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thebowieconstricker · 3 months

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Hello! I saw you wanted requests for Lucifer, and I would love any sort of angst where Lucifer ends up comforting the reader, like maybe something happened to the reader, or the reader is just really stressed and just breaks down

Ease My Mind

(Lucifer Morningstar x reader)

AN: To this request: yes yes yes yes YES I just KNOW that he gives the best hugs and is so ready to comfort the people he loves. For this fic, I decided the angst is a little of everything, job struggles, moral dilemmas, and some self-doubt, so I hope I delivered. This isn’t proofread so please alert me to any errors! Thank you for your request! <333

Summary: You have a bad day at work and it triggers a breakdown. Luckily, your big bad boyfriend is here to help.

Tags: Gender neutral reader, could be read as platonic if you reeeeally squint but it’s implied romantic, heavy on the angst, a dash of fluff, Lucifer is trying his best, you guys are precious.

Warnings: Reader is afraid they’re being used by the people around them and they have lots of thoughts about being useless and others not liking them.

Also, the title is inspired by the song “Ease My Mind” by Ben Platt, go listen to it! Enjoy ya heathens!

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You’ve been used by others for your entire life.

And now you were stuck in that same cycle in death.

As a young, naive, alive-person, you were desperate for some one to love you. Growing up in an environment where compassion was scare, you decided that the only way to get people to notice you was by offering to help them in some way. A favor, a ride, somewhere to crash, and, for one specific person, a place to hide the bodies. In life, you had gotten so deep into your desire to please others that you had latched onto the first person to give you the time of day. Unfortunately for you, that individual happened to have a thing for serial killing.

Looking back on it now as you miserably walked back to the hotel, tears threatening to fall down your face, you couldn’t think about anything other than how stupid and useless you were. It was your fault that they were found out, your fault that the innocents were dead in the first place, your fault you were stuck in hell and that fucker was still out there.

How much time had passed on Earth? How many more had they killed?

On most days, you could compartmentalize, putting the bad thoughts in a little box and shoving it in the back of your brain, but work had broken you today. You worked for the Vees, specifically Velvette, and it was no secret how they overworked and abused their staff. You were stuck picking up Velvette’s leftover energy drinks for as long as she had control of your soul.

And yet. You thought maybe someday, someday you might make a connection. You might impress her, or surprise her, or something, and maybe she would give you a break.

But no. Today you had been an hour late for the first time and Velvette had screeched at you, calling out all of your flaws and insecurities and bringing all of the horrible memories that you had oh-so-carefully stowed away to light. But you held back tears and did your fucking job, the emotions boiling all day and the hectic office space doing nothing to calm it.

You had needed this cry for a long time, and now there was no stopping it.

Walking along the brimstone pathways, you finally made your way to the rickety Hazbin Hotel. Its incomprehensible height only worsened your now growing headache as you walked up to the doors, grabbing the handles and swinging the heavy iron frame and red-stained glass open.

You immediately started towards your room, but you were blocked by the obnoxiously cheery Princess of Hell herself, Charlie.

Charlie’s not obnoxious, you’re so vile for thinking that.

Shit, the thoughts were getting worse and you could not do this right now.

Charlie, oblivious to your mood, smiled brightly. “There you are! How was work? I’ve got someone here who’s been waiting-“

You shoved past her, bumping her harshly.

“Not in the mood.”

Charlie frowned in confusion behind you.

“But, wait, hey-“ You ignored her pleas and- ah shit, now Angel’s in front of you.

“Hey, babe, you might wanna hang around for a sec-“

You shut your eyes tightly and moved your hands towards his chest, your fight or flight kicking in as you pushed him.

“ANGEL, leave me alone.”

Why would you yell at Angel like that? He’s just being nice.

Shut up shut up SHUT UP

Everything was only getting worse. You bolted to the grand staircase and raced up the steps. As you sped down the seemingly infinite hallways, the tears you had been fighting back for the last millennia finally fell. With a choked sob, you finally spotted your bedroom and lurched for the doorknob, swinging the door open and slamming it behind you as you bursted into your room. You ran to your bed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly as you loudly cried.

Charlie only keeps you here because she needs the guests, you know. She hates you. They all hate you. They wish you weren’t here. You’re just lying there, crying, why would they want you?

The hateful thoughts were all you could hear in your mind. As you pulled your knees to your arms holding your pillow, you wanted nothing more than to disappear. To just pop out of existence and finally be free of the burden of yourself.

Then, suddenly, three knocks at the door.

“GO AWAY.” You screamed, throat on fire from your sobbing.

A voice came from outside. A smooth, relaxed, kind male voice.

“It’s me, hon.”

You froze, terrified. Quickly you climbed to the floor on the left side of your bed, blocking your body from the view of the door. You took several deep breaths, trying to steady your nerves.

“Come in.” You said shakily.

You heard the door creek open, then footsteps.

“Where ya hiding these days?” He awkwardly chuckled, clearly trying to lighten up the mood you were in.

“Just- stay over there.” You were still holding your pillow, and you gave it an extra squeeze.

“I’m a mess right now.” You sniffled.

He paused, like he was thinking. “Well, if that’s what you want, but I hope you know by now that I’m always happy to see you. Even when you’re a mess.”

You felt the bed shift. He was sitting on the opposite side.

Like a child looking for a secret, you turned around to look at the back of his head. His hat was gone, probably left downstairs, and all you saw was his sweep of blond hair.

He made a ‘hm’ sound. “Bad day?”

You nodded. Then, realizing he couldn’t see you. “Y-yeah.”

You watched him nod. “I’m sorry about that.” He fiddled with his cane, his hands tightening and loosening around it. “Would you… like to talk about it?”

You paused.

Lucifer had been a confidant of yours since you first arrived in Hell. He was the one to tell you what was going on right after you died, calming you down and offering you a place to stay. Sure, you didn’t know that he was literally the Devil, but everything about him made you feel at peace. Like you could deal with the hand you were dealt.

Secretly, though, you were waiting.

Waiting for the moment when he would reveal that he only kept you around because he needed you to do something for him.

No one was that kind, or caring, or wonderful.

He wants something from you. Why else would he keep coming back?

You had yet to answer his question. Lucifer sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, okay?”

The voices were still wringing in your head, you were still crying, and you felt pathetic.

“I- I don’t- fuck, would you please stop acting like you care?” You knew your words were harsh but they were begging to be said.

His posture straightened in surprise.

“I do care! What makes you think I don’t care?” He sounded hurt.

Nice going, you hurt his feelings.

You bent forward, hands covering your face in frustration. A fresh wave of tears rises through your body and you loudly cried out, too scared and angry and sad to hide it anymore.

“Woah, woah, hey, it’s okay, hon.” Lucifer’s voice was nearing your form on the ground, and he was quickly at your side. You could feel his presence beside you.

He sighed in exhaustion. “Listen, I’m not- I’m not the greatest at this, but I’m gonna ask so I don’t upset you. Do you want a hug? Or a hand on your shoulder-“

Your arms were wrapped around him before he could finish his question, clinging to his waist and biting your face in his neck.

“WOAH there- well hey, sweetheart, there you are.” You could hear him smiling as he gently brought his hand to rub your back.

“I’m sorry. I- I’ve just had a shitty day at work and I’m worried about a lot of things and- I don’t want to take it out on you.” You were shaking, but he held you steadily.

“What kinda things are worrying you?” He asked.

And so you told him. In the comfort of his embrace you were able to somewhat coherently explain all the things that had been freaking you out. Velvette’s torture at work, your own moral dilemmas about your life on Earth, and you were just getting into your feelings about others using you when you felt Lucifer’s breath hitch.

He leaned away from you to look you in the eyes and gently put a finger to your chin.

“Honey, I want you to know that I know for a fact that the people here really care about you. Not because you’re an extra pair of hands, but because you’re you. You’re wonderful to be around. People like you.”

He looked at you with a warm smile and leaned towards you, giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

“I like you. I care about you because you’re worth caring about.”

You stared at him in awe, your mind finally at ease after such a chaotic day. Smiling, you leaned back into him to rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Luci.” You reached out and took one of his hands, holding it tightly in an effort to show him how grateful you truly were for his words of assurance.

He tightened his fingers around yours and grinned down at you.

“Always, love. Now, let’s get you on the bed, okay?”

You nodded and he gracefully picked you up, gently placing you on the bed. With a snap, you were in comfortable clothing with a warm blanket around you and plenty of soft pillows.

“You want me to hang out for a bit?” He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, clearly sleepy.

“If you don’t have anything else going on…” You offered, already half dozing off.

“Even if I did, I would love nothing more.” With an affectionate grin he curled up beside you, and you immediately went to lay your head back on his chest. As you drifted away, listening to the King of Hell’s heartbeat, you took a deep breath.

He was right. Things were gonna be okay.

You had friends.

You were loved.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer Morningstar my beloved

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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED ON A MISSION

featuring - sage, killjoy, cypher, yoru, sova, gekko, viper

a/n : cyphers part contains a lot of angst and alcohol talk. i couldnt let it ALL be fluff 😋

✮~ Sage ~✮

literally the sweetest ever, but this doesn't need to be said

if its a minor injury, she will definitely be giving you a talk about being safer and how to prevent that from happening

"but what if it was something more serious? something even I couldn't heal? you must be more careful angel."

if her s/o was harmed badly, she would do two things.

one, she would immedietely drop everything and rush towards healing you, this woman will stay up all night trying to heal you and make sure that there is not so much as a scratch left on your body. she would definitely overwork herself but making sure you are alright is all that matters.

two, the second you are stable and resting, she is going to find out whichever enemy agent hurt you and fuck. them. up.

im talking full battle sage, she will have no mercy if the injury they caused was threatening enough.

she may excude sweet and kind energy but she is one scary lady when the people she loves are harmed

she knows exactly how damaged a body must be for it to be unfixable.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there my dear, but they won't be hurting you again."

she will be watching you carefully, even asking brimstone to take you off of missions for a short time or asking him to keep an eye on you.

she doesn't know what she would do if she lost you..

☻︎~ Killjoy ~︎︎☹︎

she blames herself, how could she not? she designed most of the stuff...it must be a error in her inventions.

she will work night and day trying to figure out what happened. was it a weapon error? did the gun she designed for you malfunction? oh no was she to blame for anyone elses injuries?!

it would take a lot of reassurance for her to calm down. after all, this wouldn't have happened if she had been more careful...right?

"Mein gott...you scared me. I thought I lost you schatzi..."

she is going to be by your side after sage discharges you from her infirmary. expect lots of physical affection (if your comfortable with it.) and care.

she will treat you as if you were glass about to break. you will not be doing any chores while you recover.

oh you need to work on a mission report? its already finished and submitted. you are hungry? she would cook a lovely meal her parents would make her when she was sick. (with the help of some other agents...shes probaly not a great cook lets be honest..)

"KJ...Sage gave me the all clear! I can do it!"

" Nein nein! You are going to rest mein Häschen! I don't want you straining yourself!"

♖~ Cypher ~♖

if you get injured, be it minor or major. this man will WORRY.

he already lost everything, he cannot lose you either. if he did...he would have nothing.

when sage showed up at his door covered in blood and bruises. he knew something went wrong.

you told him you were going on a small mission. just an in and out radianite extraction at an abandoned lab. he had no reason to worry...right?

when he heard what had happened, he was devastated. what was supposed to be a quick mission turned out to be a setup. what makes it worse? you were alone at your site.

he will be thinking the worst. what if you...? if he had only done a more detailed check on the lab...maybe he could have protected you. but he didn't. he feels like he failed.

you spend weeks in the recovery bay, lying unconcious.

he spends those weeks without you in his lab drinking the memories away and trying to figure out what happened.

he just cannot function with the thought of losing you at the back of his mind at all times.

he knows he was caught when viper appears at his doorway with a concerned glare and a solemn looking sage in tow. he can't remember most of it, but viper was worried? about him?

soon he was also transported to sages infirmary. getting put on nutrients and oxygen. it was obvious he was not taking care of himself without your presence

when you wake up, he would be right there cradling your cheek with his hand. his mask nowhere in sight. all that matters was that you were safe now

"يا حياتي..i was so scared i lost you"

he will never forget his past, but he looks forward to his future with you.

can you tell i like cypher guys :)

☁︎~ Yoru ~☁︎

do not even get me started on this man

he would be extremely angry.

but is it at you, the others, or maybe himself?"

upon hearing the news, he would immediately check on you. seeing your unconcious body just makes something in him snap. the thought that someone had done this to you...he plants a soft kiss to your temple, before storming out of the infirmary.

for the next few days, he would lash out at everyone around him. sage came around to bring him some food as he had not left his room and he just...lost it.

he wasn't even sure who he was yelling at, who he was blaming for what happened. poor sage looked petrified and the others seemed to gather the idea yoru didn't want to be talked too right now.

with no word from anybody about your condition, he lay down on his bed and cried numbly. every night he would teleport into where sage had kept you to heal. he would sit in silence staring at your asleep face before always kissing your forehead goodbye. in hopes that somehow, you would wake up.

he went to your room and grabbed some sweaters of yours, every night he slept with them for comfort, clinging onto them as if they were going to leave him too.

when you wake up, he won't care about keeping his mysterious "badass" persona up. he will be at your side holding your hand and crying.

"please be more careful 私の日光...i don't know what i would do if i lost you."

when sage discharges you, he will be glued to you. he will simple little things for you (such as opening doors for you.)

his love language is definitely acts of service

if you teased him about this though, he will never admit to it.

he will be doing simple things such as cooking meals, cleaning up, and helping you finish any work you have

he is so domestic

he may not be super outwardly affectionate, but with each small favour he does for you he is putting all of his love into it.

𖦹~ Sova ~𖦹

sova is literally the most caring boyfriend...like ever..

if its a minor injury, he will treat it (if sage and skye are off on a mission).

he will definitely lightly scold you, not to be mean! just because he hates seeing you hurt and in pain.

"ангел. please be more careful next time..you know i hate seeing you upset."

if it was a major injury though, he is relatively the same.

he isn't scared to cry infront of the others, when he gets the news that your mission went south he was crying into sages shoulder.

he would stay with you the entire recovery. sage had to keep kicking him out at nighttime but eventually she realized she couldn't stop him. she simply would bring meals for him whenever he would forget to eat.

he would sit and tell you about his day, how the missions were going, even the silly schenanigans that the younger agents were pulling

"yoru tried to get revenge on phoenix for his prank but it went so bad ангел. he entered his rift and jumped out to scare him, but reyna happened to have just been passing by! she was absolutely livid родная. i have never seen our dear riftwalker so terrified!" he chuckled

when you woke up, he was still there lightly snoring against the chair sage had brought him.

when he woke up, he was thrilled, his eyes immediately lighting up like a childs

"have you been sitting here the whole time?"

"of course my dear. as if i would leave you."

߷~ Gekko ~߷

as the newest agent, he hasn't known you for very long. your relationship was coming up to a few months old but he hadn't told you how much he loved you yet.

so naturally, when he heard you were injured he was terrified

he knew this job was dangerous! he just never thought it would be you getting injured...he also never really thought of anyone getting badly injured

he was training with harbour when he overheard a mission going wrong...a mission you were on.

he would rush to the infirmary overloading sage with questions about you

"Sage!! Finally...que pasó?? Neon told me something happened on the mission?!"

Appariently, you had gotten caught in a fight with the enemy Breach and he hit you with his aftershock.

He didn't know much about Breach, but he knew that man had quite a bit of strength in his abilities (being like...bionic you know?"

After some skillful and strategic convincing (pathetic and annoying begging) Sage agreed to take him to see you.

When he caught sight of you lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling, he let out a big sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Mi sol! Oh mierda I was so worried! What happened?"

He would be sitting patiently listening to you explain what happened. All while staring at you softly.

"Shooottt...sounds like you had a busy mission! I am just happy you made it back cariño."

☠︎︎~ Viper ~ ☠︎︎

if you were minorly injured, it was probably from tinkering with her poison vials and one leaked onto your fingers

after hearing your grunt in pain, she turns around and her eyes widen, rushing towards you.

"Idiot, I said not to touch anything!"

she swears under her breath before wiping it away and rubbing some sort of cream onto your hand

"Honestly..who would touch something containing poison WITHOUT protection?"

her biggest fear? her poison causing you harm.

so what if a mission were to go wrong and you happened to step into a bubble of her poison?

it was a genuine wrong place wrong time situation. she had a poison bubble deployed and sitting on the ground, as she activated it she looked up to see your frame walking overtop of it.

she shouts to get you to move, but you don't hear her in time. next thing she knows, you are on the ground out cold with green and purple lines all over your face.

she quickly would call for backup, holding you tight but trying to avoid the chemical burns.

when she is back to safety, she rushes to sage's infirmary with your barely warm body in her arms

unfortunately, the poison had seeped into some open wounds you had. causing it to spread throught your body. viper leaves sage alone to do her job, pacing back and forth outside.

she knew how strong her poison could be, but she also knew how strong your body was. you would survive. you had too.

after a few hours, a tired sage walks out and nods, signaling it went well.

viper rushed into the room and immediately looked at your sleeping face, wincing at the fading bloodshot lines on your face.

"i'm so sorry love..please wake up soon"

she would wait by your side holding your hand and occasionally planting soft kisses to the back of your hand.

she knew you would be ok, but she couldn't help but feel bad that her miscommunication and carelessness caused this to happen to you.

when you wake up, she would be whispering soft apologies into your ear

"i promise...you will never feel this pain again my dear."

a/n : holy shit guys!!!! this took a while!! i spent a good 4 hours writing all this JDJSBSJSKSKSN its probably cringe im sorry

but yeah! i tried my best to write this with a gender neutral reader in mind but in some of these its definitely a bit more fem reader leaning! also i do not speak any of the languages spoken in this so if i made a mistake or used something wrong PLEASE let me know so I can fix it!!!

#valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #yoru x reader #viper x reader #sage x reader #sova x reader #cypher x reader #gekko x reader #killjoy x reader #valorant #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #y/n not used #but its implied #headcanons #ooc post #valorant fanfiction

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cuubism · 2 years

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Dream makes Hob Prince Consort in the Dreaming, but does not tell Hob because why would he ever communicate anything. It's just ceremonial anyway. Right? Right.

Anyway Hob lives in blissful ignorance for several years. Sure all the Dreaming denizens are super nice to him but that's just how dreams are, right? It's cool. Nothing weird here.

Then Dream goes missing. Hob's freaking the fuck out -- the last time Dream went missing was fucking Not Good after all -- and as if that wasn't bad enough, Lucienne comes up to him and is like, so... Lord Morpheus left you in charge of the Dreaming in his absence.

Hob: this better be a fucking joke

Lucienne: no, you're prince consort so according to the royal scriptures of the Dreaming you're in charge.

Hob: hang on I'm WHAT so I'm WHAT

Hob: was Dream AWARE of this when he made me consort

Lucienne: *derisive look*

Hob: but I'm just a GUY I can't run a dream realm *shakes fist at absent Dream* my beloved asshole you can't just drop this shit on me oh my GOD

Lucienne: well someone's gotta do it. To be honest I'm still tired from last time.

Hob: well. Uh. *shrugs* guess I'm running the Dreaming now?

----

A year later Dream returns. Hob's been looking for him the whole time but it was kind of fucking difficult when he also had to run a whole REALM.

Turns out Dream was fine he just went on like, a jaunt to another galaxy for dream inspiration and forgot about time dilation in space travel. No big deal. Anyway.

Dream gets back and he's like oops hope Hob hasn't struggled too much, that was only supposed to be three days... lol...

So turns out Hob is not very good at being a King in the way Dream is but he IS very good at just bringing major Dad Energy to all the little dreams and nightmares, just being like the Cool University Professor of the entire Dreaming. So Dream gets back and Hob has managed to befriend EVERYONE in the Dreaming. He's hosting "family dinner" at the palace? He's doing Forums where people can bring their complaints? He instituted set work hours to create work life balance?

Dream is like What In The Democracy Is This. What have you done to my realm.

Hob's like We're Vibing! :) Come on we're having a blast!

And drags Dream to a fucking party going on at the palace? There are drinks? They're doing karaoke? Is Dream having a stroke?

It's all so foreign that he almost calls down a tornado and just obliterates the palace. But Hob pulls him close and makes him dance to the music, and leans in and says, "You know it doesn't have to be all fire and brimstone and seriousness all the time. It's okay to show them you love them."

And Dream is like "I DO love them they're my creations."

And Hob is like, "I know but it's also okay for them to SEE it."

Dream looks around at the ridiculous party. True to Hob's words, the dreams and nightmares look more relaxed and happier than they've been in a while-- at least, when Dream's been around. He wonders what else he doesn't get to see. What they're afraid to show him.

He says, "I went to the Andromeda galaxy for new dream inspiration, but perhaps I should have been looking in you, Hob Gadling."

Hob's like "aw that's sweet-- hang on you went to the WHERE???"

Dream just chuckles and doesn't elaborate, and Hob gives up and pulls him close again, holds him and dances them to the beat of the swing music one of the Music Dreams has just put on. Dream says, "I see that while your leadership skills are... unconventional... I made the right choice in leaving you in charge of the Dreaming."

"Yeah, about that, next time you're gonna spontaneously make me Prime Minister of some place can you let me know in ADVANCE??"

"Well, you wanted fun. Where would the fun be in that?"

#the sandman #dreamling #more shitposting and dumb headcanons!

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megamindsecretlair · 15 days

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What You Deserve, Part 3

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic filth. Infidelity. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male receiving) , fingering (female receiving) teasing, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, Daddy kink, dick worship, all consensual.

Summary: After finding some damning evidence against your husband, you can't help wallowing. You fall into a bit of a spiral, wondering what your next move should be. Sometimes, you just need a little Stunna to make things better.

Word Count: 4,649k

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Listen, I know. Idk why this took so long to write. I think I'm still pleasantly traumatized from Watchmen. IYKYK. Please consider commenting and reblogging to save a writer's life. It's important for their enrichment.

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By the time you were done tearing through your bedroom and home office, you started to feel like a lunatic somewhere between pulling out drawers and flipping over couch cushions. You weren’t sure why, but finding the phone unlocked some kind of jealousy streak in you. You were obsessed.

You knew what the deal was, but your husband was logical. You honestly thought he’d be too boring to cheat. And cheat with who? He was always at work and he didn’t have any female secretaries. That was a condition of you agreeing to become a stay at home mom. You didn’t want him bringing home any cooties.

And yet he did anyway. You had no room to judge. You had let Stunna in twice now. You took that man home and let him do filthy things to you. The petty side of you, however, rationalized that your husband stepped out first. Even if he bought the second phone a day ago, a week ago, or a year ago, he made that decision first. He chose someone else while you were at home raising his kids.

And that burned. It burned like acid, clawing its way up your chest and burrowing deep inside. Baby Hands had the nerve to cheat on you? With his disproportionate body, small hands, small teeth, and ugly ass personality?

You rubbed your head and sat down on the lone couch cushion you hadn’t flipped over yet. Good thing the asshole was gone for two weeks and you had time to put things back to sorts. It was driving you insane looking for…what?

Proof? Wasn’t the second phone enough?

No. Anyone could excuse a second phone for work. Especially with the way that he worked in finance. He was constantly on call, working on huge contracts that required his attention. You’d caught him a few times in the office, pouring over documents and speaking gibberish. He had those calls on speaker and you heard him talking to a man.

Unless your husband was secretly gay, you didn’t know where he found the energy or time to cheat. And how dare he bring that shit home to you! He hadn’t touched you in going on a year now.

That was no excuse to cheat yourself, but shit. You were still sexy. You were still worthy of desire. Stunna taught you that.

After you found the phone three nights ago, you hadn’t had the time to text Stunna. He texted you, telling you that he missed you. He was even on his best behavior. Nothing freaky or nasty. Just…wanted to see how your day was going. It was cute and touching. But right now, you wanted hellfire and brimstone.

You rubbed your head once more, trying to figure out places where you wouldn’t look. It had to be somewhere your husband frequented that you didn’t bother with. When he was home, he was either crashing into bed or firing away at his laptop.

“Mommy?” Noah asked.

You looked up at Noah standing in the doorway with his sister peeking out next to him. It will always melt your heart the way the twins held onto each other like best friends. You knew that when they got older and developed more individuality, these days would seem like the distant past.

“Yes, baby?” You asked. Embarrassment flooded through you. They shouldn’t see you like this. Falling apart because of a damn phone.

“Are you playing hide and seek by yourself?” Noah asked, a small toothless grin on his face.

You chuckled. “Now, why would I do that when I have two of the best players in the house?” You asked.

The twins grinned. “It’s messy in here!” Naomi said.

“Yes, baby, it’s messy in here,” you said. You looked over the office. It looked like a tornado had thrown up here.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when it’s messy,” Naomi chimed in. “He says everything important has a place.” Naomi puffed out her cheeks and deepened her voice. Which only made her voice a little less squeaky.

You laughed and shook your head. Leave it to your kids to get your head out of your ass. “You’re absolutely right. It’s sunny outside, what are you doing inside the house?” You asked.

You stood up and corralled your kids to soak up the sun, telling them how beautiful their skin is. You told them that the sun loves them so much, it gave them beautiful, dark skin to protect themselves. But that did absolutely mean they should be outside.

They ran into the backyard giggling. You watched as they tossed a ball back and forth, making up some kind of game you never knew the rules to. As you watched, you thought over what Naomi said.

Your husband did say that a lot. He was the type to have all his little ducks in a row. Including his cheating apparently. Had you not found his phone by accident, who knew how long he would have gone on with it. Months? Years? Would you have woken up some time, sixteen years later to find out that he had an entire other family?

You shivered. You did not want to end up like one of those true crime shows. Where you found out he was cheating and he offed you to be with his other baby mama. It was sickening. The not knowing was eating you alive.

While the kids’ laughter filled your ears, you went back into the office. You headed for the file cabinet and flipped through his receipts. He kept copies of everything for at least three years and then routinely shredded them when he was sure that they were no longer needed.

He had folders for everything, neatly lined up. You took out a huge stack from a few months ago. Mortgage, bills, groceries, and the like were all neatly stacked away. Including…extra expenses.

You took out that folder and flipped through it. There were receipts from lingerie places. Expensive lingerie. Bracelets, necklaces…your husband was a regular fucking Santa Claus. You read over some of the pieces, things he’d stopped buying you years ago. After the kids.

Tears blurred your vision as you saw just how busy your man had been. So much for that. No wonder he didn’t want to touch you anymore. He found some floosy to bend over backwards. Keeping himself in shape? All for her. And not for the woman he fucking married.

You let the tears fall, mourning for the marriage and life you thought you were living. You became complacent, allowing yourself to routinely get played. For what? For what?

You felt like screaming. You felt like dropping your kids off at your parents’ and showing up in Miami ready to catch a case. The love died a long time ago. It was the audacity. Because you were still fine as hell. And he was a fuck nigga for trying to dim your shine. Whoever he was with paled in comparison to you.

You took pictures of all of the receipts in case his ass wanted to come home lying. You were going to the bank in the morning to get more financial records to bury his ass. Dumb ass. For all his self-importance, he forgot who the fuck he married.

You looked around the office, thinking of the house in general. You were going to clean that man out of everything he fucking owned.

Hurt, pissed off, confused, you stood up and left the room, closing the door to the nonsense. You had kids to look after and make sure they didn’t miss their father’s absence too much.

You tried to resist, but really, was there any point anymore? While the kids were away the next day, you called Stunna. He was the remedy you needed. You didn’t know what divine intervention placed him in your path or made you take him home. But you thanked the universe and grabbed hold with both hands.

Stunna arrived promptly at noon, showing up looking exquisite in dark gray sweats and a blood red orange T-shirt. It should have looked funny, but on him, he just looked fine as hell. He was rubbing his hands when you opened the door and his face split into an open grin showing off a row of grills that flashed.

You had answered the door in your robe, the silky lavender one. You were surprised it still fit, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The material looked amazing against your skin and you felt sexy, wild, and free while you wore it. It could also be because you weren’t wearing anything underneath it.

Stunna’s eyes immediately traced your body and you felt it like a physical caress. You pulled him inside, locking the door behind you. Stunna was right there, pushing you against the door.

“Fuck I missed you,” he said, his deep groan sending all kinds of shivers throughout your body.

“I missed you,” you said. You grinned, looking up at his tall frame.

“Hmm, how much you miss me?” He asked. He brought up one of his fingers to your chin, lifting it, to stare deeper into his molten brown eyes. His other hand traveled south, trailing down between your breasts and further still. That hand lifted the hem of your short robe, fingers rubbing against your exposed thighs.

Your legs tingled, feeling like he had more than two hands. You felt him everywhere, all at once. It was insane to want him as badly as you did. It had nothing to do with your husband. It had nothing to do with finding out that that bastard had been cheating for way longer than you thought.

You wanted to feel sexy again. Feel like you were capable of driving someone insane with lust. You hated to admit it but…fuck, your confidence was shot. You spent the whole night last night, crying into your glass of wine feeling rejected by your own damn husband. As much as you tried to talk a big game, you just felt ugly.

And the one person who didn’t make you feel ugly at the moment was the gorgeous man before you.

He licked his lips slow, a tiny peek at his pink tongue swiping across his juicy lips. His eyes softened a fraction, while his hand slipped between your legs. Finding no barrier, he hummed low in his throat. His fingers eagerly searched through your folds, finding you wet and dripping already.

The anticipation while you got ready made you feel like a younger version of yourself. Back to your early days when you were invincible and no one could tell you a damn thing.

“All wet and pretty for me, huh?” He asked. There was something so naughty about the way words dropped from his lips. He could say the most innocent sentence and make it sound salacious.

You nodded, pouting, and turning doe eyes to him. He slipped one long, rough finger inside you and you hissed, arching your back against the door. Your hands came up to grip his shoulders for purchase.

The finger he held under your chin dropped and he leaned on that arm against the door. His hand was massive next to your head. His breathing grew labored as if he were the one being driven to the height of pleasure.

You’d known him for such a short while and yet he knew you so well. Knew what you needed. Knew what you craved. He stared into your eyes, brows furrowed in concentration, while he continued to finger fuck you. He pushed his finger up to the knuckle and rubbed deep within you, making your knees buckle and your toes curl.

“You ain’t been takin’ care of yourself,” he said. It wasn’t a question but you shook your head anyway. Between finding the phone and getting the kids together for their play and tearing through the house like a madwoman, you didn’t have time for anything.

Stunna leaned down and pressed a hot, wet kiss to your lips. He lingered a little while he increased his pace.

“I won’t tease you too bad today, then,” he said. He flipped his wrist over and then made a “come hither” motion, rubbing right against your sweet spot. You began to whine and moan, shaking against the doorway.

He didn’t let up and didn’t change his pace, stroking you without mercy until you were falling apart on his fingers. Soaking them. You dripped down your thigh and fell against him, your cheek resting against his broad chest.

He kissed your forehead and you sunk even further into him. You didn’t have to worry if he’d catch you or not. He was simply there. An immovable rock that you so desperately needed.

You were floating in an afterglow, but almost immediately, ugly thoughts reared in your head. Thoughts tumbled one right after the other about how your marriage was ruined. You were going to have to break up your family and figure out custody.

Your husband was going to be a dick about the whole thing. Especially when he’d been an absentee father even while in the house. To your kids, their dad was just some man who bought them things on birthdays and holidays. He was never there. And yet, it would crush them all the same not living in the same house with him.

Tears gathered in your eyes. Fuck, this was a huge mistake. A glaring mistake that you should not have done. You should not have called Stunna. Least of all Stunna. So what…you could use him to make yourself feel pretty?

God. You were embarrassing. You moved away from Stunna but he held on, trying to look you in the eye. You avoided looking at him, clinging to him since he wasn’t going to let you go.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head. Your throat began to ache. Too clogged with racing thoughts and conflicting emotions. You were horny, confused, pissed off, elated. Fuck. You were a proper fucking mess and the least sexy thing in the room at the moment.

“Um, maybe you should go,” you whispered. You didn’t want to ruin his shirt. You made to move again and Stunna leaned back, looking into your glistening eyes.

“Naw, tell me what’s wrong. Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“No!” You said. You shut that shit down. He’d been nothing but wonderful and awesome to you. Dropping everything just to come over and fuck you. You were the messed up one. And it wasn’t polite to talk to your sneaky link about your crumbling marriage.

Stunna took your hand and led you to the couch. He sat down, spreading his long legs. He pulled you to sit on his lap, curling in close. You rested your head on his shoulder and he idly rubbed your back.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said.

“It’s nothing, I promise,” you sniffled. You wanted to get up and be a big girl. But he was so warm and soft. He smelled faintly like fresh bread and you wondered what he’d been up to all day. Or the past few days.

You wanted to know everything about him. How he spent his time, what he thought about. You wanted to listen to his voice recite the most beautiful and heartbreaking poetry.

Stunna kissed your forehead. “You can talk to me about anything. Even if it’s about your husband. That nigga don’t scare me,” he said.

You chuckled. But you also shook your head. That wasn’t…proper, right? There was something off about that. Then again, you were in your home snuggled up with a man that wasn’t your husband.

Pot meet kettle. Your thoughts were still jumbled. You wanted to slunk off to be miserable somewhere. You didn’t want Stunna to see you like this. It was too early into…whatever this was.

“You can’t scare me away, you know,” Stunna said softly. His fingers worked magic on your body, relaxing you inch by inch. You felt drowsy in his arms. Protected.

You sighed. Fuck it. You were already crying and snotting all over him. You couldn’t get any lower from here. You laid out everything for him. How the two of you met. When you were both young and had an insatiable thirst for life.

How kids were too far in the future, something to happen later. Only later happened much quicker. When you found out you were having twins, you’d never seen your husband so animated. He went crazy. Bought all the baby name books to pick out two cute names. While you were craving weird shit or crying for the millionth time, your husband would plot out your entire future.

Sports events, plays, raising them together. Yet, after you had them, he was still sweet. But began drifting away. He got too serious. Too caught up in the fact that you had to buy two of everything. Double the diapers. Double the clothes and shoes. Double the toys.

Finances nearly drove you two apart. Until he got in with his company and quickly promoted. Working overtime to keep a roof over your heads and his kids fed. Keeping you secure became the ultimate goal and somewhere along the way, that initial fire died out. Wasn’t even a candle anymore.

You weren’t sure who the fuck you married. Certainly not someone who cheated so fucking easily. Who risked his life as well as yours. Your tests came back negative, thank god, but considering he hadn’t touched you in forever, you were pretty sure you were safe. Besides, you already let Stunna nut in you.

Unburdening yourself felt good. You had become too isolated in this house. Feeling like you were in a tomb. You and your thoughts echoing in the silent chamber until you were driven mad with loneliness. It felt good being this close to someone again.

You sighed against Stunna. “Thank you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you,” you said.

Stunna kissed your forehead. “You don’t ever have to repay me. I’m sorry your bitch ass husband is doing this to you. You too pretty to ever cry,” he said.

You giggled. “You are too good to my ego,” you said.

Stunna chuckled, his hands tracing random patterns on your back. “You good for mine too,” he said.

You turned your head to look at him. He looked so innocent sitting there, like there were no thoughts behind those pretty eyes. But the more you stared, the more his eyes seemed to narrow like he was seeing straight to your soul. It was scary as hell, but also a huge turn on.

Maybe all you needed was a sounding board. Someone to not make you feel so crazy. As you told him the whole sordid affair, he acknowledged that you weren’t tripping. That no, that bum ass nigga was likely cheating and you deserved so much better.

You tucked those words away into your heart and vowed to cherish them forever. For now…

You grinned and slid off of his lap. He looked at you curiously while you reached for his sweats, pulling them down and freeing his girthy dick.

Fuck he was huge. Thick. The fat head twitching a bit. You licked your lips. You loved making him squirm.

You licked the tip of his dick, tasting his salty precum. You moaned at the taste, diving in for more and more like you were licking an ice cream cone. He was so large, that you had to fist him to hold him still while you sucked him down.

“Fuuck,” he groaned. His hands flew to your head, digging in for purchase. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You grinned, suckling him back down. He twitched more in your hands. You worshiped his dick. Knelt at the offering of a god. You sucked and moaned around his dick, applying pressure in alternating waves that made his knees jump.

His tug at your scalp turned painful, but fuck, it only turned you on more. You loved to please him. To accept him into your mouth and wrap your lips around his fat dick. You drooled, gathering up your saliva to use your hands where your mouth couldn’t reach. You could only take him so far.

Stunna let out a low, tortured groan before unleashing his cum. You drank it all down, sliding the heady concoction down your throat.

Stunna huffed, panting, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. How were you ever going to keep your hands off of him now?

It was like your husband cheating was exactly the excuse you needed. Asking for a divorce because you were bored or felt unloved was a stupid ass excuse. But asking for a divorce because his lying ass was cheating and you had receipts was the cherry on the cake.

Stunna grinned, pulling his shirt off and revealing his muscled chest. You whined, running your hands across the planes of his abs. He helped you out of the robe and then he stood up. He shed his shoes and pants, discarding it all into a pile next to the couch.

He pushed you down, face on the couch and ass in the air. He played with your pussy, getting you nice and wet before he was stroking inside, working his dick in.

You whined and moaned, throwing your hand back against his chest. “Fu-too big!” You screamed.

It was one thing trying to get that animal into your mouth. Another entirely to slide inside you. He growled, rubbing your clit. You jerked forward, falling face forward onto the couch.

He gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning it to the top of your ass. “I already nutted in this pussy once so I know you can take it. That shit don’t work no more,” he growled low, filling up the living room and yet making it feel small. Intimate.

He kissed along your back and rubbed furiously at your clit, making you gush around his dick. “That’s it. Let Daddy in,” Stunna moaned.

Fuck, you moaned too. “Oh shit, fuck me,” you cried out.

“Don’t worry, I know exactly what to do,” he said. You could picture him biting his lip while he increased his thrusts.

Your voice was muffled against the couch cushion, but you were screaming as he slid in more easily. Somehow, your pussy adjusted to the size of him and he moved like this was his last night on Earth.

You had no way to push against him since he trapped your wrists. “Fu-fuck, Daddy. Fuck, Daddy,” you moaned.

“Yuh, let me hear it,” he moaned.

You were careening head first into another orgasm, shutting your eyes to the sheer onslaught of pleasure. He still kept up his pace while playing with your clit. You were tag teamed for explosive pleasure.

Another orgasm snuck up on the heels of the second. You were beyond words. Beyond sounds. Just rough exclamations leaving your mouth as he pounded into you like you stole something.

Shit, maybe you did with the way he was fucking you.

“Don’t get quiet now, baby. Let me hear it. Sing for me, baby,” he groaned.

“Stunna-fuck! Feel so good, so good. So good, so good,” you couldn’t stop chanting. He did feel so amazing. Fucking you deep. You didn’t know how he went through life with that big dick and didn’t tilt over.

Maybe that was why he was so damn tall. He needed to be in order to balance that monster.

Stunna withdrew his fingers, slapping your ass. It was a wet, loud smack that made you groan. “Do it again, Daddy. Spank that ass,” you moaned.

“Fuck, tell me what you need, baby,” Stunna said.

“You. You. Just you,” you drooled onto the couch.

“Give me one more so I can nut deep in this pussy,” Stunna said. He pushed your body down until you were nearly flat against the cushion. He raised your hips, finding a way to get even deeper.

His dick completely filled you up. You felt possessed. Owned. Suffocated with his dick.

“Stunna, please–I–” You didn’t think you could cum again. You were going to have to replace the couch cushions or something. You felt it getting wetter by the minute. Your essence dripped down your leg.

“When I tell you to do something, you fuckin’ do it,” Stunna growled.

You exploded. You screamed out in pleasure, throat raw from the effort. You gripped his dick with your pussy, fighting to keep him inside while you were breaking apart.

He groaned and then he was nutting in you once more. Your pussy throbbed and twitched in time with his pulsing dick and your eyes rolled back into your head. You saw stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Stunna let go of your wrists. You tried to lift yourself up from the couch, but you were weak as hell.

Stunna slowly pulled out so that he didn’t hurt you. You groaned all the same. He truly was too damn big to be whipping that shit like he was. It was a wonder that he didn’t have a million baby mamas stashed all over the city.

How the fuck anyone let that man out the house was a mystery. He definitely needed to be tied up in the basement for your pleasure and your pleasure only. You smiled thinking of such a thing.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said. He kissed your forehead. You melted. Kissing your forehead after some nasty ass shit only made you want to sink into the cushion and never come back up for air.

“Go run yo ass a bath. I’ll get dinner going,” he said.

“But–”

“Do what Daddy tell you,” he said, his voice rough and accepting no arguments. He leaned over you, planting kisses all over your face until you were squealing your assent.

“Okay, okay!” You screamed.

You didn’t call him over so that he could cook dinner for your family. It didn’t seem right that he cooked it and never got to eat it.

But if you were going to divorce the kids’ father, you didn’t need to bring Stunna around them. As a fun “uncle” or not. No, you needed the divorce to be as clean as you could make it. In the sense that your kids wouldn’t know that you were about to snatch their father through the mud and back out the other side.

You drowsily got to your feet, legs wobbling. Stunna moaned and smacked your ass. “Don’t take too long or else I’ll have to come find you,” he warned.

You winked at him as you sauntered towards the stairs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you said.

Stunna chuckled, crossing over to you in one long stride. He gripped both sides of your face, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. If your legs were weak before, you damn sure couldn’t walk now.

He pulled back slowly, eyes still closed. You watched as he slowly opened them. “Everything is going to work out. If you need me, call me. I have no issues taking care of your husband.”

You knew he meant murder and that thought should terrify you. He was shitty sure, but you didn’t want your kids to grow up with a dead father. That was a different can of worms. Best for them to see who their dad really was.

You leaned up and kissed him one more time. “I know where to find you. Thank you,” you said.

Sometimes, that was really all it took. Someone telling you that everything was going to be okay. Whether it was a lie or not, didn’t matter.

Daddy said it would be okay. And so it would be.

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Radiant Recruit (Valorant x Reader)

Name: Y/N

Class: Radiant

Callsign - Nomad

You had been at odds with Kingdom for causing your abilities, and saw Valorant as nothing more than another group trying to reign you in. Your power store radiant energy and unleash it proved difficult to contain. Even worse, you could turn to pure energy and phase away. It was a trick you used to escape Valorant time and time again. Where you came from was only for you to know, until you were captured.

(An idea of what Nomad can do // source: Infamous: Second Son)

Fade

“Stop Y/N! There’s no place you can run to that I won’t find you!” Fade yelled down the hallway. She had you cornered in Bind, inside the Kingdom refinery

“Leave me ALONE!” you screamed, unleashing a wave of radiant power at nearby pipes. Steam filled the hall and you sprinted further away

A screech behind you caught your attention as one of Fade’s nightmares spotted you. A terror trail led from your feet

Snarling prowlers rushed towards you and lunged. You raised a hand and blasted them as they pinned you down

One sunk its teeth into your leg and darkness filled your vision. Whispers surrounded you as memories of Kingdom spying on you resurfaced

Radiant power surged into your eyes before blasting through your body. In your fear, you burnt through the last reserves of energy

Suddenly a voice cut through the chaos

“I have you now, ”

Weak sparks shot from your palm in an attempt to block the ball of tendrils Fade tossed at your feet

Seized by her power, unable to destroy the bindings, you found yourself resorting to struggling against the tethers

Fade took a Sheriff from its holster, the gunmetal gleaming in the red alarm lights. She began to raise it upward towards you

Then turned and emptied the cylinder, catching the bullets and storing them in a pocket

“Valorant is not what you think, we are trying to do something important for the world!”

“So was Kingdom, I don’t care about what your cause is.”

“I was where you are right now, Y/N. I was hunted by Valorant too.” Fade’s tone softened

“What are you talking about?” You were slightly intrigued

“I…blackmailed them. They sent a squad to catch me and could’ve killed me. They gave me a home instead. I trust them.”

“Prove it, how do I know you aren’t lying to get my guard down.”

“You can’t, but you have my word that we will let you go if you want to leave.” She reached a hand to you. “Deal?”

Against your better judgment you decided to come along. In an hour you were being flown to a remote island in the middle of nowhere

“So you know my name, but what’s yours?”

“Hazal. Memnun oldum.”

Hazal sat with you, either for security or reassurance, in the conference room with Brimstone

“Y/N, I apologize for the methods we used but Valorant doesn’t have time for delicate approaches. Fade has first hand experience with that.”

“I didn’t offer you another choice Brimstone,” Hazal seemed to feel some regret

“We wanted to get your help with Omega Earth,” he directed you to a hologram that showed all current information

It was unnerving, the doppelgangers and your personal clone trying to destroy the world. The situation didn’t leave you feeling like you could run away

“So…are you in Y/N?”

“Count me in,” you went over to shake Brimstone’s hand. He took it and handed you a keycard to your room

“You’re part of Valorant now Y/N.” Brimstone nodded to Fade and you exited the room with her

“You’ll be assigned a callsign Y/N,” Fade said as she led you to your quarters. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Uh, I guess we should figure it out while we have time.” Your opened the door to your room and took a seat on the bed

Fade took a seat at your desk, looking around at the sparse interior before settling on you

“Y/N, what do you think about going by Nomad? It would fit, don't you think?”

Iso

“Oh shi-” you were surprised by a bullet ricocheting past you and putting a hole in the elevator controls

“Nice try Y/N, but you aren’t getting out of here unless you come with me.” Iso chambered another round. “Or else.”

“Go to hell!” you triggered a maelstrom of energy inside your body. Radiant pulses fired from you and Iso lept to cover

Shifting into energy, you charged straight at him, ready to plant your glowing fists directly into his face

Hexagons spilled out under your feet. Violet light blinded you before placing you into a strange space made of similar shapes

“You’re all mine Y/N.” a familiar voice echoed. Iso had somehow captured you

The structures around you disappeared and a single shot rang out against the silence of the realm you were in

A bullet hit your chest, but the ballistic plate underneath stopped it. It didn’t stop the force from slamming into you though

“Y/N, I admire your spirit but you lost this fight. I won’t hurt you, I just want to show you what Valorant is trying to do.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You won’t leave here. Ever.”

He wasn’t bluffing, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to condemn you to that fate either. His aim was steady but his eyes were more focused on your response

“I’ll go with you, but if you try anything you’ll regret it.”

Iso sighed something in Mandarin

Purple energy wrapped you and placed you back in the building. Iso waited for you to get to your feet and led you at gunpoint

The elevator controls were shot, so you and Iso took stairs to the roof. When you arrived at the helipad, the VTOL was just landing

“Remember, I can trap you at anytime Y/N. Don’t try to escape until we get to the island and we brief you.” Iso was dead serious

He left you in the cargo hold of the VTOL while it took off. He returned later on his phone and looked over at you

“Any requests for music? I don’t like silence.” Iso pointed at the phone

“(Your favorite artist).”

“I have a playlist for them, tell me what you think.”

The ride to the HQ was more pleasant than you expected

Subsequently, you were lead to a room with the leader of Valorant for more information

Brimstone finished explaining the situation. Needless to say the Omega Earth version of you destroying city blocks was a frightening prospect

“Y/N, if you help us out you’ll be giving us the advantage. We can let you go but we can’t guarantee your mirror won’t try to come after you.”

“I’ll join your protocol if it means I can protect people from my double.”

“Welcome to the fight Y/N. Iso, take Y/N to the armory and get them fitted for their gear and run a basic shooting test.” Brimstone shook you hand warmly

Iso and you walked down the hall, passing a few other agents that gave you a wave or raised an eye at your presence

Once you were in the armory, Iso went over ballistics and you did some basic target practice

“Y/N, have you given any thought to your callsign?” Iso finished marking your grade in a tablet

“Not really, I do want something that sounds good and makes sense.” you placed your rifle down and began a field strip test

“Since you were constantly on the run, how does Nomad work for you?” He raised the tablet with the name entered in

“Sounds good.”

“I can’t wait to work with you, Nomad.” Iso nodded to you and handed you a magazine

Viper

“Oh Y/N it’s precious that you think you can hide from me, but I like games of cat and mouse.” Viper purred as you crept around Icebox

The woman had managed to cut off every escape from you, a fact she reveled in

“I assume you’re thinking that if you attack me, you can shut the toxins off and leave.” she was trying to draw you out, so you continued to sneak around

Viper turned and left

Green fog began to empty from the vents everywhere, catching you off guard. It was then you realized she had been waiting for the toxins to get in the system

“Is it hard to breathe? Try not to die before I find you, I don’t want to explain that to Brimstone.”

Coughing loudly, you attempted to crawl away as vertigo set in. The toxins smelled like acetone mixed with acrid sweetness

Viper’s silhouette appeared as you lost consciousness. Her figure towered above you as your eyes shut

“You’re awake, good. I need you to listen to me Y/N, can you do that?” Viper had unmasked and was now looking you directly in the eye

You nodded your head weakly while taking account of your surroundings. Toxins had rendered your powers and muscles useless

“What do you want from me?” you hissed

“Join Valorant, we could use your-”

“NOBODY’S using me.” you spat back. Viper glared at you

She removed a vial of poison and opened it. She tilted the glass over your head, letting a drop hang over your eye

“Don’t interrupt me,” Viper narrowed her gaze, “Understood?”

“I’d rather die than be some kind of weapon for a bunch of sociopaths.”

“You aren’t in a position to argue, but we are going to play nice and show you the protocol.”

“Easy to do when I’m your prisoner.”

“Exactly Y/N.”

Minutes later you were being flown somewhere new, but had no idea what was waiting for you once you regained your motor functions

Viper and Brimstone sat with you, going over confidential files on Omega Earth and their agents. It was shocking to your face among them as well

“We know they’ll end up using your mirror against us, so we need all the support we can get.” Brimstone passed a keycard to you

You took it and shook his hand

“I’ll take Y/N to the medical wing and run biometrics so we can plan countermeasures against their double.” Viper motioned for you to join her

The biometrics were mainly just scans and a blood test, but Viper took time to explain what each piece would be used for

“Y/N, you need a callsign for me to enter your information under. Any ideas?”

“Not really. I guess there’s the fact I was always escaping, that could be something.”

“Well you didn’t escape me,” Viper smugly raised an eyebrow. “But I do like that idea, how about Nomad?”

“I like that, it sounds mysterious.”

“Perfect, now let's get you to your quarters and finish the tour so I can get back to my lab.”

“Can I see the lab?”

“No.”

Neon

“I thought you were supposed to be fast! So much for the protocol’s ‘Sprinter.” you taunted as you sped away down a street in your energy form

Neon trailed behind you, each pace pulsing with electricity. She had almost caught you but a quick energy burst saved you

Now it was a matter of running, which was easy for you to do because you could move through obstacles

That was your thought until you ran out of radiant power in the middle of the street

“Slow huh?” Neon was on you quickly. You decided to fight, unleashing what little energy you had left in missiles of force

She dodged and closed the distance, using her speed to shift her target faster than you could aim

In the blink of an eye Neon grabbed your arm. Volts spasmed down your body, paralyzing you

“No more running Y/N.” Neon dragged you to the side of the road and away from the public. She hid you under a bridge, seating you on a bench

“So Valorant sends you to catch me and then what? Lock me in a cell until you need to destroy something?”

“No, we want you to learn how to control the power before you hurt anyone.” Neon trailed off, lost in thought

“Do you really control your power or is it just them letting you loose on anyone they want?” You needled at her doubt

“So you must have lost control at some point then, did they show up and lock you away? Just like what you want to do to me?” Provoking her was the only thing you could do

“It wasn’t like that! They found me…but after I had lost control,”

“Don’t lie to me, they can’t help me and they can’t you either!”

“SHUT UP!” Sparks scorched the ground near Neon’s legs

Neon’s anger turned to regret “They gave me training for it and helped me make the best of it.”

Neon began to smile a bit as an arc of electricity moved up her hand

“I’m sure we’ll do the same for you.”

Once you could move, you and her walked back to a extraction point

“Do you really think they don’t want to use my power for themselves? You were sent on this mission right?”

“I volunteered for this, Y/N. You won’t have to fight unless you want to but we have Radiants that want to help you control your abilities.”

It wasn’t much reassurance without definitive proof, but it was good to hear as you stepped onto the VTOL

“Plus you’ll train with me Y/N. So I’m hoping you decide to stay with us so we can have a rematch.”

Neon fidgeted in her chair at the conference with Brimstone and Sage. Reyna stood in the back eying you over and occasionally muttering something in Spanish

“Y/N, your power is going to make the difference in the fight against Omega Earth. We need you to back us up.”

“I- I want to but I’m not,”

Neon looked over at you and her nervousness switched something in you

“I can get ready for the field. I’m on board sir.” Neon relaxed at your response

“Good Y/N, glad to have you here. We’ll enter some information for your file, in the meantime Neon can show you to the gym for a physical assessment.”

He passed her a tablet

Neon led you around the protocol and took you to the training area. She took the tablet Brimstone gave her and had you start the tests

It wasn’t a great couple of hours, especially because Neon kept her eyes on you struggling the entire time

Finally the running test came up, and Neon readied a stopwatch

“Y/N, do you want to race?” Neon tossed the stopwatch in the air towards you

“Sure,” you caught the watch and readied it. “Go!”

She cleared the mile in under 7 minutes without her power before taking the watch

“Beat that Y/N.”

Your mile was about 9 minutes, which was expected from someone who didn’t run often. Neon did tone her taunting down during the run which was a welcome change

“So…Y/N what callsign do you want? I have to put one here so what do you want?”

“I don’t really have anything. I would pick something about running or escaping-” Neon looked up disapprovingly “-but I guess that’s your thing right.”

“Well you aren’t fast, just hard to keep in the same place. Like a nomad. Oh that could work!”

Neon put down Nomad in name entry

“We even sort of match too. I like Nomad, enter it in!” You nodded to her and got ready for the next step in becoming an agent

Reyna

“Tienes miedo? I love a good chase Y/N.” Reyna’s voice barely held her sadistic excitement back

Carefully, you hid behind cover while Reyna stalked through the courtyard of Sunset. Loading your pistol, you sprang from the cover and opened fire

A glaring eye filled your vision, and you shot blindly at the space. The bullets dissipated the eye, but Reyna was gone

“I’ve heard so much about you, your power. Don’t disappoint me.” Reyna’s skin turned to shadows and glowed with unnatural energy

“I WON’T!” you bellowed. Particles of radiant energy spiraled around your body and blasted straight through Reyna

She made no effort to dodge your most powerful blast as it corkscrewed into her. At first you thought she was going to die

It was much more terrifying than that

Reyna walked calmly through the beam toward you, her intangible state keeping her from damage. The blast lost power and stopped

“Que fuerte, but not enough.” Reyna grabbed your throat and slammed you to the ground

“If you struggle, I will continue to have fun with you.” Her grip tightened to emphasize the point

“I’m not joining your damn organization. You and Kingdom are all the same, just preying on Radiants.”

“QUE DEMONIOS ME DIJISTE?” Reyna yelled, she drove her nails into your neck. “I- We are nothing like them.”

Her outrage was enough to quiet you down

“Kingdom is our enemy Y/N, we can bring them down together. Join me and we will destroy them.” Reyna reached a hand out

You took it

Reyna leaned in and whispered in your ear

“Somos unido, contra el mundo. Do not forget they are terrified of us.”

Reyna sat at your side at the table in the conference room. Brimstone and Sage went over the situation with Omega

“If Omega uses the mirror version of you, we would have a hell of a fight ahead of us without you to help us out.” Brimstone gave a worried look to the holographic files

“Don’t worry, I’ll join the protocol if I can make a difference.”

“Come with me Y/N, we will see how useful you can be to us.” Reyna took your arm and moved you to the training room

A few bots appeared and Reyna took a seat

“Go on, end them Y/N.”

It took little effort to turn the bots into scrap metal and burnt plastic. In your elation, you blasted a hole in the window near Reyna

“Que increible Y/N, you certainly have potential.” She ran her fingers over the scorch marked bots

“The protocol requires a callsign,” she passed you a tablet with an input. “I would put in my suggestions but I don’t want to speak for you.”

“Wait, what did you have in mind?” you looked over to Reyna while she leaned against the exit

“Pues, I was thinking something that felt unburdened. Something freeing. Viajero, no como se dice,” she paused feeling for the English word, “Nomad.”

“It means someone on the run or that moves around. That does sound like me.”

“Claro, I think it suits you perfectly Y/N. Now, let's begin your training and sharpen your strength.”

She sauntered across the room and started up more bots

“Mataremos, Nomad.” You and Reyna tore into them together

Sage

“Do not make me pursue you further Y/N, I wish no harm on you.” Sage cried to you

“Then let me leave,” you readied an energy bolt, “I doubt you could even hurt me!” You shot, directly into her chest

“So be it.” Sage muttered

Jade, tougher than steel, coated her hands and began to work into her skin. Life energy flowed in and she rose up

Her skin healed as she charged you. You burnt through your power to launch a vortex of radiant energy

The sphere engulfed her, but when it passed she was completely gone to your surprise. A hand landed on your shoulder, then a chop connected to your temple

Sage had catapulted herself over the vortex using her wall, and gotten directly behind you

As a monk, she was adept in martial arts. It didn’t help that the barrage of fists, palms, and kicks was hard as iron

You tried to swing back, but couldn’t move. Sage coated you in jade, effectively restraining you with every blow

“Do you doubt I could hurt you now Y/N?” Sage’s tone was retributive but took satisfaction in her position over you

“I don’t care what you try, you can’t force me to work with Valorant. You chased me down like an animal, just like Kingdom.”

“We did pursue you Y/N, but we aren’t like Kingdom. We want to help you, not use you.”

“I’m not interested in what you have to say, I’ll break free eventually.”

“No you won’t, it is unmoving and you are too. I want you to see what Valorant truly is, not what you think it is.”

“I don’t give a shit what Valorant is, you tracked me and trapped me in this.”

“We tried to bring you in but you refused because you thought we were Kingdom. I want to prove we’re better than them.”

“By encasing me in rock and hauling me somewhere against my will? Just like Kingdom tried before?”

“You’d run away otherwise, and I went easy on you. I could have broken your legs and healed them later, but I wanted you to see we aren’t cruel.”

It was true, she had held back enough not to render you unconscious or cripple you. Plus she didn’t sound like she was lying, her tone was honest

“I don’t know if I can fully trust you, but if you want to show me Valorant I don’t really have a choice do I?”

“Not particularly, but I promise you are safe while under my watch.”

She had your petrified body loaded onto a VTOL and flown to the HQ

Once you had been briefed, and Sage released you, she passed you a keycard. Brimstone finished his report on Omega

“Y/N, please lend us your aid.” Sage pleaded

“I’m in, don’t worry. I was wrong about you all, I’m happy to join.”

“Sage, take Y/N to the clinic and give them a check up. I’ll finish Y/N’s file and send word to the agents that we have a new member.”

You and her went over to the clinic and she sat you down on the table before taking a few instruments out

“Y/N, please remove your clothes.” she took a tablet and started marking things as you cautiously took your clothing off. You blushed the entire time

Sage moved quickly, giving you questions while she looked you over. She finished her check up and had you dress back up

“Y/N, do not worry I have seen the entire protocol naked. I am just doing my job.”

“I know, it’s just strange because I don’t know you that well.”

“Then I hope we become close,” Sage smiled at you, “I must ask you about what you want to use for a callsign.”

“I didn’t think about that. Do you have any ideas?”

Sage responded with a long pause

“I suppose something that suggests your strengths. You are flexible and spirited.”

“Do you have anything that sounds like either of those?”

“Would you accept Nomad? It is the word for people that have no single place they call home.”

“Nomad…” you thought about it for a second.

“I love it!”

“Wonderful, now let’s finish your recruitment Nomad.”

Jett

“I’m not gonna work with the woman that destroyed Venice!” you screamed as you launched a volley of energy at Jett

The backstreets of Split had turned into a storm of bullets and radiant explosions, Jett was lurking in the rafters while you stuck to the ground

She nimbly dashed from cover to avoid the bursts of plasma, then took aim with her Vandal

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jett’s serious tone cut through the chaos. Her gun ran dry and she began to reload

“You can’t lie to me! I’m never joining Valorant!” A gathering of particles rushed through your hands, charging a pulse of energy that blasted Jett from cover

Her body flew through the air from the force, and you watched with satisfaction. Then she suspended herself in midair, turning to you

“I’m done with your shit, Y/N.” Jett summoned her knives, and sent them for you

Acting quickly, you used the rest of your energy to blast the knives from their paths. Each failed to connect as the knives moved on their own, weaving around

Blades sped past you, then sinking into your clothes and pinning you to the ground. Jett drifted down and knelt next to you, a smug grin painted on her face

“So,” a blade twirled over her finger, “care to correct what you said about me and Venice?”

“I saw the footage, it was you. I won’t work for people who shelter a monster.”

“IT WASN’T ME!” Jett’s control slipped and the knife embedded itself next to your neck

“She took everything from me,” a few tears fell down from Jett’s cheek. “You of all people should know what being slandered feels like!”

It was true Kingdom had done their best to scare the public after they lost track of you, and wasted no time showing how dangerous you were

“You want me to feel bad for you when you’re hunting me like them? They took so much from me and you’re no different.”

“Y/N, you don’t have anywhere to go. Valorant stood with me against the world, I stay with them because they know I’m not the enemy.”

Silence gave you time to digest how genuine she was being. You could see how wounded she was and what Valorant meant to her

“I want them to help you Y/N. We both had our lives ruined but Valorant is our second chance.”

“I’m not against it, but even if I was you’ve already caught me.”

Jett rolled her eyes and helped you up

“Valorant will help you, it’s like a second family to me. I hope it becomes that for you too.”

The fact Jett’s double had ruined her life was made clear to you once you were in the care of Valorant

Her anger flared whenever the photo would appear in the report Brimstone gave you. Wind would pick up in the room, moving papers about

You signed on immediately when you realized that you could make a difference and stop the mirrors from unleashing more Spikes

“Jett, I’m sure Y/N is going to need some help navigating the protocol. Do you mind giving them a tour of the premises?”

“Yeah, let’s go Y/N. This place is huge so we should start now.”

You and Jett took a walk through the corridors of Valorant. Jett took you first to the training room and showed you the scoresheet

“As you can see, I have some high marks but no big deal.” Jett gloated, making sure a nearby Phoenix could hear here

She took you next to the living quarters and introduced you to Killjoy and Raze, both of whom greeted you excitedly

Jett next took you to the cafeteria, mainly to flex the fact she cooked last night

“I bet you’re hungry after everything, we can probably take a minute here and have some of the chap chae I made.”

You and her reheated the noodles and added some onions and carrots to it

“So Y/N,” Jett practically inhaled her food, “what were you thinking for a codename?”

You finished a bit of food, “I don’t really know what I’d go with.”

“How about Nomad? I mean it makes sense ‘cause you’re hard to catch. Plus it sounds cool.”

“It does, we should use that!” you agreed

You and her finished up and cleaned your plates, then finished the tour

“Y/N, Nomad, tomorrow Phoenix, Neon, and I are gonna get together for movie night. You should totally join us!”

“I’ll be there!”

Deadlock

“Don’t try and run Y/N, you can’t escape me.” Deadlock’s eyes trained on you, watching for any movement

She had you at gunpoint, pointing a Phantom at your chest ready to fire. Her finger was slightly above the trigger

“Nobody is taking me prisoner!” you shouted before leaping out of the way and phasing into energy

Deadlock fired through you, the bullets disintegrating as they passed through you. You sprinted through a wall and detransformed

That wasn’t so bad you thought to yourself as you began to make your way across the room you had entered

A beeping noise caught your attention as you exited, you searched for its source. Then you looked to your left and saw the Sound Sensor

It concussed you and sent you reeling into the main room of the Kingdom outpost. You spotted the exit on the second floor and dashed up the stairs

“YOU’RE NOT LEAVING MY TERRITORY Y/N!” a yell caught you off guard. A blue string floated in front of your face for a single second

Then an onslaught of fibres wrapped your arms and legs, restraining you. You did everything you could to escape but it was too late

The cocoon floated somewhere, but a brief minute later you felt yourself being picked up and carried outside

Bitter cold crept in through the gaps in the nanowire, causing you to shiver. Then you felt yourself being rested on snow

A knife cut through the web, a centimeter from your face. It opened your face up to the chilling weather and Deadlock’s stoic expression

“Are you cold? You keep moving like you’re shivering.” Her voice was flat, unbothered by the freezing winds

“I-I’m f-f-fine, I don’t, n-need any he-help.” you did your best not to let her notice your teeth chattering

“You are an awful liar, we’re going back to the station.” Deadlock began a march back and threw you over her shoulder

“Put me down!”

“You’ll freeze Y/N, I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

“Why? You opened fire at me why does it matter if I get cold?”

“I know you don’t deserve to suffer out here, and I didn’t shoot to kill. Valorant sent me to collect you but we won’t mistreat you.”

“You’re part of Kingdom, I know you are.”

“I’m not, when our extraction arrives we’ll take you to our headquarters and you can see that we have your best interests at heart.”

You went silent, confused at the fact she was taking you back to the outpost instead of directly to her allies. It wasn’t something a typical mercenary or Kingdom would do

“How long until they arrive?”

“A few minutes from now.” Deadlock shut the door and laid you against a wall near a heating vent

“Rest Y/N, I don’t want you to freeze.”

Hours later, you were in the tropics at the Valorant HQ

You exited Brimstone’s office with a newfound appreciation for Valorant. Your Mirror concerned both you and the agents around you

Brimstone had finished signing you up with the protocol, and you agreed to go to the armory to get an idea of what you would be training with

Deadlock led you through the headquarters, giving you a brief tour of the base before stopping at the weapon room

“Y/N, we are going to go over weaponry while the others finish notifying the protocol about you and readying your quarters.” Deadlock handed you a Guardian

“Take it and see how it feels.” She watched you explore the rifle and attempt to take it apart. Field stripping was not your strength

Deadlock began to help you, as well as go over the rest of the armory’s collection. You learned how to clean the guns which seemed to be enough for Deadlock

“I’ll have a kit sent to your room, but I have to ask what were you thinking for a code name?”

“Codename?”

“Every agent gets one, so we have to assign you one.” She referred to her own ID card and took a seat at the firing range

“Come on, I don’t have the slightest idea of what to put for one. What would you put?”

Looking upwards in thought, Deadlock paused for a second before meeting your gaze

“They gave me my name because I can stall the enemy. You specialize in moving and being unpredictable.”

You nodded in agreement

“Perhaps, Nomad?” Deadlock shrugged her shoulders

“You know that sounds good. Put Nomad as my codename please.” You felt the name around a bit before settling into the callsign

“Hey Deadlock,”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for the name and for not letting me freeze.”

“It was no trouble at all.”

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sky-kiss · 5 months

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A/N: Blatant Asmodeus propaganda. After betraying Raphael in the HoH to save Baldur's Gate, they steal his corpse back from Meph and entreat Asmodeus. Also. A Dracula gif. To push my agenda.

Raph x GN!Tav: A Pact Struck, A Contract Sealed

Ages have passed, and empires have risen and fallen since a mortal last attempted to bind his Aspect. Asmodeus feels a tickling in the back of his psyche, barely a drag at his near-infinite energy. His awareness fragments and then shifts, searching for the source of the petition. The words come second, the feelings first.

Desperation. Pain. A soul-deep grief. Physical hurt, too, but it's a stinging afterthought. The Lord of the Nine Hells cocks his head to the side, eyes closed. They are petitioning his avatar. They whisper in the darkness. A chill winter breeze howls around them, bowing the branches of dead trees. How fitting, he thinks, that this little creature should surround itself with such things. They wear death like a shroud.

He is not in the habit of entertaining such low-hanging fruit…but there is a touch of something in their desperation, a sweetness Asmodeus has not sampled in many years. It amuses him. And he is not above indulging his amusement—the Archdevil motions with his right hand, passing a fraction of his awareness to the Aspect. The darkness of his throne room fades in favor of a moonlit night—the sickly sweet tang of blood colors the air.

Ah, and there is his petitioner. They sit with their back pressed to an ancient white birch, skin badly frostbitten. Cania's stink lingers across their skin, brimstone and hellfire marrying together. They curl around their prize, clutching a badly mangled figure to their chest. Asmodeus hums, kneeling. Its wings are broken. So many bones shattered.

"Tell me, child." His voice is low and pleasant in the chill air, a warmth chasing along the baritone. "Do you know whose name you have called? The attention you would court?"

They nod, grip tightening on their prince. Tears cut through the mess of dirt on their skin. Crying, he thinks, and what a charming little oddity. Who shed tears for a devil? How curious. How delightful. "Lord Asmodeus, Prince of the Darkness. Lord of Lies."

"Indeed, I am. Pretty titles, aren't they?"

"I thought…" they catch themselves. Asmodeus notes the tremor in their right hand and the way they struggle to stay upright. His presence is overpowering at the best of times; the wounded little creature is fighting valiantly not to succumb to darkness, mind breaking under the weight of his Aspect's attention.

"My apologies, little one. It has been some since I treated with your kind. Allow me." He reaches out with one clawed hand, tapping his nail to the center of their forehead. The ward will protect them from the worst of it. They blink at him. "Continue, please."

Their right hand tightens in the corpse's dark hair. "My Lord, I had hoped to make a deal with you. I know…I am beneath your attention…"

"Most are. The benefit of being a god, I suppose. But it has never stopped me in the past."

Despite themself, they smile. Shuffling, the adventurer turns their burden outwards. Though badly burned, cheekbones shattered, he recognizes the features—so much of the father in the son, an agony to both parties. Mephistopheles' boy stares blankly forward—a hollow shell of himself, a waste of potential.

It pains the Prince to see so promising a resource wasted.

"I made a mistake. I…" they swallow. "There was something that had to be done. And it came at a cost. Raphael…”

"The boy is known to me, child. If I may?" They hesitate. Asmodeus forces his temper down, the air around them heating. He is a god and not in the habit of being denied. But the Hero of Baldur's Gate relents, shifting their burden into his arms. The Lord of the Ninth cups his hand over the pretender-king's mouth, his forehead. Asmodeus shuts his eyes. "Such a waste."

"Can you help him?"

"Do you doubt me, little one?" They shift back, dropping their eyes at the sharpness of his tone—a warning, barely veiled. "Mephistopheles has devoured that which he gave—the infernal. The mortal soul…is uncontested. Lost somewhere in Avernus. It could be located…for a price."

"Anything."

Asmodeus chuckles. He is not ignorant of the sudden rush of color in the little creature's cheeks or how the sound makes them avert their eyes. This guise is pleasant, after all, tall and angular and dark. The wind catches in the blackness of his hair, the long strands falling well below his shoulders. "How dearly naive. I've half a mind to take advantage of such generosity." They shiver under the force of his stare, reality undoubtedly going dark around the edges. He hums. "But…the alternative could prove a more pleasurable distraction still."

The Lord of the Ninth stands, holding out his hand. The hero, Tav, sets their palm in his. He helps them to their feet, settling his other hand on their shoulders. So close, he can feel the weight of their exhaustion and desperation rolling off them, an ambrosia. The depth of their affection for the boy-king. Interesting and useful. Asmodeus touches their cheek.

"I will treat with you, little one, and more fairly than I ought. Your dear one's potential: a few more centuries, a stern hand, and Raphael might have made a powerful piece on the board. His sire is…" Asmodeus tapped his chin. "Increasingly irrelevant. Immutable and tiresome."

Tav stares up at him, such a little thing. And there is potential there, too, the ability to warp and mold this boy-king into something suitable to his grand design. He touches their cheek with a claw. "I will give the means to locate Raphael's soul. In retrieving it, you will prove your worth and dedication. I have no use for the faint of heart. Is this clear?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Clever pet, very clever." He smiles, chucking them under the chin. "You bring the boy to my court in Nessus, where he shall be given the means to decide his fate. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

What an amusing twist of fate. He bends, collecting the Prince's mangled body in his arms. Tav looks ready to protest, to fight for their dear one (and again, how delightful; Asmodeus cannot help but feel charmed), only to remember what precisely stands before them: a god in truth, the Lord of all the Nine Hells. Asmodeus smiles at them, bowing his head. "I shall keep him for you, little one. You have my oath. Collect his soul, and we will meet again."

He leaves them without another word, a touch of the dramatic, a hint of mystery to whet their palette. Asmodeus inspects the corpse in his arm.

Sweet Prince, broken and bloodied.

Asmodeus will make him whole again.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #d & d asmodeus #asmodeus #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #longfic #by tumblr standards #Tav: i sacrificed my loved for the greater good #Asmodeus: Cool story fam would you like to go on a quest to get him back? We stan some love. Like. For my own gain but.#raphael x durge #Gonna fight the desire to make this a whole ass story lol

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enbeeanon · 8 months

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Masterlist of herbs and plants!

This is a list that I have in my Book of Shadows, typed up so that you can use it, too!

Do not consume those with an asterisk (*) next to them. Some are edible in certain forms, but consult a qualified herbalist before you use them

Absinthiumn*

Healing, maintained good health, fighting off disease

Acorns*

Good luck, fertility, spiritual growth, prosperity

Acacia*

Prosperity, money, success, love, psychic powers

African Violet*

Protection, healing, spiritual growth

Amber*

Happiness, love, friendship, comfort, reassurance

Agrimony

Protection, removing negative energy and bad vibes, helping to remove hexes

Aletris root*

Feminine magick, protection, prosperity

Almond

Prosperity, wisdom, success

Aloe

Spiritual growth, luck, success, protection, love, barrier against unwelcome things

Angelica root

Protection, exorcism, removes negative energy, boosts feminine energy

Anise/Aniseed

Spiritual growth, dreams, sleep, protection

Apples

Love, luck, longevity

Arrow root

Purification, cleansing, healing

Ash*

Divination, luck, prosperity, protection

Aspen*

House and item protection, healing, psychic growth

Avocado

Youth, beauty, love, lust, healing

Azalea*

Happiness, uplifting, full of life

Bamboo*

Wish magick, luck, protection

Banana

Fertility, passion, success

Basil

Home and business protection and blessings, warding off negative energy, purification, cleansing, divination, exorcism, prosperity, love

Bay leaves

Warning: if burned, ensure the area has ventilation!

Protection, psychic power, divination, success, money, wish magick

Beech*

Wish magick, happiness, divination, spiritual growth

Belladonna*

Astral projection, psychic powers, boosts spell's power, healing, helps to forget past loves, protection

Bergamot*

Success, psychic powers, fertility, mental clarity, sleep, protection, prosperity

Birch*

Protection, purification, cleansing, removing negative energy and hexes

Blackberry

Protection, healing, prosperity

Black pepper

Banish negativity, warding off bad energy, protection

Blueberry

House protection, home blessing, legal matters, luck, prosperity, protection

Brazil nut

Protection, prosperity, love

Brimstone powder*

Used to remove hexes

Burdock root

Protection, purification, healing, cleansing, self acceptance

Buckthorn bark*

Exorcism, wards off negative energy, removing hexes, aids legal matters

Cabbage

Fertility, luck, prosperity

Calendula (Marigold)

Psychic powers, spiritual growth, happiness, protection

Camellia*

Love, protection, healing, prosperity

Chamomile

Sleep, calms nerves, prosperity, luck, purification

Caraway seeds

Helps children stay safe from illness and general harm, protection, clarity of mind, passion, healing

Cardamom

Courage, love, passion

Carnation*

Protection, inner strength, healing, creativity

Carrot

Lust, fertility

Cashew

Prosperity

Catnip

Courage, beauty, love, used in magick surrounding cats

Cayenne

Aids separation (such as divorce), emotional heartache, a traditional offering in Wicca (I'm not wiccan but that may be helpful for any of you who are)

Cedar*

Protection, purification, removes negative energy and hexes, prosperity

Celery

Mental clarity, psychic powers, aids sleep, lust, passion

Centaury

Psychic powers, protection

Cherry bark*

Love, romance, passion, divination, clarity of which path to take

Chervil

Helps to contact spirits, used to help people find deities

Chestnut

Love and peace

Chrysanthemum*

Healing and protection

Chives

Protection, used in dieting spells

Cinnamon

Promotes dreaming, business success, healing, psychic powers, love, purification, protection, spiritual growth, adds power to any spell

Cloves

Adds power to spells, speed up spells effects and manifestation

Clover*

Mental clarity, protection, love

Coltsfoot

Prosperity, peace, calms nerves, love, psychic powers, dreams

Coriander

Love, healing, passion

Cucumber

Fertility and healing

Cumin seeds

House protection, home blessings, general protection, exorcism, wards off negative energy

Daffodil*

Luck, love, fertility

Daisy*

Innocence, spells for children

Dandelion

Contacting spirits, dreams, healing, purification, clairvoyance

Deadly Nightshade*

Astral projection, psychic powers, adds a boost of power to spells, healing, protection, helps to forget past loves

Dill

Protection against hexes and curses, mental clarity, luck, love, wisdom, enhances magickal knowledge

Dock leaf*

Prosperity, success in business, fertility, healing

Dragon's blood*

Increases power and boosts spells, banishments, exorcism, strong protection, love, energy, purification

Echinanea

Inner strength, physical strength, healing, prosperity

Elderflowers/Elderberries

Exorcism, protection, house protection/blessings, healing, love

Eucalyptus*

Healing, purification, cleansing, protection

Evening primrose

Healing, purification, creativity, protection

Eyebright

Psychic powers, spiritual growth, mental clarity

Fennel

Protection, purification, healing, passion, courage, strength

Feverfew

Protection against accidents, clumsiness and illness, helps with colds and fevers

Frankincense*

Protection, purification, healing, cleansing

Fumitory

Protection, purification, cleansing, consecrating tools

Galangal root*

Protection, prosperity, psychic powers, lust, passion, legal matters

Garlic

Protection, healing, exorcism, inner strength, family bonding, home and business blessings

Geranium*

Healing, protection, love, meditation

Ginger

Protection, prosperity, healing, luck, love

Heartease*

Aids healing from heartache, love, friendship

Hibiscus

Dreams, divination, love, lust

Holly*

Protection, love dreams, good marriage

Honeysuckle*

Prosperity, luck, peace, inspiration

Horseradish

Purification, protection, exorcism

Hyssop*

Protection, purification, cleansing, consecration, positive blessings

Jasmine

Love, dreams, spiritual growth

Juniper berries

Protection, exorcism, healing, calming nerves, love

Ladies Mantle*

Aids sleep, love, purification, beauty, inner calm, fertility, luck, protection, happiness

Lavender

Purification, healing, cleansing, home blessings, protection, calming, sleep, love

Lemon

Uplifting, mental clarity, healing, psychic powers, friendship, contacting spirits

Lemon balm

Healing, psychic powers, spiritual growth, divination, love, success

Lemongrass

Mental clarity, psychic powers, love, lust

Lemon Mint

Healing, love

Lemon Verbena

Purification, protection, cleansing, love, passion, adds a boost to other herb mixtures

Lettuce

Divination, sleep, protection

Lilac*

Past life regression, protection, love, luck, exorcism

Lily*

Removing love spells/enchantments, protection

Lily of the Valley*

Healing, uplifting, happiness, inner calm

Lime

Protection, healing, love

Liquorice root

Love, romance, fidelity

Liquorice stick

Love

Magnolia

Good marriage, love, passion

Mandrake*

Protection, exorcism, home and business blessings, divination, luck, prosperity

Maple

Luck, prosperity, love

Marjoram

Inner balance, psychic powers, spiritual growth, happiness, love, prosperity, protection

Marshmallow root

Love, protection, removing negative energy

Meadowsweet

Happiness, love, divination, inner calm, peace

Mint

Prosperity, psychic powers, spiritual growth, travelling, exorcisms, healing, protection

Mistletoe*

Youth, beauty, love, healing, prosperity, protection, fertility

Mugwort

Warning: can cause drowsiness and vivid dreams. Do not consume if pregnant.

Dreams, astral projection, psychic powers, healing, inner strength, visions, protection

Myrrh*

Protection, purification, cleansing, exorcism, spiritual growth, helping relieve sorrow after tragedy, healing

Neroli*

Inner calm, sleep, peace, meditation, inner confidence

Nettles

Protection, healing, removing negative energy, exorcism

Nutmeg

Prosperity, divination, love, luck, mental clarity, protection, uplifting, healing

Onion

Protection, purification, healing

Orange

Peace, calm, love, luck, lust

Orchid*

Calming, dissolving anger, beauty, love, peace

Oregano

Happiness, protection, prosperity, healing, love

Parsley

Psychic powers, spiritual growth, luck, uplifting, healing

Passionflower

Home blessings, friendships, sleep, inner peace, emotional balance, love, family bonds

Peony*

Natural lucky charm, healing, prosperity, protection, exorcism, removes hexes

Patchouli*

Used to break a spell, exorcisms, removes hexes, mental clarity, passion, prosperity, contacting spirits, divination

Pennyroyal*

Purification, protection, home blessings, inner calm, aids calm in arguements, helps prevent travel sickness

Peppermint

Psychic powers, calming, healing, aids rest, mental clarity, dreams, love, purification

Periwinkle*

Good marriage, mental clarity, purification, protection, love

Pine*

Protection, purification, cleansing, prosperity, inner strength, grounding, healing, fertility, success, home and business blessings

Pineapple

Prosperity, luck

Pink rosebuds/petals

Friendships, love, romance, self acceptance

Plum

Healing, love, peace, inner calm

Pomegranate

Divination, wish magick, protection, prosperity

Poppy/Poppy seeds

Happiness, love, lust, luck, sleep, prosperity, fertility

Potato

Healing, luck, prosperity

Primrose*

Love, luck

Pumpkin/ pumpkin seeds

Healing, divination, honours the moon

Raspberry leaf

Protection, sleep, dreams, healing

Red rosebuds/ petals

Passion, love, romance, psychic powers, healing, protection, divination

Red sandalwood*

Trance work, divination, meditation, consecration, purification

Rosehips

Love, luck, healing, invoking positive spirits

Rosemary

Purification, healing, sleep, mental clarity, psychic powers, spiritual growth

Rowan/ Rowan berries*

Protection, home and business blessings, success, psychic powers, healing

Rue*

Exorcism, protection, luck, removes hexes, love, mental clarity, healing, home and business blessings

Saffron

Psychic powers, healing, love, lust

Sage

Purification, cleansing, mental clarity, psychic power, spiritual growth, home/general protection, wisdom, knowledge

Sandalwood*

Cleansing, purification, protection, removes negative energy, protects against psychic attacks

Sea salt

Purification, cleansing, casting circles

Slippery elm*

Protection, stops gossip and rumours

Spearmint

Protection, protection during sleep, clarity of mind, healing, love

St. John's wort*

Protection, healing, love, happiness, divination

Tea tree*

Healing, peace, harmony, mental clarity

Thyme

Psychic power, spiritual growth, love, stopping nightmares, divination, courage, purification, restful sleep, healing, inner calm, balance

Valerian root

Sleep, purification, cleansing, protection, dreams, love

Vervain

Inner calm, harmony, peace, protection, purification, divination, consecration, prosperity, love, creativity

Walnut

Healing, mental clarity, wish magick, fertility

Willow*

Divination, protection, love, healing, relieve sorrow

White willow bark*

Protection, love, healing, divination, luck, inspiration, psychic power

Witch hazel*

Protection, healing, charm

Yarrow

Exorcism, protection, love, removing hexes, dispels fear, promotes calm, inner strength, psychic powers, courage

Yew*

Removes negative energy/hexes, protection

Ylang Ylang*

Inner calm, brings peace to situations, love, happiness, tranquility

This took me two hours to write up, but hey! Hope this helps!

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“Mine’’

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Yoru/Reader]

Words: 7.5K

Tags: Fluff, slight jealousy, boys being boys(?), technicality of the actual game because I really like Lotus, slow-burn.

Alternate version with Yoru ending: Redemption

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It is not often you get to warm up, or even begin to be friendly, towards new agents joining the protocol.

Obviously, it is not a matter as to who to blame, rather you don’t get the time to make acquaintances because of the tasks you are assigned most of the time. And when an opportunity arises, you don't know if it's worth the time.

When Chamber joined in, you didn't have to put up with a façade to appear friendly and welcoming.

From the moment your eyes landed on him, the uneasiness of his presence was obvious for everyone at the meeting room. There was no guilt when he tried to flirt his way to you, just like to any other woman there, and you brushed him off, scoffing at his boldness and naiveness of his lack of charm. Being rude to Chamber came effortlessly, and he took it as a challenge to push your buttons whenever you were partnered for scouting missions.

You were introduced to Neon after returning from a mission. Ferocious, fast, and peppy personality would be the best ways to describe her; powerful being inside the body of a young adult. Since she was under the tutelage of Reyna, it was easy to get along with her. Neon was easy to get fond of, listening to her struggles and lack of restraint when it comes to leaks of energy, her fear of hurting her teammates, it all comes down to seeing through her tough persona, Neon is a good person.

It is least to say you both are very good friends.

With Fade there was not even a try. She came in, didn't apologize for the blackmailing, and announced she was going to be joining forces with the protocol to fulfill her own goal. Brimstone wouldn't tell the details about the delicate matter, but it was clear the decision was made. You don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to you, and a silent agreement to respect each other's existence within the same space or missions was made.

Although, the same couldn’t be said for Harbor, since the man himself was friendly enough to approach anyone to strike a conversation and, later on, a friendship. A formidable addition to the team, a good comrade to have in battle and on missions; Harbor was everything the rest of the protocol lacked, and you were proud to say you were one of the few he trusted enough to have as an ally and friend.

At last, one more joined in.

Gekko…

Gekko was a whole new ordeal to deal with.

He is Reyna’s protegé, his little brother, although no blood bonds them, it is clear she has a protective stance towards him.

You’ve heard bits and things about him way before, tales about his powers and hazards to get to the point where he is. You’d hear from Harbor when your paths would cross at the range, boasting about his new student’s skillful abilities or approach with guns, how proud he was about their improvement with battle and communication. It was fun, seeing Harbor act so carefree and somewhat excited about the kid; like a proud father, you could say.

Reyna was not far behind, being the closest friend to you, she would confide in you her expectations of the kid, her worries of bringing him to battles, and the fear of losing him to their counterparts.

Her contemplation about resigning and taking him away before he even started clouded her mind often, but she would not do such a thing, since Reyna has a goal to fulfill. Besides, if she leaves, no one would be able to look over his protegé as good as her.

You’d think: Damn, the kid has many people worrying over him this much. Would he really be able to survive on the battlefield?

But now, seeing him in the flesh, makes you wonder if their worries had sustent. You expected a shy kid, barely able to look anyone in the eyes, but this one? Far off what you envisioned.

Gekko is reckless, loud, boisterous, and so damn friendly, you were surprised some of the agents vouched for his skillful abilities with the gun when he looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

“Yo! Nice to meet ya’, soy Gekko!”

You don't know how it began, your friendship with Gekko, that is. The first day he was introduced to the protocol, he was surrounded by most of the agents in the meeting room, changing pleasantries with the ones he didn’t know, and hugging the ones he’s been acquainted with for longer.

“So these are your little friends!” Raze exclaims, squinting her eyes while examining the blue one floating in the air. “They are adorable!”

The little blue thing barbles something and Gekko bursts out laughing, a little dimple showing on his cheek. “She says you are pretty cool! Lookin’ rad.”

“You understand them?” Jett asks, toying with the yellow fella by her feet. Gekko nods excitedly.

“Yeah! We are like connected, una sola neurona entre los cinco! Anything I feel, they feel it too, anything I think, they can hear it too!”

Omen was keeping you company in the far back, propping against the wall while witnessing their conversation unfold in amicable silence.

The wraith had no interest in joining in the conversation, apparently, too busy looking at his device provided by Brimstone. It mimicked a cellphone, though the usage of it was limited to information regarding missions or direct calls to other devices the same as his.

And since he seems far more interested in it, you decide maybe you could leave without anyone noticing. You will have time to get to know the kid on the battlefield if Brimstone so desires, for now, you need to take a breath of fresh air.

But before you could take one step forward, your eyes lock in with Gekko’s from across the room. His hazel eyes compel you to stay put, getting drowned in the way he looks at you, even at a distance.

Phoenix and Jett were too deep in their bantering to notice Gekko stopped paying attention to them and was now making his way to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Behind him, one of his little…pokemons? You dont know what to call them, but they were cute as fuck, was trailing behind him, going pit pat pit pat with its short legs.

Seeing him close the distance between you two, you were now aware of the many details you overlooked: the shape of his face, the curve of his nose, the little moles under his left eye and the many tattoos framing his arms up to his neck. You would have kept going, eyes roaming his whole form shamelessly, if it weren’t for the fact his little friend nudged your leg, like a little cat, asking for attention.

When he stood in front of you, shifting from one foot to another, giving away how nervous he was, you wonder if you should feel nervous too.

“Mi Reyna has told me about you.” he said, his smile was bigger this time. His face seemed flushed under the white lights of the room, giving him a soft glow. “I’ve got your back on the field, amigo, hope you got mine, too!”

Energetic is not something you are known for, and won’t be in the near future; so it was a little difficult to keep the rhythm in which he strode in life. One moment he was there, the other, on the other side of the room, the next moment he was gone and bothering one of his friends. Gekko was everywhere at any time, causing chaos wherever he goes, bringing smiles and laughs; joining the many people at the protocol in ways no one has ever dared to do.

His little fellas weren’t far behind in their mischievous attitude, following after their master's steps; they were, if not more, childish and troublesome to handle. Wingman, in particular, loves to tease the other agents whenever they are resting or doing things as mundane as cooking. The little fiend runs around the rooms, touches things without asking first, and even attempts to eat Cypher’s chess pieces. [The poor man has already given up trying to save his favorite chess board pieces.]

Gekko is a force to be reckoned with, and you really cannot keep up whenever he ropes you into his little plans when his sight is set on you. Is adorable, in some way, how he trails after you like a lost puppy when training is over, wonder in his eyes and something else you cannot put a name on. The way he tries to get your attention with colorful comments and off-handed compliments; sometimes words you don't even understand.

“Hoy te ves hermosa!” he said once, redness spreading over his face.

Reyna attempted to hide her self-satisfactory smile; useless because you immediately caught-on. And since she didn't reprimanded the kid for what he said, you assumed that was something good, nodding your head in understanding but having absolutely no idea what the fuck that meant.

The other beamed at that, feeling his chest tight and his smile getting bigger with how excited he felt.

[Later that day, Gekko could be found sulking in his room after Reyna informed him you didn't understand spanish—all those compliments he had said went straight to deaf ears.]

But just like that, many moments were shared with him, his presence a constant in your life now that it feels odd when he goes out on missions, leaving you behind at the protocol and bored out of your mind.

Some would say you've become quite…soft for him. Never being one to follow orders or depend on another's presence just like you did with Gekko, in such a short time, he's as important as Reyna is to you.

Having him around proves to be something good, since you get entertained by his shenanigans or topics of conversation. And whenever he messes up, the sight of him blushing or stuttering is amusing. Adorable, even, which would worsen his state if you commented on it.

Despite all the interactions you have and how much time you spend together, what surprises you, though, is how little interaction the little creatures of his have with you.

The other agents often ask you about Gekko's pets whereabouts, as if you would know, but the truth is they don't hang out with you.

The first time Wingmans ever dared be near you was when Gekko introduced himself; and the last time he approached you, he bumped into your leg by accident while running in the hallway, carrying a flower on his tiny claw.

When it noticed your presence, it brightened up, jumping slightly in its place while presenting the little flower to you. It seemed he was looking for you.

“For me, really?” you asked, crouching to its height. Taking the gift in your hand, you twirled the steam with a soft smile on your face. “Thank you.”

From across the hallway, Gekko’s panicked voice could be heard.

Wingman jumped to your side immediately, trying to hide behind you when Gekko turned a corner and spotted you on the floor with his companion.

“Did he say anything to you?!” He exclaimed, out of breath and showing signs of distress.

Raising a brow, you shook your head.

“He's brought me this, that's all.”

His hazel eyes widened comically, face blushing profusely when he glared at Wingman as if he had committed a crime. The yellow fella tried to hide further.

“Wingman que chucha! You said—! Bah!” Shaking his head, he began apologizing for his friend's behavior before picking him up. Once the little one was secured, it barbled something in its language that made Gekko whine and color keep rising to his cheeks.

“What did he say?” you wondered aloud, Gekko bit his lip, nervous, and avoided eye contact.

“Nothing important.” Clearing his throat, he turned around, starting to walk away. Wingman waved goodbye excitedly, keeping on garbling words you could not understand until they went out of sight.

And that was the last time you've seen Wingman interact near you. If it weren't because of missions you are sent together or the times you train, you wouldn't see the little fella. At those times, Gekko always has him under control, not letting them get out of focus and retrieves them as soon as they are finished.

Unbeknown to you, all of this was always, always, observed by your dear friend.

“Gekko is around your age, you know?” Reyna teases, hiding a smirk behind her cup of tea.

It has been quite a while since the last time you've had a moment for yourself and Reyna. From the second Gekko joined, you would see her less than usual, too busy with her own tasks or simply training Neon outside the protocol base.

Now that your schedules aligned, the both decided to chat for a little bit, conversations about your daily life soon turning into gossip about the agents and your honest thoughts about them, your friendships and then, sooner than later, about Gekko.

“He is?” sipping carefully your own beverage, you hum softly. “He apparents to be way younger though.”

She scoffs, “That's because you think and act like an old woman.”

You pout at that.

“I do not.”

“You are, that's why we get along so well, querida.”

Huffing under your breath, you refrain from replying, concentrating on your drink rather than the offense of being called old. Reyna laughs, amused, but says nothing else.

The moment is interrupted by Yoru, muttering under his breath when he enters the kitchen and begins rummaging through the cabinets. He takes a long time in trying to find whatever he's looking for, but fails miserably when he spots nothing of what he came for and curses loudly.

“Language.” warns Reyna. The rift walker notices then your presence, the frown between his eyebrows soften ever so slightly when you smile and nod your head in greeting.

“Have you seen any package with my name on it?” He asks, leaning on the table you are sitting. Reyna raises a brow, shaking her head.

“No.”

“God dammit.”

Yoru sighs in defeat, brushing his hair with his left hand and groans. You share a look with Reyna, a bit worried for Yoru's current mood and curious about what's distressing him so much.

“What is it with the package you're looking for?” His eyes land on you when you ask. Clearing his throat, he attempts to answer, but finds no words coming out of his mouth. Reyna notices the nervousness seeping out of him, completely out of character for the duelist.

When it takes longer than is expected for an answer, you try to help and ease the situation for him in case you've made him uncomfortable. “If you don't wanna tell me, is okay, I'm just curious.”

“No, is not— I'm—”

“Querida, is time for your meeting.” Reyna steps in, nudging your arm slightly. “Go on, I'll help him.”

Nodding in understanding, you finish what's left of your beverage and bid your goodbye, patting Yoru's arm on your way out. You gotta hurry, Brimstone doesn't tolerate lateness and you are no exception to the rule, running to the meetin's room and praying you will get there on time.

Once out of sight, Reyna leans on the back of her chair, watching in amusement as Yoru keeps his sight set where you left and his hand clutching the place where you touched him. Clearing her throat, she manages to catch the younger's attention.

“What.” he asks.

“Tonto enamorado,” she begins, Yoru doesn't understand what that means, “if you keep acting like that, they will never know what you really feel.”

Confused then, the rift walker snarls, offended by the indirect accusation. Because out of all the people, he is the one being obvious about feelings that don't exist?

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

Reyna scoffs, “Of course you don't.”

It is not usual for Yoru to indulge in small chit chat whenever he's free, even less now that he's being scrutinized under her watchful gaze. Reyna wants something out of this, she wants a confession not even he is ready to accept.

With the remaining of her tea, Reyna decides to leave, not before leaving a last message: “You are not the only one after them, rift boy. So better figure out what's going on in that heart of yours. It is pounding.”

He can't help but think of it as a warning.

Not the only one…

——

Gekko has been more than excited to join this mission.

His peppy personality is what keeps spirits up on their way to Lotus, the new place Astra and Harbor have found recently.

Cypher has been the one to map out the sites before deploying them for further exploration. You were warned about the mirror agents planning to steal the radianite from here, since they were the ones to find it first but not knowing how to enter the place. Brimstone made the call to prep things up before the enemy hit it up, carrying in the jet a few cameras Cypher sent to keep on watch for when you leave.

Omen was keeping quiet in the corner, listening to Gekko talk non-stop about a new singer he's found and how much he enjoys the music made by this artist. The wraith would indulge in the conversation and ask little and simple things to keep the conversation going. Raze was dozing off with her headphones on, loud music blasting from it. You didn't have the heart to tell her to lower the volume, she looks tired, and the rest might do her good; you will need all the energy of the team to finish the assignment quickly.

At last, you were doing some last revisions to the rough version of the map, in case you've forgotten to memorize something. Cypher has been very meticulous with the information given by Astra and if not perfect, it was enough to help navigate; it would be your job to fix things up or re-design the map if there were things out of place.

“Looking good?”

Smiling, you nod. Yoru stands next to you on the main table, almost hovering over your shoulder to see the map as well.

“I'm trying to see where we could set up the cameras.” Pointing at site A, you continue, “Harbor said this is the most troubled site, since there are multiple passages and I'm worried we didn't bring enough set-up to cover.”

“Seems easy enough to have one camera per site, right at their entrance, isn't it?”

“Yes but then what about these other passages? There are moving doors and secret entrances, we have to look out for those as well.”

Yoru sighs, leaning his hand on the table and surveying the map, closing the gap between you two.

You didn't mind the closeness, too concentrated on the map just like him. Because while it was weird Yoru wasn't whining about his personal space, you believe he was far too engrossed in his thoughts to notice.

It wasn't until he tries to point at site B does he realize how close his face is to yours. His eyes cross with your curious gaze, blinking in a haze and feeling his heart pounding loudly he fears you might hear it.

Embarrassed and lit like a lightbulb, Yoru apologizes and takes his distance.

Awkwardly, the rift walker tries to talk before being interrupted loudly, “Yo' fam, whatcha got there?”

Gekko steps in, throwing an arm over your shoulders and gazing quizzically at the map. Yoru grunts, annoyance clear on his face, and tries to move away from Gekko's friendly half-hug.

There is confusion for a split second on Gekko's face, eyes darting all over the notes and pins on the map for camera locations, but soon his expression turns into understanding.

“Ohhh, I see, I see.” leaning on you, he takes his arm off Yoru and points a finger at site A. “Here, it seems like this is a good spot for a camera. It checks both the site and the room next to the moving doors.”

“Okay, but what about here? Astra said there are secret passages to other sites, and we don't have a view to the enemy entrance.”

“Nah, girl, we can have this covered up from here.” His finger hovers over the stairs to your landing area, right next to site A, “That way, if they push site, we can see it from way before. It gives us a cross too, with the other camera.”

There was no fault to his proposition. Considering the pros and cons, you decide what Gekko suggested might work, even for future reference if the enemy doesn't find the placements.

You keep conversing with Gekko the rest of the flight to polish the last details. He throws a joke here and there to lighten up the mood, trying to ease your tensions and make you smile.

“Everything will go according to plan, no te preocupes, yeah?” You nod, breathing out a long sigh.

“Is okay, let's get this over with.”

Is not until you land you notice Yoru has long since been gone. Not knowing when he left, you assume is his own way to prepare himself before a mission; being this the first one together.

Deploying the boxes with cameras onto the landing site proves to be difficult, feeling them slightly heavier than you thought. Omen helps you out with the remaining boxes while Gekko tries to wake Raze up.

Looking around, you don't see the Japanese man with you on the landing, “Have you seen Yoru?”

“No.” The wraith replies, “He usually leaves, is not something you should worry over.”

“Are you sure?”

An arm is thrown over your shoulders, startling you and making you yelp in surprise. When you turn around to punch whoever this is, your fist is caught on Yoru's strong hold, startling you even more.

“What the-?”

Yoru smirks, letting your hand go.

“What? Missed me that much, huh?” The teasing in his tone goes right over your head, too relieved to have him back or else, your plan wouldn't work out.

“Honestly? Yeah, where were you?"

Caught off guard, Yoru backs off, covering his face and walks away to avoid being seen flustered.

“Don't go too far!” You yell.

“Shut up!” He replies.

Omen watches the scene play out in silence, weirded out by Yoru's actions and how unfazed you are by his antics.

Anyway, this is not his place to say anything.

Gekko and Raze join a little later, eager to the bones to start exploring the new place. Yoru stays on the sidelines, close enough to listen to whatever you had to say alongside Omen.

“I've sent a copy of the rough map to each of your devices, so you can navigate easily.” You begin, catching everyone's attention. “It also has pointers for the camera's placements. Check if the sites have high ceilings or not, it will play in our favor if they have so we can hide them better from sight.”

Raze enthusiasm shone through, “Kay' chief! Where do you want us!”

“I'd like to have Omen and Yoru go to site C, Raze and Gekko will take B.” Checking the map once again, you continue, “I'll check A in the meantime, since it is the biggest site so far, I'll be polishing the original map so we can have a more accurate view of the whole place. Once you're done setting the cameras please join me and then we can go over B and later on C.”

“You sure gonna be okay alone?” Gekko asks, a frown visible on his features. Yoru scoff at that.

“Are you really not trusting the one in charge now?”

“Ah, no, no! I didn't mean it like that, I was worried, that's all!”

Taking the first box, you cut off their argument, “I'll be fine. The sooner you finish, the faster I can do my work. If anything happens, communicate it.”

Finishing the roughs of site A was easy. The opening doors had an old mechanic to it you couldn't understand quite easily, since the technology behind it wasn't human made. You will have to ask Astra about it when you get back.

The secret passage ends up being a breakable door right through site B, which makes things complicated to map out since it wasn't in the original map to begin with. Gekko head pops out of link A, startled to see you there but relieved you were okay.

“We're almost done here, we will join you in a bit!” he says, grinning. Sharing a small smile, you nod.

Setting things up wasn't as difficult as you thought, since the cameras Cypher lended were like magnets to surfaces. He gave a pair of special gloves to be able to retrieve the camera easily, since it attaches to surfaces easily, there might be miscalculations when placing them.

Really thoughtful of him.

“We've finished with C.” Omen's voice could be heard through the ear pieces. “Yoru has gone off somewhere, but I'll join you in a bit.”

“Okay. Gekko and Raze are coming in a bit, too.”

Happy with the outcome of the first site, you wait patiently until Gekko arrives with Omen and Raze. The four of you meet up at the stairs, ready to march off to B.

But before you could say a thing, the ear piece buzzed in, listening to rapid fires of gunshots through.

“They are here! Rushing towards C site, four of them!” Yoru's voice sounds in panic, out of breath, too. “I'll rift up at our landing, they are coming fast, one of them is missing!”

Omen and Raze are the first ones to run, taking their guns out, the ear piece buzzes out with Raze's voice coming in,“I'll try to slow them down with my grenades, try to look for the little rat, they might be wrapping us right now!”

Taking your gun out, you signal Gekko to go B. “Let's wrap up through A and B, see if we can find their flank, then join through their landsite to flank them.”

He nods, and off you go.

Checking the corners at this part of the map is hard, leaving you weakened and open to any attack from different angles. Clutching your vandal tighter, you hold your breath before turning the last corner, facing a Jett holding an operator right at you.

She doesn't last long, dropping dead the moments she fires and missing her shot by little centimeters, the bullet gracing your right arm.

Gekko pops out of B link, panic in his eyes and roaming your body for any sign of injuries. Closing the distance, his hands reach for your face, caressing your cheeks with tenderness and trembling hands.

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” he asks.

Something in your chest tightness at his expression, wanting to lean in and get ahold of his full attention. But time was running out, and Raze and Omen were in danger.

“I'm okay, let's go.”

Running to catch up to your team, you both swing C link, ready to fire if necessary. But no one was on sight. The gunshots could be heard close enough, though.

“We've dealt with the flank, we are wrapping from their site.”

“They planted the bomb, two are left on site but Raze is injured, so am I.” Omen grunts in pain. “I can smoke off waterfall and make noise to distract them. Yoru is here, too.”

Yoru voice cuts in, “I'll throw a flash when you near the entrance, we three are in waterfall right now. Hurry the fuck up.”

Gekko reloads his gun and takes Wingman out, ready for the plan in action.

“Shadows travelling.”

“Flashing!”

“Go wingman!”

You swing, spotting Viper hiding behind piled boxes as soon as she sees you two. She doesn't get blinded by Yoru’s flash, but you've seen enough to know bullets will be able to penetrate the wood.

The spike starts to get defused, and you immediately start shooting straight at the box, hearing her yell in pain until she drops dead as well.

Entering the site, you ready your gun while Wingman keeps defusing. Omen had said there were two, one of them already dead, and since they are on waterfall the only place left is either on site or C.T.

A Breach pops out of a pillar when you stand next to wingman, shooting with a judge and injuring your legs. With a quick flick, you headshot him, just in time for wingman to finish with the defuse.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turn to see the smoke go off, watching Raze lean on a wall with slight blood seeping out of her head, and Omen right next to her with Yoru in the far back. She gives a thumbs up, grinning widely.

When you turn to look at C.T., the smoke left vanishes, and you are faced with Sage, holding an Operator aiming right at your head.

Everything after that goes in a blur.

There is one bullet being shot, a grenade going off and burning in your feet. The side of your arm burns like hell, yelling and feeling your throat torn with pain. Your head is hit with debris you don't know where it comes from, disorienting you heavily, and one of the bricks falls right in your leg, breaking it at the instant. The pain almost makes you faint-

Someone is carrying your limp body while you regain consciousness, many voices muffled in the background arguing you don't have the energy to shut them.

Was everything okay? Was anyone injured? Guilt would eat you alive if anyone in your team was heavily hurt, being under your care and command.

The devastated look on Gekko's face should have told you enough, not being able to be the one to save you on the close call nor the one to carry you to safety. Raze was not far behind, apologizing loudly because it was partly her fault her grenades detonated the delicate roof of the site and Gekko's molly didn't let you get off on time.

Yoru's expression could be shorten to the definition of pissed as fuck. Angry lines forming between his eyebrows and mouth set on a straight line.

His eyes soften when he looks at you, eyes roaming your injuries with worry plastered on his expression. Being completely out of your mind, you raise your good hand to smooth the frown between his eyebrows.

“Gonna get wrinkles like that.” you whisper. Yoru doesn't say anything.

While you still won, it didn't feel satisfactory as a victory.

Omen has been the one to call Brimstone to return to the base, the jet landing carefully and rising dust into the air for the agents to leave.

You cough loudly breathing in the dust, whimpering at the strike of pain coursing through your body and tightening your grip on Yoru's neck. The rift walker mutters something in his language, and carefully presses you against his body to protect you from the wind.

Once inside the jet, everyone is able to breathe a sigh of relief, except for you. Still in critical condition, Yoru reaches a compartment room to deposit you on a bed, and starts rummaging through the cabinets for something to treat you.

The image reminds you of the day you encountered him in the kitchen, all jittery and anxious for a package you never knew what it contained; though this time, he looks in distress and panic.

With a few antiseptics and bandages, he thinks it will have to do.

Yoru carefully wrap the bandages around your arm after cleaning the wound, minding the few burns on the upper side of your shoulder that you suppose will be treated by Sage when you arrive at the protocol.

There was nothing else he could do with your broken leg, so he stands there, cleaning with a wet rag your bloody face to at least keep you fresh and clean for the antiseptic.

“You okay in there?” he asks softly, hand hovering over your face but backing up with second thoughts.

“Hurt.” is all you can reply. Yoru's mouth tightens. “Gonna be fine.”

His hand is freezing when he squeezes yours, a mix of feelings swim in his eyes that you understand enough to recognize the fear and worry he radiates. Despite his cold exterior, Yoru has always been a person who cares for his comrades in his own way.

Something tells you this soft side was reserved to you, something to do with a crush he has on you…whatever that meant. Reyna had never dived deep in that topic, and you don't understand most of the words she uses; but from what you understood, Yoru cares and that's all that matters.

“Go check on the others, I'll be okay.” Yoru refuses to leave your side, stubborn enough you need to nudge him with your good arm. “I'm going to rest, you should too, it's a long way home.”

Sighing in defeat, he nods, walking towards the exit, but pausing at the door frame to look back at you. It seems he wants to say something, too troubled to let the words come out.

He ends up leaving.

It takes a couple of hours to arrive at the base, and in between the hours, you would drift into sleeping or bearing the pain of the broken limb and burn marks on your body.

You chant in your head: As soon as Sage treats me, this will go away. It keeps you grounded, too, so you won't faint while sleeping.

Raze has come to check on you often, apologizing when seeing your weakened form on the bed. You try telling her it is fine, that it was her job to ensure the enemy wouldn't escape, but she has none of it. She is so adamant into owning her mistakes she promises to be better, to get better.

Omen has also come in once to check if you were still alive, to which earned a glare from Yoru. Aside from your comrade’s worrisome state, Omen appears to be calm, checking in your injuries without disturbing you too much.

“Would be upsetting to lose such a valuable comrade.” he comments, patting your head softly. You smile.

The rest of the way to the protocol is spent with you sleeping soundlessly.

Gekko never shows up.

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You are shaken awake by a sudden gurgling noise filling the silent room. When you open your eyes, you are immediately met with Wingman’s worried eyes. His usual round and bright eyes are turned downwards, and his gurgling sounds distressed, shaking your shoulder to gain your attention.

Blinking through your tiredness, you smile at the little fella. Raising your good arm, you bring Wingman closer to your sore body, melting into the warmth he radiates. Wingman gurgles something in its language, accepting the hug and reciprocating the affection.

It has been many days since you’ve been confined in this room until you heal completely. Sage fixed most of the injuries you’ve sported when arriving, but that has not been enough to get rid of the sore muscles and few stitches on your body.

The door to your room gets opened quietly and a green head pokes in, afraid of being heard or seen? You don't know. For when Gekko notices you are awake, he freezes on the spot.

It takes a couple of seconds for him to regain his composure, clearing his throat and closing the door behind him.

“I didn’t mean for him to run away, perdón.” Taking his little friend, he manages to calm him down before approaching you.

Gekko’s expression screams guilt, a frown apparent between his eyebrows, and you wonder why he’s feeling that way. The only possible answer that comes to mind is what happened at Lotus, but you don’t blame it on him, on the contrary, he wanted to make sure the enemy wouldn't be able to escape. It was just your bad luck you were in the crossfire when everything happened.

“Is okay, Wingman was keeping me company.”

“Oh, of course.”

Tiredness tugs at your eyelids, struggling to keep awake with the many medications on your system. Feeling bad for wanting to sleep, you think of a way to tell Gekko you want to rest.

“I think I’ll try to sleep a little more.” You decide to be direct. “Being under so many pills weakened me greatly, and sometimes, makes me very sleepy.¨

Gekko nods, taking Wingman in his hands and retrieving them onto his bag. When you question him the why, he just answers he wants to make sure your rest is undisturbed.

“How considerate, thank you.”

It takes a while, but finally, sleep settles in.

When your breathing gets even, Gekko knows for sure you’ve fallen asleep.

The silence is enough to keep him anxious, many thoughts rushing in while observing the bandages on your body.

If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. And if only he'd been quicker, he would have gotten to you before Yoru did. And while he’s thankful enough the rift walker took care of you when you arrived at the protocol, he can’t help the jealousy that was born from those interactions.

Love is familiar to him, is easy to understand and easier to spot on others when they’re wearing their feelings in plain sight. The way Yoru held you, how he looks at you and how fondly, despite him not noticing, he talks about you is enough to tell the man is infatuated. And who couldn’t, honestly.

His eyes roam your face, taking in every detail while you sleep comfortably. It eases his mind that you're resting and are healthy enough to leave the medical room soon enough, it eases his mind you’re gonna be training with him, spending time with his friends and himself, and it eases his heart to know you don’t feel the same for the rift walker.

There is no guarantee you feel anything towards him either, but he can always start ahead, properly court you, and see if something blooms from there.

Right?

Reyna made a warning before he set off to Lotus: To be brave and take what he wants with greed. Life is too short to live with insecurities, many opportunities wasted and words not being said.

Was she referring to this? About him being in love?

He doesn't want to lose you to another, he really wants you to himself.

Should he…?

Gulping down his insecurities, he decides then.

Anxiousness and embarrassment washes over him when he leans over, his hand caressing your cheek and looking at your sleepy face with an enamored expression. At the first touch of your lips, he trembles, gasping into the kiss. The feeling is cold, but soft, deciding to press into it and enjoy the moment as long as it lasts.

His heart is racing, he can hear his own beating reverberating inside his head and warmth fills his face, a blush spreading through his cheekbones when he moves his lips slowly against yours.

There is a moment of consideration when Gekko feels your lips move, too, but too deep into the feeling, he doesn’t mind it. He’s enjoying himself, he’s enjoying your taste, and if he makes the kiss a little rougher, he blames it on his enthusiasm.

But when a hand lands on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss he’s so thoroughly drowned in, Gekko jumps surprised, backing up until he hits the floor with a loud shout.

Before him you lay, eyes wide open and mouth parted. Your cheeks were flushed with a beautiful soft shade darker than your skin, a hand hovering over your lips and he’s never felt more mortified about his actions until now.

His mother once said to always think before acting, because then the damages he makes will be irreversible if they weren’t thought with care. And now he understands he should have heard his mom’s advice.

“I-I’m, I didn’t! I’m so sorry!” he scrambles to his feet, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. “I- I should’ve asked first, I’m so sorry, I-”

Smiling to yourself, you stop him from his stuttering and furthering his embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.”

When he finally makes eye contact, you offer him a seat next to you on bed, scooting over so he could fit easily. Gekko hesitates, which is surprising given to what just transpired a few moments ago; but gives in when you reassure him everything is okay.

“Reyna told me you had a crush on me.” You confess when he lays next to you, shoulder to shoulder. Gekko chokes up, blushing spreading rapidly over his cheeks at being this exposed. “I never understood that concept: to have a crush on someone. I always believed it to be some sort of threat, you know, as when you dare someone in a face to face battle.”

Gekko hums at that.

Grinning slightly, you keep going, “I think you took that face to face battle literally, huh.”

“Por favor, ya para…” he whines, covering his face with his hands.

“I didn’t mind the kiss, Gekko, I mind you never said anything.”

Breathing in, Gekko peaks at you between his fingers, pouting slightly. “I was afraid of being rejected, Reyna told me I should just go for it but…No sé, nunca, um, you’ve never shown interest in me.”

Silence fell over you two, with you pondering what he just said and the other dying from nervousness. If you reject him, he has to live with the fact he at least got to kiss you and got to enjoy the moment. Though seeing you walk away with someone else might break him, he’s got to respect your choices.

But it would be better if you walk away with that someone being him.

“Being in love, or having a crush, is something that never crossed my mind.” Which is true. Too busy with the valorant protocol and the many things going on, love was not a priority. “But I like you enough to at least give it a try, if that’s something you want.”

Is it something he wants? Yes, definitely, even more if it’s with you.

Gekko doesn’t know how long he’s been pinning after you, watching from afar and always trying to flirt his way so you could notice him. He feels like the main guy trying to fight for the attention of his lover just like his mother's telenovelas.

Is funny, though, how far his actions have taken him. Gekko is bold, but never has been this bold in his life to the point to act on his desires without regard to the consequences.

“Gekko?” you ask, worry crossing your features. He hasn’t said a thing for a while.

“Call me Mateo, amor.” he says. Surprised, you nod. “ Mateo will do just fine, yeah?”

“Mateo…hm, I like that name.”

Feeling cheesy, he leans on and presses a little kiss in the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, like that.” Seeing your smile brings such happiness to his heart, making him giddy for the outcome of the situation. Laughing brightly, he smooches every inch of skin near him; from your eyelids to your cheeks and chin, you giggle at that, unable to escape from his touch and affection.

“Se mía.” he asks, lips hovering over yours. The positions have changed slightly, now being under him which gives him the confidence to push into you without harming you. “Please, I’ll be yours, so be mine, too.”

Caressing his face, you nod, drowning into his hazel eyes just like the first time. He looks just as beautiful, enticing and gorgeous, tempting you into leaning up and stealing a quick peck from his lips.

Laughing, Mateo meets you half-way through the next kiss, melting into each other with an unrestrained passion that has you sighing into his mouth. He swallows every single sound coming from you, deepening the kiss till the point it bruises, but neither of you care, too busy mapping out every corner of your mouths. The sliding of his lips against yours is addictive, too greedy for more, your hands travel from his face to his neck and down his back, clutching onto his sweater for leverage.

Finally giving each other time to breathe in, Gekko buries his face in the crook of your neck, softly biting and nibbling on the skin. You sigh in pleasure at one specific bite from him, and Gekko wants to hear more of it.

Though, when he realizes the position you’re in and where you’re located, he needs to refrain from going further before anyone walks in. [And if he’s honest, he wouldn’t mind if Yoru were the person to walk in now.] Making a little space between you two, he lays his head above your heart, the rapid beating soothing him and making him giddy he is the reason you’re this agitated.

“What 's wrong?” you ask, hand resting at the top of his head and scratching the scalp. Mateo sighs at that.

“I’d rather wait until you’re fully healed before doing…um, anything else.”

Blinking through the haze after the make-out, you wonder, “Have sex?”

“Don’t say it outloud! It’s embarrassing!”

You hum, your hand never stops moving. Mateo blushes and pouts at you, and the only thing in mind is how you wanna kiss him more.

“Kiss me?” and that’s exactly what you ask.

He gulps and nods, leaning on his right arm to reach your lips again and kiss you. You smile through your locked lips, and Mateo’s heart races even faster when your hand hovers above his jeans on his lower back.

Gekko is sure if you keep this up, he will give no shits to whoever walks-in to whatever happens next.

You're addictive, you're sweet, every touch from you sets him on fire.

But most importantly, you're his.

#valorant fanfiction #gekko x reader #gekko/reader #gekko fluff #seneitut writes #yoru x reader #hopefully is good skkxnsbx

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French Onion Soup: A Look Into Single Ingredient* Kitchen Witch Spells

*There are actually eight ingredients in my recipe, but I am only using one (onions) for the purpose of my witching

Last weekend, when my partner announced they were taking the short ribs out of the freezer to dethaw, I knew my dark moon banishment had been decided for me: it was time to make my yearly batch of French Onion Soup. I always make this soup with a combination of the au jus from the short ribs and broth made from the leftover bones; it is part of our goal to use as much of the animal as we can. But French onion soup does more than fill our bellies: it fills the entire house with the essence of onions.

This, as a kitchen witch, I can USE.

Some background on what I call Single Ingredient Kitchen Witch Spells

One of the things that I have found when pursuing Kitchen Witch spells is that the writers often try to attribute a magical intention to every ingredient they put into their food. Although this is well intended, if one is actually enchanting their meals (rather than just "asking" the ingredients to impart some magic - which is valid), it becomes - in my opinion - very energy-intensive and cumbersome. That's not what I am all about when I'm witching in the kitchen.

My idea of a good kitchen witch spell is one where you spend a hot minute cooking your food (stirring and returning to your meal is a LOT of where I impart magic into food) but where the actual magic is fairly simple. In this way, I am drawn to a spell where one type of magical intention is highlighted by using only one ingredient or a (small) combination of ingredients that all work towards a common goal.

I find this approach easier for witches who are to kitchen magic and low-energy witches like me. This doesn't mean that you need to stick to very simple recipe to enchant kitchen magic, instead, we are focusing on one or a handful of ingredients for the material of our spellwork. Sometimes flavoring (everything else) can just be flavoring.

I will point out here that by my thinking, whatever primary ingredient you are enchanting for your kitchen magic SHOULD be a primary ingredient/flavor in the dish that you are making. While a pinch of salt can and will cleanse, I wouldn't call your dish a cleansing spell just because you added a pinch of salt. In this way, this type of magic works best with ingredient-forward dishes like pesto (basil), pies (fruit), or - in this case - French Onion Soup which calls for multiple cups of Sweet Onion.

The Magic of Onion

In my opinion as a witch and amateur herbalist, the magic of onion lies in its organosulfur compounds. It is unmistakable if you have ever cut or eaten an onion (or other members of the allium family) that they carry a distinctive smell and taste of sulfur. Sulfur, also known as brimstone, has long been associated with banishment or dispelling magics of all kinds.

Notably, here this association carries over to onion both in the metaphysical realm where it is believed to banish or keep away evil and ill will, but also in its physical properties as onion is antiseptic and antibacterial. Perhaps, in this way, we can imagine that onion chases away the bad by removing it from our bodies.

That's something that I can get behind.

French Onion Soup: a Banishment for the Body and the Home

If the magic of onions is found in its organosulfur compounds (as I believe), this is activated thrice in the making of French onion soup.

Firstly, when you cut the onions. Secondly, when you caramelize the onions (fumigating your home), and thirdly when you eat the onions. We've been talking a lot lately about the magic of the number 3 - a number that can naturally increase or decrease depending on how it is used. This a decreasing 3-spell, and could be used as an adjunct to a more traditional decreasing spell. For example, I might start a banishment or decreasing candle spell and then make and eat the soup while the spell was burning.

Note here that I think that the PRIMARY banishment stage comes during the caramelization process, this is where I focus the energy of my banishment.

You will need:

6 cups thin sliced Sweet Onions

8 cups beef broth, homemade preferred, but boxed is okay

A small bundle of Thyme, fresh preferred

1/2 Stick of Butter or comparable oil substitute (EVOO)

1/2 cup dry wine, optional

Baguette or other crusty bread, sliced into 1/2-inch pieces

Gruyere cheese, grated

Salt and Pepper to taste

Prepare your kitchen Do this in any way you prefer before starting a kitchen witch spell. I like to have a hearth candle that I light when doing kitchen magic to help create the proper mood.

Thin Slice Your Onions We want the onions in the soup to have a thin ribbon-like texture. It helps with caramelization to have all your onion slices be the same size, but this may not be possible if you start with very differently-sized onions. This is your chance to connect with the spirit or powers of the onion. Very quickly, you will begin to physically experience the effects of onion's sulfuric nature as the syn-propanethial-S-oxide gas released by cutting the onions mixes with the water content in our eyes, creating sulfuric acid. This is part of the banishment properties of onion; although it might not be pleasant, thank the onion for doing what it is doing. Depending on your magical traditions, you may choose to interact with onion in any manner of ways. Remember here that this is the first of three banishment steps in this process - whoever cuts the onions will get the direct and most focused banishment of the entire spell. If the intended recipient of the spell is you, cut the onions yourself. If it is someone else, consider asking them to cut the onions for you. I wanted to work this spell for both myself and my partner, and I knew that they would still be out of the house when I caramelized the onions, so I asked them to cut the onion for me. You can choose to talk to the onions, pray over the onion, carve sigils into them before you cut them, or do anything that feels appropriate to your path during this time. This step will take a while, especially if you need to take breaks to cry your eyes out over onions. This can be done up to a day ahead of time - store your cut onions in the fridge until you are ready to use them.

Camarmelize Your Onions I thought about giving you the basics on caramelizing onions here, but this is a kitchen witch blog. I assume you have some proficiency in the kitchen if you are attempting a spell like this. Besides, the process of doing this will change drastically depending on how wet your onions are, the general humidity, and how your stove manages heat. The butter, onions, thyme, and salt go into the pot in this step. Start on medium heat and adjust up or down as you need to so that your onions cook until they are golden brown. Expect this to take at least an hour, and be happy if it takes less. The secret to caramelizing onions is that you need to consistently stir the pot so they do not stick to the bottom and burn. This is where I put the majority of my magic into this spell - each time that I return to the pot, I draw a banishing sigil over my onions. I also stir in the anti-clockwise direction of removal. You should adapt this to how you perform kitchen magic, of course. I will note here that my apartment has a relatively open floor plan and I intentionally do not turn on the kitchen fans so that the oniony goodness vents into my house, not out of it. This is the step that I use to banish unwanted energy from my physical space - I speak words over the steam rising from my onions and ask it to assist me in this process. If I lived in a place with a less open floor plan, I would open any doors and windows needed to get the steam/smell into as many parts of the place as I could. If you just want to focus on your physical body, you can skip this step but I find that if my energy has gotten off enough to require a banishment, my place needs cleansing, too.

Heat Your Broth You want your broth to be at a similar temperature to your onions. This doesn't need to get done at the beginning of your caramelization process as you might evaporate more than necessary, but you will want your broth up to temperature by the time your onions are at their desired doneness.

Construct the Soup When the onions are ready, deglaze the pot with wine or beef broth. Scrape the bottle to reincorporate any stuck residue back into your base. Add 1/2 cup of flour and mix to form a weak roux. Slowly add beef broth by the ladle full into the base, stirring as you go. Cook on a simmer for 10 minutes. This is the time for any last intention setting,. You can adjust for salt and add pepper as a final pop of banishing if you are so inclined.

Serve and Eat All of our magic has already been accomplished, so now it is time to plate (bowl?) our meal. French Onion Soup is traditionally served in individual ramekins with a slice of bread and melted Gruyere on top. This is accomplished by putting the soup into the ramekins, topping with the bread and cheese, and then popping those suckers under the broiler. I don't do this. I just grill the bread and top with thinly grated cheese. There isn't enough difference here to wait the extra few minutes after I've already been standing over the stove for an hour. You can say a few words over your meal if that's you thing, but you don't need to here. The rest of the magic will be fueled by your own digestive system. It is done French onion soup keeps for a couple of days in the fridge and freezes nicely so long as you omit the bread and cheese.

If I could choose one thing for you to take away from this writing, it is that kitchen witchery does not have to be complicated. You don't need to know the magical associations for every ingredient you put into your meal. You only need to know one and use it well.

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rottenrascalart · 23 days

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Blazing Magma was designed to be intimidating, being one of many gladiators of city he resided in. He was never loyal to an iterator, but now that the ancients are gone often relies on Smoldering Brimstone for resources for energy generation. In return, similar to artificer, he protects against curious creatures picking apart their superstructure and killing the inspectors and neuronflies within.

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shesjustanothergeek · 3 months

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Thirty-Two

Masterlist of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author’s Note: 8.6k words, and here we are! Sorry for leaving you on that cliffhanger. xD This chapter is extra long because our dear reader’s life hangs in the balance. Will she survive? Who knows? (I do) You’ll have to find out! Thank you so much for reading! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Chapter Warnings: brief discussions of assault, Aegon losing his marbles, pseudoscience (watch me act like I know anything about medical stuff.)

The beaches of Dragonstone were home to you. The brimstone wafting into your nose and the salt clinging to your skin felt pacifying, like finally engulfing you into your bed sheets after a particularly irritating day. Digging your heels into the sand and furrowing your thick brows, you concentrated as your father spoke.

"When you are at your lowest, stand back up, and spit in the face of your enemy. They will not take pity when they see your weakness. They will kill you. Do not let them get the chance."

You strode towards him with unwavering confidence, a surge of excitement coursing through your body. Without a hint of hesitation, you tightened your grip on the practice sword as he charged towards you. With ease, you deftly parried his blow. You could have easily overwhelmed him with the sheer force of your attacks, but you held back, not wanting to expend too much energy too soon. Then, you remembered a tactic your father had taught you just the day before and decided to put it into practice. It was a bold move, but you were fearless.

Despite having yet to master the finesse of a pressure glide, you executed it precisely, causing your blade to slide across his with a high-pitched screech.

Daemon took two steps back, surprised that you still had the energy to make a move. He smirked at your ambition, seeing a bit of himself in you. He thrust his blade forward to an undefended side, but you narrowly avoided it by dodging, the blade narrowly missing the metal of your breastplate by a hair's breadth.

Your father was unrelenting in his exercises, slicing, parrying, slashing, and countering every action you took until sweat dripped onto your brow and neck. This was the ritual—a song and dance that your father was the master of and you, the student. Risks were meant to be taken in training, leaps of blind faith, hoping whichever move you decided would be your opponent's last. The uncertainty made victory all the more sweet.

Daemon was on the attack, aggressively charging forward each time you advanced. Any moment you got the upper hand, he would effectively charge beat and break your stance into something new. You pulled out every defensive measure you could recall: avoidance, beat parry, counter parry, ducking, anything you could think of. You were exhausted from the prior hours of stamina and strength training, still feeling the heavy bags of sand on your shoulders.

Soon, your shields began to crumble. Your arms trembled with exertion, sweat stinging your eyes, as Daemon pressed your sword and opened you for a line of attack. He swung his blade into your left side, the force of it punching the wind from your lungs as you attempted to right yourself in the sand. Your father took your unguarded body to his advantage as he raised his arm, bringing the pommel of his practice sword onto your temple with an ear-ringing thud.

***

The prince found himself pacing in his rooms while waiting for your return. Aegon wanted to give you the time and distance he believed you desired, but guilt still weighed on his soul like a shroud, his last moments with you replaying in his mind's eye. He fretted to the bottom of his cup and repeated the act until his pitcher of Arbor Red was empty.

The servants readied him for bed, sponging the areas where sweat accumulated throughout the day, and even then, his sanity did not ease. Aegon had not slept alone since before he could recollect; wherever he rested was occupied with a whore, and now you. It felt empty without a body. Cold on an even colder winter night as he curled into himself.

Anxiety kept him wakeful as the candles across the Red Keep were snuffed, servants finishing their late-night tasks without the disturbance of the Court. Aegon wished you would come to him eventually, that he would rouse to you, sliding underneath his luxurious woolen sheets and wrapping your arms around him, falling asleep in your soothing embrace. But he did not.

It was the hour of the wolf, and you still did not venture into his chambers.

The idea that you willingly chose isolation crossed his mind more than once, discouraging him to near tears. You may have desired seclusion, but he did not, so he departed his rooms, exiting through the passage he used many times at this hour, save there was no wish for fulfillment this time. He only wanted to know if you were all right. He would sleep on the floor if you did not want his presence in bed. He would move across the room if you did not want him so near.

Aegon would take whatever you gave, even if they were mere crumbs.

The prince finally arrived at your quarters and unlocked the painting behind which he had hidden. As he entered, his violet eyes immediately went to your bed but found no sleeping lump under the blankets. The candles had burnt down to the wick, adding to his confusion. His countenance showed a pout as he continued walking further into the room.

Perhaps you were in the Godswood? It was not uncommon to uncover you nestled within the roots of the Heart Tree, head resting against the blanched bark. But it was much too cold for that. Frost dusted the windows and sparkled on the grass. If you were out there, you would undoubtedly catch your death.

As he got closer, he noticed two glasses and a flagon of wine on your dining table and was taken aback. He couldn't help but wonder who you were sharing a drink with. Suddenly, he stumbled over an object and nearly lost his balance. Seeing a boot carelessly discarded on the ground irritated him, and he couldn't help but wonder where the other one was. It was highly unusual to see your belongings scattered about like this, especially given your maids' reputation for being so diligent.

Blood drained from the prince's face at what he saw mere steps away from your carelessly jettisoned boot. At first, it was your stockings, wrinkled and tossed aside with your small clothes, a sinking feeling in his gut. Then, your foot, blanched and lethargic, your legs barren of any coverings, and a puddle of liquid glistening around you on the stone floor.

His heart plunged, terror rising in its place as he rushed over to you, a pile of vomit and red saliva next to your crown. Aegon did not know what to do, panic and illogical thinking racing in his mind as he gathered your listless frame in his arms. He brushed the black strands of hair stuck to the dried cruor on your cheeks, roaring a feral howl of agony.

This couldn't be. This couldn't be. You were dead. You were dead, he shrieked.

No guard came rushing in to answer his cries, his sobs of injustice as he brought your forehead to his. Aegon never felt so helpless, so worthless, as he held you in his arms. The one he loved, the only person who loved him, now lifeless.

Was this divine punishment? Had his sins against the Seven finally caught up to him in the form of a dead loved one? It was what he deserved, yes, but not you. You were innocent and good. You cared for others even when they did not merit it. You instructed him to be a better man, husband, brother, and father. It should be Aegon who lay with a gaunt, emotionless expression, eyes shut to the world around him.

But then, he felt it. It was but a feather caress of your breath on his cheek. Weak, a whisper against his skin, but still there, Aegon released his hold and placed you carefully on the floor, your head lulling loosely to the side. It was as if the Heavens opened up, an angel taking pity on the poor leech and answering his silent prayers.

The prince ran faster than ever into the Keep halls, screaming for help—for someone, whether a servant or a lord, to hear his cries and save his beloved.

A guard rounded the corner, responding to his pleas, the footsteps of several others following distantly behind as Aegon babbled nonsensically to save his love's life. He did not care if they thought him mad. You were dying, clinging onto the string of life with barely a finger.

The knight quickly ran to Maester Orwyle first, alerting the slumbering man that a royal family member lay barely respiring on their chamber floor. Then, to the Lord Commander of The Kingsguard, Ser Harrold, as they hastily went to the Tower of the Hand.

They awoke Lord Hightower, who begrudgingly answered the door, aghast at the news, mind already reeling at the future. He hurriedly dressed himself into his day clothes, not overlooking to place the pin of the Hand on his left breast. Otto was genuinely alarmed at the notion that someone attempted to murder the princess, not because he worried for your safety but what the threat to your life would bring.

Rhaenyra's wrath was not a care; it was Daemon's. You were Lady Flea Bottom, yet he treated you as the favorite. Any lord or lady would learn that fact simply from how he looked at you. What gnawed at the back of his senses as he went to his daughter's room was what would happen should your father find out.

Otto Hightower was sure he would be dismissed from his position as the King's hand. Despite having carefully planned and strategized for decades, everything he had worked for would be in vain due to the death of a bastard. However, as a proud and stubborn man, Otto would not let this obstacle ruin his plans.

The Queen followed her father to your chambers, her nightgown replaced with an elegant emerald green and gold dress. Alicent nipped her fingers as she tasted the metallic tang of her essence, but she did not stop.

“We must keep this within these walls," Otto declared, his pace brisk as he gestured to Ser Harrold.

The Lord Commander abruptly broke out of his distressed musings. His forehead creased with anxiety as he glared at the Hand. "My Lord," he objected firmly, "the King and his family have an absolute right to know what has transpired here. It is my duty, and I have solemnly sworn an oath."

"You have a duty to follow the word of the King. When he is not present, you will obey my commands," Otto stated firmly, dismissing any notion of objection to his plan.

"I, too, am afraid of what will become of my husband's health should he learn of the news. The girl's father will surely complicate more things should he arrive," the Queen interjected, simmering the knight's dissent.

Truthfully, Alicent wilted at what Daemon might do to Otto once he arrived. He already had much disdain for him and was frightened at the thought that he might sentence her father to death. The Queen could recall the stories of the Rogue Prince in the Stepstones, the bloodstained, traitorous acts he committed, wearing their bones as a crown. She would not give him the benefit of the doubt. And Rhaenyra, her friend from long ago, the woman who ordered Alicent's son to be sharply questioned after her child stole his eye, would allow her uncle to do as he saw fit.

The Hand, his daughter, and the Commander of the Kingsguard entered the hall to your quarters, seeing a small gathering of servants spying on the scene. Ser Harrold ordered them away and to keep their mouth shut before anyone could instruct him to, threatening that their pay would be cut and that they would spend a sennight in the Black Cells should they refuse to listen.

The three of them pushed their way past the guards that surrounded a wailing Prince Aegon, screaming and weeping with you in his arms as the Maester attempted to examine you.

Alicent released a gasp of horror, her father groaned in disgust, and Ser Harrold muttered a 'Gods be good' under his breath. Your body was inanimate in Aegon's embrace, a mix of vomit and blood in your hair and flesh, his lips pressing into your temple as your arms hung limply at your sides.

To all others, you appeared to be dead, and the Queen wondered for a moment if her son had gone frantic with grief and convinced himself of your consciousness. Still, Maester Orwyle nodded, assuring everyone around him that you were alive, although barely.

"Her drink was spiked with poison," Aegon declared, his words thick with anguish. Orwyle glimpsed at him, perplexed about how he could be so confident, keeping steady fingers on your pulse point. "The table! The wine!" he stammered, pointing at them in distress.

Everyone turned in time to see what he said, two goblets filled with the princess's favorite Essosi wine resting on the oak table. The Maester quickly went to both drinks, observing and smelling each one to see if it could give him any indication as to what could be afflicting you. The second one he sniffed appeared as normal as the other, but the faint stench of nose urine, one people knew well in the castle, slightly wafted from it. Orwyle deeply sighed as he turned, a grim facade and gaze distraught as he spoke to the Hand.

"I fear there is nothing we can do but pray," he conveyed solemnly, Aegon's bleary vision directed to him. "At most, all I can do is give her charcoal to help absorb the poison, but I cannot guarantee the Princess will recover."

"Then fetch it!" the prince screeched at the Maester, his voice broken.

Orwyle stared at the Hand and the Queen, seeking permission from both, but each hesitated, glancing at one another as they weighed the outcomes in their mind.

"What is it?" Alicent finally questioned, her brown orbs never leaving the discarded shoes and small clothes on the floor.

"Poison Hemlock," Orwyle answered with a lowered head, "there is no antidote."

Aegon wept at the revelation, burying your face into his heart as his tears dampened the collar of his tunic. Otto's acquiescing nod was accompanied by a firm command to the Maester to fetch whatever was required to assist you. You needed to survive, as was also the Queen's wish. The Blacks would be at a significant disadvantage with one less dragon rider, but they understood Daemon would undoubtedly return with a vengeance regardless of the outcome.

It wounded Alicent to see Aegon so mournful, crying the same fat tears he did as a babe. She went to comfort him; after all, he was her son, but Aegon roughly shoved her away, bringing your listless figure closer to him.

"Stay away from her!" he sneered, lifting you in his arms and taking you to the bed. "This is your fault. You wanted her gone, and now you seem to have granted your wish."

Alicent's lips thinned, and she inhaled with muted disagreement as she ordered the rest of the guards and Ser Harrold out, swearing them to secrecy. "You know this is not what I wanted," she proclaimed, her voice pointed and somber. The consequences of this far outweigh any benefit."

Otto glanced at his daughter, a grey, golden brown eyebrow raised. He felt proud of Alicent for taking the initiative to eliminate you. However, he wished she had included him; perhaps this spectacle could have been avoided.

Aegon scoffed, reeling around to face his mother with heated regard. "You speak of her as if she is nothing but an object. You were the one who summoned her here!" he argued willfully. "To prevent the shame that I bring wherever I set foot! You are a wretched woman, mother."

A smack of skin-on-skin contact rang through your chambers, silencing everyone until they could only hear your inaudible, ragged breathing. Aegon touched his cheek where his mother struck him, noiseless outrage written on his face as he stared at her, seething.

He was used to this. This was the mother he knew, the woman who raised him with the rod to be who he was today.

"You continue to disappoint me even when there is nothing left." Alicent shook her head, her loose auburn curls swaying at her waist. "You are not the son I bore."

He had heard this line before, and it had previously caused his amethyst eyes to well with tears, but now, they only hardened him with a scathing acrimony.

"I am what you made me," he snarled, ordering Ser Harrold to enter the room as he dragged a cushioned chair to your bedside.

Alicent had no rebuttal, a rapid of insults and pleas all begging to be said aloud, but she could not move her quivering mouth. She crossed her arms as Maester Orwyle entered moments later, her chestnut orbs trained at her slippered feet. The Queen decided there was no more use in convincing Aegon of his mistakes. Her son was too far gone, sick with the illness of your inamorata. The Queen clenched her jaw, her plump lips pouting as she turned to leave, ignoring the condescending stare of her father.

Ser Criston was waiting for her when she left your chambers, striding alongside the Queen as she encircled her arms around her torso. Alicent knew who was behind this. She had seen this play out successfully before.

She did not desire Ser Harwin and his father to perish in a fire. She only wished for Rhaenyra to learn that she could not flaunt around the realm, siring bastards without consequence.

Alicent should have learned this would be the outcome. Larys was a vindictive and wicked man. His words were like an ill-made balm to a wound, soothing the compromised area only to wake the following morning with it infected and oozing with pus.

Alicent was fatigued of continuously being a piece on the board, the men in her life moving her as they pleased. The first man, her father, who was meant to care for and protect her from the world's vices, used his young daughter as a political pawn, placing her within the King's chambers under the guise of comfort. He only thought of furthering his lineage, unconcerned about how he affected those he used. Otto and Larys were the same—ambitious men who exploited others to their advantage.

As the Queen reached her door, nails picking at the dead skin of her lip, she turned to her sworn protector. They shared a long look of understanding, the Dornish man tilting his head and lowering his brown eyes. He left Alicent wordlessly, the only sound being the clank of his armor as he went to fetch the Master of Whispers.

Alicent refused to be an object wielded by men any longer. She would take her life within her own hands. In the end, she was all she had.

***

Aegon had migrated from beside your bed to in it, his arm draped across your weak frame, head resting in the crook of your neck. He would only leave your side to allow the Maester to tend to you. Orwyle stared at him blankly each time he saw the prince clinging to you but did not order him to move, for it was not his place.

Aegon assisted the maids when summoned, attached with tears in their sights. He washed the gore from your hair, blood, and saliva from your cheeks but chose to respect the older servant's request to leave the intimate areas for them. He went to protest, of course, but thought better of it, keeping the modesty of your relationship in mind. He chose the nightgown you dressed in, observing how the two women lifted your limp form, limbs moving like the ragdoll Jaehaera played with.

The younger maid gathered your feather pillows, her freckled face red with barely withheld tears as she propped them under you. The elder went to your dressing vanity, retrieving a silver brush and comb as she made her way over to your unconscious body.

Aegon oversaw her remove the pins hidden within your midnight hair, pulling the strands out of the ratted style until they hung loosely over your shoulders and onto the sheets. He realized then that he had rarely seen you with your hair free, having either styled it in tight braids that stuck to your head or pulled it partially up to keep it away from your face. Aegon wished you wore it like this more often. He couldn't help himself when he hooked an ink-like strand onto his digit, watching it drag like silk across his knuckle.

He motioned wordlessly to the older servant to give him the brush. The woman gazed skeptically but passed it nonetheless as Aegon moved behind you, resting his back against the mountain of pillows, raking the bristles through your snarled hair.

You were his little princess, though you loathed the name. He would ensure you were cared for till your last breath, and even then, he would still be at your side.

The two maids looked at Aegon with confusion, as if puzzle pieces were slowly falling into place in their minds. They finally understood why you were so arcane about the marks on your neck and bruises on your hips that Fiora and Jeyne noticed while bathing you. Although they knew you must have been involved with some lord or knight, they never suspected it would be a prince. It became clear to them why you had chosen to keep it a secret, even though you were so transparent about everything else.

Jeyne never liked Prince Aegon, especially after the drunken assault he committed on Dyana. She praised the Mother that the Queen walked in before he could fully traumatize the girl, and she was unsure if you would've continued your affairs if you had. Jeyne believed you made a terrible choice in lovers—first, Ser Dalton Greyjoy and now Prince Aegon. Prince Aemond, despite his hot temper and lack of forgiveness, would never defile a young girl. But as she and her companion observed Aegon gingerly brush the knots in your hair, concentrating on not tugging harshly, she thought that perhaps he was different now.

Jeyne recalled when the prince was a child, how he screamed and wept until the Queen gave him affection and then, as he became older, turned the longing into dangerous afflictions. Perhaps, after years of internal torment, Aegon found someone who would desire him as much as he did them.

No one was truly evil, just as no one was wholly good. Aegon was no different.

"What are your names?" the prince asked, unwavering in his movements. "You've cared for the Princess since the day she arrived, and I've yet to know them."

Fiora glanced at Jeyne wearily, searching for guidance with reddened eyes swollen from tears. She nodded to the girl, who was never without a smile and placed a calloused hand on her lower back.

"Fi-Fiora," the young maid answered with snivels. Her throat became thick again as she looked at you and gave a stiff curtsy.

"And I am Jeyne," the eldest followed willfully. Her chin remained high even as Fiora hiccuped beside her, ignoring the itch in her nose. "We also had Dyana, for a while, but her skills were better spent caring for the little prince and princess."

Aegon's gaze flickered up to Jeyne's, and she saw the recognition in his violet eyes. She wanted to clarify to the prince that she knew about his dishonorable actions against your former maid. Jeyne understood that you would be furious if you found out, and she was not afraid to speak up. The prince swallowed and quickly looked back at your shiny hair, knowing that Jeyne was not one to be silenced.

"I see," he despondently replied. His brows raised in displeasure as he continued to dote on you, ensuring no hair was unmanageable. "When in service to the royal family, loyalty is paramount. It is not only your job to ensure they have whatever they need, whether it is certain teas, oils, dresses, or food, but you also must protect them. Yet, you failed to do so."

Fiora released a throaty sob, unable to stifle her shame and agony with the palm of her hand. Jeyne bristled as she fisted the hem of her crimson skirt, quelling the snarky comments she wanted to spew.

Loyalty? What did the whore prince, who had his cock in every working woman and man in Flea Bottom, know about loyalty?

"Tis an honor to serve my lady," Jeyne bowed her head in reverence toward your expressionless facade, trying to appear impartial to his words. “I would gladly put myself in her place, die if need be, so long as the Princess was safe and well."

Her words were weighty, more sincere than the vows one took at the altar as she held her gaze firm. Aegon flicked his sullen face toward the two maids, letting them stew in the silence to see if they would waiver. When neither did, he sighed deeply through his nose, pulling the front of your dark strands behind your back as he ran his fingers through them.

"Good," the prince shook, nuzzling his nose into the rose-scented locks. "You will help me find who did this. I know the servants see everything and hear everything. The walls have ears and eyes, and you will be mine."

Fiora bobbed fiercely without a second thought, wiping away the snot that accumulated above her pink lips as Jeyne stiffly tilted her head in acquiescence. "For the Princess."

"For the Princess," Aegon repeated as he dismissed the two women.

***

Lord Larys Strong sat within the Queen's chambers, his chin resting atop his fist on the firefly of his cane as the candlelight flickered across his pale skin. The scene reminded him of a memory from long ago when the curse of Harrenhall had taken away his brother and father.

He knew why he was brought here.

Alicent scratched at her chest weakly, needing an outlet to channel her horror. Her blunt nails created red welts on the delicate skin. She did not know where to start, terrified of the mousey man who sat before her. Her instructions were explicit to Lord Larys; there was no way for him to misconstrue them. The Queen wanted you to return to your family.

"What are children but a weakness?" inquired the Lord, interrupting the young Queen's thoughts. "You may think you've cheated the darkness of its victory, but it will always persist in some form or another."

Alicent remembered these words. They haunted her every time she saw Larys, watched him stroll through the halls with discerning calm, yet she knew of the atrocities those hands committed.

"But for them you will surrender what you should not. You may know the right thing to do, but love stays the hand. Love is a downfall," the Lord swallowed, shifting his body to where the Queen stood, staring his cold and piercing eyes into her watery ones. "I said that to you once after the death of my brother and father. I do not believe you heeded my words."

"She's dying," Alicent declared, her voice wavering. "You've passed judgment once more on things you had no right to. Now, my son sits in anguish next to a girl who might not make it through the night."

Larys tilted his head to the side, wetting his lips as the Queen threatened to burst with anxiety. "My Queen made a wish," he stated with the quirk of his unruly brow, "who am I to leave it unfulfilled?"

"I," the Queen hiccuped, words stuck in her throat as she gestured to herself. "I did not wish for this. I wanted her sent back to her family."

Larys hummed, tightening his lips into a displeased yet proud line. "And so I have."

Alicent could no longer bear the sight of him, arms swiftly hugging at her sides as tears of disgust that lined her lashes began to fall. It was directed at the man before her and herself. She should've anticipated that Larys would twist her intentions to fit his agenda as he had done before, but a part of her who desired to have a connection, a true sense of trust with another person, hoped that he would not.

Despite being at the heart of Westeros's most densely populated city and in a high position of power, the Queen's life was lonely. She had no friends, no companions she felt would not betray her trust. The ladies at Court provided superficial conversations with no genuine sincerity, happy to say whatever Alicent wanted to hear that would benefit them the most.

Despite her father's betrayal, she refused to be a victim. Otto was a malicious man, but she was his cherished daughter, his only daughter. She owed him nothing for elevating Alicent to the highest position of power that a woman could ever attain.

Women were sold into marriages of lesser importance with husbands who took them by force and beat them bloody. She should be grateful.

"You have gone too far," the Queen stated, finally finding the will to speak again. "What you did to her," she turned, hand clutching her neck, her voice unable to say his atrocities out loud, "was most heinous. You defiled the princess while she was incapacitated."

Larys sighed, using his sturdy cane for support as he stood, body hunched and icy stare boring into the disheveled Queen. "As you've said, your grace, she is a bastard, too arrogant and undeserving of her place here at Court. She was born in sin. 'Tis only fitting she shall die in sin."

Alicent gasped demurely, appalled with his callousness, delicate fingers covering her raw lips as briny tears damped her cheeks. She was religious, finding comfort in the divine from a gray world filled with suffering. All beings deserve life, and Larys' complete disregard for it repulsed her. He looked down on those who endured remarkably through their love, seeing them as ignorant and impuissant compared to his genius of apathy.

And now, a young girl lay with labored breathing, assaulted and permanently scarred should she survive—another victim in the line of his detached ideology.

The Strong Lord bowed, parting with 'your grace' for his improper farewell. Alicent's wet lashes fluttered with regret, panting as she struggled to regain composure. She swallowed a lump in her throat, guilt weighing heavily over her head as she leaned on her writing table for support and stifled her wet sobs with the back of her hand.

***

If one entered your chambers, they would not be met with the usual smell of roses and lavender; instead, it would be that of a sick house—the type of scent that carried wherever those infected with illness went.

Smoke hung in the air. Different incense was placed throughout your apartments, herbs at various points to ward off spirits that ailed the soul. Maester Orwyle had created a workshop in your bedroom, tonics, salves, tinctures, and ingredients scattered throughout the different tables. Aegon stood over him impatiently, playing with his fingers as he watched the Maester create a concoction with a bag of gray dust and some thick paste.

"What is that?" the prince questioned, unable to keep the bubbling anxiety at bay.

Orwyle hummed, acknowledging that he heard Aegon as he concentrated on measuring water and slowly pouring it into the mixture. "It is a paste that will draw out the toxins. It is made of charcoal and clay," he answered, stirring the mixture in a small bowl. I must ensure I do not add too much of one ingredient, for it could diminish the efficacy."

The prince grunted. The science behind the Maester's actions was beyond him, but he trusted the man and his judgment. He would try anything. Aegon would offer up his blood if it meant you would survive.

Once Maester Orwyle finished the mixture, he took a brush, walked over to your unconscious form, and mumbled a prayer under his breath. He removed the blankets, the cold air causing your nipples to involuntarily pebble underneath the fabric of your nightdress, pulling the hem up to reveal your stomach. Aegon quickly moved the sheets to cover your modesty, uncomfortable with the notion that another man, Maester or not, would see you in your small clothes.

The Maester began to paint the charcoal and clay onto your abdomen, all the way to under the crease of your breasts. When he finished, he recited another prayer, asking Aegon to join him in hands over your fighting body.

"We pray to you, Father, Mother, Maiden, Smith, and Crone, to take pity on this innocent sinner. She has no control over the vices of men, and we pray to you to ask for the forgiveness of her sins so that she may live another day."

Aegon mirrored Orwyle, clasping his sweaty palms together as he bowed his head, eyes trained on the rise and fall of your chest.

He was never a devoted follower of the Faith, forced by Alicent tooth and nail to attend service when he was older. One of Aegon's first memories was in the Sept of Baelor, him not nearly reaching the height of his mother's waist yet as she knelt, lighting a candle to pray. He remembered watching his mother's lips move in noiseless reverence; her dark brows knitted together as he copied her, sitting on his knees, his forehead just reaching the top of the altar.

Aegon asked her then what she was praying for, his voice soft and violet eyes wide as the scent of frankincense drifted in the dim chamber. He understood now why his mother hesitated in telling him. He was too young to comprehend the troubles of adulthood, but she placated her curious tot with words and hopes for the future. That one day, she and his older sister could finally make amends and be companions once more.

"Protect your daughter as she fights this atrocity against her soul, bring the man responsible to your divine justice, and guide this lost girl into your light," Orwyle recited, brown skin laced with nervous sweat. "And to the Stranger, may you spare her one moment more from eternal sleep."

They ended the prayer with a solemn nod, the Maester pacing toward his table of supplies to make another concoction. Aegon still knelt at the side of your bed, fists clasped until his knuckles turned white as the paste on your stomach dried and hardened.

He believed there would be more time for you and him together, that you would grow old by each other's side and share the woes of life hand in hand. His existence felt like a great tragedy told of in storybooks—the kind where the hero goes through the trials of loss, pain, valor, and internal conflict only to have the love he was trying to save die in the end. It felt like Aegon's two decades of suffering were for nothing; his trials were for naught.

The prince understood, with a sullen look, that his grandfather and mother wanted you gone. He knew his grandfather would go to lengths to ensure his schemes went unobstructed, but Otto was the type of man to go about things much more delicately. The Hand played the long game, maneuvering pieces of the board without one realizing to get what he desired. Aegon did not feel he was behind this, for this was much too gauche for his proper standards.

However, his mother posed an uncertainty in his mind. She greatly desired that you leave King's Landing, and the prince was unsure how much she truly wished you gone. He did know, just as he knew the sun would rise on the morrow, that Alicent was involved in this somehow.

"My prince," Orwyle said tentatively, holding a rag and the same bowl of charcoal and clay in his wrinkled palm. "I must remove the paste from her abdomen."

Aegon nodded in understanding, peeling himself from your side, though he did not stray far. He would privately speak to his mother about this but not go to her. The Queen would have to come to him. Despite Ser Harrold stationed outside your doors, he was on edge. Aegon was frightened at the notion of the assailant returning to finish his duty and trusted no one but himself to watch over you.

Maester Orwyle turned to the prince, holding the ashy mucilage in the bowl with a brush. "This must be applied every thirty minutes or until it hardens and cracks," he explained, the necklace of the Seven Pointed Star glinting in the candlelight.

Aegon tilted his head, eyeing the bowl's contents in agreement, as he took it from his hand. "Thank you, Maester."

Orwyle sighed, gaze lowered as it flickered over to you, lips in a grim line. He felt helpless, knowing there was something more he could do, but the risks involved outweighed the benefits in his mind. There was still a chance your body could fight off the poison. Not many survived the effects of Poison Hemlock, and those who did were left with permanent symptoms, which often left them wishing for their death.

"Your grace, I feel I must tell you, not as a servant of the Crown, but as a man, a human with a living and beating heart." Aegon eyed the Maester wearily, painting your stomach gray. He inhaled deeply through his nose, bracing himself for the prince's impending reaction.

"What I am doing with her now are only superficial treatments. She needs to get rid of the poison from the inside out, but I am afraid by doing so, bile might fill her chest, from which there is no escape."

Aegon swallowed audibly, finding his mouth had become impossibly dry. "What is it?"

The Maester tucked his lips into a thin line, wringing his book-worn digits. "We will place a metal funnel with a tube of thick leather into her throat and pour a water mixture of charcoal into her stomach. It will induce vomiting, but if the princess's muscles are paralyzed, it will go into her lungs and she will suffocate."

Aegon stared at Orwyle, terror-stricken at the idea of the barbaric tactic, and ceased his actions. Shoving a tube down your throat to force vomit was pure barbarism. Indeed, a tactic of torture was used within the Black Cells to force prisoners to confess. He would not subject you to such a thing. It would not be what you desired.

"There is a chance it won't travel there, and she will survive, but I must warn you, those living with the after-effects of Poison Hemlock sometimes wish they did not," Orwyle stated in forewarning, mahogany eyes anywhere but the prince.

"Are you suggesting we just continue to pray to invisible Gods in hopes that she survives?" Aegon barked, rising from his hunched place at your side to his full height.

"No, my prince. I shall do whatever I can to ensure her survival. You'll need to inform her family of what has happened here." Aegon's stare was intense, his face firm and filled with barely hidden rage. "The Hand has ordered all ravens titled for Dragonstone barred. Gold Cloaks are placed within the rookery in the Keep, and I am unable to inform them."

The prince huffed. Of course, his grandfather would do something like this. He would not put it past his mother either that she was complicit in it. They knew what havoc it would wreak on their schemes, the ones they tried so hard to convince Aegon of since he could read. The Rogue Prince and possibly the heir to the Iron Throne arriving in the Red Keep would indeed prevent them from placing Aegon on the throne when his father passed. He did not care.

To hell with his mother and grandfather. To hell with the plans they made without Aegon's consent. To hell with the future. If you did not survive this, he would not be willing to live a life.

The prince did not thank Maester Orwyle for his knowledge, too far gone within his rage to extend the courtesy for the man who had done so much to save his love as he exited with a bow, going to his quarters for much-needed rest.

***

Aegon tended to you with the precision of a Maester, applying the charcoal remedy and wiping away your sweat as he mulled over his subsequent decisions. He trusted only his unassuming sister-wife to aid him in his efforts. When your sworn shield came to relieve Ser Harrold and urged Aegon to rest, he vehemently refused. The prince hurled a barrage of insults at the knight that had Helaena covering her ears. Her lilac eyes burned with intensity as she watched over your listless body, attempting to lose herself in her thoughts.

He shrieked with the fury of an enraged bull, belting to Ser Arryk that he would have his head, that he would geld the man and impale him on the same battlements that rested the crowns and bodies of traitors. Aegon's actions were nothing short of deranged. He would lash out at anyone who even glanced in their direction, accusing them of contributing to the decay of the life he dreamed with you.

During Aegon's bout of madness, he accused Ser Arryk of conspiring to murder his lover. He claimed the knight let the assailant inside because he could not bear his envy towards his love. Arryk was appalled by this, for he felt nothing but revulsion at your coupling.

The knight denied having any part in harming the princess, desperately beseeching a manic Aegon that he was not at his post when it occurred. He realized the error of his words when the prince became eerily silent, staring at Arryk with a heaving chest and dark eyes.

It was a moment before Aegon yowled, a brief eery quiet that seemed to halt time as he lurched forward with bared teeth and scratching nails, beating the Kingsguard senselessly. Only at the screech of a frightened Helaena did Ser Harrold intervene, prying a howling Aegon off Ser Arryk, who could not defend himself due to the prince's status.

The Commander of the Kingsguard scolded Arryk for not being at his post and failing to perform his duty, turning to Aegon and asking him what punishment for his crime would please him.

"He is to be stripped of his armor and taken to the Black Cells," the prince seethed, "where he will await his sentence until the princess wakes. 'Tis her right to decide what level of treatment this cowardice deserves, though I fear she will be kinder than me."

Harrold confidently nodded to the prince, knowing this was one of Aegon's most merciful decisions. With a deafening sound, he swiftly ripped off Ser Arryk's white cape, causing Helaena's body to shudder. The Commander forcefully yanked the ties to Arryk's armor, leaving the knight with no choice but to accept his shame.

He broke the vows he had kept steadfastly for years. Within a matter of hours, Arryk was an oathbreaker and an unwitting accomplice to your murder. He felt the unseen eyes of the Gods upon him, bearing witness to his failures and sins with curled lips. The knight was lucky that Ser Harrold took pity on him and did not parade him to the other members of the Kingsguard.

The Commander felt that the embarrassment of having a lecher wastrel prince attack Arryk in front of Princess Helaena was enough, so he continued to throw piece after piece of silver armor onto the stone floor, the metal ringing out with each drop.

Helaena could not stand the rhythmic clanging, each noise vibrating her bones as she observed your breath, attempting to dissociate inchest'shest's hypnotizing rise and fall. She thought of bringing the twins to see you. They greatly missed you, and Jaehaerys began questioning where you had been the past weeks.

Helaena was no fool. She felt it in the marrow of her bones that you and her brother made amends. The heaviness that lurked about in her mind had lifted, and her womb began to feel the effects of growing life. Foreign movements within her gut became more frequent, causing Helaena to have a hand pressed to her stomach nearly every moment, absentmindedly stroking it whenever her eyes fogged and her ears whispered words she couldn't understand.

She felt drawn to the table littered with medicinal supplies, violet orbs flicking over the different bottles and salves. She stopped at a bowl with ash-colored paint, dipping her fingertips into its contents and rubbing it with her thumb. It had no smell and was cool to the touch, liquid smooth as she curiously eyed the mixture dripping onto her wrist. Helaena felt the urge to gather more, scooping her digits down to the second knuckle in the gray paste as she turned to your bed.

Her movements were otherworldly as she carried herself across the mattress on her knees, hand positioned so as not to spill a drop. Helaena uncovered your body from the sheets and lifted the hem of your nightdress to the middle of your breasts. She straddled your thighs as she began to apply the ashy mucilage. Aegon's movements were delicate as a skilled painter, ensuring each space was covered evenly, but Helaena's were possessed, puppeteered, her arms jerking as she rubbed her palms across your abdomen.

"Hand turns loom; spools of green, spools of black. Dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread," she mumbled, smearing the paste down your torso. Helaena's words were not hers, as if something had taken control, her mind not within her body. "Beneath the boards, rats bite. The drink of fools; a sacrifice of her blood, peace reborn in flames."

Aegon abruptly turned to his sister, face etched with concerned annoyance at diverting his attention away from the humiliation of Ser Arryk. His sister was hunched in her turquoise dress, which seemed nearly splintering as her spine stretched the seams with her movements. Helaena's thoughts were incoherent, mumbles of words only she comprehended as Aegon nervously watched her smear the prescribed charcoal and clay on your stomach.

He barked for Ser Harrold to take your sworn shield to the dungeons, concern for his sister at the forefront of Aegon's mind. He approached Helaena like a frightened deer, as if she would flee into the depths of the dense green forest, never to be seen again. As the prince came closer, he noticed she was no longer applying the mucilage, her tiny, lithe fingers drawing symbols above your womb, flesh peeking between the gray. They looked familiar to Aegon, like something he saw within the misty years of a childhood he could never recall as Helaena's body swayed.

The intensity of her actions churned fear in his gut, and he worried that she was reverting to one of her states. Aegon tentatively placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and stole Helaena from her trance. She flew into a fit of rage, eyes wide, snatching his wrist with her dirtied hands as she glared into his startled eyes.

"The poison takes root in her womb, bringing peace with fire and blood," she declared, a fierce glint within her vision.

Aegon stared in bewilderment, his nostrils flaring as he fought Helaena's ironclad grip before she was again brought within her body. She recoiled into her dreamy-eyed self and released her brother, sighing as she slumped over your body.

Aegon wet his pink lips to speak, voice raw and sore from his fist of screaming, but Helaena ceased his struggle, gazed trained on the symbols painted onto your skin.

"She will grow old in love with you. I shall not," she plainly expressed, no hint of sadness in her tone. He went to protest, but his sister silenced him once more. "We never desired to marry one another and only created children out of duty. Your union to her will be of love, and the children will love her as if she bore them from her blood." Her words were wistful, never looking at her brother to see his reactions as if she already knew.

"Helaena," he interjected, reaching out to seek comfort you could not give, but she brushed him away.

"The dragon has three heads." Helaena pulled your nightgown to cover your bosom. "Aegon spent ten nights with Rhaenys for every one he spent with Visenya," his sister stated, leaning up your body to gingerly stroke the frame of your face. Her brother glared at the cryptic statement, unsure of what she meant, unexpecting the sudden history lesson of his namesake. "But you will spend every night with her."

"Helaena, I love you. You are my sister," Aegon protested as if he was being attacked by an unseen predator and needed to defend himself.

"Precisely," she responded with a faint smirk of her thin, peony lips, kissing your cheek before she nuzzled herself into the curve of your warm side.

Aegon stared at his sister in confusion, unable to discern what she was saying as he sat in the chair beside your bed. It was all too much to process at once, his mind exhausted and thoughts a maelstrom. He could not find the ability to digest all that had happened in the early morning hours. Now, it was midday, and he suddenly realized he had not slept. The empty spot beside you looked inviting, but he refused to impede on you and Helaena's space.

Observing the two of you brought a suffocating wave of guilt he had never felt before. Aegon fucked whores and spent countless nights away from his wife and felt not a shred of remorse for his actions, yet observing his sister lay next to the woman he loved pushed all the consequences he buried deep within, now festering in his soul.

Helaena was too precious to be tied to a man such as him, too good for the world she was born into, and at the realization, Aegon's nose began to burn.

"Brother, won't you come lay with us?" she asked lightly, her words slightly muffled against your skin.

The prince did not protest. He was too tired and too weak to fight anymore as he slotted himself on the other side of you, arm snaking its way across your chest. He felt at peace. All Aegon had wanted was to sleep beside the one he loved, and now that he did, he was finally at peace, intertwining her fingers with his as they locked in an understanding embrace over your slowly rising breasts.

His eyes trailed from their connected fists, gazing at the symbols that now cracked with your breaths. Aegon wracked his already mushed head for the meaning, the answer scratching at his mind when suddenly his sister's rambles finally made sense, connecting the words to the drawings.

They were not illegible scribbles of a distressed woman but were the glyphs of his ancestor's near-extinct language, a tongue only the privileged few spoke.

The word 'peace' was inscribed into the gray paste on your womb in High Valyrian, the strokes and slopes Helaena made on your skin near perfect, and at that actualization, Aegon could finally rest.

Masterlist of Series

Fun Fact: Hemlock is a broad term for various plants closely associated with each other, and they are an invasive species in North America. One plant within the family is called fool’s parsley because its leaves resemble those of the herb. You can eat a plant that looks close to the poisonous ones called Queen Anne’s Lace, and you can eat it. I wouldn’t recommend it because it’s nearly identical to the bad stuff.

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Crime and Punishment

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, denial, dom/sub, anger, pet names, illusions to impact play, impact play (mild), masturbation, etc

Just a little something to tide my lovelies over. Thank you so much to my anon who asked for a quieter dom jake (I can’t find your ask, but I love you)❤️

“Jake?” You venture carefully from your seat beside him as he stares ahead, navigating the twists and turns of hills and back roads, wipers keeping time through the rain. “You seem upset. Are you alright?”

You know he isn’t alright. You fucking know. Worked toward it all evening, bratting this way and that. Mouthing off. Causing trouble. Flirting with Danny. Let’s be honest, flirting with Sammy, as well…innocently. Flirting with Josh, not so innocently.

You drank a little too much, danced a little too close, spoke a little too softly in an ear or two - and all while he quietly watched. All while he silently drank in your display, swallowing it down for safe, darkened, keeping.

“M’fine, magpie.” He offers with a gentle shrug “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Okay, so maybe he isn’t as angry as you’d feared, hoped? He’s still allowing your nickname, bestowed because he says you sing so pretty when you cum for him, to trip off of his delectable tongue. Perhaps his upset doesn’t run quite as deeply as you believed.

“You’re not angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry with you?” His jaw tightens, betraying him. Liar.

“Dunno.” You shrug right back, if he’s going to play it this way, so will you. Beginning to dig around in your purse, at last, you locate your lighter and cigarettes, flickering one to life with a deep, drunken drag.

Immediately, he rips it from your lips and flips it out the crack in his window, with a clipped, “You haven’t earned it.”

He knows you enjoy the most occasional smoke when you’re floating through a buzz, and this proves what you already knew - his placid demeanor is bullshit.

You clip your bag closed with a sly smile and sidle up a little closer, “Oh, so Jakey is feeling angry? Are you mad at your girl?”

With a firm hand, he pushes you back in your seat, and shakes his head, “Stop talking. Now. Don’t make me say it twice.”

Something in his tone tells you to listen…his warning sounds like it's riding out on broken glass, and his palm, flattened out on your chest, heavy like a paperweight, tells you to find your place, and find it fast.

The galvanic hiss of his energy pops and sparks into the night as you cruise closer to home, but that isn’t what knots your stomach into bends and hitches - his silence is what does that.

Normally, he’d be taunting you. Promising fire and brimstone, forewarning forthcoming doom, sounding the alarms in your head…if only to make your heart and your clit pound.

He prizes it - this ability of his to so easily make you sweat and ache…loves it all the more when it’s an impending punishment he can lord over your pretty head. That’s what you’d been aiming at all night - his wrath…but this, this quiet? Unsettling.

“Jacob Thomas…” you’ve tried on your sweetest tone, allowing a pout to color his full name in the way that never fails to make his cock twitch. Like a game of hide and seek. Come out, come out wherever you are.

“Shut. Up.” His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel and you do, in fact, choose to listen and shut up.

Gravel crunching beneath the tires signals your homecoming, jarring you out of your foggy reverie. What will happen now? You’d be dishonest if you said you weren’t positively fucking alive with racing thoughts of carnal possibilities. You’d also be dishonest if you said you weren’t a tad apprehensive…something in his manner is off. Have you pushed too far this time? Are you really in for it? Do you like the idea of roaring along his furious rapids without a paddle? Paddle. Now there’s an idea.

A caul of tense silence crawls over the car as he breathes heavily and deeply beside you. Finally, his clipped instructions break the spell.

“You are to go inside and wait at the foot of the bed. Naked. On your knees. Hair braided and clipped.”

You shiver at his ragged directive, he sounds like sex, and you can smell the lust seeping from his pores— masked almost entirely by his fury, but there all the same.

Turning to him to beg for just one touch is so tempting you can almost taste the words on your palate, but wisely, you settle on obedience, and squeak open the door before hustling it into the house.

If you had eyes in the back of your head you might have caught the faint smile that curls his pillowy lips as he watches you fumble to fit the key in the lock with shaking hands. You’re nervous, he decides. Good.

He finds you, kneeling and bare - fucking gorgeous. Your hair is woven and swept up, just as instructed. It earns you points, but certainly not enough to matter, and you seem to sense that as you watch him calmly prowl about the bedroom.

His jacket comes off first, shaken from his shoulders in the stillness, only to be rested carefully over the back of his chair. He loves this chair, sits in its overstuffed embrace and plucks at his guitar for hours. But tonight, he has other tasks to complete.

He rids himself of his barely buttoned shirt and lets it fall to the floor, forgotten…and then swaggers over to the dresser, carefully removing his necklaces and nestling them into the velvet case that houses his trinkets.

Boots, having seen better days just the way he likes them, are next. Kicked off and cast aside next to the closet door.

And all the while it’s quiet, quiet, quiet. Normally, he’d be scolding you, issuing soft admonishments that still somehow thunder in your heart as though he’s shouted them. Normally he’s bossy, and mouthy, and sexy as hell about it. Tonight? Silence.

Still, you wait - knelt, submissive, unresisting and docile. Patiently and quietly subservient as your nipples harden into aching peaks, desperate for even a flick of his gaze.

Without blessing you the glance you’re so longing for, he disappears into the closet, only to return with his black leather guitar case. You know this case, you know what it houses, and it isn’t a musical instrument. Though, he does coax lovely sounds out of you with the arsenal hidden inside.

At last, his voice comes, hushed and conversational, as he carefully places the case on the bed and flips the latches. “I shouldn’t, because you’ve been a dreadful handful tonight, but I’m feeling generous, so I will. You may pick your poison this evening, magpie.”

With precision, he chooses his arrows and lines them up along the duvet. Paddle, flogger, crop, switch, length of leather he braided and knotted with his own hands, and cane. You fear the cane most of all…the way it slices through the air audibly; a woeful song just before the pain explodes and sizzles through your system. Still, your eyes linger there once he’s given you permission to turn and look. Maybe you want that tonight.

Though he doesn’t tip his hand, Jake knows exactly what you need. He can sense all of that shameful desire swimming through your veins. He understands that you live in your head a little too deeply now and then. His grasp on your psyche, uncanny. You need this sometimes, this complete submission…his hands offering sacrament with each blow. His words washing you clean in their dominance, their degradation, their praise. He needs it too, to give you these things that might make another shudder and turn away.

He craves the way you blink up at him, eyes blurred with tears, lips swollen and dripping in sobs and breaths of reverence. The way your body yields to his touch, trembling with pleasure tinged in delicious, trustful fear. He is weak for the way you allow him to worship you this way…an outsider might see the opposite, might believe it is you who worships from your place at his feet, they would be terribly mistaken. It is he who prays.

Perhaps it has been a little too long, so you chose to act up in order to force his hand. Perhaps that is his fault. Perhaps. But you will never know it.

“Your behavior was uncalled for tonight.” He sighs, fingers skating across his toys while you contemplate. “For it, I should cane you until you can’t breathe. But, I’m feeling kind. What do we say?”

His fingers have begun to stroke through your bangs. “We say thank you.” You hush with a shiver, “Thank you for your mercy, sir.”

He nods, and then squares his shoulders, impatience edging at him. “Choose, or I will. You don’t want that.”

When your touch lands on the cane, he hides his shock well and bends until his delicious mouth rests against your ear. “Magpie wants my cane? Aren’t you just the prettiest glutton for punishment that I’ve ever seen?”

“Make it hurt.” You’re shaking with depraved anticipation, and he wants to huff a laugh - his lovely little masochist - instead, he tucks the cane away, confusing you.

“Well, darling,” he dips down and places the softest feather of a kiss upon the nape of your neck. “If you want it, that’s not much of a punishment at all, now is it?”

He has decided that, in honor of your wanton little show with his brothers, he will wield his authority in a different manner tonight. You will suffer, but not in the way you might have hoped.

Straightening, he takes your chin loosely in his grasp and tilts your face upwards until he is looking down the bridge of his nose at you. “On the bed, magpie. Right on the edge, legs spread wide open for me. I’d like to look at your pretty cunt.”

Without waiting to watch you comply, he turns and makes his way back to the chair he loves so well, and takes a seat casually. By the time he has settled in, you’re perched on display for him.

“So gorgeous, little bird.” He hums softly, popping the button of his pants. The parting of his zipper causes your entire body to jolt in hunger. “Look at that pretty fucking pussy. You’re so wet I can almost smell you.”

His hand dips behind linen and tugs his cock free. So hard and beautiful. Swollen tip leaking pearlescent drops of arousal that you long to lick away.

“Jake,” you whine, body rocking against nothing so subtly, you don’t even realize it’s happening.

“I told you to shut up.” He snaps, wrapping his fist around himself with a slow, easy tug.

“Yes, sir.” You breathe. A little groveling never hurt anyone.

“You will take what you’re given tonight, and you will thank me for it.” He’s stroking himself with intent now, and you couldn’t look away if you tried. You just want him so fucking badly. “And I so love to spoil you, don’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” You repeat, hushed, and fighting to keep your hand from dipping between your legs.

“And now you’ve ruined that for me, which wasn’t very nice.” He clicks his tongue. “My mean, filthy, little magpie owes me an apology, does she not?”

“I’m sorry.” You sound pathetic, and that’s fine for the both of you. “I just wanted—“

“I know what you wanted.” He interrupts, words rasped as he jerks his cock off just a bit faster. “I didn’t ask for your fucking explanations. Let me see that lovely little clit, I miss her.”

Reaching down, you spread yourself open without thought or hesitation. What Jake wants, Jake gets. Funnily enough, however, he feels the same about you…usually.

“There she is…” you watch his fist tighten around his length…god, you want it so badly it’s nearly difficult to think. Your thoughts, scattered and blurred with want. “Look how pretty and pink. And swollen, too.” He tilts his head sorrowfully. “Such a shame. I could so easily take care of her…if you hadn’t acted like such a whore tonight. And for what?”

“You know why.” You huff, growing slightly insufferable with desire.

“Watch that fucking tone or I’ll spread you out, tie you down, and correct you until the sun comes up.” His warning drives out harshly from between clenched teeth.

He watches the insubordination silently leech from your bones. “That’s a good girl. Can you feel it, baby? My tongue on your clit? Warm and wet, licking and sucking you until your cum is dripping down my chin? Hmm? Can you feel that?”

And fuck if you can’t. You’re conjuring the feeling of his mouth working away at you sinfully, the sounds he makes, groans and hums of bliss that muffle into your soaked flesh. They crowd your mind until it is fat full with Jacob and only Jacob.

“I’d love to taste you, magpie.” He sighs, fucking his fist faster still. “I’d love to crawl over there and bury my face between your thighs. Love to slip my tongue way up inside until my nose is buried against you. Until I can’t fucking breathe.”

“Please.” Is the only word you can manage, and even that comes out weak and warbling.

“Tough love, little bird.” He taunts. Tough love. And it’s only because I care…I don’t want to see you go completely off the rails, I’ve gotta keep you in line, don’t I?”

Your body twitches and writhes and shakes all on its own…you’ve lost control of your muscles. Your veins are searing with fiery need, nerve endings buzzing and sparking like downed power lines. Mouth open and panting like a cornered animal in need of something it can’t quite identify. You want to claw at your body until you can climb out of yourself; until you can discard your own skin like an itchy sweater in a room that’s just a little too warm.

But even if all that were possible, none of it would help, you know as fact, only Jake can soothe you now. Only Jake.

Suddenly, he rises, kicking his pants off along the way as he moves closer to you, closing in on your trembling frame like a gleeful predator.

His body, bare and stunning, glows ghostly in the shadowy moonlight that streams through the curtains. You can smell him now, spiced and soaked in something earthly…like perfumed soil, rich and damp, sifting through your fingers.

“You stay where you are.” His voice purrs out, like silk curling against your cheek.

He reaches behind you and takes up the small switch. Black and spindly, it could almost pass for a wand, fittingly - for his is nothing short of magic.

“I’d like to look at your cunt right up close while I’m cumming.” he whispers, dropping to his knees. “Hello little beauty,” his breath falls against you, though his words aren’t spoken for your ears. “How’s my sweetness?”

His eyes cast up to yours, “Such a beautiful pussy, magpie. Especially right now. Wet and swollen, pink and velvet soft…what I wouldn’t give to fill her all the way up. Pity.”

His arm begins a rhythmic pump against your calf as he lavishes his devouring gaze between your legs, hushing words of praise meant only for your cunt. Murmurs of, pretty soaked pussy, tight little baby, needs spoiled so badly, curses, groans of pleasure and denial that fall hot between your legs.

When your hands give in and reach to bury in his hair, your thigh is met with a harsh crack of the switch, wordlessly putting you in your place. No touching, that sting barks, and you heed the warning.

His frantic gasps and groans grow louder until, as if he can’t help himself, the flat of his tongue laps slowly and heavily from your slick entrance to your clit…the growl that follows is feral and ravenous for more, but he is nothing if not self-disciplined.

“Needed the taste of you on my tongue,” he’s panting now, jerking his cock hard and fast, and then his mouth is resting upon you, lips and cheek pressed right up against your dripping center as you thrust lightly into him, feverish for even a breath of friction.

He cums hard, shoving in closer and digging into your thigh with his hand that still clutches the switch. Crying out as he grabs and pulls at you, nuzzling into your cunt as he spills all over the floor between his knees and your feet, a chorus of his own gasps and obscenities the soundtrack to his release.

Once he’s regained some semblance of composure, he’s on you. Darting up from his place before you to grab you by the throat, decadent cum still dripping from his knuckles and onto your collarbone. He smears it into your flesh like heavenly oil, anointing you.

“You will wear me tonight and remember who you belong to, and you will fucking thank me for it.” He rasps, crawling over you, guiding you along beneath him until your head meets the pillow.

“Yes.” You nod, wide-eyed and grateful. “Yes. Thank you, sir. I’ll wear you forever. Cover me in you every minute of every day. Please, I want it, always.”

Down his hand slips, weaving a winding, serpentine trail of his release to mark his path, then he finds his spot beside you…pulling you in against him until his softening cock is nestled into the curve of your spine.

He will take care of you in the morning, you know without question…but tonight, this is your punishment, and you are more than willing to take it.

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