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to-the-stars8 · 6 months

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Twin Flames

Asra x MC Summary: The final argument that results in Asra leaving, and you all alone.

“There is a ship leaving in an hour,” Asra said, eyes panicked and pleading. “Come with me, it is all I'll ever ask of you again. For me.”

At one point, Asra could have asked you for the world, and you would have given it to him. Now, as you looked at him, you decided not. There had been too many lonely nights thinking over the same broken promise, and you would not fall deeper into his pit of distant love.

Yet, you knew that, if you came to it, there would be no worry. Asra would take care of you, and the two of you could lay under a tree in a foreign land in each other's arms. You felt dread at the thought. It was a tragedy that all the hope in the beginning had come down to disappointment and frustration. It exhausted you, wearing your mind thin. As it did his. You could see it, the way the weight of your distance and separate desires carried him down.

Sucking in a breath and averting your eyes, you listened to the silence of the city. It once bloomed with excitement, and it had been so loud that it made you feel alive. Then, the plague had swept through so fast, killing it. It made you want to stay despite your love’s cries to run. Whether you desired to save the constant excitement so you would feel a little less alone, or the good nature you liked to think you had, you did not wish to know.

“Leave if you must,” You said. “But do not ask this of me.”

Asra’s eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to acknowledge them. He shook his head. “Please, you have to—For me. You forget that you promised to always be with me.”

Anger tore through you. He dared to say that when he left you alone so often. Scoffing, you stepped away from him as you were afraid of what your rage would make you do. You began to cry, and a thousand curses passed through your mind. You wanted to hate Asra, to be able to cast him aside, but he had loved you so well and deeply despite the shortcomings.

“You—” You sucked in a breath. “You cannot expect me to uphold a promise you never kept.”

“I have asked for your forgiveness a thousand times, and will do so a thousand more if you wish.” Asra looked ready to beg on his hands and knees. “You must come. People here are dying like flies, and will die before I let you suffer the same!”

“Then I hope we burn on the same pile of bodies so we will never part again,” The words did not feel like yours. They were heavier, darker.

You regarded one another silently before Asra could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the couch, head in hand. You did not move toward him.

“Please,” Asra whispered. “For me.”

“You are selfish,” You said.

Asra looked like a kicked dog, but your sorrow and anger would not allow any pity. No, you almost felt justified to hurt him, as nasty as it felt to admit. Either way, he did not deny your words. “You are not the only person in this city. I can help people here—I have the means to.”

Asra stood again, rushing to you with arms out and palms up, confused. “And what then, hm? If you find the cure do you think Lucio would let you be regarded as the hero?”

“No! How can you not understand?” You faced him now, eye to eye. “These are our friends! People that have been part of our lives for years—”

“Damn them all! None of them matter if they are not you,” He cried, grabbing at you desperately.

“You would say that of Muriel? ” You yelled.

Asra scoffed before turning his back on you. On his shoulders Faust curled tight around him, unused to her master’s anger and yours. “You know I did not mean that. I have offered for Muriel to come with us, but he is safe outside the walls of the city.”

You did not wish to say he was right, so you quieted. Wiping your eyes, you let your anger finally resolve and reach for him. When your hand met his shoulder, Asra jerked away, eyes turning to narrow onto you.

“Asra,” You said. “I am going to stay. Leave, it will give me comfort to know that you are safe. My heart will always be with you. Please know that.”

His face was like stone. Unchanged from the hate that was plastered on his face from the moment he turned to you.

“I wish I had never met you,” Asra gritted out before rushing out the shop door.

Your love for Asra gnawed painfully at your stomach. It yearned to call out for him. Beg for his forgiveness. Forgive me, you wanted to say. Forgive me for the choices I want to make, and do not hate me for it.

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at the door. Though, by the time your senses had returned the night had turned into day by then, an orange hue coming into the shop through the stained glass window.

Still, you did not move as the sun's rays poured into your corner of the world. Compared to before, it seemed so small. Almost suffocatingly so. And, now the shop was quieter than you thought possible.

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gemini-sensei · 3 months

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Thinking about Blue Beetle protecting the city from a big bad guy. The fight gets a little out of hand but Jaime is managing to keep the villain at bay. People are screaming and running away, avoiding debris and shrapnel from he fight.

Then Jaime sees Reader, a young mom with a toddler in her arms trying to run away. Carrying her baby makes it harder to run fast but her main goal is obviously to protect her child. However, his opponent is destroying everything around them and the mother and child duo are put in harms way as other civilians run ahead of her.

So naturally, Jaime flies to them and makes a huge shield to protect them from the debris falling. Once it's over, Reader thanks him profusely. She is in tears holding her toddler daughter, who is screaming and crying, to her chest. He tells her it's no big deal before picking her up and flying her to safety. There's not a lot of time for chit chat before he's gone and fighting again.

However, even after the fight is over, he still remembers Reader and her child, and he wants to make sure they're okay. So he searches to crowd of cheering civilians for her and the upset child. They're no there, which in hindsight is a good thing. They didn't need to be around, in danger.

In the days after the attack, Reader makes a thank you video with her daughter and posts it on Instagram. She almost cries again as her daughter giggles plays with a toy. Until she sees her mother's tears and tries wiping them away.

"No cry, mama."

"It's okay, baby girl. Mama's okay." She points to her phone camera and says, "Can you say: thank you, Blue Beetle?"

Her daughter gives a grin, showing off her two teeth. "Tank ooo, Blue!"

She calls the hero that saved her and her mama Blue because she can't say Beelte just yet. Blue just so happens to be her favorite color, evident by the pretty Blue outfit she wears in the video.

Jaime comes across the video and smiles, happy that they're safe. He wants to say something but doesn't quite know what to say. He can't very well give himself away on the internet. So he stays quiet but follows her account, feeling inclined to protect the pair despite not really knowing them.

Idk where this could go but I love this concept 😍

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lunamochii · 1 year

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Need you close to me || EPILOGUE

content warning; age up Neteyam!, adult Neteyam!, smut!, overstimulation, f1nger1ng, neteyam being dom. Fluff at the end!

author’s note will be at the end of the story!

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“Now say cheese!”

You said and did a hand peace sign, the camera click and you hurriedly went to check the photo and saw Neteyam is looking at you with a smile on his face

“Neteyam! I told you to look at the camera!”

“But why? I always want to look at you.”

You laugh and gave him a kiss on the cheek, ever since you became one of the people and those events that have happened, you’ve been doing your best to put it all behind you. You still visit Norm and Max even though Norm teases you by calling Max ‘daddy’ what can you do? He was a father figure to you.

“Something on your mind?”

Neteyam ask as he wrap his arm around your waist, he was so happy when his grandmother decided to train you to become the future tsahik. It also help you to forget those awful events.

“It’s just.. it’s been months now after all that. Time flies so fast”

You replied and he hum as a response and pulled you towards him, you guys are on your usual spot just looking up at the stars. You really do find comfort being with him. Although you feel bad that you left him for years, not like you have any choice

“Say ma Neteyam, what did you do during those years that I wasn’t here?”

You ask him and you felt him tense, his grip on you tightened

“It was pure torture. I don’t even have the slightest idea on how you’re doing. Were you eating well? Were you doing good? Is your health recovering? Did you… did you already find someone and decided not to come back..”

You turn to look at him and caress his face, he press his hand over yours and close his eyes

“The moment I saw you.. the day that I have been dreaming. I was so happy that I wanted to take you away but thay bastard just had to pull you away from me. The thought of you having someone already pained me. It killed me seeing you being so close with that man.”

Neteyam look into your eyes and he put his hands on your face as he lean his forehead to yours

“I can’t imagine a world without you by my side, Y/N. You are the love of my life. I love you so much.”

You didn’t even notice that you’re crying already and Neteyam hushes you as he wipe your tears away. Kissing it away as he made you sit on his lap, your hands resting on his chest as you sob

“Hush now my love. We are together now. Nothing can separate us.”

Neteyam kiss the crown of your head as you both decided to stay there and just come back early in the morning.

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“You look beautiful..”

Kiri was in awe on how pretty you are and you smiled at her, she have helped you to get ready for tonight’s event. Letting your hair flow freely behind you, no braids in sight. She also put a flower on the side of your ear.

You wore a top that is decorated by jewels, wearing the finest silk for your loincloth. It was a gift from Neytiri.

“Thank you Kiri, I just hope he will like it..”

“Oh sister.. he will! Knowing my brother he might just jump at you”

You blush at what she said and Kiri laugh as you both decided to go out from the hut. The walk towards the tree of soul took long, you felt your entire system shutting down any moment due to how nervous you are.

When you were just mere steps away, you saw Neteyam chatting with Lo’ak. They haven’t notice you and Kiri, you can hear them laughing and it was Lo’ak who notice you first and he immediately nudge his brother

Neteyam’s eyes landed on you and his breath hitches. Kiri grin seeing her brother’s reaction and push you towards him

“Now it’s time for us to go! Remember kids, do not be loud!”

“Lo’ak!”

Neteyam shouted and Lo’ak together with Kiri run away, laughing. He let out a sigh and turn to look at you. Your hand rubbing your arm, can’t even form a single sentence. You felt his touch and it made you gasp

“May I?“

He ask and you nodded. He lean down and press a soft kiss, he pulled away and smile at you

“You look amazing. Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous and—“

“I get it! Please… I’m already nervous as fuck!”

Neteyam can’t help but laugh as he hug you, you hug him back and when the both of you let go. He held your hand and guided you deeper. You look at your surroundings and love how everything is so bright, you can see his back properly and even admire the scars that adorned his body. He have shared with you that he got it all from fighting the sky people. The same race where you came from but you quickly brush it off because right now, you are one of the people. You are a child of Eywa now and tonight..

“I see you, Y/N…”

Neteyam held your hand and kiss it.

“I see you, Neteyam”

He smiled and he slowly grab his braid not breaking a eye contacy on you, you breath in and then exhaled as you grab yours. You felt him squeeze your hand, his eyes searching for any discomfort on you

Slowly you two brought together your queue and form a tsaheylu. You gasp as you close your eyes, your ears laying flat, your tail swishing behind you. Feeling the touch of Neteyam on your face made you open your eyes

“Y/N..”

You bit your lip and nodded as he close the gap between you, his hands on your waist as he lick your lip asking for an entrance, you let him in and you moan between the kisses. He guided you both to crouch down as he tap your thigh lightly, wanting you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

His fingers traces shapes on your back as you try to keep up with his rhythm. You pulled away to breathe and Neteyam trail his kisses down to your neck and softly bites on the skin leaving hickeys

“ma Neteyam…”

You moan and he let out a groan as he caress your hips. You can already feel the growing bulge and the urge to rub him is slowly eating you. Sensing your needs he pulled away and grab one of your hand that is on his shoulder

“Do it. Do whatever you want, my love”

You nod and pulled away a bit enough to get rid of his garment and there you saw his aching cock. Pre-cum already oozing out from his tip

Neteyam moan out your name when your hand touch his cock, he let out a hiss when you start to rub him up and down. He remove your top and decided to suck on one your nipples making you cry out. Feeling way too good, your hand moves faster and Neteyam stop sucking on your breast as he bury his face on the crook of your neck

“Fuck! Hmpf! ma Y/N! I’m cumming!”

“Let it all out, ma Teyam..”

Neteyam’s hands balled into fist as he moan loudly and all his cum spurt out, some getting on your chest area. You were breathing heavily as you stare at your hand that is covered by his cum

“Sorry, it felt way too good..”

“Don’t apologize. You did great, love.”

Neteyam hum and kiss you. You pulled away and stood up making your bond with him disconnected, he was about to say something when you remove your loincloth and reveal your wetness, you look at him. Eyes begging.

“Care to help me out?”

“Gladly”

Neteyam grin and put his hand on your thigh as he inhaled your scent, he open his mouth and let his tongue rolled out and lick your clit. It made you flinch as he did it very slow

“Don’t tease…”

“I’m not? Hm, move closer”

He grip your thigh and you did as what he told you to. You’re practically hovering over his mouth as he starts to devour you. You can feel his tongue inside and it made you moan loud. Louder than his. You scream his name as he flick his tongue inside, slapping your thighs making you feel good more.

Your slick slid at the side of his mouth as he pulled away and inserted two fingers, he look up at you and saw you looking at him with lidded eyes. He lick your clit while fingering you and it sent you to cloud9. You played with your breast as you started grinding on his mouth and Neteyam moan at your movement.

“Ohhh cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Cum into my mouth.”

You shut your eyes as he move his fingers faster and his tongue. You let out a cry before squirting and cumming on his mouth. You heard him gulp and slurp as you felt your knees weakened, he let you lay sideways on his lap, spreading your legs he began to finger you again

“Please! I’m too sensitive— fuck!”

“Gotta loosened you, love. Don’t wanna hurt you..”

“Neteyam! Hmmp!”

You squirm and your second release was out of you, he bend down and kiss you on the lips as he insert another finger and your hands grip tight on his. You want to scream but he won’t let you. He wants to fuck the shit out of you. He wants to see you drunk on his cock.

He grab his braid again and reach out to grab yours and form the bond again. You manage to pull away from the kiss and cry out, tears trailing down to your face as you beg him

“No more please! I can’t t-take it anymore!”

“This is just the third time, c’mon, I know you can do it.”

He kiss your tears away and move his fingers faster and harder, your toes curling as yo scream and squirted again on his fingers. He let out a chuckle and pulled away and take his fingers into his mouth and lick it. You watch it happened as you brought your hands on his face, he pulled out his fingers as he kisses you.

You sat up and he help you position yourself to his cock, he kiss both of your nipples before wrapping his arms on your waist, his tail wrapping your thigh as he slowly lowered you down.

The both of you have gone through hell and deserves whatever happens today onward. As the stars shines brightly on the night sky, you two mated before Eywa.

“I love you”

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BONUS PART

“Neteyaaaammmm!!!”

You scream and the man hurriedly ran towards you, you angrily huff and drop the basket full of fish.

“What happened you are gonna stay close to me, huh?!”

Neteyam can only laugh as he walk towards you and kiss your cheeks before carrying the basket. You rolled your eyes and walk ahead of him. Minutes later you two got back and a child came running to you

“Mama! Uncle Lo’ak said his gonna take me for a ride!”

Your daughter, Nayla, she’s your first born. The fruit of your first time with Neteyam.

“Dear, it’s dangerous. Also, your uncle Lo’ak is busy.”

Just after you said Lo’ak came, carrying a basket full of fruits.

“C’mon Y/N! Say yes! Also, I’m not busy.”

Rolling your eyes you turned to your mate and Neteyam cleared his throat

“Brother, Nayla is still 4 years old. What if she moves too much and something happens?”

“As if I would let that happen! Nayla is my precious niece! Plus, Kiri or Tuk isn’t here to snatch her away from me. So please can I have this moment with her?”

Neteyam look at you and you just let out a sigh, both Lo’ak and Nayla cheered and before they can go, Lo’ak handed you the baskey his mother wants you to have

“Come on, let’s put this things down”

You nodded and followed Neteyam, the both of you got inside and you quickly sat down while softly massaging your back. Neteyam notices you and decided to tidy everything later as he sit down beside you

He rub your growing belly and you can’t help but smile. You two are bless again by Eywa with a second child. You couldn’t ask for more with the help of Norm you guys have also found out that it’s a boy. Imagine how Neteyam was overjoyed.

“So what are we gonna name him?” He ask

“Hmmm I’m thinking Geor—“

Neteyam quickly covered your mouth and you glared at him

“I think it’s a good idea, I will name our child. Again..”

You slap his hand away and cock your eyebrows

“What? I still think Lydia is a good name”

Neteyam mentally facepalm. He remembered when his mother heard what name you want to give your daughter, Neytiri whispered to him that his father also wanted to name him names basing on what sky people knows

“Baby you name your ikran ‘muffin’ “

You was laugh remembering how Neteyam was so shock learning what you named your ikran, though Jake was proud. You clearly remembered Neteyam and Neytiri rolling their eyes

“Fine fine! Let’s just not think about it for now.”

Neteyam nodded and let your head rest on his shoulder, he played with your hands before whispering

“I love you, ma Y/N. Thank you for giving birth to Nayla and carrying our second child. I’m the happiest Na’vi alive..” he whispered and kiss the crown of your head. It made you smile as you close your eyes

“I love you too, ma Teyam. I’m also the happiest na’vi alive.”

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gingerlurk · 4 months

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 10: The Confessional

Din Djarin x f!Reader

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Summary: Din takes care of you. And you both expose more of yourselves than you intend.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, more blood and injuries, but we’re healing. Reader is upset about being blinded. Anxiety attack described. Involuntary(ish) voyeurism. Deeply earnest.

A/N: As promised, some tender stuff. Thank you for spending your time with these two characters that I have fallen hard for.

A low groan signals you’re coming to. Thank the Worlds, Din thinks, and leans up to give reassurance.

‘Hey, y—’

You give a panicked shriek, confusion and terror lacing your voice as you thrash your head from side to side. Two fists pummel at Din’s chest as he tries to hold your convulsing figure. You arch your back before trying to lurch upwards.

‘Sssh, sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay,’ he urges. ‘You’re okay.’

‘Get off me!’ you snarl. ‘I’ll fucking kill you.’ Hands seek out pressure points, jabbing into Din’s armour and making you yelp in pain. Your sudden movement causes the seal on your middle to tear open, blood bubbles from the wound.

‘Listen, gods listen! You have to stop.’ He says your name. ‘You’re with me.’

You’re weakened from the freeze, so he catches hold of your fingers easily, stopping your attempts at needling him. He holds your hands away from him as gently as he can. You just start whispering no, no, no in a voice so forlorn Din trembles.

‘Cyar’ika…’ he speaks over your pleas. ‘Cyar’ika, please. It’s me. It’s Din.’

He murmurs reassurances as you slowly come to stillness, just your chest rising and falling a little too fast and your eyes darting back and forth.

‘Wha—Din?’ you ask.

‘Mando, I mean,’ he swallows, tightens his hands on yours just a little. ‘Din is… Din is my actual name. Din Djarin. And you’re on the Crest. You’re safe.’

‘Oh. Din Djarin,’ you whisper. He’ll save thinking about how that makes him feel for later.

You pause.

‘Why’s it dark?’

‘That is--’ he sighs. ‘Do you remember being put into the carbon freeze?’

Din let’s go of your hands as you raise them to your eyes, moving them in front of your vision. ‘I’m blind.’ He hears the tears pressing on your words.

‘It will not last.’

‘I’ve heard—’

‘On old ships with off-market tech and tainted carbonite – this was a Class H job. And your eyes were closed when you went in, shielding them from the worst of it. Your sight will return, I swear.’

You start to lower your hands and then give a pained groan.

‘Oh fuck, everything hurts.’

‘We will deal with it, cyar’ika. Just be brave for a little longer.’

‘I will count from three, okay?’

‘Yup, okay.’

‘Three, two, now…’ A hiss and a sizzling sound fills the air. You swear you’re being sawed in half.

‘Fuuuck!’ Your hand flies up and lands a vice grip on the first thing in reach, a warm firm mass that jolts under your palm.

The Mandalorian grunts and shifts forward slightly, draws the smoking device across your shredded muscle. It knits and seals across itself as the laser moves.

‘Easy, I have you. Almost there.’

You hiss an affirmative and screw your sightless eyes shut against tears, huffing deep breaths and sinking your nails into whatever you’re holding onto.

‘There,’ he murmurs, lifting his hands away and capping the nozzle, fumbling it a little.

The pain in your side eases fast. You blow the air from your lungs and sigh out a small, frazzled laugh. You flex your hand a bit against the strain of gripping so tightly and freeze. Your hand. Your hand clenching against the hard muscle of Din’s thigh.

You hold in surprise for another moment, stretching your fingers to feel the thickness of his leg. It flexes slightly. You come back to yourself in a rush.

‘Sorry!’ You pull your hand away and hold it across your forehead, wiping sweaty strands of hair back and forth before bringing it to cover your mouth, burning with embarrassment.

He says nothing. You feel movement and hear rustling for a moment. Then a rip and whoosh sound that must be a cleanser sponge filling with disinfectant. A cool, soft sensation moves over your stomach. Din is gently working the blood and gore off of your torso, dabbing at the area around the now cauterised wound with care.

You lay in silence for a while, long enough that you start to pay attention to the touch of his fingers on your stomach. He’s using one hand to wipe at the dried blood and fluids, while the other rests lightly just below your ribs, holding you steady. They are so incredibly soft and large. When the cleanser sticks on a stubborn spot, his hand keeps going for a moment and fingers ghost across your hip. The sensation sparks a welling of emotion not just made of a sudden arousal but every ounce of fear and longing and panic that led to this moment.

A strained sob bursts out of you.

He freezes. ‘Sorry. I hurt you.’

‘No, no it’s alright,’ you let your tears go, what’s the point of holding it in. ‘Just, just feeling like such a damsel, yet again.’

Din gets a new cleanser and continues his ministrations on your body.

‘What do you mean?’ he asks, rubbing at the stubborn spot carefully.

‘Like, ugh, that prison camp, and then the Estate, and now all of this,’ you motion with an arm up and down yourself. ‘You just, needing to rescue me over and over.’

Oh, and there it is. ‘Shit. Why would you even keep putting up with me?’

The motions on your torso stop. But the hands don’t leave your body. For a man of few if almost no words most of the time, in this moment you feel like he is gathering himself to say many. After a beat, he continues to work on cleaning you up. Then he speaks.

‘At the prison, you will remember I had been tasked with your safe retrieval, by any means necessary. Jobs like that are tricky: you need to do a lot of violence to many while keeping one specific person unharmed. So, with jobs like that, I prepare. I was scoping your prison escort for some time with a cambot. Watching them, and watching you. Getting a read so that when I went in, I could act efficiently.

‘It was when they took a detour that I decided to act early.’

You hiss in a breath as you remember those four guards, deciding to try to play with you just because they thought that they could.

‘I was still watching the cambot as I moved to ambush, and then I saw you. A deadly look on your face, and—’ He picks up both your hands and you suck in air. Cooling fingers move your right hand so it’s rigid and flat, fingers together, then your left so it is held in a fist, heel tightly set against the opposite palm. Mindful of your shoulder, he holds your hands so your elbows are in a V in front of you before releasing them.

It’s a familiar posture to you.

‘I saw you do this. It meant nothing to me at the time, but now I know it as your readying stance. You were preparing to fight them yourself. All four, and you believed you were alone.’

He chuckles softly. It’s like music. ‘And later, when we encountered those six other guards—’

‘There were five guards,’ you interrupt, falling into his trap.

‘There were six. And I never did figure out what you did with the sixth one.’

Your turn to laugh, though it’s still strained. You rub at drying tears.

‘I stuffed ‘em in a garbage unit in the wall.’

A genuine laugh from behind the visor makes your body break out in a wave of goosebumps, from the tip of your head to every one of your toes.

‘Anyway,’ he continues, ‘You will not convince me that you would not have found a way out of that cursed place yourself. I am just satisfied to have helped expedite the procedure.’

You can’t help the smile spreading across your face.

He seems to be done with your midriff. A moment of rustling and tearing again and then the cool softness is on your face. Right, that’s covered in blood too. Not yours. The smile drops and you shiver.

‘Okay?’ He says, like it’s his touch doing it.

‘Yeah, okay. Just, remembering.’

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘Not yet.’

You think you hear him nod. Even though that makes no sense.

‘Then the Estate,’ he carries on. ‘Well, I was already about to go find you when the perimeter sirens screamed to life. I was sitting at that overpriced bar and—’ He stops himself for a second. ‘And thought a proper goodbye was in order at least, at least for Grogu.’

The coolness swipes across your bottom lip and your mouth falls open a little. It’s involuntary, of course. It just feels so nice. But Din pauses. You think you hear a modulated raspy exhale, but it’s too quiet for you to be sure. The soft pressure leaves your mouth and returns near your temple. You let your lips press together and lean a little toward his efforts.

‘Then they declared invasion,’ Din carries on, but you would swear on your life his voice has dropped not a small amount. ‘And well, what state did I find you in there?’

You smirk at the definitely unintentional phrasing. He is not referring to finding you half naked and sweaty. Ass almost on display. Chest heaving while throwing yourself into his arms.

‘Flipping a reaper across your back with barely any effort and strangling him with the scraps of your gown.’ Din’s voice is full of amusement. ‘Again, I just expedited what you already had handled.’

He strokes your cheek. ‘You have always had it handled.’

You don’t bother informing him that you were scared out of your mind that night. That you felt so fucking vulnerable with nothing but chiffon and dainty bracelets as your armour. You had felt anger, and betrayal, and a desperate loneliness borne of knowing you couldn’t trust your own family. And when you had seen him, gods, when you’d seen him it was like salvation itself. You felt then that you would never choose to leave him again.

‘And this time,’ he says. He seems to be done with his treatment of you. You hear another packet torn open and something layered across your abdomen, covering the site of the injury. It tightens into a firm seal. He pulls back. You feel suddenly too cold with the absence of his touch. ‘This time you—’ He makes a choking sound, releases a shaky breath, and stills.

Is he… crying? Nah, unlikely.

All in a rush, he says, ‘You were only in that hellhole because of me. Because of what I wanted. Up until the very last second you did everything to get that beskar off that ship. And I did not do a single thing right.’

He stands and you hear him take several steps back.

‘I have dealt with your injuries. You should rest now and, when you are ready, make use of the fresher.’ He moves to the door, collects something from the end of the bed.

‘I will stay close if you need anything.’

And then he’s gone and you lay there, raising one hand to your middle and the other to your face.

It’s obvious Mando – no, Din, Din Djarin – did a good job getting the worst of the gore off you. But you feel sticky and itchy from head to toe anyway. Rest would be easier once you’d been able to scrub yourself all over.

Having faith in the plaster seal over your stab wound and only gingerly feeling a twinge in your shoulder, you decide to head for the fresher. Getting there blind isn’t that hard, round the foot of the bed and straight on. You shuffle your feet through the mess of discarded medical paraphernalia littering the floor on your way. Pawing at the door jam, you reach out and find the switch for the overhead jet, nudging it to your usual warmth dial. Then you feel about yourself, easing the shredded tunic over your head and letting the remnants of your under-singlet fall to the floor. Topless, you unbuckle and push your bottoms down.

Stepping into the warm jet stream is the most heavenly thing you’ve felt since Mando’s – Din’s – hands were on your body.

He fiddles uselessly with the power input. Why is he even doing this when you could fix it yourself in the blink of an eye. He’s just biding time, dithering while he collects himself.

He said way too much in there. She’s going to put it all together, he thinks. She claimed she couldn’t read him but that was never true. And now she’ll know everything. Every single thought, rotating in neon light across his chrome skull.

How could she feel comfortable on his ship then? Why would she stay?

And, after all that, he hadn’t even apologised.

The sun is setting low and he starts to feel an eagerness to check on Grogu. His son is still in a deep slumber, and he would hate to disturb him, but seeing the child’s face would bring Din great comfort right now. Just pop open the hatch and take a look, you should check on him, he performed a miracle.

He strides up the ramp into the hold and turns toward the sleeping quarters, feet locking to the floor and body set alight such as to melt his beskar to his bones.

You.

You, standing under a spray of water, uninjured arm raised to your hair and the other holding your middle. Head tilted back into the stream, and everything, everything laid out before him. Breasts holding him in trance, those legs he’s traced over every inch with his gaze rising in a luscious curve to an apex of coy curls. You twist your face into the spray and bare your ass to him. He almost dies a little death.

Some part of his brain stays lucid enough to smack a hand to the control panel by the entry, tapping the door seals so that the cabin’s slides closed with a soft hiss. The Mandalorian spins and strides into the forested terrain, looking for a secluded spot.

The hushed seal of the cabin door hits your ears over the white noise of the jet. Through the very pleasant haze in which you’d let yourself indulge, you process the meaning of that sound.

Oh fuck, was the door left open? You think back, a little frantic. Din left, you lay in darkness for a while – darkness borne of your carbonite damaged eyes. Decided to get clean. Felt your way in here. Was relaxing into a not entirely licit vision. Did he close the door when he left, or leave it open?

He left it open so he would be nearby. To look out for you.

You cringe.

This is just what you bloody needed. After being so pathetic and vulnerable, and hearing him speak so highly of you, you go and strip naked with the door wide open and make a fool of yourself. You’ve probably traumatised the poor man.

No longer taking your time, you scrub yourself from head to toe. Just get it over with. A deep fatigue has started to prick at the sides of your mind anyway – you figure letting yourself pass out as soon as possible will help quench the searing embarrassment some.

As you dress in fresh clothes and collapse back onto the bed, you do notice slight shades of light and shadow dance across your vision. Taking reassurance in that, you close your eyes and let yourself sink.

After what feels like days of sleep, it is hunger and stiff joints that urge you out of the cabin. You squint through blurry eyesight, feeling comforted by the fuzzy shapes of crates and webbing that make up the hold. Early morning light casts white fronds across the familiar space.

Empty.

Palming around until laying hands on a meal kit, you sit in the opening of the ship and let the cool air of wherever you are wash over you.

As you eat, sleep fading and mind becoming alert, something starts to scratch at the base of your skull. You flex your neck some, but the scratch claws up into your mind’s eye. Dim, murky memories edge in. As if underwater, you hear shouts and stomping boots, laughter and sneering rage. A hot rush in your mouth. A bolt of impossible pain at your side. Then, black.

Your injury burns; it throbs in time with your thumping heart. Rising panic constricts your breathing. You’re going to die, a dull thing inside you roars.

But you’ve been here before, so you plant your hands on the cool ship floor and breathe. Once locked in on the hard unyielding sensation, you turn your face toward the sun, visualising the rays casting out the shadowy recollections.

They’re just memories. Here you are, safe now. It is a chant to your mind and body.

While focused so deeply on quelling your anxiety, something entirely unrelated to your experience onboard the treasury presses in on your consciousness. It is gentle and undemanding, but somehow frightening. You’ve felt it before. You felt it in a dank tunnel while struggling for your life. You felt it on the treasury when sweet, desperate Grogu’s face had flared inside you and you saw for a single moment a bright vision of him and Din, aboard the Razor Crest and some few parsecs away.

You let the presence soak your fears and repel the hungry inner beast roaring at you that you’re dying. It dissolves steadily as you breathe. Once done, whatever the thing is seems content to slide back, retreat to where you can’t sense it.

After a moment, you open your eyes again and continue to eat.

Fussing with the kit disposal for more time than necessary, you scold yourself for dallying and shuffle through the hold, touching random objects and sections of wall for balance. Stepping into the cockpit feels more like breaching a threshold than usual.

Grogu spots you and hops into your arms, cooing and purring. You murmur at him that you’re alright, you’re glad to see him, how is he feeling today…

Din is in his chair, scrolling up nav data steadily. He doesn’t turn.

‘Hey,’ you give up weakly, leaning just inside the hatch. Still doesn’t turn.

‘Morning,’ he says, voice croaky with disuse.

‘How long did I sleep?’ It’s as good a thing to say as any.

‘A little over a day.’

‘Oh.’

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Better. Eyesight is improving.’

‘That is good.’

‘Uh huh.’

Grogu looks between you as you set him down again, making tiny questioning sounds. You shrug your good shoulder, knock your feet and click your tongue, glance about the space. The awkwardness may do what your anxiety attack could not and kill you anyway.

But, thank gods, Din stands and moves around his chair. He pauses by the passenger seat you don’t usually occupy and you finally notice it.

The satchel.

You straighten up. Din lays a tender hand on the cache of beskar.

‘I have not adequately thanked you for bringing this into my possession,’ he whispers. You move closer to hear him. ‘In fact, adequate thanks are impossible.’

‘You don’t have t—’

‘But I assure you, I will never forget this. And I will find some way to make recompense.’

‘You don’t have t—'

He barrels over you.

‘I need to bring this back to my people. It must be returned to the clans.’

Despite everything, you can’t stop your brain from envisioning him dumping you somewhere so he can get back to his actual life, without you.

‘We will take a few days for your wounds to improve, restock supplies, let the kid stretch his legs some more.’ He hasn’t clocked into your rising panic. ‘Then, we will go to Mandalore.’

Your heart pounds and you tell it to calm the fuck down.

‘We?’ you say. He turns to you.

‘Of course.’

You pause, questioning whether you should even try to clarify.

‘Um, D- Din?’ He gives you his ‘I’m listening’ tilt.

‘While we were at the Estate, I uh- I took the chance to look up some about, about your people… and,’ you stutter, 'and, along with learning about beskar, it was my understanding the whole deal with your… your like, home world and your- your Coverts was just that. It was that.’

Spit it out, dummy.

‘Covert. Secret. Like, super intensely secret. No outsiders,’ you swoop a hand. Din doesn’t even pause.

‘You are the reason this sacred resource will be in the hands of the Mandalorians again. I will ensure you are welcomed. I will make them see you. This is the Way.’ His words melt into you like so much starlight.

He makes a ‘that settles that’ motion and turns back to his post.

You hesitate for a moment before dropping into your seat behind him, legs gone. You’re going to Mandalore. To his people. Your heart is now tumbling around your chest, not all in excitement.

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Sorry about the shower trope – it’s a problematic fave of mine.

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ok I may have just had a slight meltdown over having to drive and order food which has prompted me to think about Eddie comforting you when you start mouthing off about how your brain works. These are just thoughts spewed out so nothing too crazy.

T/W - talks about how being neurodivergent makes you feel alienated

So it’d start with you not being able to process what the person at the speaker in the drive thru was saying. Like they’re asking you questions but your brain is literally lagging behind so hard and you can’t comprehend what’s going on. They’re getting annoyed with you and you just blurt out something in hopes that it’s what you wanted to order in the first place. Pulling up to the window only makes you more anxious since you’re going to have to be face to face with them. The whole experience is just awful and you have trouble speaking up to ask for sauce but do so anyway in the most timid way which makes you want to slap yourself. When they hand you the receipt it nearly flies away and this elicits little “oop!” Noises from you along with a stream of sorries which immediately has you cursing yourself cause why did you react like that? In summary, the entire experience from beginning to end, from driving to the place and driving all the way back home is miserable.

On the drive home you just berate yourself in your head. Why did I react like that? Why does my brain work the way that it does? Why am I not normal? How come I can’t process things like everyone else?

Its literal hell, even the act of driving is a whole commotion in itself. The way you will plan out which streets you take just so you can avoid certain complicated turns that you know will cause you grief. How you’ll make the right turn at certain lights just fine but at others you’ll just about start crying from overstimulation of everything happening around you. All you can describe it as is that your brain lags behind and you think about things differently than the average person. Your thought process is way to complicated but that’s just how it is, you can’t change it.

Fast forward to a little bit later when Eddie comes over and he senses that you’re having an off day more so than usual lately. You look like you’re lost in thought, he swears there are tears in your eyes as you stare off at nothing. You’re just listening to music in your bed with him but he catches the way you’re not relaxing but you’re spiraling. He’d turn off the music and scoot to sit right next to you, thigh against yours. “Hey, you okay?” He asks, fully knowing the answer but not knowing how else to initiate the conversation. Your lip kinda wobbles and at first you try to contain it and tell him you’re fine so you can move on but it fails. A few tears spill over and you quickly wipe them away hoping to recover but Eddie just pulls you into his lap and cradles you to him. “What’s going on, huh?” He says softly into your neck. You sniffle, tightly holding his shirt in your fists.

You decide to just go on a tangent, pulling your face away to look at him, he awaits patiently, eyes gentle and welcoming. “I don’t know why I can’t be normal.” You tell him through blurred vision. “The way I think isn’t normal, it’s so hard to do anything—I don’t—I don’t get it. I don’t know why I HAVE to think so hard about everything and I don’t know why my brain short circuits every time someone in public talks to me.” It breaks his heart that you feel so disconnected from everything. He understands because he relates in his owns ways, having his own behavioral patterns that weren’t necessarily ‘normal’. He knows what it’s like to feel like an outsider in this reality just because your brain is wired differently, something you can’t control.

All he does is lets you voice your frustrations, you were right to have them after all. His hand rests on your shoulder, thumb affectionately grazing up and down while his other hand holds yours. He wants you to know he’s there even if you feel alienated by the world. “A-and the way people look at me sometimes after I say something—l—god I can’t stand it! I know I look like an idiot but they can’t at least pretend to be nice?” There’s a hint of anger behind your eyes which is justified. “I’m so sick of being like this, I feel like I’m broken—like I’m some kind of recall item!” You finish, wiping a glob of snot away from your nose with your sleeve.

Eddie could just scream. Scream at the world for being the way that it is, so unfriendly toward those who might think even the slightest bit differently, their brains being built in a way that didn’t accommodate the norm that was established by some men in suits. He could scream at you that you’re perfect the way you are, that this world needed to change and you didn’t. But he doesn’t scream. Instead he cups your cheeks in his hands and wipes away the rolling tears with his thumbs, quietly speaking but he holds such passion. “You are not broken. You are not a recall item. You are perfect the way that you are even if this fucked up world can’t pull its head out of its ass and understand that you are not like everyone else and that it’s okay not to be like everyone else.” He’s looking at you with his big brown eyes with such love and admiration. “You don’t need to change a thing, do you hear me? I know everyone else may treat you differently, hell they treat me differently too so I understand. But we don’t need to change a thing or prove a thing. I know it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard sometimes because they treat you like you’re below them, like some species that wandered up to them from the wild. But don’t let them take anything away from you. This is how you are and they can eat shit if they don’t like it.” He’s starting to tear up slightly, the subject has always been something he’s advocated for. You can’t help but cry a little more at his words, they really sunk into your heart and it just aches that you even had to feel bad about being you just because people couldn’t comprehend anything different. He continues holding your cheeks in his palms, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks. “I will always love you for who you are and I know you love me for who I am and I think that’s what matters the most, okay? If some dirtbag makes you feel bad because your reaction isn’t instant or you go blank and maybe say something that doesn’t make complete sense, they aren’t worth your energy. I know it’s easier said than done but just get in and do what you needed to do, let them be shitty people if that’s what they desire, and then leave with a smile. And even if you feel too overwhelmed to leave with a smile, that’s okay too. Just know that they are not some blueprint for what you were supposed to be. You are you and you were made exactly how you were supposed to be.” The tears keep coming but you’re grateful for his insight, he speaks so highly of you even though you feel everything you do is wrong.

You nod, speechless as he pulls you in again, cradling you to his chest. “You aren’t broken, okay baby? Never.” He affirms, you sniffling into his chest. He didn’t give a damn if you used his shirt at a tissue, he just wanted to make you understand that you weren’t some pest to society like you made yourself out to be. “I’ll kick anyone’s ass who wants to yell at you or judge you just because you didn’t react according to their script.” You let out a wet giggle against him, his hand rubbing up and down your shoulder as he holds you tight. “You never have to prove anything to anyone, not even to me, do you understand me?” He’s stern but in a soft kind of way as he pulls back to grip your chin. “Okay.” You whisper with a tear stained face, snot leaking into your mouth. Even then, he thinks you’re so pretty and he would mop up all your snot just to see you happy and feeling safe.

#ohhhh fuck that was a rough one this is so personal #vics thoughts #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson comfort #eddie munson angst

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elliesbiatch · 1 year

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2. Trapped

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, angst, kinky, face riding, knife play?, rope, pet names, fingering, sadism/masochism, spanking, a lil blood, degrading names etc. lmk if I forgot any xx

Notes: proofread slightly, I’m horny,also thanks for all the likes/reads/ follows ! It means sooo much ilyyyy x word count: 2.2k

Reblogs/likes/follows are appreciated xo

My legs felt like they were gonna collapse as I ran behind a tree to try catch my breath. I’ve been running for more than 15 minutes to try and get away from a girl that’s trying to kill me. I was was only walking through a small town trying to get supplies for my group when she appeared from out of nowhere with a bow and arrow ready to shoot me.

I hear foot steps getting closer as I try hold my breath, so I’m not too loud. Fuck- this is it- I’m gonna be killed for no reason. Her footsteps get closer and I quickly try think of what to do next. Why the fuck was she trying to kill me anyways ? I didn’t even do anything wrong. My fight or flight kicks in as a twig snaps behind me and I run as fast as I can into a nearby building. I start running up the stairs as an arrow flies right past me, missing my shoulder by an inch.

“Stop fucking running, I’m gonna catch you anyways” I hear a voice scream from behind. She’s fucking relentless. I turn around to check if she’s not there, before running into a room. I hide behind a desk holding my chest as I feel it rise up and down quickly. Maybe I lost her? I can’t hear her anymore. I look around the desk slightly and nearly jump out of my skin when I see the door creak open. Fuck. She fucking found me. I hold onto my knife tightly- ready to kill her if I have to.

I hear her creep in- soft footsteps on the concrete floor. I hear a low giggle that makes my blood run cold. “I know you’re in here, might as-well be a good girl and just come out already”. I shiver at her words. She’s sick- she’s enjoying this. A few seconds go by and my heart continues to nearly break out of my chest. I turn to look around the desk again to see where she is- but she’s not there. Where the fuck did she go?

“Found you” a low voice says as I realise I’m fucked. I turn quickly to see an auburn haired girl with green eyes. She didn’t match what I had pictured this whole time. Her cheeks all freckled and lips plump. Just beautiful. How could someone so beautiful be horrible enough to want me dead for no reason. “Get the fuck up before I make you” she snaps as I look at her in fear. I was in shock- pure panic- I couldn’t make myself move.

Before I can even try move, she grabs my wrist and yanks me up. She’s strong what the fuck. I wince in pain at her grip as she pulls me to the other side of the room. “I fucking told you to get up and you didn’t listen- you’re fucked” she growls, pushing me back onto a black leather chair. She grabs the knife from my hand and places it on the floor beside her bag. She quickly gets something out of the bag. “Put your hands behind your back” she insists- eyebrows raised- with a rope in hand. “No” I croak out, immediately regretting it. “Oh yeah ?” She says kneeling down to me in the chair. “If I were you- I’d listen” she says as my cheek starts to sting. She fucking slapped me.

I quickly bring my hand up to rub my sore cheek but she snatches it and puts my hands around my back and starts to tie them with the rope. I’m fucked now. “Ouch that’s too tight” I squeal as the rope digs into my wrists. I try to stand up but she pushes me back down. “Move once more and I’m gonna have to fuck you up” she huffs, making me shiver. “Look- if you’re gonna kill me- just do it already” I scream at her- tears welling in my eyes. “Oh sweet girl- don’t cry” she says in a fake-caring voice and rubs her hand over my cheek to wipe the tear. “I’m not gonna kill you” she says with her eyes full of lust. “I’m just gonna fuck you “ she growls landing another slap on my salty, wet cheek.

“W-what” I whisper as she starts to take her jacket off. “You heard me- I’m gonna fuck you- until you can’t walk” she growls. “What the fuck- let me go” I scream trying to get my hands out of the restraint. “Don’t make me gag you- so you can’t use your worthless mouth anymore” she says, continuing to take her clothes off. She’s left in only a sports bra and some boy shorts.

“Your turn slut” she snaps as she pulls my trousers down, leaving me in my tank top and thong. “Mmmm fuck” she says under breath, leaning down to my jaw, her hands resting on my bare thighs. She begins nipping at my jaw making me gasp. She then places soft kisses where she just nipped. A shot of pleasure shoots down to my clit, which surprises me…. What’s happening. Her arms are toned and freckled - just like her cheeks.

She brings her lips down to my neck and begins to suck on it vigorously, leaving purple marks. “Ugh fuck” i moan. She stops and looks up to me. Her eyes are glassy with her want for me. “You’re a dirty little bitch- you’re enjoying this” she snarls looking down at my thighs that are pushed together to stop the ache. What was wrong with me. She puts her hands down to my thighs and snatches them aggressively open. “Keep your legs open so I can see your needy cunt” she growls, causing my clit to pulse.

“You’re sick” I whisper. She smirks before grabbing my thin tank top into her fists and rips it off of me. “Ow that fucking hurt” I scream as she pinches my nipples. My back arches slightly as I feel the pain and pleasure she’s giving me right now. “Look at these perky fucking tits” she says leaning in and nipping at one of them. It fucking stings. She sees my expression and goes in to bite it again, only this time a little too hard. I scream as I look down and see a tiny bit of blood. “Fuck don’t do that - there’s blood” I pant. She lets out a low giggle.

She stands up and goes over near her bag and picks up my knife. Fuck. “You look scared” she mocks, walking up to me and touching my collarbone with the sharp object making me squirm. “Please don-“ I begin. But she shuts me up by slightly piercing my skin with the blade. “Don’t speak” she growls as I feel a salty tear run down my cheek. She begins trailing the knife down my bare abdomen, glancing up to look at my face every couple of seconds.

She makes it all the way down to my panties and bites her lip as she uses the knife to cut them off. I was completely on show now. She begins to let out a low laugh as she drops the knife down by the chairs leg. “you’re cunt is all wet and messy already”. I feel so humiliated- I couldn’t really help but get wet- there was something about her that was so attractive. “I knew you were a stupid whore” she snaps before slapping my inner thigh, making me gasp.

“You fucking like it don’t you” she grins leaning down to my core. She gives my thigh another slap and watches as I buck my hips up as the sting turns to pleasure. “You’re dripping for me- stupid bitch” she says. Fuck I need her. I start to close my legs as the frustration grows between my thighs. “Keep them open - keep your sloppy cunt on show for me” she says as I Bite my lip, nearly drawing blood.

She leans down and starts to kitten lick my clit. I roll my head back in pleasure as she lightly licks me. Too light. I push hips closer to her face trying to have more if her. “Mmmm..so needy” she mumbles as she dives her tongue into my hole. “OH FUCK” I scream as her tongue slips in and out of me. Her eyes locked with mine as she snakes her toned arm up to grasp my throat. “You want me to choke you while I eat your Pussy?” She grunts as I rock my pussy closer and closer to her.

She squeezes hard around my throat as her lips wrap around my swollen clit. She sucks hard and before I know it my legs start to quiver. Im gonna cum. “You’re such a little slut- you want to cum all over my tongue don’t you” she murmurs into my pussy. Her hot breathe sends shivers up my spine as I get close to my orgasm. Just as I’m about to cum she harshly nips my throbbing clit. “Owww what the fuck” I cry as I feel my clit pulse from both pain and the lost orgasm.

“Not yet” she growls, grabbing me by the hips and picking me up. She brings me to the desk I was using to hide from her earlier. Fuck- things have changed. “Can you untie me” I groan as I feel the ropes irritate my skin. “Why? So you can leave?” She asks with a flash of sadness in her eyes. “No” I gulped. “I wouldn’t leave, I just wanna touch you” I shyly say. She’s quiet for a second, thinking. “Even if I did try run, I’m sure you’d just catch me again” I say biting my lip. “Fine” she growls, releasing my hands. “Fuck” I say looking at my bruised, red wrists. That’s gonna leave a mark. “Mmmm good- now you won’t forget this” she smirks and brings her fingers down to my cunt.

A fistful of my hair in her hand. Without warning she slams two fingers into me and I scream, letting my nails dig into her back. “Oh you feel so good” she groans, fucking me. Her eyes don’t leave my pussy as she watches her fingers get even sloppier as they come in and out of me. She was grabbing my hair tighter every once and awhile and I winced at the feeling but she loved it. I need more- I need to cum before I fucking explode. I thrust my hips harder into her as I feel her fingers hit my cervix. “Oh shit- “ she starts, watching as I try my hardest to use her fingers to get to my high.

“You’re fucking desperate aren’t you” she states biting her lip and looking at me through lidded eyes. She slams another finger into me. “F-fuck I-“‘I moaned, trying my hardest to get a sentence out. It was no use though. “Tell me” she growls. “I- I w-wanna c-um” I yelp. I continue to moan as I nearly reach my high again. She mocks my moans making me feel embarrassed. I couldn’t help my girlish moans though- she was fucking me too good. “You’re fucking pathetic” she groans as I scream, Cumming all over her hand.

She unexpectedly lets go of my head and I slam back onto the cold desk. “Ow” I say, leaning up and rubbing the back of my head. She’s standing in front of me, eyes still filled with lust. Fuck- she couldn’t want to do more to me right? I can’t take it. I look down at her boy shirts to see a wet spot. “Lie down” she instructs and I do as she asks. “Good girl- you’re learning to obey” she coos. She drops her underwear to the ground and climbs up, straddling my abdomen. “Now- you’re gonna be a good little slut and clean me up” she growls.

Before I could say anything she scoots up and slams her wet cunt down on my face, riding it, wasting no time. I begin to lap up her sweet juices as her nose scrunches up with pleasure. “Yeah- just like that whore” she grunts as I harshly suck her clit in my wet mouth. She brings one hand up to her small tits and massages them through her bra, and lets the other hand fall to my forehead, letting it rest there as she keeps riding. “You wanna fucking make me cum you dirty bitch” she mutters. I hum into her pussy as her legs begin to shake. She screams in pleasure as I taste her sweet juices run down my throat.

Once she used me, She gets up and leaves me on the desk. What the actual fuck just happened. I lay there as I hear her shuffle around. I’m too scared to get up or even look around, in fear she’ll end me. I felt pathetic just laying here after she fucking ruined me. “Don’t let me see you around here anymore” she says, breaking the silence and I turn my head to see her. “Or I’ll have to fuck you up again” she says with a smirk. “That sounds more like an invitation” I croak back. She hums and leaves the room. Leaving me to clean myself up.

Also comment if you want me to do a part 2 of this ;))

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officialaemondtargaryen · 2 years

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Look i’ma need 24 and 12 in one (in that order) and Eddie saying it and I’ma need that stat. Please. Thank you. You’re awesome.

Prompts: (24) "The first time you smiled, it felt like the universe aligned" and (12) "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 754

Trigger Warning: mentions of blood, near-death experience

The moment that he cut that rope, you knew you were going after him. He said that he was going to buy you some more time to make an escape with Dustin, but you knew that he just wanted the chance to be a hero. For your own selfish reasons, you couldn't let him have it. You wouldn't.

If Eddie Munson was going to die, then goddamnit, so were you.

"Dustin," your voice was trembling as you stared up at the gaping hole in the ceiling of Eddie's trailer. "Help me get up there."

Your younger friend didn't even hesitate, he immediately sprang into action and pulled over a barstool, situating it right under the gate. You shared a look, giving him a nod before crawling up on the stool and grabbing onto an edge, pulling yourself into the dark dimension. Your body landed with a thud and you were pretty sure you had herniated a disc or maybe broken a rib.

"Are you okay?" Dustin called up to you.

"Yeah," you groaned as you rolled to your side and pushed yourself up from the floor. Dustin tossed your ax upwards and you were able to catch it, slinging it over your shoulder. "I need you to find something else for us to get back through. Another sheet, a ladder, something."

He nodded and disappeared from your sight. Outside of the trailer, you could hear the ear-piercing screeching and the sound of screams.

Eddie.

The earth shook beneath your feet, making you unsteady, but you ran as fast as you could towards him. Your heart nearly stopped beating at the sight; eyes wide, jaw slack, and a dozen or so bats swarming around him, diving at each opportunity they had to take a bite out of his flesh. He was pinned to the ground, struggling to fight his foe; his body writhing, weapons discarded to the side.

"Get the hell off!" You yelled, swinging your ax down on the bat that had its tail wrapped around Eddie's throat. Their attention diverted to you, and you did your absolute best to fend them off; pure adrenaline pumping through your veins as you swung through the air, taking down bat after bat.

Suddenly, you felt a pain in your side that brought you to your knees; razor-sharp teeth tearing through your muscle. You dug your fingers into the bat's slimy skin and tore it away from your body, screaming in agony as its teeth ripped through your flesh.

You could see in Eddie's wide, glistening eyes that this was the moment that you were both going to die. Still, you staggered to your feet ready to swing at any bat that even attempted to come near you, but the moment that you lifted your ax to take a swing, the bats dropped to the ground like flies; dead.

Whether it was some kind of miracle or by the grace of God, you were thankful that it was over. Your body collapsed; chest heaving, exhausted, bleeding, and wounded.

"Eddie," you crawled over to him. Tears immediately swelled in your eyes. He had lost a lot of blood and his breathing was shallow; eyes dark and pooling with his own tears.

"Y- you saved me," He whispered with blood-stained lips forcing a small smile. It damn near broke you. "Y-you're my hero."

You smiled back at him as you cradled him in your arms, fingers gently moving the hair from his face as your tears dropped to his cheeks. "You're the hero, Eddie."

He lifted up a finger and wiped a tear from your cheek. "Y-you know," He sputtered. "The first time you smiled at me, it- it felt like the universe aligned. I shouldn't have-" he coughed more blood. "I shouldn't have waited this long to tell you, but, I th- I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"Terrified because you might die or?"

"That too," he tried to laugh.

"Well, guess what?" You asked, squeezing his hand in yours as hard as you could. "You're not going to die, you can't, I won't let you."

"M-maybe you should," he breathed.

You shook your head, "Sorry, Munson, you're not getting away from me that easy. Especially not when you've just confessed your love to me. You're stuck with me now."

"I think I could live with that," his smile was blood and grit but damn if it didn't make your heart flutter.

"Yeah?" You asked, he nodded. "Good. Let's get you out of here."

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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years

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Bedeviled | Chapter 2: The First Circle

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, drama, romance, angst, horror

WC: 4.7k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, mild depictions of the first circle of Hell, despair, anxiety, manipulation, parts might be disturbing for some readers, if it is ever too much pls do not continue to read.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

You can't tear your eyes away from the inscription in stone.

The demon watches your face closely before shrugging and walking through, passing under the archway and turning back to look at you.

No longer able to see him, you stare into the black void past the arch. It was like he stepped into a pool of ink and disappeared. There's a loud moaning sound coming through before it looks like the black void sucks in on itself until it's gone and it appears as though the forest continues normally on the other side, but there's still no sign of the demon anywhere.

You gulp and mumble something to yourself as you clench your hands.

Needing to physically force your feet to move, you inch towards the gate slowly.

You can do this.

Don't give up, not now.

JK watches as you take small steps up to the edge, then you close your eyes, and he sees your jaw clench as you finally pass under the arch. He could swear he sees you quivering as your fists squeeze harder, no doubt leaving nail marks on your palms.

When you come up to his side and open your eyes to look at him, he sees tears brimming in them. Clearly, you're terrified.

Weak.

"Welcome to Hell," JK says, a smirk on his face.

You gulp and glare at him before harshly wiping at your eyes and looking ahead of you.

Your heart flies to your throat at what greets you.

There's a vast dark forest, much like the one outside of the gate. But the air here is even thicker, heavier, full of immense dread and despair. The blood red sky remains, but it feels almost as if it’s about to fall and crush you, a strange thought that lingers in the back of your mind.

The trees look sickly and burnt, even more so than the ones in the forest you just left.

"Where...?"

"This is Limbo," The demon clarifies, still watching you carefully, "The souls that just couldn't decide. In the end, they didn't choose Him. Now they're stuck in that anger and indecisiveness. They hate themselves and they hate Him."

Right after his words, you hear the sound of crying.

Heart squeezing painfully in your chest, you look around, your eyes finally landing on the owner of the miserable tears.

Nothing is left of them but a dark shadow floating among the trees.

Another transparent form floats by, startling you.

The forest is soon full of ghostly wails, fading in and out of the trees and making chills go down your spine.

"Why is it getting louder?" You ask, voice shaky as the tears of the lost souls continue to grow in volume.

The demon stretches and starts walking, acting casual, as if there aren't thousands of souls stuck in despair surrounding him.

"They're upset that you're here. Wondering why you aren't one of them, I suppose. Who knows what they're thinking anymore after all the time they've been here. Not much left of them to think," he chuckles, shaking his head.

You glare at his back, your teeth clenching until your jaw aches as he walks forward.

As if these souls haven't suffered enough, must he taunt them too?

JK looks to the side in surprise when you stomp past him, your arms crossed over your chest and your face set into a hard expression as if you're trying your hardest not to cry.

What the fuck is her problem?

You flinch when one of the shadowy souls goes right through you, wailing in your ear desperately.

"Don't tell me you're sorry for them," the demon calls out behind you, "They chose to be here themselves."

You roll your eyes, gulping and keeping your eyes straight ahead, needing to get out of here as fast as possible.

Suddenly he's next to you, shoulder bumping into yours roughly as he passes, "This is only the first circle, darling," he practically spits, "Sure you can handle the other eight?"

To be honest, no. You don't think for a single second that you can handle the remaining eight circles of this wretched place.

You keep repeating the mantra you made for yourself in your head, reminding yourself again and again why you need to see this through until the end.

Whatever that end may be.

You watch as he walks ahead of you, clearly irritated with you and no doubt questioning why he agreed to take your deal. Heaven knows you're wondering why you made it to begin with.

Don't give up, ____.

You gulp before pressing on.

You're beginning to wonder if time here is warped. It must be. It truly feels as though you've been walking for hours, but when you look back you can still see the gate not too far away.

Briefly wondering how long it must feel for these souls who have no doubt been here for many many many years, you force yourself to hurry and catch up with your guide.

A quick look around and you can tell that this forest goes on for miles. Where are the other circles? Everything is so dark and heavy, and your mind feels muddled in confusion. You keep staring at the demon's back, making sure that you don't look away again in fear of losing him.

JK just keeps walking, knowing that if you're desperate enough, you'll keep up with him.

Eventually, you have to cover your ears in an attempt to drown out the voices echoing through the forest, crying out to you in desperation.

Get me out of here, you think anxiously, staring at his back with wide eyes even though you're so tempted to look away.

When is this going to end?

They must be wondering the same thing...

The cries of the trapped get louder and louder with each step you take, until plugging your ears proves to be futile protection against their angry sobs.

Without you realizing it, tears of your own have started to pour down your cheeks as you look at the back of his head and beg yourself not to run away.

Suddenly, one of the dark souls darts in front of you, startling you enough to flinch back and trip on a stone, landing harshly on your bottom as the wispy form floats away.

Taking a deep breath, you look up to see that you're alone.

Panic immediately surges through you as you get to your feet and whip your head around, looking in every direction.

Where did he go?!

Have mercy, why did you have to get distracted??

You scramble to your feet and start running forward, sure that he just continued this way. But after what feels like several minutes go by, you still see no sight of him.

The moans and weeping continue to plague every step you take, never ceasing as your panic continues to rise.

"Help!" You suddenly scream into the forest, your cries mixing with the damned, hoping the demon will hear you and come back.

Never thought you'd hope for that.

"I- I'm lost!"

It feels as though the forest has gotten darker, closing in on you as you turn in circles, completely and utterly lost. All sense of direction has left you and you know there's something in the air that is contributing to that, it isn't just you.

Which means you're not ever going to get your bearings straight.

You have no idea where to go or what to do, so lost in more ways than one. The fog creeps into your mind as you slump to the ground near the base of a tree and cover your ears, wide eyes staring into the forest where withered souls fade in and out between the trees.

___

Your arms pump at your sides as you run, all your skirts hiked up and bunched in your fists tightly.

The sound of leaves crunching under your feet fills your ears as you run faster. The wind hits your face and then suddenly there's soft grass under your bare feet.

A laugh bursts from your lips as you look behind your shoulder briefly, picking up speed until it feels like your feet have left the ground and you're soaring through the air.

Unable to resist it when the sun shines through the cracks in the leaves, you close your eyes and throw your arms out before spinning around and around, laughing excitedly.

Flopping down on your back, you look up at the golden light filling the trees and sigh happily, wanting nothing more than to be here for all of eternity.

"I wish I could live in this moment forever," You whisper wistfully, closing your eyes and breathing in the fresh air.

___

You open your eyes to see you're still in the forest.

But it's so dark, the crimson sky above you and the tearful mumbles around you remind you where you are.

Limbo.

Pinching your eyes shut, you gulp and mumble to yourself, trying to bring any semblance of comfort from the memory.

After a moment, you sit up and hold a hand to your head.

"Taking a nap?"

You flinch and turn to see him staring at you, no trace of anything but boredom on his freakishly handsome face.

You shake your head, not wanting to admit how relieved you are that he found you.

You never even suspected that he had actually seen you the whole time; watching as you cried and cowered on the ground.

It was quite interesting to see you shake in fear, as brave as you've pretended to be so far.

Now he knows you're not going to be difficult.

Not in the slightest.

"How did you know I got lost?" You ask, steadying your voice as you stand up and dust off your dress.

"It's not hard to realize the annoying chatterbox is missing," he says casually, waiting somewhat impatiently for you to be ready to move on.

You look at him distastefully, not allowing yourself to say what you want to in case he decides to up and leave you stranded in Limbo for the rest of eternity.

Which he is quite capable of.

"Whatever, how far is the next circle?"

"Far."

You sigh loudly.

"What? Tired? Wanna give up? We can call the whole thing off and I'll get you out of here in exchange for-"

"No thanks," You say sternly, "I'm not interested in leaving until I get what I came for."

He scoffs, "Whatever, mortal."

Ugh, what an insufferable-

"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?" He snaps.

Your nose twitches as you look away, "Looking at you like what? I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Like I'm a piece of shit on the bottom of your brand-new fuckin shoe," he snarls, clearly offended.

You shrug.

"Are you going to lead the way or not?" You finally sigh.

His mouth twists in irritation but he says nothing more, just turns on his heel and starts walking away.

Quickly.

Snapping out of your own annoyance, you grab your dress and pick it up enough so you can run after him.

You couldn't be paid to stay behind in this dreadful place.

After a few minutes of walking in silence apart from the wailing, you have a sudden urge to look behind you.

Don't do it.

Don't.

Something feels off, something more than being in this place, which feels awful enough in itself.

Do not look behind you.

Whatever you do.

"The hounds aren't following us if that's what you're afraid of."

You look at him in surprise, "How did you-"

"You're not very good at disguising it, you know. You reek of fear."

Sputtering in offense, you glare at him, "I reek?"

He simply nods, "Mhm."

"Says you, you-"

You snap your mouth shut when he glances at you, silently daring you to finish that thought.

Grinding your teeth to keep yourself in check, you look forward, slightly satisfied that you can feel him brooding beside you.

Ugh.

You can't believe you're doing this.

Making a deal with a demon?

A demon? Really, ____?

Rookie mistake.

You'll be lucky if you even make it to the second circle. Which you're beginning to doubt the existence of. It's been forever and it doesn't look like the forest is going to end anytime soon.

Unable to resist it another second, you take a quick glance behind you.

…

Is this some kind of joke?

You stop and stare at what is looming right in front of you.

JK stops when he realizes you're not next to him anymore, turning to see you looking up at the giant stone arch.

"What's going on?" Your voice shakes as you feel him come up next to you.

"What do you mean?"

You look at him in disbelief, "What do I mean?" You gesture at the huge arch, "H-How is the gate right there?! We've been walking for miles!"

"It's not."

"It's n- what?"

He shakes his head and turns to keep walking, not stopping for you to catch up, so you hurry after him.

"What do you mean that it's not there?"

"I thought you were the expert, with so much knowledge. What changed?" He sneers.

"The books never said anything about the gate following you," You say grumpily, "They only said-...oh."

He rolls his eyes, and you purse your lips, both of you brooding in your dislike for the other.

It isn't your fault that your mind has become so muddled with confusion that you’re forgetting things. You knew that this place causes hallucinations and hopelessness, you just forgot.

You have to physically force yourself not to turn around again to check how far you are from the gate.

It's just a mind game, ____. Keep moving forward. Keep your eyes on what you're here for.

You glance at the demon walking beside you before looking up at the blood sky briefly.

What in the world did you get yourself into?

"I can't."

The demon stops and looks at you when you gasp the words out.

"You can't what?"

"I need to take a second," You gulp, your lungs aching.

He sucks on his teeth, looking at you in disgust.

He knew humans were weak, but damn.

Not even willing to work for what you supposedly so desperately want.

Fucking pathetic.

"Sit down then, take all the damn time you want. It isn't my death wish."

You plop down on the nearest rock, deciding to pretend like you didn't hear him.

Your lungs hurt pretty bad, making you wince when you try to take a deep breath.

Unable to get a breath deep enough to satisfy your poor lungs, you put your head in your hands and gulp, trying to stay calm and not have a panic attack.

You wanna go home.

You don't wanna be here.

You don't ever wanna come to this place ever again.

What were you thinking?

That it would be easy?

You're such a fool, ____.

Letting out a shaky breath, you try to reason with yourself.

You knew this would be hard, you knew that.

But you cannot give up.

Please, don't give up so soon.

Not after waiting for this for so long.

JK sighs loudly and you look up to see him staring at you, unamused.

"Are you done with your little pity party yet? Believe it or not, but I have better things to do than sit around with a human that can't take a little heat."

If you could, you would punch him right in the nose.

Calm, ____. Be calm.

"Right," You mumble quietly through gritted teeth, "Calm."

You stand up and dust off your dress, wrapping your cardigan around you tightly before walking over to him.

"Lead the way," you say as calmly as you can.

He turns and starts walking again.

Staring at the back of his head, you mumble to yourself as you walk along.

When the demon stops suddenly, you run into his back, smashing your nose into him and hissing in pain.

"What did you stop for?" You grumble, looking around him.

A sigh leaves your lips when all you see is the forest. You thought for a moment that you had come upon the second circle.

"Sit," he says sharply, pointing at a random burnt tree.

You make a face, "Who are you to tell me what to do-"

He turns around and gets in your face, "I said sit," he snarls.

Don't punch him, don't punch him, don't punch him.

You give him your best glare and walk over to the tree he pointed at, begrudgingly taking a seat on the ground.

Ohhhhhhhh, if only you could give him a piece of your mind.

"Why am I sitting?" You snap, watching as his eyes narrow.

"If you move from that spot, you'll fucking regret it, do you understand?" He says darkly, blatantly ignoring your question.

Your face twists in anger for a second, then you nod briefly.

"Words. Use your fucking words."

"I get it," You grit out, keeping your bottom planted on the ground despite your urge to lunge at him.

It's a good thing you've got a lot of self-control.

He's lucky.

The demon stares at you for another second, then he turns and walks away, disappearing into the trees.

Why did he just leave?

You gulp and look around, no one to keep you company but the few souls that still drift through the air.

He's going to come back.

He wouldn't just leave you, not when he doesn't have your soul yet. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now.

You sniff and pull your legs in, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stare wide-eyed into the darkness tinted with a sickly red hue.

"My soul?"

JK resists the urge to roll his eyes, just gives the man a brief nod.

"You...don't want anything else?"

"What else do you think you could offer a demon?" He growls, finally losing his patience and stepping towards the arrogant man, putting his hands on the desk and leaning over it, "I'm not interested in your girls, your money, nothing. You don't get to make the conditions here. Take the deal or don't, but if you've wasted my time coming here, you'll regret it."

The businessman leaning back in his chair gulps and nods, "Fine, it's a deal."

JK chuckles and leans closer, "Good choice."

It feels like hours later when you see him step out from behind a tree, rubbing his neck and strolling over to you casually.

You just watch him, not bothering to ask where he went because you know he isn't going to tell you. No use wasting your breath.

"Get up," he says shortly.

You stand up without a word, walking over to him, not backing down even as he stares back evenly. He's at least a few heads taller than you, his height almost unnatural, even more so at this moment. But you don't feel an ounce of fear.

Neither of you flinch during the stare down. You take a few deep breaths, knowing that there's no use in starting a fight right now as much as you want to.

You're not an idiot, starting a fight with a demon in the middle of the first circle of Hell when you've willingly given up your protection is not something you're about to do. You're not afraid of him, but you don't have a death wish either.

"Got something to say, doll?" He asks lowly, gaze never faltering.

You look into his dark eyes for another few seconds before smiling and shaking your head, "Nope."

JK watches you suspiciously as you back away and cross your arms over your chest. A low chuckle slips from his mouth at your attempt to look intimidating.

"Nice try, but you're gonna need a hell of a lot more than that to get away with anything down here."

Before you can say anything, he turns and walks away.

You glance up at the sky and sigh, then you walk after him.

Time goes by and yet it doesn't, twists and turns and shadows and trees and nothing but cries to listen to. For hours on end.

By the time the demon stops again, your whole body is quivering slightly from exhaustion and anxiety.

It feels kind of like you're losing your mind.

Are the trees swaying, or is that you?

Are the souls still crying out in desperation, or is that you?

You can't tell anymore.

It feels like you're on a cliff, the drop leading to incurable insanity, you teetering back and forth on the edge, barely staying on.

"I think I need to sleep."

"What?"

"Sleep," You whisper a tiny bit louder than before, wide-eyed and staring at nothing in particular.

JK squints at your shivering figure, your eyes so wide it looks like you're in a permanent state of shock. He scoffs, "Whatever."

Slowly, you lower yourself to the ground, feeling the dirt with your hands. You lay down on the rough soil, your hands under your head as you curl up and beg for a moment of rest as your body trembles gently.

I can't do this.

...

Yes, you can.

You gulp and close your eyes, not even realizing when sleep consumes your weary body, dragging you deep into a different world entirely.

___

The sunlight falls through the leaves, falling across the ground like a kaleidoscope of diamonds covering the forest floor.

Fingers reaching out and grabbing a handful of soft dirt, you trap it in your fist and pull it towards your face, opening your hand to see the brown soil covering your palm. A smile breaks out on your face as you let it fall, watching it stream from your clenched fist to the ground.

A deep breath in and you can feel the cool fresh air fill your lungs, cleaning out all of the dust and cobwebs until it feels like you're full of the sun from the inside out.

A deep sigh echoes as you breathe out sunlight.

So beautiful.

How can I live without always seeing this beauty in front of me?

___

A choked breath escapes you as you shoot up from the ground, coughing so hard it feels like your lungs are trying to make their way out of your throat.

A salty taste on your tongue has you gagging as you realize you inhaled some of the dirt on the ground.

"I told you not to get any more of that in your mouth."

You wipe at your mouth, looking up to see him lounging against a tree, long legs reaching forward, one straight out in front of him and the other bent. He's picking at his nails meticulously, looking bored.

"Why?" Your voice is hoarse when you speak, feeling rough and painful with each breath and swallow.

He doesn't answer you.

What a surprise.

You look at the ground, trying to gather your composure after being woken unceremoniously.

There's nothing you wouldn't do to be able to go back to that dream.

Making a face, you spit a few more times. The dirt here is even saltier than the dirt you got in your mouth outside of the gate.

"How long was I asleep?" You ask quietly.

Not bothering to answer verbally, he just shrugs.

So helpful.

You wipe at your tired eyes.

"Why does it feel like we've been here for months?"

"It's only been a few days."

You freeze, hand rubbing your eye coming to a sudden stop before you look at him.

"What did you just say?" You ask breathlessly.

The demon groans as he stands up, "I said it's only been a few days. What’re you deaf too?"

Days?

You've been down here for days?

You cover your face with your hands, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

"We're making better time than usual. It would usually take a month or two to leave Limbo."

He's joking.

This is a joke.

"I thought you said you read all about-"

"I know what I said!" You shout, taking your hands from your face, "You don't need to repeat it back to me every time you speak! I know what I said! I'm the one that said it!"

Your outburst is met with silence.

Huffing and puffing, you look at the demon in front of you to see him smirking.

"Heat getting to you, little mortal?"

Now your body is shaking with anger, not just exhaustion.

Calm. Down.

Your eyes stay locked with his as you take a few deep breaths, as deep as you can get them.

Then you clench your teeth in order not to say something you'll regret. Standing up and dusting off your bottom, you ready yourself to continue.

JK watches you silently, noticing that you keep dusting off your dress just like you have been every few minutes ever since he first saw you. Must be a compulsive thing...

He can probably use that to his advantage.

"Let's just go," you say quietly, too tired to snap at him anymore.

Without a word, he turns and starts walking, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking. Walking.

It's so hot.

So, so hot.

This is a nightmare.

Is this really only the first circle of Hell?

Is this truly only the beginning of the punishments for the damned?

What must it feel like to be here for centuries, with the full knowledge that you will never ever leave?

You gulp and wipe at the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, trying your hardest not to let him hear you crying.

I'm so sorry.

Clearing your throat, you're about to ask how much longer, despite knowing that he won't answer you. But before you even get the chance, he stops a few feet in front of you.

You've been watching your feet this whole time, encouraging them not to stop. So, when you hear him stop walking, you look up. The distraction causes you to trip on a stone you didn't see before, numbly watching it roll.

You look around in confusion at the sight of several different sized rocks, big and small, giant and tiny; scattered across the ground.

“It’s tears.”

“What?” You mumble tiredly, brain laced in confusion.

“The dirt, that’s why it’s salty.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask slowly, not really wanting to know the answer.

He turns to you, “This is the path they take when they come. The dirt is soiled with their tears of terror and hatred.”

You gulp, trying to hold back tears of your own as he bites his lip.

The sick look of satisfaction on his face brings another wave of anger over you. Does he really find this so amusing?

He turns back and starts walking further, knowing you’ll follow him.

You do.

Then you see it.

It looks like a giant funnel-shaped crater going into the deepest parts of the earth, the opening hundreds of miles wide; stretching out under the churning black clouds crowding the crimson sky that never gets any brighter.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you step closer. You aren't close enough to see how far down the enormous pit goes, but you're guessing you won't see the bottom anytime soon.

Just before the massive drop, there's a stone archway to the left of you that looks similar to the main gate, but much smaller and in more disrepair. Beyond it are stairs leading deep into the ground.

You inch closer despite the horror filling your entire being, seeping into your bones and nearly paralyzing you with terror.

Turning briefly to look at the demon next to you, you see him staring, hypnotized, down into the nothingness, no emotion on his face even as agonized screams echo from the darkness below.

Occasional flames licking the walls deep in the crater make your stomach lurch as the tortured screams grow in volume. Your eyes widen as your hands shake uncontrollably, knowing that that's where you need to go.

Gulping and clenching your fists, you take a step back and remind yourself once more why you're here and why you can’t give up.

Whatever the end may be.

a/n: here we go, babies, les get it

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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─── SHE'S IN THE RAIN ft isagi yoichi ( ✮ )

synopsis: The first time he met you, he thought he was seeing things. After all - how could he define in such a short glance whether you are real or not - a human or an angel.

warning: a brief mention of abuse

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He was paddling with his bike, on his way home when droplets of rain started to fall heavily on him wetting his clothes and his bag. He began to paddle faster to the nearest shelter.

He set his bike on the bench and slip off his backpack dropping it to his side and sighing to himself. The longer he waits for the rain to turn to drizzle, the heavier it turns leaving him no choice but to wait.

It's been over half an hour but no sign of the rain stopping any time soon as it only gets harsher and colder. Isagi finally made up his mind to go through the downpour when his eyesight caught on to something - or perhaps someone. At first, he thought he was seeing things because he was tired from school and football practice.

Isagi keep staring forward at you - after all, how could he define is such a short glance whether you are real or not - a human or an angel.

You look to your front staring as the chilly droplets messily hit on the lake creating a splish splash on the wet pavement. The heavy, and gloomy downpour brings your head back to the previous scene of your, once bright and cheerful residence where you witness your mom lying down on the floor, bloodied and half-conscious as your stepfather beat her up.

You, feeling helpless and hopeless didn't wait any seconds to run back out just like how you always promised her you would.

Your consciousness is barely vivid that you didn't notice your salty tears are now mixing along with the rain. Your knees turn putty you fell on the ground with a harsh thud scraping your knees in the process. You look up to the sky staring into nothingness before you eventually close them and sigh in contempt, loving how the cold weather subtly accompanies your broken form.

Isagi watches you crumbling like you were born ready for the ground to swallow you whole. Your hair covering parts of your complexion but he can still clearly tell you were crying. But then he wonders how could there be someone like you to cry so violently yet beautifully. Your mouth forms aggressive sobs and your body shakes both from the cold and the cry.

He didn't notice that he was walking toward your way until he crouch down and cautiously place an open palm on your shoulder making you shudder in surprise.

You look at him with furrowed brows until he said 'You'll catch a cold.' He slowly help you get up and assist you to the bench and sat you down.

Now that he's closer he can finally take a clearer look at your face, your slightly bleed plump lip, your tear-stained rosy cheek, and your puffy gleaming irises. You wipe off more of your dried tears and sniffle 'I'm sorry. A very bad way of a first impression, isn't it?' He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle 'Actually, no.'

You two sat in silence when he suddenly asks for your name 'It's Y/n Y/l/n.' And you ask for his 'Isagi Yoichi.'

He talks about himself some time later to which you are glad how easily he can strike up a conversation and you tell him about yourself in return -somehow thankful he didn't mention the reason you were crying earlier. That would be uncomfortable.

You didn't realize how fast time flies until Isagi mentioned the starless night sky 'It's beautiful right?' He pointed out to the crescent shape moon and smile 'Yes, I would be so lucky to be reborn and reincarnated as a moon on my next life.' Your lip forms a soft, and welcoming smile making Isagi subconsciously smile too.

'But then, I wouldn't like that. For you to be reborn as a moon must be great because you are bright, opaque, and warm but then... you'll be far away from my grasp.'

He wishes he could say that to your face but afraid you'll freaked out.

After some more time, both you and Isagi finalized to go home afraid that it'll be too late to arrive home. Isagi set his bike and slip on his bag whilst you stand on, looking at him.

'I'll go now, Y/n. I hope I can see you around...' You wave, nodding at him with a small smile.

He is barely halfway from the stop when he heard you yell 'I'll be here tomorrow!' He looks back at you and chuckle, watching you smile at him and wave your hand up your head.

'Okay!'

i honestly love this so much! i think i've done a pretty good job writing this because i think i described it so well shksh but do let me know what you guys think. xoxo

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freyanistics · 2 years

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Fluffy Cassandra and her female s/o. Cassandra feeling vulnerable and her s/o comforting them with hugs and kisses, or whatever you want but for it to be fluffy.

Bet, let’s go

Cassandra doesn’t cry. Even the thought of her shedding a tear sounds unlikely. She was the most feared daughter in the castle. Sadistic, cynical, and downright insane. That was what people referred to her as. She was known to get hot headed fast and torturing/killing any maid that so as looked at her the wrong way.

Cassandra is hardcore. She never showed weakness.

Yet here she was in one of the vacant rooms on the side of the castle that not many inhabitant, furiously wiping hot tears falling out of her eyes.

It was a dumb thing to even be upset at honestly. Another argument between her and Bela. The two were always at each other’s throats and it was deemed normal to see the two yelling at each other, sometimes it would accelerate to blows. But this argument was different. Words had been said that probably shouldn’t have been said. Hearing Bela utter such harsh words made her freeze up as if she had a gust of cold water hit her.

“You’re just a mistake.”

The words pierced her sharper than her sickle pierced flesh. Even Bela seem to realize she had went too far as she tried to reach out to Cassandra.

“I’m sorry, Cassandra, I didn’t mean-“

Cassandra didn’t stick around to hear the rest of apology. Bursting into flies she swarmed away, zooming past maids as they jump, clearly frightened to see the middle child. But she was too upset to relinquish in their fear. The only thing she could think of was those words.

“You’re just a mistake.”

She wasn’t a mistake! Mother loved her! She cared about her just as much as Daniela and Cassandra. Sure, maybe there were times she acted out crassly against other maids. And yes she suppose her and mother didn’t seem to have that much of a common ground except killing delinquents.

“You’re a mistake.”

She may have done a few mistakes here and there. Maybe misunderstood an assignment or wasn’t as smart as Bela when it comes with coming up with a plan.

“You’re a mistake.”

And maybe she wasn’t as innocent and carefree as Daniela, even though she was a bit of an airhead at times she still was seen as the baby of the family and doted on especially by mother.

“You’re just a mistake.”

Was she really? Was that why mother didn’t hang out with her as much as she did her other sisters? Did she secretly see Cassandra as a mistake not worth her time? Did she even love her? The thoughts rolled through her mind like a thunderstorm as the brunette slide down against the wall curling herself into a ball, the tears falling down her face.

“I am a mistake.” She whispered in a soft tone. She sounded weak, like a child who was afraid of the dark or boogeyman. Did mother see her as weak? Did her sisters see her weak?

“Cassandra?” A familiar voice calls out. Cassandra’s yellow eyes looks up to see Ashley, her girlfriend. She didn’t even hear or smell the woman approached, too busy wallowing to be aware of her surroundings.

“Don’t look at me, I know I look pathetic.” Cass growls out covering her face into her gloved hands to try to keep some dignity. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this, let alone the lady of her life.

Frowning the mocha skinned woman takes a step closer, concern etched on her features. She’s never seen Cassandra like this, she’s seen many sides of the tall brunette from the time they been together and prior, but this was the first time she’s seen her like this. This version of Cassandra scared her more than her angry side.

“Cass, I heard what happened between you and Bela. I know what she said and-“

“And you agree with her?” Cassandra interrupts with a snarl. “I get it. I know I’m not as smart as Bela or not interested in books as Daniela is, I’m the one who’s only good at killing, torturing, and being the muscle, nothing more, nothing less. I’m not worthy of anyone’s time or love, and what little I do get I should be lucky to receive. I get it.” She grinds out through gritted teeth. “I know I was a mistake in this family.” She says more quiet burying her head between her arms once more.

Staying quiet Ashley studied her for a minute, her wide brimmed glasses reflecting the lights on the walls. Suddenly without question she walks up and plops down beside the other woman. Snaking an arm around her broad shoulders she leans against her.

“I was actually going to say she’s wrong.” She says softly looking down the hallway making sure no one was coming. By now the lady of the castle would have gotten word of this and would be walking the halls looking for her missing daughter. “Remember when we was lost in the forest and it was getting colder so you skinned that buck and put branches together making that makeshift tent that we hid in until morning?”

“Mm.” Was her only response.

“I thought that was pretty smart, and Bela wasn’t there.” She says. She then gives the brunette a hard playful elbow. “Oh! Remember when we read the entire series of scary stories to read in the dark? We was so invested that by the time we finished it was early morning?”

“Mm…yes.” Cassandra responded slowly lifting her head up. “But only because I liked how the stories went about their endings.”

“Daniela has never done that. And you’re the best hunter and archer between the three, no one can take that title.” Ashley says hooking her finger under her chin and turning her to face her. Cassandra looks back with her mascara ruined and her lazy eye twitching a bit.

“Don’t you see? You can’t compare yourself to your sisters because you’re nothing like them; you’re you. You are in your own box with your own skills. You are your own person.” She spoke with confidence wiping the tears away from her face.

Letting out a choked laugh a smile creeps on her face. “You mean it? You’re not just saying that?” She asks, still a bit unsure.

“Yes I mean it you lovable dork. That’s why I love you.” Ashley says leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips.

Eagerly Cass reciprocates the kiss before pulling the shorter woman closer.

The pair stayed like that until the familiar buzzing could be heard coming down the hall.

“I found her!” Daniela’s voice calls out as she swarms in front of the two. Not far behind another swarm of flies appear revealing it to be Bela.

“We’ve been looking all ove for you, Cass!” Daniela said worriedly looking between the brunette and the dark reddish brown woman.

“We looked around the castle and around the forest all day, even mother joined in.” Bela said wringing her hands together. She looked even more stressed out than before.

“Are you okay?” Daniela asked.

Rising to her feet she held her hand out to Ashley before helping her up to her own feet before turning back to her siblings. “I’m fine.” She said looking between the blonde and redhead.

“Oh my god are those tear stains? Bela she’s been crying! You made her cry Bela!” Daniela shouts vibrating harshly.

“It’s okay, Dani. I’m fine now.” Cassandra says holding Ashly’s hand and squeezing it. “I just needed a little bit of a boost, that’s all.”

“Regardless it was my fault.” Bela said. “I said something I shouldn’t have said, and I’m sorry, Cassandra. I didn’t mean what I said.” She lowers her head in shame. “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, dear sister.”

Cassandra stays quiet for a minute before breaking out in a grin. “Why dear sister, is this you actually sounding sorrowful in your actions? You should do this more often, I could get used to this.”

Snapping her head up Bela shot a playful glare at her. “Don’t get to ahead of yourself Cassandra. This was a one time thing, now come on, mother has been worried sick about you and we must report back to her that you’re safe.” She turns breaking into her swarm and flying back out. Shooting the couple one last grin Daniela follows suit leaving the pair alone.

“You sure you’re okay? Ashley asked looking up at her.

Looking at her she nods firmly. “With you by my side to reassure me, I’ll always be okay.”

Hope you like it anon! I decided to use the name of Cass’s gf in my other story. 🫶🏾

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader

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pijjafairys · 1 year

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us and the corner of the library.

synopsis ; wonwoo is your childhood friends, you and him likes to read a book in the book store near your house but he is suddenly move from the city. after long time, you meet him again.

pairing ; gn!reader + jeon wonwoo

genre ; fluff

notes ; mentioned childhood friends-to-lovers, You might find this story a little long-winded, I'm not a native english speaker so if my writing has many mistakes or inaccurate words, please understand and give advice so that I can develop better.

as usually, you are going to the library alone to read some book or just take a nap at 1 pm before the second class session begin. you lean your shoulders against the chair hoping that all your tiredness will transfer to the chair quickly but the reality is not.

you start to throw your head back and slowly close your eyes enjoying the soothing silence. “okay, I'll close my eyes for ten minutes and then I'll look for a new book to read,” you mumble and say to yourself. but still five minutes in, the sound of footsteps and the creak of a chair being pulled makes you wake up but you keep your eyes closed.

the smell of wood perfume spreads to your sense of smell. smelling it, feeling it, feel more comfortable to close your eyes and go to sleep. suddenly you think of one person who has the same distinctive smell. "haha, no way," you reassure yourself. "but what if it's really him?" your mind begin to fight with each other, fighting to convince yourself who wins.

you slowly open your eyes and return your head back to normal position. taking a few breaths but your heartbeat is getting faster, like you're getting ready to run a race.

you see a man sitting leaning against a bookshelf, carrying a book in his hand. he doesn't look forward, he just stares down at the book he's taking.

“who is that? i do not ever seen him before, is he a student in the next building? if so, why did he come all the way here?” your head is very noisy right now just because of her presence. you try your best to stop thinking about who she is, even try to divert your mind to a book that you read but all your efforts are in vain.

the sound of footsteps can be heard walking towards you, trying your hardest to look natural so that you won't be caught fighting with yourself.

"excuse me, can I sit here?" his heavy voice echoes throughout the room but feels soft to the ears. you just nodded your head in response without looking at him. "thanks," he replies.

you cleared your throat, “so, who are you?” no answer coming out from him. “are you a student here too?” your voice gets quieter at the end. your eyes try to steal a glance at him, as he smiles slightly. “yeah,” his eyes meet yours as the answer escaped his lips.

unconsciously you hands covered your mouth in surprise at his presence. “for god’s sake, jeon wonwoo??” slowly your right eye feels something dropping, a tear. tears of happiness, not sadness.

he close his book. “yeah, hai ? how’s life?”

you smirk. “bad as you leaving.”

“is that bad?”

“guess by yourself.”

he is laughing softly at there, put his books aside so he can get a little closer to you. “i’m sorry,” his hand slowly reaching yours, he move his thumb gently along your back of hand, trying to make you a little calmer.

“i hate you,” you said with a bitter laugh. “where have you been?” his other hand tries to wipe away your tears, “yeah, you should guessed it yourself.”

you tilt your head, asking what’s the meaning in silence. “family issue,” he said. you gasp shocked, “don’t worry, I’m okay now.” you exhaling a sigh of relief is like releasing a burden that has been held for years and it turns into the biggest smile you ever do—after he leaving.

time flies so fast, it’s half past two in the afternoon, half an hour until your second session class starts and you have to rush to class. “Omg, i have to go now.”

he tilts his head, “where?”. your hands stop neatly arranging the book you’re reading and stare at him, “class. don’t you have any class today?” he shook his head, you rolls your eyes. “glad to hear that, take your time."

his hand gently pulls your hand when you are about to stand up, “what?” you gaze at him. wonwoo—who is pulls your hand—had no idea what is he doing right now, “can I go with you?” his eyes stare at you straight but pleadingly.

you look him in the eye. “where?”

“your class?”

“no, you can’t jeon wonwoo.”

“why?”

you rolls your eyes. “my teacher would kill you.”

his eyes opened wide after hearing your words. “if you want, you can wait for me here or in the indoor garden,” you trying to give him another options.

“okay, I will wait you at the indoor garden.” he answering with full of enthusiasm.

he also stands up and packs up the books he picked up earlier. after he is done with it, his hand grasped yours gently, giving it a comforting touch.

you huffs, "you'll have to tell me everything, from when you left the house until now."

he grunted, "it's too much, I can't do it."

"I didn't say everything has to be told now did I?" you looks up at him and grinned then Wonwoo realized that immediately. he chuckled then patted your head lightly, "nice try."

you and wonwoo walked out of the library hand in hand with a little laughter, "come back tomorrow?" you ask.

"Yes, I'm always here." He answering with a very shady smile. "But I'd never see you," you mutter thoughtfully.

Wonwoo ruffles your hair playfully as he laughs, "That's because you're always sleeping."

realizing your cheeks and face were flushed, you quickly turned your face away from him then snorted in annoyance as if sulking and left him behind you. he yelled while catching up with you with his merry laughter.

you point your little finger in front of him, "promise not to leave me again?" he frowned, and didn't move.

from that moment onwards, wonwoo and you always met at the library and sometimes went home together.

"oh okay", just as you were about to pull your finger back, wonwoo linked his little finger to yours. "promise."

Wonwoo smiles so wide that his neat rows of teeth are exposed, and your chest feels tight like it's filled with millions of butterflies that suddenly want to swarm out of there.

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt scenarios #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fic #wonwoo fluff #fic writing #jeon wonwoo #seventeenweeklyarticle #svt fic #seventeen x reader

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guiraguira · 10 months

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hi! I have a very specific idea, don't write it if you don't want to. How about lost Jyushi who finds a lost little girl and they both wait for them to look for them and in the end the reader becomes affectionate with him because of how attentive he was with the girl?

Lost Children ✨

Hello darling!!! It's the first time I've been asked for Jyushi and the idea is so sweet! (Even the ending) ❤️

Warning: none specific, just a little suggestive at the end.

Jyushi x reader

° Until a few moments ago they were walking hand in hand in the middle of the festival, it was particularly crowded and the tide of people accidentally separated them. I didn't know how to meet you again and in the midst of this confusion I couldn't call you on your cell phone either.

° Moving away from the crowd, he thinks what to do, he stands under a tree trying to recognize your face among the strangers but he is unsuccessful. The fear of being lost and the shame flood his mind, his eyes are already clouding with tears about to come out.

° In the middle of this, he feels that they take his hand and he quickly turns around believing that it is you, but it is not. A little girl holds him tight, babbling something between sobs. He's not sure what to do himself, he almost cries a moment ago.

° "heyy… mmm.. what's up? What's your name?" He asks, bending down at the girl's height to hear her better, but she chokes on tears as she tries to speak. Remembering your techniques to calm him down, he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes away the girl's tears.

° "Look, here is Amanda, she helps me when I'm sad" he offers it to her, getting her to calm down, she quickly realized that she was lost just like him. "Do you want me to help you find your parents?" The minor who had barely recovered threatens to cry again and Jyushi flies to the cotton candy stand with the girl in her arms, buying one to entertain the child with something else.

° There is no longer even a tear on the infant's cheeks, his eyes are surprised by the gift he gave him and amid shouts of happiness he voraciously eats the candy. Giving small pieces to Jyushi at irregular intervals so he can taste it too.

° They were so distracted enjoying the food that they didn't notice when the girl's parents arrived and what's more, you were behind them, helping them find his daughter while you were looking for him. Exchanging thanks they are about to say goodbye, when the girl tugs at his clothes asking him to get down, giving him a quick hug before running to her parents again.

° "I didn't think you were going to be taking care of that girl, it was a lot of coincidence, right?" You tell him when the family is far enough away, intertwining your fingers with his.

° "Actually… I got lost and she just found me" she smiles softly at you before continuing "I was crying too, so I lent Amanda to her and gave her some candy… I was glad she found her family quickly" but then his voice cracks a bit "I didn't ruin our date did I?" he asks under her breath.

° You stop dead, staring at him, you can't believe that he just told you that, is he not aware of when he does a good deed? "My darling, why would you? You behaved very well with that little girl helping her" Your hands are placed on his waist pulling him closer to you. "That was very sweet of you" you finally hug him resting your head on his chest.

° Given the height difference you can clearly hear his heart beating like crazy. "It's just because you're good to me" he says returning your hug "oh, come on don't be like that.." Clasping your hands behind his neck you pull him up giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

° "You're very good naturally!" And you kiss him again, making him start to blush. "And your heart beats so fast for that act that it's impossible for it to be my fault" you say before placing another kiss on his lips. Falling apart in your grasp he dies of embarrassment, when you get affectionate in public he doesn't know what to do.

° "Please, people are watching us!..." although it is true, you care little or nothing, you want everyone to see how happy they are together. "Ah, but you can't complain about this!" This time your kiss is a little longer and you leave him breathless.

�� "Not here, wait…" you become more daring at those words, with all the intention of making him nervous "so where can I? .." you ask, smiling seductively, entangling your fingers in the hair of his nape.

° Jyushi swallows nervously, he's never prepared for when you get like this "would it be okay at my house?..." You say kissing him again, pulling his lower lip.

° "wherever, but not here... not here" he asks, almost trembling, "wherever?..." From the smile you return, he knows that he was wrong about what he said, but it's too late to retract it, he follows you by the hand wherever you lead it.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic x reader #jyushi x reader #jyushi aimono #hypmic jyushi #aimono jyushi #bad ass temple #jyushi aimono x reader #hypmic fluff

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dtspersonalnightmare · 1 month

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The Volturi Kings-

Meeting child reader

(Human Reader, no pronounce so GN Reader)

Aro Volturi-

Aro looked down at the you as you stood there awkwardly. He started to laugh. “An uninvited Human joined us!”, He seemed amused as he said that. He then started to face you:” Is the little child lost?” But he didn’t get an answer. Aro stood up and came closer to you. “Are you searching for someone?”, he asked softly but you shook your head. Aro stood up and kneeled down infront of you:” What’s your name, little one?” You answered the question quietly. “Hmm… that’s a cute name.”, he said because other than people assume he liked children and didn’t want to be mean to the child in front of him. “Thank you.”, you replied. Aro smiled at that. “Did you come with someone or did you come alone?” “Alone.”, was everything he got. Aro stood up again:” Okay, did you have something to eat yet?”, he asked and the you shook your head. Aro looked down at you:” You poor child. Wait here I’ll grab you some food.” After that he left and some minutes later he came back with some hot food and water. “Huh… thank you.”, you mumbled. “No problem.”, he replied as you started to eat the food not realizing that you shouldn’t trust him that easily. “Wait here for a moment.”, Aro left and came back with some toys and sweets. “Thank you!”, you said again as he gave them to you and Aro grinned. “It’s alright.” You started to eat the sweets, seemingly never learned not to take sweets from strangers. Aro ruffled your hair:” Have fun little kid.” As he said that he went a bit away watching you play. It was wholesome. The other two kings looked at him confused but soon Marcus also watched the child while Caius was just annoyed. You Threw a toy plane around giggling:” It flies!” While you did that you ate chocolate making your whole face full with it. Aro smiled at that. You threw the plane over and over again and then it hit Aro. “Did you just throw the plane at me?”, he asked furious and you looked at him with teary eyes. “I am sorry.”, you replied guilty and Aro’s face softened. “It’s fine just be more careful next time.”, he said and you nodded extremely, wiping your tears away. Aro threw the plane back to you making you giggle extremely. Long story short he adopted you in the end.

Marcus Volturi-

Marcus sat in the library reading a book as he heard a silent rustle and then a thud. He looked up. “Who’s there?”, he asked into the silence and a moment later the head of a child popped out behind one of the shelves. The kid (you) looked at him with innocent eyes making Marcus wonder what he was doing here. „Who are you?“, Marcus repeated as he kept looking at you. You then start giggling hiding behind the shelve again. Marcus sighed standing up and coming behind the shelve where you hide but you weren’t there anymore as Marcus looked around trying to find you he heard a giggle. Marcus walked towards the giggle but again you disappeared. Marcus was confused. You were really fast. A moment later he felt a small hand touching his back making Marcus turn around seeing you look up at it. Marcus kneeled down. „Hello, small one, what’s your name?“, he asked softly so he wouldn’t scare you. You started giggling loudly making Marcus smile slightly:“ So? What is it?“ You replied with your name and he nodded. „Read!“ He looked at you confused. „What?“, he asked confused. „Read, please!“, you replied making Marcus think:“ You want me to read for you?“ You nodded at his question and so Marcus took you onto his arms, choosing a book that was suitable for a child and then sat down, placing you on his lap. He started to read to you. You were listening in awe looking up at him as he finished you clapped into your hands excited:“ Again!“ Marcus normally sad and melancholic mood faded completely and he smiled reading the same story a second time. You giggled excited:„ Again!“ The day went on as Marcus kept reading the same story over and over again making you laugh and clap. „Book!“, you reached out for the book and Marcus gave it to you wondering what you would do. To his surprise you looked into it and pointed at the first sentence. „Once upon a time…!“, you said and Marcus nodded. „Yes, the first four words are once upon a time.“, he replied making you giggle again clapping into your hands happy. After that Marcus and you were meeting up everyday. He was either reading to you, teaching you to read yourself or talking to you. This was how you gained your father.

Caius Volturi-

Your first meeting with Caius was rather… let’s say dangerous. He had immediately tried to kill you making you cry loudly which had stopped the cruel king because you were looking so cute when crying and not even the cold-hearted Caius could stop but adore the small child. He then tried to calm you. “Shhh, shhhh, shhhh no need to cry, little kid, I’m not going to hurt you.”, Caius said as you cuddled against him, he then brought you to Marcus to make him look out for you not ready to do it himself. He then kept visiting playing with you for ten minutes and then leaving you back again. With the time the minutes got more until they turned to hours. Caus had really fallen for you. You were his child now and he loved you as his child and it didn’t take long until everyone was adoring you the guards, Caius and Marcus, not even Aro was able to escape the spell you as the new little bean in the castle were putting onto everyone. No one was save from it and your cute little begging eyes, this cute little smile that made all their hearts race with joy and love for the child they wanted to adopt. “I loving you!”, you said first pointing at yourself and then at the a Volturi making all their hearts go up in pure joy of your cuteness. You were their child.

#aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #volturi #reader

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