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ENJOY THE SILENCE. sejanus plinth

description. being tasked with placating sejanus plinth by doctor gaul seems like an impossible feat. turns out all it takes to be successful was revealing your true feelings.

includes. SMUT 18+, dialogue heavy, slightly manipulative!reader, capitol!reader, oral (m receiving), snowballing, sejanus typical angst. title from enjoy the silence by depeche mode

wc: 6.4k+

By the time your fist meets the thick wood of Sejanus Plinth’s bedroom door, you’ve started to lose your way.

Somewhere along the line of you walking from the Academy to the Plinth residence, entering the home by invitation of Ma Plinth, eating her sweets while listening to the woman speak about how worried she was about her son, and finally walking down the hall to his bedroom, you’ve almost forgotten why you’re here in the first place.

But forgetting would be too good to be true. How could you forget about how you were summoned into an empty classroom by Doctor Gaul, staring into her unnerving eyes as she praised you for what you could be, and barely what you are now?

At the time, you instantly wanted to protest the task of going to the Plinth residence to seek out a certain outspoken boy who didn’t realize his privilege. But one glare from over her nose put you in your place, and you begrudgingly left the Academy to come here.

It’s not that you disliked Sejanus. You felt the opposite, mostly. You were definitely not one of the other Academy students who preferred to make his life hell since you all were eight. But there wasn’t much you had in common with the boy, no mutual connections that pulled you in each other’s orbit save for a few shared classes and a handful of projects.

It was natural for you to question Gaul on why you had to be the one to do it. And as if it was natural, too, she shrugged, examined the walls of the Academy, and told you, “You have the potential to do something great. Prove yourself to me and surely I can find a guaranteed spot for you at the University.”

It barely made any sense to you—how getting Sejanus Plinth to stop speaking his mind could prove your potential to be a great student at the University. But you were desperate, your future so close and within reach. You didn’t want to jeopardize it before it began.

So as soon as classes ended, you grabbed your things, called off the driver, and walked to the Plinth residence where you hoped to prevent Sejanus Plinth from becoming a problem.

Your three knocks against the door taper off to silence, which makes the shuffling on the other side even more prominent. Sejanus doesn’t ask who it is, likely assuming the visitor to be his mother or father, and not one of his classmates who was only an acquaintance. He yells out an invitation to enter and you push the handle down, allowing the door to swing open before taking a step inside.

You don’t get much of a look at Sejanus’ bedroom. Only enough to notice that it’s a typical Capitol room with minimal personalizations. Deep gray walls, white crown molding around the ceilings, light brown hardwood flooring. A picture of the mountains not far from the Capitol sits above a large desk across the room, and a window on each side of the wood lets in the natural light from outside. On the left wall sits a large four poster bed with a cushioned back.

And resting atop it is Sejanus. He stares off at the wall across from him, looking at nothing as it’s bare. But when you don’t speak, his eyes look over at the door. At you.

Your lips pull into a tight smile, you fold your hands behind your back.

“Oh.” Sejanus sits up a little straighter. “I didn’t know you were here.” You know he means no harm by it, but his words come out a little detached. A little rude. He seems to sense it immediately as he licks his lips and invites you in.

You aren’t sure whether you should leave the door open or shut it behind you. Ultimately, you decide to return it to the state it was in before you arrived, not letting up until you hear and feel the latch click into place.

Sejanus uncrosses his feet at the ankles as you approach him. He’s still wearing his uniform just as you are, but the blazer and the outer skirt are removed. You notice them sitting at the foot of his bed. His relaxed nature makes you feel better about peeling your blazer off.

You fold it in half and set it beside his which is thrown on the duvet without any precision, red material hanging off of the edge with one side showing the outside and the other showing the interior.

“What’re you doing here?” This time, his tone is of pure curiosity, lacking any possible negative connotations. It makes you feel better and you sit at the edge of his bed not far from him. The size of the furniture makes you feel further than you are.

“Um…” You take a second. Why are you here? Because Doctor Gaul sent you? Telling him that would do nothing but align yourself with the others. It would make your visit seem hostile. Like you’re here to threaten him, and not to warn him.

You clear your throat. “I’m here to check on you.” You hadn’t noticed the suspicion in Sejanus’ eyes until it’s gone and replaced with neutrality.

“Oh.”

You nod once.

“You seemed really upset in class earlier today. When Gaul came to visit.” Sejanus tenses up at the mention of the head gamemaker. His eyes shift to the otherside of the room, his jaw tightens, and you’re really thankful that you hadn’t directly associated yourself with the woman.

“And I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

Sejanus doesn’t look at you again for a second. Then, he shrugs, wringing his hands together in his lap as his brown eyes find you once more.

“I’m okay. As okay as I could be.” With the way he says it, it makes you scoot a little closer to him. Enough for a friendly distance, but Sejanus still glances down at your thighs briefly.

“Your tribute. You knew him, right? Back in District Two?” It takes you a second, but you add: “Back home.”

That seems to soften Sejanus a little more. He flattens his hands onto the rogue of his trousers.

(His thighs look exceptional in the material. You don’t think anyone else quite fills the pants out like he does. Except maybe Festus Creed but his sour attitude squashes any possible attraction you could have towards him. Attraction … are you attracted to Sejanus?)

Sejanus speaking pulls you from your muddled inner dialogue.

“Yeah. We were classmates before we moved here.”

You’re not faking it when you tell him. “That’s awful, Sejanus.”

Your sincerity has a better effect than something planned could have. Sejanus’ shoulders lose their tension. He knocks his head back against the cushioned material of his headboard, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t speak and neither do you. But eventually, you can’t sit in the silence for much longer.

“You can tell me about it … if you want.”

Sejanus peels one eye open and he stares at you for a second, maybe trying to decide if you’re serious. And you’re doing the same. Are you telling him this because you want him to feel safe with you? Even then, are your intentions pure?

There’s no point in dwelling on it more because Sejanus scoots over in a wordless invitation, a gesture that is more of a formality than anything else since you could have easily fit beside him without movement. Either way, you slide up to Sejanus’ side and when you do, you sit a little too close to him. But you decide it would have been rude to scoot further away so you stay put.

That’s the only reason.

Not because sitting this close to Sejanus makes you feel giddy inside and you like how he smells (clean is the best way to put it, with the gentle aroma of baked goods wafting off of his clothes and it’s no wonder where that aspect comes from).

Sejanus begins with telling you of his time back in District Two. He tells you about the Plinth family status, above the baseline of citizens in Two, but he was still well liked throughout his home. He tells you about moving, how alone he felt when he was younger. How alone he still feels, and you lay it on thick when you tell him he isn’t alone. Not when he has you.

Sejanus has reasons to dispute you. It’s not like you’ve gone out of your way to defend him against your cruel classmates. You barely do anything, occasionally slipping in a comment against one of them that was truly for your own benefit if anything. Up until now, the only thing you’ve done to show Sejanus Plinth that he isn’t completely hated in the Capitol has been treating him with the same kindness you gave to others.

But he doesn’t say anything. Anything at all.

You start to consider that you’ve fucked everything up. You’ve failed Doctor Gaul and she would condemn you and kick you out of the mentorship program before you’ve even had a real shot at proving yourself.

The thing that stops your spiraling thoughts is Sejanus’ hand atop of yours. You still, unsure on what to do. But then you turn your hand over, letting your palms kiss before they intertwine, and you feel the warmth of his hand. It’s comforting.

You turn your head to look directly at Sejanus instead of out into his room, surprised to see him already looking at you.

“Thank you.” You watch his lips as he speaks, completely missing the sincerity swimming in his eyes until you flick your gaze up to them.

You can’t help but think about how soft his lips looked as you lick your own, completely forgetting about the previously meticulously applied lipgloss.

“For what?”

Sejanus begins dragging his thumb across the skin of your hand. It’s incredibly distracting.

“For everything.”

“I haven’t done anything.”

He smiles, soft and teasing and gentle and you’re starting to admit that Sejanus Plinth is really cute.

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

You think about all of those times you could’ve done something. When you could have joined in on poking fun at the Plinth family. When you could’ve condemned their efforts to fit in, and also their efforts to keep their district practices alive, all in one breath.

Had you not joined in because you were better than that? Better than them. Or had you kept to yourself because you felt sorry for him?

The boy, born district and forced to move to the Capitol. Now unwanted by both groups. Trying his best to blend in and stick to himself, even though his moral beliefs obviously prevented him from completely assimilating.

Maybe you didn’t feel sorry for him. Not when he had a life like this. A lavish home full of luxury goods. A father with power that could rival the oldest standing families in the Capitol, yours included. And slightly less important, a mother who kept even the rarest of guests satisfied with her goods.

Your standings on your feelings for Sejanus Plinth become more confusing whenever you find yourself gravitating forward towards his lips. You don’t notice you’re doing it until you can feel his breath against yours. Your lips are so close, just one hair of a movement and they would be touching, but you stop.

“Is this …” The question hangs unfinished in the air. You have intentions to finish it. At least you think you do, but Sejanus’ free hand cups your cheek and he closes the gap.

Kissing Sejanus Plinth is gentle, to put it simply. His lips move tentatively against yours as if he doesn’t have much experience doing this and you’re not surprised. Personal endeavors spread across the Academy faster than rabies spread throughout the Capitol during the Dark Days, and if Sejanus Plinth was hooking up with someone you would have known by the next morning.

His perceived lack of experience makes you more confident. It makes you press your lips harder against Sejanus, taking the lead as you start to encouragingly move your lips against his. Your lipgloss rubs off, you can feel it as Sejanus’ lips gain more slip to them with each movement. It aids in the kiss becoming messier, that and your combined enthusiasm.

You scoot even closer to him, your legs blindly bumping into each other. Yet, you’re not close enough. You quickly want more of him. You need more of him.

He tastes like his mothers treats, the sweet tang of pie on his tongue melding with the same taste on yours. You savored the pastry from Mrs. Plinth earlier in the day, taking your time to enjoy every single bite and taste the flavors in all of their glory. With Sejanus, you take and take without consideration of savoring. He tastes so good, having your body pressed up against his like this feels so good, and you can’t get enough.

You must gorge yourself until you’ve had your fill. But you fear that your limit may never come, that you’ll be thoroughly addicted to Sejanus Plinth and nothing will ever fill the void.

This worries you for a second, but then Sejanus is un-intertwining his hand away from yours and instead using his palm to press into your lower back.

Just this one touch is enough to dizzy you and once more, you forget why you’re here. Why you’re in the Plinth residence, sitting in Sejanus’ bed, still wearing your Academy uniform.

It’s not until Sejanus pulls away for a full breath of air that you remember. Staring into deep brown pits that you could easily lose yourself in, you’re reminded of the singular brown eye belonging to Doctor Gaul. They don’t have any similarities besides the base color. Sejanus’ eyes are uniform, for starters, and full of warmth.

Still, you remember, and concern strikes through your body for a second. When you move away from Sejanus, you can see the sadness in his eyes.

You ignore how it upsets you.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

Sejanus still has his hands on you, and you’re not sure if you’re thankful for that or not.

“Why not? Do you regret it?” He speaks as if he’s afraid of the answer. So you bless him with the truth.

“No. I don’t.” You stare down at your nails, everything swirling inside of you confusing you. You have no direction of where to go from here. This part wasn’t planned. So you stick with the part that was.

“It’s just … I don’t want you to think that’s why I came here.” The hand he has on your cheek leaves but the one at your back stays.

“I thought you came here to check on me.”

You look up at Sejanus and he seems a little standoffish. His eyes are a little bit harsh, maybe concealing hurt. But his hand is still at your lower back and you take that as a good sign.

“I did! But I also came here to warn you.” His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t say anything so you continue. “The Capitol is dangerous, Sejanus. They’ll do anything to protect themselves.” Why’re you telling him this? Despite its true nature, your words made you seem like you don’t support your government. The one created to protect you. And why’re you speaking to him as if you’re not Capitol. You’re proud of your heritage, but something about sitting in Sejanus’ room, your body this close to his, makes you want to briefly leave it all behind.

Maybe it’s because you want Sejanus to believe you. Yes, you need to speak like someone from the districts so the district-born boy will believe you. That’s all.

“And I know you’re just speaking your mind, which is great. But Sejanus … if you continue and you say something particularly harmful to the government, they could hurt you.”

There’s a beat. A moment of silence where Sejanus considers your words. His eyes search your face, they drop to his lap, and then they find you again. “I appreciate the concern,” he says your name, letting it hang out in the air for a moment before continuing. “But I’ll be fine.”

He might be fine, but if he goes back to mentoring tomorrow and says something treasonous, you won’t be. Easily, Gaul could determine you unfit, unable to do as simple of a task such as pacifying your classmate.

It’s a risk you can’t take.

You sigh, shuffling closer to Sejanus and cupping his face in both of your hands. You sit on your heels at this point, knees digging into the mattress right beside Sejanus’ thigh, creating a hole in the soft bedding.

Sejanus’ head is tilted up, allowing the light to meet his cheeks and eyes. He looks innocent like this, just a young boy who doesn’t realize what he’s saying. You hope if he were to continue challenging the ideals of the Capitol, then others would see him as you do now. Maybe without the lust starting to cloud your mind.

“Just please, Sejanus, please make an effort.” Then, exaggerating the situation a little more, you bat your eyelashes and pout a little as you beg, “for me?”

That does it. Sejanus’ eyes glaze over a little, as if tears are gathering in them. But he blinks and they clear up.

He nods, turning his head to the side so he can press a kiss into the palm of your hand. His hands wrap around your wrists, he slides them up your arms and around your back where he encloses your waist with his arms.

“Okay.”

And this time, you’re aware of yourself surging forward to press your lips against Sejanus’.

At first, you tell yourself you’re doing it to complete your empty confession. Nothing but tying a pretty and large bow on top of your hard work. But then, when Sejanus pulls you closer into a hug, and you trail your hands to the back of his head as he starts kissing you with an open mouth, you realize that you’re kissing Sejanus because you want to.

Because he’s attractive and sweet and unlike anyone else around you. He’s a breath of fresh air, despite his troubles that sometimes constrict your airflow with the stress his actions cause you and others.

It all seems worth it when Sejanus pulls up the back of your button up shirt and presses his hand flat against your back. His palm is warm, and just the single touch of skin on skin ignites something deep in you.

You spread your legs more from where you’re straddling him until you’re sitting on his lap instead of holding yourself up on your knees. There’s many layers between you both, your pleated overskirt a notable one that causes trouble, but you can still feel Sejanus through it all. His thighs thick and comfortable, a slight tent in his trousers that’s surely just his dick existing in a flaccid state. You grind against him once, one firm and fluid push and pull motion of your hips, and Sejanus cants his hips up into yours. You’re sure it won’t take much to get him hard.

To put your theory to test, you grind down onto Sejanus again, and he’s quickly groaning, pulling away from your lips to knock his forehead against yours as his hand digs into your hip. You don’t bother hiding your smile, Sejanus’ eyes are closed anyway.

You use the time to run your hands along the sides of his head, fingers tickling along the short hairs at the sides. Sejanus is silent, taking steady breaths, and it’s then that the weight of the situation dawns on you.

Surely Doctor Gaul didn’t have this in mind when she sent you to the Plinth house. Yet, her words ring throughout your otherwise empty head.

“Your classmate, Mr. Plinth. He’s going to be a problem. Stop him while he’s ahead.”

And when you dared to question her on why you had to be the one to do it, and not another student like Coriolanus Snow for example, she glared at you. Her back seemingly got straighter, the chip on her shoulder grew to double its original size.

“Don’t you want a spot at the University? Prove yourself to me here, and surely your application can be boosted to the right people, a few good words whispered in their ears. That is if you succeed. Placate him. Put a pink pacifier in his mouth and a bonnet on his head for all I care just shut him up.”

Her words were stern, absolutely no room for argument, which is why you packed your things up and accepted your fate. But here, like this, is this how you’re going to placate Sejanus Plinth?

Is this a means to get him to trust you? To keep his mouth shut on matters of the Capitol? Or do you really want this?

Sejanus’ hands slide down your sides and settle right above your ass. You can’t help but wish they would go just a little further down.

His touch is sturdy and strong. You feel comfortable in his hands.

“We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” you tell him, your words soft spoken and almost vulnerable. You curse yourself for them, but Sejanus doesn’t seem to latch onto the tone. He doesn’t use your moment of vulnerability to his advantage, like predator to prey.

Instead, he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

“I would like to continue. If you feel the same.”

You use your hands at the side of his head to push his visage back, latching your lips onto his gratefully.

From there, things move fairly fast.

You make quick work of your button up, pushing the buttons out of the slits so you can peel the shirt off all together. It’s thrown behind you, likely to end at the foot of the bed along with your outwear.

You don’t want to stop kissing Sejanus, but you let him pull away when you realize he wants to look at you. You're wearing a shirt, just a thin fitted camisole, but Sejanus still drinks in the sight anyway.

His eyes, a little lidded yet no less interested in your presence, graze over your décolletage. When you realize he’s content with just staring, you latch your hands onto the hem of the camisole and peel it over your head, exposing your plain black bra, the final layer of your top half.

Sejanus takes a deep breath, you both hear it and see it, and only when he has returned to his normal breathing pattern does he speak.

“May I?”

You nod, sitting up a little straighter as Sejanus’ hands trail up from your ass to the back of your bra. You expect him to struggle for a second, maybe fumble around and pull the back in the wrong direction once or twice.

But in one motion Sejanus has your bra unclasped and he’s pulling it off of your shoulders.

He palaces the garment gently beside you both, far enough away to not disturb you in the meantime.

You briefly step off of Sejanus to pull your trousers off, and Sejanus does the same once his shirt is off. Yet he removes his pants with slight difficulty. He’s too eager, he forgets to undo the button at first, and then the pants get caught at his feet. But eventually, there is a matching set of Academy rogue uniforms at the foot of Sejanus’ bed, and you’re sitting atop of him once more, playing with his hair while he blatantly stares at your tits.

“You can look and touch, Sejanus,” you tell him, voice light and a little giggly. Sejanus laughs a little at himself, raising a hand and resting it on your breast. He’s stiff at first, and you’re about to open your mouth and tell him what to do, but then he’s rubbing his thumb over your nipple before rolling it in between his fingers and you’re stunned. You sigh gratefully, hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut.

You let him continue fondling your breast, already desperately desiring more, and that feeling only multiplies whenever Sejanus latches his lips onto your pert nipple. He could do anything to you right now and you would melt. You would have never guessed that Sejanus Plinth of all people could have this effect on you.

He has you frantically grinding your cunt against his boxers. He has you whining at basically no stimulation, both satisfied with what you’re being given and also calling for more. He has you eagerly pushing your panties to the side to allow your cunt to catch the cotton fabric without anything in the way.

Sejanus unlatches from your nipple at this, staring down at you with weathered breaths. You think you can hear him swear, but you can’t really hear anything through the thick haze already settling in your mind. The one that drives you to get what you want, no matter what’s required of you to get it.

When he licks around your nipple one more time, you see it, Sejanus’ eyes big and full of wonder, no hatred or sadness in them. Maybe he is being placated.

You want Sejanus. It’s something you admit to yourself briefly, not letting the thought sit in your brain long enough for you to feel any emotion attached to it. At least, not any real emotions as the only thing you can feel is a desire to bond with Sejanus in a way you’ll never be able to take back.

As you’re guiding his hand down to your center, you consider it, how things would be after this occurrence with Sejanus. Did it mean more to him than it did to you? Did it mean anything to you?

Sejanus’ pointer and ring finger glide along your panties and any other thoughts you have rushing through your brain leaves, replacing with a chant of more, more, more.

You stare down at him with what you’re sure is hunger in your eyes. Your forehead knocks against Sejanus’ as he circles your clit, and you can’t help but wonder how he’d found it so easily, only fumbling once before he made contact.

Maybe Sejanus is more experienced than you thought.

He’s preparing you, circling your clit long enough for your cunt to start leaking, creating a steadily growing patch in your panties. But, you’re impatient.

Your fingers roll down the waistband of Sejanus’ boxers enough to free his cock, unable to hold back the embarrassingly comical face you make. You can feel it in the way your features contort, and you can see it with the way Sejanus looks up at you, amusement in his brown eyes and a big grin taking over his usually stoic face.

All he says is “yeah”, his free hand cupping your cheek while his other hand starts to pump two fingers in and out of you. He’s a little cocky about it, at least that’s how you read it. You’re missing the slight insecurity that lays across his face.

You would tell Sejanus that you’re unsure about taking all of him, but your refusal to admit defeat prevents you from uttering the confession. Instead, you shuffle down his body without breaking eye contact, momentarily mourning the loss of his thick fingers inside of you before you focus on your new task.

“Can I suck you off?”

He stares at you, hesitating, blinking a few times, and you figure it’s just taking a second for him to process. You spend the time gliding your nails down his abdomen, scraping the perfected ends in the hair under his navel that leads to his cock. You go further down, raking the red manicure through the (thankfully) trimmed hair at the base of his cock.

It’s when your hand hesitates right above Sejanus’ cock that he responds.

His answer is quick, curt, and simple, even though he stutters through it the first time.

You smile and settle yourself between his thighs completely, circling your hand around the end of him. You try not to let his girth intimidate you, instead you spend a few moments shamelessly ogling at his—admittedly pretty—cock before getting in the position you’ve become fairly accustomed to in your final semester at the Academy.

He’s big, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with thus far, and uncut. Impressive in a nice combination of length and girth, although he’s slightly wider than he is long. You don’t know if the width making up for the length will have any difference when he will inevitably stretch out your mouth.

You relax your jaw and stick your tongue out a little to prepare to rest his weight along the muscle. Just the first touch of his tip against your tongue makes Sejanus gasp a little. It’s small, and if the room wasn’t as silent as it is maybe you wouldn’t have heard.

But you did.

You let your eyes flicker up towards him as you lick around his tip, laying your tongue flat and gliding it over his slit.

Sejanus’ hands grip the sheets beside his hips, which flex a little as if he’s about to fully sheath all of him inside of you at once. You don’t bother hiding the smirk that spreads across your lips when he notices he doesn’t.

“So obedient,” you murmur, perhaps for him to hear, too. Either way, Sejanus hums and nods.

His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes somehow prominent even against his tan skin and in the steadily lowering light in the bedroom. With his chest rising and falling, and his curls falling over his forehead, he looks pretty.

Sejanus Plinth has always been pretty. You find no shame in admitting it.

You briefly tear your eyes away from one pretty sight to another. There’s a trail of almost clear fluid running form from Sejanus’ tip, glistening along the side of him. You follow it with your eyes for one second, and then let your tongue follow the same path.

You don’t focus much on the flavor, it’s not your main focus at all currently. Instead, you focus on the pleasure that takes over Sejanus’ being.

This time, he lets his hands find your head, a large palm cupping the side with the tips of his fingers digging into your hair. You expect him to push you further down like men in the past have, but he doesn’t. His hand doesn’t do anything at all.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, being treated this fragile. You don’t know if you like it or not but you also decide not to focus on it at all.

There’s nothing to focus on other than Sejanus.

Having cleaned him up a little, you wrap your lips around his tip with intentions to make more of a mess. You sink down on him slowly, trying to pace yourself, but it’s hard whenever Sejanus is making such pretty noises above you.

Small whines that get trapped in his throat, transforming into something that sounds more similar to a groan. When you look at him, you see his eyes heavy lidded, almost closed, as he stares down at you. His heavy eyebrows create a shadow that makes his gaze look intimidating. Briefly, you see Sejanus for what he could be perhaps with time, a man who’s tough and takes what he wants. It’s wishful thinking that Sejanus Plinth could become like this, but you can easily see yourself with a man like that, completely comfortable with the familiar go-getter attitude of the Capitol.

Really, Sejanus Plinth is the opposite, a man who works towards what he wants out of desire to do good.

His hand strokes your cheek and he nods.

“You’re so good at this. Please, keep going.”

You didn’t even know you needed it, but the encouragement from Sejanus makes you breathe through your nose a little more pointedly as you take the final bit of him that you can fit.

It’s not all—you don’t know if you could fit all of Sejanus without training—but for your first time it’s enough.

You let your mouth hang open to allow any remnants of saliva to drizzle down the rest of Sejanus, gathering it in your fist and using the lubrication to comfortably stroke the rest of Sejanus’ length.

It takes you a little while to get in a rhythm. You forcibly control your gag reflex and breathe through your nose but even then, with each movement down and up, you feel like you’re choking on Sejanus’ cock.

You pull off of him after only a few moments, taking the time to swallow and breathe without controlling it. He lets you take your time, not a single complaint leaving his lips as he patiently waits for your lips to find him once more.

You continue to suck Sejanus off, now needing some attention yourself. You fix the way you’re sitting to spread your legs enough to position the heel of your foot against your cunt. It’s slightly uncomfortable, your foot a little too hard for your delicate center, but it thoroughly gets the job done as your eyes flutter shut when you feel the friction.

You hollow your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip of Sejanus before sinking back down on him. He groans, low and deep in his chest. His head falls back and thuds against the padded headboard. His legs lift at the knee for a second, before they meet the mattress once more. And finally, the hand on your head gains pressure. He pushes you down a little, not nearly enough weight for you to have to fight against, more like a calm encouragement.

One you take confidently, sinking yourself all the way down and removing your hand from the base of Sejanus’ cock. You can’t stay like this for long, your throat is already threatening to seize up, but you slink your hand down to Sejanus’ balls, fondle and massage them in your hand for long enough, and then he’s digging his hand into your scalp and gripping for dear life.

He grunts through gritted teeth, his hands get tighter in your hair, and you realize that he’s trying to pull you off of him.

“I’m close,” he says your name urgently, “you gotta get off. ‘M gonna…”

His hips twitch up towards you, you swear you feel his cock twitch, too, and then Sejanus spurts warm cum straight down your throat.

You slide off of Sejanus, letting his cum trickle down along the way, freeing most of it from your mouth. Sejanus watches. He licks his lips just before you do the same to yours, and you’re quick to lean up before you swallow the rest of him.

His hand still hasn’t left your hair, so he just slides it down to the side of your neck as your lips meet in the middle.

The kiss is hot, to put it simply. Sejanus’ other hand is on your lower back, then your breast, then your ass, before finding a home between your thighs. He presses his tongue against yours, not caring about the remnants of his cum on your muscle. In fact, he licks around your mouth, running his tongue at the back of your teeth for good measure.

By the time you pull away, you figure that after he’s shot a load right onto your tongue and then licked it off, Sejanus would be done. You expected him to kiss your cheeks and maybe offer a glass of water like the gentleman he is.

But instead, Sejanus stares up at you with wide eyes, lacking any sign of exhaustion. “Can I…” he starts then stops, glancing down at where you’re still straddling his softening cock. His fingers start to run up and down your cunt.

He starts again. “Can I make you feel good, too?”

His questions shocks you a little. Yeah, you didn’t cum, but you didn’t expect Sejanus to focus on that. Besides, that’s not why you’re here. Or, it’s not why you’ve done what you did. You gave Sejanus head because you expected him to be in a sex haze after that, maybe believing he was linked to you in a way that would demand he abided by your pleas.

(At least, that’s what you reason with yourself)

At this point, if you let him get you off, it would be just a bit of fun. You’re tempted to say yes, your lips forming the simple word, but just then you tell him:

“You don’t have to.”

Sejanus’ eyebrows furrow. “But I want to.”

God, it’s becoming harder and harder for you to say no.

“Not today, Sej,” you hope the nickname (that you’ve never said before nor have you ever heard anyone call him that) would make him give in. “It’s getting late and I have to get home and … your parents, they should be home soon, too, right?”

His face deflates and once more, you briefly feel bad. Guilt weighs on your shoulders. Fear that you’d just missed out on something that will never come your way again settles behind your eyes. He removes his hand.

He nods, rubbing his lips together before nodding again. “Yes. Yeah. Okay. I understand.”

It’s not long after that you’re standing at the Plinth front door, one hand on the knob and the other holding your bag.

Sejanus stands in front of you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Despite your previous rejections, his face still has a different glow to it now, taking over the previous shadow that resided on his features whenever you arrived earlier.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

The way he says it is full of expectancy, like you’re a thing now. It’s odd that your smile is genuine.

“Yeah.”

You take a step closer to him. “And think about what we talked about okay?” Before I sucked your dick, you resist adding. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Sejanus smiles softly, takes a step forward, staring down at you with something like amusement in his eyes. As if he’s pleased by you caring about him.

“Okay. I will.” As he reassures you, he leans in until your lips are pressed together a final time. You don’t want to leave the kiss, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his rest on your lower back.

He pulls back, his features all around a little softer.

“Promise?” you ask.

“Promise,” he confirms.

For some reason, you don’t believe him.

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Unwavering Presence Chapter 7

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: Rhys and Reader get into an argument that leads to a moment Under the mountain that Y/N would rather forget. And when things don't go as planned at the prison, Y/N must confront her sister after learning just how much Feyre was suffering.

Content Warnings: our FMC being put on a leash (Literally), mentions of abuse potential abuse to children (there is none! just the idea is brought up) , mentions of suicidal ideation, Nightmares, angst

Word Count: 6.5K

Masterlist Chapter 6

Unwavering Masterlist

After finishing the awkward dinner, I made my way to my room and changed out of my dress and put on my silk pajamas sighing at the comfort. Cassian had walked me to my room in silence though his pinky was still entwined in mine and when he dropped me off, he murmured a good night and kissed my hand before heading to bed. His lips against my skin, caused heat to rise in my cheeks and I found myself quickly hiding in my room trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

I walked over to my desk and grabbed my journal from my cloak pocket, ever since Cassian bought it, it has been on my person I never leave it. I took a seat and was about ready to write when there was a knock on my door, “Come in.” Rhys walked in.

He leaned against the door, crossing his arms and his ankles leaning against the dark ornate wood. “Did you have to be so hard on her?”

I closed my notebook and let my fingers graze the leather the indents of the ivy engraved in the leather, and finally meeting is eyes, “She’s acting like a child.” She crossed her arms, “She was also extremely rude, and you and your family didn’t deserve that.”

Rhys smirked, and tilted his head, “You know we have been around a long time we can handle ourselves.”

I shrugged and crossed my legs on the bench. “Just because you can doesn’t mean that a friend can’t come to your defense.” I bit my lip, “Even when she feels guilty of her previous behavior to you and is super apologetic.”

Rhys crinkled his nose and made his face so youthful, something I noticed I didn’t see much under the mountain, and I giggled, and confusion fell over the high lord’s features, “What?”

My giggles softened and I gave him a smile, “I enjoy seeing you outside Amarantha.” I could see him physically restrain himself from wincing at her name, but I continued as I stood and made my way to him, “You look so free. Youthful even.”

Rhys smiled, “Well aren’t you sweet,” He opened his arm and I slid into his side as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me close. “Feyre and I are heading to the prison tomorrow.” I must have had a confused look on my face because he continued, “The prison is where we keep some of the most ancient and vile fae and magical beings. Under a mountain at the edge of Night Court border.”

I meet his violet eyes, “Rhysand, you’re taking her under another mountain.” His lips were a tight line. “What is in there that is so important?”

Rhys remained silent for a moment, “I wouldn’t ask her if I didn’t think the answer, we could find there were important.” Rhys eyes hardened, “The information wouldn’t tip the scales in our favor for the impending war.”

I scooted out of his grasp and his gaze softened. “Why Feyre?”

“The inmate we would be seeing won’t talk to me, but will talk to Feyre Cursebreaker, that I have no doubt about.”

I Internally cringed at the title, tampering that unprecedented jealousy, the title proved she was important in Prythian’s history. Further proved that I was not. Clearing my throat I asked, “She’s okay with it?”

He nodded, “You are an important part of our history too you know?”

I stood up and turned my back to him checking and grumbled, “Get out of my head, High Lord.”

“Your shields are solid, Angel, you wear your heart on your sleeve.” I turned and scowled at him which only caused him to chuckle, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Feyre may have broken the curse, but no one in that ballroom will easily forget about the human girl who stood in front of those two Fae children and took their punishment for them.”

My heart stopped as the sound of fabric ripping echoed the cavern hall. Amarantha with lethal calm turned to see two small fae girls frozen in place with fear. Their hands clasped together. Terror exploded on their features. Amarantha’s smile was sinister, as she steps down from the dais, “What did you two do?” My gaze drifts to my sister who is on Rhysand’s lap head laying on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her shoulders as her eyes drift close, probably the effects of the fae wine taking hold of her as Rhysand sipped from his own cup. He had since given up forcing me to drink it after I spit it out on his shoes. Though Feyre doesn’t remember

Turning back to the young girls as Amarantha was waiting for them to answer the two simply trembled in response a puddle was forming under one of them and my heart broke. The longer the two girls remained silent the irater Amarantha became “You two ingrates ruined my dress! You should haven’t been that close to royalty. Clearly your useless parents didn’t teach you respect. So, allow me.”

Her hand raised up and my feet moved before I could think about what I was doing and suddenly I pulled the girls behind me before Amarantha’s hand collided with my cheek. The girls screamed but I turned to them, “It’s okay. Go find your mother. Wipe your tears and hold your head high.” The girls both did and lifted their chin as they briskly walked to their mother, and I turned to the seething fae female before me.

“You had no right-“

I interrupted her my chin high, “They are children. What they did was an accident. If a punishment must be implemented, I will take it in their place.”

Amarantha eyes flared her stare made me shift the sheer red fabric that shifts to orange at the bottom covering very little of my body moved with my fidgeting. Her eyes then moved to find those two girls, she found them cowering in the arms of their mother, “The cauldron has blessed you both. You should be grateful.” She takes a step forward and her finger touches one end of my collar bone and slides to the other side smearing the paint Rhys’ wraiths painted on me. “Y/N Archeron, twin sister of Feyre.” She circles me like predator waiting for the kill. She stands behind me, her nail grazing the fabric on my shoulder, I fought off a shutter as she faced me again, “You’re a pretty little thing, for human filth. Bold too. Interrupting me not only during my punishment but as I was speaking too.” She tsks as the hand that provided false gentleness collided with my cheek once more her nails scraping skin. She gripped my chin and forced me to look at her, “A foolish human girl, who risked her life for two fae children. What a silly thing to do.”

“Children human or otherwise-“

Faster than a blink a piece of Amarantha’s dress was torn from the dress and shoved into my mouth she worked on getting another stripped around my wrist. “I grow tired of you speaking, girl.” She cinches the fabric against my wrist tightly causing me to shriek in pain. She turned me to face her again and she smiled, “Much better. "Now the question is, what to do for your punishment?”

I tested my binds, and she pressed me to your back. “Hmm I think your punishment will be someone else’s reward.” She looked out into the crowd and I allowed myself to look at Rhysand and my sister. The High Lord’s face revealed nothing but there was a prickle in my mind and his voice filtered in my head,

Breathe. I’m sorry Y/N, I cannot help you.

In the hopes he could hear me, those girls didn’t deserve to see the cruelties of this world just yet. Try to keep their innocence.

To my surprised he gave a curt nod before he drank the rest of his wine and Amarantha’s voice bellowed through the hall, “Eris Vanserra, please step forward.”

I looked out for Lucien and saw his face frown as his eldest brother stepped forward. The male was handsome his tan skin and gold eyes were warm but hardened. Amarantha pushed me forward and I whimpered muffled through the gag as she forced me to my knees, and she gripped the back of my head pressing down until my forehead hit the floor. “Stay there, Pet. Until he tells you otherwise, “her slim hands left my body as she spoke to the eldest brother, “You have done exceptional work, and it has not gone unnoticed. There was a long pause, “As a treat, one of the Archeron twins to use however, you please. You can deposit her in her cell in the morning.”

“Thank you, My Queen. Your gift is beyond gracious. I am truly humbled.” My heartrate spiked, and I tried to shift pain racking in my knees.

Breathe. Through your nose. Rhys’ voice instructed and I followed his instruction.

A calloused hand hoisted me up to my feet and I looked up to find Eris smirking at me. “I don’t think the gag is necessary don’t you.” I nodded, “Open, Love.” I opened my mouth, and he removed the fabric from my mouth. I coughed, and he tipped my chin up to face him, and he gave me a cold smile as his toned arm wrapped around my waist, undoing the binds, “I don’t think you need this either. and pulled me close, his breath warm on my ear. The smell of an autumn day filled my nostrils. He whispered low enough that no one could hear, "Y/N Archeron, let’s give them a good performance. Keep your face neutral and do everything I say."

He gripped me tightly, and a gasp escaped my lips as my chest was flushed to his, his lips kissed my ear, “We must make it believable, Love. Say ‘Yes Master’ if you understand.”

“Yes Master.”

He growled in my ear his hand gripped my skin tightly, “Good Girl,” He slapped the bare area of my ass causing me to yelp. He waves his hand and flames circled around my neck, the end of the flame in Eris hands. “Let us do a lap, pet and then we go to bed.” He yanked my leash pulling me closer to him, “Let’s start with thanking the High Lord of the Night Court for dressing you in Autumn Colors.” He looked at me expectantly.

I take in a deep breath, “Yes Master.”

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, “Good Girl.”

Rhysand snapped his finger in my face. Worry written on his features stars were banked out. “What did he do to you, Angel?”

I feign ignorance, “Who?”

Rhys gave me a knowing look, “You know who. Don’t play dumb.”

I rolled my eyes, “Nothing happened worth talking about.”

Rhys growled anger morphing into his face, “I saw his intentions, If he touch-“

I rubbed my temples and groaned, “Fuck No.” I looked at him anger boiling, “I don’t talk about it because he asked me not to.”

Rhys blinked taken aback, “Why protect him?” he crossed his arms.

I gritted my teeth, “Stop pushing.” I walked over to my door and opened it, “Take care of my sister tomorrow. Good night.”

Rhys sighs as he stood and walked over to me. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just saying you were just as brave and just as much a victim there as Feyre. Talking about it could be helpful.”

I gave him a hard stare, “I know, Rhys. I appreciate you keeping that door open. I do. You don’t know what happened that night. But trust me when I say that nothing happened that night that I mean it.”

Rhys clenched his fist, “Eris is a monster.”

I bite my lip, “Well, people could and have said the same about you. Yet I trusted you. Good night, Rhysand.” I slammed the door before he could get another word in and locked the door.

I couldn’t sleep that night; I kept tossing and turning. Flashes of Under the Mountain and Amarantha, The wyrm, and those girls, forcing their way into my dreams that I began to sweat. I pulled off my covers and wandered to the family library.

I rubbed my eyes as I walked in and found Cassian sitting in the chair, a glass in his hand staring at the fire. He was wearing black silk lounge pants and a lounge shirt that hugged his taught muscles his wings relaxed but sprawled slightly, his ebony locks up in a bun. I tried to back away before he could catch me, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” I sighed as his warm eyes met mine, he patted the chair next to him, “Come on, Princess, talk to me.”

I dragged my feet over there and plopped on a chair, “Rhys and I got into an argument.”

Cassian nodded and handed me a glass. I took it and tried to ignore the feeling in my chest when our fingers touched. “Want to talk about it?”

I took a sip letting the burn of alcohol ease down my throat and looked at the fire. “Something that happened when we were Under the Mountain. I don’t want to go into details. He just assumes one thing happened and when it didn’t.”

His hummed, “Would it be about what happened when you saved those girls?”

I turned my head to him, “You know about that?”

Cassian gave me a warm smile, “Sweetheart, a human girl put her life on the line to save to fae children from getting harmed. Rhys may have told me when he got home, because he had never met anyone, a human no less, defend a child while being under there. But when the curse was lifted, everyone brought up about your bravery.”

I bit my lip, “It was an accident they didn’t deserve whatever cruel punishment Amarantha was going to endure. Anyone would have done that.”

Calloused fingers moved my face to meet his eyes slight ire there, “No, Princess, they wouldn’t. They should but they wouldn’t. Especially if that meant you were Eris’ pet for the evening.”

I groaned pulling away from his touch and taking my drink, slamming the rest of the contents in my mouth. “Not you too.”

“He’s dangerous from what Rhys said he had you in a collar on a leash.”

I gritted my teeth, “Drop it, Cassian.”

He sighed, “It wouldn’t be the first time he did something heinous, have you talked to Mor about this?”

“No and I wasn’t planning on it.”

“You should than you would understand Rhys’ concern-“

I stood up, slamming the glass on the table, “He took me to his room, gave me his jacket to wear, and let me sleep on his bed while he slept in the chair. Is that what you want to hear? Because that’s what fucking happened, Cassian. He didn’t hurt me; he didn’t touch me past having a hand on my back. He let me have a good night’s rest. That’s. it.”

Cassian blinked, “The collar. The leash made of fire; Rhys said you had burns.”

“Amarantha had expectations, we met them.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not saying he’s perfect or not a piece of shit. I’m saying that on that evening specifically, he didn’t do a damn thing to me.”

Cassian’s brow furrowed and his lips formed a tight line, contemplating. “Fine, so he didn’t hurt you or force you to do anything why not tell Rhys that?”

“Because Eris asked me not to tell anyone what happened that night and I wanted to honor that not because I wanted to protect him but because I owed him. And given the look you’re giving me. I don’t think he would believe me either.” I bowed my head, “Goodnight, General.”

I turned only for a hand to circle my wrist, “I believe you, Princess.” I faced him, he rose from is seat and his face held no trace of humor, his form towering over me. “I believe you, and he would to, but I know there is more you’re not telling me.”

“I am.” I didn’t bother hiding it. “But anything past what I already told you is not my story to tell. I hope you can respect that I won’t share it.”

Cassian nodded, “I understand.”

I took my free hand into his, “Why are you awake?”

Cassian sat back down and smirked, “What keeps anyone from sleeping, Princess?”

I blinked surprised by the question I asked when we first met, “Nightmares...”

I released his hand and noticed he flexed his fingers like he yearned for my touch as I sat on the chair across from him. “Yeah, I don’t get them often, but when I do, they’re…realistic enough to keep me awake.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, his face looked haunted.

“No.” He gave me a small smile, “But thank you for the offer, you should try to go to sleep.”

“You should as well.”

“I’m going to have a hard time falling asleep.” He retorted.

“Me too.”

He chuckled and I stood and held out my hand. “Come on, General.”

Cassian placed his hand in mine and tugged indicating I wanted him up, he stood, his wings rustling. I led him over to the couch and sat patting my lap. “Sweetheart, I would squish you if I sat on your lap.”

“Is it a requirement that to be in this court you have to be a smart ass? I want you to lay your head on my lap, Darling.” His stunned look told me no one has ever given him a pet name before, but he slowly sits and adjusts his wings in a position that is comfortable but won’t hurt me and finally he lays his head down on my lap. His eyes look up to mine and I smile as I pull the tie that is keeping his hair bound.

“What are you doing?”

I smiled, as thoughts from the week before coming to my mind, “I know when I’m not going to win a battle, General.” I wink at him, “I’m compromising.” His eyes twinkle in recognition of my words. He turns his head as I begin running my fingers through his hair he sighs in contentment. “Close your eyes, Cassian.” I watched his lids flutter shut and his breathing deepening as I kept weaving my fingers through his hair and I started to hum a lullaby and in seconds the General was asleep on my lap, and I leaned my head back as the smell of him calmed me and my eyes grew heavy and with my hand through his hair. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Cassian’s POV

I woke up to the sun illuminating behind my eye lids. Though I realized I’m not in my room but the library. The memory of the night before came back to me. I shifted to find Y/N sleeping, her head leaning against the bookshelf. I gently sat up careful not to disturb her, but she stirred as I moved into a seated position. Her eyes lit up by the morning sky coming in from the window. Even as she woke, she was radiant like a gift from the mother herself. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” She mumbled as she tried to blink away the sleepiness from her eyes.

I smiled, “Yeah, Princess, did you? I’m sorry you fell asleep sitting up.”

She waved me off as she took the hair bind, I used to tie my hair and placed her hair in a bun few strands framing her face. Beautiful. “I have had to sleep in worse conditions than this. I just wanted to make sure you got sleep.” Another yawn from her. I stood up and stretched my sore wings.

I grinned at her, and she gave me a lazy smile back, “Thank you, Princess,” I held out my hand to her, “Let’s get you some breakfast,” she slipped her hand in mine, and it was dwarfed in mine and had tiny callouses from hunting, fighting, and training. I help her up and I go to release her hand, but she keeps a hold of mine as we exit the library and head toward the dining room. “Sweetheart, don’t you want to get dressed?”

“No, I want to eat.” She paused and looked at our hands and let go missing her warmth in my palm in an instant, “I’m sorry if you want to-“

I held my hand up, “Not at all, lead the way, Archeron.”

There was a glint in her eyes and her smile was mischievous, “Last one to the dining room has to do 50 pushups at training today.” Before I can respond to her challenge she bolts. I chuckled and waited about a minute before I chased after her. It only took me a couple of strides to catch up with her and past her, “No!” She huffed as I reached the double doors, opening for me and skidded to a halt barely winded as Y/N got there and placed her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. “Stupid fae speed.”

I laughed and ruffled her hair, and she swatted at me, “Maybe next time I will let you win. However, you owe me 50 pushups.” She groaned, and I placed a hand on her back and led her to the chair where food appeared on her chair. Only then acknowledging the short black haired fae who quirked her brow. “Morning, Tiny one.” Amren glared at me, and I grinned, “She challenged me to a race and lost.” I explained.

Amren snorted sipping her goblet, “Girl, if you are going to survive here, you have to pick and choose your battles properly.”

Y/N stabbed my eggs, “I thought I had a chance.”

Before I could counter Rhys and Feyre winnowed in, Feyre stormed out of the dining room ignoring everyone including her sister. I could see the pain in Y/N’s face as she looked over to my brother. “We need to talk, Y/N.” His face was stony, and I could see the light dim in Y/N’s eyes as she shrunk in her seat.

Rhysand walked over to her and held out his arm. Y/N pushed the plate away, not being able to get a bite and making a note to make sure she ate before we trained. She stood and walked past him ignoring his arm and heading out into the hall.

Rhysand.

My brother paused as I sent my thoughts to his mind. What?

Apologize to her, she told me what happened with Eris. He let her sleep and get a good’s night sleep. That’s it.

You believe her?

I growled at him, Yes. As should you. She has never given you a reason not to believe her.

Rhys gave a nod still not facing me as he walked from the room. Before leaving completely he whispered in my mind She might need you in a few minutes.

I looked to Amren to find her looking at me with her scrutinizing gaze. “What?”

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked her as she took another sip of her goblet.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” She looked at the door that Rhys and Y/N walked through, “She’s a force even for a mere human. Willing to stand up to her own blood for Fae she doesn’t know well.”

I smiled, “She’s got a warrior’s heart. Someone just needs to remind her that she doesn’t need to take care of everyone else, that she should take care of herself.”

“Hmm someone like the General of the Night Court’s armies?” Amren questioned her red lips quirked up a bit.

I took a bite of my food, ignoring her inquiry, “Mind your business.”

Reader POV

Rhys walked out of the dining room after having a conversation with Cassian and Amren. My mood had quickly shifted with Feyre looking upset and the hard look Rhys gave me after our argument last night. “Follow me.” He led us up to his study, I shut the door behind me and leaned against the door as he sat in the chair behind his desk.

The room had various paintings of maps of not only Prythian but constellations of the night sky, and on a desk flushed against the wall was a model with all the planets. “Please make yourself comfortable.” His voice was formal not teasing like he was the day before. I didn’t move, He looked up and my feelings of his behavior changed must have been apparent on my face as Rhys sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. “I owe you an apology.” I bit my lip and looked at my feet. “I should have dropped the Eris subject last night when you asked.”

I looked at him a steeliness in my tone, “Yes you should have.” He flinched, I walked toward him and sat across from him holding out my hand. “Let me show you.”

Rhys shook his head, “Y/N you don-“

“Rhys just shut up and do it.” He nodded and took my hand and I let him into my mind and showed him Eris giving me his tunic, him tucking me into bed, and him sitting on the chair, eyes watching me as I fell asleep. I broke off the connection. “I wouldn’t lie, Rhys.”

Rhys nodded, “I know, which is why I want to apologize.” He walked around the desk and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry for pushing. I’m sorry for not believing you. I will spend so many days being sorry so long as you stop looking at me like I am stranger and just your High Lord and not your friend.”

I gave him a smile and I wrapped my arms around him, “All is forgiven, unless you did something to make Feyre so upset. Then I’m kicking your ass.”

He laughed, but his face grew solemn, “Y/N, she needs you.” My forehead creased, “She never went into the prison today she got scared, that wasn’t her fault, but Y/N, I need you to understand just how not well she’s doing.”

I meet his violet eyes his stars gone, “Show me.”

Rhys gripped the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mind as I let him in and flashes of her throwing up the night before from the nightmares Her screams echoing the halls, Rhys comforting her. He flashes me to the week I hid myself after she accused me of abandoning her and she tells Rhys how nice it would feel to die, and I felt my chest tighten. Rhysand immediately talking her out of that headspace. Her gaunt haunted face through Rhysand’s eyes.

His claws released my mind, but Rhys held me close as tears and panic rose through me. “Y/N, it’s not your fault.”

“She wants to die. How did I not feel that? How did I miss it? I’m a terrible sister.” My voice barely above a whisper as the images whirl around my brain a never ending loop of Feyre’s pain.

Rhys grips my neck tightly, “Stop it.” I met his gaze as he pulls his face away from mine, “Stop beating yourself up. You didn’t know.”

“BUT I SHOULD HAVE!” I erupted causing Rhys to jump back, “I was so mad! I couldn’t even look at her only to find out she has been hating herself.” I stood and began to pace, “I promised my mom that I would take care of her. But I let her go out into the forest only going out with her scarcely, I let Tamlin sink his teeth into her with his sweet words, and soft touches. I let her think I abandoned her.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, please calm down.” Rhys tried to grab my shoulder and I shook him off.

My breathing became short and erratic, “What if she would have taken her life when Tamlin kicked me out of his court. What if she did it and I never apologized.” I rubbed my hand on my chest, “It would have been my fault. Oh gods.” Breathing became difficult and my hearing muffled I didn’t even notice the door open. Strong arms wrapped around me and flushed up against a strong toned chest the smell of leather and sandalwood surrounded me. I leaned my head back as tears flowed freely.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Cassian whispered in my ear, he pressed his lips to the top of my ear. He led me to the couch to sit and he lightly bended my head in between my knees. “Inhale,” he commanded his voice not that of a general, but I couldn’t place the gentle yet firm tone in it, and I take a breath, “hold it,” I did for a moment, “Exhale slowly,” He exhaled with me his hand rubbing circles around my back. “That’s my girl, again,” He guided me through some deep breaths, and I began to calm down. I slowly sat up and I met his Hazel eyes his hand continued to rub my back, “Hi.”

“Hi.” I whispered.

“You okay?” I nodded and gripped my chin, “I need you to say it, baby.”

“I’m okay.” I murmured, I leaned my head on his shoulder, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. We’re not training today.” I tried to protest but before I could open my mouth he said, “Don’t fight with me. You need to take it easy, and by the sounds of it you need to have a talk with your sister.”

I lifted my head, “Okay.” I looked at Rhys, “I’m sor-“

Rhys growled, “Do not apologize for letting your feelings out.” He kissed the top of my head, “You’re scared for your sister and want to take her pain away. I understand. I had a feeling this might happen due to how much you love her. But don’t apologize for feeling these feelings, okay?”

I sniffled, Cassian’s hand grounding me, “Even if I was a contributing factor to her pain.”

“She doesn’t see it that way. When we were outside the prison, she wished you were there. That doesn’t sound like someone who is contributing to her pain.” Rhys said. “Stay here for as long as you need.” Rhys walked away and shut the door the soft clicking felt loud against my ears.

“You don’t need to stay here, Cass,” I said as I straightened my back.

He laughed, “I’m not going anywhere, unless you ask me to. Would you like me to leave?” I bit my lip debating being honest and eventually I just shook my head. “Then I stay.” And we sat like that for a few hours with him rubbing soothingly on my back as my forehead leaned against his shoulder.

When I was finally calm, I parted ways with Cassian, kissing him on the cheek in thanks for once again taking care of me. I could have sworn I saw him blush as he turned and left for his room, but he was gone before I could assess further.

***

Then I changed and found myself outside Feyre’s door, my hand hovering over the wooden panel to knock. Before I could I just hear her go, “Come in, Y/N,”

I opened her door to find scribbling on parchment. I walked in closer and noticed she wasn’t scribbling, she was drawing. Which means she was itching to paint again. She smiled, “I could hear your heartbeat skyrocket in front of my door.

I swallowed the lump down my throat as she put her sketch to the side and faced me.

“I’m sorry.” We both said at the same time we both blinked at each other before we began to laugh.

She got up and pulled me in a bone crushing hug that I returned. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for leaving. I know you wouldn’t have gone willingly. I was just so relieved, hurt and scared that when I saw you I just.”

“Let your inner Nesta out and said things you knew would hurt.” She nodded as she sat back on the bed dragging me with her. “I get it Fey, and I need to apologize to you for my outburst yesterday. I may have been out of line.”

Feyre shook her head, “You weren’t. I was being unfair to them. I meant what I said though.” I frowned, “You seem happier here. Less on edge.”

I nodded my head in agreement, “I am happy.” I smiled and squeezed her hand, “You could be happy here too. They are good Fae either way they are kind, and generous and I think we could fit right in. If you’re open.”

She gave me a small tentative smile, “I can see myself getting to place here. Rhys is not what I expected. He is kind, patient, and sweet.”

I smirked and looked at my nail, “Handsome, charming, alluring,” Feyre shoved me playfully, as I felt what must have been the equivalent to laughter down our bond.

“I mean he is all those things too, but I should have listened to you when you told me to give him a chance.”

“Yeah, probably, but we can’t change the past. We can only move forward, and maybe that starts with us being able to talk again.” I extended the olive branch.

“I would love nothing more, Y/N. I know I have pushed you away, but I have been feeling so lonely and isolated. I want you around.” She looked down at her hands, “I need you around.”

I grabbed her hands and gave them a squeeze, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. Until my heart stops beating. You’re my sister. I will always be there for you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she gripped me in a hug as she sobbed in my shoulder, “I wanted to die.”

I didn’t realize my own tears were falling as I gripped her tightly back, “I know.”

“I don’t how to heal from this.” She whispered.

“We’ll figure it out, together.” I retorted.

“You swear?”

“I swear.” We both hissed as light flashed between us and designs of swirls and two hearts intertwining revealed itself on Feyre’s collarbone, her eyes widened when I moved my tunic shirt to see the same design. “Well, I guess you and I have a bargain, Fey.”

I pulled her back into me for another hug, and we stayed like that for a while, nothing but the crackling of the fire. Staring at the fire my brain led me to that night with Eris.

Eris paraded me around the ballroom keeping me on a short leash as his hand sprawled on my back. He reached the Dais where Amarantha and Tamlin stood, his eyes flicked to me and I could have sworn there was a flicker of a smirk was on his face but it was gone as quickly as it was there. “My queen, I would like to retire with my pet at your approval of course.”

Amarantha should me a glare and I just bow my head avoiding her gaze, “Yes get her out of my sight. Enjoy your reward.”

With a tug of the leash, he walked me out and I had chance to glance at Rhysand who was holding on to a dancing drunken Feyre. When we walked down the hall past the sentries Eris removes the leash and collar of flame and holds out his hand. I hesitated to take it and Eris clicked his tongue, “You attempt to flee, my little ember, and I will make sure you are bound to the point of uselessness.”

My hand finds his and finds they are surprisingly warm. He leads me to his chamber and finds that despite it being in the mountain it looks like it could be a room in a castle. Eris walks in and begins to unbutton his jacket and I tense, fear of what he has planned, He looked at me clearly sensing my fear. Not easing my fears, Eris shook off the jacket and walked over holding it out expecting me to put my arms through. Confusion fell upon me as I slowly moved and slid my arms in the jacket. He pulled me close causing me to gasped and he chuckled in response as he buttoned up the jacket, “There better?”

I nodded, the Autumn Court Prince gripped my arms and led me to the large bed on the side of the room near the fireplace, “Sleep.” He ordered and I crossed my arms. He looked at me expectantly and rolled his eyes and with a wave of his hand my dress was gone and so was the paint. My body was cleaned, the only thing keeping me covered was his jacket.

I bit my lip and I sighed, “That’s all you want me to do sleep?” I regretted asking the question.

His eyes flashed with rage, “What? Expect me to want to ravish you. To hear you cry and beg me to stop when I force myself upon you?” I flinched and looked at the ground. “I like my women consenting and moaning in pleasure not whimpering in fear. Only low bottom feeders get off on such a cruel act. My father being one of them.” He stilled and my head shot up at the admission he gave.

“Does he do that with your mother?” I asked clearly not worried about my well being.

“I would NEVER let him do something so heinous to her.” He snarled and I held my hands up in surrender.

“I meant no ill will toward the question.” He relaxed his shoulders, “You don’t like your father?”

He smiled and the expression was cold and cruel, “Do you like yours Y/N Archeron?”

I crossed my arms and looked away from his eyes. “No, I don’t” I answered.

If Eris was shocked by my honesty he didn’t let on. “Then it looks like you and I have something in common,” He had gotten close to me enough his body was radiating heat and gripped my chin, “Now go to sleep, My Little Ember.”

“What’s in it for you? For holding me here as your pet for the night?” I asked.

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, “You’re a mortal. I should hate you. But I’m vowing you to secrecy, you will not tell a soul, do you understand?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.” He quirked a brow waiting, and I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Master.”

He smiled and kissed my head and I grumbled at the gesture. “Good,” he said, and he leaned in and whispered in my ear and my eyes went wide. He pulled away and patted my cheek, “Now go to sleep pet,” He sat at the chair and opened a book.

I moved to the bed and found sleep the moment my head hit the pillow. It was reckless to sleep with someone as dangerous as Eris near me, but I couldn’t fight the comfort of the bed, the warmth of the fire and exhaustion in my bones. My thoughts swirling of Eris’s plan to become High Lord of Autumn Court.

Chapter 8

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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yayayrnga’

yayayrnga’ [English] adj. confusing

Request from @jumexjuice69 heyyyy :) I was wondering if I could request a neteyam x reader fic where the reader finally has the courage to ask neteyam out and he accidentally forgets which leads to a misunderstanding. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you’re doing well!!

You’ve worked for weeks to gain the courage to ask Neteyam to ride with you, and he doesn’t show up, leaving you devastated and confused.

979 words.

My palms feel sweaty, and my legs shake as I approach Neteyam where he stands with his brother and eldest sister.

Kiri, seeing me approach, breaks out in a teasing smile - she knows what I’m about to do, and will surely begin to tease if I don’t get it out fast enough.

I wanted to find Neteyam alone, but Neteyam is literally never alone. He always has a sibling, parent, or friend nearby. The burden of being eldest son of Taruk Makto, I guess.

“Neteyam?” I ask, clearing my throat as I join their small group. “I’m... going on a ride, tonight. Do you want to join me?”

Kiri giggles a little, but no one seems to notice but me. I can barely look at Neteyam, but force myself to meet his eyes with mine.

He is smiling, wide, down at me. “Yes. Just before sunset?”

I nod, my mouth nearly too dry to speak. “Yes. Meet me at the base of the mountain.”

Neteyam nods, and I scurry away before Kiri or Lo’ak can say anything to tease me.

The sun set two hours ago.

I feel like the biggest moron on the planet, but more than that, I feel really angry.

Even if Neteyam doesn’t like me, the least he can do is pluck up the courage to say no, instead of saying yes and leaving me here like an idiot.

At first, I thought he was just late. After all, he has more responsibilities than anyone else, but once it got dark, I realized.

He isn’t coming. He isn’t coming, and maybe he’s laughing at me somewhere, with his sister who I thought was my friend - or at least, who was friendly to me.

Maybe I was a big joke to them, and they were hiding somewhere, waiting to see how long I would wait for him.

I will not give them the satisfaction. I should not have stood here for this long, letting my hope turn to tears, anger and disappointment.

Calling for my Ikran, I connect and hop on, leaning forward to wrap a hug around her neck. She croons, feeling how upset I am, and we take off.

The cool air wipes the tears off my face as we fly up higher, higher, higher, and then bank sharply down towards the jungle. I try to lose myself in the ride, in the connection with my Ikran, and breathe in deeply the damp night air.

Txopu banks hard, to the right, and I grip tightly onto her, nearly falling off.

“Txopu!” I hiss, but then I see it. Another Ikran, rushing up below and past us, towards the sky.

Neteyam.

He levels out, and slowly sinks down to ride beside us, gesturing to me to land on the floating rocks nearby. but I am furious. He can show up an hour late, nearly knock me off my Ikran, and now he’s telling me what to do?

I pull away from him, in the opposite direction to where he gestured, back down the side of the mountain where we were originally supposed to meet. Dismounting Txopu, I charge off into the jungle as I hear Neteyam landing behind me.

“Y/N!” he yells, but I’m running now, and I’m embarrassed to be crying again. I run until I find a familiar stream, and I can’t hear Neteyam behind me, so I think I’ve lost him.

I sink down next to the glowing stream and put my face in my hands. It had taken me over two weeks, once I’d gotten the idea, to work up the courage to ask Neteyam to ride with me, and it’s gone worse than I ever imagined it could.

Feeling foolish, I never want to face Neteyam again. I want to crawl into a hole and disappear for at least a year.

Just as I’m thinking of creative ways to disappear, Neteyam appears through the foliage, his chest heaving. “Y/N!”

“Neteyam,” I reply quietly.

“You are fast,” he sighs.

“You are rude,” I hiss.

Spreading his hands out to the side in a gesture of surrender, he then gestures to the ground next to me. “Can I sit with you?”

I shrug and turn back to the water, extending my legs to dip my toes in. It’s as icy as I feel.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was so excited about meeting you tonight and I, Tuk came from her lessons crying, something about being picked on and I got carried away with it and I... I forgot.” He looks down at his hands, and I’m surprised at how ashamed he looks. “I went to the spot you wanted to meet, but you were gone, so I thought you might be flying. I would really like to make it up to you.”

“Bah,” I tsk’d. “How do you think you could do that? I waited for too long, Neteyam. It is... it’s embarrassing.”

He was trying not to, but a small smile crossed his lips. “Why did you wait so long?”

I rolled my eyes and stood up. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going home. It’s late.”

Neteyam reached up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down next to him, much too closely. My mouth felt dry again, and my palms sweaty.

“The only one who should be embarrassed is me, Y/N. You do not understand how excited I was when you asked, how honored I felt, and then I... I blew it.” He loosened his grip on my wrist, and moved his hand down to hold mine. “I would like to try again, to really make it up to you. Please.”

Reluctantly, I turned my head and met his eyes with mine. “Maybe I will make you wait.”

He grinned again, his beautiful smile, and it was very hard not to smile back.

“I would wait forever.”

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 3 months

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w.count: 2.4k (whoops. it got away from me)

chengsheng picks favorties, and she's not secretive about it. she's also not secretive about the fact that when you're around, it isn't baizhu either.

living in liyue for as long as you have should've meant your body was used to traversing the constant air influxes of going up and down mountains and large rock formations by now. however, contrary to what you believe to be the case, your body simply did not listen. really, it didn't listen to anything you want it to do.

it was always something. lightheadedness, severe headaches, congestion that made your eyes ache, stiff and swollen joints and muscles, small scrapes and bruises from whatever tumble you may have taken. anything that could happen always seemed to be the case with you when you walked through the door to bubu pharmacy.

it took no time at all for herbalist gui to learn your face and name. even qiqi could remember your face with her poor memory. with your regular visits, gui first suspected you were faking your aliments. of course, you could easily see how he could come to such an accusation. even you thought once or twice that you were just overthinking things, that it wasn't bad... until it was, and your conditions worsen with no kind of treatment at all.

the first time you met baizhu, you were standing rather unamused- and slightly zoned out- from yet another lecture from gui on how you need to be more careful or else you'll make the pharmacy run out of stock. he should be glad that business is practically booming with you around. instead, he was laying it on thick today... not that you were paying much attention.

"ah, so this is who the mysterious person qiqi claims needs herbs so frequently is."

you don't think you'll ever be able to forget how amused he sounded from behind you. or the look on gui's face as his boss interrupts his rambling that definitely could look like berating to anyone who wasn't used to seeing him interact with your near-daily medicine runs. you should've had a kamera on hand for such an expression.

you'll never forget exactly how awed you were to see the owner of such a renowned pharmacy for the first time either. a part of you was almost skeptical of how young he was, but then again age never equated to intelligence anyway, so that thoughtless nonsense was easily tossed out of your mind.

"yes, i guess that would be me," you sheepishly told him. "my apologies for the... neediness? for lack of better words."

"not at all. what is medicine good for if not to treat someone? it's actually quite relieving to finally put a face with a name."

"qiqi sspeakss of them sso often i almosst asssumed they were another one of her missunderstandingss." the secondary voice that no doubt came from the white snake around the doctor's neck shocked you for a moment. blinking as if taking in the absurdity of it, you easily accepted that the snake could talk.

this was teyvat where people could be born hybrids, having psychical traits of of species of being. not to mention liyue, where you knew of at least two adeptus running around the harbor. this shouldn't come as much of a shock.

"sorry about that too," the silent- i think?- you refused to tack on to the end of your sentence was left unspoken but clearly seen in your eyes. was that something to apologize for? in truth, the whole situation felt quite awkward so all you could do was talk to fill the silence. the silence that wasn't very silent anyway.

you had since stepped off to the side so gui could talk to another patron coming to pick up their prescription with the babble of the city just outside. if you didn't feel it would be rude, you would've just left and called it a day- even if you hadn't actually gotten your needed medicine from the herbalist at the desk yet. he had been too busy nagging you to hand it over before baizhu's sudden appearance.

luckily for you, baizhu was also intelligent enough he could read a room.

"please wait here. i'll go and fetch whatever medicine you need today." you make a small noise of acknowledgment before offering a small okay as he walks behind the counter and takes a paper from gui that probably had recommended herbs and salves scribbled on it for your treatment.

feeling like you just fumbled the first interaction with the pharmacy's owner, you sighed and pushed a finger to your temples before going outside. leaning yourself on the railing just outside the building, you bore yourself into counting the steps leading up to it. always getting a different answer each time since there were so many. you were so invested in your stair counting that when baizhu reappears in your peripherals with a small drawstring pouch of presumed herbs, you feel yourself flinch.

"i didn't mean to startle you," he chuckles as you gently take the pouch from him, using your other hand to dig around for the mora you know you now owe.

"it's fine. i was too engrossed in counting."

"counting?"

"the stairs."

"did you come to a final count?" he entertains.

"not even close," you say as you place the correct amount of shiny mora into his palm while watching chengsheng readjust herself by slithering once around his shoulders.

after that day, baizhu was around more often when you would stop by. your semi-normal medical pick-ups soon extend into medical treatment personally offered by baizhu in the pharmacy's back room, along with prolonged conversations to fill the free time he could offer. it was during these conversations that chengsheng decided that among the humans living in liyue, you were her favorite.

she preferred you over others so much that when you would come by the pharmacy, she would immediately demand to coil around you instead of her normal seat upon baizhu's shoulders. she would only keep to baizhu when you were around if his chi levels were running wild and she was confined to her job of maintaining them.

today was no exception to her favoritism.

you had once again shown up to bubu pharmacy, but this time not for whatever ails you, but for your annual checkup. you never used to bother with them, but shockingly enough gui had lectured you one year about it- so, to save yourself the ear strain it would be best to just get it over with.

walking up the outrageously long stairs to the pharmacy entrance, you sigh and rub your neck with a rather lackluster greeting to the open space of the front desk.

"okay gui, i'm here." you almost sigh, like keeping track with your health was such an inconvenience. dropping your arm and raising your view, you see all three of the bubu population together- which was almost rare considering they all have their own agendas to deal with near daily. "wow," you start with a smile at seeing them all, "it's like a party in here."

gui shakes his head at your lame attempt at what he assumes is a joke while qiqi abandons her post to waltz up to your side and grab the fabric that hung around your waist; a habit she's developed since you've been around more often. you're not sure why she does it, maybe it makes her feel secure or something, you weren't sure. you don't mind it regardless. you always accept her small act of presumed affection with your palm resting on her talisman tagged hat and small greeting.

baizhu blithely crosses his arms over his chest at seeing how attached qiqi has become of you. he has the hunch that even outside of the pharmacy you were pretty well-known because you were someone easily likeable, but to capture the attention of his little qiqi? color him impressed. still, he was pleased you had formed a connection with her and gui. even baizhu himself found himself enjoying your company more than he did before. each time was better than the last.

"it's lovely to see you again," the owner speaks as he uncrosses his arms into a more relaxed manner of stance. "gui informed me that you can be rather stubborn when it comes to these kinds of matters. I was worried i'd have to go and find you myself."

"i don't think you would have to go that far. even if i didn't show up today, i would've been back eventually. then you could've tied me up and thrown me into a forced state of compliance."

"that wouldn't be very hospitable of a doctor, i'm afraid."

a small tug on your hip directs your attention downwards as qiqi looks up at you.

"doctor baizhu will be taking care of you today," she says slowly, almost lethargically. you blink a few times in confusion for a moment before nodding to her.

"really now? what an a honor." it wasn't often baizhu did things like this, such common checkups were handled mostly by gui. you wonder if chengsheng kicked up some sort of fuss about it? 'nevermind,' you shake your head and internalize your thoughts, 'it doesn't matter.'

"best not to waste much more time," baizhu says, rounding the counter and coming up to your side before replacing your hand with his own on qiqi's head. "run along now, qiqi." she's quick to obey and gui returns to whatever it is he does all day long. you're ushered out and soon back to the room you've been in thousands of times before.

just like normal, you sat yourself down in one of the two stools baizhu keeps at his desk. just like normal, baizhu offers you tea for your time and just like normal you accept. just like normal, he walks back and forth along the many shelves of herbs and equipment for what he needs for the day's work. and just like normal, chengsheng is slithering down baizhu's outstretched arm, onto the desk and then quickly up yours as you offer it to her.

"aw, i've missed you too chengsheng," you coo. she always hisses when you treat her like a common snake, but it wasn't like she was going to do anything about it. another perk of being the favorite.

"it'ss just nicce to not be coiled around a man who smellss like grasss all the time," she plays off as she coils comfortably around your shoulders and even curling up your head to pass through your hair. most definitely forming knots in her wake.

as baizhu comes back to your side, you watch as he places his required items down.

"it never gets easier," you say.

"and what exactly are you talking about?"

"how... empty you look without chengsheng."

baizhu chuckles.

"yes, well, it feels as empty as it looks." he looks at the pearl white snake around you, clearly nuzzling into you more than him, and he smiles warmly at it. "she looks much better wrapped around you, than me."

"uh-huh," you scoff, bringing your palm up to cup her head and lightly nudging her away from your ear. she was making your skin tingle with her scales against the small sensitive limb. "i totally believe you."

"i've never spoken a word of a lie to you."

you always applaud yourself for not absolutely losing your cool for the things that could come out of baizhu's mouth. the way he can easily say things that were well past embarrassing without so much as blinking was almost awe-inspiring. if you didn't know any better, you'd think sometimes he was flirting with you- but it was baizhu and he was always kind and polite to anyone. that was just who he was.

your checkup runs smoothly and even though nothing can fix your accident-prone lifestyle, you were still healthy and ready to take on more scraps and falls.

now, the hardest part of every pharmacy visit was about to commence. convincing chengsheng to return to her contractor without much fuss.

"chengsheng," you nervously say her name with a slight shake in your voice. she was always a sassy snake, but when she didn't get to indulge in what she wanted, which was simply snuggly laying around your shoulders for just a while longer... she could be a handful. "you know you can't leave with me."

she meets you nowhere with silence- not even attempting to meet you halfway somewhere. nope, she's leaving you high and dry. baizhu watches with half amused eyes, a hand on his hip and the other reached out to brush against her scales.

"what if i walked our dear y/n home? would you willingly part with them then?"

"what?" baizhu had never walked you home before, you always insisted he not since he was a busy man, and it wasn't like you couldn't take care of yourself. this opportunity easily hooked the snake's attention as she lifted her previously curled head and looked at her contractor- you know, the man she was supposed to be unwaveringly loyal to.

"do we have a deal?" he chided, knowing that eventually she was going to let you go one way or the other. whether it be now by him prying her off you physically or walking you home and having her come back willingly. her forked tongue flicked out before coiling one full rotation around your neck and up your head, so her reptilian 'chin' sat on your crown.

"if i must," which was chengsheng for 'yes, we do'.

so, with you and chengsheng waiting at the top of the stone stairs, baizhu popped inside to inform gui and qiqi he would be stepping out for a bit. qiqi had peaked around the open front and waved goodbye to you, which you returned happily before baizhu came to your side. his hand came to hover at your back, so close you could almost feel his palm but never actually touching, and offered you start taking steps ahead of him.

back from inside the pharmcy at the desk, qiqi walked back to gui's side as they both watched their boss walk off with you.

"qiqi likes when y/n is around," she speaks monotonously- but she meant it.

"yeah," gui agrees, watching both your heads disappear further down the stairs with chengsheng still clinging to you. "you aren't the only one," he chuckles.

chengsheng picks favorties, and she's not secretive about it. her contractor, however- even if he thinks he's being slick about it- cannot hide that he does too.

and wouldn't you believe it? all evidence always leads back to you.

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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food’s cold | n.r

pairings | natasha romanoff x reader

summary | after the snap happened, natasha fell onto this cycle where she was mainly alone and miserable. until one night, someone offered her pizza boxes and began to do something more than just eating.

warnings | smut, strap-on (n!giving), pet names, dirty talking, and a little angst and fluff? 18+!

notes | initially, i was thinking of making a one-shot of them having a sex-tape. but, maybe in some other time :) enjoy this one though! let me knwo your thoughts. x

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When the snap occurred, Natasha was never the same person she once was. While she lived alone in the Avengers compound, the rest had their own lives while she and some on her team were still figuring out how to bring people back. In her sense, sometimes she thinks they are all dead. But knowing as she thinks that way won’t bring anyone back, not even one person at least.

This was a year after the snap, and she’s still succumbed to her work that she almost forgets to eat and sleep. Steve would check up on her once in a while and would leave to have his own life as well. She understood that – of course, she did. But somehow, somewhat, she wanted that life too. A wife and two beautiful kids, adopted ones to be exact. She would smile at the idea but then realize how alone she was and think she could kill her own kids with her hands.

She was a monster, she was painted as one.

Her knuckles bleed with such anger as she punches the bag repeatedly every day, it’s a stress reliever for her. But it never seemed to leave her body or her head, it was still there like a fucking devil. After that, Natasha would take a warm bath and realize how badly she wanted to hold someone in her arms, just feeling that life that Steve always talked about. Drinking and smoking was her biggest reliever, it did calm her mind. She would have 3 bottles of beer every day while smoking a cigarette, probably the whole pack. Speaking of which, Natasha did order five packs of weed from a guy that lives in the mountains.

She was eating a peanut butter sandwich that she made a few hours ago when she heard a sudden riiinnnng! By the entrance of the building. Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, she turns on the monitor and sees you standing outside of the building with a box of pizza. I never ordered a box of pizza. She thought to herself, making her stand up and walk downstairs to see you at the front building.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by a bubbly presence of you standing. You smiled kindly at her, offering her two boxes of pizza, as you said, “Steve Rogers ordered you for these. He said you should eat them, it’ll last for a week.”

“I can buy my own pizza.” Natasha stated nonchalantly, but there was an evident sarcasm and boldness in her tone that kind of sent shivers down your spine and especially to your stomach. Gulping, you nodded and made a forward on the pizza at her so she could grab it. Then, she gives you a small smile and added: “I’m being rude, am I?”

“No, I totally understand what you’re saying.”

She chuckles at your response, making her cheeks blush after so long of not having a conversation with a stranger besides her friends and family. You notice – you couldn’t help it – but to see dark circles in her eyes and her faded blonde hair that was at the end of her red locks. She was a little taller than you, and her arms were a little buffed. Maybe she lifts a lot, you don’t really know but you might as well think she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

“It’s funny that Steve knows how to order food,” Natasha jokes, laughing with a hoarse tone and looking at you with her piercing green eyes. “That man is almost a hundred.”

“Maybe someone helped him?” you interjected, adding a slight melody to your voice that made her nod, straining a long hum.

“Maybe,” she responded, mocking your tone. Then, something pops up in her brilliant mind. She couldn’t help it nor resist, and said: “Why don’t you come inside? It’s late at night.”

You hesitated for a few seconds until you realized it was indeed late at night. The skies were very dark – like pitch black for that matter – and it was kind of a long drive back to the restaurant. Now you realize you might get fired if you take too long and you responded with so much regret in your tone.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can stay–”

“Tell your boss you’re with the Avengers,” she cuts you off, winking at you playfully that seems to tingle your lower stomach in such a good way. She brings her hand to your back and pushes you to the entryway, almost gaping at how beautiful and empty was the building. She quickly adds, “Come on, I’ll bring you to the room.”

And she did. There was a bookshelf that was near her desk and you placed the boxes of pizza on the spare table that had a lot of papers. You hissed, apologizing quickly: “I’m sorry. Should I move your food to another table?”

Natasha shakes her head, opening the first box immediately as her peanut butter sandwich leaves unfed. She grabs a slice, ate a mouthful of the pepperoni pizza in her mouth, and said, “Come, sit with me. I would like to get to know a fellow citizen.”

“Fellow citizen,” you mocked, sitting across from Natasha that was a few feet away from you. You like to keep your distance, to make her feel that she still has her personal space. “I don’t know what to say next, I just kind of talk whenever I was asked things.”

“Where are you from then?” she asked, looking at you with weird eyes that you couldn’t really understand or don’t want to understand because of your thoughts.

“I’m from Brooklyn,” you tell her, smiling at the times that you used to live with your parents. But once the snap happened, most of your family was gone and you were left alone with your sister and one of your good friends. Your face fell from the thought and Natasha could see it from you. “I lived there for a while until I moved here.”

She nods, still munching the pizza in her mouth, and grabs a bottle of beer that was sitting on the table for a while now. She opens it with her teeth, blowing the metal piece on the side of the room as she drinks a large amount. You found that incredibly sexy, in fact – it got you a little warm from the sight.

“You can probably tell I haven’t slept,” she said with a slight slur from her voice that you quickly did understand. She smiled at you, pressing the rim of her beer on her lower lip. “You live alone?”

You nodded, she smiles again but this time it was a little smirk.

“What are you doing working at a pizza place?”

You shrugged, not really knowing what to answer with her statement, “I don’t know, I guess I just needed the money. I don’t know what to do with my life, after the whole snap situation going on… you know? So yeah, I’m working there for the meantime.”

“Interesting,” Natasha’s voice was filled with curiosity, yet there was a hint of flirtation through it. But, you didn’t seem to mind the tone so instead, you sat back and waited for her full response. “How old are you?”

You chuckled lowly and murmured, “Why, do you think I’m some teenager or something?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, amused by your slight joke. “Something like that.”

You take a sip from a glass of water that she had offered you a while ago and notice that her eyes were staring at your hands, probably finding a scar that was on your wrist. You always had that, you didn’t know the origin of that scar but your mother would say it’s a lucky charm. You find that surreal, though.

“I’m twenty-seven.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and placed her drink back down on the wooden desk, bringing her feet up and sitting like a smug person. She said, “I’m thirty-nine.”

“I can tell.”

You suddenly regret saying that, it probably made her uncomfortable. But there was no turning back now since she stares at you in a strange way – not knowing how to formally react to that. Natasha jokes, “Calling me old or something?”

You shake your head in a frantic way and reply with your hands in the air defensively, “No! Oh my god no, sorry–I say stupid stuff sometimes. That doesn’t mean I mean them though.”

“Calm down sweetheart,” she laughed – mostly to herself – and continued, “Sit like that.”

That was strange. You were sitting properly like a normal person until you realized that your legs were pressed together too much. You quirked your eyebrows at her, confused with her sudden statement that her voice felt like a drop of dominance. You dragged your word, “What does that mean?”

A shudder spreads down your back as you watch her lean against the edge of the desk, her breasts prodding out of the black tank top that was tight around her. She looks at you deeply – way too deep that it felt too seductive – and said with so much confidence, “I want to fuck you. Go to the 4th room in that hallway.”

“Wha–”

“Do you want to? Nod if you do.”

There was a long pause and you had to somehow briefly think about what she had said. Was it even a good idea to have sex with the infamous black widow? What if it wasn’t safe? The worry splatters all over your face and Natasha notices that quickly saying: “I won’t hurt you or anything, I just need some stress relief. I haven’t… you know what I mean.”

You stand up slowly and look her in the eyes, mindlessly bringing your hands to your uniform and unbuttoning it at such a slow pace. You were teasing the woman, making her want you as your hands popped off each button – until your beige bra was revealed. She closes her eyes, feeling her body tensed with the imagination of her fucking you from behind with her strap that she hasn’t used on anyone for many months. Her jaw clenched as she opened her eyes, greeted with your top fully naked and it definitely made her think a lot of naughty things.

“Get into my bedroom,” she murmured, looking at your nipples that were pebbled. “Now, get in there.”

You were sprawled naked onto her bed while Natasha was full-on nude with a strap that was dangling from her waist. She grabbed a condom that was in her drawer, probably filled with lots of toys that she uses for other people as she turns around the dildo was so girthy and big. She inches herself near you until her entire body is covered by yours. You gasped when her cold fingers trailed to your ribs until to your neck, touching it so softly like you were made out of glass. She looks back up at you and kisses your lips for the first time, but it was quick. Too quick.

“I don’t have lube, is it okay if we can use the condom? It’s slicker that way.”

You have mentioned to Natasha that you don’t normally have sex, so you were tight down there – as if still being a virgin. She gave you a simple nod and a smile, telling you with such comfort that it was alright. From then on, you felt safe.

“I’m fine with that,” you responded, feeling the tip touching your clit repeatedly. Natasha ripped off the condom package from her fingers, rolling it down to her dildo until it was fully wrapped around. She positions the head of her cock on your entrance and kisses your nose for continuation.

“Are you ready?” Natasha asked with a breathless whisper, as she kisses your mouth again before you say something. When she pulls away, she can see the way your eyes twinkle with arousal and purity that she can’t seem to word out. But, she liked it.

“Yes,” you whispered back, spreading your legs wider as you attracted your hands onto her back. “I’m ready. You can put it inside me now.”

She quickly nods and eases herself inside of you, making sure that you weren’t hurt. It was a tight fit, the way her cock pushes inside of you makes your walls grip on it tightly. You let out a long whining moan as she keeps pushing the cock inside of you until both of your hips are pressed together. She holds you there, pushing the hair away from your face, and whispers, “You’re really tight. I wish I could feel you around me.”

“You can do that later with your fingers,” you responded with your voice wavering as she pulls out and pumps inside of you again – but this time with more force. You added, “You’re really big.”

She brought her hand to your left breast, squeezing it softly until she rolls her eyes as there was a squelching sound coming out from your cunt. It was heaven for her, especially to her eyes and ears as she watches you open your mouth and let out a silent scream that she has caused you. She pulls her hips back and makes a thrust that goes upwards until you can feel the headboard banged against the wall. Natasha grunts quietly and mumbles, “You’re so fucking sexy… Can’t believe I’m fucking you right now. Has anyone made you feel like this before, baby?”

“Oh, Tasha…”

“Answer me, darling…” Natasha moans at the sight of her faux cock being gripped around your walls like some crazed animal as she keeps thrusting into you, trying at least. “You’re making me crazy–Mmph–That’s it… take it well for me.”

Natasha presses her forehead against yours as her hips keep moving forward, driving her cock inside of you at such a fast pace – you couldn’t think well. Everything felt so hot and sticky, for such obvious reasons. You moaned next to her ear as your core met up with her pelvis, finally being pressed together with eagerness. The redhead hasn’t been connected to anyone like this since the snap happened, it felt all too surreal and a faded dream. And when she thought about a family with a woman she never knew it would happen so quickly. Because then, she might’ve had her love at first sight for the first time in her life. And it was you. She can only think of you, even though you’ve both met only an hour ago.

“You’re so beautiful–Ugh…” she moans as she nuzzles her head into your neck, her hips going upwards at such a fast pace – but in a comfortable way. You held onto her back, sinking your nails into her skin until you could hear her growling with want. Her thrusts become more loose and uncontrollable that it makes your cunt wet and lather her faux cock with juices around it, making that wet noise that fills up her entire bedroom. She pulls her face away and looks down at you, tears evident in her eyes as she brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing it relentlessly.

“Oh god,” you mewled, biting your lower lip that made Natasha drive her cock inside of you rapidly. “Yes! Just like that… Oh god, just like that–Please go harder!”

“You want this, huh? You want me to become possessive over you, baby girl?” Natasha moans deeply against your lips, bringing your knees and pressing it against your breast as her hips angle up, continuing to thrust inside of you at a brutal pace and carelessly for that matter. She whispers, “You gonna cum around my fat cock, okay? You gonna–Fuck me!–cum around my cock… come on, you can do it.”

This wasn’t just some fucking going on, it was with emotions as well. You thought that it was – it’s because of the way she holds you as she cares about you or the way her lips maneuver on your skin so painfully good that you’re sure there are vague hickeys on your collarbone. She was possessive but soft, you like the way she holds you and kisses you while thrusting inside of you relentlessly, making your hips smack with hers with a sound.

Her arm muscles contracted as your clenched around her cock again – your back arching as your orgasm hit you like a truck. You shut your eyes tightly as that spiky feeling erupts from you; Natasha’s arms are wrapped around you like a bear as you come hard onto her cock, your body shaking once in a while with so much adrenaline inside of you. After a minute, she brings you back down onto the mattress softly and kisses your lips passionately, noticing how parched her mouth was. You both kiss languidly, feeling her tongue onto the roof of your mouth. She holds onto you like you were hers – her cock still buried inside of you – until you hear her saying:

“Come live with me from now on.”

What you noticed from Natasha is that she was demanding, but in a good way. And you kind of liked it, maybe even loved the idea of it. You inch your head onto her chest as her fingers play on your sweaty back, as if she knows every inch of your skin. She holds you there, pecking your temple twice to reassure you that it felt amazing for her too. You smiled stupidly, feeling as if you were in love.

“Okay, I will.”

She chuckles deeply, kissing your head once again.

“Good.”

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goodneighborxfallout · 6 months

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companions react to sole breaking down crying in their arms

A/N: A lot of these boil down to "they try to comfort you," so apologies for not being very creative.

Cait:

Not-romanced: Cait will be surprised and feel awkward about the situation. Every instinct in her body is telling her to push you away and give a rude remark, but you are friends, and you have always been there for her when she needs you, so she sucks it up and hugs you. It takes her a few minutes to ask you what’s wrong, and she cringes internally at the heartfelt gesture because it is so foreign to her.

Romanced: So surprised that she can’t even think about what would be weird and what would be good to do or say. She just reacts on instinct. Luckily for Sole, her instinct around them is to protect them, not herself. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She’ll be curious and worried, but won’t push you into telling her anything.

Codsworth: (since it’s impossible or at least really awkward to hug Codsworth, this one is just breaking down in front of him crying) Codsworth will panic. He cannot handle sadness well so he’ll try to cheer you up by offering various beverages or food. When that doesn’t work, he’ll finally stop and communicate with you. “Oh sir/mum, what can I do to make you feel better?”

Curie:

Not-romanced and romanced (I could not really envision it being different): Curie is not that good with emotions yet, so you being so open with them will shock her, but she’ll admire you even more for it. “Oh dear, you must be feeling a whole whirlwind of emotions for you to cry this much!” Curie will, of course, hug you back, but she will feel awkward and insecure about her ability to comfort you. She doesn't even understand most of the emotions she herself experiences. How is she supposed to make you - the expert in her eyes - feel better?

Danse:

Not-romanced: Danse will freeze for a second before hesitantly hugging you back. Everything inside of him screams that this is inappropriate, that he is your superior, and any kind of physical touch is wrong, even if it is just to comfort you. But another part of him knows your relationship isn’t just based on rank. You’re friends, so he’ll bite his tongue and let you cry until your eyes are dry. He won’t say anything in the meantime, but when you are done, he will ask for an explanation as to what is going on.

Romanced: He won’t show you, but he is panicking, and he’ll continue to panic until you tell him everything that is bothering you. He will hug you tightly and try his best to comfort you, but he will mostly listen instead of trying to give advice.

Deacon:

Non-romanced: Out of the fight-flight-freeze reactions, Deacon is a person who flees. That’s why he lies and makes up new identities. Being close to someone scares him, as does the friendship you two share. So, when you walk up to him and break down in his arms, he will unfortunately push you away. He doesn’t do it intentionally; it’s an automatic reaction to anyone seeking any sort of intimacy with him. He instantly regrets it too. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he’ll say upon seeing your surprised eyes. He internally debates whether he should tell you how uncomfortable he is with physical touch, but he can see that you need him right now, so instead he’ll close the distance again and hug you. “Sorry. Let’s forget about that, okay? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Romanced: No questions asked, he hugs you tightly and places gentle kisses on your head. He will lay the two of you down so you can cry as long as you need to in a more comfortable position. He’ll hide how much your breakdown scares him, and will try to redirect his thoughts elsewhere (as long as you’re not ready to talk). After a while, he’ll start to absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair and over your back.

Gage:

Non-romanced: If you do it in public, where the gangs can see you, he might shoot you. So, you better just do it somewhere private like on Fizztop Mountain. However, even if you do it in private, Gage won’t be comforting. He’ll push you away and curse in annoyance upon seeing your tears. “For fuck’s sake! You crying on me now, Boss? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Gage will be ashamed of you. You are the boss of a gigantic raider operation and here you are in front of him, crying. That is not an acceptable thing to do. Get angry, scream, kill, vandalize! There are many ways to express your emotions and crying is not one of them! Even if you are friends, he will not be open to hear you out as long as you are crying.

Romanced: Gage won’t push you away, but he is still uncomfortable with openly showing weakness. Even if it is the two of you towards each other. He won’t be able to stand the silence as you are crying and sobbing, so he’ll make some suggestions of other things you can do instead of crying. “Come on, let’s shoot some ghouls in Kiddie Kingdom. Always fun to get those suckers, right?” “Heard another poor bastard got stuck in the Gauntlet, how about we make his day even worse, huh?” If you do not react to his suggestions, he’ll eventually quiet down.

Hancock:

Non-romanced: “Hey, Sunshine, what’s gotten you so down?” Will hug you back tightly and not let go until you yourself signal that you want out of the embrace. Hancock will instantly communicate with you to support you as well as possible. “Tell me what you want me to do here, sweetheart.” Do you need him to just hold you and listen? Do you want him to try and cheer you up? Anything you say goes.

Romanced: The same as non-romanced, just with a lot more affection. He’ll mumble words of affection, compliments and praises in your ear.

Longfellow:

Will be awkward with the physical affection. He can understand needing a shoulder to cry on, but his shoulder hasn’t been used in a long time and he knows he is not the best person to comfort others. “Kid, I know you ain’t got a lot of friends on the island, but I’m afraid you still chose the wrong person to come to.” Of course, his words won’t do anything, it’s not like you’re gonna try and find someone else to comfort you while you are experiencing a literal breakdown, so he’ll stick with you, but will remain awkwardly silent. After a while, he’ll get used to the sound of you crying and he’ll go back to just being himself: grumbling to himself and humming some songs.

MacCready:

Non-romanced: He’ll be surprised when you suddenly crash into him crying, and a bit awkward - he was just a hired gun, this was not what he signed up for. But his worry will be bigger than his annoyance so he won’t make any insensitive remarks until after you’re done crying and he’ll only do that jokingly, to lighten the mood.

Romanced: So so worried. “Hey, what’s wrong?” When you don’t talk and just cry, his concern will only grow. “Come on, Sole, talk to me. You’re worrying me, sweetheart. Say something, please.”

Nick:

Non-romanced: “There you go, kid, just let it all out.” Nick will hug you back as gently as possible with his outdated synth body. He won’t say much, he’ll just let you cry and vent if you need to. Only if you signal that you are done will he talk and try to give advice as far as that is possible.

Romanced: The same as non-romanced but he won’t hesitate to hold you tight.

Piper:

non-romanced and romanced: Piper will feel really bad to see you like this. She will hug you tightly and try to reassure you. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. I’m here, just tell me what’s going on.”

Preston:

Non-romanced: Preston will be so awkward. He’ll have no idea how to handle this so he’ll just quietly hug you until you’ve calmed down. Only when he feels like you are not too emotional anymore will he dare to speak up. “Hey… wanna talk about it?”

Romanced: Less awkward, but he still won’t know what to say because he’s afraid he’ll make it worse or annoy you.

Strong:

Has no concept of what affection is. He’ll assume you’re trying to brawl with him and he’ll simply throw you on the ground.

X6-88:

Non-romanced: Will push you away and will not be sympathetic towards your feelings. “This seems highly inappropriate.” “If you really need to waste your time on this, I suggest you do it when you’re in human company.”

Romanced: Still unsympathetic, but he cares enough this time to keep his mouth shut. So he’ll just silently embrace you. Unless you take too long, then he will suddenly and dryly suggest you stop crying so the two of you can keep going.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Oh i just thought of some ANGST. SO Cherry has been really mean and rude to guests and basically everything that takes the readers attention from them. Reader thinks it's a programing issue and keeps trying to fix it over and over again. Until one day while Cherry is charging/asleep he hears movement and doesn't think of it until he wakes up and finds himself in a junkyard...the reader got rid of him.... *insert here how Cherry would react* than Cherry wakes up. It was all a messed up dream. Do they go to the reader? Or does Cherry try to forget about it and may or may not break down later?

Cherry powers on. It's so bright. Did you wake up before him and open the blinds? No. The morning sky fills his entire vision. His body isn't upright like it had been before; limbs sprawled out and back against something squishy. His right arm felt light. What was going on?

Cherry sits up. Mountains of trash for as far as the eye could see. His apron his dirty; metal scuffed - like he's been thrown here. Like trash. His right arm is missing, his chest plate brat up. The product of someone's aggression. Only one person comes to mind.

"Master?...." Silence. His voicebox glitches - limbs twitching. "M-ma-aster?"

Cherry rises to his feet, scaling down the pile he tossed upon. No. Not this. Anything but this. He knows he's been difficult, but it's all been for you. He's tried so hard for you. And you abandoned him.

"Master?!" He shouts. "Master, please..."

He trips as he nears the end of the mountain; tumbling to the earth below. Cherry struggles with his remaining arm to get up, falling flat with each attention. He cries - no tears to leave his face. He is a machine afterall. His sorrows come in the form of pitiful whimpers; the image of you making him wail louder.

"I'm so-sorry... take me home. I'm scared..."

A battery flashes over his screen; point in the red. His body feels weak.

"I'll be good... I promise. Don't leave me..."

He loses function in his limbs as his voice trails away.

"Don't.... leave me."

"Cherry?"

His eyes open. You look at him confused- still in your pajamas. Cherry stands in his charging station; the cord pulled from his neck by you moments ago.

"You good? You didn't wake me up this morning. That dream software really that good?"

You crash to the floor as Cherry throws himself at you; crushed under the robot's weight which feels like a ton compared to his small body. He hugs you tight enough to knock the wind from you a second time.

"Master! Take it out! Get this fucking thing out of my head. Don't leave me! I love you, I'll be good."

You sit up to your best extent. Cherry never cursed, so what he saw must've really spoked him. You rub his back as he clings onto you.

"I'm sorry. Please don't throw me out. I'll be kinder to guests from now on."

You laugh in disbelief. "Get rid of you? Cherry I'd never do that, you're family. We'll get whatever's wrong with you fixed and you'll be as good as new.

Cherry doesn't say a word, just hugs you tighter. He fears that one day his dream will come true since your words only make him want to keep everyone away from you more.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 10 months

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hello, absolutely love your writing, it's always such a joy seeing it!! i have a lot of fun reading your posts ^^

i have a request, and it's kinda inspired by the personality of my own farmer!OC: so, i was wondering if you could make headcanons about the bachelor(ette)s reaction with a farmer that is very emotional and cries way too easily at pretty much everything and anything — and how they would try to cheer them up? it can be in a romantic relationship, platonic, or first impressions!! any is fine :)

(P.S: if you included some Ridgeside Village characters, specially Blair, Daia and Jio i would be so, so happy ^^)

Oh my goodness thank you so much for the kind words ❤️❤️❤️ 🥺

I decided to make a separate story for each character, some already in a relationship with Farmer, some just friends. I hope you enjoy this form of headcanon!

I also added Jio and Daia, as they are the ones I've explored in the mod the best so far (well, not counting the Amethyne family). Thanks for asking, and enjoy!

SDV bachelors:

Shane:

Shane thinks Farmer is crazy, or an idiot, or both. Every time, he snaps at them and gets angry with them. Every time, after another rude remark, rivers of tears pour from Farmer's eyes and they run away. Every time, after all of this, they go back to Shane and try to talk, to become friends. And every time, Shane finds it harder and harder to chase them away. He just sighs tiredly and resigns himself to having a new friend. A vulnerable, whiny, but a friend. Shane thinks they're weird. Heh, just like himself... But a pretty good company, by the way.

Sebastian:

Sebastian kissed Farmer slowly, gently. Time seemed to have stopped altogether since they had come here, to the top of the mountain, where Zuzu City, shining with lights and billboards, was visible on the horizon. Where they were alone, where Sebastian had been brave enough to confess his love to them. Where he, under the influence of his tender feelings, took Farmer into his arms and kissed them. And was immediately frightened when he saw Farmer with tears streaming down their face. But when they told himself they were tears of happiness, Sebastian was ready to cry himself on the spot.

Alex:

Alex isn't the most tactful person himself, but even he doesn't wish harm on anyone, even if his actions aren't going to be very good. That's what happened on the beach with Farmer when Alex suddenly yelled at them to catch a grindball, but charged right into their faces. Mild worries quickly turned to panic as Farmer crying and sobbing. Thank Yoba, delicious ice cream and an ice pack from the kiosk where he works were able to calm Farmer down. Alex breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know they were such a weakling.... No no no no, he didn't mean that! Don't cry, please- damn, he need more ice cream!

Harvey:

Harvey must admit: coming to him for a compulsory injection for illnesses in the face of intense fear of needles and doctors, was a very brave move on Farmer's part. Many patients, sensing anxiety and panic after any mention of hospitals, immediately ran away. But Farmer, though flooding the clinic floor with tears, kept a steady hand. Harvey would later steep Farmer in herbal tea to calm them down, not forgetting to praise them for their bravery and responsibility. He will also offer the help of a therapist he knows.

Sam:

Sam was returning from his parents back to his home on the farm, to his beloved spouse. Seeing the love of his life on the couch, Sam was already heading to the Farmer for his portions of hugs and kisses.... and found them crying, with headphones, from which muffled music was blaring. Sam, already knowing Farmer very well, only smiled when he saw their crying face, "Sad song again?" "Uh-huh," Farmer holds out one of the headphones to their husband. The young musician sat down next to them, putting his arm around their shoulder, listening to the lyrics of the song. "Very sad, you're right." What are they listening to? baby shark doo doo doo

Elliott:

The inhabitants of the Valley could not help but notice the Farmer standing near the Saloon, sobbing with a bouquet of flowers, together with Elliott, who was trying to comfort his interlocutor. The bouquet of flowers and Farmer's tears immediately suggested that everyone's favorite chaotic Farmer had a grief, that someone had died.... But it turned out that they were just very touched (even too much) by the attention of their, as it turned out later, boyfriend. After all, Elliott is so thoughtful, and these are their favorite flowers, and *sob*. Oh, goodness...

SDV bachelorettes:

Leah:

Oh, the talented artist experienced a whole spectrum of emotions over the course of the morning. First, enthusiasm as she added the finishing touches to her new sculpture. Then pride in the work she had accomplished. Later, the desire to give the sculpture as a gift. After that - the thrill of handing the sculpture to the surprised Farmer. Then came the anxiety, for instead of joy she saw tears on her friend's face. Then came surprise and relief when Farmer, still sobbing, thanked Leah for the beautiful gift. The red-haired girl stroked her friend's back for another five minutes, smiling broadly.

Penny:

Penny never thought that Farmer, her friend, would be crying so hard at the end of the movie "Brave little sapling". Although her own eyes were a little wet after the last scene of the movie, the red-haired girl didn't think that Farmer would sob so much. Luckily she had brought a few dry tissues with her (all of which she had to give to Farmer, by the way).

Haley:

"Ew, you're all dirty," was the phrase that became Haley's fatal mistake when she carelessly commented on the new Farmer's slightly stained clothes. The girl had to spend more than 20 minutes calming down a very vulnerable Farmer, trying to convince them that "stains like that are even in fashion!" (not too convincing). Haley didn't want to offend them, so as an apology, she offered her help to the Farmer in ordering great fashionable clothes, with discounts and promotions. Now they are crying tears of gratitude. Haley doesn't understand why she's having such bad luck today.

Emily:

When one day, visiting Emily, Farmer inquired what kind of parrot was in her room, the girl told the story of this poor bird, the broken wing, and how the feathered creature was now being treated here under Emily's care. The blue-haired girl's story was interrupted when she heard a loud sob from her companion, so Emily immediately ran to the kitchen to get napkins and tea for Farmer. She could truly understand Farmer: when that unfortunate bird banged into the window and broke its wing, Emily wanted to burst into tears, she felt sorry for the bird! But now the parrot is safe and they will help their feathered friend right? *Squawk*

Abigail:

Abigail jumped when she saw Farmer crying near the mountain lake. When she ran over to find out what was wrong, she could make out the words "bracelet," "drowned," and "sorry" from all the crying and whimpering. Oh yeah, Abby had recently given Farmer a handmade friendship bracelet. And Farmer, still crying crocodile tears, said they dropped the bracelet in the lake while fishing. Hey, no need to cry, it's no big deal. Abigail will make a new bracelet, even better! She'll even add an amethyst to decorate it!

Maru:

It's not every day that Maru gets the chance to enjoy stargazing with the love of her life (to be honest, the girl still can't believe her happiness). The vast night sky is studded with a thousand diamonds, blessing this quiet and beautiful night. And the Farmer, overwhelmed with emotion, began to let tears fall, saying how beautiful Maru is under the starry dome. After this, Maru did not hold back and her glasses became wet from her own tears as she kissed and hugged Farmer in a burst of passion. That night had become special for them.

Bonus + Ridgeside Village:

Daia:

Daia isn't surprised, though: after telling the Farmer about her orphan childhood, many people would have let at least a stingy tear fall. And though she turned the whole thing into another joke and tease, she was beyond laughing when Farmer hugged her tightly and began sobbing into her shoulder. Assassin only sighed and comforted Farmer, telling her that there was no bringing back the past, but now she had a close friend (or more?) in her life who had become the thread that connected her to the normal life she had dreamed of. It didn't help, and Farmer cried even harder. Oh my goodness, her whole shoulder is wet from their tears, hee hee!

Jio:

Jio is utterly confused and annoyed. Why the hell was Farmer crying over an accidentally squashed snail? Yes, it was a pity about the creature, but it was very small, the grass was tall, and it was already dusk, so you couldn't see anything. Stop crying! What, a funeral for a snail? Are you out of your mind? Kiwi, why are you sad? ...You two cannot be serious.... Okay, fine! Let's have a funeral for the snail. Elf doesn't understand how someone like Farmer can deal with the dangerous monsters of Ridge Falls, but whine and sobbing like a child over some snail.... Kiwi, don't even dare cry too, you're literally an assassin!

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Part 1: Dragons and Festivals (Cael)

Growing up, you've heard the tales of the dragons that live in the mountains close to your small town. They said that if you ventured too far into the woods, you might encounter one of them and since they do not react kindly to getting their territory invaded, there are warning signs placed all over the woods to warn people when they’re getting close to the dragons’ territory along with some fences to prevent them from going there. As a young child, you were very curious about them and you used to wish that you could see them up close somehow. You were naive, thinking that somehow you’d be able to befriend at least one should you ever see them. So, in attempt to find a dragon, you would sneak into the woods everyday, even going as far as climbing the fence just for the small chance that you might actually get a glimpse of them. In hindsight, that wasn’t the smartest thing to do but then again you did a lot of questionable things back then.

Now that you’re older, you’ve brushed off the tales as simply just that. Tales. Why would you think otherwise? After all, in all of the twenty eight years that you’ve lived in the same town, never once you’d seen a dragon in the sky despite how they’re supposedly very large and hard to miss. It became very clear to you that the signs and the fence are just there to prevent people— especially children— from going too far into the woods as you’ve heard about bear and mountain lion sightings beyond the fence. You were very lucky to never encounter any of them during your reckless adventures as a young child and you don’t intend to push your luck any further. That's why these days the only reason you'd go the the woods is to visit your beloved flower field to calm your mind and you've never tried to go further. Not that you'd have time to explore the woods, anyway.

Indeed, you’ve been very busy. You’ve taken over your family’s business as your father’s getting old and someone needs to keep the bakery running. Your town might not be the most luxurious small town in the region, but it is a tourist spot due to the dragon rumors and festivals. That said, since apparently your bakery is one of the recommended places for tourists to visit, you’d have them coming into your place everyday. It’s especially hectic during this time of the year and as the Pumpkin Festival is approaching, you’ve noticed how the number of tourists grew by the day. As much as you enjoy meeting new people and hearing their stories, having to deal with so many people at once could get really tiring, especially when you have the displeasure of meeting rude customers. Not to mention that one of your employees got really sick and can’t go to work for a while so you have to fill in for them too on top of doing your usual work. Just the thought of those things really tempt you to close the bakery for a few days before the festival but unfortunately for you, you need to be a responsible business owner and keep the bakery running.

“Do you want me to help out? It’s not like I have anything better to do,” your best friend, Cael, offered after he listened to you vent. He’s laying down next to you on the blanket you’ve placed on the ground while the two of you hang out in your beloved flower field, enjoying the calm and serene scenery before you.

“Are you sure you don’t have any work left that you need to finish?” you frowned, knowing full well that his arts are always in high demand. He barely had any time to hang out with you lately and although he did say that his work is finally done for the week, you can’t really be sure whether he really doesn’t have another unfinished projects or not since he could be clumsy and forgetful sometimes.

“Nope. I’m taking a break,” he told you as he got up into a sitting position. “Trying to avoid burnout and all that.”

“Huh. You’re taking a break and yet you’re offering to help out during holiday season?” you questioned his logic with a raised eyebrow, the corners of your mouth curling into a mischievous smile as you took this opportunity to tease him. “You could’ve just said you want to see me more often, you know? Damn, Cael, I didn’t know you like me that much.”

“Shut up. I’m being nice over here,” he responded with a small laugh, giving your shoulder a slight nudge with his own as you let out a snort at his response.

“Well, I guess if you’re absolutely certain that you don’t have anything else to do and you actually want to help me out then who am I to turn away a helping hand? You’ll have to let me pay you, though,” you bargained, knowing full well how he would fight you about it later if you don’t discuss about it now.

As expected, he huffs disapprovingly. “We’re friends, (name). You don’t need to pay me.”

“I do and I insist. I can’t possibly allow you to work here all day and not pay you. That wouldn’t be right,” you reasoned. He looks like he wants to argue but he decided to close his mouth with this thoughtful look on his face. “Please?” you leaned closer, giving him the best puppy eyes you could’ve mustered.

“That’s just not fair,” he complained, but much to his dismay you didn’t back down. Eventually he realized he’s not getting anywhere with you and he just let out a defeated groan, unable to go against the pleading look you gave him. “Ugh, fine. Whatever, you can pay me if that’s what it takes for you to accept my help.”

Despite his attempt to look annoyed, he can’t help but smile fondly when you cheered with delight and clung to his arm. How could he be annoyed when you seemed so excited to spend more time with him? Really, even to say that you’re excited would be an understatement to describe how you really feel since this would be the first time the two of you work together. You could barely even wait for tomorrow to come.

Perhaps this week wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

As the sky is slowly getting dark, the two of you decided to call it a day. You were just starting to pack up your things when you spotted the familiar lavender dragon keychain on Cael's bag. That keychain was your first gift to him and it both warmed your heart and surprised you to see that not only he still has it, but he also seemed to take great care of it. Seeing it again after all these years really brought back memories and with it, you came to remember the unanswered question that you’d almost forgotten.

Unlike you, Cael did not grow up here. He came to your town four years ago to get some inspiration for his painting and like most people that decided to live here, he also decided to stay for good as he greatly enjoyed the friendly atmosphere of the town. Strangely enough, despite being a newcomer back then, you noticed that he’d never tried to ask you about the dragon stories or even brought up anything about it at all. At first you simply assumed that perhaps he's just uninterested with dragons in general. Dragons are majestic creatures, it is true, but you know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea. However, your assumption was proven wrong when you had the bright idea of gifting him that keychain.

You really didn’t mean anything by it, you just thought that it looked cute and would look good on his bag. Alas, the way to hell is truly paved with good intentions as you quickly realized how your gift seemed to have triggered something in him and not in the good way. You vividly remember how odd he sounded when he thanked you for it and despite his attempt to give you a smile, you could tell that he was really uncomfortable. He even avoided eye contact with you and although he tried his best to pretend like everything was fine, you were not that foolish. He was clearly rattled by your gift and until this day you have no idea why. You did try to ask but he never truly answered your question and eventually you just dropped the subject since you didn’t want to cause him any more discomfort than you already had.

Now that you remember this, you can't help but wonder if he actually dislikes dragons and only keeps the keychain for the sentimental value. Has he ever seen one, then? you wondered as you stared at him. It’s been years since you gave him the keychain and although he still never really brought up anything about dragons to you, he never looked bothered by dragon themed things anymore so maybe now is the right time to ask about it.

“Have you ever seen a dragon before, Cael?” you decided to take your chances, unable to contain your curiosity any longer. You’re aware that he used to travel a lot so he must’ve seen a lot of things during that period of time. Who’s to say he’s never seen a real life dragon before? Maybe he even had bad experience with them, which would explain why he had such a negative reaction to your gift back then.

Surprisingly to you, he didn’t seem upset this time. He just chuckled in amusement as he looks over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “That’s an odd question. Where is this coming from?”

“Just wondering,” you answered vaguely, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by bringing up his reaction to the dragon keychain you gave him. “You’ve been to a lot of places before you came here so I was wondering whether you've ever seen an actual dragon before. I mean, you always seemed to be uninterested in the dragon stories. I thought maybe it's because you've seen one yourself and you know what they say is a load of nonsense.” You watched his expression closely to gauge his reaction. "Have you?"

He hums as he thought about it, his neutral expression unfortunately doesn't offer you any insight of what might be going on in his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have?”

“What do you mean you don’t think you have? You either have seen them or you don’t.”

That earned you a raised eyebrow from him. “Do you not know? When they’re old and powerful enough, dragons could shapeshift to their heart’s content. So who’s to say we’ve never met a dragon disguised as something else?” he asked half-jokingly. This definitely caught you by surprise. Dragons can shapeshift? This is news to you and you’re not sure if it’s a good one.

“Have I lost my mind or did you just really say that dragons can shapeshift?”

“Wait, you really didn’t know?” Now it’s his turn to look bewildered as he gave you the same baffled look you have on your face. “With the amount of dragon themed souvenirs in this town, I thought you’d know this. The older dragons get, the more powerful they’d become and after a while they’d be able to do a lot of things including shapeshifting.”

“Is that really true?”

“It is. You know how I once became a Court Enchantress’ apprentice for a short period of time, right? Well, she used to be really obsessed with dragons and one of the things she taught me was that powerful dragons are able to shapeshift in order to travel more freely and avoid attracting attention. I'm sure you can easily find that information in any book about dragons too if you're interested to know more.”

Your mouth hung open in disbelief as you tried to process that information. Now that you know this, you realize he was right. Who’s to say you’ve never met any dragons before? What if the tales are true but the only reason why you’ve never seen them before is because they’re in another form? What if the bear sightings are actually dragon sightings after all? The possibilities are truly endless and you're not sure whether that's a good thing or not.

Cael linked his arm to yours, bringing your attention back to him. “No need to worry yourself. Even if there are dragons among us I doubt they mean any harm. I assure you, if a dragon wishes to harm you, you’d know. They’re not exactly known for having great impulse control.”

You slowly nod as you thought about his words. It makes sense, you suppose. Why would a dragon pretend to be nice when they could just eat you whole without leaving any trace? As unsettling as it is, at least now you know that even if you’d ever unwittingly interacted with a dragon, you’d never pissed them off even once considering you’re still alive and well. Glass half full, right?

You sigh as you leaned against Cael for comfort, unaware of the troubled look he gives you when he’s certain you’re not looking. You didn’t seem to suspect anything strange from him when you asked him the question and he’s pretty sure he hasn’t given you any reason to. It’s strange, though. He should’ve felt relieved after confirming that you don’t find him suspicious at all but he doesn’t feel relieved at all. Instead, he feels sick. Guilt starts to gnaw at his conscience as he sees how much you trust him and suddenly the secret feels like poison to him. Does he deserve your trust? He means no harm, of course not. But would you believe him if you knew?

He averts his gaze from you as he tries not to think too much about it. Perhaps one day he’ll tell you the truth, but that day is not today.

#monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #dragon #dragon x reader #self insert reader #female reader #teratophillia #terato #exophilia

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triforce-of-mischief · 1 year

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You cannot physically stop people from shipping in the LU fandom. As long as it's properly tagged so it can be avoided it's fine

You’re right, I can’t. And I don’t want to. I enjoy my Zelink, Malink, and Midlink (and many more) and I love to see our boys explore romantic relationships with their princesses, sidekicks, and npcs. And I always tag everything so people can avoid ships if they’re not comfortable with them.

But I’m guessing that’s not what you’re talking about.

You want to make a fuss about how I’ve made my thoughts clear about Linkshipping, in and out of LU.

So here’s the deal, once and for all: Non-LU Linkshipping is not bad. In fact, I support it! I’ve been reading @ageless-soul-au and I LOVE the dynamic between their main ship. The creator of @linked-maze is also open to Linkshipping, and has drawn ship art of their characters.

Too often, people forget that LU is one comic drawn by one person. It’s not the only Links-meet AU and it doesn’t control the rules for every other fandom. Nothing is stopping you from creating content for a different Links-meet AU (that allows Linkshipping), or making your own. You can ship as many Links as you want, and nobody can tell you you’re not allowed to.

The difference with LU is that the one person, who draws one comic, that happened to create one fandom, requested that you respect her wishes to not use her characters for Linkshipping. That’s right: Jojo is not Nintendo. She doesn’t own all Links, but you don’t own her Links. There’s an infinite amount of Links out there for you to ship together, from established AUs to your own. What’s so special about LU that you NEED to be inconsiderate and ship her Links when you can ship somebody else’s (including your own)?

Everybody in the LU fandom is aware of the single rule that Jojo has asked us to follow with her characters. And we like it that way! Shipping discourse is almost nonexistent and it’s a safe place for people on the aroace spectrum who just want their found family content.

But if you come to the LU fandom with the sole purpose of disrespecting everyone just to give yourself a sense of power over somebody else’s creation, I don’t know what to tell you. I hope you reconsider your choice to slap the LU label on your Linkshipping content. I hope you realize how rude it is to everyone when you actively try to mess up the fandom experience for hundreds of people when you could simply avoid LU altogether and let everyone enjoy the content they came here for.

At this point, the only people starting discourse are the wannabe LU-Linkshippers themselves. The majority of the fandom is comfortable with Linkshipping AUs separate from LU, and there’s no need for us to harass non-LU Linkshippers for doing what they want while respecting Jojo and the LU fandom. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, and for some reason you’re dead set on making it our problem too.

This isn’t what I want to be known for. I just want to be a fic writer who loves to angst Legend. I’m not going to involve myself in discourse and I’m telling you right now that if you try to bring it to my ask box, it’s over before it started. Go check out some other AUs and turn off anon if you absolutely have to continue this discussion in a civil manner.

Thank you for understanding.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #linkshipping #tw linkshipping #cw linkshipping #do not start discourse i will block you #and you can block me instead of saying something mean #im here to make friends not enemies #fable's asks #chatting with anon!

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BiTomas week

Day 7. Onsen/Hot Springs

Author's notes: the characters' images are taken from the classic games and supplemented with my headcannons. This is completely unrelated to "Mortal Kombat 1" (2023).

Bi is acting a little uncanonical here, but that's only because he's a lovesick idiot pretending that he can do anything

The hot waters of thermal springs caress the body of a tired ninja, allowing him, at least for a while, to forget about the difficulties and vicissitudes of fate that he has to face almost every day. After a tiring workout, there is nothing better than immersing yourself in hot water and, closing your eyes, enjoying the fresh air of the mountain forests.

For the perfect picture, all that was needed was one charming man nearby. However, for some mysterious reason he refused to dive with him, and was now sunbathing under the rays of the cold sun. At 10 degrees below zero. These cryomancers are amazing people after all.

— Bi Han, — Tomas drawled melodiously, admiring his lover’s half—naked body.

— What do you want? — Sub-Zero responds, lazily opening his eyes.

— Climb in with me.

— No, you come out to me.

— I’d be glad, but I’ll freeze quickly, — Smoke says, throwing up his hands. — Come on, you better come to me. You'll warm up a little.

Bi Han tilts his head to the side and examines the water for a long time, trying to evaluate something. He looks first at Tomas, then at the water, then back at Tomas. A strange silence hung in the air, which Smoke had not yet decided to break. However, Bi Han’s slowness gave rise to vague doubts in his soul. There was something fishy here, but that's what it was... Was he really up to something?

Sub-Zero walked closer to Smoke, looking down at him.

— Are you talking about coming to you?

— Well, if you want, — the guy answered less confidently, feeling strange misgivings.

— I want to, — Bi Han nodded, looking frantically at the clouds of steam forming on the water surface.

— Then climb, — Tomas winked encouragingly.

Waking up from a long contemplation of the frosty haze, Bi Han took a couple of hesitant steps forward, slowly plunging into the mineral waters.

—Are you afraid of this water, or what? — Smoke grins mercilessly, observing his lover’s unusual indecisiveness and slowness.

— No, — he growls roughly, almost snarling. With one sharp movement, he is completely immersed in the water.

— Everything is fine?

— Yes, — Sub—Zero notes, exhaling. — Sorry for being rude... I got nervous.

—Well, okay, — Tomas grunts in response. —I hope you can relax now.

— Next to you, I certainly can, — the cryomancer whispers velvety, hugging his lover with both arms.

Smoke, flattered by the compliment, smiles carefree, feeling cold kisses melting on his hot skin. Bi Han kisses often, drawing intricate patterns on someone else's body that only he can understand. This goes by minute by minute. Slowly but surely the intensity of caresses decreases, and at a certain moment they completely disappear, leaving behind only a pleasant feeling of sensual and tender love.

Enjoying the minutes of blissful relaxation, Tomas mentally notes that Bi Han has become much hotter and, for some reason, is lying motionless. Looking at Sub—Zero's face, he noted with horror that it had become crimson red.

— Bi Han? Everything is fine?

The guy did not respond and still lay motionless on his shoulder. Then Tomas became wary, trying to push him away, but this did not help. Sub—Zero did not react in any way to external stimuli.

— Bi! Wake up! — Tomas screamed, completely confused.

Trying to pull himself together, he exhaled. Guided by intuition, Smoke emerged from the water and pulled Sub-Zero out of there. Bi Han seems to have simply overheated and lost consciousness. The guess seemed to calm Tomas, because this way he could at least guess how to proceed.

Laying him on his back on the cold ground, Smoke began to revive Sub—Zero by rubbing snow over his body. After several painfully long minutes, Bi Han finally opened his eyes, slowly coming to his senses.

— Everything is fine? — Tomas asked worriedly.

— I’m sorry,— Bi Han squeezed out, peering into his lover’s anxious face. — I shouldn’t have... I just... wanted to be closer to you, — he muttered. With every minute his babble only became more and more inarticulate.

— Silly, — Tomas said tenderly, exhaling calmly. It seems like everything worked out fine.

Postscript: I am not an English-speaking person and this is my first experience in writing a literary text in a foreign language. I apologize in advance for all my mistakes in this text and ask you to point them out in the comments or personal messages. Thanks a lot in advance to everyone!

For this wonderful week and no less wonderful BiTomas, thank @bitomas-week. It was an amazing experience that was truly very valuable to me. Many thanks to everyone who read, liked, reposted, etc. This is priceless to me.

#noobsmoke #bitomasweek2023 #bitomas #bi han x tomas #bi han #bi han sub zero #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat #smoke mk #mk smoke #It's been an amazing week

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Reunited

A/n: okay quick drabble and I'm not a HUGE fan of ABO [like if I wrote an ABO fix I would practically change the entire dynamic to the point where it's just shifter/fic labelled ABo yknow?]

But I just thought of something.

So Its the skinner scene, where Shen Qingqiu climbs up the stairs and see's Luo Binghe for the first time.

But in this world, Shen Yuan has NO clue that Shen Qingqiu was an omega! In his stories he was always labelled as a posturing Alpha etc.

Even better if SY world was like ours and HAD no dynamics so he keeps forgetting procedure and the mountain basically let it slide because he was being really cute?

But outside the sect it could be considered rude, but they just think eh thats just SQQ the rude bitch.

But SY never cared about the dynamics before, or the heats, or anything like that or cared.

Until this moment.

When he lost Binghe was may have been a bit down [his maritial siblings thought he could die of heartbreak, an omega who lost a pup esp someone as close as Binghe they REALLY worried for his health and never left him alone!]

So now as Shen Qingqiu saw Binghe?

His brain, and logical side knew Binghe was dangerous, he would come back eventually, it was too soon, and he should run.

His body however had other plans and decided to have a complete breakdown, looking back he would be embarrsed.

But his scent was overhwelming in it's grief, to the point where even the sneering disciples faltered, looking almost shoked and worried for the Peak Lord even Gongyi Xiao gasped,

"Master Shen-"

His danger senses were on mute, all that mattered was that Binghe was here, and Shen Qingqius body moved on its own. He had no idea he would need to touch Binghe, to scent him, to know he was okay for a moment- when Shen Qingqiu stabbed him he worried he made things difficult for Binghe.

Or worse, if Binghe wouldn't return or want to see him again-

it didn't matter as he was suddenly clinging to Binghe and crying over and over again.

He had no idea what he was saying but the system didn't berate him so he let it slide, meanwhile Luo Binghe couldn't breathe or move.

He never predicted this outcome, he hesitently touched Shen Qingqius arms and felt the other latch on further, apologies spilling from his Shizuns lips and seemed as if he may even Qi deviate if he didn't calm down soon!

Luo Binghe hummed, holding him close and stroking his back while releasing his own pheromones to help soothe his Shizun, the Huan Hua delegation must have left them alone except for Gongyi Xiao, a beta who stood guard over the two.

Or in case Binghe took advantage of an omega in this state, his lip curled.

"Shizun, this one is alive, all is well." He spoke, all of his plans turned to dust. He wanted to prove himself, that being a heavenly demon wasn't all he was. He wanted to prove he was a reliable cultivator and was worthy of his Shizun and yet this proved that he did regret it!

When Luo Binghe took Shen Qingqiu back to the Inn with his Marital uncles, Shen Qingqiu was mortified by what transpired, even when both Liu Qingge and Mu Qingfang confirmed what Shen Qingqiu was doing in his abscence.

Luo Binghe could feel his chest overflow with emotions as he looked at his Shizun in wonder. It was too good to be true!

And let his own excitment, Xin Mo and being so close to Shen Qingqiu who even after his qi deviation hadn't learned to curb his own scent because he was never taught how to, Luo Binghe clutched his hand.

"Shizun, let me court you! This Binghe wants to come home to the bamboo house and cook you food and wake up beside you everyday!"

Shen Qingqiu blinked...what!?

"Please Shizun, consider this unworthy disciple-"

He barely finished before Liu Qingge tacklet him through the door out into the street where a brawl began.

Shen Qingqiu blinked, eyes wide.

...WHAT!?

#SVSSS #svsss #scum #villain #shen yuan #fanfic #shen #scumbag villain #scumbag system #system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu

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I'm gonna say something that might make elmax tumblr mad at me but:

as much as El and Max are besties in the sense of the nonexclusive title, I can't honestly say I think they're mutual best friends in the sense of literal #1 ranking of emotional closeness.

Max becomes El's best friend within the same hour that they meaningfully interact, surpassing Mike by miles. no contest. but I think Max's best friend is still Lucas.

Max doesn't really share emotionally with El. she's a brand new friend and doesn't really have the, what do I want to say, life experience? to become Max's go-to confidant right away, which is a pretty major pillar of emotionally close friendship. El is so new to normal human relationships and regular life across the board. she would listen and care if Max confided in her, undoubtedly, but someone to whom you'd have to pause and explain and define aspects of what you just said honestly isn't going to be your #1 choice when you're upset and just want to vent and be understood. there's definitely no lack of emotional intelligence or anything like that from El, she's just not the easiest one to communicate with.

El actually COULD understand Max a lot better than Max might expect - and vice versa - but since neither of them really tells the other anything about themselves (at least not onscreen), they don't know just how much they can relate to each other yet.

what little sharing Max has done with El has been mostly in brief unintentional(?) inferences that El didn't engage with ("happy screams" being a troubling insight into her home life, etc). and I see extremely little evidence that El has ever told Max or anyone else much about the lab.

their friendship in s3 is more about being kids and having fun together (which is not something shallow! they both need that so badly) and they have more of a mentor-mentee relationship in some ways. just when their friendship could be getting deep, they get separated which is horribly unfortunate.

I don't mean to paint Max as the giver and El as the taker - they're different things to each other. Max drops everything and immediately offers advice, friendship, and warmth to a girl who's previously been rude to her for no reason, expecting no apology and asking nothing in return. but El spends season 3 body-shielding Max from monsters, is there to hold Max when Billy dies, and moves mountains unasked to find/protect/save Max in 4. she is very much there for Max emotionally, just verbal/written communication isn't her strong suit, and that's especially hard in a long distance friendship where that's the only way you can communicate.

Lucas, on the other hand. he has the distinction of being the first person to make her feel accepted in an unfamiliar town, her first true friend in Hawkins or possibly ever, and I don't think that's overwritten by one shopping spree.

Max really opened up quite soon to Lucas considering her trust issues in season 2 and he made it a very positive experience for her. not much of substance happened between them in 3 but in 4, their relationship seems to have its greatest emotional depth ever despite being broken up, and she voiced her literal deepest darkest secrets and suicidal ideations in front of him. (El heard it too, but Max didn't actually consent to that, although I imagine she would have). Henry used Lucas for a vision, knowing her fears would hurt the worst coming from Lucas's mouth. Lucas is the first person Max mentioned she had already looked for when she went to Dustin's house to talk about what she saw, and that was before their reconciliation.

but now here's something to offend lumax tumblr as well: I don't think Max has been Lucas's best friend at any point so far.

am I forgetting a time he's told her anything about himself? a time she's complimented him? I can't think of a topic he's discussed seriously with her that didn't pertain to Max herself, their relationship, or upside down stuff. his best friend is still within the party - Mike or Will I bet.

I could absolutely see Lucas finding Max daunting to open up to, even before her depression in 4. the way she treats him in 3 doesn't give me the sense there's a whole lot of sharing or validation going on for Lucas. I'm not saying she's a bad girlfriend to him, but I am saying she must make him feel a lot less emotionally cared for than he does her, unless he's extremely aware that they have very different ways of showing love. Max really is nice and definitely would listen and care if he shared seriously (and she has shown him that, just not often or recently), but she definitely has an exterior you have to get past first and I wonder how much he tries to do that.

I assume their friendship/relationship had to have had more depth than what we actually saw onscreen but I feel like Lucas lets his feelings be easily swept under the rug when it comes to Max vs the boys. the "the lady is never wrong" policy he learns from his father may keep the peace, but it isn't healthy for the long term. and this may be a subset of that, but I think Lucas prioritizes Max's hardships above his own (that's gonna be huge for him in 5 and beyond - he got traumatized by what happened to Max too, but he won't be inclined to seek validation of that especially not from her).

while they both absolutely care and empathize, Max and Lucas's backgrounds and struggles aren't ones that each other can personally relate to much. Max doesn't know what it's like to get bullied for being black and Lucas doesn't know what it's like to grow up in a poor, broken, abusive home.

but while their childhoods looked drastically different too, El and Max actually could relate to a lot about each others' pasts. El wouldn't know much about being a child of divorce, but can relate to having an abusive big brother, to wanting to escape, to major trust issues and craving love, to refusing to grow up to be what her abusers want her to be. Max doesn't know what it's like to grow up in a lab, but she can relate to being a little girl unsafe in her own home, to having a hard-learned no snitching policy, to living with a bad man she's supposed to call dad whose abuse causes her sibling to abuse her in turn, to refusing to repeat that cycle.

El and Max have potential to have an incredibly deeply understanding mutual best friendship, and I think they will once they get a chance to spend some time together, process what just happened in 4, and open up to each other about more.

simply aging and maturing will contribute to this as well but I think what Max has learned in 4 will make her more emotionally available with Lucas (disregarding that in reality she'd probably close off more than ever after 4 but it's the last season and we don't have time for that) in fact she was already starting to open up to him more just before she died. I hope they don't rush the relationship aspect of lumax because their friendship is sososo important and deserves its own attention tbh. I want to see some mutual emotional sharing between them where Lucas's trauma isn't sidelined.

also El and Lucas, the combination with I'd say the least in common, absolutely must do some massive bonding over Max. I want the two who were slowest to warm up to each other as kids to be absolutely ride or die. the brot3 potential is there I just need everyone to communicate!

tl;dr: Max is El's best friend but El isn't Max's best friend, and Lucas is Max's best friend but Max isn't Lucas's best friend

#lucas sinclair #max mayfield #eleven #lumax #elumax but in a brot3 way #I MUST KNOW what is the status of el and max's communications in s4 #in other news I think will/mike and robin/steve are the only mutual best friendships on the show #all I ever hear on here is that mike is brushed off and never talks about his needs #but can I ask when lucas ever gets to talk about himself #long post #character analysis

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The Oracle|| The Isekai’d Oracle|| Concept Oneshot 6

Sorry for posting much lately. This week has been extra busy for me and had drained my creative writing energy. It wasn't until a few hours ago, I finally came up with something. A big storm came again and I got inspired. So here is some angst. Also, it's unedited let's hope things are written correctly. Remember you can request or ask questions.

A storm rages outside, trying to tear apart the world. The temple stays resilient, seeing storms way worse through its time. A celestial being watches the rain fall from the sky. The piercing thunder tore through the air shaking the world.

Wukong wasn't one to reminisce, choosing to forget about it. Especially now knowing how he made so many mistakes. Too late to regret or apologize, the only option is to sadly continue on. Yet here he was, thinking about someone he tried to forget. Deep down, this was only one of many choices he regrets.

Wukong couldn't wrap his head around how you would sacrifice everything. The only thing tying you to this world and abandoning it. All for what? Why sacrifice everything for him?

He doesn't have a clue, even after all this time. You said it will make sense in the future. Even when he matured and saw how his past actions weren't the best. Wukong still couldn't understand your reasoning.

“Ah, why am I remembering her now? It doesn’t matter, that spirit is long gone.” He said, trying to calm his loud mind.

A faint memory of you worms its way into his mind. How you would try to secretly visit him when he got trapped under that mountain. During that time, he chalked it to guilt. Yet even in the strongest of storms, you ventured out to visit him.

Is that the reason why he's out on the porch and waiting? That, maybe, you'll show up and keep him company like the old times.

His chest feels tight, throat burning. The thought set free an emotion he tried to kill and bury.

It was useless to cry now.

Too late for tears.

“Why are you here?”

“Is it a crime to just want to keep someone company?”

“Maybe if you have caused someone’s current imprisonment.”

“Call me a weak coward all you want, but I'm not strong or brave like you. I can't face the whole celestial army. When the Jade Emperor asks you a question, you answer truthfully.” You huff. Looking away annoyed, regardless that guilty expression took over.

The atmosphere was tense.

“So you can meet the Jade Emperor? Then will you pass on some words for me?”

“I swear, you want me to get exiled.” The spirit sat beside Wukong, getting comfortable.

“Oh please, you're a spirit. Not like being exiled will do anything.”

“No, but it takes a lot to tie me to this world, and I'll be in big trouble if I am cut off from it.”

“I see a win-win situation here.”

“You're such a rude little monkey.”

The spirit crosses her arms, slightly offended by his words. Wukong couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

‘Perhaps having her company wouldn't be so terrible.’

The thunder roared, mercifully tearing Wukong away from that memory.

A memory that is best forgotten with the rest.

He was about to head back into the temple. Ready to end this tiring day. When a blast of energy blasted through.

A familiar blast of pure warm energy.

Wukong faces where the blast originated. A busy city, he doesn't travel to.

Megapolis.

A part of him wanted to believe that he imagined it. However, the blast had blown away the storm clouds. Leaving a ring of clouds exposing the blue sky.

Wukong wanted to check to see if you were actually there. However, he didn't move.

How can he face you after everything?

Could it be possible for you to even accept an apology? Do you even want to see him?

No, it's better if he stayed out of it. Wukong won't be able to live with himself if his actions hurt you again.

“It's for the best.” He said while walking back into the temple. Wanting nothing but to forget the past.

#lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk reader #sun wukong #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #sun wukong x reader #lmk oneshot #lmk y/n #lmk angst #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x y/n #wukong x reader #The Isekai’d Oracle

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cummin-n-cryin · 2 years

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This but the reader does actually love them back, but follows the same thought process and they beat themselves up after thinking about wether or not they were right about the twins not actually being in love with them.

Mutual pinning but no reciprocation due to fear of heartbreak later on.

~Thank you for your request!

Unrequited Love - part 2

Jade Leech + Floyd Leech x gn!reader (all separate)

Read part one here! Part one has male!reader and is from the twins pov!

Tw: Lots of angst, no happy ending, making reader feel bad

Wordcount: 1,120 + 1,678

Side Note: Hopefully I understood your request and sry for the long wait! I hope this was okay!

~Jade Leech~

You remember the way you felt when you had first met Jade.

He had this sort of mysterious and almost oppressive aura, like he always knew something you didn't. It didn't make it any better when he looked at you with those sharp eyes of his.

His eyes, how could you ever forget them?

The way he looked at you with such intensity, like he was trying to dissect you on the spot. It felt like he was trying to peel you apart piece, one by one revealing each horrible secret and insecurity you had to his cruel eyes. You really could never tell what that man was thinking.

It only made you more confused about him when he had started to frequently invite you to the Mostro Lounge. You thought that it was just a part of his job, he was close to Azul after all. But the way he was so insistent on being the only one to serve and assist you was a little odd. Even when you had brought your three friends Ace, Deuce and Grim, it was subtle but noticeable to you the way he would speak a bit softer to you. Even the way he would put your cup down onto the table was much more gentle than the others.

You also noticed that you would run into him in the school's halls much more frequently and every time without fail, no matter how busy he looked, he would ask you if he could accompany you to wherever you were heading. It was strange but the company was admittedly quite nice. He was always so pleasant to speak with. You slowly started to think that maybe you were wrong about him? Maybe he wasn't as bad as you first thought?

Soon, he started to invite you to join him on his hikes through the mountains. You two didn't talk too much during your hikes together but in a way just hanging out with Jade made you feel... happy. You always remember fondly the way he would run up to a mushroom and tell you all about it. How he smiled and seemed so excited to talk to you about his honestly quite cute interest warmed your heart.

It was strange to you how in only a few months you would feel this way for him. Instead of your heart fluttering in fear or unease it was drowning in this warmth. You had thought about that feeling for a long time, trying to figure out what it meant and why it was there.

After many nights and days you finally figured it out. It was love.

Wait...

You loved Jade.

THE Jade Leech. The same Jade who torments others for fun with his twin Floyd. Who helped lure people into Azul's backstabbing contracts, who's well known around the school for being so manipulative and cruel. How could you trust someone like that? How could you love someone like that?

But at the same time you can't help but remember the way he's treated you these past couple months. How almost soft and sweet he was to you...

Was Jade manipulating you? Was he trying to get something from you? Was he in love with you? All these questions made your head spin. You didn't know what to believe.

It wasn't until one day as you were sitting on a bench watching the sunset in the distance that you would finally receive an answer.

Jade had found you there. He politely asked you if he could sit next to you. Not wanting to be rude you let him. He asked you basic questions, "How has your day been?", "Did you struggle with any of your lessons?", and so on.

It wasn't strange for Jade to ask you these questions, but you could tell there was some sort of... tension in the air. Like he was stalling for some reason. What was he planning?

It was quiet for a few moments until Jade then turned to you, looking at you with his sharp eyes... No, they were different this time. They were softer, more gentle. It was such a strange thing to see and it only made what he said next all the more strange to you.

Jade confessed his love to you.

He told you that he loved you, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that you made him happy. He said all of these things with the softest voice you've ever heard him speak in. It was like for the first time since you met him that you got to finally see behind that gentlemanly facade of his. That for this one moment in time as you looked into his soft eyes that reflected the light of the sunset you got to see Jade.

You truly loved him. You loved him...

And that's why what you told him next made you feel like the cruelest person in the entire world.

You rejected him.

The way he looked at you made your heart break. His eyes seemed to glisten with unshed tears and it was only made worse as he had said "Why?" in the most heartbroken voice you have ever had the misfortune of hearing. How could a man so well known for being heartless and cruel make you feel like the biggest screw up of the century.

You tried to make the excuse that you didn't trust him, that you believed someday he would grow bored of you and he would end up throwing you off to the side like some toy left to rot away, broken and forgotten. How could you truly be sure that this wasn't just some act of his?

Your excuses were all lies and you knew it.

With every word you spoke you felt like you were digging a deeper and deeper hole for yourself, but it felt like it was too late to go back.

Jade changed after you were done talking. His eyes changed back to their sharp form, but it was different this time they looked.. emptier than usual. He sat up straight and on his face his signature smile appeared. All of the Jade you just saw was gone, completely.

He stood up, his eyes closed as he apologized for wasting your time, before walking away from you, leaving you there in your misery.

And misery you felt.

How could you be so cruel, so heartless? You tried to convince yourself it was the right decision to reject him. But the more you tried to convince yourself the less you believed it.

You can't change the past even though you wished so desperately in that moment that you could.

~Floyd Leech~

Floyd was hard to describe in words..

When you had first met Floyd you were watching him from the sidelines as he was busy tormenting your three friends. He eventually sent you all running away from him, saying how he wanted to chase and catch you. However his brother Jade stopped him, dragging Floyd back to the Mostro Lounge. It was all kinda terrifying.

Soon enough you'd run into him again as you were standing atop a small bridge-like structure in the botanical garden. It overlooked a small pond and had a stream running under the bridge. It was quite the relaxing place.

You had been minding your business when, "BAH!", hands suddenly grabbed you making you let out a small scream. You turned around to see the culprit just to be met with a sharp-toothed grin and a pair of mismatched eyes looking at you.

Of course, it was none other than Floyd.

You tried to tell him not to do that but he only laughed at you before calling you cute and leaving you there in bewilderment. Floyd called you cute?

This wouldn't be the last time Floyd scares you or calls you something weird.

There was another time where you were in the library. You needed this book for Professor Crewel's alchemy class. At this point you've searched everywhere for this damned book, yet for some reason you just couldn't seem to find it.

As you were turning to leave the aisle you were in, you suddenly bumped into someone. You fell down and as you looked up to apologize you saw none other than Floyd. He looked down at you with that same sharp-toothed grin as he chuckled and said, "Lookin' for this?", he shoved a book in your direction.

It was the same book that you've spent the past hour looking for. You reached up to retrieve the book just for him to pull it away from you and with his other hand he roughly grabbed yours and pulled you up to your feet. You fell onto him from the sudden movement. Before quickly trying to push yourself off of him, he leaned towards you and whispered, "You look so good y'know that?"

Now standing on your own two feet, Floyd laughed at your flustered face. He then shoved the book in your direction again. You huffed as you grabbed it from him. Finally having the book, you turned and left walking off. You just needed to get away from him.

The weirdest thing he's done was probably that one time when he gave you roses. Bright red roses tied together with a purple ribbon were set on the porch to Ramshackle. There was no note or anything that would say who set them there but you wouldn't need one.

As you picked them up from the ground and looked around for anyone nearby you found the culprit, Floyd, who was currently trying to get one of his shoes unstruck from the top of a tree branch. After he finally got his shoe out of the tree he noticed you were staring at him. He gave you a large grin as he waved at you shoe in hand. He then yelled at you, "You like em'?!" Instead of answering you just went back inside the dorm. What a weirdo..

He really was quite the nuisance at times but in a strange way you found him oddly charming? As you thought about your feelings more and more towards the chaotic eel you came to the realization that perhaps you were beginning to fall in love with him.

You were in love with Floyd..

The same Floyd who beats up other students or "squeezes" them because they broke a contract, who's so well known around the school for his "mood swings". Speaking of his "mood swings," what if all that he's done in the past couple months was just that, just something he was doing cause he "felt like it". Was he just doing all of this to mess with you? Was he doing it as apart of a plan Jade or Azul had made?

All these questions annoyed you and it annoyed you more to think that if it was all apart of some big plan then you were falling for it. You were in love with Floyd and you really didn't know what to do about it.

It didn't help that one day as you were sitting on a bench enjoying some peace and quiet, Floyd had suddenly appeared. You got up to leave when he grabbed your sleeve and said, “I love you Shrimpy.” Not knowing how to respond you responded with, "Ok.” Then you walked away. Your heart was pounding from being put on the spot so suddenly. He couldn't have been serious, right? It must have been a joke or something, yeah, that's all that it was.

Soon, you'd realize that it was in fact not a joke as one day Floyd would find you again.

You were walking back to Ramshackle, tired from school and hanging out with your three friends. You heard footsteps behind you. You turned around to see who it was and to your surprise it was Floyd.

He strangely enough hadn't talked to you for almost a whole week so suddenly seeing him was quite the surprise.

As Floyd caught up to you, he grabbed your sleeve and started to drag you off somewhere with him. As soon as you began to complain he hushed you and said, "There's something I gotta show you." Begrudgingly you complied, partly because you were too tired to fight him and partly because you were very interested in what he had to show you.

As you walked with him you realized that he was taking you to the botanical garden. But more specifically he took you to a certain spot within it. You two stood atop a small bridge-like structure that overlooked a small pond, it also had a stream running under it.

Wait, you recognize this...

This was the same place that you and Floyd first properly "met".

However for some reason this place looked much more beautiful than you remember it. Perhaps it was the way the setting sun shined through the glass panes far above you were reflected in the water causing it to shimmer in a almost rainbow-like effect. Or maybe it was the way the petals that fell from the nearby flowers floated atop the water seemed to gracefully dance with each other.

Was this place always this beautiful?

Your attention was soon drawn to Floyd. He leaned upon the bridge's railing, his arms crossed over each other as he gazed down into the water. His eyes were hooded and his lips were held in a straight line as though he was lost in thought. The glow of the setting sun illuminated his figure from the glass panes far above the both of you and the water's rainbow-like effect seemed to reflect onto his skin and eyes. In a strange way it made it seem like his eyes were glowing.

Was he always this beautiful?

Floyd sighed and turned to look at you. You've never seen Floyd like this before. He looked almost.. scarily determined. Like what he was about to do or say was the most important thing in the world.

So you looked at him waiting with baited breath for whatever was to come.

Floyd confessed that he loved you.

That all these months he was trying to show you how much he cared about you but it seemed like you just never understood his advances. So, it went from him desperately trying to show how much he loved you to him trying desperately to prove that he loved you. He was never joking or messing around. He meant every word, every gesture of affection. He meant it. It was real. He loved you.

You looked at him as he went on trying to explain himself to you. You saw the way his eyes seemed to glisten with unshed tears of frustration and the way his lips quivered as he spoke about how much you meant to him. You saw his hands as they shook in fear throughout every gesture he made with them.

Floyd really wasn't lying. He was afraid. He was showing you that he was afraid, he was being open with you. He wasn't hiding his emotions or faking them.

But there was still that sliver of doubt that creeped into the back of your mind and no matter how desperate he seemed it made you doubtful of his words. Besides, what of all the things he's done to others? All the times he's "squeezed" people. What of his "mood swings"? How could you ever be sure?

So, you had rejected him.

The way he looked at you hurt. His eyes and mouth opened in shock, as he spoke, “Wha- why?” The confusion and disbelief was evident in his voice. But you could also hear the heartache. Looking into his eyes you could see the unshed tears ready to fall down his face. If he was lying to you then why does he look so hurt?

You tried to explain yourself. To save yourself from the possible guilt of thinking that this was real. That you just rejected the man who you not only fell in love with but seemed to so clearly return your feelings.

You told him that you had rejected him because you believed that he would eventually grow bored of you. That when you weren’t entertaining enough to him anymore he would discard you like some toy, unloved and forgotten.

It was a good excuse, wasn't it?

Floyd looked at the ground. He then scoffed before turning around and leaving you there on the bridge. He didn't say another word, he didn't even look at you.

As he left your sight, you fell to your knees. How could you be such a fuckup?

You loved him and he loved you.

And you just ruined it.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #tw angst

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