i love how she VAs summer- the teenage flippancy and valley girl style inflections, the earnest moments in summers more tender characterization. she rocks.
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plumbus-central · 1 year
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RnM Art Requests *CLOSED*
if anybody has any rick and morty themed art ideas/requests they’d like me to take a wack at send em my way. I haven’t drawn lately bc of a couple of stressful weeks and im having a hard time getting back into it
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hypnomortis · 7 months
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Wow almst at 30 followers already, yall are horny huh
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ghosttoasties · 2 years
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every single gd time I see things like "i wish there was more of this" or "why don't I see more of this" in fandom and I am sitting, looking at all my art and fics I'm afraid to post/posts that inevitably get buried on internet dot com like
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there's probably so many people out there who have stories I might never know and adore because they also might fear posting. Like I'm rooting for you. I'm sending all the mighty energy I can.
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Art by Giacomo Boni
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pickedpiper · 2 years
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My favorite kinds of OFF fics that make me go absolutely feral are the ones with Zacharie taking his mask off and Batter just admiring his features LIKE FUCK YES DUDE THATS THE GOOD SHIT MMMM
GOD ITS EVEN BETTER IF THEY END UP KISSING AND BATTER TELLS ZACHARIE THAT HE’S ATTRACTIVE JUST WAAAAAAA
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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I read your Rick x reader fanfic and now you have me simping and waiting for more of that Art you call writing.
LMFKARJTKEKDKTNDKSJHWJRORNRN hegehejd you know what’s actually super funny? I have like three other unfinished Rick Sanchez x Reader WIPS sitting in my drafts LMFAOOLLPP…
But thank you… for this………. Lovely compliment (it is a compliment, right???). I really appreciate the kindness + attention of some of my non-bnha work and hopefully, maybe one day will write more of it for u😳😳🥺🥺💙💙
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zanukavat · 4 months
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I'm guessing Seven and Morty don't have a lot of friends then :( Do they hang out with anyone at all?
Before he went to live on the Citadel, Seven for sure crashed on Birdperson's couch a lot. He and his BP are/were on good terms since they share roughly the same past as C-137 does. Sure he's also friends with other Ricks while on the citadel, some off-citadel too, but a lot of those contacts probably end up dying all things considered.
During their escape the two of them don't really gain any friends, moreso acquaintances and business partners of Rick who serve the sole purpose of helping them survive in exchange for something else. There's never really any genuine non-transactional connection there so really they've only got each other during that time. Lonely as hell.
Once back on Earth, Morty tries to get along with the rest of his "family" but it's a rough start. Summer is pretty much the only one who he can somewhat relate to and talk to after the shock wears off, eventually telling her what he remembers of his old original sister before his very first Rick took him to the citadel and he never saw her again.
Beth is pretty shaken so she doesn't spend too much time around them at the start, as well as Seven's avoidant behavior, I think it'll take them *ages* to open up and actually become comfortable with each other. Jerry can't be called a friend either, extremely upset at this maniac inserting himself into their lives. Concerned for Beth and aware of her father's manipulative tactics and general unhealthy behavior He does try to be nice to Morty but definitely snaps at Rick, sometimes while Morty is in the room.
Since Morty got an education in the citadel schools I'm not sure if he's gonna be going to school on Earth, if he does he'd definitely have trouble fitting in there, being used to very different environments. Making friends his age (in school or otherwise) would feel difficult, since the closest to that he's had before were his Morty classmates and that's not exactly the greatest development for social skills.
Even our canon Morty is visibly more comfortable/relaxed around Rick than he is with his peers, which does say a lot!! And since M-121.5 has only ever been stuck with Rick for years without any balance he's gonna be that only tenfold..
So yeah, for now I'd say the closest Morty gets to having a friend is Summer and, of course, Rick himself. Rick's friend is... Morty. Sad bastard.
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thevirgincherry · 1 month
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RIGOR MORTIS !
ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags. las plagas!reader, he kills you, technically snuff ig but wasn’t intended oops, gore, canon-typical violence, reader is infected and out of it so she can’t really consent, dub-con, non-con, p in v, choking/asphyxiation, strangulation
note. god im plagued by writers block and it’s killing me it’s like walking on shattered glass rn. umm please ignore any mistakes, not very fond on this but haven’t posted in a bit :3 um it’s quite short. rbs are always appreciated :3 instead of asking for a part 2 please just tell me something nice.. feedback is really appreciated <3 comms are open! info in my pinned :3
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Leon seeks refuge in what looks to have once been a humble abode. Now only a shack wearing a shroud of all things dead and rotten remains. Foetid water has soaked him to the bone, it seeps into the thick leather of his combat boots, leaves his socks soggy. He really hates that. Leon can handle cerebrospinal fluid leaving a sticky film on the toe of his boots, the blood caked beneath his fingernails is something he considers normal, but wet socks are a total inconvenience, it’s a shortcut to trench foot.
The hollow skulls of small critters occupy the corners, the cobwebs have cobwebs, the air is stagnant and stinking. Not of rot, but of sickness. A gaping wound crawling with infection, bacteria settling in the crevices of his mind, squirming like fat, juicy maggots—
Crack!
It’s a man, he was a man, now he’s a boneless lump of flesh, his spinal cord snapped under the weight of Leon’s boot. His yellowed teeth glisten under the golden warmth of a single lantern. Leon’s defence is choreographed at this point, a swift kick to intercept an impending strike, then his boot makes mincemeat of their brains.
When he takes a step back to review his current affair, it’s not so bad, certainly not Raccoon City. Leon would take a million murderous Spanish grandparents over a single zombie. Zombies are plain nasty, not a single limb intact, oozing pustules that peel back to reveal purpling flesh infested by larvae. They’re fuckin’ ugly. Slow and bloated and ugly. A sight no human being should see.
On the wall, there’s a shattered, grimy mirror. Leon sees the ghost of a boy staring back at him. Unwashed hair hanging limp, cheekbones carved out, his skin alabaster like the blocky lettering stitched into his uniform. R.P.D. it reads, muddied by blood and guts and chunks of vomit. All the good shit. He hasn’t grown into his body yet, the steel of his gun is cool on his temple and he’s young and these are all important things to know. In his arms is something small and lightweight, a bloodied little girl, leading him to a pyrrhic victory.
The floorboards groan under the weight of a pair of feet that don’t belong to him, the threat isn’t imminent. You don’t charge at him, no, it’s shambling he can only describe as zombie-like, dragging your bare feet like it hurts to lift them off the ground. Like you’re waterlogged and ready to pop.
You were pretty, he’s sure, a real looker. You’re pretty now, just not in your entirety. Strings of reddish muscle keep the fatty flesh of your right tit hanging on for dear life. Like an Amazonian woman. There’s no rot, no sign of decay, simply an act of self-mutilation.
Now, some might call him a pervert, but Leon’s a self-proclaimed iconoclast. And you, swaying from side to side in your torn linen nightdress, the skeletal pendant of Los Iluminados around your neck like a disfigured cross, draped in a veil of white that’s close enough to holy - it’s worth ruining. Santa Maria di Plagas or whatever.
He realises a few shattered bones have you walking funny, circles you easily and heads into the room you exited. The bed sheets are rumpled in unrest, he sits, there’s a hairline fracture between the two of you. The lantern light bares all, the white of your dress becomes gossamer-thin, he makes out your shape beneath the blood-soaked cloth that moulds to the shape of your torso, the smooth dip of your waist, a soft sinkage where the fabric clings to your belly button.
Leon has seen far worse. Can you blame a guy for getting hard at the sight of a real girl? In his line of work, he’s neck deep in pounds of flesh that spew pus and gore from each virus-clogged abscess. The layer of dirt on your skin does not deter him, that tit hanging by a tissuey thread, swinging back and forth like your necklace is child’s play to him. ‘Cause Leon’s a real man. The princely type.
(He’s anything but. One girl’s knight in shining armour is a monster under the bed for another. It’s not like you can complain, you’re quite the monster yourself.)
Hang in there Ashley. He’ll be there soon, but he’s got to do this. This is completely and utterly necessary. Hunnigan doesn’t need to know why he’ll be unreachable for a good thirty minutes or so. Less probably. ‘Cause your body is hot, clammy with fever, and that means your pussy is even hotter.
Something… Something… Plagas… Something… Lord Saddler…
Your mumbling is constant. Leon will have to do something about that. You gnash your teeth at him when you approach, held back only by the sluggishness that comes with, like, brainwashing cultish parasites.
“Sorry, sweetheart, no entiendo.” Leon loops a worn piece of rope around your neck. Ain’t that handy? Found it hung on your assumed-to-be father’s tool belt. Used for leading curly little lambs to the sacrificial altar. He strokes the underside of your chin, and you bare your teeth like a wild dog, albeit slowly. A late reaction. No fair, it’s like someone’s knocked you around already, who got here before him?
Getting his dick out at a time like this in a place like this, it’s not smart. Sneaky bugs could use his urethra as a water slide. A menacing minibeast might latch onto his balls pincher-first. However, needs are needs, and nothing gets in the way of Leon’s dick, not even a kidnapped First Daughter could stop the force of nature that is his boner.
With ease, he pushes you onto the ground. Not the bed. If you behave like an animal then he’ll have to fuck you like one. Plus, Leon’s not quite sure he trusts those sheets, at least the rusty nails on the floorboards are visible to the naked eye. Tetanus won’t be a nasty surprise, just a momentary lapse in judgement.
Your body contorts when he pulls the rope, back taking on a feline shape, spine bending inwards and your hips up. Puppetry is easier than it looks. The hem of your dress lifts to reveal your leaking chasm of a pussy. Better than nothing. Not like he’s eating it either way.
One hand on the rope, the other on his belt buckle, he lowers his jeans enough to pop his dick out. “Stay still, honey.” He instructs, but it’s like talking to a brick wall, or to a person who doesn’t understand a lick of English.
Leon chokes you with the rope. “I’ll only be a minute, sweetheart,” he coos, a tender kiss that he regrets merely seconds later placed on your shoulder.
He grips the base of his cock, the fat tip is red and leaky, precum bubbling like your foaming mouth. Leon’s too hard. His dick is totally upright, the soft curve pointing towards the ceiling, a thumb comes to press down on the tip, using it to guide himself into your pussy.
“Oh, there you go, honey, yeah, there you go.” His hold on the rope loosens, still firm enough to keep you in place, but now at least there’s oxygen flowing to your parasite-addled brain. “You feel that?”
Leon’s dick stretches you to the point of no return. He’s broken you in. Better off him than any of those grotesque old men. You’re a virgin surely, so it’s very considerate of him to fuck you before you die. No one should die a virgin, that’s cruel, it’s inhumane.
You thrash wildly, grunting each time his hips smack into the fat of your ass, he can’t tell if you’re enjoying it— You better be fuckin’ enjoying it. Know how risky this shit is? Fuck, what if you had a mutated cunt or something. Jagged teeth waiting to clamp down on a big fat dick and tear it straight off. He really needs to start thinking with his brain and not his cock. The thing just doesn’t shut up.
When he cums, the rope is tight around the column of your neck— It would be your hair, but he fears it might fall straight from your scalp in nasty, matted clamps. Your body rears like a wild Mustang, he gathers the rope and it wraps around his fingers until your back is flush to his chest and you grasp for something, anything— Eyes rolled so far back he can see the milky whites, and then he gives one last tug to make sure you’re stuck in that state. Mid-orgasm. Eyes in the back of your skull, back arched, pussy dripping with his load. Cute. He wishes rigor mortis set in right now so that you don’t fall slack into a heap of red and white when he lets go.
Leon leaves by barrelling out of a window like a true gentleman, the microscopic shards splinter your skin. He takes that pendant with him, tucks it in his back pocket, could be useful at some point in time.
It’s only when the blood in his veins runs black and viscous does Leon notice something is severely wrong. His blood flow slows to a halt, clots forming in every important artery. Mucousy black sludge leaks from his nose. An intense pain cuts through his senses with deadly precision, a surge of discomfort that has him kneeling over, hands on his knees in a clumsy attempt to steady himself.
His hands clasp around Ada’s neck— The rope. He pulls it tighter and tighter to get closer and closer. Her voice is distorted by the fog that clouds his brain, it creates a hazy barrier, mutes the world around him. A knife lodges in the meaty flesh of his thigh, he topples backwards when her knee makes contact with his groin.
“That bitch gave me crabs.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” He brushes her off. “I said, uh, Lord Saddler almighty.” Leon’s heard that enough times to repeat it back to her rather fluently. Nice save.
“Right,” Ada says, unconvinced.
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rickxation · 6 months
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Morty appreciation post
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OK so I’m not sure if this will appeal to anyone besides me but it’s been eating away at my brain so I had to get it out of my system
You know Rick’s old D&D friends from the 70s who call him Rickie?
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What if they were in a jam band together?
Bonus full body 70s Rick:
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Picklejar Hall of Fame [September List of 2023]
haven't read much of Price fics this month, I'm so sorry💔 also, I'll be posting another Kyle Garrick appreciation list soon so be on the lookout for that too✨ enjoy🌹
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Miguel O'Hara
Love Bite - @madschiavelique - I'm halfway through this and I need to be put in a fucking cage because why does this make me feral🥴🔥
Miguel O'Hara x sweet/shy Anomaly - @hobiebrownbrowser - the way i had to change my panties after reading this🥵🔥
Miguel + belly bulge - @spiderlyla - if there is anything i would like more in this world, it is to let this man do whatever he wants with me🥴
Rigor Mortis - @loganlermanstanaccount - no because i read this only when the first chapter was out and now i have all the time in the world to read more of this. send help... and a muzzle... and restraints😤😤😤
Hobie Brown
The better boy friend - @aureliaporter - is it too much to ask for a friend like Hobie? is it? IS IT???😭😭😭
Pussydrunk!Hobie - @msgorillagripcoochie - my legs are wide open but this man is fictional💔💔💔💔💔💔
Hobie Brown x touch starved!reader - @angelltheninth - you just had to dig into my brain, didn't you?🫠
Moon Bois
backshots with marc - @mcondance - what should be illegal is how you wrote this with the intention to make our panties wet🥵 how dare you (affectionate).
John Price
forced eye contact with Price - @gaz-garricks - fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. me😭 how did you know that i'm a sucker for eye contact while getting my guts rearranged💔💔💔
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Ghost and Jealousy - @ghostaholics - as much as I'm the type to not purposefully make someone jealous, i really wouldn't mind Simon having his way with me if he's feeling particularly envious🙃
Wet and messy - @rowarn - i feel like this right here should be illegal because why are you so intent on ruining my life and my panties?😭
Cotton Candy Pacifier - @neoarchipelago - irl, i despise the idea of having one of those cocomelon creatures (i think they're called children), BUT WITH SIMON? RISKING IT ALL? FOR ME? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP🥵
Simon + "threesome" - @rowarn - no, because this had me giggling, kicking my feet and sweating in places i shouldn't be sweating in😭✨
Wildflowers Grow In Ruins - @kneelingshadowsalome - waaayyy to really stick needles right onto my insecurities🫠 I'm a sucker for insecuriteis playing into the angst because it's something i deal with a lot so this was lovely to read🌹
taking what you need - @rowarn - he was so mean😭 but that ending tho? oh, my tummy was ✨✨tingling✨✨
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
riding soap for the first time - @lunarw0rks - the way i would ride this man until👏 the👏 crows👏 come👏 home👏
fwb possessive bff!soap - @ceilidho - you've had me hooked since i stumbled upon your account and honestly, i feel like i deserve financial compensation for how much you've ruined me🥴🥴🥴
different timezones - @imperihoe-writes - if he doesn't think about me in the midst of his dangerous occupation, i don't want him. thank you so much for this🌻
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
secretrelationship!gaz hcs - @lunarw0rks - this. THIS RIGHT HERE. the lengths i would go to keep him😤
Playboy - @miniwheat77 - no but this was so fucking sweet😭 I'm not an older woman (yet) but I'm all for every women finding love and i never knew i needed to read this until i did, therefore, you deserve a medal🏅🌹
Kyle + the nastiest dirty talk - @rodeo-star - to those of you who haven't seen this, please make sure you have a fresh pair of panties because this is going to violate the ones you have on rn🫠
König
Just Friends - @kneelingshadowsalome - dark!fic (sort of) - have you ever considered a career in idk, ruining my life maybe?🙂 because that is exactly what you did with this fic right here😭😭😭😭 also, can i just say that i love how, despite being told no and at some point to give her some space, König actually did that??? like that's not something i'd have expected from a dark fic and also the end- THE ENDING??? GOOD GOD😭 an absolute masterpiece this one✨
sitting on König's face - @roxy-writes - stop tormenting meeee😭 i can't keep taking too many showers in a day, people are gonna get suspicious👀
Rotes Mädchen - @sprout-fics - this fic has me by a choke.hold. sweetie, you have no idea what you do to me with this🫠
Experience - @rowarn - as much as i don't like older men (men in general, really), having this one rail my guts every night sounds like a dream come true🥴 also, props to reader for knowing what she wanted and standing her ground when it came to those dumb boys who only wanted to take advantage of her💐💐💐
Bucky Barnes
Better Than Before - @angrythingstarlight - listen, lemme tell you something- LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING😭 Bucky has always been one of my all time favs and although i don't read much for him now, this fic had me sliding back into those days💖
Eren Jaeger
Scary dog privilage - @theragethatisdesire - living alongside men (derogatory) and reading this made me realize i need scary dog privilege in my life to fully enjoy my existence as a woman💀
Geto Suguru
Geto Putting His Hair Up Before Eating You Out - @satoruhour - simply elegantly filthy🥵 it's like he's putting a napkin on his shirt before a meal and I'm living for it❤️
Gojo Satoru
"do you like me?" "nope." - @awearywritersworld - Gojo being cute is just... ugh, there's nothing quite like it okay?😭💘
Honeypie - @lov3rbody - bring towels for reading this because goddamn🥵
Morning Love - @slttygeto - what would it take for me to be eaten like a scrumptious meal when the sun rises, hmm? what's a girl gotta do?🫠
Overstimulated - @strawberry-hanafudas - you're damn right Gojo is a warning but i still wasn't prepared😭
Toji Fuji
Playfighting With Toji - @kazushawty - makes my brain go brrrr🥴🥴🥴🥴
Toji fucking you so good you go limp - @viviaj - honestly, if i ever got some of that Toji dick, i would shut the fuck up. i would. i would and it is concerning to feminism.
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readychilledwine · 3 months
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Crawl Home To Her
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Summary - While Ruhn is being tortured by Lydia, his brain starts to force him to escape by replaying memories of the girl he left. Only in each memory, a giant golden thread starts to appear glowing brighter each time.
Warnings - torture, angst, smutish
A/N - I had to get this posted before baby daddy changes this song for me completely. He sings it to our daughter when he's trying to get her to settle in for a nap, he dances to it with her in the kitchen when he's trying to calm her down. It's their song ❤️
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Ruhn could barely feel the strikes from the female he had given everything up for. The one he had left her for. His head whipped as pain exploded through his jaw but was quickly numbed as his brain took him somewhere else.
Music blared through the speakers at the house party Bryce's friend was throwing. Ruhn, Dec, and Ithan had agreed to go at the mention of her friend's ability to manipulate plants and how she had managed to grow and harvest a mirthroot strain that made Bryce feel like she was flying. Hunt had rolled his eyes at the mention of her friend. As if there was something they weren't telling the rest of them.
Ruhn smiled as his younger sister ran, squealing to a gorgeous female. Hunt chuckled softly at the look on Ruhn's face. The prince was trailing his eyes over the female's long thick muscled legs, her ass his hands were twitching to squeeze, the small curve of her stomach, her trim waist, her pushed up breasts threatening to spill from the black lacy shirt she was wearing. "I get you like what you're seeing, Ruhn, but I'd appreciate you not drooling over my little sister."
"That's your sister?" Hunt nodded as the female began to wave at him, bright white teeth on display as she smiled. "She got a husband?" Hunt immediately shot Ruhn a tight glare.
"No."
"Does she want one?"
Ruhn groaned as he was thrown back into his cell and curled up on the ground. He knew at least one rib was broken, his jaw burned, he tried to squeeze his hands in silent confirmation of the damage there as well. It was also definitely broken. He willed his mind back to the night he met her.
Ruhn had continued to stare at Bryce's friend as the two girls smoked and talked. He, Declan, and Hunt had only gone over there long enough to steal some mirthroot from the long-haired beauty and then made their way to the couch. Bryce was beginning to fade softly into her friend's chest before fully giving in and leaning into her solely for support.
"Hunt," Ruhn's ears twitched at her voice, it sounded like soft spring rain, "are you and Bryce staying the night?" Hunt barely moved his eyes to acknowledge her or Bryce. Ruhn had rarely seen the Umbra Mortis this fucked up. "Yeah, you're all crashing here." Ruhn watched as she moved Bryce gently up the stairs. A faint silver thread was attached to her. Right at her heart.
Ruhn came back to reality as someone gently touched him. He looked up at the face he'd been drifting off to. A gold thread was attached to her. He reached up to touch her face and felt a sob hit him when his hand went through her like mist. "I'm not physically here, honey. I'm just here Astrally trying to figure out where you are. We're coming, we have some.. interesting help. Hold on okay?" She stroked his bruised face causing another memory to flash into his mind.
Ruhn had grown increasingly close to the female he had met at the house party 6 months ago. She was currently in his lap, their lips attached as his hands roamed the curve of her ass. She pulled away from him and leaned their foreheads together. The two of them were nothing more than friends. At least, that's what he told himself. Friends who almost weekly had very intense make-out sessions to help Ruhn release tension. He stroked her face lightly before pulling her back into him.
The reality of how desperately he wanted her set in once he fisted her hair and pulled it hard enough to make her moan softly. He picked her up and groaned as her muscled thighs wrapped around his waist. He walked her up the stairs of his house and kicked his door shut after they entered the room. He pulled away from her before tossing her gently on the bed.
She watched as he ripped his shirt off and climbed on top of her. "Ruhn," he growled at the sound of his name on her lips, "I've never done anything like this before."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Something about your brother literally being the angel of death kind of scares most people off.." Her face was glowing red with embarrassment.
"He doesn't scare me, kitten. Let me take care of you."
A faint silver thread had become to turn golden as he dove back in to kiss her.
He opened his eyes again and she was gone. He smiled the best he could at the memory of her moans and cries as he pulled her apart piece by piece, igniting his soul, his heart, his mind on fire. But what was that thread? The thread he had noticed twice now.
They came back a few hours later, pulling him by his arms back to the room they had been beating him in for 3 days now. He stared at Lydia. His love for her was gone. It had left him like dust floating off into the wind, unseen and as quickly as it came. The thread connecting them, the one who made him believe they were mates was gone.
She leaned down to look at him and her eyes widened when she realized he held no more love for her. He watched her reach up to touch the ear piece she was wearing before pressing on it lightly to communicate, "The witch broke the spell. We need to move them before she tracks us-" a loud explosion broke through the air. Sparks of black and red magic, her magic, flooding the empty space. Ruhn felt himself slumping over as his vision filled with black spots and lightheadedness set it.
"Did I do something?" Her voice was breaking as he held her at arms length.
"No, just. This just isn't working." His voice was soft as his own heart was breaking.
"There's someone else." He froze as she silently told him what he feared. That she knew. "You promised to never lie to me." She moved away from him. She opened the door to her home and motioned for him to leave. "I'll light a candle for you tonight, Ruhn. I hope your soul finds the peace it needs.."
"Y/n."
"Please go."
Ruhn watched the golden thread appear and flicker, it connected them briefly before smoke and darkness covered it hiding it from his view.
Ruhn came to on a familiar couch, Hunt was laid on the opposite conch with Bryce holding his hand. Ruhn watched him waiting for any sign of life in the other male and released a silent breath as he saw his chest move.
"She's not breathing-" Ithan's voice was distant and panicked as Ruhn fully came to. Ithan and Declan had a figure laid out on the table in the kitchen.
"No fucking shit? I couldn't tell. Bryce! We need help!" He watched in slow motion as Bryce and her red hair ran into the kitchen, three winged males Ruhn didn't know watched the whole scene. One of them turned and looked at him and it was like staring into a mirror. Or at his mom. This male REALLY looked like his mom. They stared at each other as he felt a clawed hand reach into his mind. He immediately grabbed onto it in his mind while glaring at the male.
"Rhys! Help!" The male broke eye contact with him before walking over to the table Bryce was at. Ithan moved over to Ruhn and sat down next to him.
"How ya doing, Rue?" At the sound of the nick name, the name only she called him, he was instantly pulled into another memory.
"Please, Rue," she begged softly below him, "Please don't stop." Ruhn groaned as he wrapped his hand around her throat. He had broken up with Feyra a month ago in favor of Agent Day but constantly found his soul begging for the dark-haired female. The warmth of her cunt welcoming him with each thrust. Her breathy moan and pants were growing louder as her walls began to flutter around him. He reached his arm around her back as she arched off the bed, nails digging into his back.
"You feel so fucking good baby." He kissed the point on her neck that always drove her wild before licking the column. "Need you to cum baby. I need it. Can you let go for me?" She whimpered in response, nodding eagerly. He released his hold on her before pulling her hips to follow him as he sat straight up, he then moved to put one of her legs over his shoulder. Her cock drunk eyes met his, begging for release, begging to be made his fully. "Such a good girl." He whispered before beginning a punishing pace on her already over stimulated body.
Her cries became loud and consistent as the heavy drag of his cock filled her, slamming into her over and over. Ruhn's name began to fall from her swollen lips like a prayer, like he was her God. A faint golden glow started happening between them. It sparkled, breaking through the mist and darkness trying to hide it. "I'm right fucking there pretty girl," he leaned into her pressing his forehead against hers, "come with me. Walk over the ledge with me." She came for him the second he pressed a heated kiss to her lips. He groaned following her over as he leaned his forehead back against hers watching her eyes.
The golden glow had filled the room. It connected them at the heart. It pulsed with excitement and joy.
Ruhn snapped back to reality to yelling voices. Hunt was up at the table now as well. "What the fuck happened?"
"She was using so much magic and she had several of the guards and Lydia showed up . Lydia cast something on her and now it's like her mind is just gone," Bryce's voice fell.
"Y/n, sis come on." Ruhn heard Hunt gently zap his sister, "Are we sure she's there anymore? How long has it been since she responded last?"
"She's there. I can feel her running through something. I can't tell what yet though" a smooth deep voice responded. Ruhn went to move only to get held back by the two winged males. He began to fight against them, scared of who was lying on that table as everything came back to him. "Azriel, Cassian, keep Ruhn away from here." The two nodded as he began to fight against them. Long dark Brunette hair fell over the side of the table as Hunt electrocuted the body.
"Should I colour it?" He watched her in the full-length mirror. "It's just boring." He scoffed before moving to stand behind her and trapping her facing the mirror.
"There is not a single inch of you that's boring. I happen to fucking love your dark hair." He leaned into her kissing her temple, "especially when it's tangled in my fist as I'm fucking you from behind."
"Ruhn!"
He heard the door open, pulling him from the memory, and went into shock as his mom entered the room. "Ruhn!" She froze at the sight of the two males holding him back before covering her mouth with her hand.
"Momma," he sobbed before turning back to the table. Her eyes followed his and she ran over to the table. Her and the unknown male stared at each other as she began to heal the female laying down. Her arm hand had fallen over the ledge and twitched as a deep broken breath filled the air.
"Y/n! Honey, look at me, you need to keep your eyes open, okay? I need you to stay awake, sis. Let me see those eyes, baby," Hunt began pleading. The two winged males had let go of him, the one with scarred hands backing away slowly while looking at his mom. "No. No. No. No. Do not close your fucking eyes. You have to fight, y/n. Think of fucking Ruhn. Of Bryce. Of me. Fight, sis. Fight."
"We're losing her, Rhys." He heard the male chuckle at his mom's soft voice.
"It's funny how you think this is going to get you out of a LONG conversation, Velaris." Who the fuck was Velaris? Why was this Rhys dude calling his mom Velaris.
"I don't think I owe you an explanation. We did what we had to do to keep mom and I alive. That's the end of the story. Heal my son's mate. Or, take your hounds and leave."
Mate. Mate. Mate. The word began to pound into Ruhn's mind as Ithan sat him back down. "Breathe man, you gotta breathe."
He swayed you in your kitchen as the two of them danced to a song that fell far from the normal music Ruhn listened to.
"I love you," he whispered into her hair and froze. He had just dumped her. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he leave her alone?
"Y/n, fight!" Hunt was screaming at his sister.
She pulled away from him and looked up at him with a tight knit brow. "Then why did you dump me?" Ruhn froze at the question. He looked away from the scene, playing in front of him long enough to see a blooded version of the female he had just confessed his love to.
"NO. NO. NO. YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU ARE STRONGER THAN HER! FIGHT!" Bryce's cries echoed as she yelled at her best friend. They ripped him from the memory as his head snapped back to the table.
"She's trapped in a void, we can't pull her out. I can't even fully tell if it's a memory void or just darkness with glimpses. Something painful is holding her there." The deep smooth voice caused Ruhn to pause. She's trapped in a void.
"Ruhn, help." Her voice came into his mind. His eyes immediately went over to her, then the radio. "Help me."
He ran over to the radio and speaker system, ripping his phone off the table as he went. The song. He had to find the song. Their song.
"Ithan, you two like the same music. Name that tune. It's a love song, it's soft, it's a male singer. It almost sounds like a hymn in nature?"
"Do you know any of the words?" Frustration hit Ruhn. He had just heard it in his mind. In the memory. Why couldn't he think of a line?
"Something about crawling out of a grave to get back to lover?" The male with scarred hands snorted and laughed darkly from the opposite couch while staring at Ruhn's mother whose face instantly fell in guilt.
"Oh I know what song you're talking about. Like one of the lines is like My baby never fret none bout what my hands and my body done? It's a really good song!" Ruhn's eyes narrowed at Ithan as the young male racked his brain.
"Do you know what it's called?" Hunt yelled from the kitchen as he electrocuted you again, "if I have to fucking shock her system one more she's not going to make it. I swear if you fucking die I will bring you back to kill you myself."
Ithan began humming the song to himself while staring at the bloodied body of the female who had begun helping him heal. "WORK SONG! IT'S CALLED WORK SONG!" Ruhn instantly typed the name into his phone and clicked the first result. Deep humming and clapping filled the air. Her hand twitched again. Ruhn moved to be by her, to hold her hand. Her nose was bleeding, the corners of her mouth were bleeding. She was covered in deep bruising. The tips of her fingers and her nails were still an inky black from letting her raw magic loose. Ruhn took the seat closest to her head and grabbed her hand that had fallen. He slipped back into the memory he knew she was trapped in.
"I don't know why I did. I just. I need to see what happens between Agent Day and I." Ruhn had pulled away from Feyra. She leaned against the kitchen counter while he stood on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed against his chest. He watched himself play with his lip ring as she nodded.
"You mean the female you've never met who SOMEHOW got past your iron clad mental shields?" Ruhn flinched. "The one who showed up after you had been drinking at a party with people you hadn't met before? After Danika suddenly wasn't around to keep an eye on Bryce anymore?"
"You know, you're a fucking ugly person when you aren't getting what you want. You turn into a real spoiled cunt." Ruhn froze as the words left his mouth. He didn't mean them. He'd never mean that. He felt a deep pain radiate in his chest at her free falling tears.
"Get out." The blooded you watched the scene with the same look you had on your face as it was happening. A look of absolute devastation. Ruhn watched himself, His past self's eyes widened as he moved to try to touch you.
"I didn't mean that. I swear I did not mean that. I do not know where that came from."
"Get. Out."
He walked behind his younger self and whispered in his ear, "Stay." He took over the mind of the version of him in the memory.
"No. I'm not leaving." He moved to grab her by her arms and backed her against the counter again. "I didn't mean it, y/n. I have no clue where that came from. I love you. You just heard me say I love you. I did not mean that." The you in the memory was replaced with the bloodied one he knew was dying on the table in reality. "I won't let this be the memory of us you die thinking about. I don't want the last time we saw each other to be the memory of me that wins over everything else."
She didn't respond as tears began to flow. He cupped her face and stroked her cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I want to worship you," he whispered. "I want to worship your body, your mind, your soul. I want you. I never truly wanted her. It was you. It was always you. It always will be you." He tugged the glittering golden thread. "You're my mate. My first true love. The first girl I brought home to my mom. I love you."
A shattering noise caused the walls of her house to fall apart breaking into little edged pieces around the two high fae. Water took the place of her wooden floors, and the open sky replaced the ceiling.
"Thank you."
A loud sobbing breath broke through the air as y/n shot up clutching her chest in pain. Bryce and Hunt immediately held her while the male Ruhn had just met and his mother picked him up to move him. He was breathing heavily and exhausted from tapping into his magic so soon.
Her inconsistent breathing was slowing down as her lungs began to sing with joy at the increase of oxygen. Tears streamed down her blooded face as Bryce pulled her into her chest. The last few rhythmic claps of the song played in the background.
"Do you need water, sis?" Hunt's voice was soft and gentle. Bryce had already grabbed a water bottle and Hunt began to hold it to her lips.
"Ruhn-"
"Is fine. His wounds were all easy to heal. Drink the water." Ruhn watched as Hunt pulled his little sister into his arms. His cheek rested on the top of her head. "You almost died." She nodded. Her eyes shutting softly.
"The bitch shot me. She fucking shot me."
"I know."
"Ruhn."
"My love."
"I want to stay with you." Ruhn forced himself out of his mom's arms. Hunt moved to allow Ruhn to pull you to his chest. Ruhn slipped his arm under her knees before lifting her. He left the room wordlessly and went up the stairs.
He entered his room and shut the door behind the two of them before sitting on the bed with her in his lap.
"I'm never leaving you again. Do you hear me?" He kissed her temple sealing the promise.
"So tired." Her voice was soft.
"Go to sleep, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."
"I love you." His heart squeezed at how softly she said it. He felt a deep tug in his chest. The mating bond. She tugged the mating bond.
"I love you too." He laid her down before beginning to softly sing in her ear. "When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."
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