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thatgirlyourejected · 26 days

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Yandere Opera x ex girlfriend reader. Prompt 2

You live like this? Clearly you need me to take care of you.

Trigger warning, smoking, depressing themes, yandere themes, abuse, homelessness, kissing, bondage, mentions of sex.

You lazily took a drag from your cigarette, inhaling the bitter tobacco; let it fill your lungs, infesting them, tainting them. With a puff a ring of rose, releasing the addictive substance into bitter morning air. You rest your upper body against your veranda, a small consolation attached to your otherwise decrepit apartment.

Things hadn’t been going smooth for you, your bloodline magic weaker compared to the rest of your siblings; not a good thing considering how traditional your family was, “only the strong survive.” You could hear your mothers voice echo with the taunts of your siblings. They were merciful enough to kick you out after graduation, rather than follow up on the promise of killing you. Things spiraled from there, with no friends or support so to speak, it was hard finding shelter, with little to no money there was a bit of time you were on the streets. Sneers of disgust at your grimy appearance we’re plentiful. Finding a job was equally as challenging, and you weren’t about to prostitute yourself, you still had your pride as a demon. So you scrounged, clawed, fought… and finally you found where you fit; a small time job working at an ice cream stand at an amusement park, newly hiring employees after it was demolished by a freak accident. It was small change but it was enough to live.

If you had to say anyone would’ve been on your side, it would be your ex Opera… well not really, you were just childhood sweethearts, things changed and you lost contact with him. What can you say that’s life, demons come and go.

You sigh heavily, flicking you cigarette. The past month had been odd, ever since you settled in to your apartment you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. Thing moved, or disappeared all together; you tried writing it off as being forgetful, or just because of how messy the apartment was, but it was hard with how frequent it’s becoming.

The apartment was one room, you had a small cot, at the center, the kitchen consisted of a small folding table, a microwave, and a mini fridge, the bathroom was hidden by a curtain, leaving little privacy. Most of your thing were strew about in no particular order, seeing as you had nowhere to store them, clothing was folded next to the cot, under the cot was your essentials, laundry was piled high next to the toilet, the kitchen was filled with boxes of dried food, cutlery and dished stacked under the sink counter. With how mall the room was it left barely a path to leave.

Too deep in your thoughts you were startled feeling arms wrapping around your waist, kisses were planted on you neck, with a familiar purr. “Opera?” You recognized his scent, his purr. “You live like this?” He murmured. I hummed, “not much of a choice.” His arms tightened, “clearly you need me to take care of you.” He growled. I shook him off, “what do you mean? I’m doing the best I can?” I whispered, avoiding his piercing gaze. “Marry me.” It wasn’t a question.

You wished things hadn’t been so rushed, you wished you never agreed, but a part of you loved him and hated him. He was never around, and your resentment grew. You tried to leave, but every time ended with punishment that left you delirious with pleasure, sometimes you were left chained to the bed for days. If only you hadn’t be so desperate for a happy ending.

#welcome to demon school #welcome to demon school iruma kun #demon school #yandere #asks are open #opera #opera x reader #reader #prompt 2 #yandere x reader #yandere Opera #tw #gn #gender neutral reader #no gender specified

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second-best-sibling · 2 months

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Hatchetfield OC week Day 2

Apotheosis

@hatchetfieldocweek

Taylor and Daniel (stopwatch) I wrote a little story for this

Corey in his apocalypse arc. Not as polished but I copied a part of a roleplay that's canon to this

This one was fun cause TGWDLM is my favorite. Hope you like 💙

#SecondBestSibling hatchetfield oc #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #hatchetfield oc week #prompt 2 #starkid #tgwdlm #taylor keane #daniel yellowjacket #daniel stopwatch #corey hatchetfield #lauren lopez #jon matteson #jeff blim #pokotho #hatchetfield oc

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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Ambient

Harry Potter was a human octopus. Wrapping himself snugly around Draco, cocooning him in his arms, chest pressed against Draco’s back, thigh draped over Draco’s hip.

Nose brushing Draco’s skin, nuzzling against his neck, he sighed contentedly.

“You’re so tactile,” Draco mumbled.

Harry stilled, “too much?”

A confession, “Just right.”

Written for the @microficmay prompt: ambient (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)

#microfic may #prompt 2 #drarry #love #soft #fluff #50 words #microficmay2023

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kybercrystals94 · 7 months

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You Can Trust Me

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 2|Prompt:Delirium

Bad Things Happen Bingo|Prompt:Mind Games

Rating: T

(CW: non consensual drug use)

Words: 1,282

Summary: Captured and drugged, Tech struggles to grasp reality.

TECH

General Skywalker’s voice calls over the din of blaster fire, “Tech, open that door for Rex!”

“Yes, sir!” Tech responds instantly, darting across the open to the sealed entrance. After a moment, Rex is at his shoulder, exchanging rounds with the enemy, covering Tech as he splices into the system. This feels familiar, Tech thinks distantly, the door sliding open at his hacked instruction.

Tech scans the room. This is where the signal came from. Echo has to be here, if there is any physical form of Echo to find at all. Tech approaches a large cylindrical contraption inset within the wall, sleek and awful. Familiar...why is this familiar? His scan shows that something warm-blooded and alive is tucked inside. A heavy, knotted thing forms in his stomach. “I don’t like the look for this. I’m definitely picking up a life-form in there. It seems to be a stasis chamber.”

Rex approaches the device like it might lash out. Tech cannot see the reg captain’s facial expression because of the helmet, but his body language practically screams trepidation.

Tech goes to the controls, glancing over them briefly to familiarize himself. “I think I can get it open.” His mind processes faster than even his fingers can move, but within seconds, the chamber is hissing as it unseals, icy vapor billowing from the now open hatch. A figure falls forward, grey – almost bloodless – skin stretched thin over sharp bones. Despite his shrunken structure, familiar clone eyes stare out, open but unseeing, flitting rapidly.

Echo...Tech thinks, horror stuttering his thoughts. I know him...he’s my friend. Why do I know him?

Rex’s voice rallies Tech back. The man is holding Echo stable so that his body isn’t pulling against the tubes and wires literally latched into the broken frame of their brother. “Tech, we got to get him out of here. Figure out how to unplug him from...from this mess!” Rex is lowering Echo to the ground, holding him in his arms, whispering words Tech can’t hear.

But Tech wants to comfort Echo too, feels as though he needs to rush to his side, hold him companionably as Rex is doing now. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it happened. I didn’t know Echo before Skako Minor...I shouldn’t remember this. It hasn’t happened yet. Something is wrong.

Suddenly, Echo is gasping, eyes now seeing but wild with panic. It sounds like he’s suffocating.

“What’s happening to him?” Rex cries, pulling Echo up against him, “Do something, Tech! What is wrong with him?”

Tech falls next to them with his med scanner, his hands are shaking so badly he can barely get a reading. Echo is dying. His body is shutting down. He isn’t going to make it.

No...this isn’t what happened. This isn’t how it happened! Echo is fine. He’s going to join the Batch, he’s going to be my brother...he can’t die.

Echo’s frantic gaze meets Tech’s, a single tear tracking down the ashen skin of his cheek. “Tech,” he gasps, the word barely taking shape in his shallow, choking breaths. “It’s going to be okay. Can you hear me, Tech?” The words are garbled but distantly clear, like hearing a voice through water. “Tech?”

Tech shakes his head. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. This shouldn’t be happening.

With one last, gargled breath, Echo says, “Tech,” and his body goes still.

Tech reaches out, but he can’t bring himself to touch the dead form of his friend, his brother, his confidant. This isn’t right. We saved him. We saved him!

ECHO

The cell door is easy to hack, almost an insult to security systems, but Echo doesn’t have time to relish the ease with which he scomps in and undoes the lock. The door opens and Echo steps inside. He instantly finds Tech, curled in the corner, arms folded over his face protectively.

Echo taps his comm. “Hunter, I found Tech. Sending our location now. I’ll need help getting him back to the Marauder.”

Echo doesn’t wait for a response, rushing to his youngest brother. He kneels and puts a hand on Tech’s arm. “Tech,” he says, alarmed when his voice causes Tech to flinch and pull away from his touch. “It’s going to be okay. Can you hear me, Tech? Tech?” As gently as he can, he pries Tech’s arms away from his face. “Tech,” he says again when he sees that Tech’s eyes are open, his face frozen in an expression of displacement.

Tech’s eyes gloss over him with a look of stricken uncertainty. “Echo?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Echo says, pulling off his helmet. “Are you alright? Do you remember what happened?”

Tech doesn’t seem to hear him or comprehend the question. He scrambles to a sitting position, reaching out his hands. Echo resists the urge to recoil in surprise when Tech begins to trace his face with trembling fingers. Then they fall to grip Echo’s cuirass. “You’re really here?” Tech breathes the question on an exhale, his familiar tone tattered with fraught emotion.

“I’m here, brother,” Echo says, resting his flesh hand against the back of Tech’s neck, pulling him forward until their foreheads press together.

“You’re real?” Tech reiterates, the words barely audible.

But Echo hears them. “I’m real. You’re safe.”

Tech’s resolve crumbles then, and he begins to sob, clutching to Echo like Echo will simply melt away if he lets go. “I’m sorry,” Tech cries. “I’m so sorry.”

Echo moves his arms around Tech, embracing him, holding him steady. He hushes him soothingly. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. Hunter should be here soon, and we’ll go back to the Marauder. We’ll get off this karking planet and never come back.”

Tech nods, tears leaking from under his goggles, and Echo holds him tighter. He hopes that Tech can’t feel the thunder of his heart under his armor. He isn’t sure what the drug made Tech see or believe, but what if there is residual damage even after they flush the toxin from his system? PTSD doesn’t sit well with the Kaminoans. While the Batch has done a decent job of hiding Echo’s…what if Tech’s is different?

Don’t think like that. Tech hasn’t even been treated yet, he reminds himself.

“Here,” Echo says, pulling back, but Tech clings to him almost aggressively, refusing to loosen his grip for even a moment. “Let’s sit against the wall. We’ll be more comfortable.”

Tech considers, breaths still hitching in gasps. “Yes,” he agrees after a moment, allowing Echo to shift and sit beside him. Once Echo has settled, Tech burrows under his arm. He feels smaller, somehow, in this state. Like a child. It reminds Echo of Ashoka, back when she would find herself tucked into Rex’s side after a particularly difficult mission.

“How’re you feeling,” Echo asks when he notices that Tech’s breathing has evened out a little.

Tech pushes himself impossibly closer into Echo’s side. Echo can’t imagine it’s comfortable with his cybernetics and armor jammed against Tech’s ribs; however, maybe that is the grounding Tech needs to know that this is real. “I don’t understand,” Tech says in a soft voice, “On Skako Minor...I couldn’t save you. You died. How are you here?”

“But you did save me, vod’ika,” Echo says gently, “I’m okay. I’m here and I’m real. You were captured and given a drug that causes hallucinations and extreme emotional distress. It’s taking your memories and contorting them.”

Tech shudders. “Then how do I know this is real?”

Echo considers for a moment. “Because I know it is, and you can trust me, Tech’ika. Everything is going to be okay.”

END

End Notes:

vod'ika = little sibling

Tech'ika = affectionate nickname for Tech (like saying 'Little Tech')

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wallpapersdehetalia · 2 months

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Event Post # 3

Prompt 2: Green

Prompt 3: Forest

Photos credit: @seabeck

#hetalia #hetalia wallpapers #phone wallpaper #300 followers event #wallpapersde300 #wallpapersdehetalia #prompt 2 #prompt 3 #hws japan #hetalia japan #theme: green #theme: forest #theme: green forest #theme: collage #collage wallpaper #event post

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fair-fae · 8 months

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FFxivWrite23 Entry #2: Bark

FFxivWrite 2023 FFxivWrite23 Masterpost Prompt #2: Bark

It was an evening like any other when Faye made her way through the rough streets of Ul’dah, the noblewoman clad in fine, white clothes entirely out of place there. The sun had already set, but be it due to foolish naivety or perhaps a more deserved confidence, Lady Covington did not appear nervous of her surroundings. She was not one to drop her guard, however, especially not some place so rife with dangers, and so the sound of a thud and some rustling from an alleyway wedged between two buildings as she passed immediately caught her attention and stopped her in her tracks.

She crept forward to peer around the corner, relieved to find the source of the noise was only a trash bin that had been toppled over by a small and no doubt harmless creature now rummaging through its contents. Quietly, she approached the furry critter which eventually took notice of the sound of her footsteps drawing near, and it withdrew its head from the trash can to look at her. It was a small dog, a motley mix of any and probably every terrier and toy breed, all skin and bones with filthy, matted fur and crusty eyes. The mutt instinctively barked and growled, guarding the chicken bone within his maw, but he quieted after he seemed to decide the Hyur before him was a friendly enough presence. “Oh you poor, precious thing,” Faye cooed and she crouched down, heedless of soiling her long skirt and its pristine fabric on the dirty floor of the alley. Watching the dog, she outstretched one gloved hand and waited patiently for him to overcome his reservations, drop the bone, and hesitantly come closer to sniff her fingers, tiny black nose wiggling and his tail tucked between his skinny, shaking legs. Once he seemed comfortable, she dared to move her hand nearer, her fingers tentatively petting over his head, brushing the overgrown fur from his eyes. “That’s a good boy,” she spoke more honeyed words, and his tail gave a tired little wag. Finding that the pets had been received well enough, Faye scooped the dog up into her arms, paying no mind to the fleas that would surely leap onto her and nip at her flesh, standing up and holding him outward to inspect him with delight. “Let’s go home, get you cleaned up and get you some real food. Oh, and you’ll need a name, of course. Something proper and dignified…” her words trailed off thoughtfully, and with that, Sir Checkers’ fate was sealed. She always did have a soft spot for strays.

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cadrenebula · 8 months

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Prompt #2: Bark

Jesse lounged back against Elijah as the mage read yet another of his many tomes. Reading was definitely not one of Jesse's favorite things but it did mean spending time with Eli. The mage was at least more than happy to cuddle while studying.

"You know..." Eli lowered his book to look at Jesse, running fingers through the soft teal locks of his love. "You could stay here with me. Instead of leaving when the Troupe leaves. We could figure something out that would let us be together despite my family. Maybe whoever they pair me with would let us remain together."

"I don't like it. I still think you could leave with me. Doesn't mean we'd have to stay with the Troupe either. I'm a skilled enough dancer that I could find work elsewhere. Or I'm sure I can learn a trade. People seem to think things are going to get worse in this part of the world before they get better. You know the leaders here are getting power hungry. Your family will be no better a choice. You'd still get forced into whatever conflicts come up." Jesse huffed as he crossed his arms and scowled. Moving from the warmth of Eli's embrace so he could turn to full on look at the mage. "Nonna would more than welcome you among the Troupe. You'd stay with me and I'm sure we could find something for you to do if you wanted to help us. I would just feel better if you would leave here with me. No matter where we go." Taking Eli's free hand between his own. "Please, Love."

Eli sighs as he looks away, gaze conflicted. "I shall consider it. I've never known anywhere but here. I know nothing of the world outside of Mhach."

Jesse stood up now as he gazed towards the door to the room. A frown creasing his brow. "Seems it's time to go for now. I'll be back tomorrow. Please think of what I said." Smiling as he swept a deep graceful bow towards Eli. A playful wink towards his lover as he moved towards the window as the sounds of the angry Vanguard elders were getting closer. He could hear what he assumed was Eli's father barking orders at whoever was with him. Blowing a kiss towards Eli as he climbed out the window.

Eli rushed towards the window to watch Jesse descend the wall with a practiced ease. Clearly the dancer was used to climbing walls. "I love you, Jesse."

"Love you too, Eli." Reaching the ground before smiling up to the mage. "Now go before your family finds you talking to 'a lowlife dancer'. Otherwise they'll make it harder for us to find time together for fear that I'm 'corrupting' you." Earning a laugh from the mage in the window.

Elijah turned from the window to quickly hide any evidence that anyone had been in the room but him. Looking up from the tome he was pretending to read when his family and a pair of the Elders of the family barged into the study. Letting them look around for any sign of the dancer and finding none. Playing it cool as his father glared at him, suspecting but having no proof.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Prompt 2 #Prompt Bark #A Never Ending Promise #Ronove's History #About Ronove #Jesse and Elijah #Time for some more back story on Ronove's mortal life #A pair of lovers sneaking around cause Eli's family doesn't approve

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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16. “I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days...” -ramuda🍭

# tags: scenario; friends/lovers; soulmates!au; light angst; mostly fluff; mention of insomnia and other problems; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ramuda amemura {hypmic}

author’s note: i wrote very little about soulmate trope so... :)

16. “I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days…”

Having a soulmate sucks.

Or at least that’s your personal experience, ‘cause while your siblings seem really delighted, and all your older cousins are in the process of planning weddings with their other halves, you have been struggling with insomnia, skin problems and a constant sense of stress and anxiety for several years. Your soulmate sleeps horribly, eats poorly, and is probably a workaholic. You feel constant pressure on yourself, and you are exhausted every day.

That day you were at your friend’s and you were wondering about your future and when you would finally meet your soulmate. Long time ago Dice found his who turned out to be a croupier at his favorite casino. He was happy, proud, in love, and above all, rested. His complexion was literally beautiful, his hair shiny, and his smile was full of life. He was your perfect opposite.

“Hey... Are you okay, Y/N-chan?” The young man looked at you with a slight concern in his eyes, and you just nodded. You gripped the warm mug tighter between your hands, then looked at him.

“I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days…” You whispered, almost falling asleep. “My soulmate has been awake for almost a day.” You added, slowly placing the mug on the glass table. “I should go home, I don’t want to cause trouble. I’m sure you have plans with your girl.” You added with a slight smile, getting up slowly.

“W-Wait. You know, Y/N-chan. My bandmate has been feeling bad lately because of his soulmate. Maybe I should call him? Maybe he could help you overcome the worst moments?” He said it, though it sounded like a monologue to himself. Tired, you only replied with a another nod.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

Your friend’s friend showed up at his place within the next thirty minutes. He looked like a contented guy who definitely had no health problems because of his soulmate, his future partner. Again – unlike you. In fact, the rapper struggled with daily mood swings and sleepy thoughts. He also often felt that his soulmate was simply sad and unproductive at work.

There are three ways to know your soulmate: The first is touch. It is the best solution for the blind people, but also for those who communicate by touch. The second way is to look someone in the eye and be sure that the person in front of us is our eternal partner. The last and rarest way is the immediate improvement of the mood and the disappearance of all undesirable effects in our body and on our psyche. It’s a burst of adrenaline and endorphins in the brains of both sides.

When you and Ramuda looked at each other, everything was just ‘okay and as always’. However, as you introduced yourself, you involuntarily felt a... surge of energy. Your face lit up and you felt like you had taken a twelve-hour nap in the world’s softest and largest bed. You then looked at the man with the lollipop in his mouth, who seemed to be seriously surprised, and then at your best friend.

“...Couldn’t you have introduce us to each other sooner, Dice? I’ve been suffering from insomnia for almost four years!”

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luciusspriggss · 2 years

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@ourflagmeansparty

Our Flag Means Party Prompt 2 Team Red: Found

Stede finding family, love, and freedom

Prompt 1: x, x, x Prompt 2: x, x, x Prompt 5: x Prompt 6: x

#ofmd #our flag means death #team red #prompt 2 #ofmdaily #ofmdgifs #ofmdblog #uservici #userannika #agentplant #userkels #stede bonnet #ed teach #edward teach #ed x stede #the crew of the revenge #marinasedits #gif set #ourflagmeansparty

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danitza-drtc · 1 year

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Entrapdak Positivity Month: Cake

Well here this little drawing for the Entrapta's Birthday🎈🎂💯, we know that she would love little cakes!! Happy birthday princess!!

Here extra gift/ bonus for this prompt 💙❤️😘

Ok it's so sweet that your husband has prepared your cakes (well here little cakes 💜🎂✨✨✨). And Imp is happy to help his daddy 😗😗😗.

#entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #entrapdak positivity month #entrapdak positivity month 2023 #prompt 2 #cake #traditional art #markers #myart #my art and fanart

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fanfictasia · 4 months

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Whumpuary Prompt 2

Choking

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Nighttime Fear

“You’re weak,” Krell snarls, stalking towards him. “You’re a failure!”

He feels frozen. Trapped. “No.”

“You have a duty!” his voice rings out though the darkness of Umbara. “You had orders! You’re a part of something larger than yourself. Or are you too narrow-minded to see that?”

Krell used to say things like that. All the time. Always. “My duty is to my brothers,” Hunter says, “To protect them first.”

Krell scoffs, turning away. “And how are you doing at that?”

He’s a failure. He is. He knows that. Doesn’t want to think of it, though. He – he’s made so many mistakes. Everything – everything that’s happened was his fault. Hunter was supposed to protect them. He should have kept them together, kept them safe. He always fought to keep them together before, but…

He failed them. In every way he could have.

“You should have stopped them!” Krell snarls, and Hunter gasps as his hand wraps around Hunter’s neck, crushing.

He might’ve hurt them before, but this is a first. First Hunter’s dreamed of, anyway.

“You’ll fail them, too,” Krell hisses, “You’re weak. You’re soft.” It’s an echo of what Crosshair had said, and Hunter struggles in his grip, but Krell has always had a Wrecker-level strength.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #whumpuary #whumpuary 2024 #whumpuary prompt 2 #prompt 2 #prompt two #whumpuary prompt two #the bad batch #hunter #pong krell #krell #hunter and krell #jedi hunter #angst #hunter needs a hug #bad batch

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thedarknesssings · 8 months

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Prompt 2: No Light Here

Prompt 2: Bark - FFXIV Write 2023 Characters: Kyllian de Fosse; Antoinaux de Sombret Content Warning: Mental and physical abuse.

A snowflake kissed the tip of his nose. Kyllian pulled his fur-lined coat all the tighter around himself. More flakes followed, dancing around him and sticking to the dark strands of his long hair.

“Kyllian?”

A sharp gasp escaped his throat and he turned on a stiletto heel to face the man directly behind him. So lost in his thoughts about the swirling snow, he failed to hear his approaching steps. His arms hunched in some more, grateful he’d taken one of the long winter coats. It covered most of him, the leather that clung to his figure like a second skin, as well as the parts of his slate-hued skin that was quite clearly on display. The wicked heeled boots that rode up to mid-thigh was all the man could notice.

“They say you quit. The higher ups are being all hush hush on why. What’s going on?”

Kyllian sucked in a breath and cast a glance toward the dark grey clouds smeared against the backdrop of night beyond. “I’m still recovering. They wanted to put me on a desk job, Antoinaux. I’m, uh—“ He cut himself off there and shook his head. The scent of alcohol, smoke, and a mixture of colognes permeated the air around him, a cloying scent he was damn sure Antoinaux had to notice. “Not interested.”

“Mm, well, can I walk you home?” Antoinaux fell into step alongside him, offering one of his arms. “Noticed you were limping when I saw you.”

Kyllian bit back the groan rising in his throat. Violet eyes slid closed for the moment it took him to take the man’s offered arm. Leaning into him relieved some of the ache in his leg. Antoinaux hadn’t been wrong. “Thanks.”

“You haven’t answered any of my messages.” His voice was quiet. Nothing accusatory, just more of a calm observation. “Did I do something wrong?”

His body stiffened without meaning to. Kyllian glanced to the man at his side, his brow furrowing slightly. Antoinaux was a handsome elezen with wheat blond hair and sky blue eyes. Tall, well-muscled, connected socially, a decorated knight, everything anyone could want in a partner. “Oh, uh, no. I’ve been busy. Trying to figure out things. Look for work. You know how it is.”

Antoinaux had no idea how that was. He nodded his head and they walked on in silence for a few blocks. The building his flat was in soon loomed ahead of them. Antoinaux stepped forward, guiding Kyllian effortlessly up the steps. Their breath exhaled in plumes of smoke, like dragon’s breath, while Kyllian fetched out his keys.

He opened the door and regarded Antoinaux. “Appreciate the company. I’ll mes—“

A hand gripped his arm tightly, hoisting him in through the open door and into the building foyer. Antoinaux shook his head and dragged Kyllian in against his chest. “No, you’re not shaking me that easily again. It’s two bells past midnight, Kyllian. Do you really think I was here out of chance?”

“I—“ Kyllian swallowed thickly and licked his lips. Tension stole across his body, loosened his hand holding his coat closed. His other grasped Antoinaux’s arm. “I mean, you don’t live that far aw—“

A palm cracked across his face, sending his head snapping to the side and his vision to spinning for a breath. He gasped in pain, his hand rising to clutch to the burn of his cheek. That was going to bruise.

“Such a pretty idiot. Like always. No fucking clue.” Antoinaux smiled down at him, the hand that had just struck him used not to smooth back the disarray of his purple and black hair. “I’ve missed you, Kyllian. Don’t ever think you can drop me. You’ll never find anyone as good as I am to you.”

Kyllian winced and jerked against the tight grip Antoinaux had on him. He swallowed the bile stinging the back of his tongue, the harsh words with it. Overpowering the strength Antoinaux had was futile and saying what he wanted never added up well for him in the end. How could he spend a decade tearing people and their lives apart, just to wind up powerless against this one fucking man?

Maybe this was his penance for all the lives he destroyed. Kyllian groaned softly and let Antoinaux drag him toward the stairs. This is what he deserved, a love like this with a man whose bark was as bad as his bite.

#FFXIV Write 2023 #Prompt 2 #writers on tumblr #ffxiv writers #elezen #Ishgard #Kyllian #Antoinaux #domestic abuse #I'm off to a cheery start this year

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Sicktember #2

Prompt: Quest for a Cure

Fandom/OCs: DnD OCs (Filius, Gundor, Kandry, Lorellyn)

Words: 2200

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: I couldn’t see the word quest without thinking of my favorite adventuring party, though I haven’t written them since last Sicktember. They just make me happy, okay? This fill is one of the few that didn’t have any prompt inspo this year but I think it came out really nicely in spite of that. At risk of sounding egotistical, I'll say I think it's one of the more poetic things I wrote this year. Or maybe I just have a soft spot for this foursome and this setting.

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Lorellyn threw open the door to the party's shared suite in the inn, excitement dancing in her eyes.

"I've had an idea!" she called. "I think I know our next step!"

Her sleepy companions roused themselves. Filius, who had been dozing in one of the beds, shuffled into the room rubbing an eye. Kandry, red-nosed and sniffling, had also been sitting in bed, but she set aside her books and notes right away, giving the Elf her attention. Gundor had been doing his daily weapon maintenance, but he lay down his ax eagerly, even as he coughed into a handkerchief.

"For th' quest? What've yeh found, lass?" asked the Dwarf.

"Nothing new, not here… but that's exactly the problem. The trail has gone cold in these parts, at least for now. I believe we should travel south, just as we've been saying we should do for months. We each have mentioned contacts in the southern tip that might have information for us, but we are never able to get there when it's warmer. The winter months are the perfect time to go explore that region, before it gets busy for us in this area again. We can start with a friend of my father's, an old war companion, who has a farm in the Way South. I know he has a stake in some of the things we've been exploring, and I'm certain he'd have some information for us. I've found a group of Halfling merchants that are traveling that way, and they would be happy to have us accompany them, so it's all worked out. What do you say?"

Filius and Gundor were quiet, pondering for a moment. Kandry's eyes had flickered with interest at the mention of a group of Halflings, but she looked skeptical.

"I dunno, Lor. It's such a long way. We'd be gone for at least a month. What if we miss something important here?" asked the Halfling. "And you know how dangerous traveling in winter can be. I'm not sure we're… up for it."

The Halfling gestured at their group for emphasis as she spoke. For it was true, one could see they wouldn't be up for harsh travel just by looking at them. It was midwinter, and the season had not been easy on the adventurers. Even before the first snows, Kandry and Filius had fallen sick with the influenza. Both had gotten seriously ill, and still hadn't fully recovered. Kandry had had a series of colds and sinus infections ever since, and her nose was perpetually red while her head perpetually ached. Filius was shaky and lethargic, and still spiked a low grade fever nearly every night. Even Gundor hadn't escaped. He had had some dealings with a local clan of Dwarves and had stayed with them for many days. In that time he fell ill with a respiratory sickness unique only to Dwarves and had been bedridden for a week, feverish and coughing and weak. A lingering dry cough continued to plague him weeks later. Only Lorellyn was spared, but the mental burden of caring for her ailing companions weighed on her also.

Lorellyn looked around at them all with softness in her eyes, then met Kandry's gaze. "We've spent months and months here with nothing to show for it. I think a change of scenery is exactly what is needed," the Elf said firmly. "And the merchants aren't in any hurry. We'll travel easy, and safely."

"Aye, it's a good plan, lass," Gundor said, stroking his beard as he nodded. "I m'self know of some folk who could use a good shaking down in those parts." He coughed roughly as he finished, jerking his head in frustration.

All eyes turned to their wise Cleric, the final decision resting with him as usual. Filius, flushed and heavy-eyed, slowly nodded. "I agree that we need some fresh surroundings to shake the cobwebs from our minds. Going south is as good a plan as any. You have my vote, Lor."

Lorellyn clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful, then it's settled. I will write to my father's friend at once so he'll be expecting us. The merchants are leaving the day after tomorrow, at first light, and we'll be right there with them."

~~~

The foursome had never had so pleasant a journey as they did with the merchant band. The adventures rode their horses in the midst of the group, surrounded on all sides by carts and ponies and donkeys. It took nigh on three weeks before the end, for they did indeed travel easy, stopping to make safe camp at the first sign of danger or bad weather, but the time flew. Halflings are a merry bunch by nature, and there was always conversation and singing and laughter. They welcomed the adventurers with open arms, happy for the added protection and new folk to talk to. Kandry at first kept herself separate, feeling out of place with these kinsmen that were so different from herself. They would not allow her to distance herself, however, and their welcome was so earnest that she couldn't help but be drawn in.

It was still travel, however, and the weakened foursome felt their weeks of illness heavily as they were once again forced to sleep on bedrolls and spend hours on horseback. They didn't worsen, but neither did their health improve (though their spirits did), and the Halflings fussed over them endlessly, making sure they were always as warm and comfortable as possible.

The landscape changed almost imperceptibly day by day, but by the end of the journey, what was harsh and cold and wintery became bright and warm and green. By the final days, they had stowed their winter cloaks deep in their bags as the sun warmed them from sunup to sundown. They soaked it in eagerly.

Before they knew it, they had reached their destination. The merchants left them nearly on the doorstep of Lorellyn's friend, with fond farewells, and a few tears. Once their new friends had departed, the Elf led them bravely ahead to the sprawling, picturesque homestead that overlooked acres of fields and orchards and vineyards. The door was flung open while they were still a long way off, and a broad High Elf stood grinning, bouncing on his toes as they approached.

"Welcome, welcome, to Everlast. What a joy it is to have you all." He looked each one of them in the eyes, smiling. "I am Gaibel. I hope your time in my home is restful and pleasant.” He turned to Lorellyn last, kissing her on both cheeks as they murmured to each other in Elvish. Though the three others knew some Elvish, they respectfully held back, for a greeting between High Elves is a sacred thing.

In time Gaibel turned back to the rest of them, speaking in common once more: "We have prepared the guest house for your use. I myself wanted to give you the best rooms in my own home, but Lorellyn thought you might want your own dwelling for the duration of your stay here. My beautiful wife Marilai will lead you there now. Please don't hesitate to come to me at any time for anything you might need. In due time we will discuss the mission that has brought you here, but not until after you've had food and rest."

At his words, a breathtakingly beautiful female Elf moved silently from behind him, a smile of welcome gracing her features. She floated down the path that led to a smaller building on a rise across from the main home, gesturing to the companions to follow. She spoke not, but her warm presence made them all feel at ease, travel weary and dirty though they were. She carried a basket, and when they arrived at the guest house she breezed into the kitchen and began to lay out a feast of hot food and cold drinks. The party would have dug in right away, the tantalizing smells almost too much to bear, but Lorellyn shooed them away.

"Let's clean up and change first. The food will keep, never fear."

Stomachs growling, they did as they were told. It was a good thing they were hungry, though, otherwise they might have forgotten the meal in the bliss of the rooms that awaited them. The warm, clean, peace of the huge beds, the steaming, scented baths and the magnificent, soaring windows overlooking sun kissed green fields would have drawn in weaker creatures. The party members lingered far longer than they intended over their grooming. Yet when they returned to the kitchen, yawning, but changed and fresh, the food was as hot as if it had just come out of the oven, and the ice in the drinks looked as if it had just been poured. Marilai was gone but Lorellyn, also clean and changed, acted as host, serving the others. There was no talk at first, as the adventurers were intent on filling their stomachs with food that hadn't been cooked over a campfire.

Kandry, always the most focused, put down her fork first. "When is Gaibel expecting us to meet with him? Tonight?" she croaked, scrubbing at her nose. "I need to review my notes before we see him."

Lorellyn's eyes softened and her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh no, Gaibel won't be available for at least a week. No, we don't have to leave this building for many days, except perhaps to soak in the sun and explore the plantation at our leisure."

Kandry sat back with a frown. "Why would he leave when we just got here? What about the quest?"

"He's not leaving, he's just not available for meetings. Don't you understand? Right now, this IS the quest. Getting you all back to health. Between the sun and the food and the sleep and the medicine that Marilai left for you all, I will see to it that you're well again before we move another step or interrogate another person. Though I don't know what it's like to need sleep, I know what exhaustion is, because I've seen it in each of you everyday for months. I can't stand seeing you all so weak and pale and sick for even one more day. So for now we're continuing MY quest, with the help of Gaibel and Marilai. The quest for a cure. Only when you're well again will Gaibel agree to meet with you about other things. I've given him strict orders about that."

Shocked silence hung over the room, and Lorellyn saw several emotions cross her companions' faces. Filius was the first to start smiling, though, slow and quiet. Then Gundor shook his head, chuckling. Finally, with a dramatic sigh Kandry threw up her hands, smiling in spite of herself.

"I guess I won't complain about a few days off. My face cannot wait to get acquainted with those giant pillows, that's for sure. And there's no such thing as too much familiarity with a good pillow," the Rogue said with a preemptive yawn.

"These legs o' mine wouldn't mind a bit o' leisure," Gundor agreed. "Me ol' knee ain't been th' same since it was broke. Long as there's adequate refreshment," he said, looking at Lorellyn meaningfully.

"They have plenty of ale, don't worry. There should be some in your room," she soothed.

"I haven't been able to take a bath every day in years. There's nothing I'd like more," Filius said softly. "And I'm so tired of being too hot and too cold and too tired. I'm willing to rest and try to get rid of this ailment once and for all."

"Aww, Fil," Lorellyn groaned, pressing her hand to his flushed face and clucking her tongue. "You're already warm. Here, this tonic is yours. Take it right now, poor thing." She produced three vials of different colors and handed one to each of her companions. "These should help all of you. If you don't feel better in a day or two, Marilai will make more."

"You're sure we're not being poisoned?" Kandry asked even as she unstoppered hers and gave it a sniff.

"My father and Gaibel have been as good as brothers for years beyond years. They mean us no harm," Lorellyn said earnestly.

The invalids drank down their tonics with no further complaint. Each felt immediately better in one way or another, especially after the food and drink.

"Now finish eating, and eat as much as you'd like, then off to bed, each of you. I've seen more yawns tonight than I can count," Lorellyn said sternly. "I hope you all sleep all day tomorrow if you want. There's more beverages in your rooms. Once you all have had a few days of decent sleep and food, then we'll see what there is to see."

Like obedient children, they cleared their plates and began to head for bed. Before they could, though, Lorellyn squeezed them all together into a tight hug. "Feel better, all of you. I miss your dear, healthy faces. You'll be back to normal in no time, I just know it."

For once, no one complained about the hug, and they lingered together in the embrace as the pink evening sunlight danced across the fields and came to rest upon their shoulders.

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