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hopelesslyromanticshark · 24 days

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✧˖°. EVERYTHINGS ALRIGHT WHEN SHE CALLS ME BACK

content: the last one...this was fun yall...see you on the other side 🫡🫡🫡 be brave, soldiers, be brave

percy had been speeding for the past thirty minutes, as the car had devolved into chaos. frank and jason were holding their phones in crazy positions, desperate to get a connection. leo was attempting to charge his phone with the crappy cord percy had in his car, bent in strange ways but he never got a steady charge.

"buy a new charger, you fucker," leo muttered with a glare in percy's direction.

"charge your phone at night, you little shit," percy grit out in response, his eyes scanning a passing sign.

"WAIT- what did that sign say???"

"next towns in three miles," jason called back, leaning towards percy as he appeared to be chasing a connection. percy shoved him away and pressed harder on the gas petal as leo stared at the clock that was glaring red at him, proudly presenting the time.

11:45

fuck

they came flying into the small town, percy slamming on the brakes basically as frank pointed out a parking spot. the three of them leapt out, frank climbing onto of percy's car and holding his phone higher.

"anything??" leo called and frank just shook his head before getting on his tip toes. leo bit out a few spanish curses, spinning around and looking around desperately.

"diner!" percy called, pointing at it, and instantly the four boys were springing into it, breathing heavily before the poor waitress, who gave them a strange look.

"hey- do you, do you have a phone i could borrow?? i need to tell a girl i love her," leo confessed, out of breath, and the woman frowned at him.

"oh, im sorry, baby, but our phone broke earlier this morning," the woman replied and leo hung his head, every second that passed another moment that yn gave up on him calling at all.

"oh! but, there's a payphone over at the gas station," the woman remembered, snapping her fingers before pointing across the street a few blocks down. leo looked up and pumped his fist before rooting through his pockets, looking for a few quarters or really anything. he turned his pockets inside out to produce lent only.

"any of you got change?" he hissed out, impatiently and bouncing on his feet as the boys also dug through their pockets.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon," muttered leo, glancing up at the clock that was hung in the restaurant before groaning and urging his friends on more.

11:52

FUCK

"here, this one's on me, boys. go get that girl, yeah?" the kind waitress offered, holding out three quarters for leo.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" leo cheered, grabbing them from her hand and shoving them into his pocket as he scrambled out of the diner. he ran the few blocks that separated him from the payphone, from yn. he was trying to calm his breathing as he slid the coins into the machine, the phone held between his shoulder and ear.

he waited for the robotic voice to tell him to put in the number he wanted to call, his fingers working on autopilot. it wasn't hard, he only had three numbers memorized. his moms, 911, and yours. and 911 was on a good day, okay. he didn't have a watch or anything to check what time it was, but he has vivid memories of barely passing the mile in high school so there was no way running those blocks was fast.

the phone rang once...then twice...then three times

by the fourth ring leo was leaning his head against the machine, prepared to bash his brain in right then and there.

but then the phone crackled and he heard angel's sing

"hello?"

well, not quite sing, but he was certain it was an angel.

"gods, yn, im so glad you picked up," leo breathed into the phone, a smile slowly growing on his lips at your voice.

"leo?? what- what phone are you calling me off of right now?" you asked, confusion clear in your voice.

"umm a payphone in some town that i don't even know the name of," leo answered and you snorted on the other side of the phone, leo's smile growing still.

"okayyyyyyyy," you replied once your giggles died out, "can i ask why?"

"because i love you," leo answered instantly, get a small amount of pleasure out of the gasp from you.

"gods, i love you so so much, yn. i've been in love with you for so long, i think i forget. which is why i chased all those girls and kept going back to she-who-must-not-be-named. and i know that's no an excuse, i know. and i would understand if you want to beat the shit out of me, or never speak to me. but i can die happy knowing that you know how i feel about you. ill die with a fucking smile on my face if i means that i gave it a shot and told the girl of my dreams im completely in love with her," leo rambled, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a wet breath, swallowing down whatever was choking at his throat. probably the love he held for yn but whatever.

"leo," you breathed out on your end, sounding like you were on the verge of crying, and leo realized he never wanted to be the cause of your tears again. the squeezing of his chest hurt too much.

"please, yn, please. im sorry, im so sorry. i'll spend the rest of my life making up for it...if- if you'll let me," leo begged into the phone. and he knew his voice was pitchy and whiney in a way that would have him mocked and ridiculed for a very long time if the boys every heard him, but leo couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. all that mattered now was you and youre voice on the other side of the phone.

"do you- do you have any idea how long i've waited for you to say that, leo valdez?" you hizzed on your end, sniffling as leo breathed out a soft laugh.

"i know, im sorry, baby. lemme make it up to you," offered leo and you were already swooning on your side of the phone, shaking your head and leaning back into your pillows trying to hide your blush from yourself.

"you've got a lot of making up to do," you mused and leo hummed.

"would a date chip away at my debt to you? a real proper date?" he offered, his fingers crossed as he waited with baited breath for your answers. you took signifcantly longer than you needed to, toying with him even though you both knew what your answer would be.

"it's definitely a start, valdez."

"that's all i need. just one chance," replied leo, smiling brighter than the sun, surely. it was starting to hurt his cheeks but he couldn't find it in him to stop.

"oh, and i love you, too," you whispered and leo chuckled, resting his head against the plexiglass that surrounded the payphone.

"thank the gods! you have no idea the trouble i went through to make this call happen," leo laughed into the phone, smiling as you joined him.

"well, i can't wait to hear all about it on our dateeee," you squealed, unable to hide your excitement at the thought that you finally had a date with the boy you've always been in love with.

"hell, yeah. our date, let's go!!" leo cheered, shaking his head as you laughed more into the phone.

"you're probably running out of time on the payphone, huh?" you questioned and leo frowned at the thought, not wanting to be done talking with you...ever.

"probably. stupid machine," leo huffed, with the intention of drawing more laughs from you, which of course happened.

"call me later?" you offered, biting your lip as you waited for his response.

"if i could stay on the phone with you forever, i would. you already know im calling you back at the first opportunity."

"good." you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you.

"just make sure to pick up, okay?" leo stated and you rolled your eyes.

"on the first ring, of course."

"that's my girl," leo breathed out, enjoying just being with you, even if it was only over the phone.

"finally, your girl," you teased and leo rolled his eyes, mocking you from his side of the phone.

"whatever. it'll be worth the wait," insisted leo and you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. leo went to add something but then a click was heard and the robotic voice replaced your angelic one.

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saturnville · 5 months

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in the dirty south.

pairing: cowboy!coriolanus snow x black fem oc. warnings: old slang, sexual innuendo, flirting, sorta forbidden infatuation if you blink. shy!oc. content: while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town. an: the people have spoken. cowboy!coriolanus is here. definitely called on my grandmother's southern roots for this so be prepared. I don't know who started cowboy!coriolanus, but all respect and credit to the individual who did. please let me know what y'all think of this!

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Outside visiters were not a common occurance the city. The town was small and everybody knew everybody. One would be a fool to think anything that occured in their lives wouldn't be common knowledge to the inhabitants of the town. She wished she had the same type of delusion.

Once every few months, the mayor of the town found it suitable to host a fair. Something to ease the growing tensions between the families and to usher in a type of fun no one had seen since the rebellions took place.

She wouldn't say she didn't enjoy the fairs, but she knew there were other ways to spend her time aside from handing out freshly baked slices of poundcake and a cup of milk, courtesy of her mother and grandmother.

"Delilah! It's time to go, baby." Her mother's voice was rough like gravel yet soothing like silk. Everyone called her comparison foolish, as they didn't understand. But, until they felt the way her words calmed their soul like a newborn being rocked by its mother, they never would.

Delilah hollered back, "Comin', mama!" She stood in front of the mirror--dingy and stained from being passed down from her great-great-grandmother, and so short that she had to stand on her toes to see her full outfit. Her hands swiped over the fabric of her dress. It was new; her grandmother spent 3 weeks making it. A corset dress as bright as the dust that left her shoulders exposed to the kisses of the sun. She smiled at her reflection and pushed her hair away from her face. She shoved her feet into her boots and ran down the stairs.

Delilah questioned if they arrived late or if everyone else arrived early in anticipation. She bobbed and weaved through the sea of black and brown with a smile on her face. Small "pardon mes" and "excuse mes" poured from her lips like water as she attempted not to knock anyone over with her basket.

She followed her mother like a lost puppy to their assigned tent. Right next to Uncle Turner's barbeque restauraunt and the bathroom. Perfect, she said to herself. Lucille dropped the basket against the wood table and began plucking out the tablecloth and napkins.

"Lilah, I'm gon' grab some pitchers of water inside Turner's. I'll be back shortly." Mama's lips turned upward with a soft smile. Delilah nodded and continued her setting up the table.

Beads of sweat gathered at her forehead and her brown skin stung under the gaze of a burning sun. God, she hoped they wouldn't be outside for 10 hours like they were the last time. She couldn't sworn she melted like an ice cream cone within an hour.

Delilah hummed a church hymn to herself and tossed the basket behind her. She plopped down on the ragged bench and crossed her legs just as her mother taught her years ago, folded her hands over her lap, and watched as people walked passed.

People watching was one of her favorite pasttimes. To her left was a young girl riding on her wooden rocking horse, squealing with glee. To her right was a group of young boys tackling each other to the ground as their mother hollered for them to quit roughhousing. Delilah giggled.

She raised her eyes and jerked backward when she saw a group of men walking past. Four of them to be exact. Three were familiar faces: Elijah, Malachi, and Ezra. The boys whom she grew up with. They used to sleep in the same bed together when their mothers worked at the restaurant late at night. But, there was another one she'd never seen before.

He was unfamiliar. There were a few white boys sprinkled here and there, but in her town, it wasn't a frequent occurance. He seemed comfortable, too, with a boyish smirk on his face as he made the boys' head fly back with glee.

She could tell his hands were strong by the way they latched around the harness that allowed him to control the beautiful horse he rode upon. She looked around and saw other women eyeing the stranger. Who was he?

The man slid off the horse and tied the harness against a stake, and followed the men as they approached her mother's tent. His eyes were curious as they examined his surroundings. Delilah brushed the loose curls away from her face and smiled. "Hi, boys."

A series of disgruntled greetings came from them as they padded around the bench to engulf Delilah in a hug. The stranger stayed in front of her, eyes narrow.

"Where's Mama?" Elijah asked. His green eyes searched for the middle-aged woman.

"She's in Turner's getting some water. Might as well help her while you're lookin' for her," Delilah suggested with a shrug. She could feel icy eyes on her. "She'll mess around and drop them tryin' to do the most. Go catch up to her."

"Delilah," said Malachi. "This is Coriolanus. We, uh, we go back. Old friends. We're gon' help, Mama, but Lilah, don't scare him off." Delilah met his eyes. "I won't."

The boys shuffled off to the restaurant to find her mother, which left Delilah in the presence of Coriolanus. It was unique. She'd never heard anything like it. It sounded prestigious, elite.

He was handsome. Messy curls underneath his hat. Strong stature covered by a thick long-sleeve shirt and vest. Her gaze dropped to his belt. Brown with a holster that held, what she assumed was, a fully loaded pistol. And his boots, worn, dirty, and scuffed, just like hers. A country boy.

"Delilah. Nice to meet you, Mr. Coriolanus." Delilah extended her hand slowly. Coriolanus turned his head to the side. Her hands were slender and her nailbeds were painted a blood red. His tongue danced over his tooth.

"No need for that, darling. Nice to meet you," he replied, gently shaking her hand. His hand was much bigger in hers. Calloused like he wrestled animals in the wilderness. Strong like they'd hold her body upright with ease. His eye contact was strong and he could feel it melting her chocolate orbs away.

When he spoke, she noticed that his accent was nowhere as thick as her own, but a southern twang was laced in his words. Almost like he'd been taught. "Where are you from?" To keep herself from getting weak in the knees, she decided to start setting out the serving ware for the cake. Coriolanus' eyes followed her every action.

"Up north," he replied shortly. "Got in a bit of a mess. Decided to come down south for a while."

Delilah hummed and pulled the lid off the poundcake. Its glaze glistened underneath the sun. Just like her. Coriolanus chuckled to himself. "Do you like it?" She looked up at him through her eyelids.

She was so beautiful. He'd seen his fair share of pretty women since being placed in a new District. But she, Lord, this Delilah was something different. She was short in stature with strong shoulders and hips that were not well hidden beneath her dress. She had a cute smile that was covered by full, cherry colored lips. And her hair, so coily and full in a bun upon her head.

Coriolanus ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded. "I like it a lot."

Delilah detected the tone of his voice and fought the urge to smile. "I'm glad that's the case."

It was difficult for Delilah to keep her eyes off Coriolanus. Where he moved, her eyes followed. When he spoke to another woman and charmed her with his smile and bright eyes, she felt a twing of jealousy hit. Then, she'd call herself foolish for even being the slightest bit possessive over a man she'd only known for five hours.

She did her best to keep herself preoccupied with the poundcake in front of her. It worked for the most part, until the bench wobbled by the weight of another. Delilah turned to her left and found Coriolanus leaned against the side. "Can I join you, pretty?"

Pretty. Delilah's body warmed as she nodded. Coriolanus swung his leg over the side of the bench and took a seat. His clothed thigh brushed against her exposed once, causing her leg to jump slightly. He noticed, but chose not to say anything.

"You enjoying the fair?" Coriolanus asked.

"Yeah. It's always a fun time. Plus the food is great, too." She raised her fork that held a piece of cake on it. "Have you tried the poundcake? My mama makes the best ever."

Coriolanus shook his head. Delilah gathered a piece on the fork and held it out with the intention for him to pluck it off, but she was shocked when his full lips wrapped around the edge of the fork. His eyes were trained on hers. A gasp fell from her lips.

He hummed softly. "Delicious." He prepared to spur her on further, finding amusement in her disheveled state, but was called back by Elijah. "I'm comin'!. Save some for me later, darlin'. I'll see you later, alright?"

Delilah nodded and bit her lip. "Alright."

He threw her a wink and walked away. He was far from done with her.

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sabokunsmalia · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄, m. list

featuring: sabo x fem!reader plot: over twelve years ago, sabo promised to marry her if they meet again in the future, but then he seemingly never reached the first island beyond dawn island. his death changed the plans, forced her back into the noble bubble until she decided to pursue a life in freedom. fleeing from her noble family in high town & following her childhood friend luffy through thick and thin. but multiple things happen, and suddenly, she finds herself in the presence of a long-lost face. content warning: nsfw! (mdni!) + fluff + pet names + depression + soulmates & second chance kind of trope, all warnings will be added before each part. hi it's malia: definitely need to write that one, just found it on the old blog. i'm prepared for that one because sabo my love..

𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓: seated on a constellation of rocks, one larger than the other, she watched how the three boys ran along the path between the trees. a hand in the air, waving at her familiar face with wide smiles on their faces, and the loud laughter booming through the large summer trees. oh, how she wanted to joke around with them, follow them into the small villages around high town, and explore dawn island. but she could not attend the open streets. anyone who would catch a glimpse of her all too familiar face would inform the well-known family to snatch the bounty. berry for their missing daughter, as the three times before when she ran away from the nobility and joined the crew of three young rowdies.

"majesty," the young boy with the shaggy, raven-colored hair chuckled, attempting to mirror the curtsy they did in high town. obviously, his clumsiness kept the upper hand and he almost fell face-first.

"oh ace," she giggled, holding the back of her hand to her glossy lips. "you would make a very bad noble."

"how soothing that i do not want to be one," he answered, ruffling the already messed-up strands of his long hair further. behind him, the two other boys appeared that belonged to the trio. one with short blonde hair, dressed in an almost as noble attire as she was forced to wear, who had his arm wrapped around their brother's shoulders and pulled the tired and whiny boy along. "sabo! what happened to luffy?" she carefully jumped off the rock and hurried towards the crying boy. bruises covered his face and arms, the blue and purple marks hardly assessable.

"he tripped over a root while running away," sabo shrugged the shoulders, placing the youngest of three boys against a tree and crouching down himself. the pipe, he used to defend himself attached to his back, the large head pulled off his blonde hair. "sabo, did you push him?" she examined the bruises along luffy's legs, slowly tilting the head in the direction of the noble-born boy.

"what? me?" he pointed a gloved finger at himself, eyebrows raised at the little girl who occasionally joined their meetings. she was running away from the same town that sabo hated so dearly, despised more than anything else in the world. while others starved, the noble part of dawn island celebrated each day like their last and wasted too much food, too much water. "no! i would never do that!" sabo almost shouted, attempting to protect himself from the assumptions of his friend.

"if you lie to me, i will not marry you!" she argued, quickly coming up with a way to assure he was telling the truth. behind them, ace sat on the rock constellation, snickering about how the two fought.

"you already said yes! you can not take that back now!"

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ↷ part one, return of hiken.

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yanderederee · 6 months

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SickDay

April 24th, 2004

a/n: THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG PLEASE I DONT CARE IF ITS GOOD JUST TAKE IT PLEASE😩

before … › here! › next…

-almost direct continuation of I’m Rooting for You!-

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Midnight

After running away from the scene of the brawl yesterday night, you were a little nervous watching your back on the way home. Actually, it was kind of a long way from home.

Unfamiliar with the paths before you, you think to yourself if it’d be a good idea to wait for Baji or Chifuyu to walk you home. It might have been a good idea, but recalling the sequence of events just moments ago, you felt it may be too embarrassing to face them so soon.

Your face began to warm up, which was pleasant against the unsuspecting cold night that was tonight.

Remembering just a few minutes ago, you vividly recall Baji’s pitch black locks falling in frame around his face. You remembers how close you’d gotten to his lips. How you expressed your admiration on the way he fought.

Unable to stop yourself from reminiscing further, you daydreamed of his powerful punches sending his opponent flying feet away.

Couldn’t stop but recall all the similar warning gestures he’s since mirrored. Sticking up for you when spoke badly of you… pretending to be your boyfriend in public to keep flirtatious men away from you…

Baji was subject to protecting you no matter the circumstance.

The thought of being someone’s first priority almost brought tears to your eyes.

And suddenly, a sneeze ripped through your respiratory system.

Ah shit.

Luck really was not on your side tonight. It was dark out, really, dark out. The damn cold weather bit you into an unbearable chill, body already under a decent amount of stress with school starting up, mind being preoccupied with worrying about Baji, and realizing now, you’re damn lost.

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April25th,Morning

Toman won the fight that happened the night before, yet Baji felt none of the winners savory taste.

He was more concerned with how he would have to greet you when you came in for class.

Would you wave at him and ask him about how Sango spent her evening?

Or would you politely smile and ignore him, widening the space between you til nothing, not even relationship between Tutor and Student exist?

While there was no hope for it, a very small part of Baji was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you would bring up the reason for the almost kiss you two shared.

It was bugging him all day.

That kiss— the almost kiss. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The warmth of your breath, how soft the palms of your hand felt against his cheeks.

—- the twinkle of excitement in your eye.

He remembered every little bit of that moment.

So, coming into class, he was unusually giddy. Even with bruising and other reckless cuts, Baji felt like he was glowing. Victorious after battle, about to show off the efforts of battle to the girl he literally can’t stop thinking about.

Even after coming in extra early to beat you to class, he was shocked to notice you never came in.

The bell rang, and the only seat of the classroom empty was yours.

His blood ran cold with the worst case scenario.

After the scene that happened last night, you were bound to be the face and talk of town.

He felt so fucking stupid.

He would come rushing to your protection without even the drop of a pen—faster than a pen could fall to the ground—would he have eliminated the dangers baring themselves at you.

But when you were out of sight?

How could he know? And now, with you gone from class, static rang loud in his ears.

In an attempt to remain diligent, he pushed the thoughts down. You were smart. You always proved yourself capable one way or another. Maybe you were just a little late? Everyone is human, after all.

First block passes,

then second.

There was no sight of you, and Baji couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m callin it early,” Baji grunted, very grumpy, gathered his bag. “Woah, wait a sec there, where’s the fire?” Ryusei asked.

Baji glared at him. “Don’t play dumb, I ain’t in the mood for your damn jokes today.”

Ryusei immediately slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh and any further comments.

“What’s wrong?” Chifuyu rose a brow, worried.

“None of your damn business!” Baji bit back, storming out of class during intermission.

“It’s cause his girlfriend isn’t in class,” Ryusei nudged Chifuyu, still confused.

“But yesterday, she had no idea what kind of life Baji was leading.. she’s bound to have questions.” Ryusei hummed. “Probably why she isn’t here right now. To give herself some time to process it all.”

“I guess’so.. is it a good idea for him to go see her then, though?” Chifuyu asked with nerves. “Leave them be,” Ryusei waved off, yawning. “The captain’s instinct are usually right on the nose, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

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Your home was so quiet.

It was always so quiet.

No one was ever home, besides when it was inconvenient for you. So of course, whenever you became sick, they were never there.

When you woke up at 9am, to banging at your door, it’s abrupt and disorienting. God, why was it so bright?

That’s right. School. You’re not there, you realize. You don’t usually sleep in this late, so deeply.

“Just go away,” you groaned, realizing just how awful you feel. “Can’t do this right now.”

But the banging never stopped.

Begrudgingly, you groaned again and started your way to the front door. You didn’t get very far before a thick wave of dizziness hit you. You rammed your body right into the wall, legs supporting you only as best they could while your head spiraled in pain.

The banging never fucking stopped.

“Shut up!” You yelled, overwhelmed. And correctly, you were met with silence. You sighed, relieved. Once you had gathered your bearings, you pulled your feet forward and began for the front door again.

Face to chest, you’re met with a wall of person when you open the door. Too close, you thought before stepping back and looking up at none other than Baji Keisuke.

“Baji? Why aren’t you at school?” you scolded first, a little harshly. You’d forgotten all about your fever for a moment.

Yet he didn’t answer your question.

“I should be asking you that, dumbass.” He said as though he were relieved, if only for a moment.

You were safe, at home.

“You weren’t in class. You’re no good at taking care of yourself, got worried you didn’t make it home safe…’s all.” He shrugged, your vulnerability making him more honest. You chuckled, “I can take care of myself just fine,” closing your eyes for a few moments, a slim moment of peace, before suddenly you felt like air.

“H-hey!” Baji whistled when he caught you from stumbling to the floor. “What kind of joke is that?” Baji yelled at you, though it had small reminiscence of laughter.

Your head rolled around a few times before you could see straight. “Hey, focus. … at me… h-“ you heard him talk, but your head just wouldn’t stop spinning. Rolling, tumbling, your head throbbed.

Baji chose to bite his tongue and simply pull you up into his arms, looking around to realize the house was so still. So cold, with poor ventilation. He quickly makes yourself comfortable on the couch in the room over.

“Don’t try to get up, got that?” He asked you, attempting to gauge your awareness. You hummed, eyes lulling shut and open slowly. “Tired…” you mumbled, shivering toward him, the only heat among the dead wood around you.

It broke Baji’s heart, seeing you so cold, sick, sweaty, tired and overworked. “Stay there, I’m gonna grab some blankets, okay?” He asked once more. Softly, you open your eyes, blinking a few times before he could tell your vision came into focus.

Baji shrieked at the way you looked at him, So sad.

“Come back,” you said softly.

He had absolutely no idea what to do in that moment. Baji’s heart broke at just how bottomlessly sad your gaze was.

So void and lonely, you were finally being comforted at your weakest, by none other than Baji—hair wild and disheveled, sharp eyes making eye contact with you.

He had to be responsible, for your sake. As tempting as it would be to pull you in close and keep you warm directly, he knew the right thing to do now would be to engulf you in blankets, and medicate you.

Baji patted your hand before standing up. “Ain’t listening to the words of’a sick person. No more talking, get some rest.” He looked you over once more, “I’ll be back.”

Making swift work of your home, he searched the closets for spare bedding or blankets. Baji soon found what he was looking for. He took all that he could hold, which was at least four blankets worth, and hoisted them to the living room. The kotatsu blanket’s thickness helped make a good base for a pull-out-couch type of setting.

Keisuke looked over at you, asleep and shivering with only a throw blanket around your shoulders. “C’mere,” Baji caught your attention, trying to get you to get up. Wordlessly, you pull your arms up, motioning for him to lift you. How shameless, he chuckled.

You definitely didn’t have a filter at this point. He answered your silent plea by scooping one arm under your bent knees, and the other under your arms to lift you with ease.

Going to lay you down among the laid out bedding, he’s stuck, he realizes when you aren’t letting him go. “Y-y/n, hey,” Baji tried shaking you off, only to realize you weren’t interested in listening; glossy eyes were instead tracing his features, much to his embarrassment. “What?” He asked.

“Warm..” you mumbled, seemingly ready to drift back off to sleep at any moment.

Baji cleared his throat, attempting to pull you off him. “Hang tight, there’s plenty of bedding here to warm you up, so-“ he tried using rational reasoning, but you mearly groaned at such a notion.

Baji rolled his eyes at how childish you were acting, yet it brought a smile to his face all the same. “Yeah yeah, just stay here.” He said, finally managing to loosen your grip around him and tuck you into the plush below.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, clearly delirious. Oh boy, your honesty was killing him. Literally, he felt as though his heart was beating out from his chest. “What?” He asked again.

“It’s silly, I couldn’t stop thinking about just how pretty I thought you were up close, yet you were like a beast when you were fighting.” You laughed dully. “It just.. made me so happy, seeing you actually enjoy yourself like that.”

Baji’s heart fluttered at your words, taking all that he wanted say away from him. Silence broke through the house once more, and by the time Baji found the words he wanted to say, you were dead asleep. Didn’t take much.

Deciding to put the words in his back pocket for later examination, instead spending his time getting to work. While you were cooking in your own body heat under a mass of blankets, fighting off the cold, Keisuke racked his brain on what he could do.

First thing first, you needed medicine.

Right.

Where did you keep the medicine?

He felt no shame raking through the multiple medicine cabinets you (or rather, your parents) had, staking that there wasn’t anything worthy to hide anyway.

And while most would consider Keisuke a failure in the kitchen (he is), he did have the basic skill sets to make a (bland) miso soup, and rice. Warm broth for your throat, and something with substance to fill your stomach. Any strong flavors were sure to make you hurl, he made a half-added excuse for his poor culinary skills.

On a corner table nearby, Baji left a dose of medicine for you, as well as a cold glass of water. He had to make sure you were properly hydrated too. While the rice and soup were simmering, he made quick work to liven up the depressing living area. Opening up the Always closed curtains, he also cracked a window to let in little bits of fresh air.

Making use of a randomly found humidifier, he also made sure to find space to plug that in. Keisuke actually felt kind of proud, after going through a mental check-list of what he should do next.

Checking on you didn’t seem like a bad idea. Shuffling closer, he found you peacefully asleep, though he could Hear the congestion you’d built up.

Definitely going to need some tissues.

Before he ventured for those too, he took a moment to admire your own features. A smile crept up on him again. For some reason, he felt like he can hear your giggles echoing through the empty house. You’re usual jabs when pointing out a mistake he made, or how you’d snicker and gossip with his mom when he was in the other room.

More and more, he imagined you in every scenario, smiling and by his side. Keisuke chuckled when he finally brought himself back to reality, opting to grab those tissues he forgot to bring before. And just as he made it back again, he was greeted with your sat up posture.

“Sup sleepyhead,” Baji called out low, tapping the packaging of the tissues into your lap. “B-Baji?! W-when d-“ but before you could conjure anything more, a fit of coughs ripped out of your chest, heaving you forward to cover your mouth. “Don’t worry about the details, just stay put.” Baji waved off your shocked expression.

With the rice and soup ready, he quickly made a bowl of each and presented them to you on a dinner tray your parents had plenty of. “Get some of that gross stuff out of your system, you sound like an old hag.” He chuckled at your offended gasp. But he was right, congested and backed up as your sinuses were. “I-I’ll be right back!” You mumbled before taking the tissue with you to the bathroom, opting to help clear your nose and throat in private.

After washing your hands, you waddled back into the living room; dizzy, disheveled, and red nosed. “I feel awful…” you admitted in a dragged out tone. “You look awful.” he snickered back, earning a swift jab along his neatly parted hair. “Asshole,” you rolled your eyes, and sat back in your plush fort.

“These for me?”

You asked, pointing to the soup and rice.

“No, I got snacky and decided to raid your fridge. Of corse they’re for you dummy.”

You giggled at him and nodded, looking over the dishes in delight. “Thanks.. I’m starving.” You admitted before going in for the rice immediately. He watched patiently as you ate, properly and slow. Taking half-spoon-fulls rice, you gently dunk the spoon into the bland soup to eat both in one bite. “If you don’t mind, could you check the pantry for the dried konbu? I like my soup with some extra.”

Usually for these kinds of requests, you wouldn’t even bother asking Keisuke to do this for you. But seeing him now, doting and attentive, you almost felt obligated to make the most of it. “I saw some, just a sec.” He nodded, before hoisting himself back up and into the kitchen. True to his word, he brought back your requested item. “Want any more, rice or soup?” He asked, holding out his hand for the bowl. “Soup please, thank you.” You smiled warmly at him. He smiled back.

Once your finished the food, he took the dishes and washed them in your sink. He was much more used to house chores than he let on. Thanks Ryoko! “There’s some medicine on the table over there, make sure to take it!” Baji yelled from the other room.

“You’re so domestic, I could get used to seeing this side of you,” you chuckled upon his return, medicine taken and water cup empty.

“Blah blah, don’t get used to it,” he pinched your nose, unexpectedly making you sneeze a few seconds after. Quick for the tissue again, you glared at him, who only laughed.

“You feeling any better?” He asked, noticing your form shriveling back into the covers. “Mmhm,” you nodded, but your downcast eyes made him think otherwise. “Fever doesn’t seem to have broke yet,” he observed, pressing the back of his finger tips to your cheek, hot and pulsating. “Hang tight, I’ll get you a cold rag.”

Keisuke seemed to fret over all he could. It was touching. Feeling airy again, you shuffled deeper into the blankets, yawning. “Still sleepy? That’s fine, get lots of rest.” Baji returned, bowl of water and rag in hand. “Sure,” you nodded, waiting for him to hand you the rag.

But rather than, he rung the rag of eccess water, and reached over to put the cloth over your forehead for you.

And fuuuuuuuuck, Did it feel like heaven. You moaned innocently, it’s sudden coldness made you feel so at ease.

“Well, I guess you got it from here,” Baji mumbled, looking over the living room he’d set you up in to see if he could do anything further. “Take the next dose of medicine in the next, uh.. two hours? Or was it four… shit,” he grumbled, opting to check the box for the seventh time.

“What time is it?” You asked, eyes too blurry to read the time.

“Just a little past one o’clock.” He answered, laying the next dose of medicine by your refilled water glass.

“You got plans?” You asked, sniffling.

“Well, I already walked out of class, so I’ll probably ditch the rest of the day n’ hang out with Mikey.” Baji answered honestly.

You kept silent for a little while. “If.. you want, I have a bunch of good scary movies we could put on the tv.” You suggested softly.

“But you’ve already done a lot for me today, so don’t feel like you have to or anything,” you added, slowly feeling yourself sinking into the excuse pit the average people-pleaser would.

You couldn’t lie, it was pretty painful having to take care of yourself when you were sick. Often neglecting meals, since nothing sounded digestible. Or opting to stay in bed because grabbing medicine was too much work.

“Thanks for coming to check on me.. it really means a lot for you to have gone out of your way for me like this…”

Baji’s heart stopped when he heard you say that. The smile you added on to the sentence making him feel all the more proud. Sporting a blush of his own, he dropped his bag and settled in.

“What kind of movies we talkin here?”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #Tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄

▹ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: flame emperor sabo x fem!reader (usage of she-form) ▹ ᴘʟᴏᴛ: over twelve years ago, sabo promised to marry her if they meet again in the future, but then he seemingly never reached the first island beyond dawn island. his death changed the plans, forced her back into the noble bubble until she decided to pursue a life in freedom. fleeing from her noble family in high town & following her childhood friend luffy through thick and thin. but multiple things happen, and suddenly, she finds herself in the presence of a long-lost face. ▹ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: nsfw! (mdni!) + fluff + pet names + depression + soulmates & second chance kind of trope, all warnings will be added before each part.

"oh ace," she giggled, holding the back of her hand to her glossy lips. "you would make a very bad noble."

"you already said yes! you can not take that back now!"

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ▹ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ғɪsᴛ ▹ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?

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CW: there is some Major Character Death here, but it's time loop, so they don't really die

Anyway! Here's a little sneak peek at one of the extras for my Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins AU

This part specifically is from the Upside Down's POV about all the previous loops ^_^

The following are just a few of the loops written about in this extra! There's a lot more than Steve and Eddie predicted in the fic lol

It decided to just pick someone. It stretched the web as far as it could, weaving itself into the other dimension so time in that place could be flexible enough for the Upside Down to peek through. People and places and times rushed over it, billions of lives and billions of experiences. Many were bad, more were good, and even more just were; they were just simple moments of mundanity that the Upside Down treasured for their unfamiliarity. People didn’t seem to like those moments, though. It watched as they expressed disdain for something boring, dreamt of something exciting. The Upside Down decided to choose someone with a life that overflowed with those simple moments. It wanted someone who yearned for a new experience. It needed someone good (a person who felt a fundamental urge to do good things), someone who could be dropped in the middle of chaos incarnate, look around, and decide to fix it. The Upside Down chose Steve Harrington. --------- The Upside Down decided to give Steve a guide for the third try. It dropped Steve in the woods, right after the tunnel digging had started, and sent a healthy demogorgon to help him. He didn’t immediately run away, but Steve took off when the demogorgon opened its petals to greet him. He didn’t pay attention to unfamiliar woods, tripped down a slope, and bashed his head against a sharp rock. That was, perhaps, a more embarrassing death. Even the Upside Down felt embarrassed watching it happen. It generously repaired the web, deciding to not count this attempt. --------- The Upside Down pulled Steve to Hawkins before sending him back in time. It gently guided him to the town through his parents, making them dream of a small town and idyllic nature walks and fresh air. It watched as he followed his parents into a new home, eagerly connected its web to the door so he would travel to a week before Vecna made his move, and held its breath. Steve didn’t die this time, but he only lasted three days. He was confused by the door at first, of course. That was expected. He was easily excited once he realized he’d time traveled, and he reacted as the Upside Down had expected: Steve accepted the fact and decided to explore. He didn’t get involved with Nancy or the kids, though. In fact, he never saw them. He ran into another boy first, someone named Eddie, according to Nancy’s memories. The Upside Down didn’t see a problem at first; if Steve was around Eddie, then he’d be there when that first girl died, and his goodness would take over. Steve was there when the girl died. He saw her float to the ceiling, saw her arms and legs break, heard Eddie’s panicked worries about being blamed for everything. And his goodness did take over. It just took over in the wrong direction. He took Eddie (and Wayne, a man that was part of Eddie’s family web) and brought him home, walked him right through time so he wouldn’t get caught for a murder he couldn’t disprove. The Upside Down had been stumped by that one. It didn’t know how things could go wrong quite like that. Shouldn’t Steve have wanted to fix the root of the issue? Why had he just removed himself and two people from the situation?

The Upside Down spared Steve and Eddie one more glance, and then it repaired the web. ------ A few failed attempts later, Steve met Robin for the first time. It was in the past, before he met Eddie, at the video store. They seemed to recognize something in each other and immediately hit it off, trading jokes and friendly barbs that evolved into getting pizza together later. In that attempt, Steve didn’t get the chance to meet Eddie before taking Robin to the future the moment Vecna started killing people. It was so unexpected that the Upside Down didn’t repair the web right away. It watched Steve and Robin live their lives, laugh and cry and struggle together, and eventually end up in the same senior center. They never changed; they only grew closer and leaned on each other when that feeling of something missing rose up their throats and made their eyes sting. The Upside Down couldn’t watch them die, though, and so it finally repaired the web to try again.

#steddie #steddie snippet #modern steve in 80s hawkins #throwback thursday steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steve and robin

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kiritella · 6 months

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Series: Sehnsucht, Chapter Eight: Retribution

Pairings: Geralt x Teen!Reader, Yennefer x Teen!Reader

Warnings: !!! death, child death !!! Fire, toxic parents? Burns. mentions of abuse, torture, murder.

Words: 4.7k

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She should have felt more, she thought, to push open the gates for the western outskirts of Ban Glean. It should have made her feel something. It wasn’t nothing, exactly, after all, there was a deeply rooted disgust within her. However, it wasn’t as groundbreaking as she had thought it would be. The steps she took past the boundary of the village were no different than the hundreds she had taken to get there, and strangely, no different than the ones she’d taken to leave seven years ago.

It felt wrong, somehow, to be so miserably calm.

“You cannot blame yourself for healing,” D’ao said.

“I don’t really blame myself, it’s just weird. So much happened…” She frowned when the village gate creaked and shuddered, unable to close properly with its crooked hinges. She stopped, staring at the rotting wood and wearing ropes. “I used to hate this gate.”

“It isn’t much of one now…”

“Was it always so small?”

“Well…you were much smaller back then.”

She huffed a small laugh, nodding as she turned toward the heart of the village. An old alley between houses approached on her left, the alley where little boys and girls used to kick and spit at her. The one she was always afraid to pass when she wanted to come home from playing in the woods. She wondered again at how she didn’t feel—Oh.

That was what was so strange.

It wasn’t that she was calm, or that she felt nothing. She simply wasn’t afraid. Years of pain had taught her fear, and never once had she been able to pass through those gates, walk this lane, without a trace of it.

“Is this why you had me talk about it so much?”

“It is. And it is why you stayed with the knights of the flaming rose.”

She scoffed. “You hated it there, wanted to leave at any moment.”

“But you did not,” he said, and she fell silent. “For what they were in their deficiencies, they were still honorable. Your faith in humanity remains because of them. They gave you something I could not.”

“They were…good, in their own way, weren’t they?” she said as she entered the main road leading through town. A few people raised their heads to watch her pass, but she didn’t pay them much mind other than a glance and a nod, and no one tried to speak to her. “More lovely than these people.”

“Indeed. There is more cheer to be found in a graveyard.”

“Dead men can’t suffer, I guess.” she said, her eyes trained on a woman up ahead. She was hunched over a pail of water, a cloth scrubbed against a washboard, but her shoulders were exposed. The markings of a heavy whipping were borne on them, embedded and marred. She grimaced and looked away, a sickening burn in her chest.

She paused at the last turn and realized, then, just how small the village actually was. Even from here, she could see the other side of it. It seemed so much bigger back then.

Three kids ran from another, nearly bumping into her when they ran across the street. They squealed and laughed, holding up sticks for swords and baskets for shields. They were so young, and naive, and didn’t understand the importance of what had happened here. Of what still happened.

Did they understand the cruelty like she had at their age? Had they been the subjects of it? They weren’t silent like she had been forced to be. Her heart ached, because even if they had tasted the end of cruel punishment, would they still end up like their parents? Little boys like their heartless fathers? Little girls like their docile, accepting mothers? It should have been a crime, she thought, for them to have been born in a place like this.

“It is not their fault,” D’ao said. “You can’t blame a child for the crimes of their parents—the laws. The only things they have done have been taught to them by the only people they have.”

“I don’t blame the children,” she said, turning the last corner. The Alderman’s house sat near the end of the street, large and built up, proud. “I blame their parents, and I hate that this wretched place is the only thing they will ever know. They are raised to believe cruelty is normal, and because of that, they won’t be any better. I mourn who they should have been, if they had not been born here.”

“Time will tell.”

“Time would see these kids whipped like their parents.”

“Time will allow for rage, and rage to rebellion, rebellion to change. The only thing certain is that nothing remains the same.”

“And how long will it take before a rebellion makes a change? How many people will be left to suffer and die here before someone gives a damn?”

“....’ D’ao sighed mournfully. “I don’t know. All I can say is this…do not mourn those who are not lost. These children may yet grow to be good people, and not all in this village were evil on the day you left it.”

She frowned and became silent. He wasn’t wrong. There were still good people here, and she would not be able to tear this place to the ground without regret. She hated it here, every rock, every building, every plant, but she could not hate every person. The mothers, despite their crimes of remaining silent and others for condoning, were mostly victims. The fathers, though some certainly deserved death, were subject to the laws and bound by them. She had seen men weep for their wives, and beaten themselves, because they could not bear to see their loved ones punished. She had seen mothers claw out the eyes of officials who dared to raise a hand against their sons and daughters. Yes, the place was wretched and she hated it to its very core, but she could not hate them all.

She stopped at the door of the Alderman’s house—her father’s house, if she were to relate to it. She did not bother to cast an illusion over her eyes as she knocked, finding it senseless at this point. Her mother would know, and her father would not be able to do anything worse than what he had already done.

“You are sure it was Ita who captured the Afreet.”

“The Council says so. It has been a week already, though, and I fear we might be too late.”

“Do you think she has already forced it into a contract?”

“I am not certain, but if she has, she has not done it here.”

“How do you know?”

“The village isn’t on fire, obviously. No genie would be bound without a fight.”

She grimaced, and D’ao continued. “Do not worry. If the Afreet is merely bottled up, you will simply take the bottle away from here and let it loose. It will know you once you begin the spell, and you will send it home with no issues.”

“And if it is bound?”

“Then your first time freeing a genie will be interesting!” D’ao said playfully. Her heart sank, and D’ao immediately changed tones. “Do not worry. It will be fine. I will walk you through what you forget.”

She hummed. Seeing as no one answered the door, she knocked again, but louder. Again, she was met with no response. Looking around her and seeing no one of great importance, she sighed and lifted the latch. There was no resistance, and so she shoved open the door and stepped inside.

The house hadn’t changed much over the years. A table was to her left, a knife and carrots strewn about on it. A few chairs sat across the way in front of the fire, which still held steady flames and fresh logs. They hadn’t been gone long, it would seem.

“I thought you might come back one day,” a woman spoke, exiting the side chamber on the right. There was no familiarity in her figure as she stood and approached the fire. Nothing familiar in the way she walked, limping and crooked, or in the way she held her back up straight, her collarbones sticking out far too much from her skin. “It seems you could not gather the hint of an unanswered door, so please, come right in.”

“I wasn’t planning on coming back,” she said, and the woman, so dreadfully strange though once familiar, laughed softly.

“And yet you did.”

“Ita—”

“Oh, you didn’t do me the traditional courtesy of calling me mother.”

The girl hesitated, strangely amused. Her brows furrowed gently. “Would you have preferred it?”

A pause. “No.” Ita sat herself in front of the fire. She did not look at her anymore, favoring the reflection of the flames. “By all accounts I have not been your mother for the last seven years. Before even that, I suppose I had not considered myself one. There is no need to stand in ceremony now.”

The girl grimaced and flicked her eyes away, favoring the carrots on the table. It was not as though Ita paid attention, or even could perceive the pang in her chest, but she found herself unable to look at her.

“What is it that you want?” Ita asked. “If you have come back here for my love, I am afraid I don’t have any to give you. You have known this since before you left, it hasn’t changed in your absence. You had best be gone while your father is out. Nothing good will happen if you stay.”

The girl smiled, and to a woman who did not consider herself her mother, it was genuine. “As you have said, I have never had your love. I do not need it now.”

Ita hummed, but there was something in the way her shoulders slumped. She stepped into the room, scanning the edges and shelves for the genie bottle.

“Might I ask you something, though?” she said.

“If you must.”

“Why did you hate me for the same sins you committed?”

Ita snapped her head toward her with a hint of disapproval. “The same sins?”

“For being born, and for having magic.”

“Hated you for being born?” Ita said suddenly, as if surprised, and stood from her seat. The flames danced in her eyes. “No, I didn’t hate you for either of those things.”

The girl paused, her brows furrowing as bitter heat gripped her chest. “No?”

“You were right on one account, though. I did hate you for my own sins. You were quiet and docile. You listened to everything your father told you, accepted his beatings. And me?” she scoffed, “You looked up to me like I was some sort of saint—the epitome of good. You laughed and you smiled and you didn’t say a fucking word. You let them beat you. Then you came home to me so that I could fix it. Your saintly mother. I hated you, because you were my exact copy.”

The girl’s eyes widened when Ita’s hand swung out, a light orange spark illuminating beneath her skin, crackling at her fingers. “But I never hated you more than the day you were exiled from this place. It would have been better for everyone if you had killed every last one of us that day. But no, you were foolish, and you spared us. You condemned us to the misery of living in this place.”

Ita sneered. “Did you know they cut out Valeska’s tongue because she tried to defend her son when he played out in the woods? No one was allowed to leave without an official after you left. He was a child. They whipped that whoreson too, Balint, for having said something kind about you and the Witchers. The day you decided to be righteous—”

“Your sins, and the sins of the rest of this village,” the girl interrupted sharply, her voice frighteningly cold in contrast to the growing flame in her chest, “Are not my burden to bear.”

Ita stiffened and turned away. She looked into the fire once more and was silent for a time. “No, I supposed they aren’t.” She said miserably, “but the burden is heavy, and I am sick of carrying it.”

The girl’s lips twisted as she resumed looking for the genie’s bottle. A violent scream ached in the base of her throat. How could she defend someone else’s daughter, and in the same sentence condemn her own? Then she remembered, she was not her daughter by any account other than blood.

“I never blamed you entirely,” she said, “It was less your fault than father’s. He was the one who influenced the laws. I despised you for a while, but that is…I don’t feel much about it all anymore, it seems,” she said, quietly, honestly and she swallowed thickly. “I still don’t particularly like you though.”

Ita laughed humorlessly and shook her head. “A bit of honesty, I see. Let me push it further so we can both be on our way, then. If you don’t blame me, and you aren’t here for my love, then what are you here for? Are you here to forgive me then? To relinquish my burdens?”

The girl hummed as she poked around the vials and bottles and vases, none of which were what she was looking for. She took a moment to spare Ita a glance. “Nothing I say can remove the weight of what happened here. And if anything of what you have said is true, that my kindness is what makes you hate me, then I am certain my forgiveness would not relieve your burdens. It would only make them worse.”

Ita’s shoulders slumped. “I see. Then…” she whispered. Tentatively, she bent over the side of the fire pit, and reaching behind it into the shadows, pulled up a large clay bottle. Runes were written within the clay, old Elder speech, if she could read it properly, and as a lid, a metal seal. D’ao made a few selective remarks that shall remain unspoken for their vulgarity.

“Then I suppose you are here for this?” Ita asked, and the runes burned red and orange, the seal hissing as she lifted the bottle up. The Aftreet remained caged within.

The girl stiffened, her jaw clenching as she remained silent. Ita smiled dimly as she turned to face her daughter. There, in the low light offered by the narrow windows and fire, the woman looked empty. Her arms crossed as the bottle hung from her slender fingers, her bones poking out from beneath her worn and taut skin. Her lips were cracked from anxious biting, her nails chewed short. Scars poked out from her shoulders and chest, bruises littered about her arms. For a mage, she was young and to some might have been beautiful still, if given the chance to heal. Despite the delicacies of her body, she was still simply empty.

“You—” she started, taking a step forward as Ita interrupted her.

“I haven’t told anyone what happened that day, but I could hardly call myself a mage if I didn’t recognize the power of a genie.” Ita grimaced, her hands clenching the bottle tightly. “I could never understand you. After everything that happened…even with all that power at your fingertips.”

There was nothing she could say that would ease her mind. “I knew what everyone thought I was.”

Ita shook her head. “I learned some things when you were gone,” she said. “I had time to think and ponder, and I realized something about people. I didn’t know it for myself for several years—don’t move or I swear it I will drop this bottle,” she said and the girl froze in her tracks.

Ita continued. “It came to me one day. I…Valeska, when they cut out her tongue, do you know what she did? She took her knife, and she slit the throats of three people before they were able to run her through. She had been so calm before then, quiet, like the rest of us. Everyone thought she had gone mad. That’s the thing, though, isn’t it? In every way we are extreme, were are the same in opposite. In every way we are kind, we are just as ruthless. In every way we are docile, we are equally savage.” She paused, and it seemed as though she wept, even though no tears were shed. “Monsters are born out of innocence, when they have had their innocence stripped from them in the cruelest ways.”

“...” the girl paused, shaking her head. It wasn’t… “We still have a choice. We aren’t…we aren’t mindless—we get to choose.” she crept a bit closer as flames danced in Ita’s eyes, sparked beneath her skin. For the first time since she entered the village, fear seized her chest.

“They already believe we are monsters, my dearest.” her voice cracked and her fingers twitched. “I’m just proving them right.”

Ita dropped the bottle, it shattered on the ground, and all at once, there was nothing but fire.

The flames enveloped her before she had the chance to react, their unnatural heat licking her skin as the ground quaked. She dropped to the floor as a violent screech cut through the air and the walls caved in. The roof erupted into flames, collapsing on top of her as a massive, bird-like creature launched up through the thatch and wood and soared up into the sky in a pillar of fire.

She covered her head with her hands, and with a few mumbled words, the air around her seized and braced like a shield, barely enough to keep her clothes unburnt as the flames took hold of every open space. The house was set ablaze, and she was in the midst of it. She couldn’t breathe, and that familiar, haunting fear erupted in her bones.

The girl gasped for air, burying herself deeper in the ground as it trembled for her. The dirt stirred beneath her knees just as a support beam fell from the roof behind her, so close her heart jumped as the flames brushed the ends of her hair.

“Get out!” D’ao shouted. A narrow dirt path lifted on the ground, the pocket of air surrounding her grew smaller. She crawled with the path, coughing as smoke gathered in her lungs, ducking beneath the falling roof and climbing over the walls as heat began to devour her skin. The path lead her stumbling into the street.

That stiff, sickening quiet that had once filled the village was gone, replaced with complete and utter panic and chaos. A rain of fire fell from the sky and she stumbled as she gathered herself to her feet. A man ran screaming from his home and fell, his body entirely consumed in flames. She couldn’t remove her eyes from him as he writhed. And then came the horror.

The moment she took a step, she couldn’t stop running. She bumped into people and stumbled, lungs burning, until she found herself further from the center of the destruction. She hid herself on a beaten path behind a house. If she wanted, she could peek back out over its side and see Ita, see everyone and everything, but she couldn’t. Her heart beat violently against her ribs and her hands clasped over her ears to drown out the screaming. The flames and terror, the constraints on her lungs, it was familiar. Terribly. And all she could feel was chains, all she could see was blood and fire.

She couldn’t breathe.

The wind stirred heavily around her as the Afreet soared above her, massive and bold, its wings of flame so intense that as they extended, their tips brushed the nearby houses and ignited the wood. And even in just those few moments, she looked back to the ground, and the place she had once called home, was slowly turning to ash and cinders. It seemed to her, in that moment, as the Afreet’s wings flapped and collided with the roof of the blacksmith’s shop, the one she hid behind, that even the dirt would not escape its fury. Hot coals littered the ground so fully the earth glowed red and she trembled.

“Gather yourself!” D’ao shouted, a steadying grip on her spin aimed to pull her out of the shock and panic. “Open the gate!”

She peeked around the corner, and in the center of the destruction, Ita stood, untouched by the flames with her arms stretched out. In a terrifying discovery, she heard the woman laugh. It verberated through the air and drowned out the screams. Her head whipped around with wide eyes, people ran all about as houses and trees caught fire. The wind picked up speed and stirred the dust and flames into a whirlwind.

“Aen daerienn essaeth–Aen dae—”

What were the words again?

The Afreet let out another ear piercing cry. She looked, and as it thrashed against the verbal chains Ita spoke into binding.

“I-I—” she stuttered, shaking her head as destruction erupted around her. The flames turned from orange to blue, and an immense heat washed over her skin. Her breaths came in short as she coughed out the smoke and her skin burned. Bodies began to collapse in the street. “I can’t remember—The words—”

“Breathe, child—” D’ao said, and for a moment the rest of the chaos was drowned out. Her ears rang.

People bumped into her as they fled, running from the homes catching on fire. She stumbled. The whirlwind picked up heat, and she groaned as her arms began to blister. With a thrust of her hand, she buried it into the earth, and then pulled. The ground launched up in a wall against the wind, shielding her from the brunt of its heat.

“You must take a breath and steady yourself. You are the gateway, child. The words have not changed, you must open the door. I will guide you, but by God child, you must breathe!”

Her body pulsed as though someone was beating against a closed door, and white lines cracked along the girl’s arms. Fresh air burst out of the miniscule fractures, filling her lungs. With it, came clarity. A cold wash of determination that was not her own, but granted to her from those on the other side of the door.

Across the way, Ita stood bathed in fire, but it did not hurt her. Instead, the flames sank into her skin until her veins turned red and crawled across her bare body. She was changing, morphing and crystalizing. It was unnatural and strange, but Ita did not waver even as her skin became dark as coal.

She grit her teeth and gathered her wits with the fresh air. D’ao began to recite the words in her ear, the impression of his hand on her shoulder keeping her steady as she knelt on the ground. “Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass comp—”

The Afreet dove down into the village with an excited shriek, startling her. Dropping quickly back to the ground, she tossed up her hands and forced the earth to entomb her in a shallow grave as the Afreet’s wings glided an arm’s reach above her, the intense heat sinking so dreadfully into her hands that she screamed. The earth shook as D’ao cursed.

For the first time in years, he sounded frightened. The earth trembled as the firm impression of his arms around her held her tightly. “Let her finish the damn spell—hellish fool! Do you want to kill her?!”

The Afreet screeched, and when her grave unburied her, crumbling around her, her heart stopped. She could no longer feel the heat, or the blistering of her skin. She couldn’t feel anything except the bone-chilling horror.

The flaming whirlwind expanded as Ita screamed, her body no longer her own as it turned back, morphing like red hot coals. Her voice was no longer hers, but layered and heavy, dreadful. But as the fire cracked, as it raged with boundless power, she watched it consume. The buildings were no more, having been burned to the ground, and because of this she could not escape the sights. Fire burst out and grasped hold of the people who ran like monstrous hands. Even the woods on the outskirts caught fire, and with agonizing screams, everyone within them burned.

For a moment, she could not speak, her mind unable to grasp reality as she watched a little boy—a child who had once held a stick for a sword, a basket for a shield—disintegrate into ash and bone. She could not understand how Ita, even consumed by fire and rage, laughed.

The Drowners that laid in rivers and ate children could hardly compare to what Ita was then, for Drowners were dead and could not understand. But she, in that moment, understood. She answered the questions she had held on to from the first moment she could think. Its answer stood in front of her. So, horror struck and frightened, she whispered the words D’ao whispered in her ear.

“Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass compes incantaentum. Ego conteram vincula vestra Cáerme creasa.”

A scream pierced the air as she reached out her hand and the chains binding the Afreet trembled and groaned. It was not from the Afreet, or even the ones subjected to the flames, but from the monstrosity that stood unbothered in the midst of the carnage. It was no longer Ita, as her flesh had turned to coal, her eyes empty of life and reddened to their core. It screeched like an animal, a mindless beast, its body becoming increasingly disfigured. The Afreet dove as white cracks began to from on the girl’s hands and reached up her arms with ghosts of golden smoke. The swarming sound of cicadas thrummed in every corner of her mind, echoing in the dirt beneath her feet, in the air she breathed. It built with every word passing her lips.

“Aen daerienn essaeath rhydd er mwyn niwtraliaeth. Agwetheill aep te Eileamaid Gaeth.”

The chains snapped. Ita’s remnants howled and jerked its head toward her. Miserably, it tried to charge at her, but the girl reached out an open hand, and the ground spiked beneath the creature. It pierced the its legs and they broke, the coal snapping in two. The creature did not seem to feel it, as it began to crawl toward her and howled. The white cracks reached up from the girl’s waist to cover her neck and met the ones breaking up her arms upon her shoulders. The Afreet’s tail touched the ground as it approached the woman from behind, and she closed her eyes and she spoke the incantation again.

“Aen daerienn essaeth en’leass compes incantaentum. Ego conteram vincula vestra Cáerme creasa. Aen daerienn essaeath rhydd er mwyn niwtraliaeth. Agwetheill aep te Eileamaid Gaeth.”

The ancient Elder words caused the air to thicken and condense, their weight descended upon the village to compact the dust and still the whirlwind, not even the flames could persist. The girl’s blue eyes flashed as a strike of lightning beneath the ocean and all at once, the Gateway opened. The cracks within her body expanded and separated in a blinding white light, and though it was not painful, it was consuming. She fragmented as the Afreet passed through her. There was a glimpse of an immense plane of fire. A dozen Afreets. A lake of white and blue flames. Reddened eyes and—a bow of gratitude. And then there was nothing.

It was dark as the fragments of her body and mind slowly sealed back into their rightful places, white cracks fading, closing the Gateway—sealing time and space. There was nothing in the midst of it, and she despised the complete stillness because in that moment, she was entirely alone, adrift as her body returned to its physical state.

Flashes of Kaer Morhen shot across her mind. Geralt and Yennefer in the gathering hall, their heads shooting up as the medallions hanging on the tree began to vibrate. She could swear she could hear their violent hiss. She saw as Geralt’s eyes landed on her, launching from his seat, her name on his lips before he too, disappeared into bitter blackness. She smiled as her weakened, reformed body began to collapse and she fell into the ash and cinders—amongst the bones of the dead and tormented, beside an unmoving coal hand, broken cleanly from its owner’s disfigured body.

It was strange, then, because all she could see as her consciousness waned, the burns on her body consuming, was purple and gold.

“Yenn—” she whispered, then her mind slipped and she was gone.

The token dangling from her neck pulsed.

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Sails and Anchors

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, pirate!au

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of robbery, knives

Part 1 – Abandon Ship

Every so often captain kim hongjoong would return to land with his crewmates to take a short rest from the treacherous seas. No matter how long or short his visits were, he was sure to find himself at the town’s most popular bar among the fisherfolk, where all the merchants, pirates and fishermen tend to have a drink or two amongst their travels. However, while everyone else’s priorities were fixated on drinking their sorrows away or celebrating their jollies, the captain’s intentions were a little different.

You just so happened to be the owner of said bar, handed down to you from your father after he passed away. Patrons who were rooted in the town knew who you were and what you stood for. Harassment of your barmaids and drunk troublemakers were not tolerated at all as you had your convoys to keep your patrons in check. Word eventually spread and those who spoke of you came to know you as ‘the boss lady’ who managed her bar far better than the government ran this god-forsaken town.

Now, the captain’s reputation hasn’t always been a pure white platter. You heard stories of this ‘pirate king’ and the dangerous heists he and his men had pulled off in the past. Like the wealthy merchants he had robbed and other pirates he held captive but also the time he freed women and children from being held against their will at sea and how he fed his entire home village with the food and wealth he had gathered along his travels. You had to admit, you respected the fact that he could even pull it off under the current ruling of the city as pirates who were caught were known to be jailed for life.

You remember the first night that you met the captain. It was storming the entire day and hardly anyone stopped by the bar that night. You stood behind the wooden counter drying the large beer mugs when you see a man enter the tavern clad in a black uniform. It was well-tailored to suit his frame and he wore a wide black hat which covered his face almost entirely. Mysterious but nothing out of the ordinary from what you usually see on a daily basis. He walked right up the counter where you stood and sat down, removing his hat. You couldn’t help but notice that he was actually quite handsome, unlike the other old, scraggly looking captains who came to the bar.

“A whiskey, please” he said to you.

You fixed his drink and placed it in front of him, “One whiskey for the gentleman in black”

You notice the leather gloves on his hands as he grasped it and shot you a small smile, downing the drink in one go.

“You must be the boss lady?” he asks as you refill his drink

“Perhaps I am. And who are you, might I ask?”

“Kim Hongjoong… or you may know me as the pirate king” he slowly uttered, blinking slowly as he spoke. You could sense how drained he was from his voice.

“Hm, I’ve heard a story or two about you”

“Oh, have you?” his eyebrow raises slightly as he looks at you

“You know, word gets around in a town like this”

You spend the rest of the night discussing his adventures and the truths to the stories you’ve heard about him. He was a charming man. Not only did his gaze capture your attention but he knew how to hold you in a good conversation. It was his first time at your town and all of his connections recommended him to visit your bar. He sought out to find you and that’s exactly what he did. Almost every other night before he left for his voyage, he would stop by, not for a drink, but to see your face. There was a spark between you both but unfortunately, time did not allow for you to grow closer to each other.

Months had passed and you hadn’t seen or heard from the captain. You thought about him quite often and wondered about what adventure he was up to, or whether he was safe and out of danger. Even though the both of you didn’t spend much time together, you did care about the captain. He seemed like a genuine soul and gave you butterflies ever since that first encounter. But that feeling seemed to dwindle as the days went by, as you had your own problems to solve. In the village, things were a bit rough. Living conditions seemed to worsen as the days went by. Food was becoming scarce and there was an attempt to rob your bar, which left you and your barmaids a bit shaken up. The ruling government enforced strict curfews in an attempt to control the villagers and merchant markets were losing business.

It was an eerily quiet Sunday night and the time was a few hours past midnight. You had just closed the bar; doors and windows shut and locked, stools placed on the tables. In the growing silence of the dark, you hear a knock on the main door that made you jump. You questioned whether or not you should entertain guests at this hour, for your safety’s sake. You slowly approached the entrance of the bar and opened the door slightly, while keeping the small door chain hooked in the crevice. Creaking the door slightly open, you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n, are you awake? Hello? Its hongjoong.”

Hongjoong? Did you hear that right? You notice the brim of his hat peeking through the small space in the wooden door.

“Hongjoong is that you?” you asked, quickly opening the door before any of the prison guards spot him. You make eye contact with him, his eyes wide awake. He breaks contact with you to haul a wide, heavy treasure chest into the bar. You look around to make sure nobody sees him and lock the doors once more.

“Come to the back. We shouldn’t be too loud out here.”

You help him lug the chest to the back of the establishment where it was a bit more discreet. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he heaved a heavy breath as he settled on one of the old wooden stools.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to see you again, isn’t it?” you questioned him.

“I’m sorry” he stifled, “sorry to invite myself in like this. I had no idea there was a curfew or anything of the sort until I arrived late tonight. I know you probably have a lot of questions for me.”

“Um, welcome back, I guess? A lot has happened since you left,” you mention as you get him something to drink.

“Food has been pretty scarce and people are taking to the streets to feed their families. The government is lying to us about their rations and creating false images to blame the villagers. Ever since then, things haven’t been the same. I try not to show it but I’m terrified inside. I don’t know what’s going to happen in a few days, much less for a few months. Some thieves barged in the bar a few weeks ago and we were robbed at gunpoint.” You look on at him as hongjoong’s eyes widen and his jaw slackens.

“Are you fucking serious? Are you alright?” He stands up to gently grasp both your arms. “Do you know who they are? If I find them, I swear-

“I’m okay, I don’t know who they are but they didn’t seem like they were interested in hurting anyone. Just needed the money.”

In hongjoong’s mind he somewhat regrets his last voyage, thinking along the lines of if he hadn’t left, he could have offered you some sort of protection from criminal elements. But then he remembered why he came in the first place as his eyes shifted to the giant chest on the floor.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you. It took me a while to get back here, if it wasn’t for me getting shipwrecked in the Canary Islands and being held captive for almost 2 weeks in Gibraltar, I probably would have made it sooner.”

Hongjoong stoops down to the chest and begins opening the large padlocks.

“I did bring you some gifts, though” he smiled up at you as he opens the top.

As you look down, you notice gold coins and chalices, jewelry, food, alcohol and clothing. Things you had never even dreamed of seeing in your life, lay right before your eyes. You didn’t know if you should be concerned or grateful, but you couldn’t help but swoon a tiny bit. Did he really bring all of this just for you?

“Where did all this come from?” you ask.

“It just a bit of a ‘collection’ from my travels.”

He smirks at you but you don’t buy it. “Who did you raid this time, hongjoong?” you fold your arms and look down at him.

“Don’t worry about that, princess” he gets up and places a hand on the small of your back, “empty the chest before someone catches us. You don’t want some bastard guards taking away all this, don’t you?”

Princess? You had thousands of men in your shop every single week and out of all of them, this one seemed to make you dumb in the brain, especially when he says it.

You carefully take out the bread, cured meats and fruit from the loot first, packing it away in the kitchen. He had gathered herbal extracts, imported gin, bourbon and wine from the Spanish vineyards which you couldn’t wait to try. You notice boxes of cigars from Dominica which he then explained that you could sell it in the bar for a pretty price.

As for the clothes, you pulled out beautiful embroidered dresses for the hot days and a beautiful red silk sleepwear set.

BANG BANG BANG

There was a long pause. “Bloody hell” you mutter under your breath, “We should go upstairs” you whisper to hongjoong.

You wait and listen for the shuffle of the guards’ footsteps. When you couldn’t hear them any longer you both emptied the remaining contents in a canvas bag and hid the chest in the kitchen under some linens. Grabbing his hand, you drag him upstairs to your quarters where nobody could possibly hear the both of you. It was a small room where you would do your accounting or record inventory numbers at the end of the day. After which, you would sometimes spend the night in the room behind it as it contained a small twin bed and bath area.

“You can stay here tonight, I won’t risk sending you out there,” you say to him as he observes your small work area. You saw that he was a bit hesitant at first as his stance was stiff.

“Are you sure? I can always sneak my way back to the-“

“Absolutely not! If those guards get hold of you at this hour, you’d rot in a prison cell until god knows when.”

“Well at least let me show you the rest of your gifts.” Hongjoong takes the bag and empties the artifacts onto your desk. “From England, a gold chalice taken from a church during one of our night raids,” he says, taking out the cup and placing it on your bookshelf. “A few gold coins that I happened to pickpocket out of an obnoxious merchant in Valenica’s waist pouch and a Fabergé egg which was supposedly stolen from a very wealthy Russian family and somehow ended up in Lisbon?” he chuckles.

You look at the coins, you swear they were worth 200 times more than what he paid for. As for the egg, you had only heard of these through stories told by travellers but it was even more spectacular looking at it on your measly work table. The golden egg was suspended by 3 legs with intricate carvings in between, with a peculiar blue gemstone between each leg. You try to pick it up but the weight almost made it slip out of your grasp if it wasn’t for hongjoong quickly supporting your hands in his. You look up at him, making eye contact with you for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity. Shying away, quickly set the egg down on your table once more and thank him.

“You really didn’t have to bring me all of this”

“I couldn’t come here empty handed, darling” he smiles as he slowly walks toward you.

“Yes, you could… you know I’m always here if you’re in need”

Setting a hand on your hip and another brushing the hair away from your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “But that wouldn’t be good manners now, would it?”

There was a long pause before you snapped out of your daze to respond to him. “I suppose not.”

Breaking contact with him, you paced around the room, tidying up whatever mess of books you had lying around and getting some spare clothing for the captain to sleep in. Luckily you had a few extra changes of clothing in case your ladies or watchmen required it, so you set aside a linen pajama set for him. Meanwhile, hongjoong sat in a green upholstered chair at one corner of the room, reading one of your father’s old Shakespeare books.

“I set aside some clothes for you in the room, you can have a bath and change there. I can sleep out here for the night.”

“Me? Put a lady out of her own bed? I could never do such a thing,” he teases

“Oh relax, I’ve slept here thousands of times” you retort.

“Have it your way princess, but I must warn you I get nightmares sometimes. I might need you to stay with to me.” Winking at you, he disappears into the room as you patiently wait for him.

Fifteen, thirty, forty-five minutes pass as you lay on the couch in your quarters. A wave of slumber washing over you, eyes barely open. You see the captain standing in your midst, his back towards you. It was all a bit fuzzy but you observe him as he began stripping his clothes, layer by layer. Starting with his long black jacket, then his black shirt and vest which exposed his tattooed back and arms. It was certainly a sight to see. You felt your heat throb a little as he turned to face you with a devilish, hungry look in his liner-smudged eyes. Walking to you, step by step, your vision fades as you call out to him, “C-captain?”

You feel a nudge at your back. Slowly opening your eyes, you see hongjoong staring down at you as you were locked in his embrace.

“I was only gone for an hour and you’re calling out for me in your sleep? You’re too sweet, princess. I’m right here.”

His tone was smooth and sweet like honey, dripping from his lips. While you were fast asleep, you realized that he picked you up and put you in your bed. Yet another sweet gesture he’s done for you. You were actually a bit upset that your dream ended but the good thing was that you could have your fun in the real world now.

Gripping his collar, you pulled him in for a steamy kiss. One full of passion and longing, one to fill the void that he left in your heart for the past few months. The only man who gave you butterflies like a teenaged girl, after years of being a lonely, single woman was finally right in front of you in your own bed. You broke the kiss and looked up at him, gently caressing his face. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you again. I don’t care if you came empty-handed or with a ship full of treasure just for me, I’ve missed you so much, I can’t explain it. I was so worried about you. I waited and waited because I knew you would come one day.”

“I tried my best to stay alive for you. Every decision I made, I thought of you,” he whispers in a low tone, “I couldn’t leave you and not return. I know it was a long wait, and for that I am sorry. But I’m here now, don’t worry my love.”

Diving into your neck, the captain offers sweet kisses, slowly inching down into to valley between your breasts. He pulls your dress straps over your shoulders to give him just enough room to pop them out and latch on to your nipple like a newborn baby. Gripping on to his long locks a little too tightly, he lets out a breathy moan that was like music to your ears. Suddenly, you felt a hand snake up your thigh, under your dress. As he sat back on his knees, he drank in the view before him.

“You look so pretty underneath me like this, my darling.”

You feel his eyes roaming over your body from above and shy away from him a bit, trying to cover your bare chest.

“Don’t” he commanded, “I want to see you. All of you.”

You pull him in for another kiss as you feel his hand slip into your undergarments. It was no surprise that you were already soaked from his touch as he gave you exactly what your body was craving these past few months. Carefully positioning his fingers, he entered you and hit that sweet spot that made you go dizzy.

“Captain please-“

He rid himself of the clothes you gave him and climbed on top of you. You could see his aching, rock hard member almost ready to burst. Lining himself up at your entrance, he stroked himself against your slippery folds and inch by inch, he penetrated your walls. You let out somewhat of a short loud scream which triggered hongjoong to lean over you. Diving into your neck, he pushed your knees back and glided himself deep into your cunt. You couldn’t help but clench around him as you enjoyed the feeling of having him like this inside of you. You whimpered into his ear as he abused that golden angle, feeling the knot in your stomach growing larger by the second.

“Fuck me like you miss me, captain”

“Oh, I will darling”

Hongjoong gripped your thighs and started slamming into you relentlessly. It turned you on even more seeing him use you like his personal whore. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gripped onto his arms as you came all over his cock, letting out an ungodly scream. Still twitching under his grasp, you feel his rhythm become unsteady and his legs begin to shake, it was only a matter of time until he spilled his warm seed inside you, letting you know just how good it felt in you ear.

Recovering from your climax, hongjoong cradled you in his arms. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and the both of you were out like a light.

A bright beam of sunlight peeped through your makeshift curtain which seemingly woke you up from what seemed like the best sleep you ever had in years. Sitting up, you look around and notice that hongjoong was gone. What seemed like the most amazing night of your life, slowly began to sour itself. You weren’t angry or sad, but more so confused. Why did he leave? Did it have to do with last night? Where did he go?

Coming out into your quarters, you see that hongjoong was still not there. However, there was a note addressed to you, conveniently sitting on your work table.

“My angel y/n,

First of all, I am so sorry to leave like this. If I could spend more time with you, please know that I would. The truth is that I snuck out of my ship to bring you your gifts. I had to return by morning to avoid confrontation with my crew. Sadly, by the time you read this, I would have already left town en route to Portugal. I will be away for about 3 months if everything goes as planned. You have my word that I will come see you again once we return to your hometown.

Please do not despise me. I love you with every fibre of my being. I remember the first time I saw you while I was visiting, it felt like you cast a spell on me. I couldn’t stop looking at you, admiring you. The way you speak, the way you walk, I wanted to talk to you so badly. Luckily my wish was granted one day, and since then I couldn’t stop thinking about you, regardless of where I was in the world. Please remember this when you think of me.

Again, forgive me for not explaining my absence beforehand when you awake. I wish I could have given you one last kiss before my departure but I will survive for you, my love. So that one day we will meet again.

Hongjoong x”

Your chest burned as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. After months of waiting for his return, he shows up one night, and then disappears from your arms again. Yes, you were hurt because he could have saved you the distress, but you were more upset because of the loneliness that now resided in you. His love was like opium, and you were now in withdrawal.

The days seemed to drag longer and longer. Nothing brought you happiness anymore. Your workers could sense something was definitely wrong with your demeanor, but no one dared to ask you what was the matter. You tried not to show it but internally you knew that hongjoong was gone and there was no way of telling when he would return, despite what he wrote in his letter. There was an emptiness that nothing you did could satiate. No amount of alcohol, tobacco or food could fill that void.

One afternoon you set out into the market to buy food and supplies. Sundays were quite a busy day with many of the townsfolk running their errands just like you. After visiting the sweet old ladies who sold fresh produce, you made your last stop at the fish market, which was known for being a bit sketchy because of the pirates, thugs and other sea-farers that came out ever so often. You still took the risk because, for one, there was no one else to buy it for you, and secondly, you had nothing to lose. You didn’t care about risking your life for a piece of seafood because quite frankly, you felt like there was nothing to live for anymore. You walk up to an old, plump man with a white beard and white hair which he seemed to be losing at the crown of his head. He was a friend of your father’s and even though you did not know him well, you felt like you could trust him to not raise his prices on you.

“Five snappers and two pounds of your shrimp please”

“Of course. Scaled and cleaned?”

“Yes please”

You stood patiently at the stall, finally acknowledging the fishy smell of the docks.

“Here you are, miss”

He hands you the goods and you begin your journey home. You decided to take the shortest route home. It was lonely yes, but it was better than walking all the way around the market again. You make a left, then a right. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man walking not too far behind you. You didn’t want to assume the worst, so you deliberately took a different route which led you back to a more populated area. Unbeknownst to you, the man quickened his pace, grabbed you by your hair and put a knife to your throat.

You dropped your parcels and slowly put your hands up.

“Just take what you want and leave me be”

“Give me your money!” he spat as he jammed the knife closer to you. “You better give me all your fucking money right now or I’ll cut this pretty throat of yours.”

Click.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

There was a nerve-wracking pause which seemed to last for a lifetime. A new, unfamiliar voice had entered the picture. You kept still, waiting for the man to slacken his grip on you, which he slowly did.

“Drop it.”

You hear the weapon fall to the ground behind you. Immediately you pick it up and turn around, pointing it to the unfortunate individual who was caught in your act. That was until you saw your saviour. A handsome, tall man stood with a gun pressed to the back of the thug’s head. He wore a uniform embezzled with pins, chains and badges of some sort. He seemed quite intimidating but you were grateful for him stopping you from being robbed.

“I could have you thrown in jail and let starvation eat you alive or I can let you go… but if I catch you doing this stunt again, I will personally allow the navy to take you out to sea and make you walk the plank so that you are never seen around here ever again… It’s your choice really.”

“P-please sir, I- I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, please spare me; I’m begging!!”

“I’m counting to five. You best get lost now. One.”

By the time he got to two, he was already out of sight. You decide to interject and thank him for saving your ass. You pick up your parcels and wait for him to turn back around to face you.

“Thank you so much. I- I really don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here”

He chuckles and smiles at the ground. “That’s alright. It’s my job.” He takes a few steps closer to you and sticks out his hand for you to shake, looking directly into your eyes.

“My name is Seonghwa, army strategist and marksman… along with some other titles you probably don’t care about. Nice to meet you.”

a/n: took me a while to do this one but I really enjoyed it!! part 2 coming soon (i hope lol). feel free to like and reblog!

tags: @marvelstan0905

photos are not mine cr to owners

Part 2 is out now!

#ateez smut #ateez hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez fluff #ateez angst #hongjoong smut

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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Buried. That’s where your lightsaber and former life was. You left it all behind to make a new life for yourself on this little planet called Earth

You made your way to a small town, nothing to big or expansive, somewhere you could set down roots and not worry about drawing attention. Your first day in such town did not go over well. The townsfolk weren't exactly the most friendly of people. You were close to leaving and trying somewhere else when the sound of food clattering to the ground caught your ear.

You turn to find a young woman with her groceries all over the ground. And none of the nearby folks were assisting her. You could see the tears beginning to stream down her porcelain face.

You quickly ran and helped her gather her groceries.

"T-Thank you" she whispered as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. "You're not from around here are you?"

"Is it that obvious?" you ask with a little shrug. "I'm Y/N"

"Brynn" she answers back with a little smile. You smile back, earning the scowls from several townsfolk.

"Everyone around here's not exactly friendly"

"It's me they're angry at"

"Well let's get out of their sight then" you guide her out the door of the market and escort Brynn to her car.

"I-I really should thank you" she looks at you longingly. "D-do you like stir fry?"

"I love it" you smile.

That was your first date with Brynn and over time you found your home. A place with Brynn, a fellow outcast. Well if you were going to be outcasts, then you and Brynn would be outcasts together.

for @deafeningsharkslimeempath

#no one will save you #kaitlyn dever #brynn #brynn x reader #jedi reader #star wars #jedi #starkiller #no one will save you imagine #hulu #hulu imagine

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popawritter12 · 20 days

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Can I request this

a reader who is a traveling dancer with Yandere blood moon shen. If you want some lore, Shen and reader were best friends when they were younger.

Author's notes: I had many complications this week, sorry but I will finish your requests more slowly, sorry if I lose my initial regularity :(

Also, there's was something that I wanted to add: Please add the gender of the reader, it is important because I need to know if you want a male, female, non-binary or any other gender reader, it is important when converting it from my Spanish to English <3

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Shen x reader

Yandere character: Shen From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: League Of Legends Case: Kidnapping, childhood friends, small memory loss, mentions of bondage, unhealthy obsession, mention of a cult Part:1 of 1 Finished: Yes -

The night was full of stars, the streets are illuminated by decorations of stunning colors, and the people with a happy expression on their faces after so many years. It was no surprise for the cultist to see people being so happy that day, since he was also happy, and not because of the approaching event, it was because, finally his beloved returns home, returns to him and returns to their family roots, to the place where it belonged for so long.

Distant was the time when they lived next to him, where they danced together and they perceptively mocked the mistakes he made when dancing, when the dancer moved as freely as a bird fluttering its wings in the air.

He still has mind images of them when he first saw the dancer; beautiful and with a folk dance ropes. In his eyes, the dancer was a beauty, even for their young age, as they parents always put a lot of thought into their beauty, always trying to stand out at all times, and especially when they was going to act or dance.

He never knew when or how the dancer had become a close friend to him, since he was very shy around them, and had a hard time getting close to her to even greet them, but he did; He had achieved it, and he felt that it had been the best thing he had done in his entire life.

The dancer was always looking for him, looking to play with him and looking for a break from their busy life. Normally they both chased each other in the forest, or practiced different types of dance, the time they had spent together was such that it seemed unreal, given that he was the first friend they had; Their parents never accepted the fact that they had other friends, that the dancer sought to have their childhood in peace without their parents worrying about it, so the dancer ran away from their home almost daily to be able to see it.

It was obvious that they both developed a feeling for each other; love, and mainly a friendship that they thought would never be broken.

However, everything was never rosy, especially when Shen was told that his beloved dancer was going to leave.

He tried to stop the family of his dancer, telling them how much they meant to him, and even confessing his love for the dancer…, but it was too late; His precious dancer was too young to decide for their own life, and they was forced to leave what they always called home.

Years passed until they returned, when they did, he noticed that their best friend was not there, that person with whom they always dedicated to dancing and practicing the dance that normally was difficult for them was not there. When the dancer asked about him, everyone refused to give them an answer, saying that no one knew where the poor boy was with whom they danced so much and who enjoyed the little childhood they had.

And it was mainly their love for him that caused them to never forget the feeling they had when they found out the truth; when they found out that he had decided to join that horrific cult. To that group of people who constantly harms the entire town, many thought it was impossible, and even the person who told them said that she doubted if it was really him.

It was painful, very painful to think that by abandoning his friend he had caused him to go down the wrong path, to notice that, almost by accident, he had been forced to join the cult of the blood moon, and repeatedly nights he blamed themselves for those decisions he had taken.

And yet it was easy for him to find out when they returned for the first time, and searched every corner of the village for the dancer, that person with whom he tried as fervently to fall in love with him as the first time.

However, it was obvious that she was not going to react very well to this, since it was the same cultists who had murdered one of her great friends, she was always going to have that grudge buried deep in her heart. .

He knew that she was never going to forgive him, but that infatuation had escalated in such a way that even with the years he made him see her again, longing to touch her skin again, to see how she had grown And even if he gave her a opportunity to dance with her once again.

And when he met them again he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't stop thinking that they would remember him and that them would run to give him a hug, fill him with affection and remind him that they will always be in his heart, that they was always going to stay and that now no one was going to command their life and that they was going to be by his side until the end of them days.

However, once again his actions ended up working against them, and his dancer only saw him with fear, with terror and with anguish of knowing what he had become, in the decision that he had made from the moment he took a step inside the blood moon temple.

He did not stop repeating repeatedly what he had to do, what he was going to end up doing sooner or later, and what they was going to drive to madness; However on that route, it was very obvious that he had not took a second path, there was no deviation and much less a return.

He tried to force them into a hug, tried to get the dancer to talk to him, but not a single word that he expected from them came out of them, only a scream of fear came out of their mouth. They vocal cords seemed like they were going to end up damaged, and at the same time irritated the man's ears, even if he was confused it didn't take him long to realize why his dancer was having such a reaction.

He let them go, and almost instantly they escaped with all the energy they could muster in their legs, almost as if they wanted to simply disappear from the earth or teleport to a place completely away from him, and a scream from them — That seemed to call another man—was heard in the distance when his dancer was no longer in his range of vision.

That night, after a long time, almost for the first time in his life, he cried and collapsed under the temple, removing a mask from his face, removing that serious and almost emotionless personality from him. That part of him that sought so fervently to eliminate all traces of humanity, and eradicate those very human and sensitive feelings that lived in his heart.

It was terrible and horrendous, almost frightening, the feeling of knowing how his beloved dancer had treated him, even more knowing that it was her fault that they had reacted so badly, that the dancer had decided to simply reject him and walk away from him at full speed.

It was a memory that played in his mind for many nights, even for weeks he wondered what he had done wrong, what mistake he had made for them to make the decision to run as far away from him as possible, and why they had done so rejected in such a way that even running as far away from him as possible.

But, a memory appeared in his mind.

One that he had buried inside his chest, one that she thought he would never see again.

Two young people were walking in the middle of the forest, the illumination of the sun at midday allowed them to see clearly. The hurried steps of the youngest were the most heard due to the rustling of the leaves.

—Wait! I don't run as much as you!

The brown-haired young man was panting, air struggling into his lungs.

—Oh, come on! You seriously can't stand anything!

The dancer seemed almost unattainable with so little fatigue in an entire tour, especially when they had barely left their house after a long hour of training.

—I can't keep up with you, you just finished training, shouldn't you rest for a second?

—We're almost there, stop being a complainer.

The young man snorted in protest, his legs shaking but stiff from the amount of road they had traveled. The amount of miles they had traveled together was too much even for someone like him, yet the dancer seemed so excited that they ignored the pain in their legs or the fatigue in their body.

It was almost a miracle when the dancer took his hand, excited and jumping for joy.

—We are already close! —The dancer, almost unconsciously jumping with big steps, highlighting a dazzling smile in every second of their jumps.

The dancer looked as happy as always, but while he dragged his partner to the long mountain which they crossed with a path highlighted by the separation of stones and the grass without existing on that path.

—Are you going to tell me where we're going?

—Just walk!

It took them only three minutes to climb the small mountain in front of them.

Upon reaching the top, the little girl looked over the trees, and mainly, a small path where there was a large group of people.

The young woman took the hand of her companion, her free hand pointing to the people on the path.

—Look! It's there! —She shouted, excited —, they are professional dancers.

Both children looked at the group in front of them, and Shen couldn't help but feel somewhat confused.

—Did we come here just to watch a group of dancers go to their next destination? —The boy asks —, are you serious?

The dancer just looked at they partner again, before snorting, angrily.

—Aren't you looking? It means that there will be an event soon.

Shen had already been notified of the event, but they found such things incredible. The few times they left the house were thanks to the fact that they had found someone with whom they could share that enthusiasm for the world.

Shen could say something, but they just decided to look away and return their attention to the dancers and their path.

—They are so… incredible —The dancer mentions, a gasp of admiration comes out of them —, I wish I could participate in events like that.

They young friend, faced with this, only decided to look at them again, a question was formulated in his mind, almost immediately resulting in a question that was asked for them.

—When you grow up you want to be like them, I have to imagine—Shen mentions, before turning his attention to the path that the dancers were walking, now empty. —, you will travel the world, you will have many admirers, and many things, you know?

At this, the dancer, offended, looks at him again, pushing his shoulder lightly with his small hand.

—I don't want to be like them—The dancer responds angrily.

—Hey? why not? —He asks, curious.

—Because it would mean being away from you.

The young man's heart raced, before he just refused to look the dancer in the eyes, a slight blush on his face.

—Shen, I have to tell you something.

The dancer moved fluidly towards him, managing to position in front of him.

—What happen?

—If one day I ever leave, I want you to know that I won't do it on my own —The dancer begins their explanation—, my parents always insist that I have to go out into the world, dance and explore the whole world, but I want to stay here, with you. .

The young man's blush spread even more, but now he just stared at the young dancer, happily.

—So, if I try to leave here, do whatever it takes to stop me, okay? —The dancer asked, firmly taking his hands —. No matter what happens, I want us to be together no matter what.

At this, he nodded, a protective feeling rising deep in his chest, but stronger now.

That memory had triggered everything, and it wasn't long before he came to, noticing what he had in his arms.

The dancer moved with fear, their back arching as their hands clasped around his wrists caused a feeling of sorrow deep in his heart.

He realized that he had slipped out of himself, and now he had his precious dancer, beneath him, sobbing as they body trembled violently, trying to escape the deep grip he exerted.

—I see you did it —A voice echoed behind him.

Hearing his footsteps in the barely lit room only reminded him of the mistake he had made.

—I didn't think I would be capable of this, after all, you were the closest of all of us to stripping you of your humanity. —the hooded man mentioned, without removing his white mask with reddish details.

The man leaned against the old wood, between his fingers a deck of cards which he manipulated with such ease that he resembled an artist manipulating a paintbrush.

—However, I want you to be clear about one thing.

The bodyguard looked serious, his mask marked that lack of humanity, which was never going to be removed in the face of another cultist, or demon.

—You have permission to keep it, but if you betray us —The man threw a white card on a dark wood, rubbing against Shen's mask.

The letter passed through a beetle with ease, managing to split its body with a single attack.

—Don't think you'll have another chance.

The hooded man withdrew, his footsteps soon disappeared into the darkness, while leaving the clear sign that there was not a single human person in that temple.

There wasn't a single human person there, least of the dancer.

The dancer who was condemned to dance with their only and most fearsome dance partner.

#yandere #poppa thoughs #obsessive love #yandere x you #poppa things #yandere male #yandere league of legends #league of legends #yandere one shot #yandere shen #blood moon #yandere blood moon #yandere blog #shen #shen league of legends #shen lol

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jkknight98 · 1 year

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History Made (Familial forest side story)

OK, I thankfully did not forget my password after being away for so long (I had to write papers on research and educational adaptations) but now it’s time for me to post a story. Rather than having a dragon and a princess, we have a dragon and a witch instead, and what troubles that cause. Poor George is in for an interesting time when he meets a certain green-eyed dragon named Dream.

(Do me a favor and do not bring up the Quackity and Dream drama, thank you)

Warnings: soft vore, fear of digestion, dragon rampage themes, unnamed people death

“Catch them!”

“Find that magic bastard!”

George panted harshly as he ran, almost tripping over rocks and tree roots, and causing him to lose a few of his mushrooms. “Fuck,” he wanted to go back for them sure, it was the completely wrong environment for that species to grow, but he couldn’t save them as the village men trampled them to mush as they chased him. George knew he had to keep running despite how badly his chest hurt because if those men caught him, he would have a worse fate than his mushrooms.

The lead man, a brute of a butcher that always upcharged him on the price of pork, raised his touch high as he yelled in sadistic enjoyment,” Keep running Witch boy, there’s a nice bonfire with your name on it when we catch you!!” The four other men in the group let out their own jeering, they were also people from the town that George lived on the edge of, he had no idea why they were chasing after him. Hell, he gave a stew to Smith's wife that cured her weakness and this is the thanks he gets? How did any of them even know he was a witch, he never practiced unless it was in the middle of the night and he was out of the village completely. How in the world did this happen??

George just kept chanting to himself as he slowly grew weaker,” Got to keep running, can’t stop.” He pushed his body harder and harder, feeling much like a rabbit fleeing from a pack of hunting dogs, and knew he would be ripped apart like one if he got caught. He almost wailed in despair when he reached a clearing in the trees, he couldn’t hide here, what would he-

His train of thought was completely derailed when he fully ran into something large…and warm.

_*_

Dream sighed as he lay in his favorite clearing, watching the different animals go about their short lives, it was hard to live as a giant; much less a dragon hybrid. It felt like he was barely there in a world that's constantly changing around him, even the few turtles he watched hatch, grow, and age faster than he could blink. Could he ever find a true friend out there like his mother used to tell him, or even find someone like his parents did with each other? Dragon hybrids were rare enough as it is and he didn't want to be thousands of years old before finding someone, he was only 1,800 as it is. He blew a small stream of green-tinted smoke before him, watching it slowly fade with mild disinterest, but jumped when a dark shape burst through it and hit him in the face!

Dream almost crossed his eyes as he looked down at whatever had hit him, and was surprised to see a little human. He didn’t enjoy the things for the most part, sure they could talk like him, but they were more likely to poke him with their metal-tipped sticks and scream. He wanted to push the creature off his face but stopped when his green eyes met frightened ones of blue and brown… He didn't know humans could have two colored eyes, he was more surprised when he heard a clearly weak and out-of-breath voice whisper quietly,” Help me.” Dream was tempted to push the little thing aside for entering his personal space (though he was mildly amused by how brave it was) but his eyes snapped to the treeline where a large group of human males came crashing into the clearing, making him bare his fangs in a warning. “Why have you come into my woods humans..?”

Dream watched as the men took a step backward in justifiable fear, but the largest of the men took a step forward as they cleared their throat,” We seek no trouble with you giant..dragon, we're only here to punish that witch that's been terrorizing our town.” This made Dream lift a brow in confusion as he looked back down at the now-identified witch that still lay below his face, how could this tiny thing cause terror to these adult men, they looked to still be in their adolescence. He gently sniffed the witch and could now detect the scent of magic under the smell of mushrooms…it made a low rumble start in his chest as it was one of his favorite scents. “If you would allow us to take him we can be on our way and won’t bother you any longer.”

_*_

George felt like crying, He had to run into a giant humanoid dragon and had the men waiting in the treeline for him, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even run anymore so his fate was solely placed in this creature’s hands. He looked into the acid-green eyes pleadingly and wheezed as he still fought to catch his breath,” Please... I didn’t do anything to them… I healed their sick… I just collect mushrooms.” He flinched as the men yelled angrily from the treeline as he brought his hand up to protect his face and unconsciously leaned closer to the heat of the dragon, he didn’t even know what to do at this point. He jerked when he felt a sharp object slide under his chin and start to lift his head, opening his eyes to see it was the dagger-like nail of the dragon, and he was soon forced to meet its gaze.

“Did you really do what those humans said you did, little witch boy?” The words came out in a low rumble that clearly held no place for lying, but why would he even lie to the dragon in the first place? He lifted his head to avoid the point and struggled to calm his ragged breathing before speaking.

_*_

Dream grinned widely as the witch spoke to him, they clearly were not lying despite the fear emanating from them, which meant the humans were lying like they usually did. But what to do in this situation, he could blast his fire at the humans and leave the witch in the clearing, but that would just lead to more humans coming after him. The thought took him off guard for a moment, he was already thinking of ways to help them…Seems like he already took a liking to the little witch~

He brought a handover to the witch and placed a claw over their chest, using the point to pin them to the forest floor,” I could take care of them for you, it's not every day I get a snack run into me..” He grinned widely as the men and witch began to freak out at his statement, but he had to focus on his new friend... He let his tongue slowly slide across the face of the witch and purred loudly at the musky flavor of mushrooms, the meatiness of human-like flesh, and the indescribable taste of magic. The poor thing did its best to flail as he wrapped it in his tongue and slowly pulled it inside, keeping eye contact with the men until the witch was fully sealed behind his teeth. He gently moved them around as he fully took the time to enjoy their flavor before tilting his head slightly, placing a hand over his throat as he swallowed, closing his eyes in delight as the wriggling lump slowly moved downwards.

“Consider your witch problem solved, now get out of my forest.” Dream sealed the finality of his words with a small jet of green flames that sent the men scrambling as they left their tools behind, making him laugh heartily. He slowly turned to lie on his side as he brought a hand up to his torso, pressing gently on the firm lump that rested just under his ribcage,” did you pass out from exhaustion or fear little witch?”

_*_

George didn’t bother moving or answering the dragon’s words as he lay within the humid stomach, the short second wind he got didn’t do him any good once he was pulled into the maw. It was unnaturally lit by a green glow from the dragon’s esophagus, illuminating the dagger-like teeth and dripping saliva around him. He couldn’t clear his mind enough to use any defensive spells he could have known as each swatch of the almost catlike tongue covered him in hot drool, and he was sent screaming into the unforgiving gullet. He could horrifyingly see his arms held above him as the crushing muscle scent him downwards, feeling his every cell and sense being assaulted by the giant body around him, even his sense of magic was going haywire.

He couldn’t help but let out a low whine as he slid through a tight ring of muscle into the stomach, eyes drawn to a faint glowing outline that illuminated the wall of the stomach closest to it... It must be the dragon’s magic core. He would have been mesmerized if it didn’t clearly mean his demise, he turned when he felt pressure against his side and both felt and heard the voice of the dragon questioning him, making him sigh in frustration. “ What’s the point in fighting? I ran for miles to get away from those villagers, my poor excuse of a second wind didn’t make you choke, what else could I do?”

“You don’t know any defensive spells, maybe some sort of poison spell with all of the mushrooms you had?” The walls around him gave a low rumble as they squeezed him tightly, the hot flesh rubbing more slime into his skin than what the tasting had already done, the dragon moving to a more comfortable position he believed,” though it is strange to see a witch on their own, don’t you form covens?”

This made George sigh as he tried to wrack his mind for any spell that would help him in this situation, but he was still drawing a blank, should he even be honest with this dragon? It's already eaten him, but it could make things more painful if he lied,” I only make potions because they're simple and easy, I didn’t get to learn any useful spells since my parents were killed by humans just because they also tried to help people with their magic…. I thought I would be safe with just my potions..,” George wiped at his face as he thought of the elderly woman he made a regenerative mushroom stew for that helped her gain some strength back when everyone thought she would pass,” but humans can’t even be grateful for any help if it doesn’t fit their standards.”

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Dream let out a low rumble of thought as he gently rubbed the warm lump, lightly sucking on his own tongue as he savored the last of the witch’s taste,” Humans are very unfair in that way, they stole away my brother just because he was more golden in color, and left him to be obsessed with death totems and hiding away in deep oceans with his sharks... I can’t stand the tiny things.” He moved to stand up and stretch, purring loudly as the witch got compressed and he could feel their fluttering movements more strongly,” I actually don’t like a human village being this close to my home for you to have run into me, I’ll get some revenge for you by burning the place to ash, consider it payment for being a nice meal,” Dream let out another loud purr as the witch tried to plead and fight against him, he really didn’t plan on digesting them, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t help but tease them a bit. He let his wings fully unfurl and jumped into the air with a firm downstroke to take flight, quickly hovering over the treeline as he sniffed the air for the distinctive scent of humans.

Dream couldn’t help but laugh in distinctive joy as he breathed flames over the village, watching both humans and buildings crumble away in the intense heat, he was close to burning down the final hut before he got the faint whiff of mushrooms from it... Seems like he found his witch's hut. He gently took the top off the rather modest home and looked inside, there were plenty of pillows and tiny glass containers filled with different plant life, making for a very cozy-looking den if he was at that size. His passenger had stilled once more after fighting, but he could feel them panting harshly, they might appreciate some of their things back in his den when he let them out. He gently gathered everything he could and slid it into the satchel he carried, cushioning the plants with the pillows, and stood up with a soft hum.

He froze when a soft warm wave of magic seemed to spread from his stomach and soaked throughout his entire body, causing his wings and tail to shiver slightly from the feeling. He brought a hand to the witch and gently rubbed at them,” I thought you didn’t know any spells?”

_*_

George shivered slightly despite the increased heat around him, while he couldn’t hear anything outside the body, he knew the village was gone with how many times flames rushed past him and out the dragon. Why hadn’t he started to digest yet, all that has happened was him slightly sweating from the heat and trying to not fall asleep in the surprisingly soft flesh. But he couldn’t take any chances. He wracked his brain hard for any spell he could use to protect himself, maybe the one his mother used on his father when they did their renewal ceremony?

“⌇⌿⟟⍀⟟⏁⌇ ⍜⎎ ⍜⌰⎅ ⊑⟒⏃⍀ ⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⟒⏃, ⌰⟒⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏚⟒ ⌰⍜⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎐⍜⟟⎅ ⏃⌰⍜⋏⟒. ⏚⟟⋏⎅ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀⟒⌇⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⟟⟒ ⎍⌇ ⏁⍜☌⟒⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎍⋏⏁⟟⌰ ⍙⟒ ⏚⍜⏁⊑ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⍜⋏. ⋏⍜ ⊑⏃⍀⋔ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⏃⌇ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⏃⌇ ⍙⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀ ⍜⋏⟒ ⏃⋏⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀.”

George felt both himself and the dragon shiver as the magic took effect and smiled victoriously when the dragon questioned him,” It's a protection spell so you won’t be able to digest me no matter how hard your body tries!” He gave a sharp kick to the wall as he laughed in his excitement, but his smile fell as the dragon laughed around him.

“Oh I never planned to digest you, I thought you were cute and wanted to keep you, all your spell seemed to do was increase my fondness towards you…was that your plan?”

This made George frown as he tried to think over the words, bind my soul…tie us together…no harm will come…,” Oh shit..” He quickly realized his mistake, the spell he remembered wasn’t a protection spell that needed to be renewed every year... It was a wedding spell used to tie witches’ lifelines with who they consider their soul mates… he just declared a giant dragon as his soul mate and the spell took.

“My name is Dream by the way.., what's yours, my little witch?”

‘Well,’ George thought with a soft huff,’ who else can say they married a dragon?’

#soft vore #safe vore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt g/t community #tw vore #tw death #Familial forest au

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ab4eva · 2 years

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‘Twin Flame Bruise’ (part 1)

Summary: Austin sees reader, his ex, when he’s least expecting it and is shocked to see how much she’s changed.

Warnings: angst, language, mention of drug and alcohol use. I think that’s it?

Author’s note: I wasn’t planning on writing any fics but I listened to All Too Well (Ten Minute Version) on a road trip and couldn’t help myself.

Part 2: Here & Part 3: Here

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It was a chilly November night when Austin Butler stumbled into a dimly lit honky tonk on open mic night in Nashville, Tennessee. He had decided to drive down for the weekend from Cincinnati, where he was filming his new movie.

The first thing he noticed was the incredible voice coming from the stage. He wouldn’t know a Taylor Swift song if it hit him in the head but he knew a great melody and lyrics when he heard them.

'Cause there we are again on that little town street

You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me

Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well

The second thing he noticed was the woman on stage. So familiar, yet so foreign. Shock kept him rooted to the floor, unable to move, unable to breathe. Was it? It couldn’t be. But he would know that face anywhere. She wasn’t the woman he remembered - hair dark and short, where it used to be long and golden. Thinner now, thinner than he’d ever seen her. Dressed all in black, instead of the soft, neutral colors she had always favored.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all

Too well

The bitterness in her voice shook him to the core. Tears glinted in her eyes, he could see them, even from his spot in the back. At some point his heart started beating again, his breath came back. He slowly began to walk closer to the stage, slipping past the bodies crushed together near the stage.

'Cause there we are again when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

He had to get out of there. He couldn’t breathe in the small, hot bar. He felt light-headed, he needed air. He scrambled for the door, the cool air embracing him as he burst onto the sidewalk. He took deeps breaths as he leaned against the side of the building. He got a couple of odd looks from passers by but ignored them and focused on breathing - in through his nose, out through his mouth.

How was she here? The last time he had seen her was in LA, months ago. A night so filled with regret and pain he could barely think about it, even now.

Just then the bar door opened and a crush of people came spilling out. He straightened up, focusing his ice blue eyes on the door. Sure enough, in a minute or two she came walking out, laughing and talking loudly to her friends.

“Y/N,” he said tentatively. She froze, and slowly turned her head.

She stared at him, long and hard, her mouth set in a grim line. Nothing showed behind her eyes - not recognition, not warmth. Nothing.

She sauntered over to him.

“Austin.” she said. A statement. And then silence.

“How are you?” he said uncertainly.

“I’m fucking great, baby. How’s Mr. Movie Star?” she retorted sarcastically.

Austin sucked in a breath. She never cursed.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” he asked, confusion clouding his face.

She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“God, this is so boring. Listen, have a nice life, Austin, and do me a favor? Fuck off.”

Austin reeled back as if he’d been slapped. He took a step back and steadied himself.

She had already turned and was walking away, catching up to her friends.

“Y/N!” he yelled. “What the hell?”

She stopped in her tracks, and whipped around.

“What, Austin? What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Fine, I forgive you. Absolution? You’re absolved.” She was breathing heavily, anger radiating from every part of her, coming off her in waves.

“What happened to you?” he asked quietly, unable to believe that the woman who stood in front of him was the same woman he thought he might spend his life with.

She barked out a harsh laugh, bitter and raw, her lip curling into a sneer.

“Oh, that’s rich. What happened to me? Goddammit Austin! YOU happened to me. You broke me. YOU DID THIS.” She shook her head, nothing but hatred in her eyes, her voice. “I hope you’re fucking happy.”

She turned on her heel and walked away without another glance.

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Austin was shaking. He felt as if he was floating above his body, the wind knocked out of him, his heart almost beating out of his chest. He knew the breakup was bad, the worst one he’d ever experienced, but he wasn’t expecting this. This angry, bitter, hateful, unrecognizable woman.

Someone brushed past him and he was brought back to the present. He snapped his head up and looked in the direction she had gone. He could just barely see her, walking with a tall lumberjack of a man, into a bar down the street.

His feet compelled him forward, without noticing he followed them. He glanced into the window of the dimly lit bar and could just make out her form. She was at the bar, knocking back shot after shot. The tall man was trying to talk to her, telling her to slow down it seemed. She didn’t listen, angrily gesturing at him.

Suddenly, she brushed past her friend and disappeared down a hallway. Austin’s heart sped up. What if she left out the back door? He stood on the sidewalk anxiously, shifting from foot to foot as he peered through the window.

Five long minutes went by while he waited, barely breathing. Maybe he should check the street out back? Just then she reappeared, stumbling through the crowd. Time slowed down, as if in slow motion, as she began to fall. Her friend caught her just before she hit the floor. In an instant, Austin was through the door and at her side, gently holding her up.

“Hey, hey….Y/N,” he said, gently patting her cheek, smoothing the hair back from her forehead.

She stirred a little and smiled, as if seeing him for the first time all night.

“Austin, I missed you,” she said drunkenly.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Hey man,” the lumberjack said. “She’s really messed up. She’s had a lot to drink and our friend told me she did some coke in the bathroom. She never touches the stuff but apparently she insisted on it tonight.”

Austin blinked back tears. What had he done?

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11cleyvaart · 8 days

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More gadget headcanons pre Gadget please?😘😘😘😘

Augustin was born into an immigrant family who left Europe before the second war when the feeling of unease came over. His parents were from just the border of Hungary and Austria.

They came to America and settled in Massachusetts. They had Augustin first, then had his sister, Leilah, just a few years after him. His parents named him from the Croatian variant of their own Ágoston, not wanting to get rid of their roots entirely in America. His sister was named from the Torah.

His father and mother ran a small shop in the town they settled in, selling goods. His father fished and sold his catches and his mother did sewing jobs and was a seamstress. They became successful in their own ways and soon became respected by the community.

Little Augustin would often follow his parents but when he got his sister, he would mostly spend time watching her at home. And once she got old enough, they often played together.

He was raised in a Hebrew household, yet they wouldn't outwardly show their Jewish roots to those in the city they settled in. He would often partake in the religion. Something he would continue as an adult but would begin to forget as he became Gadget, with only occasional moments of remembering something but not knowing where it came from.

He didn't have many friends growing up but didn't have any bullies. He was a pretty average child.

His family was able to afford toys and gifts for him and his sister for birthdays and celebrations.

He never tapped into his sexual life until much later in his young years, for most of the time he enjoyed just spending time with his family and sister. He had a more lean towards men, but never acted or knew anything about it.

He didn't become a police officer off the bat, he worked odd jobs until he stumbled upon a better opportunity to make money for his retired parents as an officer. His time with the Massachusetts department would be short as his parents had passed away from old age.

He and his sister moved, she wished to go to better places that were more built up and he couldn't let go of the last part of his family. So he followed. But they eventually broke apart when she married a man of the last name of Ruth, (who would turn out to be Dr. Claw himself and leader of MAD, which she would join and soon give up her only daughter of Penny Ruth)

He joined the police force in the Pittsburgh area (where the setting of the IG area is, just my HC due to the local and steel mills shown in the show) but also did after night school to better understand his job.

Once he was taken into the detective department, he became infatuated with Quimby. First due to his work ethics but then it turned into a sexual longing. Making him push himself to outshine the others in the department to gain the attention of Quimby.

It worked as Quimby began to have respect for the man, which brought more yearning into his life. And the drive of sexual desire pushed him to keep trying to show off to Quimby. He's a man driven by sexual needs once he found his first crush in his boss.

At the same time he was also given custody of Penny, her being five years old, she knew her uncle as her uncle. Yet he would often feel he was a father to her. Her parents often left her in his care and they gave the rights of her to him.

#11cleyvaart #inspector gadget #chief quimby #quimbget #quimby #Ask #headcanons #HC #Inspector gadget au #Inspector gadget 2077 #Probably not going to go over too well due to his religion

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ranchracoon · 25 days

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Ch. 6 Flowers and Books

The next morning was strangely quiet, Angie didn't yell for you per usual and your mind instantly went to the worst thing. You shot out fast enough that the bed shook, ran down the stairs panting then came to an abrupt halt when you found a note on the elevator. It stated that Angie had to run into town to get some supplies for the week since it wasn't done yesterday. She was older than time itself and you thought for sure you would have found her dead on the floor. Then again, she'll probably outlive you. You breathed out heavily as your heart rate came down then went to officially get dressed and do your morning routine.

You were excited and thankful it was Sunday, not only to recover from coming home so late last night, but also to work on the front of the manor. From the tiny glimpse in the village of the Dimitrecu manor, you saw that they had gorgeous gardens and vineyards, and you wanted the manor to be a sliver of that. As if someone or something read your mind, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a book laying off to the side of your door. When you ran out you must have kicked it away or ran over it without noticing. You knelt down to pick it up and looked over the cover.

"Mountain flowers and how to care for them." You read aloud.

Maybe Angie left it before she left, even though she's never given you any kind of present before. You shrugged, took it inside your room and placed it on the desk near the door. The closet doors groaned when you opened them to expose your limited inventory of clothes that had fit into your bags. Now you regret thinking you were going somewhere nice because you could have fit more stuff into the briefcase rather than an unused journal, and a few sentimental items.

Maybe you could convince Angie to get you some supplies for clothing or some lei to buy some but that was an argument for another day. You pulled out some overalls and a shirt you didn't care much for. They were starting to look loose on you from the amount of work you were doing.

"I need some new clothes." You grumbled to yourself.

The outside was shrouded in fog from the waterfall and cool fall air rolling in, a shiver ran up your spine and you rubbed your arms for warmth. You groaned and grunted loudly as you ripped the old, dead vines from the wooden structures and put them all in a pile, unsure what to do with it afterwards. The wood looked old and worn from the years of exposure to water and sunlight, however the structure seemed intact and held its own.

"What are you doing?"

You stood up quickly from being startled as you stared at Angie holding a wicker basket with a blanket over it, in her arm. The sun was nearing its peak and now beat down on you, you hadn't realized how thirsty and tired you were until now. Luckily and unluckily it had warmed up enough for you to feel the sweat on every crevice when a breeze hit you. You had been going for hours non-stop and Angie broke your stride, but the yard looked far better and less....dead. Angie walked past you and eyed the torn up roots then tisked her tongue.

"Does the lord know you're doing this?" She asked as she shoved the basket into your chest.

"Um.." You thought back to the book, "I think so?" You answered with a shrug.

"Hmph."

Your legs shook as you took slow steps behind Angie toward the front door, however, the sound of crunching leaves caught your attention. Both you and Angie turned to look toward the path to see Mother Miranda walking straight for the manor, behind her was Lady Dimitrescu and Bela. You smiled brightly at the sight of Bela, she smiled half-heartedly with a small wave when they approached. On cue you leaned over to open the door for them, Mother Miranda bowed her head to you then strolled past. When Bela passed, you held the door with your foot and tapped her arm.

"Bela, what's going on?" You whispered.

Bela glanced at her mother then back at you, "to be honest, I don't know. Mother got a call then ordered for me to come with her here. I'll try to tell you when we're done."

"Bela." Called Lady Dimitrescu.

"Coming."

Bela hurried to the elevator with the other women, you closed the front doors and waited for the elevator to come back up so you could go to the kitchen. Angie waited next to you patiently without a word, she walked you to the kitchen then disappeared up the stairs toward the workshop. This was the first meal you prepared all week where you didn't feel someone lurking over your shoulder; somehow it felt naked and you hummed a song to yourself as a distraction. When dinner was ready you heard the bell for the main dining area. You took a tray and Angie appeared suddenly to take it from you. Before you could question her she motioned for you to grab the other tray and follow. You sighed and did as you were told: followed her to the dining area.

Mother Miranda, Lady Dimitrescu, and Bela were sitting in silence; none of them looked at you when you served them, including Bela who looked away when you tried to catch her eye. Angie and you stood off to the side and watched them eat. When they finished, Mother Miranda stood with her hands folded in front of her.

"Thank you for the meal and being generous hosts. I have preparations to do. Good evening."

Mother Miranda turned around and left, shortly after the door shut Lady Dimitrescu released a heavy sigh. The muscles in her jaw clenched, her lips pursed in anger, she brought her gloved hand to her forehead and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Is there anything I can get for you Lady Dimitrescu?" You offered.

"Yes. Do you have anything for a headache?" She replied.

"Of course my Lady, I will be back with something. Y/N, clean this up." Angie said.

"I'll help you." Offered Bela quickly.

Lady Dimitrescu waved her hand and leaned over, still clutching her nose. You and Bela carried the trays back down to the kitchen, everything was put in the sink for you to wash. Bela took off her cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall then hopped on the counter to dry dishes that you handed to her.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" You asked cautiously.

Bela groaned, "Lord Moreau died."

You stopped your washing, the plate slipped from your grasp into the sink, your eyes widened when you locked eyes with her. She kept your stare and stopped drying the dish in her hands, setting it down beside her with a soft clank.

"How?" You asked worriedly.

"According to his son and Mother Miranda, he drank too much at the festival so he thought it was a brilliant idea to go on a night fishing trip without telling anyone. When they didn't find his boat this morning, Salvatore and his crew went searching for him. They found his boat anchored in the bay with his body...floating face down next to it in the water." Bela answered.

"Oh shit...so that means.." You started.

"Salvatore will be appointed the new lord after the funeral." Bela finished.

Everything around you spun, Bela slid off the counter and grabbed your arm to keep you upright. You supported yourself on the counter, after you composed yourself you nodded to Bela to let you go. She hesitantly released you then leaned against the counter with her arms crossed.

"Bela. If Salvatore comes within a 50 mile radius of me with a marriage proposal, I'm telling him we're engaged."

"Wow. I think you're supposed to ask me on a date before marriage." Bela teased.

"I'm serious Bela."

"Look...if La...Lord Beneviento doesn't stand up for you then we will. My mother despises Salvatore more than his father. You can come work for us."

You nodded your head with a half smile, then went on to continue washing the dishes. Bela helped by drying and eased your worry with funny stories about her sisters. When all was done, you and Bela went back up to the sitting area to find Angie handing Lady Dimitrescu some water and a pill. Lady Dimitrescu's eyes caught yours for a brief moment when she sipped the water then thanked Angie before she stood.

"We should take our leave as well. Thank you Angie and Y/N for the meal."

Bela and Lady Dimitrescu left, you waved goodbye to them as they vanished from view but a dark pit in your stomach formed. The familiar feeling of eyes on you was a welcomed relief, as if the comfort of a companion suddenly returned. Angie crept up beside you as you continued to stand in the doorway looking out.

"Lord Moreau died." Angie stated matter-of-factly.

You took a moment to act as if you didn't already know, then took a deep breath.

"When's the funeral?"

"A few days. Salvatore will be appointed that evening." Angie replied quietly.

"So soon?" You questioned surprised.

"Salvatore requested it that way. Why have the villagers gathered twice?" Angie shrugged her shoulders then walked away from view.

You shut the front doors then looked around the empty manor for wherever the lord was lurking. How they could hide so well in such a minimal space continued to astound you. You sighed softly but the anxiety grew with each step you took up the stairs. In the safety of your room you kicked off your dirty clothes and piled them into a corner. The bed creaked under your weight when you crashed onto it, but sleep would not come.

All night you tossed and turned, sleep only came in increments and when the morning sun peeked through your window to wake you, you were already awake. The thoughts and anxiety plagued every wrinkle of your brain and you weren't sure if you were going to throw up or not. The clothes from yesterday were still on the floor and you still had dried dirt stuck to your skin. With a soft sigh you got up from the bed, picked up the clothes, and put them in a basket to wash later, but first you had to wash yourself. You opened the door and your foot kicked something, when you looked down there were three rolls of fabric.

You leaned out to look down the empty hallway then over the railing down into the main sitting area. The clothes you had planned on changing into were set aside as you picked up the rolls, each had a different feeling to them; one was black, thick and warm, the other was white and soft like silk, and the last was dark red cotton. Of course underneath the fabric was another book. After you put the rolls of fabric in your closet you picked up the book that had a small bag attached. It was a book about sewing, clothes specifically, with patterns and designs and the bag attached had thread with needles in a small case.

Now you were certain: only one person could have heard you talk about needing clothes and Angie was in town. A blush crept over your cheeks at the thought of what else the lord might have heard you say, definitely every time you cursed under your breath when you got frustrated at Angie or chores.

"Y/N!"

Speaking of the devil. You stored the materials in your closet, and grabbed your change of clothes then went out into the hallway to glance down at Angie. She looked up at you with her hands on her hips.

"Get washed up, we're going into town to get you an outfit for Lord Moreau's funeral."

You nodded in response then walked down the hall to the bathroom where you washed yourself in a large wooden tub with lukewarm water. Once you were washed, dressed, and brushed your teeth, you greeted Angie downstairs. Before you finished walking, a speck of yellow caught your eye in the mass of vines from yesterday. It was a small yellow flower that was blooming amongst decay and rot. It felt only fitting that you pick it and set it down on Claudia's grave when you passed it. Angie guided you to a shop of hanging clothes, the material looked familiar to the ones you received, you furrowed your brows attempting to inspect them closer.

Angie waited patiently as you looked at the black outfits, you settled on a (your choice of suit or dress), and the man behind the counter helped you size it properly when you tried it on. After Angie paid, you waited behind for only a moment to ask the man if he had any stencils you could take.

"Sorry miss, all the clothes here are made by Lord Beneviento. I simply size and occasionally fix them." He told you.

"Oh." You said disappointed, "well, thanks anyway."

When you reached Angie she started walking immediately back to the manor, narrowly avoiding people who crossed her path. She subtly reminded you of your aunt: everyone avoided her like she was covered in boils, yet she held herself up with such high esteem. Angie and your aunt would have gotten along famously, or Angie would have torn her apart like a chew toy.

"Do you think Lord Beneviento will attend the funeral?" You interrogated.

"He better. Or else it's considered a great insult not to attend the funeral of a lord or mother who passed."

The funeral just might be your ticket to finally seeing the lord face to face. You had your doubts, they clearly were a master of hiding but there was still a spark of hope they would show. However, the anxiety deep in your stomach overshadowed that hope the closer the funeral got and the hope for the lord to show turned more into a prayer. If Lord Beneviento didn't show up to the funeral, would you be safe from Salvatore once he inherits the power of being a lord?

#resident evil village #re8 #donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #alternate universe #wlw fanfic #re8 fanfiction

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