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tobiramamonmari29 · 1 year

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Sakura was lying in her room plunged into darkness, sighing softly, for some time now she felt alone and empty. many of her friends had already had their first time and ino had already tried to explain to her how relieved she was about what she was doing but it was becoming almost daily. Obito hadn't looked at the pink haired girl, she looked so beautiful in the light of him. the moonlight filtered perfectly through her window. She was like a moon goddess, just lying there on her candy-colored bed. He had been in konoha for this revenge of Kakashi Hatake. Perhaps by directly attacking the man, or his students. but obito knew when he saw an empty heart filled with sadness. He wanted to help Kakashi's student, who was named Sakura if he remembers correctly.

she cursed into her shameful beard before coming, slowly pulling the shorts off her legs and her panties, before settling herself comfortably, covering her arms over her eyes. Starting as this relieved while moaning muffled. Obito knows that's voyeurism, because he wasn't supposed to look at a woman privately like he did. But the rose demanded it, Nan she shouted to be proceeded in full. The young lady wanted to hit the bottom but the sea was too deep for her to do it alone. so he knocked on her window, she could throw him overboard with a well-placed kick in the jaw if she wanted to.

she couldn't come as she usually did, and was shaking although it was dripping off, no enjoyment was on the horizon, seeing the shadows at her window. She biting her lower lip. After all....it was maybe a bit more exciting doing it in front of someone.. she got up with difficulty by dragging herself towards the bay window, coming to remove her top, making her chest jump, putting her completely naked in front of the man. Obito didn't know if she was going to open that window, or just show it in front of him as the art she was. of course if he wanted to open this window he would have done it a long time ago but he doesn't want to die. He looked at the rose taking off her top, he traced longingly across the glass as he caressed it along her arm. his eyes never leaving hers alone, to enjoy her spotless, scarless skin.

She blushed as she slowly opened the glass door, her heart pounding. leaving him just enough space to slide his fingers and slide the door, before coming to lie down on his mattress with his thighs apart. Obito couldn't believe it the beauty had opened to him, he climbed the window silently in the calm of the night. he looked at the rose lying on his bed with his legs apart. He left his sandals by the window, as if the sound of them would break the spell. They didn't speak Obito didn't need to at the moment at least. he walked around the bed, around her, letting his fingers trail over her pale crystal skins. She's gentle, fragile like that, she's calm, she's desirable.

she could not help shivering under her gaze and shuddering under the tips of her fingers, at the very moment she had the impression of being the prey of a carnivore who would be ready to devour her at the slightest blink of her eyelashes. couldn't help looking at this red eye that seemed to bethe only still visible color of this piece.obito wanted to suck everything out of her, he wanted her, he knew she felt that way. Just having her sweet shivers. He placed his palm between her breasts caressing her smooth skin under her calloused skin. He went down to his pelvis, then pulling me out. looking at her again like a frightened little rabbit who had a taste for danger.

She arched slightly when she felt his hand but groaned when she felt his warm, calloused hand left on such a sensitive spot. she breathed a little harder looking at him passed around her, her only red eyes staring at her chest which was slowly rising and falling, she was dying to feel his hand on her again more than her gaze. Obito didn't need to speak to make him obey. he understood it the first time he touched it. He took off his top, leaving his bottom making the rose understand that he would have to please him if she wanted a reward from him. he stroked her legs, running his hands inside her thighs up to her knees, going lower to her shin and calves. He could have everything about his pet without him needing to speak. He liked it he felt calm and fierce.

she was arching forward, lifting her leg as soon as he caressed her without really realizing what she was doing, all that mattered to her was her caresses and her gaze that burned her skin. even if she had to take a branch in the mouth because it would excite him then she would, just to receive a reward, she could help herself, looking at her muscular chest covered with scars which made her wet a little more. He looked at her, how could he not? he withdrew taking one of his legs between his two hands. Caressing her opening a message, he hummed a little. Her nimble fingers massaged her toes just seeing her lovely reaction.

she arched forward, breathing rapidly, stretching so much that Obito could very well hear her muscles and joints blocked as if pierced by a wave of pleasure. yes, the more we stimulated Sakura, the more she became sensitive to touch, any part of her body became a point where she could come. He put his foot against his chest in mere amusement on his part. He liked it, he loved it, he was almost obsessed with it already. she was blushing, breathing rapidly, her body was drenched in sweat, so what was doing to her was good, she squealed as she came on her sheets, her foot then fell on the sheets, trembling.

he knows leaning towards her putting it between her legs, tracing her chest with his tongue. Teasing her hard nipples, then he followed the line of her body until he was inside or her breath slapped against him. she was tense, shaking slightly trying to keep her feet on the ground but was having more and more trouble from the hot breath on her even more sensitive part after having come. The liquid was still hot and sticky was dripping down the crack. obito took his thigh biting it with a heavy breath, he wanted it so badly. While kissing the love bite, he slipped a finger inside her savoring how tight she was. she arched forward with a surprised cry before again coming on her finger which had not yet reached her bottom so her walls were sticky and tight.

Virgo was his first thought when he saw her coming again. he gets wilder, he licks his finger from his orgasm. She blushed watching him do it, trying to find out what she succeeded in approaching him on all fours, wanting to feel his lips against hers. he stopped her, putting his fingers against her chin, before looking at her for a long moment and then kissing her. she moaned while answering coming this pressed against his chest, rubbing like a female dog in heat against him, soaking his underpants with his wetness before coming back to him a third time, feeling his lips a little more. So beautiful, and she knows it, she's so good to him. it's his pet! She wants to please.

She was breathing rapidly against him, she felt salty and ashamed to put herself in such a state for a man and yet she wanted more than just what she was getting now. she wanted her to be more violent, that he cares about his pleasure before his. Obito pushed her, putting his hand over her mouth to push her back against the mattress. He looked at her waiting for her to stop moving to remove her house from her face. Which took a lot of time. she looked at him, blushing, breathing more rapidly from her nose, and couldn't help rubbing her thighs. He abruptly let go of her face when he saw in her gaze of submission. He spread her legs, now impatient. he was tight in his pants, he had only hastily tasted his virgin fruit. She squealed with pleasure as she felt the air come in again, her tongue drawn out slightly before opening her thighs just in front of him, breathing quickly, clinging to the bars of her bed.

it was wet, very wet, he had already contrasted it earlier. He got up from the bed to get rid of his pants and boxers. He pulled along his belt between his hands, he went to tie it. she blushed watching him just waiting for him to rip her insides out blushing.

He went between her legs again putting them on his shoulders. He slapped his hands against her thighs, he was going to fill her like never before. she will never find anything better than him, she will have to obsess about it after this night of revenge. She was breathing rapidly, blushing, watching him come for the 5th time to come on her member, screaming with pleasure, dropping back. obito went inside her, he asked no more. He began to move inside her, scratching her skin with his fingernails. He could only give her what her gaze demanded of her. She wants to be destroyed, she finally feels alive, she wanted everything from him. and that's what he will do and then he will return in the night.she closed her eyes leaving her pelvis completely destroyed despite the pain she felt it was fucking good, as each blow she came and as soon as he fell behind her body followed to hit her brutally against the iron bars are bed which creaked under the force. forgetting all about herself living only for this monster in her part that was the only thing that interested her right now. She was more beautiful than ever, she lived under him. She shone even more than under the rays of the moon. he wanted to fill her, to make her happy, he kicked her intimacy seeing the sweet woman's blood mixing with her former shamefully rapid orgasms.

she came even more as shouted tends her the orgasms were far too numerous for her and only the movement in her seemed important to her. It wasn't even a simple relief anymore he was literally punishing her for using what was hers. he didn't need to say, she didn't need to ask. Only their body said so much, it didn't make sense to enter her. Giving him powerful pelvic thrusts, the sound of his swallowed panting and that wet rubbing was all you could hear in the room. obito ends up looking at Sakura, he wanted him to beg him to become inside him but only with a look.

this one was completely submissive as he came slightly squinting her eyes looking at him, she wanted him to come, to burn her inside and out. that he marks Sony territory with such force that she can never again be relieved alone and still need him. He paused a little caressing her face with his hand, putting on a neutral face. That's what he wanted to see his expression perfect. he started slamming into her, over and over again, thrusting into her. He ends up coming inside her violently, not pulling back before letting all of him sink.

she closed her eyes, pressing her face against his hand, sticking her tongue out when he finally came inside her, shaking. He approached her sucking his tongue, he thought it was funny that she made that face every time she came. He destroys his mouth for a long time, then withdraws. he looked at her from where she was on the bed. He put his t-shirts back on, then his boxers followed by his pants. He put on his sandals, relive what he had done at the beginning of the evening but in reverse.

Sakura: M-master has... Wait?

Obito: What? he said hoarsely after so much time without speaking.

Her voice was slightly broken as she shouted, blushing as she saw her arms pulled back.

Sakura: V..you can take me behind and.. in the mouth? She was already so smitten with him that it was fascinating.

obito: And why would I? He jogs her for a long time.

Sakura: E.. well.. because it's a whim of your dog..

Obito: Hum, he said approaching her, you like it, don't you?

Sakura: Yes master! I-I need you to stop the heat of my body, I implore you, master, come and fill me up dirty, I need to be purified by you, master!

Obito: I see, He rolled his Sharingan again, do you feel empty all the time? I can help you my pet.

she looked at him blushing.

Sakura: Yes I have the impression that... as soon as you are close to me, I feel so good. But as soon as I have the impression that you leave, I become as empty as a shell again as if I had never crossed your path...

obito: Look, pet, I can't give you what you want. He said caressing her face again but if eyes said he had more to say.

She looked at him with panic in her eyes as she tilted her head into her hand.

Sakura: I...I don't understand master...

Obito: You're stuck in this village, but you could come with me. So that we can live together fully with love and pleasure. he said, tucking one of his locks behind his ear. His eyes sparkled upon hearing that.

Sakura: O-of course I want to!

Obito: Really? he said with a wicked smile that he hid from his beauty. you delight your master.

Sakura: Can you... can you take the belt off so I can quickly prepare a bag?

Obito: Of course, if you ask nicely. She was blushing.

sakura: If you are master, would you be kind enough to free me to prepare my business?

Obito: Of course, He untied it brutally. I leave you 10 minutes and 5 more to come and join me in front of the village. You can say goodbye to konoha, you're mine now.

she blushed, shaking her head, quickly getting her things ready and going to the village gate, running into Obito's arms. The uchiha smiled fiercely as she took her beautiful, she wanted him. She was completely obsessed as he wanted. she was so much that she had decided to follow him. Kakashi what are you going to do when you learn of the disappearance of one of your students?

this one was much too happy to notice the trap she had fallen into but for now it was more Obito who occupied her thoughts.

Sakura: Master? Can I put a condition on our relationship?

obito: Tell me, my whole pet~ he said stroking her pink hair.

She shivered as she twisted against his hand to better feel his hand.

Sakura: Can you.. take me at least 3 times a day..?

Obito: Oh he said smiling into his hair hiding his wild smile. sakura my pet, i will take very good care of you. I promis you. She hugged him.

Sakura: All I need is you master...Could you fill me in?

Obito: Come with me, honey. he said pulling her from him

she blushed as she came to kneel in front of him.

Obito: Get up, my animal, we have a trip to make. He pulled her by the chin. She obeyed by coming to get some things in her bag.

Sakura: Honey, come into my arms, you deserve the best after all. he was going to take such good care of her and break her with all his love.

Sakura: Oh just a second master.

She quickly applied a crames on her face before coming to hug her.

Obito: Of course my beautiful. He wore it like a princess. do you feel sad about leaving konoha? he said as he started to run. She hugged him.

Sakura: Well.. yes I'm a little sad to leave the library where I spent almost my whole life but if it's for others no.

obito: But you'll have me, isn't it better than all the libraries you could have?

Sakura: Hm.. that's a good argument, you're telling me, but I can't choose. It serves against him.

Obito: Really? He looked at her against him.

sakura: It's like being asked to choose between a few things you love doing the most, and someone you love very much.

Obito: I see, I'm almost jealous, he said chuckling a little but it was more bitter than anything. sakura was still attached to something there. She was not yet entirely his.

She holds back from yawning by nesting her face in her neck.

Sakura: I'm sorry, I'm starting to fall asleep....

obito: It doesn't matter, leave everything to me. he said looking at the starry sky.

She was lulled by the sound of her hearts, leaving herself immersed in a dark dream. Obito had just arrived at the akatsuki lair, he looked at Deidara who was on one of their old couch. hidan and Kakuzu were busy doing their ritual, one counting his money, the other looking for how to kill someone in an original way. Konan on the coffee table doing his nails, itachi was waiting for his turn. Kisame and Sasori looked at him simply as Pain had just entered the living room.

Sakura clung as she was high as she started shaking in fear as she sweated.

Obito: okay my pet, we've arrived. he said ignoring the people in the living room to go to his bedroom.

She woke up with a start when she arrived in her room and didn't move for a while.

obito: hello my beautiful, he said giving her a bottle of water.

She took her drink slowly before quickly wiping her eyes so he wouldn't see she was crying.

Obito: what's up my baby?

Sakura: N-nothing! Absolutely nothing. Dont worry.

she still wasn't looking him in the eye trying to look normal and not that he found her useless.

Obito: Really? Do you know you are perfect? He had figured out what happened from her body language. he knew what to say to her, it was almost too easy. I need you you know that?

She blushed as she finished drying her eyes.

Sakura: Do you.. really think so?

Obito: Of course, I need a woman like you by my side. you are beautiful, strong, you are so awesome. it was so easy, he almost wanted to laugh. the people of konoha didn't know your true worth, did they?

She nodded.

Sakura: It's just... I had a terrible nightmare.

he almost wanted to sigh when he heard that, but he couldn't help but love him anyway. Even how much he wanted to destroy her again and again. Call the fool but he won't give a fuck.

Obito: tell me everything, he said, stroking her arm.

She nodded as she came to lay her head against him.

Sakura: I was running in the forest and someone was chasing me and he happened to kill me every time then I reappeared somewhere else then suddenly. I saw another me in a catastrophic state who told me to be wary of... she holds her head which hurt her.

Obito: Forget it Sakura. It's an order from your Master, you understand?

She nodded coming to take several sips of water.

Sakura: Can I ask you where we are?

obito: in the akatsuki's lair, but don't worry now that you're here. I won't do anything mean again, I promise. except maybe burned the konoha library that she as much as me.

She hugged him.

sakura: I don't care if what you do is good or not.

Obito: Well, stay with me forever then.

.she smiles while hugging, two months had passed and she was enormously closer to sasori who appreciated her relationship, given that Obito went very often on missions and did not allow her to leave the HQ she felt neglected because that every time they was going to do it therewent on a mission.Obito had come back from a mission, he had brought back random gifts so that the rose would be happy. But what was his surprise to see her with Sasori.

Obito: Sakura, my angel, her voice was honeyed announcing so much danger. The other members are silent.

hearing Obito's voice, she got up from the sofa happy to see him back before coming to hug him.

Obito: um, did you miss my pet? He looked at Sasori above the rose, his Sharingan spinning again and again.

this one lowered his head stopping movement.

Sakura: Yes a lot!

Obito: I see, he said stroking her head, I also missed you a lot but I'm sure you were well taken care of. You know I hate myself for leaving all the time, but look what I brought you. he said taking out lots of jewelry.

Sakura: Oh they are very beautiful!

sasori clenched his jaw, Sakura couldn't wear much jewelry since he was quickly getting damaged due to his body heat. Sakura didn't dare tell her what would happen to the jewelry if she wore it.

obito: i know, but i have one in particular that you will like the most. everyone looked at the scene without saying anything, having pity on the rose. He took a small box out of his pocket.

She tilted her head curiously.

Obito: I got it especially for you, an emerald-encrusted ring. I even had it engraved by a guy I threatened. For you, I did it for you. he said showing her the jewelry already delighted with the expression of the rose.

She gently took the jewelry in hand, looking at it closer, she wanted to try it on but was pleased by lowering her head.

obito: Don't worry, my lovely I got in a special materials. And don't you think this green is as precious as your beautiful eyes? he said lifting his chin, and then look here, my pet.

she felt bad and preferred to give him back the jewelry not feeling able to accept that.

Obito: what are you doing sakura? he said taking her apart his cheeks planting his eyes in hers are you doubting me? Do you doubt my love for you?

Sakura: N-no that's not it! y..you hurt me a little.. m-badly..

Obito: oh sorry... I was a bit unhappy, forgive me. he said stroking her face I wouldn't do it again.

Sakura: E-and for the refusal of the jewels it's just that I ain't done for the deserved!

obito almost wanted to laugh maniacally, his pet. Was so well trained.

Obito: I reward you for your patience. Of course, he didn't give a damn that she waited for him. He wanted her to be her forever. he wanted to get Sasori away from her as quickly as possible.

She holds her aching stomach.

Obito: oh my pet, you're missing aren't you? he said with a smile this kind of thing won't happen anymore if you were to marry me I would always be there by your side.

the akatsuki members, were almost disgusted to see the uchiha been such a good liar. Such an asshole, such a manipulative voice. The uchiha have often been prone to going mad after all.

she clutched her stomach, there was way too much information at once and a few things bothered her about the way she spoke. She pinched her nose which was starting to drip blood.

Obito: Well, looks like people took care of you like they should. he gently carried the rose in his arms, strangely she was always like that when he was there. She was fine in his absence.

She leaned her head against him trying to keep the blood in her hands so it didn't smear the floor.

Obito: Sakura, I'll take care of you.

sakura: Obito...? She said after laying down on the bed.

Obito: Sakura how are you feeling?

Obito: Sakura, I'm talking to you my animal! he said a little sharply.

she jumped up raising her head quickly plunging into her genjutsu which "stopped" the bleeding her nose coming up against him blushing.

Sakura: Obito...

Obito: Sakura, I didn't really like that you refused my marriage proposal. but what I really hated was seeing you with Sasori.

The man's voice sounded distant, and offbeat, he was pretty sure the rose hadn't noticed getting caught in a gengetsu.

To be continued.....

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wreckofawriter · 3 years

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Magnolia Final Part

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

Summary: idk dude just read the other chapters first or this is gonna make no sense

A/n: I did this instead of studying for my finals, also it could probably use a neither round of editing but I was anxious to post it. And I really don't give a fuck if this is historically inacurate all research done for this was from Pirate of the Caribbean.

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You considered the stars your friends, their predictability and reserve made them easy to get along with. You had been taught to read their language from your early days of ships and oceans. As a child, you would speak to them, whispering secrets from your bedroom window. Your young nights had been filled with time spent stretching from the top of your magnolia tree to try and grasp their beauty. Even now as you stared up at the heavens you wished to cradle them like priceless jewels, their wonder never faded. But you supposed their mystery is what made them so appealing, everyone wanted something they could never quite reach.

The news of your captured prince had spread like fire in a dry wind, the letters you had sent to Aldir and their neighboring kingdoms throwing many into action. Sirius’s kingdom was large, powerful, and merciless. Some wanted the prince for leverage, many others wanted blood; revenge driving them to empty treasuries and sharpen swords. At first, you had been sitting pretty, letters of bids coming to you at every stop you made. Eventually, prices got too high and kingdoms decided it would be easier to take than to pay.

Ash burned in the back of your throat, you stared at your feet as the second ship that week crumbled into the ocean. Its flames were heavy on your back, reflecting in the greys of the sea. A particularly large crack of the fire made the breath catch in your throat. Your fear of the element had persisted for years filling your nightmares with smoke and screams.

As the distance between you and the defeated ship lengthened your heart began to calm. The air was thick with moisture, purple clouds bruising the dull sky. The ocean was frothy, waves lapping tirelessly at the sides of your ship.

Your mind felt dizzy, the taste of blood still thick in your mouth. Two more men had been lost in the fight which had taken place just minutes ago. One flung into the ocean and the other struck by a bullet. That was six bodies that you had been forced to dump into the sea the past month.

You had to get rid of Sirius before more corpses were to be fed to the sharks. This had never been so strikingly obvious before yet, you hesitated. Nails dug into your palms, the voices in your head fighting a clamoring war. Your feelings were illegible, their messy colors smeared together in an uninterpretable painting. So you threw them away, ignoring the throb in your chest and taking a breath. Sirius was to be sold to the highest bidder and that was that. You felt your past’s grip on your throat loosening. There was only one way to get rid of what used to be, you had to kill it.

Sirius had never been so bewildered before. His life had been a book that was written a thousand times over. The prince falls in love, the queen doesn’t approve, the love runs off, the prince finds the love, and then happily ever after. But life wasn’t as sweet nor simple as a children’s story and this may be the first time that he had ever truly realized that. All it took was the prince to be tied in the love’s basement ready to be sold to his death.

Sirius woke with a start as metal clattered inches from his face. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as his breath slowly returned to his lungs. He stared at the plate which had woken him, it was piled higher than normal with two rolls dropped next to it. He peered up at the giver of this gift.

He recognized the small blonde as the one he had threatened a few weeks before, the fear he had seen in her eyes that moment now replaced with pity, bitter and soft like rotten fruit.

“I wanna talk.” She said plainly, toeing the plate towards him like a bribe, he supposed that’s exactly what it was.

Sirius sat up ignoring the hammer of his head. His hair stuck to his cheek, slick with sweat. The woman whose name he never learned dropped to a squat beside him, a small knife held in her hand. His eyes widened as it glinted in the small gas lamp hanging above his head.

“Relax.” She sighed cutting the rope that tethered his hands behind his back.

Sirius felt his shoulders groan in protest as they fell forward, his wrists aching and rubbed red. Hot pin pricks filled his fingers as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

When he looked back up Adrie was now seated in front of him, her legs crossed. She glanced down at the food and then back up at him, “You can eat if you agree to answer some questions.” Her demands were simple.

He let silence settle for just a moment, “Fine.” After all, what did he have to lose? His dignity? His pride? They had been sleeping with the fishes for ages.

She pushed the plate towards him, watching him quietly as he began to eat, “You don’t look like much of a prince to me.” She hummed after a moment.

Sirius swallowed, licking his lips, “Does anyone after two weeks locked in the bottom of a ship full of scum?"

Adrie cracked a smile, “I suppose not.”

She stared at him still, she was lying a bit. Years held prisoner couldn’t erase the royalty he was raised with, it stuck to him like wet stuck to water. Nothing and everything proved him a prince, you could take his crown but you could never take his title.

“How do you know y/n?”

Sirius was startled by the suddenness of the question but not remotely surprised it was asked, “She hasn’t told you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if she had,” Adire responded, her tone was blunt.

He bit into a roll thoughtfully taking his time to chew slowly, she was patient, her blank expression, not faltering.

“I thought you were friends.” He mumbled with a full mouth.

Her jaw tightened, “Y/n doesn’t speak of her past.”

“So you’ve come to me for information?” Sirius said mild mockery in his voice.

“Obviously.”

He eyed the woman curiously, she was not what he had expected of your right hand man. Sirius smiled loosely, “You sure you wanna disobey Captain’s orders?”

“Start talking or I take the food and hang you by your ankles.”

Sirius huffed glancing between her and his food, “Fine, you win.”

“Good. Tell me everything.” She demanded.

Sirius felt his throat tighten around the potatoes he had swallowed, his mind ached with hazy memories of summer days and speeding hearts, “There isn’t much to tell.”

“You’re a bad lair.” Adire hummed.

Sirius sighed, eyes falling to the bright white scars which laced his hands. He wasn’t sure where else to start but the beginning. He told of a loud baker girl who snuck over the walls into his garden and brought him pastries and friendship. He continued with vague details, of growing up together with swords and stars, reliving each moment he shared.

He felt his words stiffen as he spoke of falling in love with you. Part of him felt like he was talking of someone completely different. Someone who had burnt up with her parents in a small bakery a million miles away. What was left, muffling cries above him, was a shell of that girl her soul replaced with seaweed and smoke. He pushed the thought away, swallowing it with the lump in his throat as he continued to speak of a proposal he regretted and the consequences of disobeying his mother.

The broken fairytale cut his tongue filling his mouth with a bitter taste. He attempted to wash it down with the rum his listener had brought to him but its flavor was just as bad, it's only redemption was the warmth that filled his stomach.

Adrie looked at him blankly, "I don't blame her for wanting you dead."

Sirius wished she had stayed silent.

"But I pity you, you don't deserve death."

He didn't look up and instead finished his drink, "Your pity means nothing to me."

She sighed standing to her feet, "I never thought it did."

When her boots disappeared up the ladder he let his cup drop to the ground, it rolled knocking into his heel as tears dripped from his chin.

By the time you had dropped anchor just off of Haran, the moisture had dropped from the air. Dry winds and clear skies greeted your crew.

Rowboats were dropped in the water quickly, the sun was setting fast and a night of cheap ale and cheaper women were in the forefront of many a man's heads.

You were tired, the happiness of your crewmates falling short at your feet. Exhaustion had replaced all anger and sadness you had harbored for the past weeks making your eyes grow dull as the bags beneath them. The satchel burned under your arms had a note you had written agreeing to the Yerith King’s price. You had singed your finger on the wax used to seal the envelope, it still throbbed a bit with the unsteady beat of your heart. You tried not to think about much on your way to land instead filling your head with that faint burn and fog of the setting sun.

Adrie watched as you played with the diamond strung around your neck, a new piece she had only seen in recent days. She assumed you had taken it from one of the ships which had recently burnt into the sea. The bright stone was so different from the rest of your jewelry she was surprised you wore it all. Obnoxious gems had never been your type.

She was wrong on this thought, large jewels used to be what you would stare at as you passed shop windows, wishing you had the money to clutch one in your hand. They used to be a dream and a wish, now they were just things you stole and sold to the highest bidder.

Sirius had been briefly told of the plans for the evening. Two men whom he had become somewhat accustomed to during his stay had tied him up. The knots were tighter than usual as they were to be gone for the night. In his usual nature, Sirius complained about the ache of his wrists and the cramps in his legs. His grievances went unheard and his company disappeared from sight. The boat was quiet within the hour, nothing but the creak of old boards and calls of gulls far above his head breaking the silence.

He drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, time passing in its usual way, slowly. Finally, a clear thought came to Sirius’s head, he had the whole boat to himself. That meant there was no one to stop him from escaping his certain and quickly approaching death.

Sirius tried to twist his hands out of the rope for what must have been an hour and only resulted in drawing blood from his wrists. Switching tactics he began to slowly shuffle and roll around the cabin he was in, searching for anything that could cut rope. As the sun’s light began to fade his task was growing difficult. Just before he gave in to his exhaustion Sirius found a bent nail sticking about a centimeter out of the ladder that led to the upper deck. The next two hours were spent rubbing his binds against the dull metal until they finally snapped.

After a month of being held prisoner, freedom left him stunned. He stumbled up the ladder until he reached the ship’s deck. The warm breeze which washed over him felt like a gift from the gods. A smile stretched his aching cheeks and for the first time in a while Sirius Black let out a genuine laugh.

He quickly found a small boat which he could lower to the water. He could be miles away before the sun rose and you found his binds cut. Judging by the port you had stopped at he was only a few days' row from neutral lands. There he could gather himself and write for help. He was saved.

Sirius’s glee was cut short as he realized that he was missing one vital thing; you. The only reason he was out here in the first place was for you. He had spent years following rumors across the sea, he had given up his place as king, he had spent hundreds of thousands on supplies. But the truth was even if he hadn’t done all that, even if he had stumbled across you within a week and spent no more than ten doubloons he still wouldn’t leave this ship alive unless you were by his side.

Sirius cursed, slamming his fist into the deck. His eyes darted around in what felt like panic. He was trapped between your love and his life and while he had chosen the former weeks ago he had no way of securing it.

In the dark, a glint of light was seen. A crate of liquor stowed next to the captain’s quarters revealed itself to the pale moon. The man's mind buzzed, he realized quickly that he would need to act fast, the hours of the dark he had left must be well used.

The deal had been easy, one glance at the large gem and you had a buyer offering hundreds. You walked away with 400 doubloons knowing it was worth much more. Not that you cared, you had been hours from chucking the necklace into the sea.

It was late at night now, the golden light of pubs and brothels spilling onto the gravel road you walked. Your legs still felt weak, they were accustomed to the sway of boats on sloshing waves not the strange sturdiness of the ground. You hadn’t been able to sleep well on land since you had stepped off it, you had always opted for a swinging hammock over a still cot.

You swung your bag of coins round in circles as you made your way to the beach. The water was smooth save the ripple of waves drawn by the full moon. Sand glistened silver under your boots, the light crash of water on rocks echoing around you.

You had never intended to spend the full night on land, your crew was well aware of this fact and none would be surprised to find you gone in the morning. You shoved one of your beached row boats back into the water, splashing about ankle deep before leaping into it.

When you reached your ship, you sensed something was wrong immediately. The small voice which you tended to ignore was screaming in the back of your head. As you climbed onto the deck the strong scent of liquor overwhelmed you. You heard a soft splash and glanced down to look at the puddle you had stepped into. Swiping two fingers through the fluid and plopping them into your mouth you hummed. There was no mistaking the sharp taste of gin. You looked around to find the leak and instead locked eyes with a figure who stood about 20 meters in front of you.

“Sirius?” You asked though you already knew it was him, you didn’t think you would ever forget his face, even if it was obscured by the shadows of the moon.

He gapped at you, unsure of what to say.

You took a step closer and caught a glance of the bottle he held in his hand. Its thin neck was stuffed with a piece of cloth, the soft glow of a gas lamp flickering behind him. The second you realized what he had planned your gun was pointed at his chest.

“Drop the bottle Black.” you hissed with a steady voice despite the fact that your gun was rattling in your hands. Your thoughts were now fogged with fear, plagued by smoke and flames.

Sirius had suddenly found his voice, “I know you’re not stupid enough to fire that. One spark and we’ll both go up in flames.”

Your breaths quickened, vision blurring as tears welled in your eyes. “Why are you doing this?” You croaked. “Why do you want to ruin everything I’ve built for myself?”

“I’m not leaving without you y/n.” He shouted, “I can’t live without you. Just come with me. Please. Just come with me and it will all be fine.”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Please, please! I need you y/n, I can’t go back without you!” He begged, snatching the lamp from behind him, “I won’t be able to live.”

It was in that moment that you understood he was just as desperate as you, just as lost and hopeless. You dropped your gun to your side, tears sliding slowly down your cheeks. Your throat tightened holding back a sob, “Okay.” You said with a broken voice.

Sirius cracked a small smile, “I knew it.” He sighed, “I knew you still loved me.” Setting down the lamp he opened his arms walking towards you. You met him halfway burying your face into his rough jacket.

“God I missed you y/n,” he whispered as you slipped a knife from under your sleeve.

“I’m so sorry Siri.” You mumbled in response before plunging the blade into his back.

You held him as he collapsed forward, choking back on his own blood. You had begun to sob, hand still clutching the hilt of the blade which was lodged into him. Eventually his weight became too much to bear and you both fell to the ground. Sirius rolled off next to you, his hand still clasped around your own. The two of you started up at the stars listening as his breaths slowed. Just before they stopped completely you felt a small squeeze of your hand and for just a moment you saw the soft pink of a petal floating towards you.

You weren't sure how long you lay there, staring up at the sky but it was long enough for you to finally realize that you were the villain of your story. It was an odd thing to recognize considering in all of the books you had carried as a child you took the place of the protagonist; the one who swung the sword to save the kingdom You had always been the one to end your life with a happily ever after.

Now you had realized that you had never been a hero. You had spent your life as a villain in the making, each step you had taken leading you closer and closer to your undeniable fate of evil. You had your chance to be the princess trapped in the tower, but you had ignored the prince and now took the shape of a witch. A witch who stole and killed and burned all that she hated. Some had to do it after all, we can’t all be heroes. There is no story without a villain, at least not one worth reading.

As much as the small baker girl who rested amongst the magnolia tree would have hated you, the woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was okay with who you had become. And if she was okay with it, then why did it matter what the past would have thought? You had been running from it for years and now you would never have to again. Because now your past ran from you.

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moondustaeil · 4 years

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blooming period ❀ lee taeyong

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧☾.·:·. blooming period

⠀ ⠀⠀ about

⋅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : yandere/kuudere au : angst , fluff , possible smut

⋅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ : kuudere!taeyong x reader

⋅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : eventual fic tba , this teaser 1.2k

⋅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : yandere behaviour , kuudere behaviour , blood , mentions of violence , unrequited love , infidelity , alcoholism , mentions of psychological abuse , suggestive content , lack of emotions , deep talks about taeyong’s past , character death(s) , both the reader and taeyong seem to have yandere qualities but taeyong will be the main yandere/kuudere , taeyong calls the reader “toy,”.

⋅ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : let me know if you’d like to be added

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⋅ Taeyong is the type of person to never have a long-lasting love interest. A consequence of meeting the wrong person and lowering his guard, blind irises staring into nothingness as his previous lover shared the sheets with someone better. As pointless revenge, Taeyong mimics their lifestyle: owning countless human toys to play with, purposely forgetting their names to never meet them again in the future. However, you are a rare toy, who wants to be remembered, willing to fill the cracks in Taeyong’s heart. Thrown away or not, you would do anything to see his smile. To him, you are one of many, ready to be thrown away. “If love is a game, play me ruthlessly.”

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⋅ part of the horror collab by my one and only queen @neo-cult-ure , please do check out all of the other yandere fics from other participants! Based on “toy” by block b (both the korean and japanese version). We will see you october 21st.

⋅ kuudere: A stock love interest who is calm and collected on the outside, and never panics. They show little emotion, and in extreme cases are completely emotionless, but may be hiding their true emotions. They tend to be leaders who are always in charge of a situation.

ᴏɴᴇ: ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ Similarly to the personality of the bleach-blonde haired man, the ice inside the glass is the frosty mask that protects the sweet taste of the liquor. Though, the ice inside the glass will melt, unlike the personality of the man solemnly sitting at the table for two. His brown eyes appear empty, yet, not lonely. In the dimly lit bar, there are at least seven more pairs of eyes to keep his occupied. His ex-lover had done the same in order to battle the creeping loneliness, however, it never ended with eye-contact. It always ended in sexual activity outside a romantic relationship: while Taeyong sat at home, they experienced adultery most childishly. These days, Taeyong no longer waits at home for the awaited return of his lover. He would do as they did: go to the nearby bar, make eye-contact with strangers, and stare into the depths of the liquor glass until it was emptied by his mouth. His hand is raised and starts to move in a waving motion, something he merely succeeds in seeing how the liquor glass is gripped between his thumb and the palm of his hand. The leftover liquid in the glass waves along, resembling a wild sea which only retreats slowly once Taeyong's movements are halted. "Another." The bartender nods his head in confirmation. Not just once, but twice as he makes eye-contact with the person who is sitting right in front oh him. Two different orders made by different people, but only for one person. While waiting for the delivery of his order, Taeyong brings his current glass towards his lips to finish the thin layer on the bottom of the glass. His mouth starts slurping slowly at the strongly flavoured leftovers of liquid, but soon his lips purse to prevent more from pouring into his throat. "Give him a glass of water too, he looks like he needs it," he eavesdrops. His eyes shoot up towards the source of sound, making one-sided eye-contact with the stranger that places the other. Your back is turned towards him, hence why you can't make eye contact, but then again. Do you have eyes on your back that allow you to see how he looks like he needs an extra glass of water? Or have you simply been eyeing him the same way that he is eyeing your back? Filled with curiosity over anger, Taeyong stands up from his chair and approaches the bar. As far as he was able to observe, you didn't come with a companion, so he opts to take the unoccupied stool on your left to sit on. "Why would I drink water at a bar?" His arms cross over one another and rest upon the wooden bar: it gives you the expression that he's interested in your answer, but the gesture only makes him seem more intimidating. You follow the movements out of the corner of your eye and adapt your own body to his. Together with your body, your head moves towards the left side to see the stranger. "Water might soothe your throat more than the strong shit does," you answer his question. Now that you only have to slightly turn your head to see him instead of continuously looking over your shoulder, you are able to see him in a different light. Perhaps, it was the deserted setting at the table for two that made him seem so lonely, as right now, he doesn't look like he did under the dim ceiling lights. You realise that just like you are, he is just companionless. But while you drink something to soothe the thirstiness with, he drinks something to increase his longing for more. Your answer makes his eyebrows furrow but even despite that, the look in his eyes remains unchanged. With mere movements, his head moves up and down in an answer-accepting nod but it's obvious that accepting and agreeing doesn't always go hand-in-hand. "And…," his sentence starts like he is about to add an element, yet, he questions your answer rather than adding something "why would it need to soothe my throat? So that I can talk to strangers like you?" "Don't act so tough. You drink water too even if you act like you sip lemonade out of a wine glass. You were sitting alone at a table for two, which might say more about you than a glass of water says about me." Your words hit harder than a hand does during the classical slap in the face. Indifferent. Even despite your personally-given and free piece of advice, the look on Taeyong's face is indifferent from before you said the words: his lip corners don't bend free from the straight line, his eyes simply look at you with nothingness in them. Withheld from expressing emotions, he responds to your words. "You might be right about that. Clearly, you are looking for a companion while I'm perfectly fine alone at my table for two. Maybe you just want to soothe yourself with the thought of soothing someone else. But trust me, that might only taste more bitter, toy." You curl the tip of your tongue to stroke over the taste buds further on your tongue. You can feel them sitting on your papillae, smooth yet rough. However, you can't reach further than the middle of your tongue. And according to the anatomical structure of the tongue, the bitter tastebuds find themselves further down your tongue. Perhaps it's a myth that different tastes are assigned to different regions of the tongue, you can easily percept the bitter taste spreading over the surface of your tongue. You uncurl your tongue due to the spreading feeling, allowing the tip to rest against the back of your lower teeth. "Is that why you're so bitter?"

Out of frustration at your continuous retributions, Taeyong's fingertips clench around the newly delivered glass of alcohol. He doesn't know whether he wants to consume the strong liquor in an attempt to soothe himself or toss the drink in your face to silence you. Seeing his hand embracing the glass of alcohol makes you wrap your own hand around the glass of water. You pull the glass of water closer to yourself but shove it towards Taeyong before he assumes that you've given up. "There's nothing I want from you," Taeyong clarifies. Your hand withdraws from the glass once it's in front of him, next to the addictive alcohol. The glass of water remains untouched, yet tainted with your fingerprints. "Not even a glass of water, toy." Unlike him, there is something that you want to receive from him, and it's not a glass of strong alcohol to rinse your worries away with. No, you want something costless and yet, treasurable. Le sourire. "I do want something from you. I want to see you smile," you tell him. "What would you to see me smile?" "All you need is me, I'll make you smile."

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whumpwillow · 3 years

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whumpy song lyrics

saw a few people doing this so i figured i might give it a go as well

playlist (on spotify)

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Power – Bastille

“Aim, throw your best shot right at me 'Cause pain, I can take it easily Did you really think I'd fall to my knees Just to pray for some sweet simplicity?”

“Whoa, you're squeezing my heart Too hard in your bare hands, they hold too tight And whoa the air is on fire”

“Pain, just synapses firing in our brains So when you cut me, cut me deep Hurt the ones you love the most easily”

“If you're gonna hit me, hit me harder 'Cause you better knock me out the first time”

“I will never understand the power you were holding over me”

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Blame – Bastille

“Fall upon your knees, sing: This is my body and soul here Crawl and beg and plead, sing: You’ve got the power to control”

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Mercy – Hurts

“Lead me in chains Strip me of shame Caress me with pain 'Cause I'm down on my knees And I'm begging you please as you say

Don't cry mercy There's too much pain to come”

“Fill me with rage And bleed me dry”

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Queen of the Castle – Victoria Carbol

“You'll be begging You'll be screaming You'll be tortured You'll be grieving If you don't bow to my rule”

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Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea – Missio

“The berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone The salt, it seeps in through the pores of my open skin”

“The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?”

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Throne – Saint Mesa

“We keep all the hurt you never know”

“You hate my bad behavior You cut my loosened tongue You play the part of savior I watch you come undone”

“You called me a friend Now broken bones Will stay on the mend Or decompose”

“I bleed applause, I'm fading slow Alone, distraught, without control”

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Maniac – Phoebe Green

“Your reflection is your very worst enemy Behind the glass is an angel, but the devil's beneath”

“You smile at the moon even though it's haunting you You wonder if it ever feels as lonely as you do Your nose is always bleeding but it's fine 'cause it looks pretty”

“Your mind was made of magic, now its ugly and diseased Hell is in your hair dye and your head's between your knees”

“You're so lonely, choked on money Do you ever feel like you completely? You're so quiet, eyes look tired You look like you're barely alive You're unreal, I can feel Every single bone by your spine”

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Hollow – Cloudeater

“It's not safe to seek the attention”

“I stay empty, I feel the hunger”

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Blindfold – Sleeping Wolf

“Pull me in No, I cannot resist”

“Useless Trying to fight”

“In the dark I need to taste the blood”

“Battle scars Your touch is not enough I need you to pierce my veins, and become my pain”

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Dangerous – Son Lux

“How does it feel To be your own deceiver?”

“Spend fewer nights with the living Then I do with the dead”

“Now, am I supposed to run?”

“I watch you fall Hollow and depleted A city razed Oh, to bury you beneath it”

“Are you dangerous? Carved right into my head Quick lobotomy Then left me for dead”

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Hurt – Get Scared

“How do you sleep through the night? Where do you go when you hide? Waiting for the truth to call, I don't fear you anymore How do you think I'm alright?”

“Through all of your shit I've survived You would have thought I had died but I made it out alive”

“And I like the way you hurt After all you've done, look what I've become”

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Dancing with Your Ghost – No Resolve

“What's going on? The look in your eyes tells me there's something wrong Stay with me Help is on the way, just try to breathe Can you hear my voice?”

“Can anyone hear me? Let me through I can see your face Calling your name Reaching out I can't feel anything”

“All the memories They are haunting me”

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Scars – Boy Epic

“No I'm not what you think that I am made of” “Just a hero on a bridge that's burning down”

“Can you see my scars Can you feel my heart This is all of me for all of the world to see”

“I gave it all and all you gave Was sweet misery”

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Bloody City – Sam Tinnesz

“Loud voices calling for revenge Cold metal triggers on their fingertips The midnight streets are running red”

“Rage on the dawn of misery”

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Boy in the Bubble – Alec Benjamin

“Punch my face Do it 'cause I like the pain Every time you curse my name I know you want the satisfaction It's not gonna happen”

“Knock me out Kick me when I'm on the ground It's only gonna let you down Come the lightning and the thunder You're the one who'll suffer, suffer”

“Well I squared him up, left my chest exposed He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose I had thick red blood running down my clothes And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though”

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Outrunning Karma – Alec Benjamin

“Ten-dozen hearts in a bag Their bodies lyin', he'll drag”

“And he'll race for miles through the night He runs because he knows he cannot hide”

“He's never gonna make it, all the Poor people he's forsaken, karma Is always gonna chase him for his lies”

“There's really no escape until he dies”

“And he'll brace for battle in the night He'll fight because he knows he cannot hide”

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Choke – I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

“drag me into place”

“I'll break your pretty face”

“Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die”

“So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep”

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I’m gonna win – Rob Cantor

“My life is a constant entrapment of tunnels Which tangle and wind and beguile And regardless of where I may tumble or funnel I wonder what’s really worthwhile”

“Sometimes it can seem like a merciless dream And I’m falling with nothing to hold”

“Sometimes I get flustered and beaten and blistered Abandoned outside in the cold”

“I’ll never give up, I’ll never give in Til I’m bloody and bruised Til I’ve broken my bones Til I won’t be abused Til I’m laughing alone”

“How do you feel? You’ve been concealing your worries from the world But you can reveal them to me”

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Even if it Hurts – Sam Tinnesz

“It's darkest before the dawn But you don't need to do this alone”

“Now you're so afraid of what's underneath”

“Even if it hurts Even if it makes me bleed I'm gonna carry you Pushing through With the dirt on my sleeves Even if it hurts Even if it's razor deep I'm not giving up, not gonna run I'll be there when you need me”

“I'm not giving up on you How long will it take For you to lean on me Time to let it go So you can finally breathe”

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The Darker the Weather – MISSIO

“Distant, everything is scattered When your mind is shattered and torn apart In an instant, I can be indifferent The blame is always shifted from the start”

“You can take all you want, but not who I am”

“Close the curtains real slow to hide the light”

“You broke me down and stole my soul Left me vacant and all alone”

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Hypothermic – Goodnight, Texas

“Driving In a cold sweat”

“Hypothermic Where the sun can't find me”

“Shouting Begging mercy On the concrete While they kick my jaw in”

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An Act of Kindness – Bastille

“Kindness Is what you showed to me It holds me 'till I ache Overflow and start to break”

“so many people passed me by But you warmed me to my core, and you left me wanting more”

“Oh, my back's up against the wall I feel guilty, I feel guilty And you want nothing in return”

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matchasparrow · 3 years

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Exploration of a Maglor AU - part 3 - On Doriath and the fate of the Silmarils

Part 1 Part 2

Now the important question - the first kinslaying - what happens?

Dior has a Silmaril, her brothers need the Silmaril.

Maedhros sends letters after letters, asking, explaining, apologising.

There is no reply, no other answer than Dorinthian pride.

Maglor goes. She travels through the dense forests and spell woven woods, through wildlands and settlements of Nandors alone. Her sole company being the memory of Aredhel speaking to her.

She stands before the proud lords and ladies or Doriath, before beautiful Dior, and sings as Luthien sang before Mandos. She pours her grief and guilt and the darkness that is the doom. Sings of a future, free of blood oaths and darkness and hateful fueds. There were few dry eyes in the audience. But Dior still sits, eyes sombre but unglistening on Thingol’s throne. Even her voice does not have the power to erase the sins of the Noldor in the eyes of Luthien’s son.

She kneels. Both knees on the ground. Scarlet dress stained with mud spread out on pristine white marble floor. Voice still carrying the lingering notes of the song.

“Please. Give me a chance to make this right. “ she pleaded, tears flowing unabashed.

A heavy pause. They look into each other’s eyes, hooked and searching.

Dior waveringly stood, and treaded towards her. He bent down and delicately took the starlit gem from around his neck and dropped it into her palms.

“Then make it right.”

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Or at least, that’s one version of the events.

In this version, Maglor collects the Silmarils. So how did Eonwe and the host of the Valar come to middle earth without Earendil and Elwing and the Silmaril? How did Earendil even meet Elwing?

The Silmaril leaves Doriath, Morgoth attacks. Doriath’s been vulnerable for years, and he wants revenge. The slaughter was merciless. Reinforcements poured in from Himring and the Pass of Aglon on Maedhros’ orders, but they were too late. Dior and Nimloth were dead, along with a fifth of the people in Doriath. Elwing survives, carried by her nursemaid and a horde of guards, they fled to Sirion along with the rest of their people. Elurin and Elured were missing. Taken by the enemy, perhaps. They hoped that they were dead. Weeks passed, and there were no taunts, no mock ransom from the enemy. And thereafter nothing were heard from the sons of Dior ever again.

(Perhaps, in the chaos of the invasion, the boys ran and ran, directionless and fearful, till they reached the dark lands of Nan Elmoch. There the boys clung unto each other, cold and famished in the abandoned, drowsy woods. They curled up under tall, unfamiliar trees as they breathed in air laced with heavy magic. - except - it was not wholly unfamiliar. They were the scions of Luthien, of Melian. And the life of the forest responded to these part Maian creatures. They unfolded their secrets to them - the sweet honey and rich purple fruits offered themselves up for their tastes, the low humming plants sang them to sleep at night, moss and vine stitched themselves up to be their blankets and cloaks. Leaves sheltered their way and white luminescent flowers bloomed for them, lighting their way to each other whenever they became separated. They were enchanted, and the enchanter. They loved these woods and the woods loved them. And together, they sunk to the bottom of the ocean as tall waves rolled over Beleriand.

Perhaps the trees again wove themselves into a net, warding the forest from the water, sealing themselves off from the world, and forever hence Elured and Elurin wandered the woods as princes of an Atlantis. )

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Back to Maglor.

So there is a greater force this time since they were on heavy guard against an attack and reinforcements, though late, did arrive.

And the survivors were stronger, Sirion was a refugee camp, but it was also powerful - and now all the forces of middle earth were united, martyred by evil.

Maglor was a Feanorian. Her brothers felt no urge to snatch the Silmaril from her hands, so in turn, Maglor used the light of the Silmaril to help Sirion grow whenever she visited Sirion, which was often. The Feanorian forces defeated much of Morgoth’s forces when they attacked at Doriath, so Maglor could worry less about retribution and attack on their own forces, at least for the next few years - so Maglor, guilty about the sacrifice of Doriath, spent a lot of time with Elwing in Sirion, and almost helped raised her along with the courtiers and Celeborn and Galadriel.

Being at Sirion was an advantage in other ways too. It was at the crossroads of many lands and peoples, and a perfect place to perfect strategies and alliances.

Elros and Elrond are born. They adored Maglor with her stories and songs. And always they want more, more, more. Their hands always tugging on her dress and getting her to play catch with them on the beach.

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They are stronger, but it is not enough.

It was peaceful. Too peaceful. The calm before the storm, the silence of a predator before he pounces.

Sirion and Himring and Nargothrond are attacked. They win. They lose more than a quarter of their people. Celegorm and Caranthir die. They cannot hold on much longer.

Idril and Tuor left, and they have not returned. Earendil sits at the docks every day, sometimes with his family. Elwing lace her fingers through his, but there is a disquiet and restlessness in his heart that she cannot understand.

Earendil sails. He comes back more tired and defeated every time. He cannot reach Valinor.

“He thinks he needs the Silmaril.” Elwing said to Maglor.

Maglor stands with her on the edge of the cliff, looking at the far horizon for lands that she has not seen in centuries. She sees nothing. She closes her eyes and searches within her bond with Nerdanel, and she feels nothing. This is the long defeat, and she will lose her brothers one by one, with or without the one Silmaril she has by her side. “I think so too.” she replied.

She gives the Silmaril to Earendil, and says nothing of it to her brothers. For all they know, the Silmaril is still with her. She could tell them, she suppose, what could they do to Earendil, far out at sea. But she is caught between lying to them, and betraying their trust in the worst way. She feels sick to the bones, as she answers them with cheerful letters from afar, casual to ease suspicion. “I’ll come to visit soon” She lied.

Could she tell Maedhros? Who’s now aloof and half-mad with grief? Curufin was the one brother she has never quite been able to control. They loved each other, despite everything - every fight, every hair pulled, every disappointed look - but Curufin would be the last person she would confess to. She could not bear looking into the ghost of her father’s face to tell him that she has given away his most prized creation (prized above his children, she’s sure) to the Sindar, all for a chance of bribing the Valar to their aid. A bitterness grows in her heart, and she cannot swallow it down. The Ambarrusa are good secret keepers, but she will not burden them ...with what? She asks herself. With the task of forgiving you? So you can feel absolved of your guilt? And feed your fantasy? The days without a reply or sign grew longer, and she began to despair.

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Her brothers grow uneasy, something burns in their chest. They think it’s the other 2 Silmarils calling to them. “We must attack.” Curufin seethed at every opportunity, eager for revenge.

The time is indeed coming, Galadriel has sensed as much.

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A new star appears in the night sky. And that’s when they knew. Hope and despair and fear jugged for space in her heart. But in the end she will not be conquered, she gathered her troops, checked the defenses, and prepared for attacks.

No letter of accusation and rage came from any of her brothers. No letters came at all. She writes to them, letters of confession and apologies and firm reasons. Still, there is no reply.

Finally, Maedhros writes a letter telling her to return to the gap, for they sensed an attack was imminent. It was signed “Regards, Maedhros Feanorian”

She goes.

The Ambarrussa dies. She never got to apologise to them face to face, nor hear their forgiveness. She would hold their hands again, hear them laugh, and run through the woods, free and unburdened, she resolved. She would not let them fade in the void. Curufin's empty eyes stare into her, and it burns her promise into her fea the way the oath burns into theirs.

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The host from Valinor arrives.

They finally got the other 2 gems together, this time, she did not have to steal them.

Earendil descended from the night sky. He could not touch the ground, but there was no rule about her going up. The last 2 Feanorians stood on Vilgront and held the 3 Silmarils together for the first time in an Age. She feels no different, but Maedhros slump in relief. “We’re free’ he said, and he gave the Silmaril back to Earendil. “May your hope shine on middle earth and bring aid to all those who need it” He gave his blessings and turned to Maglor.

“Thank you, for eveything” and clasped her so tight she couldn’t breathe. She held him, wrapped her arms round his tall, slender frame and tried to picture that she’s embracing Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras and...father.

She cries, tears flow unabashedly and she’s just so happy that they’re free - free from darkness, free to start anew, free to go home.

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They readied the ships back to Aman. One Silmaril they gifted to Earendil, one they gifted to Gil-galad and Elrond, to give aid and light to whoever is in need in middle earth, one they brought with them back to middle earth, as a symbol of victory and remembrance.

When they go back, their brothers and mother are waiting for them on the shore. This time, the Valar were merciful.

#i realise that this probably should have just been an no oath Maglor!Au #but happy ending #there are other endings of course #maybe i'll post the other stuff later #maglor #Maglor AU #fem!Maglor #Silmarillion #Feanorians #Elurin #Elured #Elwing #Elrond #Valar #The Oath #Earendil #Doriath

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friendofhayley · 4 years

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In the midst of chaos, it’s healthy to sometimes soothe ourselves with fiction so thank you, fic writers, for providing us with a safe space. Anyway here’s a list of the best fics I read this month. This rec includes 18 fics from Game of Thrones, One Direction, Teen Wolf, and The Witcher fandoms. The starred ones are *special*

Sanrion (Game of Thrones)

1. A Change of Fate by TheTruffalo | time travel fix-it fic - slow burn - BAMF!Sansa - all the unexpected friendships - 119k+

What would happen if Sansa Stark travelled back in time to the beginning of Game of Thrones? How would she change the future? With her knowledge of the future, marriage to Tyrion Lannister, allegiances to the Targarian Dynasty and lets not forget her tutelage under the notorious Lord Baelish, what will she change? She is not a Little Bird this time, no, now she is a wolf. This time she will come out on top. The question is, who will she bring with her and who will be the collateral? It is all in the days work when playing the Game of Thrones; and she has learned from the best.

2. *The North Remembers* (series) by K_R_Closson, tasalmalin | BAMF!Sansa - the revenge tastes so sweet - time travel fix-it fic - more action than romance - 3 parts

When Sansa and Theon flee Winterfell, they encounter someone who can give Sansa a chance to start over. Sansa has to determine what she can change and what she has to accept to get a future she wants.

Larry (One Direction)

3. haunted by the ghost of you by @missandrogyny | real estate agent Louis - angst and fluff - memory loss - enemies to friends to lovers - 49k

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

4. I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This by @runaway-train-works | enemies to lovers - rough sex - unrequited love - Louis is such a bottom brat - 39k

The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.

5. thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense | friends to lovers - heavy mutual pining - misunderstandings - fluff and angst - 52k

Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

6. *What’s It Gonna Be?* by @shesarealphony | GOD TIER FIC - based on this music video - there are lesbians!! - gay found family !! - 35k

Louis and Bebe, best friends since childhood, have crushes on two of the most popular kids in school, and in an attempt to increase their respective chances, Louis befriends Harry Styles, quarterback of the football team, while Bebe befriends Clare Uchima, head cheerleader. Only… the plan… doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Zouis (One Direction)

7. Gravity Always Wins by @writeivywrite | canon - friends to lovers - ot5 - misunderstandings - 17k

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

8. keep you like an oath by @ohnokonecny | strangers to lovers - Louis is a force of nature - American AU - fake relationship - 18k

Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,

“Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.

“Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

9. hope is the thing with feathers by @shanastoryteller | author wrote Survival is a Talent and you can tell because it’s amazing - first of a series - BAMF!Stiles - alive Hale family - 28k

Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.

He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet.

10. Every stumble and each misfire by @everchanginginks | future fic - deputy Siles - BAMF!Stiles - soft Derek - 14k

Stiles hasn’t seen or heard from Derek in ten years. It’s a bit of a surprise to find out about Derek’s return to Beacon Hills through Tinder.

11. Hide Of A Life War by @etharei | BAMF!Stiles - Sheriff finds out - suspense - found family - 26k

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

12. Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance | BAMF!Stiles - mates - don’t underestimate the Hale pack - found family - 62k

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

13. *Sweet Buns* by @pantstomatch | omega Stiles - misunderstandings - pining - Derek is bad at feelings - 17k

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

14. The Seven Lives of Stiles Stilinski by @glorious-spoon | angst with a happy ending - pining - time travel - hurt/comfort - 25k

Stiles disturbs an abandoned temple and catches the attention of a goddess of time and fate. When he starts time-traveling involuntarily through the past, he’s not sure if she means it as a curse or a lesson–but no matter when he travels to, he always seems to end up at Derek’s side.

7. *I know that you love me, even when I lose my head* by LunaCapisLupus_22 | amnesia - internalized homophobia - omega Stiles - BAMF!Stiles - 135k

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

15. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill | SO much angst with a happy ending - slow burn - BAMF!Stiles - PTSD - 70k

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

16. *Not Your Disney Romance* by Rawren (Deshonanana) | THIS IS SO GOOD - the perfect mix of crack and angst - disabled Stiles - mind control - 42k

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

17. Landfall by round_robin | merman Jaskier - soft Geralt - future fic - trust porn - 10k

Geralt spotted Jaskier’s blue breeches neatly folded in the sand by the rock, his boots next to them, doublet unbuttoned and blowing in the wind. Those too blue eyes looked even brighter next to the sea and his heart skipped a beat. “Jaskier,” he sighed. He didn’t know what else to say.

While relief flooded Geralt—Jaskier was alive and well, no evil befell him after Geralt stupidly pushed him away—Jaskier didn’t seem to share his feelings. His lips turned down, shoulders slumped. Finally, he said, “Are you here to kill me?”

18. ‘My Own’ by @valleyofwitcher | creature Jaskier - found family - Kaer Morhen - they’re soft for each other - 43k

Jaskier has been hiding his draconic ‘heritage’ for as long as he could remember. And travelling with Geralt and Ciri, it didn’t seem to be an issue. That is until a notice comes up about hunting dragons.

All of a sudden, everything is thrown into disarray as he has to face feelings and impulses he had been suppressing for years, nothing seems safe anymore. Geralt tries to fix it.

#fic rec #monthly reads #multifandom #sterek #larry #larrie hijinks #the witcher #sanrion #game of thrones #zouis

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atinyrabbit · 4 years

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love/hate songs

Since 8tracks is messed up and playmoss is gonna disappear and Spotify doesn't have many songs, I’m posting some of my playlists here. This is a list of songs about love/hate relationships for pairings. Enemies to lovers, tsundere personalities, hero/villain couplings, opposites attract, loving someone you know you shouldn't. This list is several years old so the songs are older and kinda ‘scene.’

Major trigger warnings for the lyrics of these songs. Some songs have violent lyrics. This playlist romanticizes conflict.

Song list under read more:

Love to Hate You - Erasure Nicotine - Panic! at the Disco Don't Let It Go To Your Head - Fefe Dobson Your Love Will Kill Me - Daniel Lavoie Bruises and Bitemarks (Remix) - Good With Grenades October & April - The Rasmus feat. Anette Olzon Violator - Son of Rust Sick Amore - El Creepo Disgusting - Ke$ha Dangerous - Depeche Mode Oleander - Mother Mother Fear & Delight - The Correspondents Love is a Suicide - Natalia Kills Sex as a Weapon - Pat Benatar I'd Love To Kill You - Katie Melua Before I Ever Met You - Banks Rent - Pet Shop Boys Helpless When She Smiles - Backstreet Boys Holy - Zolita Strangelove - Depeche Mode I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Susan Egan Can't Feel My Face - The Weeknd Only You - Ellie Goulding Devil Devil - Milck Livin' In A World Without You - The Rasmus

Hate Love - Adelitas Way Suddenly - Peter Heppner Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days Radioactive Mirrors - Amazinglyjon Dangerous - Cascada Violence (Club Mix) - Grimes & i_o This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller Make Hate To Me - Citizen Soldier Gently Break It - Beck Pete Portrait of a Female - Cruel Youth This Could Be Love - Alkaline Trio Lie, Lie, Lie - Myra You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi I Only Wanna Be With You - Volbeat Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever - Cast of Galavant I've Got You Under My Skin - Seether Human - Oh Land Le Bien Qui Fait Mal - Mozart, L'Opera Rock Can't Help Falling In Love [Light x Dark Remix] - feat. Brooke Tommee Profitt Fell For You - Green Day Stupid Grin - Dragonette Broken - Lauren Hoffman Take Me to Church - Hozier Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis Whip - Mr.Kitty Get You Off - Fefe Dobson Crazy Girl - Ke$ha Vice - POP ETC Cannibal - Silversun Pickups Rest in Peace - Original Cast of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Hem of Your Garment - Cake Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge Truth Or Dare - Marianas Trench We Sink - CHVRCHES Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez You Stupid Girl - Framing Hanley Die For You - Red F*cking Boyfriend - The Bird & The Bee Mean - Nicole Dollanganger Must Be Crazy for Me - Melissa Etheridge That Girl - Alexz Johnson FMLYHM - Seether Bad Romance - Halestorm Aquarius - Within Temptation Flirt (With Me) - Zeromancer I'm With Stupid - Pet Shop Boys Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) - Paramore Trying Not To Love You - Nickelback Kill for You - Zolita A Love Like War - All Time Low You Need Me - SWANS Hatef--k - The Bravery Bottled Affection - Cold War Kids True Love - ThouShaltNot Terrible Thing - Ag I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters Exit Wounds - The Romanovs Gun - Chvrches Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder Whole Lotta Love - Smash Mouth Bloodsport - Sneaker Pimps XXX - Imran-C Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Love Me Dead - Ludo Paralyzed - The Used River - Bishop Briggs Neon - VERSA Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons I'm Your Villain - Franz Ferdinand Beautiful Monster - Ne-Yo I Own You - Birgit Let Me Be Your Armor - ASSEMBLAGE 23 Perfect Enemy - t.A.T.u. Straight for the Knife - Sia One More Night - Maroon 5 I Hate You (Don't Leave Me) - Ke$ha The Moth - Aimee Mann Mad Love - The Veronicas Toxic (Acoustic Britney Spears Cover) - Johnny Goth Bad Intentions - Digital Daggers Shut Up - Nick Lachey Soldier - Bitter Ruin First Bad Habit - Vanessa Hudgens In The Darkness - Dead By Sunrise Tearin' Up My Heart - *NSYNC You'll Be Back - Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton & Jonathan Groff Crazy In A Good Way - VERIDIA Combat Baby - Metric In Bluebeard's Castle - Unwoman When Doves Cry - Prince State of Seduction - Digital Daggers Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert Broken Inside - Broken Iris Murder (feat. Minx, Chilled) - Boyinaband Why Do You Love Me - Charlotte Lawrence Follow You Home - Nickelback Love To See You Cry - Enrique Iglesias Impressed - Natalie Imbruglia Die For You - Megan McCauley Your Kind (Speak to Me) - Danger Radio Tyrant - The Bravery Violent Games - Polica Toxicated Love - NEO Nemeses (feat. John Roderick) - Jonathan Coulton Miserable - Lit Running From My Shadow - The Velvet Teaparty Barricade - Stars Trouble (Stripped) - Halsey Brutal Hearts - Bedouin Soundclash Desire - Meg Myers Sticks And Stones - The Pierces Just the Girl - The Click Five Himerus and Eros - The Spill Canvas Blood - In This Moment I'm Insane - Myah Marie Fiction (Dreams In Digital) - Orgy Whore - In This Moment Monster - Ryan Adames Foundations - Kate Nash Only When I Lose Myself - Depeche Mode Hatchet - Archive The Beginning of the Twist - The Futureheads Change - Deftones Trust Me - Marc Senter Love Me Hate Kiss Me Kill Me (Scndl Remix) - Fukkk Offf Big Bad Handsome Man - Imelda May The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy My Obsession - Cinema Bizarre Stitches - Orgy Miss Kiss Kiss Bang - Alex Swings Oscar Sings! Sweet Dreams - Beyonce Fuel To The Fire - The Maine Closer (Nine Inch Nails Cover) - Niki Barr Band Clueless - Orla Gartland Devil Woman - Cliff Richard Hatefuck - Motionless In White I Love You But I Don’t Like You - Molly Moore Overpower Thee - AUF dER MAUR Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me - All Time Low Post Blue - Placebo Genghis Khan - Miike Snow Poison - Alice Cooper I Know I'm A Wolf - Young Heretics Little Toy Gun - honeyhoney I Miss the Misery - Halestorm Dirty Sticky Floors (radio mix) - Dave Gahan Clarity - Zedd I Get A Kick Out Of You - Frank Sinatra I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Die for You - Otherwise Labyrinth - Oomph! Black Black Heart - David Usher I Want to Destroy Something Beautiful - Josh Woodward I'm a Priest - Daniel Lavoie You Need Me - SWANS Afraid of the Dark - Phildel Virus - Ryan Adames I Wanna Be Your Dog (remix) - Emilie Simon Hello Goodbye - The Beatles Sarcasm (Album Version) - Get Scared Use Me - Hinder Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars Pretty When You Cry - VAST Tainted Love - Soft Cell Scream - Avenged Sevenfold Think About It - Danger Radio Gallery Piece - Of Montreal Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls Little Girls - Say Anything I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace Love Runs Out - OneRepublic Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins Hit Me Like a Man - The Pretty Reckless Bang Bang (feat. Adam Levine) - K'naan Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp Addicted - Kelly Clarkson Whiplash - FEMM Paralyzer - Finger Eleven Crime - Temposhark Misery Loves Company - Emilie Autumn It Was Good for You Too - Marian Call Price Of Company - The White Tie Affair Burn! - Kobra And The Lotus I Love My Lawyer - Ofelia K I Want Blood - empires (I Always Kill) The Things I Love (ft. The Real Tuesday Weld) - Claudia Brucken Misery (Cutmore Radio) - Maroon 5 Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar I Lust You - Neon Neon Pistol Whipped - Marilyn Manson Bitches Brew - Crosses A Formidable Marinade - Mikelangelo And The Black Sea Gentlemen Control - Puddle of Mudd Scary Love - Skye Sweetnam Loveyouhateyou - Sad Robot Untangle Me - Snow Ghosts A Little Taste - Skyler Stonestreet E.V.O.L - Marina and the Diamonds (You're the) Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley Shut Up & Kiss - Me Orianthi Cool for Chaos - Nostalghia Oyeme - Enrique Iglesias I Hate You - Sick Puppies GirlShapedLoveDrug - Gomez You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk - Pet Shop Boys Need You Like A Drug - Zeromancer Werewolf - Cat Power Bathwater - No Doubt Bad Dog - Neon Hitch Guns And Horses - Ellie Goulding Rev 22-20 - Puscifer Won't You Please Be Nice - Nellie McKay The Perfect Drug - Nine Inch Nails Until The Day I Die - Story of the Year Womanizer - Britney Spears Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations I Think I Love You David Cassidy Stalkers - Mindless Self Indulgence Kill Me Every Time - Blue Stahli Preface - FKA twigs Every You Every Me - Placebo Want - Disturbed Spit It Out - IAMX Destroy Me - Mr Kitty My Sweet Prince - Placebo Psycho - Imelda May Monster - Meg Myers Figured You Out - Nickelback Suffocated Love - Tricky Satisfy Me One More Time - Frank Sinatra This Love - Maroon 5 Miss Jackson (feat. Lolo) - Panic! At The Disco Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar Every Other Time Lyte - Funky Ones How Do You Love Someone - Ashley Tisdale Poison - Gin Wigmore Bitter and Sick - One Two The Outsider - Marina & the Diamonds True Love (feat Lily Rose Cooper) - Pink Bad Boy - Cascada Irresistible - Temposhark Painkiller - The Queenstons Born to Die / Russian Roulette - Amazinglyjon Like Sugar - Matchbox Twenty Mad About You - Hooverphonic Stupify - Disturbed Problems - Mother Mother What Is Love - Haddaway Animal - The Cab Marionette - Antonia I Hate You But I Love You - Russian Red Carve A Name - Mother Mother Criminal - Britney Spears Danger - Hilary Duff Fell in Love w/an Android - Simon Curtis Demon Lover - Róisín Murphy Always - Saliva Too Close - Alex Clare Little of Your Time - Maroon 5 Sex and Violence - Scissor Sisters Electric Storm - Delta Goodrem Black widow - Susanne Sundfør Dangerous Kind - Rasmus You've Really Got a Hold on Me - The Miracles Over and Over - Three Days Grace Devour - Marilyn Manson Nature of Inviting - IAMX The Odd Couple - Weezer Hurt Me Harder - Zolita Terrible Love - The National Mad Love - Jojo Boomerang - Reliant K Bad News - Sleeper Agent I Was An Island (EP Version) - Allison Weiss Rock Bottom - Hailee Steinfeld You’re the One That I Want - Lo Fang Poison - Rita Ora Kill For You - Skylar Grey ft Eminem Wouldn't Be Love - Ritual Hate Me - Nico Collins Irresistible - Fall Out Boy I Love You... I'll Kill You - Enigma

#enemies to lovers #fanmix #three days grace #simon curtis #love hate #Playlist

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justsomewhump · 4 years

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Tight Hold (1/4)

Every day, I stray further from god.

Aka shamelessly self-indulgent Krakillian non-con smut.

Note: This is very self-indulgent. I wrote it without any concern about structure or continuity, I just wrote what I wanted and went all out. If you do read it though, I hope you enjoy ;)

Also, kinda referencing my first Krakillian story, though you don’t need to know much from it other than that the Kraken and Killian have history together, which includes intercourse of both consensual and non-consensual nature. Though if you're into that stuff, hey, you should read that too ;)

Warnings: Graphic rape and non-consensual bestiality, tentacles, blood, a bit of vomit, mentions of other bodily fluids, near drownings, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

Word count: 3k (10k in total) AO3

Kraken-san couldn't hold himself any longer.

He'd thought his revenge on the human would've been enough. And in a way, it had been.

But now, he just wanted him. He just wanted to have him, and the thought of what the human had done to him before only fueled his desire.

So Kraken-san left his wet cave and went in search for his human.

It didn't take him long. Once again, the human was standing near the sea. So predictable.

Without wasting any more time, Kraken-san spread his tentacles and wrapped two around his human. The human tried to resist, to get away, but Kraken-san knew how strong his hold was.

Then a bright light appeared from the human's hand. Kraken-san looked; one of the human's rings was shining bright. Right then, a female human appeared, holding onto the tentacle that held the human. The female shrieked, then threw a blast of magic at Kraken-san.

Kraken-san yelled, but more in annoyance than pain. He was too strong for petty magic tricks. Grabbing the female with another tentacle, he threw her away, not caring where she landed. His human screamed, probably for her, and he was distracted long enough for Kraken-san to grab his hand and carefully, using his smallest, daintiest tentacles, to remove the human's rings from his fingers. Couldn't risk any of them having magic too, could he?

Kraken-san grabbed the human hard and submerged. He knew his human wouldn't make it long underwater, so Kraken-san rushed to his cave, letting his human out each few seconds to replenish his breath. Kraken-san swam fast, so soon enough they were in his cave. He placed the human on a small - for him, the human would have enough space - rock surface that was high enough to stay dry, even when tide was high.

All the while, the human thrashed and screamed. No matter. No-one would hear him now.

Kraken-san used his dainty tentacles again to remove the human's clothes - the bigger tentacles had to restrain him, he was that wildly trying to get away. He threw everything in the water, but he couldn't take that black thing with that hook attached off him, it seemed to be too tightly wound around the human's arm, and despite the pain Kraken-san intended to cause him, he didn't want to cause any permanent damage. Not so soon, at least.

He let the human go, and the human started moving his arm around, trying to slash him with his hook. Poor human. He had no idea what little damage that tiny prick would do to Kraken-san's thick skin. So he let him keep it for now, perhaps it would keep him quiet for a while.

Still, Kraken-san had to attend to his human's needs. He'd need sustenance, and water - that sweet water emerging from rivers. In his centuries he'd spent searching for him, he had learned a lot about the survival of humans. Kraken-san dipped his tentacles in the water, grabbed three fish and threw them in front of the human. The human curled in on himself, watching at the writhing fish in front of him as if he were scared of them.

Huh. For a creature with such a strong instinct for survival, he certainly didn't seem too happy to have one of his needs covered.

Satisfied with his human's conditions, Kraken-san left to get him sweet water. How would he carry it though? He needed something solid to carry it in.

He turned to the direction he'd taken his human from. The bottom of the sea there seemed full of useless things he'd never seen before, perhaps the humans had invented something that would help in that.

But first, he had to make sure no-one would take his human away.

When the kraken left, Killian finally allowed himself a shiver that rocked his entire body.

What had happened? What did it want with him? Was that the same kraken that... ?

No. He didn't have time to think about that. Killian threw one last look at the fish the kraken had discarded next to him - why, Killian had no idea - and dived in the water. The cave was a bit dark; there was an opening high above that allowed for some light to come in, but the waters were too dark for him to search for his clothes. What he really needed had been thrown away in the Storybrooke harbor, anyway. His only hope was finding someone and calling for help, but even without that, he wasn't simply going to stay in that cave.

He reached the end of it, where he'd seen the kraken submerge, and tried to look for any exit. There must have been one. The water was stark clear, enough for Killian to see the bottom, but it was too dark to make out any significant difference in the rock formation.

Deciding he'd rather die from drowning trying to get away, than from whatever the kraken had in mind for him, he took a deep breath and dived in.

Even after eight unsuccessful dives, Killian couldn't find any opening. He was tired, he couldn't hold his breath too long now. The water seemed too deep, too; even if he had the breath to find an opening, considering its possible depth, he might not have the time to get to the surface before he ran out.

He looked back at the rock surface he'd been placed upon. What other choices did he have?

Not many, was his last thought before he felt the waters move. Quicker than he had expected, the kraken was back. It turned to him, let out what Killian interpreted as a growl, then grabbed him and put him back on the rocks. By now Killian was too tired to fight back. He was surprised, however, to see the kraken move towards the high opening and reach out with its tentacles. It came back, apparently holding... two buckets? It placed them on the rock surface, close to Killian, and he couldn't help himself; he walked forward to see what it was in there.

He frowned when he realized it was just water. Plain water - why would the kraken bring them from above instead of under-

A shiver ran down Killian's spine at a thought, as he looked at the discarded fish as well. It couldn't be...

Not knowing exactly what to expect, Killian knelt and sniffed the water. A faint scent of mud seemed to come from it, but there was only one way for him to be sure. Shaking his hand to dry it from the sea water, he took a handful of water from the bucket. It had a light but miserable tint of brown.

Deciding that the day was already too crazy to handle, Killian sipped the water. He coughed, shock both from the dirty water and of the realization creeping in. Sure, it wasn’t too salty to drink. But was he expected to drink muddy water brought in in rusty old buckets?!

Yelling in anger, Killian pushed both buckets in the sea, then kicked the dead fish in as well.

The kraken seemed to be looking at him, but it was silent. A tentacle rose and struck him, knocking him to the side. Killian gasped as he raised himself on his elbows, shocked by the sudden attack. Two more tentacles appeared and dropped two new, fresh fish on the rock. Before they had time to suffocate, Killian kicked them in as well.

Was the kraken trying to provide... sustenance? Was it trying to keep him alive? What for?

The kraken stayed silent. It fished out the two buckets, threw one single fish on the rock, then left.

Killian shivered, sitting down, looking at the fish in front of him flop and flail, until it stopped moving too.

The kraken wanted to keep him fed and hydrated. In a poor way, but still. Killian looked around the cave. It might be the kraken's home, but it was in no way hospitable to a human. And the kraken knew that, and... Killian bit his lip, tasting the salt left on it, remembering of the time he had allowed the kraken to... do what it did; it had never brought him to such an uncomfortable for him place. Nor had it kept him truly a prisoner... not like that, anyway. And now it was trying to make sure he would survive?

Killian looked at the dead fish, and thought of how the water had tasted. He'd had a hard life, but he hadn't had to resort to eating raw fish and drinking muddy water. Not in centuries, anyway.

The kraken wanted him to survive.

But under such circumstances, how long was Killian going to?

It didn't take long for the kraken to come back. However, this time, it didn't seem to waste any time.

Killian first saw the surface of the water move; seconds after, the kraken emerged. It put the buckets down on the rock, then wrapped a big tentacle around Killian's torso, and one around each of his ankles, pulling his legs apart.

Killian groaned, writhing in the tight hold of the tentacles, but the kraken didn't wait. One smooth, thin tentacle slipped inside him. Killian's agonized cry echoed in the vast cave.

It kept him immobilized on the ground, keeping his legs apart as it violated him. Waves swayed the surface as the kraken moved and... moaned.

Killian managed to keep himself from screaming, though not from sobbing softly; besides the first penetration, the pain was... measurable. He kept his head down, feeling tears fall from his eyes to the cold, rough rock under him.

He thought of Emma. She had seen the kraken take him away. Though it had thrown her away with force, she seemed to have landed safely on the pier. She hadn't known of his past with it - despite all the secrets he had revealed to her, this one was not one he ever thought he'd have the courage to share - but she would be coming for him. But how long would it take her? The kraken had seemed to travel fast. They'd need a locator spell, with one of his belongings...

He closed his eyes. His rings. His wedding ring, and the one Emma had enchanted so he could call her whenever or wherever he needed her, sunk to the bottom of Storybrooke's harbor. Despite the tentacle that shook inside him, he could still feel the weight of those material losses.

A shaky sob escaped him. He had to get out.

That thought echoed in his head immediately, as the kraken let out a loud moan, and finally let him go. The hold had been useless anyway; he was in too much pain and shock, and was frankly too weak compared to the beast to actually do it any damage, or resist, or run away. Slowly, the kraken took its tentacle out of him. Killian whimpered in pain, trying to move his hand to assess the damage. Sure enough, his fingers came back bloody. He sighed shakily and turned to his side, facing the cave. The dead fish and the buckets were still there; the kraken seemed to be floating, calm, satisfied.

It wasn't going to leave, Killian realized with a shiver.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, suddenly aware of his brace. It was currently the only semblance of clothing he had, too tight wound around his arm for the kraken to bother taking off. He loathed to part with it, but he'd soon have to, to allow the scar tissue to breathe. Otherwise, he'd have to add gangrene to the pile of threats to his life.

Later, he thought, as he closed his eyes. He was so tired, but the cave was too cold and the kraken's presence there kept him too alert to allow him any sleep. Maybe if he showed it he was cooperating? But how? Eat the raw fish and drink the dirty water?

Another shiver ran down his spine as he thought how desperate he'd have to become for food and water to resort to consuming those... and how the kraken seemed prepared to wait until he reached that point.

Time seemed to pass. It had been early afternoon when he'd last been in Storybrooke, and as he dared open his eyes a little, he saw the sky getting darker. It would soon get even colder... was the kraken prepared for that?

Killian closed his eyes and tried to focus on calming thoughts. Emma, coming for him. Him waking up and realizing it was all just another nightmare. Yes, that helped. He would soon wake up in the comfort of his soft, warm bed, Emma's arm wrapping around him as she would whisper sweet words to help him go back to a calmer sleep.

His eyelids were still closed, but he could feel the light slowly fade away. Soon enough, his teeth started chattering. He chanced a look; all of his body hair were raised, shivers starting to spread through his body. He rubbed his only hand against his shoulder, feeling completely helpless.

A sudden move from the corner where the kraken was resting made him jolt. He gasped and moved back, standing up on shaky legs and limping to the rock wall of the cave. Too many tentacles emerged from the water, too many... Killian couldn't bite back a terrified sob, freezing against the wall as his legs finally gave up and he fell awkwardly to the ground.

One tentacle wrapped around his shins, locking them together. Another around his thighs. His hips, his waist, his chest, even bringing his arms close to be wrapped under it, against his chest. Killian started sobbing; it might as well squeeze the air out of him now.

Instead, the kraken spread one tentacle on the rock, then moved the rest to make him lie on his side, his head resting on the soft but firm tissue.

Killian looked at it, sobs still shaking his body and tears still falling from his eyes. The kraken simply seemed to be relaxing back on another rock, now closer to him.

The shock and fear disoriented him for a bit; he felt as if he'd pass out, but eventually he felt his body stop shaking - from the cold, at least. His teeth stopped chattering, and despite the pain those tentacles had caused him, they were kind of comfortable to lie on.

Yet another shaky sigh escaped him. It was keeping him warm?

Killian tried to swallow against the unexpected lump in his throat. It took him some long moments to finally breathe normally again, though deeper sobs came this time.

The kraken was... making him comfortable. After kidnapping him, hitting him, violating him, keeping him a prisoner, it was now holding him with what felt like a twisted, fucked-up version of intimacy. The hold was tight enough to keep him from slipping off, but relaxed enough for him to move his arms under him. The sobs felt to be scratching his already irritated throat as he brought his arms to cross over his chest again; he felt a tiny prick of fear at how hard his chest shook.

The kraken didn't seem to react to his outburst. Yet, its mere presence there terrified him even more; he just wanted to be alone, preferred to die of exposure that stay wrapped in the life-saving embrace of that despicable monster.

He pushed his arms against his chest, felt the prick of his hook against his skin, and reminded himself of one name: Emma.

She would be searching. She wouldn't give up. She would save him.

He had to stay alive.

He awoke in total darkness.

The very first indication that reminded him of his condition, the reality and not the nightmare he'd hoped against hope it would've been, was his aching throat.

The next was the feeling of being trapped. He wasn't suffocating, but he couldn't move, nor turn, anything. He felt frozen in place. He could still drag his arms across his chest, but they stayed stuck to his body, and he suddenly became aware of how stiff he felt.

He took in a shivering breath; for all its efforts, the kraken couldn't warm the air around the cave. It was still damp and cold, especially grating on his sore throat. His lower lip trembled. He was scared of waking the monster up, but if he didn't fall back asleep - he was still surprised he'd managed to the first time - what was he supposed to do?

If the violation, isolation, horrible conditions, possible starvation or dehydration weren't the things that would drive him crazy, the feeling of being trapped in the sleeping kraken's tentacles would. He still felt tired, and several parts of his body hurt, but as his eyes adjusted to the dark, the reflection of the moon from somewhere outside being the only, tiny source of light, he felt more and more vigilant of the kraken. He couldn't close his eyes. He was suddenly reminded of some horror movies he'd watched with Emma; it felt that, if he stopped looking at the monster for one single second, or if he allowed himself one single moment to relax in the dark, it would consume him.

He slowly became aware of his aching muscles, which protested against the confinement. He tried wiggling, regretting it immediately. His whole body seemed to respond to the movement, each separate muscle waking up and complaining after being immobile for who knew how long.

How long had it been? How long did he have until the sun rose... until the kraken woke up... until it violated him again?

A small sob escaped him, and with wide eyes he stared at the kraken, terrified that that small sound had woken it up.

It hadn't, but Killian could not allow himself any sigh of relief. He bit down on his lip, still tasting of salt, and brought his aching arms to push against his chest again. His heart was beating fast.

Killian stared. And stared. And stared.

Until he was certain the light shade on his view of the sky wasn't just in his imagination.

Note: The story is written to its end (I know, I’m shocked too), I plan on having posted the rest of the chapters by the end of next week.

If you enjoyed, I would appreciate a kudos and/or comment on AO3, it means a lot :)

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Ringed fingers clench tightly against his ship’s railing - what was once smooth and gleaming is now dark and splintered, slivers of wood that embed themselves in their captain’s palm. Such pain goes unnoticed - what is a simple prick when one’s kind is haunted by horrors that no pain can mimic or create? - and the pirate sighs, blue eyes studying the water beneath them, studying the dark waves that lap at swaying hull as if they were hounds licking at the blood from a man’s throat. The night is darker than usual - sun and mood hidden by the absence of their master, stars all but half veiled in the shadows that spawn them. Neverland is a tiring thing, an irksome prison - but never do the chains chafe as much as when the island lacks the boy’s presence.

A mermaid tail slaps against the water, breaking the pirate captain from his thoughts as blue eyes hold a steady graze over the lingering expanse of sea. Captain Hook is what the boy had named him, a moniker meant to twist and jest, a title which he instead has twisted and warped, wrapping it in violence until the very presence of it on a man’s tongue invokes vile threads of hatred. The creature that had so easily made herself known swims ever closer, voice rising in song along with her siren sisters - begging in their seductive way for the captain and his crew to join them, offering them an end to insurmountable torment. Most of those who are left have grown impervious to such charms, but still some stop and listen - hands stilling at whatever task that occupies him as if for a moment their owner is lost in a dream, lost in the memory of freedom and what the promise of it may yet mean.

“Captain - “ Starkey’s voice breaks into his mind, the ebb and flow of his first mate’s voice unwavering, loyalty as steady as the coming of the tide. He has whipped his men into dogs, but Starkey is the best of them, the one that he trusts - but even the most loyal of dogs can turn on the man who feeds it. “ - there’s no sign of him. It’s been - “ The man breaks off with a shake of his head, blue eyes so much like his own holding his captain’s gaze. Hook know what he’s referring to, aye - time is an impossible thing when Peter Pan has left his nest. Day fades into night, night fades into day - a dry, dead, useless thing that leaves a man to wonder if he is caught in the throes of death, fighting an end that he has no remembrance of.

Teeth rake over a bottom lip, tongue tasting the hint of rum as if by memory. How long has it been since he’s tasted the sweet burn sliding down his throat, since he’s felt the warmth of a real sun baring down on his shoulders. Weight shifts, black boots stepping over one another as he turns, ignoring the man beside him. There has be something he has missed, some lair laid out in front of him like a bloody obvious confrontation - so thoughts turn to the chart he has laid across his desk, each minute detail about the island drawn in a careful hand. His cabin is dark, quiet, a fortress of solitude in an otherwise impenetrable nightmare .. and Hook finds solace in the flickering flames of the candles throwing shadows across the wall. A figure catches him off guard, a form not unlike his own standing in the corner.

For a moment he imagines Pan, imagines a new form that has come to taunt him - but a breath leaves him in an exhale. The boy would not show himself in such a way on his return, not as a man - and the island easily gives up her secrets. Fingers stay resting on the hilt of his sword, words gruff with a tone that speaks of many things - determination, courage, fear of death. “I don’t suppose you’ve come on some errand of that mistress of yours...?” A growl leaves a torn and scarred throat, leaving no doubt as to what the infamous Captain Hook thinks of such a deal. “ Aye, she already made her point abundantly clear. If she seeks my help in something now, she must think me bloody daft.” Or worse, a coward.

Faeries are a species that the captain has quickly grown tired of - twists and turns in their line of thinking even more dangerous than the heart of a pirate, Too often he’s fallen into their traps, into their callous unthinking... desperate for help, desperate for revenge - but he refuses to be painted the fool once more. “Be gone, demon. I have no use of you here.”

@twistedwit (!!)

#twistedwit #i wrote four paragraphs of completely unneeded narration lmaoooo #a N Y WAYS #i wanted to get this out before i forgot my vibe for it #buuuuuuuut i hope this is okay #im going to tentatively place this in #v. neverland #v. a dark and sinister man #i honestly cant remember which one i use or i even changed it from the fancy tag back in the days of yore #which i really need to do #anyways i hope this is okay xoxo #but if we come up with a specific verse name for hook being in neverland and guy being an unseelie #we can like #plug it in here idk #just love me

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Honeymoon on the Waves pt. 2

(pt. 1 and 3 are linked bellow)

TV Show: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Emma Swan and Killian Jones with the appearance of Snow White, David Nolan, and Henry Mills.

pt. 2 Rating: pg-15

Disclaimer: Some minor language and non-graphic sex scenes, sex is implied after story is over. I don’t own these characters.

Setting: Takes place in Storybrooke and on the Jolly Roger in between seasons 6 and 7.

Note: ———— Indicates a change in point of view.

Carrying Emma’s bag over his shoulder, David asked, “So how long did you say that you two would be gone? Not too long, right?”

“David!” Snow swatted his shoulder, holding Neal in her other arm.

Emma laughed, wondering how her father could still be over protective of her even though she was married. Opening the trunk of the yellow bug, she responded, “Don’t worry Dad, we’ll only be gone for a couple of weeks.”

He slid the bag into her car and kissed her on the forehead.

Snow have her a hug, “Bye Emma, have a fun honeymoon.”

“Bye Mom, and bye Neal,” Emma kissed the top of her baby brothers head.

Just then Henry came down the steps carrying a bag over his shoulders, “Bye Mom. Have a good trip.”

She didn’t like leaving him, but she knew he would be safe with Regina. Kissing his forehead and tightly hugging him, Emma responded, “Bye kid. Have fun at Regina’s.”

“I will.”

The door to the house opened, and Killian walked out, the last bag slung over his shoulder. “Alright Swan. You ready?” He dropped the bag in the trunk, and Emma closed it.

“I believe I am, Captain.”

They hoped in the car and waved goodbye, driving off towards the beach.

Emma opened the car door and the sea breeze blew through her hair. Taking a deep breath, Killian said, “Ah, now that’s much better.”

Emma placed her palm on his chest, “I know, the sea will always be your home.”

Placing his good hand on top of hers, Killian responded, “My second home. You Swan will always be my first.” Smiling, Emma kissed him lightly on the lips.

Once they were on the Jolly Roger, Emma set down her luggage. The wind had picked up slightly and it sent a rush of excitement through her body. She looked up at Killian and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and seductively twisted his hair around her finger, “We may get alone time here in Storybrooke, but just us out on the sea for two weeks with no interruptions... .”

Killian’s heart rate rose at Emma’s touch, “Aye, it will be like something out of that fairytale book of yours.”

Emma raised her eyebrows, “Well... it won’t be quite like one of the stories in the book. I don’t think all that we will be doing would be considered appropriate for a fairytale book.”

His eyes closed automatically, clearly aroused by Emma‘s presence and her words, “We should probably set sail my love, before I take you on the deck right here and now.”

His words sent chills up and down her spine. Leaning close to his ear, Emma whispered, “And what’s so bad about that?” She wasn’t quite sure what had come over her. Killian was usually the one who shamelessly flirted with her in public.

Killian pulled away slowly so he was just out of reach of her lips, “We have all the time in the world to do that, and don’t get me wrong I want to do that my love. Let’s just get away from the docks first. Why don’t you carry our bags down to my cabin and I’ll get the ship ready to set sail?”

Emma turned to pick up the bags then looked back at Killian with a suggestive look in her eyes, “As you wish, Killian.”

Killian couldn’t stop the soft moan from escaping his lips, as Emma walked off towards his cabin. He started preparing the ship for sail quicker then he ever had in his life, and he had lived a long life.

Emma slipped into Killian’s cabin, dropping the bags on the floor. Killian’s bag made a bit of a clanking noise. Of course he had brought a bag filled with bottles of rum for their trip. She looked around the cabin for a moment. She hadn’t spent the night here in a while and felt excited to be spending a couple weeks alone with Killian on the ocean. She pulled out one of the rum bottles from Killian’s bag and made her way above deck once again. She watched Killian at the wheel, loving the way he looked at sea. Strong and confident and just a little bit dangerous. They had been very sweet and loving towards one another ever since their wedding, but Emma loved the intense aspect of their relationship as well. They had plenty of time to be romantic on their honeymoon, but at that moment, all Emma could think about was how badly she wanted him.

Uncorking the bottle, Emma took a swig of rum and walked towards Killian. Running her fingers along the ships rails, she looked back in the direction of Storybrooke. The town was already becoming smaller as they sailed out to sea.

Killian spotted Emma and curved his finger, beckoning her forwards, “Come here my love.”

Emma stepped closer to Killian. The bottle of rum hanging at her side. He raised his left eyebrow, “Found my rum did you?”

In response, Emma took another drink from the bottle.

“Hold the wheel for a moment will you?” Taking over the wheel, Emma handed Killian the bottle and he tilted his head back, taking a long swig. Emma longed to kiss him, to taste the rum and sea salt on his lips.

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Killian watched Emma handle the wheel of his ship, he loved the way she looked commanding it. He had spent most of his life on this ship. It was his whole world. Then he met Emma. His life had changed, and he wasn’t the same man he once was. Seeing Emma at his ship’s wheel reminded him that she was the reason he had stopped seeking revenge. She was his reason for living instead of just surviving. He ran his hook slowly down her arm, resting the curve of it on her hand. Emma turned her gaze from him to the horizon in front of them. Killian trailed his eyes over her body, longing to touch her.

His hook still on her hand, Killian used his good hand to move all of Emma’s hair to her left shoulder. Her coat covered her shoulder, but her neck was exposed. Killian brought his lips to her, kissing the soft spot on her neck. Her breathing changed from long even breaths to short rapid ones. Moving upwards, Killian nibbled on Emma’s ear. A low soft moan escaped Emma’s lips. She tried to keep her balance on the wheel. “Killian, I’m never going to be able to steer this ship while you’re making me feel this way.”

“Then put your magic to use Swan. I’m sure there is some enchantment you could use that will keep this vessel sailing while we are otherwise... occupied.” Killian ran his fingers up the back of her shirt and jacket, resting his hand on the small of her back.

Emma whispered softly, “You have a good point.” She raised her hand from the wheel, casting a spell to keep the ship protected and sailing by itself.

Moving his hand from her back to her stomach, Killian stretched his fingers over her soft skin. She moaned in response to his cold fingers on her hot skin. Her noises made Killian hungry with desire. The way that his wife vocalized her need for him was tantalizing. He attempted to dip his fingers bellow the waist line of her jeans, but she grabbed his hand. “Not just yet, Killian.” She spun to face him and kissed him slowly. She then proceeded to pull away and back slowly down the stairs. Killian followed, trying to make their lips connect, but she teasingly wouldn’t let him. He softly moaned in desperation. Emma reached out and gripped his collar, but applied pressure to his chest so that he couldn’t lean closer.

The wind picked up and the two were sprayed with sea water. To Killian it felt like time had slowed down, all of his senses heightened. The wind filled his ears so all he could hear was his heartbeat and Emma’s breathing. The comforting and familiar smell of rum and sea salt filled his nose. He watched the droplets of water roll down Emma’s cheek while some stuck to her lashes. He stopped stepping closer to her for a moment. A look of confusion came over Emma’s face.

“Is something wrong Killian?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head, “Nothings wrong my love. I... I’m just so unbelievably in love with you.”

Emma stared at him. The intense need for sexual gratification fell away for just a moment. Emma stepper closer to Killian. Placing her hand on his chest. She slowly closed the gap between them. Kissing him softly on the lips. At that connection, the feeling that everything was in slow motion fell away, as if their movements had suddenly sped up. He kissed her deeply and suddenly swept Emma off her feet. Holding her up by her ass, he carried her to his cabin. He brushed her bottom lip with his tounge, seeking entrance past her lips. She instantly parted her lips, letting his tounge collide with hers.

Killian knew the direction to his quarters, and soon Emma’s back was pressed firmly against the door. She grappled for the handle, unable to turn it with her back pressed to the door. Killian took his hook arm out from under Emma and used his hook to open the door, still holding Emma up with his good hand. They stumbled through the door, the wind slamming it behind them. Killian loved the feeling of Emma’s hands at the nape of his neck, strong yet delicate. He gripped her ass tightly which made her let out a low moan. He walked forward till he could set her on the table. Killian then proceeded to dip his head bellow her chin and kiss her neck softly at first. His soft kisses turned to passionate nips. He sucked at the soft spot on her neck, leaving a mark. It had plenty of time to heal. Trailing kissed down to her collar bone, Killian brought his good hand to her shoulders. He pushed her coat off and then popped each of her buttons open slowly. Her shirt hung open so that Killian had easier access to her breasts.

She was wearing the red lacy bra that Killian loved. He groaned at the sight of it, and Emma giggled in satisfaction. He kissed her cleavage lightly, then between her breasts, but didn’t remove her bra or shirt completely just yet. He kissed all the way down to her navel, brushing her waistline with his hook. This sent a shiver up Emma’s spine and she reached for Killian, desperate for more. Killian snapped open the button on Emma’s jeans with his hook. A hint of her matching red thong was visible which made another low groan emanate from his throat. He pulled her jeans down slowly just bellow her hips, kissing her body as he went. After the material completely fell off of her legs, Killian kissed her inner thighs slowly before returning to her lips. Emma whimpered at the moment of tease.

Killian hoisted her up, his hand back on her ass. He carried her to the bed, setting her down gently. Emma shrugged off her shirt the rest of the way and started working on the buttons on Killian’s shirt, his leather jacket already discarded on the walk to the bed. The shirt fell away and Emma reached for the button on his jeans, his bulge very apparent at this point. Killian caught her wrist with his hook, pulling her hand up above her head. Pinning her down, Hook whispered, “Not so quick Swan. I intend to tease you a bit longer my love.” He kissed the curve of her ear as he spoke.

“Damn it Killian. I swear...”

Killian ran his fingers over her breasts slowly, “Trust me love, it will be worth it.”

#captain swan #emma and killian #killian jones #once upon a time #ouat #killian hook #emma swan #ouat fanfic #ounce upon a time fanfiction #ouat fandom #ouat fanfiction #once upon a time fanfic #cs fanfic #cs fanfics #cs fic #Captain Hook #Captain swan fanfic #Captain swan fanfiction

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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The King of Hearts, pt. 12/finale

Summary: Desperate to find the truth about what happened to her husband and King, Queen Y/N starts to ask questions only to find not everyone is happy about it nor willing to help. Dissatisfied with the way things are, she finds it necessary to remind the army and all her subjects who is in charge. In order to find the love of her and retrieve his body, she calls to arms, more than ready to start a war if necessary and marches through the kingdom, toward the battlefield.

Warnings: ANGST, slight fluff and implied smut

Word count: 4.2k

a/n: Thank you for sticking with this story for so long and I hope you like the way this ends. It’s definitely one of my favorite ones.

The King Of Hearts - Series Masterlist (E.D. Royal AU)

The news passed through her like a hurricane, everything she and Ethan worked for becoming dust and ruins. She blinked fast a few times, feeling as if the soldier is distant and the voice which he used to proclaim her husband dead is a whisper of her worst nightmares. There was that moment of absolute peace as she awaited news, moment she was sure it would bring her happiness and not this. This devastating desolation that blew through her insides like the icy wind these lands haven't seen in years.

„How?“ She mutters through her teeth, her eyes open wide and focusing on the soldier's blood-stained face. Her fingers curl and form fists, nails piercing through the skin to cause a physical pain in order to ease the heartache threatening to drown her in sorrowful waves of grief and loss.

„I don't know, Your Majesty. The army is only hours behind me and they'll have a better answer for you. All I know is that we won.“ The soldier replies, but not to her satisfaction. He gulped when her eyes narrowed and the always kind looks she had for everyone turned into a stone cold glare that could hurt as well as a dagger.

They won? It didn’t feel like a victory. If the won, people would cheer and no head would be hung low as it is now. If they won, she wouldn’t be frozen in the last moment they shared when he mouthed an I love you before leaving her in this castle alone. She’d be smiling, not fighting tears.

„Have them wait for me when they arrive.“ She orders to everyone who had gathered in hopes of learning the news as well. Ethan was a well loved King among his people, she knew that, but seeing the entire castle staff surrounding her as she turned to walk inside had her insides turning. Her eyes pass over each of them, a sort of shame filling her. They were with him for those years she spent running from her feelings...so much time wasted. So much they could have had and now they never will.

The crowd parted like the red sea as she walked, each of them looking at their Queen with sympathy. She couldn't stand it. Instead of walking, she ran. She ran as fast as possible inside, feeling overwhelmed by anger and sadness that had blinded her. She ran all the way inside the throne room where her pain is most focused, stopping right between his and her throne and looking at the room entirely. It held memories of Jon's death, of her and Ethan's rift forming and of all the times she wished to stop loving him in fear of today happening.

Twice a widow at the age of twenty five, three times if she counts Jon, someone she would have married if they had luck on their side. It’s as if she’s a poison to anyone who dares to love her.

A scream erupts from deep inside her chest; raw and human like never before, rooted in complete and utter devastation. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold. It was the loudest most piercing scream her subjects had ever heard. It sounded like a scream of wild panic. A scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror. It echoed throughout the castle, the sound breaking through wall, heard on the outside as well and the sheer intensity of pain in it had left a mark on anyone who heard her screams.

Y/N's entire body shook and her body was ready to give up and follow Ethan into nothingness. In her mind she's been left with nothing, like she is nothing without him. She can almost hear him argue with her on it, stating all the reasons why he loves her that have nothing to do with him at all and it brings her to tears instantly.

„My dear, the army is approaching.“ The Queen Mother speaks and Y/N turns to her with glossy eyes and blotchy cheeks.

How can she take all that she lost with such poise? Y/N thinks bitterly.

„I can't handle this. I can't.“ Y/N croaks, falling to her knees and hands. Lisa rushes toward her, taking her face in her hands. Wiping away the young girl's tears, she smiles softly despite the loss she too has suffered.

„You're a Queen and Queens don't fall to their knees for anyone. Get up and be a Queen. Be as strong as Ethan thought you are. Be that force of nature I met with disdain but grew to love. You’re not just a Queen, but a warrior. Don’t let anyone think differently now.“ Her voice is sweet and uplifting, but her words feel like knives to Y/N's heart.

„I'm no longer the Queen.“ Y/N reminds her, placing her hands on Lisa's shoulders for proper anchoring before standing and wiping her own tears away.

„My son sent a rider ahead with this scroll. This very scroll that you need to read.“ She tells her and Y/N frowns, her eyebrows furrowing together as she licks her lips clean, the salty taste of her tears reminding her of the reason why she's crying a river of tears in the first place.

„Unless it's him telling me he's well, I do not care.“ Y/N brushed Lisa off, trying to compose herself enough to face the army and to face his lifeless body. She felt her blood turn cold and her mind calming with it, almost like her heart froze and her insides turned numb.

„It's him telling you I love you and I trust you in the most ostentatious of ways....He gave you the crown matrimonial.“

***

„Where's the King.“ Y/N's voice is clear and loud, despite her previous state only minutes ago.

The Lord Commander approaches, his eyes boring into hers, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. It’s almost smug, the look on his face unwavering and no traces of sadness of his King’s death are visible.

„The King is dead, my Queen.“ He repeats the soldier's words, only pushing her anger to the surface

„I have been informed. I want to know how and when and where his body is. Why don't I see him?!“ Her voice grows louder and louder as her anger spreads, igniting her fierce heart once more. Another thing Ethan loved about her; her fierce heart.

„We saw him fall after a French soldier ran him through. He never got up.“ The answer left her forehead wrinkling and her left eye twitching.

Wrath – it's no longer anger, but wrath.

„And you didn't see fit to find him and make sure he is truly dead? You didn't see fit to bring his body back home for a proper burial?!“

„They burned bodies.“ He shrugs so carelessly that a cold chuckle escapes her, rather loudly as well. The fire inside her is now ice and the ice she has to offer is far worse than the burning rage.

„You're telling me you abandoned your King and left him to die or you left him to be burned to death on the battlefield? And you're telling me you didn't find his body? Did you even look for it? Because if you had, you would have found him. His crown...his sword...his ring, those are all the ways you could identify him.“ The calm before the storm, it's how she looked like. The eerie calm of her sharp tone had chilled the soldiers to the bone, but not the Lord Commander. No, he had anger of his own.

„It's done now.“ He snarled and she bit her lip before allowing herself to regain her regal stance. She could taste blood on her tongue, her teeth ripped through the soft skin on her bottom lip and it spilled both in and out her mouth.

„That's not the answer. You will answer my questions. I am Queen and I command you“, she begins, but Lord Commander grew impatient, already cutting her off and using an aggressive tone with a very disrespectful string of words.

„YOU COMMAND NOTHING! Without the King you're just a common whore.“ He leaned down enough to get in Y/N's face and she could finally see him for who he is. They all could. Should the King fall, the kingdom is left to the Lord Commander until the next in line takes over or sets a regent and Grayson would most likely appoint him as such....or so he hoped.

Unfortunately for him, Y/N isn't the kind of a woman he can scare into submission. Without her rage he'd treat her as the carpet on which he walks. With her rage she is trouble best ignored, left alone until signs of submissive behavior are offered. Should she demand acknowledgment of her pain she can expect his counter-rage - the scorn of last resort to put her back into her box. She read him as an open book even before he spoke. She knew to push his buttons would mean he'd reveal his true intentions.

„Do not test my patience and do not tempt my fury, for today I am King and I will punish those who defy me.“ She spat, getting into his face as well before turning to the men.

„Take the Lord Commander to the dungeons and then rest till morning. This is an official call to arms and we will march to the battlefield to find your King and bring his body home.“ And in that moment love left her body forever. Without it all she can focus on is revenge. She wants them dead, all of them, every last one. And if she needs to start a war to make sure the man who ran her husband through is found and killed, she will.

***

Y/N sat at her throne, staring at Ethan's in thought the entire night. Knowing he singed the crown matrimonial despite her never asking for it confused her. No one simply singed such a document as it meant the line of succession and dynasty would change. It was outrageous on his behalf, but the most honest way to show how deep his affection runs for her. It means he took care of her even after his death.

Y/N didn't sleep that night at all, staring at his throne and imagining he's still there. That smirk he always had that made her believe he's the most arrogant man she's ever met, the way he'd cock his eyebrow knowing well it made her heart skip a beat without her ever confessing it or perhaps the way he'd look at her like she's the Sun and he was unworthy of her in some way...it all came to her.

She could hear the people walking and whispering how the Queen lost her mind and how sanity left her and she smiled, knowing they weren't far from truth. She wasn't the same anymore, not without him. He made up a whole lot of pieces of her heart and now it was missing. Her body lost its strength. Her mind shattered and the rest of her followed suit. Without the hatred she'd die, there isn't any part of her that feels anything else. Without it she'd be nothing, feel nothing, so why eat? Why sleep? Why continue to breathe? But she has the hate, the fuel that keeps her heart pumping and brain ticking.

Revenge is coming. It's coming real soon.

***

On her horse, she lead the army back where they came from. Her resolution is admired and feared among the soldiers, mostly among her knights. Some of them remembered her fight with Ser Roderic and the way she sneaked inside the castle during the siege that took their former King's life and they were ready to follow her in the pits of hell if necessary. But those same men remembered her kindness and mercy, the same qualities that have left her now. She was a hollow Queen and there isn't a more dangerous quality to have than that.

„We're close.“ Ser Jorah informs her and she nods, feeling a pungent smell of burning flesh in the air. She had never been on a battlefield before nor seen the aftermath, but she was determined not to look weak. She raised her head high and tapped the hilt of her father's sword once to make sure it's in place should she need it.

She's been riding with a silent oath repeating in her mind:

I will find him or burn both kingdoms to the ground, for without him I have nothing. Without him, my heart and soul are just an empty, bitter void filled with endless darkness no one can touch and survive.

And she meant every word.

The battlefield came to view and she had to stop herself from grimacing. A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed thickly, her mouth dry and her eyelids refusing to close and allow her to blink. The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Their corpses lay among the buttercups and forget-me-nots. The sun still shone and the wind still blew, but somewhere mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters waited in vain. These men that were once boys who played in the yard with sticks and laughed were now meat for the birds.Their eyes were as immobile as their limbs. Their souls had long departed to the celestial planes to walk with the ancestors and all she could think is about Ethan.

Where is he? Had he left too? Was he watching over her with their fathers and was he proud?

„Find your King. The bodies aren't burnt as Lord Commander claimed, so it should be easier. After, make sure these men have a proper burial.“ She orders and the soldiers comply silently.

„I don't want to seem disrespectful Your Majesty, but you need rest. I suggest you remain here while we search.“ Ser Jorah offers and for a moment a flicker of pain and gratitude reflect in her eyes.

„Thank you, Ser Jorah, but I will take a few knights and search the woods around here. I can rest when we return.“ She gives him a small smile before picking a handful of knights to follow her into the surrounding woods. She just couldn't handle being on the field, knowing the body she worshiped and loved had laid among them.

Her mind went back to the time they did have together: all those roses he sent her, the sweet smiles, dancing, riding together, him chasing her through the wilderness, stolen glances and the way his hand held hers gently, but firmly all along. She remembered his voice that calmed any storm her mind would make up and the way he'd run a hand down her back at night when she asked him to stay. She remembered all the hushed I love you's, their fingers intertwining as her thrusted inside her while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She couldn't forget his quiet snores, nor the heavy arm he'd drape around her form that brought her a sense of safety she never knew could exist.

„FIND THE QUEEN!“

She heard the knights yell and her first instinct is to draw her sword and look around for danger. Her eyes move left to right in order to identify what she might be facing only to find Ser Jorah rushing toward her.

„Follow me, Your Majesty!“ He waves her over and she lets out a small sigh before doing so, knowing they must have found him.

She didn't feel ready to face his lifeless body that once had so much love for her. How could she look at him and not have him look back at her? How could she handle seeing a blank stare instead of the warmth his eyes usually held? His skin would be pale and cold, coated in bruises and blood of his enemies. He'd be as hollow as she is now and there wasn't any part of her that believed she'd see him as such and survive.

Death by a broken heart. It suited her. He was the king of her heart and she was the queen of his and it would be natural that one dies and the other follows.

In a short while, she found the knights gathered and her eyebrows furrowed, a pained grimace taking over her features as she dismounted and approached them. The men moved to let her pass and she felt her chest shake under the immense pressure her still beating heart forcing blood in the bloodstream.

Once Ser Jorah moved as well, her knees buckle and she falls to the damp forest ground. She stares ahead with her eyes wide and unmoving, tears filling and her vision blurring. For perhaps a split second her grief was suspended, the surprise protecting her until it shattered like glass. I guess you could call it shock, but to her it's an inability to compute

„Told you I'd come back to you.“

His voice seems to unfreeze her, his hand taking hers bringing her back to reality.

„You never break your promises.“ She whispered, her tears spilling over as she takes him in.

Ethan's perched against a large rock, his armor damaged and a large velvet colored pool of blood on his abdomen. He's drained of color and his hand is clammy, lips chapped and eyes tired. His hair is mattered with dirt and blood, but he's alive.

„Well once, but it was for a good reason.“ He reminds her of his decision to stop her execution all those years ago and she shakes her head, a smile coating her lips before she lunged forward and kissed his lips. She didn't care how dry they are or how his breath smelled, only that she felt him under her fingertips.

„You need medical attention. Let's go home.“ She snaps her fingers and soldiers surround them, lifting Ethan.

„You got my army to listen to you better than they listen to me. I'm jealous.“ Ethan jokes, groaning in pain and panting as they move him.

Y/N holds his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze before they set him on a horse.

„Hold on, okay? I still need you. I still want you.“ She tells him and the honesty in her voice shakes him up, forcing him to keep his eyes open and fight to stay awake for her. She could tell he was barely holding on, but he didn't want her to worry.

Ethan could tell his Queen is in ruins. He knew her well. He knew the dark circles beneath her lovely eyes meant she barely slept at all since he left, that her lips had small wounds on them from biting on them, that her pale complexion meant she hadn't eaten...she was more dead than alive, worse off than he is and he's been injured. He wouldn't worry her any further and if staying awake and joking while pretending he's not in any pain is the way to keep her going, than he'd do it.

For her.

Anything for her.

„I believe I promised to be around to bother you for a long time as well.“

***

Somewhere close to the castle, Ethan had lost consciousness. The moment they returned, physicians took over and Y/N helped them to the best of her knowledge. She worked with them without showing any signs of distress, letting her instincts and mind take over instead of heart. She studied with great physicians during her time away and she would not let it go to waste.

After several hours, they managed Ethan's injuries and cleaned him, letting him sleep and regain strength naturally. Y/N laid next to him, afraid to even touch him. She feared hurting him any further.

She woke to Ethan already awake and watching her. Before she can draw in the air her body needs she melts into his form. She can feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around her back, drawing her in closer. She can feel her body shake, crying for the missed time they will never make back and for the darkest of hours she spent thinking he was gone forever, taken from her, crying to release the tension of these five long years. He pulls his head back and wipes the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than her heart can hold. He is eating her with his eyes, running his hand through her hair.

„Don't cry my valiant rose. I'm here. I'm with you. Always with you.“ He whispers into her hair, kissing her forehead gently. He let her cry her heart out, sob into his chest until she had no tears left to cry and quiet sniffles filled the room. He let her cry until she exhausted herself and his heart felt strangled by pain he brought her. They fell asleep again, holding each other for dear life.

***

The King and Queen soon discovered the truth of their Lord Commander and his plot to save the French Queen. Ethan telling her he’s the one who wounded him had left Y/N resolute. He was tried and executed for treason before the King recuperated and was well enough to resume his duties. Y/N had no mercy for the man and she made sure to make an example out of him. The Queen managed the court until he was prepared to join her.

„I'm ready! I'll lose my mind if I stay in bed one more day.“ Ethan complained, fighting his wife's attempts to keep him in.

She smirks, raising an eyebrow before straddling him. Her palms over his chest, hair falling forward, she leans down and peck his lips.

„How about you stay in today and I'll make it worth you a while?“ She winks and Ethan's will crumbles. Instead of fighting her on it, he allowed her to make his mind hazy and body praying for more. He found himself addicted to her and addicted to all she is.

„In the darkness our cuddles are feel like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. I wish I could extend the night just so I could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace.“ Ethan pecks her shoulder, trailing kisses to her neck and she smiles widely, finally content and happy.

„When did you become such a poet?“ She teases, lifting her chin to allow him access to her sweet spot, his hand gripping her thigh firmly in response.

„When I fell in love with you.“ He says between kisses, eliciting a moan from his Queen and it makes him smirk as well.

„I have something to tell you.“ She pushes herself away from him slightly, wanting to be face to face when she delivers her news.

Ethan frowns, worried there's more trouble brewing. He feels her fingers grazing the still angry scar left on his left side, tracing it like she's still unable to comprehend what happened to him. He knew she's still cross with France and she still seeks revenge, but he knew her wisdom and she wouldn't do anything rash now.

„Whatever it is, I can handle it, love.“ He pecks her nose once more for good measure, allowing her to speak.

„I'm with child. The physicians confirmed today.“ The words barely left her lips when Ethan flipped them over, hovering over her body before peppering her face with kisses, then her neck and chest before kissing her belly.

„I think there's already a little bump.“ He says excitedly, tracing his fingers across her abdomen to determine if he's right.

„I know!“ She squeals, her hands cupping his face and gently moving him to look at her.

„You have no idea how happy you just made me!“ Ethan's voice cracks and Y/N laughs, letting him settle back by her side, his hand on her lower abdomen remaining.

„I'm the happy one. I'm glad you never gave up on me...and I'm glad you have meddling sibling who never gave up on their intent to find something worthy that would force me to come back to deliver the news personally.“ She rambles, remembering Grayson and Cameron fondly. Both of them are to visit soon and Ethan is ecstatic about it.

„I could never give up on you. Without you, I'm hollow. With you, I'm unstoppable.“ He rests his head on her chest. He listens to the sound of her beating heart, letting it lull him to sleep.

„Sleep, my King. My love, my heart, my sun and my moon.“ She whispers softly, falling asleep in her bliss.

Blessed with four children, the King and Queen lived a happy life together and their kingdom lived in a golden age many would remember for centuries to come. The King of Hearts and The Valiant Rose remained in the hearts and minds of history, a mark no time could erase.

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funscarylaudna · 5 years

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She's weird.

That's the first thing Kaliel notices about the hunter she finds deep into the forest, on her way to one of the rivers of the region to fill her waterskins for her journey. The wood elf is huge, all muscles and pelts and gruff, and a natural disaster when it comes to talking and... Pretty. So pretty Kaliel thinks about her when she leaves and then when she comes back the next day to the same spot, only to find Elora there again.

Both of them are in need of someone to look after their backs and to survive the rapidly coming winter together, so traveling together for a while looks like a fairly easy commitment to make. They're both hermits, different from most people they've met in their lives, socially awkward as fuck and meant to be in the wild.

But Kaliel is a child of the sea and Elora is a child of the earth.

And somehow... Somehow, they fit together perfectly in their little world.

---

She's weird.

Kaliel thinks as they fight a group of owlbears together, one of the creatures ripping a chunk of her shirt with its enormous claws, barely missing olive skin, and Kaliel is forced to tear her gaze away from the... Well, that could only be described as a performance, that is happening right next to her to focus on the animal that is trying to kill her.

Elora is fast, precise, almost too elegant for a reckless, enraged barbarian. Or maybe it's the way her body moves, her muscles straining, the sweat dripping down her forehead and forming on her collarbone, the way her eyes seem so focused on the enemies - not only because she wants to survive the vicious attack, but because she wants to prevent Kaliel from getting hurt. With each movement, the fighter and the barbarian protect each other, moving like a well-oiled machine, two partners in a dangerous dance, one moment back to back, the other flanking the enemies.

It's hard for Kaliel to keep hitting the owlbears and dodging the attacks when she wants to keep looking at the elf fighting in all her glory, but she manages to get a few good licks in. The thought that, if I die here, at least I'll have a really good last sight, crosses her mind for just a second before she's surging forward again, sword in hand and a small, cocky smile on her lips.

They're patching each other up moments later, Kaliel's skilled fingers making sure no bruise or scratch will be forgotten as she applies a medicinal ointment she keeps in her backpack for emergencies. She is a water genasi first and a fierce fighter second and as so, she's used to also using her water abilities to clean wounds before patching them up. However, she's extra careful when she touches Elora's body, her cheeks heating up with the smallest brush of her fingertips against the barbarian's skin. Thank goodness for her brown complexion, save for the blue lightning-like marks slowly spreading over her face, neck, back and arms, or the other girl would notice how weirdly her body acts when she's around her and that would make everything even more awkward between them.

Kaliel asks about her scars, about the burnt crest of her clan between her shoulder blades, about her past life and her goals for the future. She talks about herself too, talks about her dad and her best friend and her captain and the pirates she met and the creatures she killed and the people she fought and the girls she slept with that are now stars carved into her wooden shield. Kaliel overshares and complains and doesn't even feel the need to hold back her tears, acting as if Elora is an old friend she hasn't seen in ages, someone she can trust to shoulder all her pain, her anger, her guilt.

Maybe she's just tired of keeping everything inside, maybe she's just shaken by the near-death experience with the owlbears, but the words pour out of her mouth with ease, much to Kaliel's surprise when she thinks about it later, and she feels much lighter when they finish chatting. With only the fire crackling and a comfortable silence between them as they watch out for more dangerous creatures, the genasi regards Elora. She still is all muscles, pelts and gruff, but there's also a warm affection dancing in her eyes that could never go unnoticed.

Kaliel hugs Elora goodnight a few hours later - an impulse she overthinks for days after - but spends the whole night staring at the stars, unable to sleep but incredibly glad to be alive for the first time in months.

----

She's weird.

Kaliel thinks when she finds herself entangled in a mess of limbs, her heart hammering against her chest as she breathes in Elora's earthy smell and tastes her salty skin, her lips trailing a heated path down her body, their clothes and armor nowhere to be seen. She doesn't even care that its snowing outside their tent, not when the nature itself is urging her to get even closer to the barbarian, making it almost impossible to let her go.

She thinks it's kinda funny that Elora has a name that sounds so close to the Goddess her father taught her to pray to every night - Melora, the Wild Mother - but it's only fitting that Kaliel is doing her own special kind of worshipping to the wild elven lady. So she praises her, chants her name in a sweet melody, acutely aware of every reaction that comes from her companion - partner, not lover, friend, not lover, companion ally teammate friend partner, never lover -, the canting of her hips and goosebumps rising in her scarred flesh. Its all hers and because of her and Kaliel can't help but feel a hint of pride and possessiveness.

Between moans and panting and gasping, the genasi can't stop herself from smiling and laughing and giggling like she hasn't done for a while and maybe, just maybe, what they are doing is truly divine. And even if it's just for warmth, just for fun, just for healing, she still learns one thing or two with Elora as they move in tandem, like puzzle pieces from different sets that somehow fit loosely together.

It's a mess of sweaty bodies, heavy breathing, bruised skins and racing heartbeats, but Kaliel has never felt so close to home since the tragedy. As she drifts off to the land of the dreams with Elora's arm holding her by the waist protectively, she feels as safe as when her dad held her during a particularly bad storm, Elora's soft breathing against her ear lulling the genasi to sleep just like the ocean waves crashing against the hull of the Lady Sapphire did every night when she was younger.

She allows her heart only a short moment of vulnerability and softness as she turns to face the already sleeping barbarian, pressing her lips against the scar on her eyebrow, then another right over the scar on her lips. Gentle and loving, just a silent 'thank you' for the experience and for reminding her of some very important things.

The next morning, Elora has a star carved into the wood of Kaliel's shield in her honor, right on the head of the green kraken that her dad swore would scare off even the most cruel of the enemies.

Its the third star so far, but unique in its own way and always - always - within the genasi's reach.

---

She's weird.

Kaliel still thinks Elora is weird as she stands on her tiptoes, a swift hand pushing a stray lock of reddish-brown hair behind the wood elf's pointy ear to see her face better, to regard her and burn her image on her oh-so-forgetful brain, blue eyes moving slightly from her eyebrow scar to her nose and then to her mouth. Still on her tiptoes, she moves closer to brush her own cold lips against Elora's, capturing the plump bottom lip for a second only to release it and finally kiss her properly, relishing into the warmth of her mouth. Weirdly, it didn't taste like the heartfelt goodbye that it was.

Elora wasn't meant to be confined in a city and Kaliel had to follow what Melora showed her in her dreams the previous night to finally find peace. She still feels sad, angry, guilty, and Elora would never be able to pull her away from these feelings on her own. She never expected her to, though, not when she knew they weren't meant to be together for more than a few months, not forever, never forever, not when the spring was already coming fast, thawing all the ice and snow on it's way and bringing the forest to life once again.

Elora belonged to the woods, to the earth, not to Kaliel and her uncertain future, no matter how much her selfish heart wanted her to grab her hand and bring her along. She would never forgive herself if she asked Elora to come with her but she has never been good with goodbyes either.

Still, Kaliel is glad it happened. She's so glad she met this weird elf girl, her heart doesn't feel heavy as she leaves her. Its lighter than it has been in months.

"May we meet again." Kaliel mumbled right before leaving without ever looking back, pressing her forehead against Elora's, silently praying to the Wild Mother to keep the barbarian safe until them.

The goddess never replied to her prayers regarding the wood elf, but Elora never looked like someone who needed divine protection anyway.

---

She's weird.

Kaliel notices the owlbear claw inside her backpack months later and thousands of miles away. She has a group now and a mission that has nothing to do with her revenge, but it's not enough. She misses her family, her dad, her best friend, her captain, the safety of arms around her as she drifts off to sleep. She misses having someone reminding her that she's not a monster - an aberration, like that asshole once said - just by being there. She misses being able to trust in someone with her life. She misses the quiet of the forest, the comfortable silence between her and her only companion. She misses home and the feeling of home.

Her slender fingers grab the owlbear claw and hold it inside a closed fist, close to her heart. She has her feet dipped into the sea water that washes over the main pier of Servin, the same way they were in the river when she met Elora years ago. The waves come and go in a neverending movement, just like the night wind blowing her dark blue hair and making tangles that she wish someone else would brush away with her fingers later. The blue lightning-like marks on her face don't itch anymore, but she knows they have spread once again, casting a faint glow. Not that she has the strength to care.

It is bittersweet that her body isn't the same as it was when Elora touched her during that harsh winter nights and Kaliel also doesn't feel like the same person inside too. But she remembers the forest and the river and the fight and the snow and the tent and the kiss and the warmth.

Kaliel is angry, sad and guilty still. But she's hopeful too, at least for now.

That was not a farewell, the water genasi is sure as she smiles at the starry skies, comforted by the thought that, no matter how far she is, Elora is under them too. She's thankful for that weird elf girl that showed up in her life out of nowhere and that she still remembers with fondness.

She'll keep fighting to be alive tomorrow and the day after, despite the pain, the guilt, the anger, the heartbreak. She gotta be alive to see that weird girl once again one day and tell her all about her adventures.

She can't wait to hear about hers too.

#clara plays dnd #apogaylipse #my english is bad and i feel bad but holy shit do i love kalora #kalora

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war-priest · 5 years

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William Lundi. Prince of The Hidden Kindom.

Summery:

William Lundi is an atlas graduate and head of the War Priest order that protects the small settlements of remnant. He is a major ditz and always forgets to do something simple. He loves adorable and cute things and will stop and stare at something cute whether it be a human or not. He is the prince of the last nomad clan. After he lost his sister at age 6 and was saved by team STQR. He asked them to train him to fight in each of their techniques and by the time he was 17 the he became a Priest of War.

General information:

{Before the fall of Beacon he lives in Vale. After the fall he lives aboard his ship Queen Rose’s Revenge.}

Age: (depending on the timeline of rp)

Height: 6'4"

Sexuality: bisexual but prefers feminine boys when it comes to males

Armour:

Semblance: power thief. Can take and use the powers of enemies he has beaten. When he kills an enemy he captures their soul so he may use their power for themselves.

Semblance Aura consumption: 1 stolen soul= 50% arua consumption. 2 stolen souls= 100% aura consumption and and complete removal of defensive aura and must wait for it to return to use another stolen semblance. (Hence the full suit of armor)

Weakness: Anger issues. His anger issues caused him to become irrational and rage blind when angered about something he deeply cares about. Such as children or someone he loves.

Weapon:

Weapon name: Mors ferru

Strength: Can control 2 stolen powers at once (doing so removes his defensive aura hence his full body armor)

William’s life

William had stabbed the Grimm in the eye with the crown sword making him lose interest. Their father watched this and left his children to die. Before his sister passed away she gifted William with her soul so that he wouldn't die as well. At the same Qrow had wandered off from his team and stumbles upon a dying William holding his dead sister sister with his remaining arm. Qrow immediately picked him up and ran him to the nearest hospital with what little energy he had let he fought like hell to go back to his sister body refusing to let the Grimm have her. Qrow took him back to the academy and sent Raven to retrieve Williams sister. Qrow asked a favor of Ozpin to get William into an Atlas hospital and have his arm leg and foot replaced. Well Ozpin did more than that. He and Glynda adopted William so he would have a family to go home to.

While in the hospital William met a woman who had a daughter with cancer. He started to visit the girl every day to keep her company during her treatments. One day after months of keeping her company William saw her mother leaving the girls room crying. He asked her what was wrong and she explained that her daughter was not going to live much longer. While the mother was talking he notices that she was holding a young baby in her arm. William grew angry that fate made this happen to a sweet girl. That night William rolled out of his bed and crawled into the girl’s room and disconnected her treatment before using his semblance to take the illness upon himself. The next day the doctor checked the girl and called it a miracle of God that the cancer was completely gone without a single trace of her every being plagued the rapid disease. That little girl was Winter. Her mother knew what William did and paid for everything for him. Even making her husband reserve a spot in the academy for him.

William at age 13:

When William returned to Vale he asked team STQR to train him I each of their fighting styles. He trained with them until he was 17. While he wasn’t able to attend signal because of his young age he went to patch with summer Raven and Tai and continued his training. while there he grew up with yang (who was six years younger than him) and ruby.

Once he graduated from Signal he applied to the Atlas Academy. He was immediately accepted because of what he had done in the hospital for Winter when he was 6 years old. On his first mission his team was captured and he was forced to watch as his teammates were tortured to death in front of him. Each time one of his teammates died he used his semblance to collect their soul so he would never forget what happened. After he escaped and returned to atlas he accelerated through his classes becoming first person to graduate from atlas in under two years. People said he did the work of 4 people by himself but the entire time he had his teammates there with him helping him graduate so he could find the people who killed them and and avenge them.

After graduating he claimed the throne from his father after killing him in a royal duel. He then reformed The Priests of War. An organization that was created by his clan to protect small settlements of Remnant from all dangers of the world. His people happily accepted him as their new king and many studied under him to become Priests of War. And to this day the Priests of War are considered the deadliest warriors in all of remnant. Every single one of them can take down a Perfect Manticore single-handedly.

William was the prince of a nomad clan of warriors that left the surface of remnant and hid below the waves of the sea and away from the reach of the Four Kingdoms. When William was six he and his twin sister were in forever fall, while their father was at a meeting with the leader of the white fang (before Sienna Khan took over), playing in a waterfall when a Perfect Manticore attacked them killing his sister and taking williams left arm and leg and his right foot.

Queen Rose’s Revenge

As a way to get around remnant faster with more protection than a basic airship William built his own and named it, Queen Rose’s Revenge, after his Departed teacher (who he believes is still alive).

He soon decided to charter his ship out to companies for the right price. After nearly 200 successful voyages without loss or damage of cargo, wealthy companies began paying high dollar for passage to and from locations all over remnant. Eventually William was able to upgrade his ship with 4 luxurious rooms and dinning room, to suit the expensive tastes of his valuable cargo, take on more VIP passengers. he was also able to expand his fleet and now has command of 105 battle ready airships, all of which are designed after the Queen Rose’s Revenge.

William amassed the largest number of War priest ever recorded in his Clans history. By the end of his first year raining as king he had 1 million Priest of War under his command. To this day the number continues growing. He has still yet to let his clans existence be known to the world and only a select few people know of its location under the seas and how to get to it’s settlement above the skies. One of those people is Roman Torchwick. Roman is a dear friend of Williams and a business partner since most of the tech to make advance his people cities was controlled by atlas and Roman stole it for William.

(all pictures with RWBY Amino on the bottom come from my Amino Account)

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WHEN: October 12th, 2:39AM WHERE: Matthias’s apartment WHO: Self-para

The storm was in its final stages, though no restless soul in Verona would know that until the next day hit. It poured from the heavens, still, giving its all like a runner in their final stretch, sprinting towards the finish line before they ran out of steam completely, using every last drop of energy, creating every last drop of sweat. Drops of rain slammed against his windows, a beast tapping on the glass begging to be let in, the wooden frame that held the glass in place creaking in resistance. Below, water churned, as if he slept above the ocean, water crashing into one building before it flowed down the street towards the next, waves churning, growing angrier and angrier as they could not find the shore to peacefully fade out upon. The wind echoed the anger of the sparking seas below, whistling a horrific scream as it shot through alleyways, warning Verona: this is your reckoning. Judgment day is here. With the message it delivered the vapors from the water down below, carrying the humidity up and up and up, through the ducts and vents even as Matthias thought his apartment was too high up to succumb to the elements.

There was no mistaking nature demanding she be heard on this night, and Matthias certainly heard her, and no amount of force on the pillow shoved atop his head would drown her out.

He would sooner drown.

It was impossible to sleep when the world outside sounded like its own nightmare, no matter how heavy Matthias’s eyes drooped with the desire to close and how his mind yearned to shut off even for a few hours. With the elements warring outside his balcony with a fury that could only be housed in ever-dueling Verona, his body refused sleep, ready for war, itself. A frustrated groan vibrated from the back of his throat as he tossed to lay on his other side yet again, unsure of how many times he’d moved to the other side. He figured he was destined to spend the night like this, back and forth, back and forth, a pendulum of restlessness, a rocking horse of absent dreams. Matthias tried almost desperately to close his eyes the second the wind grew quiet for even the briefest of moments, hoping it would put him to sleep before the wind realized he was about to drift off and started up again, its sole desire tonight to keep his eyes open.

He had approximately three seconds of peace before the wind shrieked again and the water’s sloshing in the streets and the rain’s pounding upon his windows rose to meet it. This time, however, they uttered a different warning: Look who’s here. Blue eyes, red with exhaustion, slowly opened again, accompanied by a sigh. The room may have been fuzzy, the minimal amount of light allowed to peek through the cracks in his blinds didn’t help much either, but there was no denying what he saw beside his bed, first in his peripheral vision, then in his direct line of sight as he abruptly sat up to face the figure. What he thought was a cold sweat rapidly forming from jolting upright was really the cold metal of a pistol’s barrel against his skin. His gaze followed the finger resting on the trigger around to the hand around the grip, up Armani draped upon the arm, to stubble, to large, round eyes, to the villain he’d been waiting years to encounter.

Mikael Falco stood before Matthias Warren, holding a gun to his head, a wicked grin matching wild dark eyes.

He imagined this is how his enemy held the gun to his father all those years ago. He imagined this was the grin he wore as he pulled the trigger. He imagined these were the eyes full of blood lust that watched his father’s body crumple to the ground. Matthias felt rage inside of him howling like the winds outside, eagerness to do that which he has been desiring for years pounding within like the rain upon his window, and yet confusion flooding like the streets below. There were a lot of things he could say to Mikael right now, faced with this demon before him. How did you get into my apartment was a good start. Why did you kill my father was fairly direct. You’re a dead man waking, but not for long was extremely direct. He didn’t get to say any of these, not at first, as his attention was diverted to a laugh from Mikael, a deeper sound from the back of his throat than Matthias had probably ever heard of him years ago.

“You’re so pathetic, Matthias,” he stated, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, words slow and deliberate, every syllable meant to be felt, meant to be taken in to rot with the grief that sat in the Montague’s stomach.

“Fuck off, villain,” Matthias hissed through clenched teeth, though he dared not move with the presence of a bullet mere inches from his head, nestled soundly in the barrel, waiting for instruction to fly free into Matthias’s skull. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re not leaving this room alive.”

“No, it’s my turn to speak.” Mikael was always so good at running his mouth, after all. “As I was saying, you are so fucking pathetic. “All these years, and you still haven’t gotten your way, huh? It should be pretty damn easy to kill me, especially when you spend half your fucking time in Capulet territory – oh, don’t think I don’t notice. You’re built like a brick shithouse, Matty. You couldn’t be subtle if your life depended on it. Now, maybe it does.” He cocked the weapon, the slow click heard as he took his time pulling back the hammer with his thumb. “You have all the answers, and yet, nothing. All those files, all those years of planning, and for what? For me to end it all with a nice little bang? For your neighbors to think it was just the storm making a racket? You’re a sad excuse of a man, Warren. You couldn’t even do the one thing you came back to Verona to do, and why?” Mikael gasped dramatically. “Are you scared?”

Matthias wasn’t scared, but perhaps he was uncertain. Of what came next after Mikael was put in the ground. Of what he was supposed to do once revenge stopped ruling his life and guiding his hand. Truly, who was Matthias Warren without his father? Without the man to follow, he devoted years to revenge for that man, and once the cold dish had been served, when the plate was clean, what was Matthias to do? Shaking away the thoughts, he warned, “Shut up,” a guttural, almost growl-like sound pronouncing the syllables from deep within, smoke from the fiery anger burning within.

“Good one, Warren.” Mikael replied with a chuckle before emitting a quieter sigh. “Warren,” he repeated. “Yeah, you know, come to think of it, you look just how he did – well, the second before he died. Marius Warren, that is. Though, he was more shocked, caught off guard, more like how you were moments ago. Oh, you should have seen your face, Matty. You looked like you saw the fucking ghost of Christmas past! But now, you’re pissed. And for what?”

“You know what,” he spat.

“I do. What, do you need to hear me say it?” Mikael lowered the gun and began to pace in the space in front of Matthias’s bed, gesturing with his hands as if they didn’t contain a loaded weapon. “I killed Marius Warren. I killed that son of a bitch as he walked out of the bar that day, and let me tell you he was too busy looking into the bottom of a bottle to solve his problems to know what was coming. It was pathetic. Just like you, wasting all your damn time chasing down the past. You know, I guess you are just like your father. That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear, right?”

He was right, that was all Matthias wanted to hear. But sweet words that he once longed to hear hit him with a bitter and acidic taste, instead, coming from the lips of this man. All he’d ever wanted was to be compared to his father. All he’d ever craved was to be even slightly as great as Marius Warren had been, to have stories like his father’s to pass down to his sons, to become someone they could look up to, as well. The Warren name had always been one he wore with pride, and yet tonight, facing the man who took the reason for its prideful connotations away from Matthias, it was coated in a sense of shame, of uncertainty, of fear for its future.

“You’re both sad excuses for space, born to die thinking you are dying for such a noble cause only to end up in hell like the rest of the sinners, forced to face consequences for your actions. You’re just like him, alright, and you’re gonna end up just like him, too. Your body will hit the ground with the same giant-ass thud, and the world will remember you as nothing more than a shadow of–”

Mikael had been pacing for too long, had gotten caught up in his own movie villain-style monologue that held a much darker twist as it stood before a sleep-deprived and drugged-up Matthias with a gun in view. Matthias saw it as his chance, though, to strike, to disarm his opponent, to finally get the revenge he had hungered for, to feed the starving ache in his belly, and perhaps to finally get a word in edgewise. Launching himself from the bed, Matthias ran at Mikael, a shout roaring from his chest as he opened his arms to tackle the other man, as he leaned his body weight full force–

Only for Mikael to disappear out of thin air, a ghost, a man-shaped mist vanishing, a mirage fading from view when he was just close enough to capture it. Unable to stop his momentum or even realize what had happened, Matthias collided with his dresser, the sheer force of his anger sending both himself and the furniture toppling to the floor. Mikael – or whatever that was – was right about a thud, but at least he’d survived when he made this one, though the shooting pain up his shoulder told him it was not without cost. The rain had settled back to the drizzle it produced earlier that day, the wind’s volume reduced to a whisper, but the water in the streets continued to churn, saying, You are a product of your nightmares.

#p: self #e: the storm #d: oct 12 #l: apartment #remember the times i've said my replies have gotten long #well this one GOT LONG #the only ic thing about mikael here is that he still doesn't shut up

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