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romancefranaticstay · 12 days

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・❥・No Date・❥・

Lee Know x fem!reader

Category: angst ☁︎ , smut ★ , enemies to lovers au

Warnings: ★ smut ★

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You already knew Lee Know from high school, and to be honest, what a competitive guy he was. He's still competitive, but maybe a little bit less. You always found him attractive, when he teased you your heart beat faster.

It was hard to keep your feelings in check. Even though you supposedly hated each other, you always ended up together. Like now, you worked in the same company and were always invited to certain events together.

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You weren't really social, so when you had to go to events like that, how can I explain it, you hated it, you didn't want to go, but yes you had to. In the evening you had to participate in such an event again. You mentally prepared yourself to laugh all night long.

You already had your dress, your jewelry, and so on. Your dress complimented your body, every curve was visible. You didn't really like wearing black heels, it hurt your feet so much.

You got out of the car and looked at all the people gathered here. How are you going to survive here? You had to stay at least until midnight, otherwise you wouldn't really be in the good light of your boss.

You already saw a few recognizable faces. You went inside and looked around. You saw the bar, finally someone you knew well, the bartender was one of your good friends. You immediately went to him.

“Look who we have there Y/N.”

"Stop, this evening is already hell."

"Try talking to others instead of being stuck at this bar all the time."

'Uhmm let me think about it, uhmm no thanks. I'm in a good place here.'

"If you say so."

"If you say so." you imitated his voice.

You saw Lee Know enter from a distance, of course he was not alone. He had one of his many girlfriends with him again. It broke your heart to see his arms around her hips. But then again, everyone knew about his many girlfriends, so you wouldn't want to be known as that.

You sat at the bar with your drink and kept looking at the clock. Lee Know saw you from a distance, if he could be honest, you looked beautiful.

You saw Lee Know kissing that woman, touching each other in an innocent way. You felt like throwing your glass of red wine at them. You looked at the clock, just one more hour.

Suddenly you saw Lee Know whispering something in that woman's ears, she blushed and dragged him somewhere private. Of course you knew what they were planning to do. You didn't know that Lee Know just did this to make you jealous, like it was such a good idea.

You had had enough, you didn't care that it was only 11pm. Your shoes hurt, you felt tears, your head was dizzy, you wanted to leave. You went outside with a quick step, everyone saw that you were irritated.

You walked a little further through the streets of New York. You took off your shoes and you light for yourself a cigarette. You never smoked, but this time you just needed it. You signaled to a passing taxi. You threw your cigarette in the trash and rushed to the taxi.

"Where to young lady?"

'Fith Avenue.'

'Your call.'

You looked through the window and admired all the buildings. Lee Know thought he would be allowed to parade. You can play a game like this too...

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Of course, you would never use anyone for revenge, so you asked Hyunjin to help you. Hyunjin was actually your best friend/neighbor. He liked revenge and dramatic events, so it wasn't a problem for him.

After a week or two, your company threw another party. It was time for your plan. Hyunjin took your hand and helped you out of the car. You could make everything romantic.

Your hands interwined with each other and you both walked in. Everyone looked at the two of you, including Lee Know. This time he was alone, he was sitting at the same bar as you.

“Alright Y/N, who is that one Lee Know.” Hyunjin whispered

You pretended to be flattered.

"Do you see that man at the bar, with his black hair?"

'Yes?'

"It's that one."

“Ahh, okay baby.” you playfully slapped him.

It pissed Lee Know off. You paraded around with Hyunjin all evening. Lee Know's eyes were like knives, he cut you with his eyes. His eyes were dark, but you weren't scared of him, it made yourself a little excited.

"Who is that person over there?" Hyunjin asked.

"His name is Lee Felix, why?"

"Oh just, can I go see him?"

"Sure, we're here for the revenge plan, but you can have fun too."

Hyunjin went to the young man and started a conversation with him. You signaled to Hyunjin that you were going to the toilet. You walked casually through the hallway, looking at all the paintings. You opened the door to the restroom. You heard some footsteps down the hall.

Lee Know burst in and his eyes were immediately on you. His eyes were like those of a tiger. He came to you and pinned you against the wall.

"Lee Know, what are you doing-."

he cut you off with a kiss. He cupped your cheeks, his tongue was wildly exploring the inside of your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, he caught all those sounds.

"You dare to walk in with someone else."

he started sucking on your neck. His tongue slid over your sensitive skin. Your hands ran through his hair.

'Baby Know, we aren't a thing.'

you said while whimpering, even tho everyone knew you guys were a thing, if you understand what i mean.

'Now we are, now we are darling.'

He turned you around so that, you were now face to face with the wall. He lifted your dress and opened your legs. His fingers slid through your wet folds. The sounds you made were like music to his ears. He took off his pants and took out his member. It was already hard, some precum came out itself.

'You drive me crazy Y/N.'

He slid into your ass with a groan. You adjusted your position a bit. He quickly started pumping into you. Lee Know hated that he couldn't see your face, so he went to the sink with the nice mirrors. You lay with your head on the sink. He grabbed your hair so you looked at yourself in the mirror.

'Hmm, my beautifull baby.'

He grabbed your hips and he slammed himself into you. He placed both hands next to your head. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his muscular arms. Your walls felt so good around his cock.

'Oh baby, you are so tight, hmm.'

You had the feeling that everyone outside the restroom could hear everything, luckily the restroom was very far from the others. You felt your orgasm getting closer.

'I cannot, hold it any longer, baby.'

you whimpered softly. You felt a bit dizzy, your body was full of pleasure. Lee Know lifted your upper body open a bit. He hugged you and he kept pushing. You threw your head back on his shoulders. You felt his warmth breath against your neck. He kept going faster untill you both came. You leaned against him as his hands gently ran through your hair.

“Now we are a thing, Y/N.”

You turned and placed your hands on his shoulders.

'Now we sure are.'

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 months

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Fluff alphabet feat Tomas Vrbada

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? Tomas likes to watch films together with his partner. Usually, he enjoys action movies that aren't too heavy on the gore side, but he will watch sappy movies too; the more cliché there are, the better it is. His kid self would cringe at the film he watches now, but Tomas grew up and embraced that side better. If you sneak a kiss in between the film, he'll gladly accept it (even if he is often the one doing the first step)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Tomas is down bad. When he is in love, he can't find anything bad in his partner. Probably, he admires how you always have the right words to lift his spirit or how supportive you are. Also, Tomas appreciates your hands, for sure softer and smaller than his ones. He often finds himself kissing the palm of your hand.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? Tomas has a steady mind. He isn't born with it, but he had to develop if you wanted to survive the Lin Kuei harsh rules. He isn't really good at supporting you during those times, but he wants you to learn the same tricks that helped him survive, so next time something bad happens, you won't feel that bad.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? Tomas would love to retire and have a happy family. He doesn't desire fame and glory, but a quiet life with people he cherishes, possibly not too far away from Shirai Ryu tho.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? Tomas is rather passive because he doesn't want to have arguments with his special one, but he can get stubborn on certain points and won't back down easily. In those cases, you can try to show him your view on the matter, but he often doesn't change his mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? To get Tomas angry, his partner must have done something that hurt him deep. He may forgive, but for sure, he won't forget.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? He is! Tomas reaction may be a bit over the top, so there are times when you think he is joking, but he isn't! He is just overjoyed that someone used their time to do something for him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? Yeah, Tomas tries to keep his job as secret as he can. Yeah, you know he is a ninja and all of that, but you'll never know anything about his missions in particular, at maximum where he is going.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? Not change. Tomas is just more relaxed and overall happy. His partner probably learnt how to deal with dangerous situations and emotions better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? Tomas has extreme trust in his partner. It's all the other people that worry him! He won't say a word to you, but when the green monster eats him inside and fog his brain, one of his hand always find its place on your lower back, squeezing your hips enough to keep you close to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Good...let's say he has the right spirit! Tomas will gladly improve and mould his skill to his partner preference. That doesn't mean he always has the mind to kiss at his best. The first kiss was unexpected, a mission thay went well and a flurry of little pecks all over your face till his lips found yours; that for sure didn't turn out to be just a little peck.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? It's all of a sudden, like when you rip the band-aid off in a single movement, plus it is at an unexpected moment, not romantic at all. Probably he brang something you both like and Tomas go "You know what else I like? You." and then just go on with his day. He is dying inside, tho, so pls tell him about your feelings; as cute as he is when blushing, it's best to avoid an aneurism.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? Oh, Tomas would love to marry his special one. He'll totally be soft, proposing in the intimacy of your shared room. The marriage wouldn't be too extravagant, but he'd like to invite as many friends as possible.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? Honey, darling, baby.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Tomas has a smile plastered on his face every time his crush gets close to him; and with close to him, I mean on the other side of the camp. He always tries to lean towards your body, just feeling the heath of your body makes his heart do triple jumps. Tomas would like to be more sneaky, but honestly, everyone knows about his crush on you; yourselves included. Better to tell him immediately how you feel about him, so he won't embarrass himself too much with his colleagues.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? Tomas doesn't like kissing in public, but will for sure brag about his partner with others, even more if he is tipsy; Tomas just won't stop babbling about you. For sure, your relationship isn't a secret.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. He can tell your feelings just by looking into your eyes. For sure, Tomas will understand you easier, but it also means that it's hard to keep secrets with him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? He likes cliché, exactly the same kinds that appear in the film you watch together. Don't expect Tomas to be creative, tho! That isn't his strong suit.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? Absolutely yes! Not only Tomas will be really supportive, but he'll gladly give you a hand if you need more than encouraging words to reach your goal.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Tomas prefers routine, it is more comfortable and makes you both overall happy. Doesn't mind if you want to spice up the relationship, but you'll have to make the first step.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Extremely good, maybe too good, as I said before. Not too much empathetic, tho. He understands how his partner feels, but doesn't mean he will feel the same way you do.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? Really important, but not more than Shirai Ryu. Tomas has a mission, a goal that won't let go no matter how much he loves his partner

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. He likes to kiss your fingers, delicate butterfly ones, maybe while you're in bed together cuddling.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Yes, but just behind closed doors. Tomas' hands never leave your body, and his lips always find peace on your skin. Not all cuddles end up in sex, but...he wouldn't be opposed to that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? He likes to watch photos of you two together or just yours. It's not unusual for his head to wander in dangerous places.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? It depends, does it hurt you or him? Then he won't do it. Will it be a danger for Shirai Ryu? Absolutely won't do it. Is it something that doesn't do any damage to his "safe paradise"? Tomas will gladly do that.

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rileyglas · 24 days

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The List ~Pt. 1 - Creation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

This is my first-time writing fanfic but I literally cannot get the stories out of my brain so…why not make everyone else suffer. This is part one of a story I’ve been rolling around some time. I feel setting a good foundation for the reader/main character is super important, so I PROMISE this story gets better. Be prepared for the usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness (Lucifer), fluff, eventual smut (yes horny readers bear with me we need some plot), and of course 18+ because….it’s Hazbin what do you expect?

Summary: f!reader finds themselves in Hell. Unable to accept your horrible fate you make it a point to continue being a bright soul surrounded by the darkness of Hell. With some higher advice, you create a list of rules to live. A short list to keep out danger and continue helping the lower sinners of Pentagram City. It’s the ONLY way you can survive (right?). Your list begins to crumble when you start helping Lucifer’s daughter with some hotel and a dream to redeem the same sinners you want to protect.

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

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Part One (You're on it!) Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Rumor was all sinners would spawn in hell with attributes related to their life and (untimely) death. Your gift power was proof of that.

“Everyone get inside! Come on before the exorcists see you.” You hurry the last of the smaller sinners inside a building. It kills you to see such fear from the souls. “Lock the door. I'll lure them away.”

How foolish you were. Somehow a heart of gold followed you to these depths after death...ironic how even the nicest people end up in hell. God really does have his favorites I suppose.

But that foolishness led you to the best thing to happen to you, so you thought. Dodging through the streets, maneuvering, anything to lead the "angels" away from even the worst of sinners. Cursing praying for their safety. It was only your second extermination, but you already caught onto their game. It was all too easy to get around their sloppiness. Needing a breather, you weave around some cars and dive behind a dumpster. Idiots can't even keep track of my thickass? Pathetic!

A few moments pass as it grows quiet. Your breath begins to steady when the softest whimper catches your attention. As quietly (and non-threatening) as possible, you turn the corner to approach a crying dark mass curled on the ground. Seeing their blood pooling sends your stomach into flips. Not another one. Fearing the worst you gently reach out. “Hey hey...shhh..." you utter, feeling her wince ever so slightly. "No don't panic I'm here to help. Where are you hurt?"

The young girl slowly uncrumples herself to show her wound...a massive "X" sliced hips to neck. It was so deep you couldn't believe she was still breathing let alone even moving. Fuck she's lost too much blood. "Come here let me try to stop the bleeding" you lied. You knew she had no chance. But your chest hurt at the thought of her dying (again) alone in some shit alley. With the last of her strength she curled into you, her white hair tickling your face. She had her textured locks pulled back tightly and black horns accenting the top of her head. Her tired red eyes relaxed, slowly closing as she leaned into you. Such a beautiful girl falling to such a terrible fate. With one hand on part of her wound, you used your other to softly stroke her head. “I'm so sorry young one...just breathe in and know you're not alone.” As her breathing shallows you gently kiss her forehead, bidding her soul a gentle goodbye.

The second your lips touch her skin, pure fire floods through your veins. Every nerve in your body feeling ripped apart. You spasm from the pain, clenching onto the girls now limp body. Just when the pain starts misting your vision you see flashes of...pink? "What the fuck!!" You grit through your teeth. What felt like hours of pain was merely a few seconds and it quickly dissipated from your body as did the pink light. Shit shit shit, there’s no way the exorcist didn’t hear OR SEE that! You stay perfectly still...listening to the silence with your mind reeling over what just happened.

A gasp breaks the deafening silence, pulling you back to reality. The young girl jolted out of your arms, gasping in as much air as she could. Looking down you notice her wounds were gone, only dry blood and tattered cloth remained from the laceration. You look at each other in panic and shock.

After inspecting her stomach she snaps out of her daze, remembering you two were still not safe.

"It's too dangerous to stay out here. Come with me - we aren’t far from the safehouse. I am sure my mother will want to meet you."

You follow without hesitation. Trust has always been a weakness. As you make your way through the city, she explains how she was out collecting angelic weapons with her sister when they got separated. After getting cornered she just accepted her fate...then you found her. "The name is Clara by the way. Clara Carmine. I usually just go by CC though."

You never intended to get into the Overlord game. You were merely trying to make the best, quiet life in hell if that was even possible. Guess things change when you save the daughter of Hells most prestigious Overlord. Who could say no to being taken in and protected by THE Carmilla Carmine.

Carmilla immediately began preparing you after hearing of the power you possessed. The power to heal with touch...of course it’s not that easy…it required pure intensions, coming from a place of love. Who the hell (pun intended) wrote this cruel joke for a sinner? How did the lowest of low get given such power just a few short years after arriving? It was your most precious secret. It had to be. If anyone of ill will found out - and come on, it's Hell - your soul would have been the most sought after in the pride ring. You wouldn’t last a day. Carmilla was indebted to you for saving Clara, so she made a deal to give you protection and mentorship as repayment. The first of many deals you’d make in Hell, growing the power you held.

In the years you've been under Carmilla's watch, you created a short list of rules to keep yourself out of harm’s way -

1. Never trust another Overlord

2. Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have

3. Never bring anyone too close

4. Never let your weaknesses show

It was a simple enough list that had worked for you so far.

You chose to make deals with those who needed protection or help while navigating the dangerous afterlife. In your deals each soul was bound to secrecy as to who you were and what you provided. Contract details and fine print were your specialty. Your soul count was the highest Carmilla had ever seen for someone so new, so merciful. She would often mention only one other sinner ever rose the ranks as quick though his methods were…less than savory. She never bothered to say who. Every Overlord meeting the rumors spread of some "Saving Grace" sinner making their way into powerful ranks. A shadow giving vile hope. But just as quick as those rumors appeared - they were put to rest when no new faces ever appeared. Of course you were there - you needed to attend for information just as much as the next guy, but you never sat as an Overlord. Carmilla granted you a place off to the side as "the help" to serve tea or make notes as needed. No one ever batted an eye to someone considered just a worker bee in Carmilla's hive.

Every meeting was the same, though it seemed unease was rising after each extermination. Six years had passed since you fell into this hellhole (har har). Another extermination, another meeting. Sitting in your designated corner, you twirl your pen as the Overlords began taking their seats. Might as well be invisible - but you preferred it that way. As your mind slightly wonders to less important things, the quiet buzz of conversations around you fades away from your ears.

"—yes I know I’ve been absent some time. I'm sure you've ALL been wondering!"

Your attention snaps back with the sound of this charming new voice. The demon was dressed to the nines - red suit jacket, gloves, freshly pressed slacks. Your already preoccupied mind raced. Who the hell is that? Where has he been? Why does he have that shit eating grin?

He must hold some power to be sitting here after all these years…

"Not really. But welcome back in any case."

That dismissal from Camilla was enough for you to put aside any questions you had of the demon. You knew this meeting would be tense. Can't afford distractions when you needed to be all ears. As you began writing you felt something in the pit of your stomach. Was someone staring at you? You try to shake the feeling when Velvette made her grand entrance. With a sigh and eye roll you set aside your notebook. God damn this woman, no respect, no couth. Gonna be a long one today.

The sinking feeling returns, this time you catch the culprit. The (new to you) demon Overlord is staring at you as if you’re the only one in the room. You make eye contact hoping he moves his gaze, but it only fuels the intensity on you. That smile never faltering. Your ears ring and static pricks your ear drums. Can I fuckin help you sir? Wait no, you're just the help. Lower sinners would never even dream of speaking to an Overlord like such. Thankfully the eye contact breaks when Velvette tosses the head of an exorcist on the table.

Ah I suppose this will be quite a fascinating meeting…

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giuliettagaltieri · 2 months

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One Way Ticket

Pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Desired

Warning: doubts, emotions, angst

Word Count: 2605

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Everything works in his favor.

Coriolnus had a past so devastating, he was certain he could withstand just about anything.

And then you pull this stunt.

It is upsetting to be rejected especially when one blurts a statement so confidently. So certain you would agree right that instant.

But he is Coriolanus Snow, and he knows how to be patient when he needs to be.

However, being patient does not equate to simply standing by.

No, your refusal itches at him deep like how one would have the desire to pick at a scab, not allowing the skin to fully mend.

So, he tries again.

And again.

Whatever sense of peace you know was thrown out a window as he always has an issue or crisis that needs your pretty little scheming head. You were astounded at the lengths he would go, even feigning ignorance at the obvious solutions and he smothers you with honeyed compliments. It was humiliating.

Try as he might to sound genuine, it was rather condescending coming from him.

And when you keep each other company in your offices, he tells you how good it would be for a young President, such as himself, to finally settle.

But you are not as easy. When that failed too, he started to adopt a new tactic.

A bolder one.

Romancing you.

It was the grand opening of a park he donated when he was still a starting politician and today, it was finally done. You stood beside him, smiling at the cameras and to those who came to celebrate with you.

You clap your gloved hands along with the others when he cuts the ribbons.

“Oh.” You gasp softly when Coriolanus sweeps to place a fleeting kiss on your lips and the crowd cheers. You stare at him in surprise but he smiles charmingly at you.

Why must he have to be so handsome. He makes it so easy for you to forgive him.

He wraps an arm around your waist and turns to the crowd. “Please excuse us. I will be stealing Miss Swansworth for a while. Enjoy.”

You let him steer you inside the vast park, there was a beautiful line of trees that casted a beautiful shade and rose bushes along the pathway that emit a fragrant scent.

“One of my projects back at the University.” He nods at the roses.

At a closer look, they seem different compared to ordinary roses. They seem to glimmer.

“They can survive under harsh weather, their scent is enhanced, and they won't wilt easily.” He says proudly and you smile admiringly at him. Your relationship with him has been difficult recently but you are glad he did not simply cast you away like you feared he would.

“You know, if you were not so deadest in taking control over Panem, I believe you would have made a good florist.”

His face twists. “Florist.” He spits like the word disgusts him, making it all the more comical.

“Well, you are so passionate about flowers.” You chuckle as you look at the light flow of your dress.

Coriolanus studies you closely for a while before looking ahead. He slips his hands in his pockets with his thumb jutting out. “I can be passionate about other things too.”

You watch his broad back as he walks ahead of you to lead you further in the park.

Eventually, you reach a pavilion, one hidden from view as tall topiary are purposefully placed around. There were more beautiful flowers perfuming the air. Pursing your lips, you let Coriolanus guide you to the table at the center of the pavilion and he pulls your chair for you as an act of chivalry.

“Thank you.” You say kindly as you sit down. He gives you one of his handsome smiles and sits across from you.

“Tea?” He asks but is already pouring you a cup. You eye the assortments of cakes and refreshments around the table. Steam rises from the cup he carefully pushes your way, it was prepared just recently. You scan the area discreetly, but there were no Avox around, you seem to be alone with him.

You take your cup and blow softly and then take a sip. Coriolanus does the same.

Gently, you set the cup down on the saucer with a quiet clatter and he follows suit.

You make an attempt to grab a macaron but he beats you to it and puts not one but three on your plate. His recently found habit of overindulging you is starting to surface once more. The smile is still on his face and you wonder how long he can keep that up. Choosing to play along, you smile back at him sweetly.

His chest visibly swells, so impressed with himself.

At the top of the dessert stand, a small opaque cloche rests.

Coriolanus thought he was being sleek but with the number of times he sprung a proposal on you, you can guess that a ring might be resting on a cupcake or something pretty in there.

But still, you choose not to say anything and just enjoy your panna cotta, purposefully not touching the macarons he gave you. And you enjoy how his eyes keep on flitting to them.

When you pour your attention to your food and not on him, Coriolanus shifts in his seat.

He has a feeling this might be it. There is a good amount of privacy, the atmosphere is romantic, and you seem to be in a good mood. Spending his money on these outrageously expensive desserts was a good decision.

It takes everything from you not to roll your eyes when he leaves his seat to stand next to you.

As you are still not looking at him, he clears his throat and you decide it was time to finally stop playing coy and meet his eyes.

“Y/N.” He sighs, air charged with his confidence. “I was not the sweetest nor am I the kindest man to you. But you have shown me just how much a man can change with the right woman and right affection.” He grabs the small plate from the top of the dessert stand.

He removes the cloche and reveals a smooth little Swedish princess cake and on top of it, the prettiest rosette icing.

And a ring sits on top of the tea cake and you look at him blankly.

It was an enormous ring! And he seems pretty impressed with himself.

It was very intricate, very detailed, and very heavy looking.

It was too much.

Coriolanus blows out a sigh.

This was difficult for him, not the proposal but what he is about to do next.

You tip your chin haughtily as he gets down on one knee. He was stiff as he did so. Looking very out of place at that height, even if it was for you. His knee burns under his weight as his tight suit restricts him from large movements.

But his brilliant smile captures your eyes once more and he lifts the cake up to you, making your nose crinkle just the slightest.

“Will you marry me?”

You look him in the eyes with a brow raised.

That’s the best he can do? That generic statement?

His smile falters under your mocking gaze.

“Corio.” You chuckle. “Really?”

Coriolanus scoffs, slamming the cake on the table and you hear the saucer crack. You purse your lips as you watch him stand abruptly with his back turned to you, he places his hands on his waist as he stares into the garden around the pavilion.

“Fuck it.” He mutters as he runs his hand on his mouth, bristling under the weight of your countless rejections. You see his cheekbones pinking and you stand to wrap your arms around him from behind. His back tenses when you rest your cheek against it.

“Do not be angry, Mr. President.” You spoke calmly. Trying to see how much you can push him is thrilling you to the core but you also cannot risk him being fed up with you.

Coriolanus does not acknowledge your actions but you feel his body relaxing under your touch.

“I just don’t understand.” He fumes, his hands gesturing around him and you chuckle in amusement. “I have done everything. I even bent the knee!” He pushes you off harshly and you pout as he steps away. You hate how you quickly miss his warmth. “What more do you want from me?” He demands as he steps dangerously close to you.

Your playfulness dissipates as he renders you speechless.

He brushes your fingers that tried to fiddle with his coat. “I just…”

“You what?” He spits and you throw your hands up in frustration.

“I don’t know!” You yell back with equal frustration before looking at him in defeat. “I just don’t know.”

He is silent as you draw further and further into yourself, eyes no longer able to meet him.

“I am very fond of you, Coriolanus.” You confess and he scans your face for lies but all he sees is naked vulnerability. “I am just not certain about this.”

“You don’t want to marry me.” He concludes, his patience stretched to its limit.

“That is not what I said.” You say with a hint of panic and exasperation.

“Gods, you’re making Livia Cardew’s temptations enticing.” The words spilled from his tongue without him thinking and the consequence was almost instant.

Your eyes harden like cold marbles, you are quick to move around him to grab your bag from the table.

“Y/N.” Coriolanus blocks your path from the steps of the pavilion, his regret now biting at him as he heard your contained sniffles. “Come on, darling. I did not mean it.”

You push past him as you start walking away, with him quickly following you.

He wanted to strangle himself after catching sight of your tears. Tears you are trying so hard to suppress.

Mentioning names of other women was insensitive for his part. Especially when he is aware of how deep your affections for him are.

He managed to grab your hand and you try to pull away but your strength is that of a child compared to his.

“Let go.” You say through gritted teeth, streaks of tears running down your cheeks.

“It was a foolish thing to say.” He admits but you are having none of it.

You turn your head to the side and look up to the sky to keep your tears from falling. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He pulls you to his chest and presses a lingering kiss on your temple.

Coriolanus looks at the emptiness in frustration. He worked so hard to build what you have today. Is one slip of tongue going to crumble it all to the ground?

Even the smartest of men are lost to the world of women.

“Go marry that witch.” You mutter. “See if I care.”

Coriolanus held you close, his lips pursing at the venom of your tone.

“I’m not marrying anyone else.” He says.

He does not know how long he held you in his arms, your pretty lips muttering antagonism against him but Coriolanus takes every insult as he keeps you trapped in his arms.

By the time the sun is about to set, you let him hold your hand and guide you away from the pavilion. You did not speak to him when he let you in his car, fingers frozen in your lap as your eyes were cast far away.

Coriolanus chooses not to say anything and simply buckles your seatbelt for you and he drives to your apartments. He walks you to your door and walks you inside. You are too drained to even do anything.

Why were you even rejecting his proposals? And like he said, what more did you want from him? You have embarrassed yourself, making a fit as soon as he mentioned another woman’s name. It was most unbecoming of you. You close your eyes tightly, regretting the weakness you showed him.

You are grateful that Coriolanus does not comment on it. He looks at your blank features as he gently pry your fingers from your bag to place it on your countertop. Your breath hitch when he gets down on his knees again, his hands sliding on your bare legs as he unclasps your heels.

Coriolanus guides your hand to his shoulder as he slips your feet from the tall shoes.

“Corio.” You say gently and he hums in response as he focuses on your other shoe. “I must ask you something.”

He removes the other shoe and looks up at you, awaiting. You inhale sharply, his eyes are the truest blue, reflecting the harsh glare of moonlight and the glow of the Capitol. You sit down, your dress splayed prettily around you and you lean on the countertop.

“Why do you want to marry me?”

You are scared. He can tell by the waver in your voice and the way you held yourself. Coriolanus sits next to you, wincing at the restrictive nature of his clothing.

For a moment you just look at the lit windows of the buildings opposite yours. And the moving gleams of headlights as cars drove on the street. Everything was silent aside from the muffled music played by the old couple next door.

“Remember how you asked what would make me happy?” He glances at the boutonnière by his coat and he plucks a delicate baby’s breath that frames a rose, he twirls it in his fingers. “I think marrying you would.”

“I’m not certain if we can find happiness in a political partnership.” You mutter to which he only laughs.

“For someone so sharp, you sure are missing the point, sweetheart.”

You look at him with your eyes puffy and tired, not having the energy to start a fight.

“I want to marry you. Your name and smarts are a bonus of course, but I want you.” He grins as he continues to play with the baby’s breath. “You make me feel things I shouldn’t. I thought it was just admiration and fondness, simply fleeting elation.” His voice cracks ever so slightly and your eyes wet again with tears.

“I was wrong.” His own eyes were glassy but he remained calm. “It was joy.” He grabs your hand and you turn to see him holding the baby’s breath now twirled to resemble a ring and your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Y/N Swansworth.” He sniffles, and then laughs lightly at how you can easily stir his emotions. “Can I persuade you to make an attempt to seize real happiness with me?”

You close your eyes, and tears pour to your cheeks as you nod, letting out a broken “Yes.”

Coriolanus felt overwhelmed with joy, some of it spilled out in a laugh, the tightness in his chest loosening, he never felt more alive. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he slips the poorly made ring to your finger. Oh, but it was beautiful. More beautiful than the forgotten ring by the pavilion. It was something his own hands have crafted only for you.

He kisses your palm and you cup his cheek.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” You say as you place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Resilience has always been my strongest suit.” He says and you laugh. He smiles fondly upon hearing the sweet melody. Yes, he prefers it so much more than your sobs. “My affections for you are not delicate.”

Quest for Happiness

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus x reader #young coriolanus snow #tbosas #the hunger games #coriolanus angst #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunt for glory #quest for happiness

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()

Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).

Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!

Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.

This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!

Words: ~900

Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan

Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.

“You knock before entering!” You huffed.

Foras appeared at your side without a hush.

"Sorry, but…"

“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.

“His Majesty wants to see you.”

Yeah, almost.

“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”

There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!

The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.

"What are you doing? It's not your business."

“You called me here yourself.”

You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state.

With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...

"What are you staring at?"

Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.

"Beautiful."

A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!

Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”

It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.

“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.

“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”

It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.

If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.

“What are you thinking?”

You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.

He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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We know Konig is more soft on women, but is it all women in general? For example, if some girl was hitting on him, would he be rough with her? Would he ever kill a woman? (if he's on the battlefield - I'm guessing he would if he had to). Is he chivalrous to all women or just his partner?

Yes, König is absolutely super soft to all women in general 🌸

The thing is, women are an exception, a beautiful, pure anomaly in König's worldview. He both worships them and views them as fragile. Women need to be protected from all harm. And at the same time... König goes feral every time he gets to taste and touch and fu–ahem, make love to a woman.

CW: Toxic!König. Sexism. Mentions of canon-typical violence and PTSD. Freudian madness.

Something just snaps, and he doesn't want to hurt his Engel... but he's a bit ADHD, and far too needy, goes a bit crazy every time he sees her. Women's soft skin and plump breasts and hot, wet, silky folds drive him insane. He just wants to drown himself in a woman, hide somewhere deep, somewhere safe, but can't because he's so big and has to act all tough. If he could, if only he was allowed, he would fall asleep every night with his cock buried inside that beautiful, warm, velvet softness.

So König's deeply embedded insecurity and attempts to seek safety are a combination that make him a little unhinged when it comes to women. That's why he can never get enough 😔 Also this man's horrible childhood has made him an adrenaline addict. Chaos is what he's used to, it feels familiar, so there's a risk that König might never settle into safety even if he finds it. He needs a high (which means he needs to kill and he needs sex.)

Female operators are skilled and tough in his eyes, and he trusts their abilities (kind of), but he would always keep a silent lookout, and try to keep them safe. Even if those women looked at him like he's a weirdo. He would always choose to help a woman over helping a man. Men can and have to survive on their own if a lady is in trouble. I know this wasn't asked but He would also never, ever hurt children.

If a woman tried to kill him (on the battlefield) he would be very professional about it. He wouldn't find joy in the killing, though. As odd as it may sound, König would prefer shooting to stabbing when it comes to neutralizing a female target. He wouldn't want to prolong their deaths, and it would make him extremely uncomfortable to knife a woman down. If he has to, he will do it, but the kill would be as quick and clean as possible.

The ones König has killed linger on the precipice of his mind as precious memories, sick fantasies made real. But the women he kills haunt him forever: those deaths sometimes give him nightmares. Especially if they brought even the tiniest bit of satisfaction...

...Because König does go into a mode when he's left with a firearm. He's so excited he sometimes drops mags simply because he's so enthusiastic. Thrill and anxiety mix when he's working, and he feels absolutely marvelous every time he fires a gun and gets to announce "Target down" in the comms. Better yet if he can go on a spree and destroy a whole room full of villains. Noticing later that one or some of them were women would give him a cold feeling in the gut and leave him with a worsening PTSD.

If a woman was violent in other circumstances, meaning outside work/warfare, he would simply seize them as gently and firmly as he can and try to calm them down. König thinks hitting women is just wrong. Even if they were trying to hit him (hitting on, as in flirting with him, now that's a different thing hehe. Not sure if this is what you asked, if so let me know!). It's unmanly and cowardly, and he would kill any guy who hits women, and kill them without mercy.

König's traumatic childhood has put him on a knight's quest to protect all women and children from harm. His mother has greatly influenced the way he sees women overall. At the end of the day, they're creatures who don't know how to defend themselves so he needs to save them.

But then again... These 'Knight in Shining Armor' fantasies should be taken with a grain of salt.

Because seeing a woman under him in a helpless state, looking back at him with cute, wet eyes while he's lodged deep inside is the best thing in the world in König's opinion. He would never deliberately go and hurt a woman... But why then does it feel so good when Engel squeals every time he goes a little too deep? (Always on accident, of course.)

#answered #könig headcanons #yandere könig #könig x reader #toxic könig discourse will singlehandedly deny my access to heaven i just know it #i shall never see the pearly gates

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jaegersdevil · 7 months

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bloodsucker [satoru gojo]

Vampire!Satoru x Human!Fem!Reader summary: a game of cat and mouse in the woods turns into a bloody mess warnings: 18+ / mdni!, afab, vampire activities, mediocre writing of sex in a forest, bloodplay, biting by both parties, satoru chases you through the woods because its fun, fear play perhaps, overstimulation, no use of y/n w/c: 2.1k a/n: happy start of spooky season! let me know if i missed any warnings! enjoy :) masterlist

Keeping quiet while running for your life isn’t as easy as the movies make it out. It’s coughing when there’s so much mucus in your throat that you can’t breathe, and the sobs you try so hard to keep inside that force their way out when you hear the footsteps behind you get closer. It’s the methodical dodging of broken sticks and rocks you’ve seen in the shows that ultimately get forgotten once you enter a stage of full panic and just run to survive, not caring that you’re leading them right to you.

But this isn’t a movie, and the thing chasing you is something you would consider much more terrifying than your usual killer with a mask and a knife.

A deep, throaty chuckle rings out much closer than is comfortable, and flashes of white hair and pale skin seem everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. It’s too dark, but you see a squirrel run up a tree in front of you, squealing in fear when you speed past, adrenaline keeping you from slowing down. Your ragged breathing is all that can be heard in the quiet forest, save for your feet crunching the layer of dead leaves so thick you can’t see the dirt.

You thought the idea was fun initially, but maybe that was just his influence over you. He has an incredible way of making dangerous, stupid things look enticing.

Your name is called from behind you, sung in a low tone, with a giggle cutting through the middle.

“You know this is futile – running, that is.”

Wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand, you glance over your shoulder, the man you love and hate the most standing perfectly still a half mile back. The hem of your short sundress dances behind you, and the sight draws him closer.

“Give up, darling!” His honey, saccharine voice taunts you, echoing in your head. “You know how this ends!”

Shaking your head, you endure.

But, upon returning to face the direction you’re running, you smack head-first into a tree and fall to the ground, a yelp leaving your lips. At least, that’s what you thought you ran into.

His chest is so solid you think he was created by the earth itself, and perhaps he was — though somewhere much deeper and hotter than your usual whimsical fairytales.

“I win,” He laughs at you. Dread pulses through your veins, your depleting adrenaline already kicking back in.

“Satoru—” You start, breath catching in your throat when you see his hand swinging his glasses. Your eyes widen when you look up at him, his bright eyes and cocky smirk visible through the darkness. He is so beautiful you wonder how he’d gotten cursed with such a thing, a disease the people in town call it.

“Well, I think it’s time for my prize…” His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. Your eyes flicker to them: sharp, terrifying, and oh-so attractive when he puts on those eyes in conjunction. The soft but piercing gaze that settles on you now.

“Aw, are you crying?” He tilts his head and crouches, empty hand caressing your cheek. “S’okay, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Flinching away from his hand, you go to stand, only to be pushed down by his hand on your shoulder. “Did you or did you not agree to the rules?”

You stamper. “I–I know the rules, Satoru. I just think I should get a second chance. You always win.”

“Huh,” He hums, nodding in contemplation, though you know he won’t let you have one. “Not today, sweetheart. Sorry.”

You nod, eyes downcast as you sit forward. Your hand resting on his neck, you lean to peck his lips. “No need to be sorry.”

Satoru smiles into the kiss, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip. He was always engrossed once you had him, which, in this instance, allowed you to formulate a plan. It’s not a smart nor fully laid out idea, but it’s the best you could do with your little time. Not giving him a chance to retaliate, you get up and run as fast as you can.

You hear him sigh in annoyance, but Satoru remains in his spot on the ground. He calls your name, haunting and rich.

“I’ll always find you, you know,” He yells, getting up and walking in your direction. “There’s a reason why I found you in the first place.”

You don’t listen to his words, having already known, chest heaving and eyes wild as you hide behind a thick oak tree. Holding your breath and frozen in your place, you watch as Satoru stalks past you. Whether it’s on purpose or because he’s so blinded by lust, you don’t know. You just hope it’s the latter.

“Darling, please,” You can hear the desperation in his voice, though it’s plagued by desire and a little malevolence. “I’ll be good.”

Rolling your eyes at his last comment, you inch to the right slightly, peering around the tree to ensure he hadn’t done a loop. But your stomach drops when those same bright eyes are dead set on you.

“I think it’s only fair that we go inside now. I’m getting chilly.”

Your heart rate increases tenfold, and you curse your fear for making it so much easier for him to find you. With a twinge of confidence, you only get when teasing him, you round the tree and stand before him.

“You don’t get cold. You don’t have a heart, Toru. You don’t even have a heart with the ability to love! You told me yourself.”

His cackle and a slap to the knee was his only reaction to your statement.

“Oh, you are the most divine human ever, sweetheart,” Satoru laughs. “My love for you runs deeper than the mythical heart! You are my soul and my entire being, my beloved.”

You inhale sharply, palms sweating at his words. You’ve heard them a thousand times, having been attached to him for the past 3 years, but hearing those words from his lips in the dead of night in the darkest forest awakens something inside you.

Doubt flashes in your eyes, and suddenly, Satoru’s hands are all over your body, squeezing and stroking. “I’ll show you I love you in the only way I know how if you allow me to.”

You’re breathless when he kisses you, lips trailing down your neck to the one place he knows best. His tongue flattens against the column of your throat, savouring the taste of your skin, salty from the sweat and warm from running. He groans, words barely discernable as he inhales you. Your blood is the sweetest he’s ever tasted, the richest and the most intoxicating.

Satoru’s hands move down to your ass, and he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you against the oak tree. The sharpness of the bark digging into your back is nothing compared to the piercing of his fangs into your flesh. He lets out a satisfying whine, ravenous and restless.

“'Toru,” You throw your head back, your ankles locking behind his hips. The initial cry of pain dwindles to a broken moan, and you grasp at the collar of his black dress shirt. Every nerve ending inside your body alights, your blood rushing to the spot on your neck where your lover feeds.

When you tug at his hair, Satoru reluctantly slows his sucking of your red essence into his mouth. His plush lips are stained red, and his breathing is rapid when he slowly pulls his fangs out of your rubied skin like he wants to prolong his pleasure, groaning when he sees the mess. Blood drips down his chin, his teeth are stained red when he grins lazily, and you moan at the sight.

A broken laugh falls from his mouth, and his eyes dart to your slackened mouth. Satoru puts his hand on the back of your head, his fingers dancing in your hair, and pulls your face to his, locking his lips with yours. The metallic taste of your blood on your lips is suffocating yet erotic, and you can’t help but grind down on his crotch. Crimson colours your mouth and chin, and Satrou releases an animalistic growl deep in his throat.

Between sloppy kisses, your hands find the waistband of his black dress pants. His hips buck subconsciously while you pull his pants down along with his briefs, and Satoru whines before you even touch him. His pupils are wide, and if he could blush, you bet your life he would be flushed.

Satoru can't stop inhaling the scent of your blood, pheromones, and sweet arousal in your underwear. Overwhelmed and impatient, he pushes his fingers towards your entrance, shoving your underwear to the side. You gasp at the sudden intrusion and the cold air of midnight.

“Ready?” He mumbles, peering at you through his fair lashes. You nod and inhale sharply at the feeling of his tip on the back of your thigh. He runs his cock through your folds, saccharine wetness covering his length.

Pumping himself a few times, Satoru lines himself up and pushes into you. The burning sensation only lasts a moment before the pleasure of being stretched takes over.

Satoru’s jaw goes slack as your walls squeeze him, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. He’s barely holding himself back as he lifts you up and almost drops you back down onto his cock. You let out a choked moan, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, the wound on your neck tingling as it heals.

“Oh, fuck,” Satoru pants, leaning his head down to your other shoulder. As he thrusts into you, he drags his teeth along your skin, not sinking his fangs in just yet. The sound of your blood pumping rapidly beneath is like a drug he could get high off for eternity.

The sounds you make spur him, and Satoru bites down, smirking into your skin as you yelp. The poison entering you for a second time makes the sensation all the more intense, and you find yourself smiling in euphoria.

The forest is silent, the only noises being the slapping of skin on skin and wicked groans from the devil himself.

The end approaches fast, too fast, when you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

“I’m– c–close,” Your speech is broken, but he understands. Satoru goes harder, using his inhuman strength to bounce you faster. Your legs ache, and your arms go limp on his shoulders as Satoru grunts.

“That’s my fucking girl…”

Your orgasm rips through you violently, and you clench around him, throwing your head back in pleasure. Seeing stars, your head lolls to the side, observing Satoru watch where you connect, jaw slack with a feral look in his eye.

As you pulse around him, Satoru can't keep his composure any longer. And when his hips stutter, a sign he’s close, you lean up and graze your teeth along his jaw, nipping and drawing blood when he sighs. You bite down harder on the skin of his neck when you feel a second orgasm unravel, overstimulated and sensitive.

The dull breaking of his flesh pushes him over the edge. “Oh, oh, gonna– fuck–”

When he cums, it feels like the first time; it always does when he’s inside you. Hot ribbons shoot inside you, painting you with the seed of sin. It drips down the inside of your thigh, and the taste of Satoru’s blood in your mouth mixed with yours as he kisses you is unearthly.

He pulls out of you but doesn’t drop you. When you lean back from his face, you look at each other’s necks and chins, giggling at the crimson aftermath.

“That’s so hot,” Satoru mumbles, licking the residue around your mouth and moving down to tongue at your neck. He meets your eyes again, tongue swiping across his lips. You tilt your head and admire him, lifting the hem of your dress to his face to wipe the deep red from his chin. He playfully bites at the material, smiling when you roll your eyes.

“Put me down,” You snicker, unhooking your ankles. Satoru does just that, lowering you to the forest floor but keeping his hands on your waist.

“Can you walk?” He asks. And though you’re sure he’s serious, you roll your eyes again and swat him on the bicep.

“You’re good but not that good, Toru.”

Satoru’s tongue runs over his front teeth, scoffing. “You wound me.”

You shrug and step, faltering when your thighs shake under your weight.

Noticing your pause, Satoru’s expression turns smug. “Damn, guess I am that good,” He winks, scooping you into his arms.

You use your forefinger to collect a drop of blood from the underside of his jaw and stick it into your mouth. “The best.”

Satoru's eyes zero in on your finger between your lips, and he shakes his head, swearing under his breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, human.”

#guysssssss .........#i KNOW its september but that will not stop me from writing this #satoru gojo smut #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo imagine #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #vampire!satoru #vampire au

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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Please, what are you headcanons about Astarion and human Tav/Durge? There's obviously the angsty issue of humans having one of the shortest life spans of all DnD races but that's only as angsty as you want it to be in this setting (and the stories you can tell about it are what makes it fascinating). Still... What's your take on it? Would that be a disaster for a proud immortal elf?

Since humans are very diverse I decided to take female human Tav who isn't exactly a big girl but would be considered "curvy" by human beauty standarts.

Astarion x F!Human!Tav

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You are the third child born into a big family of seven.

Unlike your sisters, you are that girl who is always teased for "eating too much" or "needing too much fabric for a dress."

It would bother you if you had issues with self-esteem. But you don't.

"At least, I have some tits and ass!" you jokingly say to people who decide to comment on your looks.

Besides, your father, a native to Frost North, has always told you that "the bigger a woman is, the more chances she survives a winter".

You inherited from your northern ancestors' red hair, the color of fire.

Freckles dance over your pale skin and, when you laugh, you can be heard in the neighboring village.

Since there's not much for you in life apart from marriage, you sign up to join an adventure party.

Being an adventurer isn't easy. It's dangerous for a lonely woman but you manage to find friends and learn how to protect yourself.

And you are still this jolly human woman who just can't allow herself to stop because your years are so short.

You probably regret this attitude when locked inside the Mindflayer's pod with a nasty tadpole behind your eyes.

You gather this group of traumatized people - it's not like you are the most competent person, but you are, at least, not experiencing the meltdown!

Astarion immediately catches your eye - he is an elf. And it's a common knowledge humans see elves as the most beautiful creatures ever.

Does he think he manipulates you into protecting him? Too bad. You decided you weren't leaving this adventure without this handsome elven man by your side.

A vampire? Even better.

You are much stronger than him and a bit taller.

You can easily pick him since his bones are so light.

And he adores your body.

Your breasts are pretty big and your thighs are soft.

He likes using your boobs as a pillow and you don't mind - because it gives you full access to his hair.

Or putting his head on your soft belly and thighs.

He also adores your body hair - especially the one in private parts.

"You know among humans it's considered ugly unless you are a man"

"No wonder human women prefer elves."

You look adorable in dresses with deep necklines and ribbons in your curly red hair.

And Astarion loves seeing you in the morning, when you, awake from your long human sleep, look at the world with puffy eyes trying to apprehend wtf you saw in your dreams.

"Don't even ask, human's dreams are fucked up."

When Astarion is distressed, you often put him on your knees and lull him like a child.

And it's difficult for him to adapt to your lifestyle.

You are considered a slow type for a human but you are still a human

You are ambitious, loud, and fast. You have so little time left, you want to experience it to the fullest.

You are smart, brave, skilled and unstoppable like a human traveler, who decided they want to reach the edge of the world.

You keep being adventurers until it's too difficult for you.

Your red hair turns white, and you have wrinkles. You aren't a jolly red-haired girl any longer.

You are a jolly old lady who can both bake cookies for neighbor kids and beat someone's abuser with a hammer.

The time passes fast and it's time for you to go.

"You were quite an adventure, Astarion", you whisper to him

"And you were everything", he replies holding his tears back.

Astarion wants to leave the moment you find rest in your grave, but your family, the loud red-haired clan doesn't let him go.

Well, it's not like any of them were ever prepared to have a vampire for an uncle but here they are.

Astarion visits them from time to time, seeing how children grow up, how new things get old, and how the village becomes a town and then a city.

Human lives are so short, they make the most of them

Astarion visits less and less and only some of the oldest residents of the city know about him.

"Oh, yeah… I remember. My grandmother once told me her great-grandfather's sister was married to a vampire."

Sitting at the seashore, waiting to sail to the Isle of Evermeet, Astarion remembers the words he once heard from an old elf.

"You need to fall in love with a human at least once in your life."

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octoberautumnbox · 29 days

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This Yujin look. Bodycon dresses stonks 🤩

Do you think Yuri would be jealous when you're cheering for Yujin during the soundcheck? (Even though Yuri is lowkey checking her out as well🙈)

resisting the octoberautumnbox urge to make a mini fic with angst out of this :nolookk:

honestly I think she'd cheer even louder 😅 we know she's a proud unnie that looked after her dongsaengs well, plus she'd know I'd cheer for her loudest of all ehe

update: urge took over sorry :nolookk"

The backstage air was humid and suffocating, but it could do nothing against the high energy and raised spirits after their breathtaking performance. You walked in step with Yujin towards her dressing room, Yuri following closely behind.

"That was great, Yujin! You're really the best when it comes to stage presence." You raise a hand to high-five her and she returns it enthusiastically, clasping your hand before letting go.

"I know right? The set went great! I wish we were always like this!" She could hardly contain her excitement as the three of you walked further down the hallway amidst people buzzing to and fro.

You reach the door to the inner part of backstage, and as soon as it opens you're met with a cool, air-conditioned draft. Yujin waddles inside, dragging you along, saying "The dressing room's not that far from here. Come in and have a drink!"

And before you know it, you find yourself seated on a very comfy green couch in her personal dressing room. To your left, Yujin looks like a commercial model with the way her lips part and her Pepsi falls gracefully into her mouth. You'd totally buy one, you thought to yourself, even though you were holding a bottle of your own already.

"Ahh, this is the best!" You're inclined to agree, and your own bottle fizzes and settles once you twist the cap off. You take a gulp of your own drink, and you catch yourself accidentally copying how Yujin did it just now.

"Hehe, you're cute, Oppa," she remarks while hiding behind her hands. For a moment, you look at each other and appreciate how pretty a girl Yujin really is.

~~~

"So, how'd it feel?" Yuri asks from the passenger seat. Her seatbelt zips across her chest, and you hear the buckle clack a bit.

"It was uhh," you say, wondering what you did wrong this time," great, wasn't it? Yujin did really well in that one song."

"Yeah, I bet. You really loved how amazing her stage presence is, huh?"

"Are you okay, Yuri? I thought we had a great time..." You decide to keep the handbrake on a bit longer. The tension in the car is thick and heavy, and you're not sure that you'd survive a storm brewing in here.

"You think you're so slick?!" Yuri explodes in anger beside you, placing her hands onher hips and huffing like a chimney. "News flash, dipshit, anyone with a half-working eye could see the snail trail of drool you left walking around with her like that! And don't get me started on where you were staring!"

You feel guilty, but it only half-clicks. Sure, you were captivated by Yujin's beauty, but staring?

"Couldn't bear to spend one second with your eyes off her ass, huh? Can't control yourself and you just had to stare at her bouncing tits in that tight onepiece? I bet you can't even remember what color it was!"

"Hey, now, language! And where's this coming from?"

"You know what, take me home. Just take me home, and go someplace where you can watch her fucking fancams and jerk off in peace."

"But I wasn't ogling her!" You felt there was no use defending yourself here, but you at least had to try. This was her dongsaeng after all, and you didn't want to look like a creep.

"Of course you did! You think I wouldn't have noticed you drooling at the sight of her juicy ass, wanting to bend the both of us over that couch and shove your Pepsis in our cunts?"

"What the fuck are you going on about?!"

"Just admit it! You got so fucking horny for her that you just couldn't help but touch yourself to how she danced in that song!"

And for a moment, you pause and look her in the eyes. Your gazes are piercing and intense, like you'd die if you looked away. Suddenly, the pieces connect and everything falls into place in your head.

"Wait, is... Is that why you took so long in the bathroom that one time?"

A few more seconds pass, and Yuri breaks. She throws her hands around your neck and pulls you into a deep and torrid kiss. Her tongue tries to wrap around yours, and you fight back equally hard.

You find the buckle of her seatbelt and undo it, causing the clip to zip back into its place near the door. You're reminded that you're perfect for each other, evidenced by how eagerly she gets up from her seat with your guidance onto your lap. A sudden break in the kiss reminds you to breathe again, and you look into your girlfriend's eyes once more.

"Yeah, she did look really hot, didn't she?" Yuri asks shyly, reestablishing her hypnotic eye contact.

"You wanna try out that fancam idea when we get home?"

"Oh my god, yes please."

#jo yuri smut #girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut

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sexysapphicshopowner · 5 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”

🤎 She’s flustered all night

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.”

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”

If only you know, huh?

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.

You didn’t get anything.

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”

“So?”

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”

“Yeah?”

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”

That did not help her calm down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.

You knew that necklace anywhere.

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.

Neither was your makeup when you started crying.

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”

“You do?”

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”

“You’re cute.”

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”

“As are you, your point?”

“My poi-”

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”

She knew what the fuck she was doing.

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”

“I love you too....”

“So....”

“So?”

“What now?”

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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SOO.. im finishing this Zoro x Y/N NSFW art and it gave me an idea for this Drabble so enjoy…-

“We’re Training”

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Zoro, Horny! Zoro, Semi-Public sex(?), Fingering, Sex in a Closet, Lots of Kissing

It’s been 5 months. 5 months of sneaking off with Zoro for “training”. It started after you both were having a little sentimental moment after working out together and you admitted how much you missed your ex boyfriend sometimes just for the sex really. Zoro laughed knowing good and well it was an entire lie and that if his sex couldn’t make you stay then it wasn’t great to begin with. You both argued and one thing led to another you both began a sexual relationship.

It meant nothing really you both just snuck off when the timing was available and blown out a quickie. Some days you’d just suck his dick or other days he’d go down on you. You both would reappear back with the crew as if nothing happened using the grand old excuse “We were training”

However it’s been about 2 weeks and neither of you had time to train anymore because you all were either too busy or an enemy would appear right before things got spicy. Zoro actually tried his best to keep his mind off the lack of touch he’s been able to give you these past few days but maybe there was something in the air or in his sake because you looked way better than usual tonight.

The crew was doing another 3 day celebration and there were so many people on the deck he almost lost sight of you, but there you were in your beautiful white dress that was fitting around your body way too well. He was sitting at the table just watching you hoping you’d notice his drunk gaze. And you felt it. You felt someone staring. It wasn’t Sanji because he was in the kitchen, it wasn’t Luffy, Robin, you couldn’t tell who it was. Zoro noticed you looking around like a loss puppy and decided it was as best time as any to make his move.

“Come here.”

He grabbed your wrist through the small crowd and took you to the back of the ship. The clacking noises of your heels trying to keep up with Zoro echoed louder now that the music was beginning to die out from distance.

“Oh hey! Wha—oh!”

He couldn’t wait any longer he picked you up by your ass, pushing you into the broom closet wall, and kissed you with impatience, groaning in your mouth completely overwhelmed by how good you smell he needed you right now.

“Zo—“

“Take Off your panties.” He whispered, lowering you down off the wall.

You’ve been surviving the past few weeks not minding being intimate for a bit, but hearing the need, want, and crave in Zoro’s voice you were reminded why you started having sex with him in the first place. You rolled your eyes back as he started panting in your ear taking off your thin panties he grabbed them and shoved them in his back pockets before putting his two fingers by your mouth.

“Suck.”

You immediately did as told for a moment making him bite his lip. He wished he had enough patience to have those pretty lips of your around his cock.

He quickly pulled them out and began to rub your clit, you weren’t aroused off bat so he plunged his fingers inside you and sucked your neck.

“Z-Zoro..” you shut your eyes wrapping one leg around him and he grabs it tightly to keep you steady.

You tried tell him to shut the door completely so anybody walking past won’t see the actions happening in the closet but you were already fucked out. You felt that familiar tight knot you haven’t felt in so long.

“I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me.”

Was all it took to make a mess of his fingers. He knew he didn’t have much time left so he sucked off his own fingers for a second and pulled out his cock that has been aching to get out since he saw you.

“Up you go.”

You were back up high on the wall grabbing his shoulders. You let out such a pathetic moan just from his strength. He lifted your dress high above your breast and kissed them. Oh how much he missed your tits.

“Zoro…please.” You whine, it wasn’t too long you moan out feeling his thick cock glide its way in you automatically making you clench in excitement.

He held you by your ass and your arms were wrapped around him as he went at such an erratic pace he didn’t even let you adjust to his size as usual and thrust upwards inside you,

“Fuck, fuck , fuck FUCK!” Zoro pants and curses with each pump he gives you making you cry out louder.

Your nails dig deep on his wide back as if your intent was to break skin. Zoro has a rule as a swordsman not to have any marks on his back, but as of right now all he was was a feral man that needed to be inside you as deep as possible so he didn’t care about the prickles of blood running down through your finger tips.

Anybody could hear from the corner the empty bottles falling on the ground, a few books crashing down, and the exchange of heavy breathing and cursing, but luckily the music drowned you both out and nobody was around.

Your eyes were shut tight feeling your warms cheeks stained with tears feeling the jolt of his cock sliding in and out of you, both your arousal and his precum beginning to glide down your thigh and on his lower abs.

“Cum with me okay?” Zoro sounded as if he was pleading, possibly even begging in the back of his throat. “Cum with me.”

Your neck was wet between his saliva, breath, and sweat on him, but he didn’t care he needed to get as close as possible.

He needed to feel you.

“Cumming, Zoro!”

“Good Girl—ah—good…fucking girl.”

“Hey where is Zoro?” Luffy asked Nami while laughing with Usopp .

“I don’t know he left a while ago, have you seen Y/N?”

“Nope.”

“Can…we go back to your room?” Zoro tried finding a steady breath pace and pulled from your neck lowering you down before slowly pulling out of you.

“What about the party?” You also out of breath of the blissful and needed fuck. Your lower back was a bit sore because you were 90% sure you were pressed against a pipe.

“Fuck the party let’s go.”

He pulled your dress down and quickly took your hand looking out the closet door to sprint to your room for the night. He might claim to not be in love with you and this is all “just sex” but from the way he held you that night and how sweetly he used his tongue down on you as an “apology “ for not prepping you correctly made you think differently.

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Oil At The Coffee Shop IX

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie tells Reader about the Upside Down, but she still thinks he’s beautiful.

Word Count : 2.5k

Warnings : Not proofread, angst, 18+, SMUT, talks of the upside down, eddies issues, vecna, smutty smut, choking, dom!eddie, oral (fem receiving), unprotect sex(for the love of god use protection), sadness then smut, this part is sad and horny 🫶🏻

A/N : This is my first time writing smut so apologies if it’s awful, also if you don’t want to read it, you are more than welcome to skip it 🤍

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You pushed open the door, letting yourself and Eddie in, flicking on the lamps dotted around. You hung your bag back up, dropped your keys, going to the couch so you could take your shoes off.

Eddie mimicked these actions, hanging his leather jacket up, and sitting down next to you. “Do you anything to drink before?” you asked him. “No, thank you though. I think I should just get it out of the way.”

“Okay.”

“And if it’s okay, could you just let me speak before you ask any questions, you can ask me anything after. Is that alright?”

“That’s fine, anything you need Eds,” you could tell he was uncomfortable, frightened even.

He sighed, unable to begin talking, you took his hand gently. “Take your time Eds, do what you need to do.” He nodded, offering a weak smiled.

“Just before the Summer of 86, something started. It started in my life anyways, it actually began in 83. Anyways, I was a troubled kid, was on my third try of my senior year, barely passing anything.

“I was um … selling drugs so me and Wayne could get by easier. Then one day this girl, a cheerleader, her name was Chrissy, she came up and asked to buy from me. Wanted really strong stuff.

“I didn’t keep it on me, it was at my home. The trailer. So after school we went there … I um …” he paused, taking a deep and shaky breath. You squeezed his hand, rubbing your thumb on the back of it.

“Take your time,” you said softly. He nodded, before taking another breath and continuing. “I went to my room to grab the stuff and when I came back, she, Chrissy I mean … she um … was in some sort of trance.

“I tried to wake her up. Her body was thrown against the ceiling. Something pulled her apart from the inside out. Every bone in her body was broken, her eyes were … I ran. I ran out. I left her there.

“Everyone thought it was me, so I hid.” He continued, explained how Dustin had found him, along with Steve, Robin and Max.

He told you about Vecna, about El. About the two other kids who were killed at the monsters hands, Fred Benson and Patrick McKinney.

He told you about the Upside Down. About the great final battle. Him playing guitar.

“I broke the rope, Dustin was stuck in this world and me in the Upside Down. I ran. I made as much noise as I could. The bats they um … they attacked me.

“Ripped me apart. It’s why I look … it’s why I look the way I do. Vecna was doing the same thing to Max that he did to Chrissy. She barely survived, but she’s a strong kid.

“If it wasn’t for El, neither of us would be here. She killed Vecna, saved Max. She was hurt, but she was alive. Steve, Robs and Nance came back, dragged me to the trailer.

“The doctors saved me. Well El did most of the work. Then … then Hopper came back, vouched for me. It got blamed on someone else, Jason Carver.

“Not everyone believes that. I’m still the town freak. People think that I summoned Satan to destroy the town. I didn’t. I was so scared. Then the earthquakes, the landslides, I was just hoping Wayne made it out.

“I didn’t care if he hated me, I just needed him alive. He’s all I got.”

“All you had,” you corrected, “You’ve got me now.”

“I do? You believe me? You don’t hate me?”

“Yes, yes and no.”

“I was so scared that you’d never want to see me again.”

“I believe you. I’m sorry that all happened to you Eds and I’m sorry people still judge you for it.”

You could now recall the times people looked at him funny, or stopped talking when he entered the room, or when they crossed the road to avoid him.

“I um … I’ll let El and Max tell you their stories, it’s not for me to say anymore. I still don’t really understand myself.”

“Thank you for telling me. You did so well.”

“I-I’m sorry that I had to tell you, but you needed to know. I couldn’t have you see me and not know what happened. That’s if you still want to see me?”

“Eddie you might not think it, but you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I want to see you, I want to see all of you if you’ll let me. No matter what you’ll be beautiful to me.”

He pressed his mouth to yours, face damp after what he’d just told you. “We don’t have to do anything, but if you want to stay you can.”

“I’d like the company if that’s okay?” he says, almost shyly.

“That’s more than okay. Hey I’ve got Cherry turnovers downstairs, let’s go get some.”

“What time do you have to be up tomorrow?” he asked.

“Shop opens at 9, but the girls get here at 8. I have to finish up stuff so I’ll be up around 6:30.”

He hummed, nodding. “Okay, well I have to get to work too.”

“Okay, now come on. Let’s go get treats.”

He laughed, as you pulled him with you.

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You headed into the kitchen and opened up a box full of the turnovers, handing one to Eddie and taking one off yourself. Both of you stood close together, chomping at the delicious pastry.

You smiled at Eddie before you eyes caught something else, “Oh my god,” you said.

“Hm? What?” he asked.

“That’s why you freaked out about the cake! Oh Eddie I’m so sorry!” you said, remembering the small fondant creatures.

“Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I was just having a rough day with it. Was dealing with my feelings about you too.”

“Oh yeah? How long have you had these feelings?”

“A while.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that Munson.”

“No way!”

“Mean,” you pouted.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you smiled.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes, “What did you call me?”

“Mean,” you spoke, voice almost a whisper.

“Am I? Am I mean?” he asked.

“I-I …”

“Come on, what happened to the mouthy girl here a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

He kissed your forehead, “It’s sadly too late for that. I’ll show you how mean I can be.” He attacked your lips, holding you close to him. His lips traveled down to your neck, kissing and biting, just like how you’d been doing to him, hours before.

“E-Eddie we can’t h-here,” you stuttered, breathless at the feeling of his lips on your neck. “It’s n-not hygienic.”

“Not hygienic,” he laughed into your neck, “Okay then Sweetheart, jump for me.”

You did as he asked, he caught your thighs, legs wrapping around his waist. “Would your bed be more hygienic?” he asked.

“That does sound better.”

“Okay baby, whatever you want,” he said, stealing a kiss.

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As soon as you made it into the apartment, Eddie was in your room. Dropping you on the bed gently. Leaning up on your elbows you smiled at him. “God Sweetheart you’re so fucking beautiful,” he spoke, climbing onto the bed and between your legs.

Mouths on one another, tongues fighting, but somehow in sync with one another. Hands grabbing anything they could. “Can I take this off?” Eddie asked, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded. “Use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes.” Sliding off your cardigan first, you raised your arms above your head, letting him pull the shirt from your body.

Sat back on his knees, Eddies eyes were filled with lust. You were the most stunning person he’d ever seen. He began kissing down your chest, leaving marks along the top of your breasts.

“Can I?” he asked, dragging his fingers up to the back of your bra. “Yes,” you say, breathless. Undoing it, the bra was thrown somewhere in the room - frankly you couldn’t care less where it had landed.

“Fuck baby,” he said, taking your breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly. You moaned out at the feeling. Leaning down, he placed his latched his mouth to one of your nipples. Sucking on it, twirling his tongue around.

“E-Eddie, oh fuck baby,” you cried out as he bit down lightly. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on it, he nipped more. “God I feel like I’m neglecting the other, better fix that. Right Sweetheart?”

You hummed in agreement, making Eddie cock his brow. “Y-yeah better fix i-” You didn’t get chance to finish as Eddie already began his attack.

You hips bucked up into him, making him grind down his own. Feeling his bulge grow in his jeans, your hands wandered down, squeezing him through the denim.

With a pop, he let go of your nipple. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked. “I need you, please I need you,” you almost begged.

“I told you, I’ll give you anything you want. But you called me mean, so maybe I should make you work for it?” You eyes widened, you’d love to take him in your mouth, god he’d feel so good down your throat.

“Oh no, I’ll give you everything. You want me to make you work. Well no can do. You’ll take what I give you.” He began to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs.

There you were, in only panties whilst he was fully clothed. He reached for the edge of his shirt, but hesitated. “It’s okay,” you said, sitting up to kiss his mouth.

Slowly you lifted his shirt up and off of him, there were scars and bite marks everywhere. You could see the doctors had done what they could, but the wounds were deep, ragged.

“You’re beautiful,” you spoke, kissing his chest, right above his heart. “So fucking beautiful Eds.” Your mouths connected again as Eddie climbed out of his jeans, pushing you down on the bed.

Lay in between your legs, his fingers trailed up your thighs. Biting, licking, sucking at your neck, his fingers found their way underneath your panties.

“God you’re so wet, all for me baby?”

“A-all for you.” You moaned when he brushed your clit, he smirked at that, rubbing again. “I bet I could just slide my fingers right in, better take the rings off.”

He went to move his hand, but you stopped him. “Please baby I need you,” you spoke, begging him. “What a dirty girl.” His fingers slid into you, making you cry out, the cold metal stretching you.

“F-fuck Eddie.”

“Already such a mess, better clean up,” he spoke, more to himself than anyone. Making his way down your body, he kissed everywhere he could.

Placing a gentle peck to each thigh, he let his tongue lick your slit. “Fuck!” you screamed, hands tangling in his hair. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking on it, as his fingers curled upwards hitting that spot over and over.

“F-fu-Fuck .. E-Ed .. oh my god,” you babbled. “Does it feel so good?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes, it feel so fucking g-good,” his fingers hit the spot again. “Who’s making you feel so good?”

“You!”

“Who’s that?” You could feel his smirk on you thighs, mouth licking you again. “You Eddie fuck. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck Eddie I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah baby, give it to me. Cum for me, come on Sweetheart, cum.” You let out a cry of pleasure, clenching around Eddies fingers as you came. Legs shaking, he pressed soft kisses to your clit. Moving his fingers until your fingers weren’t so tight in his hair.

“Shit Sweetheart,” he laughed. You lay there trying to catch your breath. “You good?” he asked. You hummed, “Yeah.”

“Think you can take more?”

“Please,” you said, meeting his eyes.

“Do you uh … do you have a condom?”

“N-no, but I’m on birth control and I’m clean and I .. I trust you Eddie.”

He smiled softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. He slowly slid your panties down, his boxers following soon after. Fuck. You knew he’d be big, but fuck. He was thick and long and … well shit.

“Can you open up for me Sweetheart?” you legs spread for him, allowing him to line himself up. Slowly he slid into you. “F-fuck,” you moaned, he stretched you out so much. It felt so good.

“God baby you feel so good,” he moaned into your neck. Soon enough he was in you, bottoming out. “Can I move?”

“Please!” you cried out.

He did so, starting slowly, then building up a nice pace, nice and deep. You were squeezing around him. He smirked, taking hold of one of your legs, resting it over his shoulder.

Moving again, he was so deep, you could see him in your tummy. Each time, hitting that spot, making your body shake with pleasure. “Eddie oh my god,” you cried.

“I know, it just feels so good doesn’t it, fucking you so nice and deep,” his hips slammed into yours roughly, again and again, making you loose your voice.

You mouth was wide open and no sound was able to come out, eyes in the back of your head as he fucked you hard. His hand slid up to neck, squeezing softly. Rings cool, but sticky as they sat there.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” Eddie moaned. “Cum-cum in me p-please,” you begged, voice weak as his hand squeezed.

“Yeah you want all my cum?”

“P-please,” you said nodding, crying out again, “I-I’m gonna cum again baby f-fuck!”

“Cum all over my cock, come on Sweetheart, squeeze that dick.”

You did just that, body shaking, a loud moan leaving your body as you came, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Eddie groaned, thrusting his hips a few more times, “Fuck Sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck fu-“ hot ropes of cum filled you up.

The curly haired man dropped into your shoulder. Both of you breathing heavily. He kissed your shoulder, and neck where his hand had been. “You okay Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay, are you?”

“I’m more than okay.”

He pulled out as gently as he could, making you whine. Climbing up from the bed, you reached out for him, “I’m coming, just getting a washcloth hang on.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the faucet run for a few moments. Footsteps came closer and soon enough a warm washcloth was being rubbed gently on your lower body.

“All clean baby,” he said, kissing your stomach. He slid his boxers back on and helped you into his t-shirt. Pulling you into him, you listened to his heart beat.

“I don’t think you’re mean,” you spoke up, which made him laugh. “Oh I know, but I wasn’t lying when I said, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

“Kiss me?”

He chuckled, pressing his mouth against yours softly. “I adore you,” he said, making your face flush. “Now Sweetheart, let’s get some rest, we’ve gotta be up early.”

“Okay. Goodnight Eds.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 8

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9

AN: Hey guys I have a feeling no one really liked part 7 so I cut out a couple scenes for this. This chapter might feel like we’re jumping around a lot but I wanted to get you guys to the good stuff that you want in the next couple parts. I do want to take this time to tell you that things are going to get more angsty before they get more fluffy. At least the next two will have ANGST… but please hang in here with me and let me cook I promise you’ll love it in the end. I hope you all stick around. Sending you all love 🥺🖤

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexism, flashback to under the mountain, ANGST

Word Count: 5,609

The smell of sulfur and sweat filled my senses. During the day it was always burning hot and at night the temperature dropped significantly. The hour that it took for my body to adjust to the change in climate everyday was always grueling. When my brother and I first arrived he was able to keep me hidden, offering me his coat or an arm to slink under, but the second Amarantha set eyes on him he was ripped away from me. I hadn’t been allowed to speak to him since.

For the most part I had kept my head down, desperately trying to blend into the crowd of fae. It was all I could do to survive, yet the whispers still followed me.

“The Jewel”

“Rhysand’s sister”

I knew they were all plotting against me, weighing whether or not my brother would have leave to reprimand anyone who dared hurt me. It was only a matter of time until someone decided to test the waters.

I stood among the crowd of fae looking up at the dias before us. The King Of Hybern had come to see how his little experiment had been going and Amarantha had made a point of making a show out of it. She had the most noble subjects lined up first, Kallias, Helion and myself included among the ranks. The rest fell into place behind us.

I looked up to the dias where the High Queen sat, my brother standing dutifully by her side. To my knowledge he had not yet given in to her wishes, but by the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin I wondered how much more of her torture he could take.

“As you can see my king, they have bent the knee without much fuss,” Amarantha gestured to those of us kneeling before her. The rocks under my knees cutting my skin. “We have all the High Lord’s but one present with us.”

“Very good,” the king smiled, making his way down the line to survey every High Lord that Amarantha had lured into her domain.

I kept my head down, staring only at the ground before me. The sound of his heavy boots crunching against the gravel was my only indication that he was getting closer to where I was kneeling. The toe of his leather boots came into view before me and then stopped. My heart started to race and my palms became clammy behind my back. A cold hand lifted my chin and my eyes were met with a pair of black soulless ones.

“What about this one?” the king asked, never once taking his eyes off me. By the look on his face I could tell that he ate up every ounce of fear I projected, practically thrived off it.

“That is y/n, sister of Rhysand, High Lord of Night.” Amarantha purred, clearly proud of herself for getting me here.

“I’d like to have her,” he said, pulling me up roughly by my arm. “It’s time I take a wife so that I might have an heir to this mighty kingdom I’ve built.”

Fear courses through my veins as I feel tears start to prick my eyes. The king spoke so casually, like he was picking out a new tapestry. If I had eaten any food the last two days I would’ve hurled onto the stone floor below me. This would be my fate, and there was no one coming to save me.

“She is yours then,” Amarantha said, sipping her wine. “She’s of no use to me. Make an example of her for all I care. Some of her companions have been especially restless these past few evenings.” she uttered, referring to how Helion punched a lesser fae for trying to touch me last night.

“With pleasure,”the king growled, tossing me onto the ground.

The stone and rock sliced open my palms, the pain quick and biting. I had barely any time to think before I felt the king kneeling behind me, his hands beginning to lift my dress.

“NO NO NO!” my screams echoed off the walls falling upon deaf ears.

I tried to crawl away but I was hauled back by a pair of hands, one wrapping around my neck forcing me up.

“WAIT!”

My brother's voice boomed through the room, ricocheting off the walls like glorious night earning gasps from the lesser fae behind us. Thankfully the disruption was enough to stop Hybern in his tracks.

“If you don’t give my sister to him and you promise me her safety I will go to bed with you willingly,” Rhys pleaded and my heart dropped.

My eyes flitted up to find my brother, the High Lord of the Night Court, and the most honorable man I ever knew, kneeling. His hands grasped one of Amarantha’s as she looked down at him with a light in her eyes.

‘No, no, no, no’ was all I could think.

“Without any fuss?”she asked him.

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Rhys no!” I called but Hybern’s grip on my throat tightened.

“For as long as I wish?” she clarified.

“Yes.”

“Consider it done,” she purred.

My eyes flew open, my breath racing so fast I couldn’t keep up with it. A sheen of sweat coated my skin and it took me a moment to recognize where I was.

Home.

Cassian’s breaths rose and fell behind me, his arms around me an impenetrable wall to anyone who might try to take me from him. But it was all too much, and I needed to feel the fresh air. The fresh air I didn’t get to feel for 50 years.

So I wiggled out of his grasp with great difficulty and padded down the hallway to the balcony where he and I normally would take off.

The second the freezing night air hit my bare skin I felt like I could finally breathe again. My nightgown did nothing to keep me warm but I was more than happy to feel the breeze. I looked down upon the sparking lights of Velaris and took it all in. There was a time I thought I would never see my home again, yet here I was. But at what cost?

Images of Rhysand’s health deteriorating under the mountain flashed through my mind. What he had done with Amarantha, so completely unspeakable. The only time I ever saw him perk up was when the Cursebreaker showed up. The one who had saved us all, the one I would later find to be my brother’s mate. I had never met the woman, but I longed to thank her for what she did.

These past few weeks I had been able to escape the nightmares of my time under the mountain. I supposed Cassian chased those monsters away. But as I stood here now I realized that it didn’t matter how far I ran, I could never be free of that stench of sulfur, and I could never outrun my guilt.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” Cassian murmured from the doorway. I didn’t turn back to meet his stare, unwilling to show him the tears in my eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” I laugh subtly wiping away a tear.

His arms wrap around me and I can’t help but lean into his warm chest, as his wings cocoon around me to block out the wind. He’s so warm, how is he always so warm?

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, words rumbling through his chest.

“I just had a nightmare that’s all,” I sigh, resting my hands to where his arms are clasped over my chest. “I thought that I was done having dreams about what happened under the mountain but I guess not. The things I saw? What Rhys did for me?” I pause, taking a deep breath. “Sometimes I think I’ll never really escape that place.”

Cassian turns me slowly in his arms and though I know he wants me to look at him, I can’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his bare chest. He holds me even tighter as his wings wrap around me, keeping in the warmth.

“Never again y/n,” he coos, running a hand over my hair. “For as long as I live you will never have to go back there again.”

I can’t help as a tear trickles down my eye at his words. My face burying further into his warm chest, the one place I truly never want to leave. Not when I longed for it for so long. I breathed Cassian in deeply, trying to remind myself I was here, I was home. Rhys was at the townhouse, we were both safe.

“What can I do? How can I help?” Cassian asked me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Just hold me,” I say with a shaky breath letting my hands wander up and down the bare skin of his back.

I felt his chest rumble through my cheek as he let out a small laugh, “I remember when I would’ve done anything to hear you say those words.” he says wings coming in tighter around me.

“You can hold me whenever you want general,” I smile, continuing to rub circles on his lower back.

“Almost whenever I want,” he corrects me quietly.

Reality came back to me in an instant. I knew what he meant. The complexities of marriages, and armies and alliances keeping us from being transparent.

But we would get there soon… Together we would get there.

The next few days my dream follows me.

Every night I dream of my brother on his knees before Amarantha, every night I wake in a cold sweat, every night Cassian soothes me until I fall asleep again.

As I stare at myself in the mirror the bags under my eyes are a reminder that last night the nightmare had found me again. The ladies maids behind me pull my corset tighter, taking away my ability to breathe.

The only saving grace about today is that Eris isn’t here. Apparently he was out on a hunt with his brothers on a hunt and had been gone for three days. I knew it was really a bachelor party, no doubt spent in a seedy brothel, but I didn’t care to correct the autumn court women. How could I when they had the garment so tight I could hardly speak.

Today had been all about fitting me for my wedding dress, one I had yet to see. It was a long process of measuring my arms, legs, and bust. Picking out shades of white that would look best with my complexion, (the debate between ivory and white lasted an hour and was utterly ridiculous). With Eris gone Cassain had spent the day lounging on a sofa, letting his guard down, that is until the corsets came out.

“Prince Eris says he wants her a size smaller for the wedding, keep pulling!” Ordered the older of the two, her gray hair falling from its updo. Gods they had already taken me in a full size.

My hands braced on either side of the mirror as the women yanked with all their strength one last time. It took everything in me not to scream out in pain once more as the fabric constricted around me again. I swore on my life I heard a rib crack.

“That should do it, measure her,” the older one snapped again. I wasn’t sure who this woman was but I didn’t dare argue with her.

A tape measure was slipped around my waist for the millionth time as they checked to see if the dress would fit. I watched in the mirror as the young one held up the measurement, my eyes flitting to Cassian’s worried gaze in the back of the room.

“Perfect, the dress will fit nicely after the alterations on the arms are done,” the older woman reported, putting her tools away. “You are free to go.”

“Can you help me get this off?” I ask trying to reach around trying to find the ribbons but the damned thing is tied so tight I can’t even reach.

“Absolutely not!” the woman cried like I had asked her to murder her first child. “You will need to leave that on till at least the end of the day to train your waist.”

I don’t argue, too scared to hear the woman squawk at me again like she just did. Thankfully the younger one, who I assume is her apprentice, helps me put on my old dress. The rusty colored fabric is looser in the middle now but all I can think about is going home. The sooner I’m home the sooner I can take this damned thing off.

“Ready?” Cassian asks, standing from his spot on the couch.

“More than you know,” I laugh waddling over to him.

He leads me out of the palace and neither of us say a word or even dare to brush hands as we walk down the too quiet hallways. Even when this place is empty it feels like it has eyes everywhere. I swear if I looked up right now there would be a dozen people staring down at me. Normally the second that I step outside I feel like I can breathe, but today that’s not the case. I’m thankful that Cassian feels my urgency to get home shooting us both into the sky as soon as possible.

I knew it was dumb but I never got tired of this part of our day. There was a certain sense of joy in getting to spend these peaceful moments with Cassian. Just him and I, the world soaring by around us with the knowledge that I would be home soon and life could resume as normal.

The second we touch down on the House of Wind balcony I’m rushing to Cassian’s room, well I supposed it was our room now, considering I hadn’t slept in my own in over a week. I hear Cass close the door behind me as I fumble for the ties on my dress desperately wanting to take a full, deep breath.

“Here let me help you,” he pleaded, moving my hands out of his way.

“Thanks,” I breathed as I felt my dress fall to the ground, the impending freedom starting to make my heart race. Cassian’s hands fumbled with the knot at the base of the corset.

“They tied it so tight I can’t break the knot apart,” he said, starting to panic a bit as my breathing quickened.

“Cut it off me Cassian, I can’t breathe,” I rasp trying to pull the top of the corset off my skin a bit to allow my chest to rise and fall normally but it’s useless.

“Shit baby hold on,” he assures me. I hear him draw a dagger from its sheath on his thigh, carefully dragging the tip down the back.

With every single snap of the ribbons I feel my lungs expanding again and the second the torturous garment is on the floor I nearly double over, taking my first full breath.

“Oh my gods,” Cassian curses, his fingertips running down my spine gently, like he might hurt me.

“What? What is it?” I ask looking into the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. In it I can see Cassian looking over my back with furrowed brows.

“They bruised you,” he said, eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I turn around so I can see myself in the mirror from afar and sure enough a bruise lines my vertebrae where the corset was. No wonder I felt like I heard bones cracking.

“It’s fine, you’ve experienced worse,” I sigh, picking up a discarded robe on the floor and slipping it over my shoulders.

“I’d rather fight a battle than wear a corset,” Cassian snickered and honestly I didn’t blame him.

“At least I’ll never have to wear it again,” I say, tossing the corset aside, taking my anger out on it.

“Does that mean you’ve figured out how you’re gonna handle this?” he asks me tentatively, like he was terrified to either ask or hear my answer.

I turn to meet his eyes, and for a moment I think about taking the easy way out, telling him something that might give him hope. But we had spent so long lying about our feelings for one another, wasting so much time. I wouldn’t lie about this.

“I thought I did, but the last two times I brought up calling off the wedding he-”

“If he touches you again I don’t think I-” he trails off, looking to the side as if he’s trying to compose himself. “Last time it felt like my blood was on fire.”

His admittance nearly brought me to my knees. The anger in his eyes veiled with sadness had me reaching up to cup his face, just needing to feel him.

“I know Cass and I’m so sorry. I know this is hard for you and gods I’m a fucking monster-”

“Fuck y/n,” he shakes his head taking my hands in his. “Don’t you dare apologize. You are trying to save your people and help your court. I’m being a selfish prick.” he says, casting his head down in embarrassment.

My blood boils at the thought that he felt selfish in any sort of way. Even more so that I was the reason.

“No, don't say that,” I order him, squeezing his hands to bring his gaze to mine. “You are the most selfless male I’ve ever known. I love you Cass, and I promise I’m going to figure this out. Because I honestly don’t think I can live without you now. You are everything to me, and so much more. I know I can do this,” I assure him, but really I feel like I’m assuring myself more.

His gaze softens, and a twinge of light flickers in his eyes, one that looks like hope, “I know you can too, My smart, ambitious, caring and beautiful woman,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I am beyond honored to call you my princess.”

“And I’m thankful to call you my general,” I smile, craning my head to read his face. “But mostly I’m just thankful to call you mine.”

“I’ll be yours until my heart stops beating, and maybe even after that if there’s a place we go when our time in this world is through,” he coos, brushing a hair from my face.

“Wherever that place is,” I sigh, pressing my head to his chest and pulling him closer to me. “I’ll follow you there too.”

The days that followed were generally boring. Cassian would fly up to the Illyrian Mountains with Azriel to further prepare the troops for the impending war. Apparently Windhaven had become the main stronghold for all the camps, and of course having hundreds of Illyrians in the same camp was more than rowdy. Cass and Az were constantly breaking up fights and coming home worse for wear. One night Cassian had come home caked in mud and blood, which he assured me wasn’t his own.

That night I demanded that he let me get him cleaned up and after hearing a million phrases along the lines of…

“You’re a princess, you shouldn’t be having to clean me up.”

And

“I don’t want to get you dirty.”

I finally convinced the stubborn general to let me take care of him. I took my time rubbing out the knots in his shoulders, his muscles so hard I could barely feel my hands afterwards. The sounds that fell from his lips were enough motivation to keep going though. He even let me wash his wings, something I knew Illyrians didn’t normally tolerate.

I remembered a day when I was just 10 years old and Rhys was 12. I had instinctively reached out to touch Rhys’ wing and he just about had my head. After that I was terrified to go anywhere near them. I could tell he felt bad about the encounter. One day when I was crying over something our father had yelled at me about he hugged me, and used his wings to cocoon me in. It was enough to bring a smile to my face and ever since then it had become a silly thing he had done whenever I was upset. Gods we hadn’t had a moment like that in years.

Nevertheless, my heart soared when Cassian asked me to wash his wings. I took my time to be extra careful. Grazing over sensitive areas when necessary. But appreciating every breathtaking inch of them. I didn’t miss the way one of his large wings curled over my frame that night while we lay in bed, almost as if it was its own sentient being thanking me.

“So last family dinner huh?” Azriel said as Cassian and I walked into the living room of the townhouse.

The words rolling off the Shadowsinger's tongue was enough to make my stomach hurt again. Rhysand had asked for us all to come together one last time for dinner as a family before I married Eris and moved to the Autumn Court.

Cassian hadn’t asked for updates surrounding the nuptials that would be taking place in two days time, which I was thankful for, considering I had none to give. I knew that tonight he would ask for answers, I could tell by the quiet demeanor he had all day. But I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

“Yeah I guess so,” I replied to Az as the three of us made our way to the long dining room table.

I took my usual place at the end of the table next to Azriel, Cassian sat across from me, Mor next to him and then Amren. Rhys, who always sat at the head of the table, arrived late adjusting the lapels of his jacket.

“Forgive me for being late,” he apologized, taking his seat. “I was just reading the latest reports and well-” he trailed off, not wanting to bring it up.

“What is it?” Amren demanded, leaving no room for him to avoid the question.

“Hybern’s forces are growing and there are rumors that the spring court will stand with him,” Rhys admits and my stomach plummets.

My eyes lift to Cassian’s and find him already looking at me. Worry passes between us. If the spring court has chosen to side with Hybern then we are truly outnumbered, especially if Tarquin refuses to fight. His foot brushes against mine under the table, the only comfort he’s able to offer me at the moment.

“Why would Tamlin do that?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“His father was one of Hybern’s biggest allies in the first war. My guess is that he’s trying to follow in his fathers footsteps,” Rhys turns to me.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Mor scoffed, sipping her wine.

The topic of conversation was dropped and dinner continued as usual. The boys swapped fond memories and fought over who was the true winner of last year's snowball fight. All the while I couldn’t shake what my brother had said, if the rumors are true and Tamlin joins Hybern what does that mean for the rest of us? For Cassian, who would no doubt be on the front lines.

I lift my eyes to see him and just like always I nearly have my breath taken away. He had one arm thrown over the back of his chair, the other holding a glass of wine while he laughed at something my brother had said. Cassian was so handsome when he was like this, at ease, laughing with his family. I had yet to see him in battle, but I knew that seeing him that way would be just as knee wobbling. If he was gone then what?

I looked at my family around me, the home my brother had built and fought so hard to protect. The warmth that lived here, it was something that couldn’t be put into words. It could all be gone in seconds, and then everything my brother sacrificed under the mountain? It would’ve been for nothing.

“Well I have to get back and finish some paperwork,” Rhys said, tossing his napkin on the table.

“I have some mission reports to wrap up,” Azriel said, also throwing in the metaphorical towel.

We all stood, our chairs sliding across the wooden floor with a squeak, my eyes found Cassian and I could sense that he wanted to speak to me.

“And you dear sister need to get some beauty sleep for the big day,” Rhysand said, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

I embraced him warmly, taking in every part of him. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him, or the last time I saw any of them. But with the wedding and war, everything seemed so much more precious now.

We all moseyed over to the front door where I said goodbye to Mor and Amren, as they wouldn’t be attending the wedding. I gave the townhouse one last look, taking in the warm fae lights, the plush carpets and the love that the place offered. I hoped it would be a bright light for me to remember when I would no longer be able to visit. The door closed and I swear a part of me was locked behind it.

“I’ll see you two at home,” Azriel said, he didn’t even give us a chance to say goodbye before shooting off into the sky.

“Walk with me?” I asked Cassian, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Look at that you’re taking me for walks now, what a responsible dog owner,” Cassian smirks referring to the dog comment made nearly a month ago.

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” I laugh bumping into his arm as he holds open the front gate for me.

“Never baby, never,” he laughs

Velrais was beautiful no matter what time of day or what season it was. But summer nights in Velaris had to be my favorite. While growing up I hardly ever got to leave the house, if I did it was when Rhys would sneak me out on night time flights. Often going into the city for sweets or ice cream.

Tonight was perfect. The temperature was just warm enough to merit the lilac satin I was wearing, while the breeze coming off the Sidra kept us both cool. It seemed that the whole town thought it was a perfect night. Many people opted to take their dinner and drinks on outdoor patios, a small band had brought their instruments out for children and couples to dance to, and there was a general scene of merriment everywhere. This was home.

As we got closer to the river and further from the music the breeze picked up and Cassian’s wing shot out to create a shield for me. My mouth was halfway open poised to say something when a small cry came out from behind me. Cassian whipped around to assess the danger even faster than I could, but as we both turned around all we found was a little girl, about 5 years old, running toward me, doll in hand.

“Princess! Princess!” she squealed in excitement as she came to a halt at my feet, tugging on my dress.

“Celia!” shouted a woman running towards us. By the matching black hair and blue eyes I could tell it was her mother. “Get back here this instant!”

“Don’t worry she’s alright,” I smiled towards the mother trying to offer her some reassurance.

The woman quickly halted in her tracks upon seeing my face and bent at the waist, “Your highness please forgive me,” she said quickly.

“Please, please, no bowing,” I laughed, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll have to forgive this one, she’s much faster than me,” the woman laughed nervously.

I looked down to see the little girl looking up at me with stars in her blue eyes, I bent over to pick her up using all my strength to do so.

“Sounds like she’s going to be a little warrior then,” I laugh. “You should meet my friend Cassian, he’s the general.” I say to Celia hiking her up on my hip to see Cass.

He tucked his wings in tight and wiggled his fingers at the little girl, trying to seem less intimidating. She hesitantly waved back unsure of him and then turned her gaze to me.

“You’re pretty,” she smiled, one of her tiny hands grazing my nose for emphasis.

“Why thank you. I think you’re very pretty as well Celia,” I smile at her cherub cheeks. “Tell me about your dolly,” I say looking at the porcelain doll in her arms.

“Her name's Poppy, she’s a princess too,” Celia stated proudly holding the doll up so I could see her more clearly.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you princess Poppy,” I nodded, shaking the doll's dainty hand.

“Come on Celia it’s time for bed darling,” her mother laughed.

I placed the girl down on the ground and watched her run to grab onto her mothers legs.

“Thank you princess,” she nodded to me. “General,” she nodded to Cassian.

“Of course,” I said, waving goodbye.

As I watched the two walk away hand in hand I couldn’t help but notice the warmth there and the love. At that moment I found myself missing my own mother. I looked out over the river, the calm black water drifting by as the stars sparkled over Ramiel. The distant sounds of children laughing, adults singing, music playing.

I couldn’t leave this place to chance. This beautiful home that Rhys had built, the shops and restaurants. The people who lived here peacefully and without worry.

I wouldn’t let people like Celia and her mother suffer from my selfishness.

I turned to find Cassian already staring at me expectantly, as is if he was on edge waiting for me to say something. There was a wariness to his stare that told me he knew what came next.

“Cass we need to talk,” I sigh.

I see his metaphorical hackles raise as he speaks, “No y/n, absolutely not. I won’t lose you.” he declared the heat of the argument already rising.

“There isn’t a way out Cassian. I won’t put my people at risk like that. Think of the little girls like Celia. I can’t just sit by and watch her go to the slaughter because I didn’t want to marry someone.” I argue, gesturing to the city behind him. “And what about you? Huh? You heard what Rhys said. If Tamlin is involved and we still don’t have Tarquin’s support, then where does that leave you? On the frontlines. If something were to happen to you and I had to live with the thought that I could’ve done something to stop it but didn’t, I couldn’t live with myself.”

Cassian’s fists clenched at his sides, “I would rather live with you for however long I have left then be without you y/n.” he pleaded.

His words hit like a blow as I felt tears pricking my eyes. This was the end. This beautiful, wonderful thing I had found that made me feel so alive, so loved. It was ending, and it was dying like a star. Burning bright and exploding, taking everything in its path.

“And what about them?” I gestured to the city in the distance as a cheer sounded from one of the taverns. “If I don’t marry Eris that means I’m okay with their blood on my hands Cassian. What does that make me? A monster.”

His jaw ticked, “So I’m just supposed to sit here and watch you marry him? Watch him put his hands all over you? Watch you have his fucking children!” he roared, eyes only softening when I flinched away from him.

“I’m sorry Cass, but I don’t know what to do anymore. All I know is that I want to save my people, and this is the only way I know how. The safest.” I say calmly.

Cassian steps back and looks over the water, like he can’t even face me and I don’t blame him. He takes a deep breath, seemingly collecting his thoughts and then he speaks for the last time.

“He is going to kill you from the inside out y/n. You’re going to become just like that dog in his kennels,” he grits, unable to meet my gaze. “And I won’t stick around to watch.”

He walks past me, wings nearly knocking me over.

“Cassian please,” I cry trying to reach out for him, but he’s airborne and flying gods know where before my fingers can graze his leathers.

I stand there watching him disappear into the night sky. Once he’s out of sight I swear I hear a roar so loud it rattles Ramiel. I’m left there on the edge of the river with no one but myself to wipe my tears. And I suppose I deserve that, I should’ve never kissed Cassian that night after the ball, should’ve never gone to bed with him. Should’ve never fallen in love with him.

Turns out it didn’t matter what I did, I was a monster either way.

And I sat and thought about that for a long time.

Part 9

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STAR GIRL

| Lo'ak x F!Avatar Reader |

summary: Eywa isn’t supposed to choose sides. she maintains the balance of life. so, a question arises. are you worth saving?

warnings: descriptions of injuries, sibling shenanigans, protective mama Neytiri is kinda mean, this is super long but it was necessary

notes: we’ve got a slow burn, folks

dialogue in italics is Na’vi translated to English

before chapter two

Chapter One

Five Years Later

Pandora, in all it’s beauty and mysticism, is harshly unforgiving.

The land takes as easily as it gives. The People talk about maintaining a balance. They say Eywa takes no sides.

You beg to differ.

“Come on, Y/N!” A voice, hoarse with panic, shouts.

“I’m trying! What, do you think I’m just having fun over here?” A groan breaks the tension as you pull with all of your weight.

Your human body, admittedly, is not in the best shape. It’s to be expected, considering that these days you spend more time in your Avatar than your natural form. But right now, you’re regretting not keeping up with your movement routine.

Keeping your human body healthy and mobile has proven to be the key to performing at a high level in your Avatar. The two, however separate, are deeply connected. You’ve had to learn that the hard way.

The lab door slams shut with a loud bang as you finally manage to drag your colleague inside. She’s dead weight, unconscious and bleeding heavily from a large wound in her side. You rip the oxygen masks from your face and hers, letting them fall carelessly to the floor.

Something clatters and tumbles at your back. You turn, seeing that Meg, your supervisor, has shoved everything off the nearest flat surface. She rushes to your other side and the two of you hoist Sam onto the table. Tension and anxiety are palpable between you as you both take a few seconds to catch your breath.

Your eyes rake over the form before you, catching on the rapidly growing red stain near her right hip. Silently, you both jump into action. Meg runs toward the back of the lab while you spin around to grab the closest med kit.

It pops open easily and you rifle through it, an irritated growl filling the lab as you come up empty.

“Who the hell used the last Tylenol?” You shout to no one in particular.

Supplies have been dangerously low for almost a year now. Shipments from the main lab have been coming less frequently than ever before. And when they do show up, they have half the cargo you’re used to receiving.

Survival on Pandora has always been a challenge, but now, it’s nearly impossible. Medication in particular has become so scarce, you’ve had no choice but to develop your own alternatives from the moon’s resources.

It’s a bit of a passion project, if you’re being honest. You enjoy the work. Experimenting with the incredible flora surrounding you makes the hard days worth it. Not that you’d admit that to any of your fellow scientists.

Meg comes barreling through the narrow hallway, arms filled with medical supplies. Her gaze snaps to you, still digging through the med kit. It’s obvious in the way the light—the small flicker of hope in her eyes—fades away that she knows. She knows you have nothing.

She returns to Sam’s side and begins slicing her shirt open. With another frustrated grunt, you shove the useless med kit to the side and rush to your work station. You rip open the small fridge beneath your desk, grabbing a thin vial of bright purple liquid.

Nectar from the Healing Rose plant sloshes inside as you race to the other side of your station. You only have a few of these vials stashed. The essential liquid is very hard to find. The huge flower it comes from grows in heavily wooded areas. Otherwise known as areas you and your team try to avoid at all costs.

The locals are not a particularly welcoming bunch. It’s better for everyone if humans stay far away from their territory. Which, to be fair, is all of Pandora. But there’s been an unspoken agreement since the war between humans and Na’vi nearly twenty years ago. They’ve given humans these small spaces, the labs they live and work in, and don’t interfere. They expect that you all do the same.

It’s days like these, that you wish more than anything you could just talk to them. Days like these, when one of your own accidentally gets too close and pays the price.

You glance at Meg over your shoulder, catching the moment she sees the wound for the first time. She recoils, lips twisting with disgust and sorrow. You jerk back around, pausing for a moment to let your eyes close tightly. After a single deep breath, you continue your search.

You jerk a drawer open, fingers curling around a large, prickly Dapophet leaf. In two strides you’re back at the table, moving quickly to unscrew the vial of nectar.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Meg removes one hand from where it was applying pressure to the wound, gesturing for you to stop. “We have no idea what that shit will do to her.”

She’s right. Despite the countless hours spent curating natural remedies over the last several months, none had been tested on humans. On rare occasion, you’ve tried them on your own Avatar with some success.

“What other choice do we have?” You barely recognize your own voice through the desperation.

You know it’s risky. These substances aren’t designed for humans. They’ve grown and developed on an alien moon, for its native inhabitants. Neither of which want you here.

But you’re running out of time. The neurotoxin laced arrow struck your friend nearly ten minutes ago. Her chances of survival are drastically dwindling with each passing second.

Meg gives you a hesitant nod of approval. You slide one hand beneath Sam’s head, using the other to part her lips and pour the vial of nectar into her mouth. Once you’re sure it’s gone down her throat, you move quickly to grab the Dapophet leaf.

It snaps easily between your hands, quickly coating your skin in a clear, thick goo. You waste no time in smearing it into her open wound. Several tense moments pass as you work, Meg watching in a frozen stupor from the other side of the table.

Finally, when you’ve covered the entire area, you step back. Your hands, now soiled with blood and organic matter, fall to your sides. You can only hope that the plants, both of which contain healing properties, work together to keep your friend alive.

Meg leans down tentatively, placing two fingers against Sam’s neck. After a few beats her face goes slack, eyes closing with a sigh of relief.

“She has a pulse.” She looks up at you, eyes glistening with moisture.

You fall back against a nearby work station, muscles going slack. There’s no promise she’ll survive, no guarantee she hasn’t lost any cognitive function. But for right now, you’d saved her.

For right now, Eywa was on your side.

Tiny speckles, invisible to the naked eye, dance across your vision.

You watch them twist and wiggle against the glass plate, as if trying to find a way out. The minuscule dots seem alive. They are alive. More alive than they should be. These samples, no matter how many hours spent staring at them, never cease to amaze you.

Every single piece of Pandoran flora you’ve studied shows signs of intelligence. Levels of intelligence previously unknown on a cellular level. It’s remarkable, as are most things on the moon.

You push yourself away from the microscope, running a hand down your face with a deep sigh. Exhaustion weighs heavily on your shoulders, but you can’t bring yourself to stop working. With another push, the wheels of your chair spin you in a slow circle. Your head falls back, eyes going unfocused toward the ceiling.

Another sigh fills the lab. You slowly rise to your feet, achy muscles protesting every movement. Still, you push on, making your way toward the back of the lab.

“Where ya going?” Meg doesn’t move from her position, hunched over a laptop at her own work station.

“I just need one more sample.” You say offhandedly, not even stopping to look at her as you enter the narrow hallway.

“Oh, no no.” You hear the scrape of wheels on the tiled floor and groan. Gentle hands grip your shoulders, stopping you. “We’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“Come on, Meg. I’m gonna be staring at this stuff all night.” Your plead with her, eyes darting up to meet hers.

Her face softens and she lets out a sigh, head falling forward. You both know you aren’t asking to get a sample. You’re asking for a moment of peace, a moment of reprieve from the suffocation of the lab.

Your skin feels too tight, too dry. You’re jittery, fingers twitching and legs bouncing. Despite the fact that you could fall asleep standing up, there’s a pent up energy within you that’s begging to be released.

You feel all wrong, the weakness of your human body a constant reminder that out there you’re something more. Something greater. After the day you’ve had, you just need to feel it for a little bit. You need to feel like yourself again.

“Fine, but you have to go now. A big storm is coming in.” She finally concedes and you jump up with excitement, a grin splitting your lips.

Not even five minutes later, you’re strapped into the link pod. Meg pushes a few buttons to your left before leaning over the open door.

“You have one hour. Not a minute longer. Got it?”

“Got it, chief.” You give her a mock salute and she rolls her eyes with a chuckle.

The door closes with a click, and you’re off.

A giggle bubbles in your chest as you jump over a fallen log, the ground beneath your feet bursting with light as you land deftly on the other side.

You practically skip through the dense forest, eyes locked on the earth to watch it come to life. It’s one of your favorite things about Pandora, the way every single aspect of the moon is it’s own life form. Even the ground, hard and unforgiving, is beautiful.

Your arms stretch outward as you balance on your toes and spin. The large, thick leaves surrounding you feel smooth to the touch as your fingers slide along them. A trail of light glitters in their wake, your gaze tracking it the whole way.

The sun hangs low in the sky, and you know it’s almost time to return. The thought alone makes your stomach drop with disappointment.

Without warning, something plops on the top of your head. It tilts back, a lazy smile pulling at your lips when a flurry of raindrops dot your skin. They’re cold, leaving tiny pricks of sensation along your face.

Another laugh fills the otherwise quiet forest and you spin around again. All tension melts away from your muscles and you finally relax for the first time in days. You can only last so long in your human body. You’re like a ticking bomb, stress only growing the longer you’re away from your Avatar.

Finally being out here, being free, is a much needed release. But it always has to end.

When the rain picks up, you decide it’s a good time to head to the lab. The sun is setting quickly and like Meg said, the incoming storm is supposed to be a big one. Dark clouds blanket the sky as you jog back the way you came.

Within minutes, it’s pouring. Harder than you’ve ever seen it. Huge, fat raindrops drench your clothing and fall into your eyes, making it difficult to see. Fingers swipe over your face repeatedly, but it does little to help.

A rushed pace carries you through the forest, but the earth is just as soaked as you. With each leap or duck, your balance is tested. Despite this, you break out into a sprint at the sound of thunder rolling nearby. One arm moves up to shield your face while the other bats away any foliage blocking your path.

Darkness looms overhead. The bioluminescence surrounding you isn’t nearly enough to light the way, but it’s all you have. After several minutes of frantic—and mostly blind—running, you must be close to the lab.

Your legs slide forward as you come to a halt. A pained grunt falls from your lips as you crumble into a heap on the forest floor. You look up, arm still acting as a makeshift umbrella, and freeze.

There’s nothing in front of you but dense trees.

“No, no.” You mutter, head jerking in every direction to confirm your worst fear.

“Shit!” Your panicked voice echoes through the forest.

You’ve gone the wrong way. Despite taking this path countless times, you somehow got turned around and now you’re even further from the lab. And dangerously close to Omatikaya land.

Thunder rumbles the earth beneath you, louder than before. Only a few seconds later, a bolt of lightning cracks across the sky. All you can do is watch in stunned horror as it comes right toward you. At the last moment, you duck against the mossy ground, rolling into the fetal position.

A deafening bang makes your ears ring painfully. Something cracks and splinters loudly. You peer up through your arms, eyes widening at the sight of a tree, only a few yards away, bursting with flames.

It towers higher than you can see, split in half by the impact. The heavy leaf-filled top angles toward you, quickly plummeting to the ground. You scramble upright, slipping a few times before catching your feet.

You don’t stop running for several minutes, heart slamming in your chest so hard it hurts. Trees fall, animals cry out, and rain continues to pound against your skin. For a moment you’re blinded by it all as you desperately climb to higher ground. Something snags against your ankle, easily tearing the flesh and knocking you off balance.

And just like that, you’re falling.

Breath lodges in your throat. Instinctively, your eyes squeeze shut. Your arms wrap tightly around yourself, hoping they will protect you. Your stomach flips violently as vines and branches slam into you on the way down.

Then, you land. You fall unconscious instantly, the moment your head slams against the forest floor. The surrounding area stills as animals scatter. Rain splatters over your body, limp and curled in on itself.

Nearby, a cluster of woodsprites floats serenely through the storm. They seem to take an interest in you, gently wafting in your direction. One by one they find a location to land, until your entire body is covered.

At this moment, it’s as if Eywa herself makes a decision. It’s as if Eywa herself guides your queue, as it tentatively moves to intertwine into the very earth beneath you. Another bolt of lightning strikes the ground, only feet away. The forest floor illuminates brightly, casting a beacon up toward the sky.

Your body spasms before falling limp once more.

“I’m not lying!”

Slowly, sounds of the forest filter into your ears. It’s gradual. First, everything is muffled as if you’re underwater. You wonder for a moment if you are underwater, but a shaky breath confirms the opposite. Your head lulls to the side, eyes squeezing tighter against the bright sun above.

“Isn’t that what a liar would say?”

You drift into unconsciousness again, only to be promptly reawakened as something jostles your side.

“Bro, watch where you’re going.”

“I’m serious, I know her!”

Your brow furrows with confusion as you try to piece together the conversation happening around you. So far, there are two voices. They’re speaking Na’vi, but your trained ears easily translate the words.

“What are you talking about?” A new voice asks skeptically.

“Nete, remember when we were kids, we stayed out too late and we had to tend to the Ikran for two weeks? When I saved that girl? That’s her!”

“That literally didn’t happen, Kiri.”

Kiri? No, it can’t be. You perk up slightly, willing your eyes to open. They don’t cooperate and you’re forced to listen blind.

“Shut up, idiot. It happened. And she’s right here to prove it!”

A searing pain ignites in the back of your head as you jerk to the side again.

“You were just having one of your episodes, spacing out and telling stories like always.”

A growl that sounds distinctly like a warning cuts the steadily building tension. “Lo’ak.”

There’s a quiet scoff before silence falls over the group. You realize then that you’re laying in something. It’s huge and rough against your skin, and shelters you from the ground as you’re dragged against it. You wiggle your fingers, but immediately stop as pain shoots up your arm. One of the voices grunts and you’re jostled again.

“Her clothes are weird.” Another new, younger voice chimes in, breaking the silence.

“Dad is going to kill us. I don’t even know why we’re bringing her back.”

“She’s hurt.”

“She’s a Dream Walker. Oh, Eywa. You’re dealing with mom.”

As quickly as you’d come to, you fade away again.

You’re like nothing he’s ever seen before.

The structure of your face is not entirely Na’vi, but not outwardly human. He can tell, even with them closed, that your eyes are too small for your face. Your nose, although covered in bioluminescent freckles like others in his clan, is narrower than it should be.

Even from his position across the tent, he notes the small hairs that frame your brow bone. His soft gaze trails from your face to the slow rise and fall of your chest before finally catching on your hands.

You look like him. Like his dad.

Demon blood. Half-breed. Freak.

Avatar.

The Avatar program is something he knows of only in stories. A long forgotten mission that ended before his birth. He’s heard countless tales of his dad’s time as a Dream Walker, but it’s the stuff of legend. Not reality.

They aren’t supposed to be here anymore.

Aside from the few scientists who stayed behind after the war against the sky people, he’s never met another Avatar. He’s definitely never met one his age. When she patched you up, his grandmother and Tsahik of his clan, Mo’at, estimated you to be around twenty. Or, your Avatar to be twenty.

His lips purse in thought as he wonders what your human form might look like. How old you really are. And if it—

His back straightens at the sound of stirring across the tent. It’s the first movement you’ve made in hours. He’s instantly rigid, muscles taunt as he swiftly draws his bow.

Pain is the first thing registered when your consciousness drags itself to the surface. A groan fills the quiet space, limbs twisting to test your range of movement. First, wiggling your fingers feels okay. Moving your arms is tolerable. Your legs, however, are nothing but razor sharp soreness.

Your eyes peel open slowly, fluttering a few times as they adjust. They’re met with darkness. Not true darkness, but the in-between twilight you’ve grown to expect from Pandora. Whatever you’re laying on is firm. With a wince, you shove your elbows into the stiff surface. It takes several seconds to muster the strength to push yourself upright.

By the time you’re finally semi-vertical, you nearly fall back down at the sight before you.

A tiny, startled gasp fills the tent. The shaky inhale is barely perceptible, but his ears twitch at the sound. The way your chest rises and falls quickly stirs something within him. He feels a tug in his chest as he watches your eyes widen with fear.

Slowly, he lowers the bow.

His eyes never leave yours as he peels one hand away from the weapon. His thumb presses into the microphone wrapped tightly around his throat.

“She’s awake.”

You try counting your heartbeats. They’re way too fast, but you can’t seem to catch your breath. Despite instinct telling you to take in as much of your surroundings as possible, you can’t look away from the man in front of you.

His stare is hard to read. It’s cold, but curious. Harsh, yet rimmed with softness and depth. His large yellow eyes don’t waver from yours. He’s lowered his weapon, but it still sits at the ready across his lap.

Not more than a minute later, a whole hoard of Na’vi file into the room. You begrudgingly tear your gaze away, attention briefly jumping to each newcomer.

First there is a woman, slender and graceful in the way she moves. She regards you with a snarled lip and hard glare. A man follows closely behind, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He tips his chin in scrutiny as his eyes rake down your form. A child hovers at his side. She avoids you entirely, her face smooshed against his thigh.

A girl is next, and when you see her, your back stiffens with recognition. It’s Kiri. The girl who saved you all those years ago. She’s older, of course, but those large kind eyes are unmistakable. Your heart rate skyrockets once again.

So, you weren’t hallucinating earlier. She was part of the group that brought you here. Your gaze flits back toward the others in the tent, wondering if the voices you heard belong to them.

The final figure steps into the tent, and a swallow catches in your throat. You choke and sputter out a few coughs, all eyes snapping in your direction. Your hand moves up to soothe the spasming muscles and you offer what is hopefully a friendly smile.

After your encounter with Kiri nearly five years ago, you’d become obsessed with the Omatikaya people. Every moment of free time has been spent studying them. Their culture, beliefs, language, and traditions. You’d researched until your eyes crossed with exhaustion and still, it wasn’t enough.

Your favorite story was that of Jake Sully. Human turned Dream Walker turned Toruk Makto. The current Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya people. A widely revered warrior who guided the Na’vi to victory in their war against the humans two decades ago.

And he’s kneeling right in front of you.

“What’s your name?” He speaks in English, voice surprisingly tender.

You realize he’s just assumed you don’t understand Na’vi, but you don’t mind keeping it that way.

Your mouth opens and shuts for several long beats. If you’re being honest, you’re a bit starstruck. This guy is a legend. A fierce leader. You’ve read so many things about him, even watched some of his early video logs.

You finally manage to squeak out your name quietly, throat dry and hoarse.

He nods encouragingly and adjusts his weight beside the bed. “What are you doing here?”

That’s the golden question, isn’t it? You know what he means, though. He isn’t talking about your presence on the moon. He wants to know why you were on his land.

“I was…” You spare a glance toward the room, but instantly jerk your attention back to Jake at the sea of judgemental eyes staring back. “I just got caught in the storm.”

“You from a lab?” A simple nod is your response, to which he hums under his breath. “Which one?”

“Ma Jake…” The woman behind him suddenly hisses in warning.

As he stands and turns to face her, you take a moment to look closer. You realize she is Neytiri, wife of Jake Sully. She’s fiercely beautiful, a dangerous sense of confidence oozing from her firmly squared shoulders. She’s a formidable force, with a fearsome reputation rivaling her husband’s.

“You know she won’t survive the night on her own.” He speaks quickly in Na’vi, a tired sigh leaving his lips as if he knows how she will react.

She hisses with displeasure, head jerking in your direction although her hard stare doesn’t leave him. “That is not our problem. Demons are not allowed in this place.”

“Sweetheart, she’s a scared child. Look at her. What kind of damage could she do in one night?”

“All they do is damage. She will find a way.”

Your gaze shifts away from the pair as they continue bickering. First, you find Kiri’s eyes. She holds your stare for a few seconds, hers swimming with recognition and something else. Something darker. She crosses her arms tightly and looks away with a frown.

Your brow pinches at her curious reaction, but you try not to take it personally as your attention moves to the two older boys flanking Neytiri’s sides. One of them clearly resembles her. They share the same slender build, down to the delicate structure of their faces.

You realize quickly that these must be their children. It would explain the way Kiri’s physique resembles an Avatar’s more than a native, considering Jake’s genes. A quick glance at the other Na’vi in the tent confirms that one of the older boys shares your Avatar traits as well.

The Na’vi on Neytiri’s other side is a spitting image of Jake. He’s still looking at you. You can feel it. Can feel the burn of his gaze as it tracks every one of your slight movements. Your eyes meet his, breath hitching at the intense heat behind his stare.

You have to look away after only a few moments. For some reason, your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest. With your attention now on the floor, you tune back in to the conversation still going on around you.

“I’ve made up my mind.”

“Ma Jake…” Neytiri reaches for him, but he silences her with a shake of his head.

“It is decided. Neteyam, you will—”

An irritated scoff fills the tent, and all eyes swivel to the boy who moments ago held your attention. Jake drops his chin, brow raising in silent challenge.

“What? I didn’t watch her hard enough?”

He knows it’s immature, but he can’t help the resentment that swells inside his chest. Neteyam, the perfect son. Neteyam, the perfect soldier. He never fails to get exactly what he wants. And him? He’s always left in the shadow of his older brother’s greatness.

“Lose the attitude, Lo’ak.” Jake simply frowns at him before moving on.

Lo’ak. You repeat the syllables in your mind several times. His name is Lo’ak.

“As I was saying. Neteyam, you will show her where to sleep. Understood?”

The boy, Neteyam, nods without hesitation. “Yes, sir.”

“Such bullshit.” Lo’ak mutters, mostly to himself.

“Take that tone again and you’re grounded for a week. You read me?” Jake’s voice sharpens to a hard edge you haven’t yet heard. He points a threatening finger in his son’s direction, brow creasing with displeasure.

Lo’ak’s ears flatten against his head as it lowers under the weight of the admonishment.

“Yes, sir.” He grits the words out, jaw tense.

Finally, Jake turns his attention back to you. He clears his throat, casting one last weary glance toward his family. “You can stay here for the night. In the morning, we will help you find your way home. My son, Neteyam, will show you where to sleep.”

You nod appreciatively, nervous to look away from him. His gaze is kind, unlike the rest of your visitors. “Thank you.”

With that, everyone starts to disperse. Kiri’s eyes linger on you for a fleeting moment as she guides the youngest from the tent. You test your limbs again, cringing against the intense soreness of overworked muscles. It feels like you’ve run three marathons back to back.

Just as you wobble shakily to your feet, Neytiri speaks again.

“Neteyam,” He turns to look at her, finding her hard stare pointed directly at you. “Watch her. I don’t trust these demons.”

He nods in understanding and gestures for you to leave the tent. You swallow down the remaining uncertainty and follow his lead. Exhaustion pulls at your insides, so strong you could fall asleep where you stand. You have no choice but to accept Jake’s offer.

The second your Avatar falls asleep, you’ll wake up in your human body anyway. The sooner that happens, the sooner you can assure Meg that you’re fine. And try to convince her not to kill you.

Neteyam moves quickly through the village. You keep your gaze trained on the ground, because you know the second you take in the vastness of Home Tree, you won’t be able to sleep. The scientist within you will demand that you spend the night studying the massive structure.

Your tired muscles struggle to keep up as he weaves through tents and hallowed out alcoves. He doesn’t glance back once, simply expecting that you’ll still be there behind him. There’s movement in your peripheral vision and you know that people are staring. You just keep your head down and stay as close to Neteyam as possible.

You follow him up two levels of branches, finally landing on a large canopy of hammocks. At least a hundred intricately woven hanging beds wind all the way around the tree’s massive trunk. Neteyam points toward one wordlessly as you struggle to catch your breath beside him. He’s completely composed, not the least bit taxed by the journey.

Your eyes fall closed, and after a deep breath of courage you leap from the branch into a hammock. The whole thing sways and you desperately hang on, freezing on your hands and knees. Once it settles, you slowly and carefully lay down, shakily falling into a tense position on your back.

“Thank…” When you turn, he’s gone. “You.”

A sigh leaves your lips. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. You know you aren’t welcome here, and the only reason you have a safe place to sleep is that Jake Sully was once like you. If he wasn’t the Olo’eytkan, you’d be dead already.

Within seconds your heavy eyelids fall closed. You’re so exhausted, you couldn’t keep them open if you tried. You hope Meg won’t be too mad at you, the last thought that crosses your mind as you fade in and out of consciousness.

Only a breath later, you fall into a restless sleep.

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“People who value any aspect of creation would do well not to pit gods against one another.”

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.”

“Then perish.”

“I have been through Hell and come out singing.”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”

“Do you think God stays in Heaven because He too lives in fear of what He created?”

“To become god is the loneliest achievement of all.”

“You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.”

“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”

“Impudent of you to assume that I will meet a mortal end.”

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”

“Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.”

“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.”

“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”

“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“We deserve a soft epilogue, my love.”

“We are the timeline that God has abandoned.”

“Pick a Hell and rot there.”

“Every day we stray further from God’s light.”

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

“I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”

“The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math.”

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight as I always have.”

“I am a monument to all your sins.”

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.”

“You’re rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, my friend.”

“The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.”

“I don’t believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me.”

“God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.”

“The fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us.”

“I’ve got a date with destiny, and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss.”

“Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.”

“To sit still is to submit to a god who cannot stand to see such power in potentia mere inches from realizing itself and overcoming him.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“…but sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden.”

“In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.”

“…For they are a scoundrel and a foul beast of fields untouched by green.”

“Do you not think that Satan, too, has some affection for the inhabitants of Hell?”

“Does poetry flourishing even in the cracks and grime of the world devalue its beauty? Is the divine rendered plain when it becomes commonplace? Would you have the sublime subjected to the gatekeeping of a self-serving elite? Better it should be used and misused as us absurd commoners see fit.”

“Lock your doors and windows. God will forgive your absence.”

“I stand here, a fool of my own making.”

“Canon is but the sandbox in which I strike lightning to form glass. Trouble me no more with your quibbling and quorums, lest I grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend.”

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

“’It’s not that deep.’ Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.”

“Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.”

“Some things don’t belong on this plane of existence and the universe conspires to correct that.”

“Weird is a prerequisite to all things good and entertaining.”

“The sunrise has never caught me sleeping.”

“People are trying to be right no matter how wrong they are, I am here, accepting my primal desires.”

“Swear all you want, but the gods have shut their ears.”

“Tis the nature, curse, and cure of humanity to be forever attracted to the abyss.”

“If you hit a mole over the head for long and hard enough, eventually it learns to mind its own beeswax. Keep whacking.”

“If we built a tower of Babel, in this day and age, no one would stop us. We would build, and build, and one day inevitably breach the gates of heaven. And we would send in a probe, and then an exploratory team, clad in hazmat suits and protective gear, to enter the gates, and lo! before them would be a great, winding mass, a crumbling chitinous mountain range, a swooping winding wormous cavern, pale and sickly and turned to dust. And we will understand why no one stopped us: it will be the exoskeleton of God.”

“I must make time fear me most.”

“My third eye is open but damn it needs a monocle.”

“Some sins follow us, trotting along and planting themselves in dark corners, high shelves, gathering dust like a forgotten potted ficus, forever a part of the inner scenery of our minds. They thrive there. In the dark. Knowing we will someday stumble in. This is why ‘tis unwise to explore the inner chambers of our souls.”

“Ideals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon.”

“I shall dig my very own shallow grave. Onward.”

“Confidence! A fool’s substitute for intelligence!”

“Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead.”

“Our paths may have crossed briefly, but you’ve still had the misfortune of knowing me.”

“What’s a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end.”

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain.”

“War allows us to dress our monsters up as saviors, and many would say I’m one of those monsters.”

“You haven’t learned anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding.”

“In the future, you will stand at the grave of God which I dug, weeping, and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death, but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury.”

“I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make God cry.”

“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.”

“Here’s the thing about a haunted forest: it’s not going to haunt itself.”

“Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.”

“I shall use your voice for violin string and serenade your widow.”

“If God had wanted you to live he would not have created me.”

“I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.”

“If I cannot bend heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“Remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the Devil, eventually he may answer.”

"No one of honor is interred here. The dead are raw materials, and nothing more."

"That there is a feller what sat down on a snake in the grass one day, and it ain't crawled outta his asshole yet."

"Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell."

"All these moments will be lost in time; like tears, in the rain."

"To feel sorrow is to deserve peace."

"No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

"There is no light at the end of this tunnel; so it's a good thing we brought matches."

"The answer to despair is action."

"You'll be reduced down to a single atom when I'm done with you."

"What's at the end of a million? Zero, zero, zero; big old hole, with a wall around it. That's all a bank is, you know: a great big old hole you throw money into, and all it ever seems to do is make the walls higher."

"Always strive to eat the stars."

"Why would you want to savor the taste of poison?"

"The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all."

"It is better to die standing than to live kneeling."

"The anger in your heart warms you now, but it will leave you cold in your grave."

"Darkness without light is an abyss; light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side."

"We can't have faith for everybody."

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you won."

"To rend one's enemies is to view them as objects: hollow of existence and meaning."

"Your soul sparks with a nonsense that makes this world bearable."

"He ain't one of the creatures God made."

“The unconscious hides in a language like a thief hides a diamond in a chandelier.”

“I just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones I ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun.”

“I pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small.”

“That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.”

“If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.”

“Stupid should hurt.”

“do you think god is nuclear. do you think you cannot look upon deities the same way you cannot look at the center of a mushroom cloud. do you think the energy generated from fission is released from divine clutches. do you think that god exists in the space between the nucleus and the electrons and in the bonds of compounds and in the numbers on the page that got us there. do you think radiation is a warning. do you think it is an eraser. do you think it is wrath or a mistake or a byproduct of entropy. do you think god is plasma, where electrons are wherever you want them to be. do you think that we were supposed to find this out.”

“If you aren’t worthy enough to pull the sword, be strong enough to lift the stone.”

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“Despite everything, its still you.”

“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less it will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”

“My mother says kissing a man without a mustache is like eating eggs without salt.”

“A character is a ghost, a story is what it haunts.”

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”

“The gods did not breathe the breath of life into us and give us gifts of a shape, a will, and a voice just so we could pay bills and die”

“you gotta have friends who are older than you, not because you’re a dumb kid, but because you’ll be terrified of growing up otherwise.”

“you’ve made me so hard i beg for softness”

“Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you.”

“Being able to endure something does not equal an obligation to withstand it.”

“To live is to haunt.”

“I am a chewy rubber Polly Pocket skirt and God is a four year old girl.”

“The big picture is made up of brush strokes, fool.”

“Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.”

“these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant”

“The board is getting dusty but the boogeyman has not yet blinked. when he does, you better make that move.”

“And when we kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us.

“What makes a man a warrior is his willingness to place himself between what he holds dear and anything that threatens it. This is the way.”

“The anchor gives the ship the world to love.”

“In a society where adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

“You pretended to be the hero of a story you never saved.”

“this world is a banquet of knowledge and each of us has brought a dish to the table.”

“This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving.”

“The ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than you’ll ever be.”

“May the only thing that dampens the flames of hell for you be God spitting in your face.”

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