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imnotasuperhero · 10 months

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Don't go (meet me in the afterglow)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Sometimes things can be fixed. Would your relationship with Wanda be fixed or is it too late?

A/N: I AM BACK!! At least I'll try to be more active now. I hope you enjoy this request I've got from @wandabear and don't hate me much? I meaaaan.. if you squint, you have the answer.

I've might end it like this in case you guys want a continuation? I just.. AAHHHHH! Anyways. Enjoy!

All in Wanda's body itched as if a colony of red ants settled camp in her skin, and the fact you've been staring at her for the last 20 minutes did nothing to placate the itch.

But instead of facing you like her brain ordered her to, she just ignored your presence, tending to other tables and refilling whatever empty contaner she found, working extra hard to forget about your burning eyes on her every move. Because no matter how her heart hurted to know the truth, her soul wasn't ready to face such sorrow.

Maybe she's fooled herself from the beginning. Maybe you were simply a player in this game her life was, but her desperation to have something that belonged to her was stronger than whatever red alert her brain sent her. After all, Wanda wasn't one to think things through when it came to her heart.

If only she'd paid attention to the crooked path you've lead her through.

But how could she notice the red flags when all it took was a smile or a small, yet burning touch in the right place for her brain to become mushy goo?

All the secrets you both shared in the intimacy of her bed with only the moonlight lightening your naked bodies and all the tears of laughter taking over you, did nothing but to heal her wounded heart.

"I'm getting uncomfortable with her staring at you like that for so long," Mag grunted, taking her out of her reverie. "Make her go or I'll call Eric."

Wanda could only look blankly at the black eyes staring back disaprovingly at her before her feet started to move.

Closing her eyes momentarily, Wanda inhaled deeply twice, thrice, gathering the courage to face you after all the weeks of radio silence.

"If you're not ordering anything else, you must go." Wanda felt the bile reaching her troath at the venom she heard in her voice.

"We need to talk," your burning gaze on her had Wanda's skin burning in that warm way she loved oh, so much.

"Not today." The brunette nodded in the negative, rushing to gather your remainings before cleaning the table you somehonow keept immaculately clean.

The burning in her hand had her inhaling sharply, all the while fighting with her body not to melt at your soft skin on hers.

"Please," you begged honestly, and Wanda was never someone to deny you.

"There's nothing to say, Y/N." She removed her hand from your grip, already missing the warm feeling. After all, she had to fend for herself.

Gasping, Wanda's legs trembled as she felt your hands finding home at both sides of her hips, you right thumb taking advantage of her riddled shirt as it graced the soft patch of skin under its reach.

"Wands, I need to-"

"Hey! You better back off."

Wanda almost cried at the loss, but silently thanked the big guy for rescuing her.

"Easy, dude. I'm not doing anything," you raised your hands as you stepped back just enough to be outside her personal space.

"Touching the staff is forbidden," the tall, ginger cooker frowned upon you, and Wanda didn't know how to react. She's never seen him so serious before.

"It's okay, Eric. She's going now." The brunette took the tray while faking her best poker face as you took your coat and walked away defeatedly, not without sending her one last look.

"You can do better, kid." Eric squeezed her shoulder before walking away, leaving her to detangle the knot of mixed emotions inside her chest.

But just when she thought the worst had passed, Wanda's heart froze as she saw the figure of someone standing by her car, only iluminated by the street lamp a few feet away.

With her car keys between her fingers in a tightened grip, Wanda walked with firm steps, yet quietly, ready to attack if needed.

But all the uncertainty she felt started to disipate when, with every step closer to her car, the misterious person showed itself to be... you.

"You don't know how to give up. Do you?" Wanda bit her cheek not to laugh at your exaltation.

"Not when it comes to you. No." You smiled something shy, and Wanda would be lying if it didn't affect her. "I just need you to hear me out," you explained. "Preferably somewhere warmer than here," your sheepish expresion had her smiling something warm.

"I normally wouldn't do this, but I worked a double and I don't feel like going out. I'll meet you at my apartment." Wanda knew it was a risky move. But truth be told, she still trusted you with her soul, so she had nothing to fear.

"Uhm, I don't have my car."

"Get in, then." She ordered when the alarm deactivated.

The ride to her place was filled with a tangible silence, only disturbed by the soft tune comming from the stereo.

Looking trough her periferal vision, Wanda could notice your anxious demeanor, and she secretly smiled triumphantly at knowing she still had some effect on you, which she'd clearly take some advantage of. After all, two can play this game.

"We can either have reheated spaguetti or we can ask for take out." Wanda informer as she turned the steeringwheel towards her street.

"If you cooked it, spaguetti is okay for me," you smiled shily and Wanda nodded, smirking internally.

Stoping the car in her parkinglot, Wanda stepped off her car with her key ready to lock it up as soon as you exited ass well.

"You know the place. I'm gonna shower quickly before we talk. Yes?" She informed as she walked to her apartment.

"Yes, boss," you joked, hot on her heels.

To say your heart has been threatening to get out of your chest all day was an understatement. The mixed emotions of regret, fear and hope had you trusting your body to act on autopilot as the wires on your brain hadn't been able to work properly for the last few days, when you decided to just bit the bullet and fight to win her back.

Hopefully, this time you'd be a better version of yourself. Your story with Wanda was only meant to be, as any true love was.

Looking around you, it was impossible to stop your mind from reviving the memories you shared in this same apartment. Every corner in these four walls had a special moment that will forever live in you.

"I still don't get why you like this one," you smiled tenderly at the picture you held in your hands.

"Well, it's the first picture we had together," Wanda shrugged as her arms closed around your middle.

"I'm sure there are better ones," you scrunched your nose as your eyes analized the portrait doing your best to ignore Wanda's hot breath in your neck as she placed soft kisses on your skin.

"Not everyone has phisical proof of the love of their life staring at them so whippedly," you could feel the smirk in her voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Turning in her hold, you could only kiss her nose. "What can I say? I'm just a woman who's been struck by the beauty of a Goddess."

"Is that your way to get into my pants?" Wanda's brow rised mischeviously and you could only swallow hard.

"I'm hurt you think so poorly of me, ma'am,"

"I couldn't find it in me to throw it away," Wanda's voice brought you back to the present.

"To be honest, I'm glad you didn't," you mumbled as you placed the portrait back in its place before you followed her to the kitchen, where she busied herself with dinner.

"Part of me hoped I'd see you again," the shaking in her voice had your heart cracking.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," you offered in vain.

"At least it served to help you see the truth?"

As your eyes never left Wanda's movements, you noticed how her body shaked almost imperciptibly as she spoke those words.

Closing the distance, your hand reached hers, linking your fingers together like you used to do all the time.

"Please, look at me?" You begged heartfully, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding when she complied.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I know I'm the one who ruined us," you spoke your heart's contents, ready to fight back if you were allowed the chance.

"I thought you trusted me better than that," Wanda's green eyes shone with pain, and you felt a thousand knives stabbing your heart.

"I did, I do, and I always will," you cupped her face, choking on a sob when she leaned against your touch so trusting yet painfully.

"I just surrendered to my demons," you confessed, hoping she could see the truth. "I let my fears take over our love and I hurted us, you, in the process. And I couldn't be more sorry for that."

At the silence you were met with, your thumb brushed the few tears rolling down Wanda's cheek.

"I never meant to break us, Wands. All I wanted was to feel the love you vowed to me. All I wanted was for your touch to disipate the dark fog in my soul." You cried, showing your hand for the first time over the table, hoping to win the game. Hoping Wanda saw your heart beating with no filter in it. Just your scars and cracks on display for her to see.

All you wanted right here, right now, was for the love of your life to see how her love healed every single corner of your heart.

All you wanted for her was to meet you in the afterglow.

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orchid-mantis-petals · 3 months

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WHEN HOME BECOMES YOU CHAPTER 8

/ Hello!! HI!! I am so excited to drop this chapter it was so scrumptious to write.

/ As per the Poll (Which is now deleted) you loves asked for this Chapter tonight, I am here to give.

/ I forewarn, I have not proofread it this time. I am far too tired to try that tonight. So I will likely proofread and edit tomorrow AM.

/ As always thank you to @maximumkillshot for guiding and giving me ideas. And @taeminsung who is always quick to text me their reacts. Love you both!!

/ Last notes for now, I have a work schedule change coming up. Saturday will become the posting date for this fic. Baring any health complications I will update if there is a delay or of we're on track for the drop. This week will only have this chapter (Unless I get ballsy but with my flare up probably not). So without further ado here we go!!

/ Genre: ANGST, fluff, comfort, cuddles

/ Warnings: Blood (Reader and Bin), PTSD, panic attack, Screaming, crying, injury (Axel, and reader), wound care, SWEARING BECAUSE IM A FEIND (If I miss any comment below I'm very tired..)

/ Summary:

Changbin sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he followed the rest down to the vehicles. It wasn’t as though he slept. Your constant presence at his side that night just eased the tiredness that took time to come. Now he was sure once he was home he would fall asleep like the dead. He was polite enough to bow to the concierge on his way out. Outside the main lobby he shivered, the short sleeve shirt he brought with him wasn’t enough to keep him warm against the chilled air. Winter would make her own debut in the coming months.

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him.

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully.

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him.

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully.

“Well hurry up Bin we’ll warm up the car,” Chan tossed the key fob to him he was thankfully alert enough to catch it before it fell to the floor.

“Thanks!!” He stepped back inside the lobby and made sure he was quick to head up to your apartment. It felt like hours in his tired brain as he watched the elevator climb higher and higher until it finally dinged on the 8th floor. When he stepped off his feet dragged him to the familiar blank door that belonged to your home. He knocked once, twice, thrice with no answer. He heard sounds beyond the wood so he was sure you were awake. They hadn’t even left your garage yet. Not even two minutes ago he was wishing you goodnight with a gentle hug on the way out. It wasn’t until he heard your scream that he leapt into action.

Changbin was thankful to find your front door had yet been locked. Though he was sure he could force it open if he had needed to. There was no time for manners, not when his blood ran cold at the idea of you in pain. The short hallway that was your entryway didn’t yield any results as to why you had cried out so desperately. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner that he caught sight of you. The space behind your couch, just in front of the stairs. Quickly he came to join you. He only stopped when his sneaker crunched on something. At a closer glance he saw a shattered picture frame. The picture that once lay within was cut apart by the glass. There was no time for him to figure out why the photo and frame had such significance. Not when he could see the blood trickle down your hands, it pooled into the cracks of the floor below you. The jacket he left behind was now used to push aside the glass that lay around you. His goal was to protect whatever part of you he could. The sound of the glass drew your attention upward toward him. But in the glassy light your eyes gave off he could tell you were not with him. Your mind elsewhere, not a registered part of this world.

“Y/n??” He called as he stood above you, not far off to your left he saw your cell phone. A call still counting up the time at which you were on with that person. He didn’t pay much mind to it any further, not when he felt your hand clasped around his wrist. He winced as the glass embedded in your palms scratched at his skin. His blood now mingled with yours as it dropped to the floor.

“I promise, I promise to be good,” he was confused, what had you meant when you said you would be good. Had you been bad?? Had he done something to make you think you weren’t good or kind?? Your hand dragged his forward until it settled into your hair. You forced his fingers into a fist your hair caught in his palm. “See, I’m good..I’m so good. Please..I’ll be good if you stop hurting them..please..stop hurting them. I’m here..I’ll be good,” his breath left him fast at the sight of you on your knees like that. You begged for harm to befall you at the expense of another. Tears pricked at his eyes as you continued to beg him for something he wouldn’t dare give you. It was then he realized yet again, you were not here with him. Your brain had cast you into a vast hellscape. One that made him a monster to you, a monster more than willing to usher in pain, to make an example out of your misery.

“Changbin, what’s taking-“ from the doorway he heard Felix but paid him no mind as he knelt in front of you with his hand letting go of your hair. He didn’t face the Australian, not when you needed him more. Felix called to you, but you didn’t respond. Your eyes locked with Changbin as the battle behind them turned into a war.

“Felix, figure out who’s on the phone,” the young blonde nodded as he scooped up your device and moved to the kitchen to speak with whoever was on the other side. Changbin studied your face once more, small cuts across your cheeks had him worried glass had settled into more than just your hands. The streaks of blood wet with your tears as they continued to wash over the scratches on your skin. There was no spark in your eyes. No fire. Not in the ways he had come so used to seeing, not in the ways he’d slowly begun to love. Gently his hand soothed over your tangled hair, his aim to fix what his hand had messed up. Though he was careful to not add to the blood that was all over you. “My sweet Whimsy, it’s me. Changbin. Can you hear me??” His voice was so light so soft all he wanted was for you to come back to the world around them.

“I'll never do it again. I’ll never leave you, just don’t hurt them. Don’t hurt anyone else,” Changbin stayed calm as you continued to beg for something that he’d never give. Something someone else had taken from you.

“It’s okay Whimsy. Look me in the eyes. I am not who you are thinking of. I am not here to hurt you. Come back to me Whimsy,” his motions slow, delicate in regards to you. After a few minutes he could see some light come back to your eyes. “Sweet Whimsy, are you with me??” There was a pause as you looked around the room, then down at your hands.

“Yes..” your voice croaked with the effort to speak through the soreness he was sure you had in your throat.

“Good, can I help clean you up??” When you nodded he slowly lifted you off the floor by your elbow and walked toward your bathroom. He looked to Felix, then to the mess on the floor in hopes the younger would understand what he was trying to ask. Your bathroom was small, but Changbin didn’t care. Not when you needed someone to help you. Not when you let him help you. Something all the boys had wanted to do for a very long time.. He settled you on the toilet with gentle hands before he set a towel on your lap to catch the blood that dropped from your hands. “Where’s your first aid kit??”

“Under the sink,” he made sure you kept your hands still over the towel as he reached for the familiar white box that contained all first aid needs. He rummaged quietly as he sat on the edge of your bathtub. The tweezers were first. He apologized gently as he pulled each and every piece of glass from your palms and fingers. It startled him that you didn’t flinch, you barely registered each glass he pulled free from your hands. Occasionally he noticed a nerve pull the muscles, an involuntary reaction to what he was doing. Your control was scary. He began to wonder how many times harm had come to you?? How many times had you experienced pain at the hands of another?? “Bin??” He had stopped moving. Tweezers poised over your palms as he got lost in his thoughts.

“Just seeing if any needed stitches,” he smiled kindly at you before he put away the tweezers. “This will hurt, I'm sorry,” he didn’t want to add more to your pain, but he knew the next part needed to happen if you were going to heal. Changbin decided to grab a towel close by and soak it in the alcohol rather than dumbing it into your open cuts. This way he had more control over the situation. One by one he cleaned the cuts on your hands and face. The only noise that was heard in the room was the soft rustling of Changbin as he began the process of bandaging your wounds and the soft sniffles you let out every so often. “Want to tell me about it??” Whatever this was, whatever had you, his kind and stoic Whimsy sobbing on the floor in terror was something Changbin wanted to protect you from.

“I’m not ready. I am too afraid,” that was all you needed to say. Changbin understood, maybe not to the full extent. But he did understand the desire to process, gather and heal from it all before you spoke about it. He would give you time. As much time and desire as you needed. So long as you understood he was someone you could come to.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” there was a knock on the bathroom door, Changbin didn’t miss the way you flinched and cowered away as it swung open. “It’s only Felix Whimsy,” he relaxed when you settled at the sight of the young blonde.

“Hey there Starlight. Are you feeling better??” Changbin’s heart sunk when you shrugged your shoulders. He reached out to you and gathered you in his arms.

“Let’s get you on the couch,” he laughed softly at your squeak when he lifted you with ease into his arms. When you tried to protest he only held you closer as he took the short walk from your bathroom to the couch. He was sad you didn’t cling to him like he saw women do in the movies. But he didn’t blame you either. Your hands had been cut apart, the delicate soft skin was sure to scar as they healed. He was gentle as he settled you onto the couch. Felix was right there with a blanket and your stuffed bear.

“Starlight, I talked to Ivory,” there was panic that settled over your features. Changbin watched as your eyes darted between both of them. Your waterline turned pink as tears welled up in them. In one quick motion your knees came up to your chest as you looked down, your hair now blocked them from view.

“Did she tell you??”

“No, she said she had wanted to. But you would have been upset. I agreed with her,” both males relaxed when you did, your legs flattened out over the couch, the blanket wrapped tight over your body. “She did, however, recommend a detective here in Korea. She said he is an old friend of hers. She wants you to go see him. Begin the process of ‘finally filing that shit’ her words not mine,” Changbin felt his heart swell when you chuckled softly. Silence filled the room as both men made moves to get ready and go. Though Changbin hesitated with every single step. He didn’t want to leave you. In fact his entire body revolted at the idea of you here alone. He’d rather stay, rather keep you safe beyond just the care of your wounds. He was so unsure, so helpless in the idea of how to ask. He feared you would reject him if he had. That you would shut him out once more.. Just as they stood you snagged both their pant legs.

“I-I don’t want to go alone,” you had reached out to them..Changbin would not turn you away. Not when you so clearly asked for his help. At one glance he realized his personal schedule was so full tomorrow. His help would have to wait. “But I want it done,”

“I can go with you Starlight. Come to the Danceracha house tomorrow morning. I’ll go with you. Binnie has a big schedule,”

“I’ll move it, all of it. For you Whimsy,”

“Don’t you dare Bin. You’ve done more than enough for me tonight,”

‘I will do so much more if only you’d let me,’ he thought.

“You have NIZI tomorrow, Chan will need you more than I will. Lixie will be perfect company,” Changbin chewed on his lip but nodded as he let you win, this time.

“I’ll keep my schedule if you promise to call me..”

“I can live with that,” you smiled softly to them both, but he saw how it didn’t meet your eyes. He saw you fiddle with the frayed ends of your bandage. He’d stop you if he weren’t afraid he’d hurt you in the process. For now he settled with resting his hand over your knee. His hands were so calm as he drew your attention back to him.

“I will be here if you need me,” the uncut pads of your fingers came to rest over his hand on your knee. He was thrilled you felt comfortable enough to reach out to them. To finally let them in, even just a little. “I am going to walk Lixie to the cars. If you’ll let me, I'd like to stay. Just to make sure you’re okay through the night. I can drive you to Lix’s dorm in the morning,” he watched your eyes dart around once more, he was sure you’d protest to the idea. But deep in his heart he hoped you’d let him stay. Whatever you wanted he would do. He would respect every choice you made.

“Please stay,” Changbin could tell it was hard for you to make this choice. Hard to let people in. In his head he celebrated, but outwardly he simply nodded and soothed over your hair once more.

“I will be right back Whimsy. Can I tell Chan what happened??”

“Yeah, I trust him,” that was all you needed to say. He let Felix say goodnight to you once more before he followed the young male out of the apartment.

“Lix, are you doing okay??” he was gentle as he asked, they all knew the empath Felix was. While he could handle any situation with remarkable depth and strength, Changbin also knew how much of a toll it took on him. Softly he chuckled as the aussie sagged against his side. His own arm wrapped around the younger to keep him close as they watched the elevator tick down.

“I’m okay, tired, but okay. I just don’t want Starlight to suffer alone anymore,”

“Me either Lix. We just have to keep trying. Keep being there for her,” Changbin felt the younger nod into his side as the elevator opened. When it had he scooped Felix onto his back as he walked to the front entry. The effect was immediate, from his back the blonde laughed as he kicked his legs in time with Changbin’s steps. It was only when he was beside the cars did he set Felix back on his feet. From there the younger found refuge in Hyunjin. Changbin made eye contact with Chan as the rest began to pile into the car; he motioned the leader to come out and speak to him.

“What’s up Bin, everything alright??” Once clear of the prying ears the other members had Changbin nodded.

“Y/N had a panic attack. She didn’t really share what was going on. But she was pretty upset. I asked to stay over, to make sure she sleeps okay,” Chan nodded, and Changbin didn’t miss the worry that flashed behind his eyes before he settled back into the calm collected look he always had when he was deep in thought. “I won’t be late to schedule tomorrow,”

“That wasn’t even a thought Bin. If Sandy needs you then we will make it work,” Chan looked back at the vehicles before he nodded. “I’ll leave one of the cars here for you to drive tomorrow. Just give Y/N a hug for me,” Changbin nodded, he didn’t comment on the nickname Chan let slip for you. He himself was far too tired and preoccupied with your well being to tease his leader. He’d save it for tomorrow, while they got ready for NIZI. He waited on the lobby stoop while Chan rearranged the cars. After it was all settled Chan handed over a set of keys before he gave Changbin a squeeze to the arm. “See you in the morning,” Changbin waved the others goodnight from where he stood before he wandered back inside and up to you. When he returned he wasn’t surprised to have found you had fallen asleep where he put you on the couch not even ten minutes earlier. As gentle as possible he scooped you up. Blanket, stuffy and all tucked neatly into his arms as he walked up to your bed. He was happy that you didn’t wake at all as he settled you into your bed for the night. Changbin gently tucked you in before he wandered away from your side. He wasn’t sure he would sleep at all the night, not when there was an obvious threat that loomed over your safety. Still, he knew you’d be upset if he didn’t try. Beside your front door he spotted a baseball bat, he wasn’t sure the purpose you used it for. But tonight it would stay by his side as he slept on your couch. The blanket Felix had originally wrapped you up in was left behind on the couch. With one last glance up at your loft Changbin settled in for the night. That said blanket now wrapped around himself, the familiar scent of your shampoo wrapped him in warmth as he drifted off into a listless slumber.

“PLEASE!! STOP!!” Changbin was up on his feet before he could even register what had happened, the bat in his hand he checked the front door. Still locked and bolted. “I’M HERE DON’T HURT THEM!! TAKE ME!!” when he heard you cry out again he took off from the front door to your room. At the foot of your bed he watched you thrash under the blankets he so calmly wrapped around you mere hours before. In seconds he was at your side his hand soothed into your tousled hair.

“Whimsy, darling it's a dream,” he called to you as he waited patiently to wake up from the nightmare. It didn’t take long for you to shoot up out of bed and latch onto the front of Changbin’s shirt. “Hey, hey it's me, Changbin,” his voice was low, gentle, and calm as he spoke to you. He waited for you to figure out where you were. Your eyes darted around the room then came to meet his as you began to calm. “Hey there Whimsy,”

“Hey,” you sighed as you let your hands drop from his shirt. His eyes never left your body, tonight had done enough to you. Yet all it wanted to do was take more from you with every given second. Changbin settled on the bed beside you, not too close yet close enough that if you needed him he was there. Silence fell over the both of you. It was comfortable, and clear as though it was meant to be. He waited until he felt you were calm enough before he stood up to go back down stairs. “Wait,” he stopped as you snagged the hem of his shirt. “Please don’t go,”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me here?? I don’t want to overstep,”

“I am. I’m afraid to be alone. Please,” he hadn’t meant for you to beg. Because he would give you anything you wanted when you wanted it. No questions asked.

“Okay Whimsy,” after you settled down beneath your blankets he joined you on the other side of the bed. He tried to not take up too much space, it was hard with his size sometimes. Yet he still tried his best to not crowd you on the bed. Changbin wanted you to come to him, he didn’t want to push your boundaries. So he settled down beside you, his back rested against the silken sheets, he felt awkward and stiff. It was when you reached out to take his hand that he finally relaxed against your bed. His fingers wrapped in your as he turned to face you. “Sleep well Whimsy. I will be here by your side when you wake,”

“Thank you Changbin. For everything,” he watched you sink into your blankets, your eyes half lidded as sleep dragged you under once more. The soft sound of your breaths evened out with your slumber is what eased Changbin to fall asleep beside you. His hand in yours, he knew from that moment on he’d protect you at all costs.

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New message: Ivory: Please go see Himora, I know he can help. Axel made it through surgery.

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yunarim · 8 months

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🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t.

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful.

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch.

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly.

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much?

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that?

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors.

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him.

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside.

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him.

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you.

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him.

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins.

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?”

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks.

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly.

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town.

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished.

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town.

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you.

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state.

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing.

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment.

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him.

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive.

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering.

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back.

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…”

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade

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lostinforestbound · 21 days

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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! hear me out Lia and cal have made friends at a time when its just rolan taking care of them, and hes left them alone just long enough to run errands but when he gets back cal is crying. hes trying so hard to get him tell him whats wrong but in the background he hears lia " SAY IT AGAIN!" just wailing on someone, rolan having to go over and yank her off and drag them both home. he doesnt find out why til later one. some kids made fun of rolan, and lia wasn't havin it . "thats so sweet dont ever do that again"

YES!

This is exactly what I was thinking of! I can't imagine the panic Rolan went through seeing something like that. Not once, not twice, not even thrice. This ends up happening so often that the kids who were bullying him before just never even looked in his direction again.

Of course he would absolutely be touched by this, but Lia keeps getting injured because of it. He doesn't want her to get hurt over him.

Lia definitely does not listen to "Don't do it again."

She's doing it again. Everyone can catch these hands. That her big brother you're talking about! She's the only one allowed to bully him a little.

Aw but poor little Cal crying, I bet he cried whenever anyone said anything bad about Rolan. What was wrong with his big brother? Why did people not like him?

#forest-chats #rolan #lia #rolan bg3 #lia bg3

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kazunarisworld · 6 months

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Mine

Characters: Kazuha x afab reader

Warning: yandere themes, death, no major character death, murder, blood, toxic relationship (i guess uuf), morally grey characters, assasins, suggestive, this is a one-shot based on a scene from a novel.

Description: You didn't liked his colleague one bit.

You have been dating Kazuha for 3 years now. You knew Kazuha was different. He was obsessive, possessive. Not only that but you also knew Kazuha was an assassin. It was his actual job while he worked as a teacher at a school as a side thing. Despite all that you loved him. Maybe you were a little twisted because you found yourself craving for his love, his attention, his obsession... Everything he had to offer to you.

Things have been fine. You have been so happy with him.... So happy. But then she entered the picture. She was his colleague. She was pretty, at least you could admit that. You wouldn't have even looked at her... Only if she didn't made a move at Kazuha. Now here she was. Bleeding and struggling. She really shouldn't have tried to take him. He was yours after all~ Right?

You clicked your tongue as you got down to her level. "Poor you~ It hurts doesn't it?" You asked, your voice filled with fake sympathy. She cries in pain but no one can hear her. You have made sure of that. Of course you have planned for it all beforehand.

You look at her bleeding legs, multiple stab wounds on it. Thanks to you of course. You twirled the bloody knife around your hand. Your initials carved on it.

"It is pretty isn't it?" You asked showing her the knife making her shiver. "My Kazu gave it to me~ He even taught me how to use it. Isn't he just lovely! I can understand why you want him. I can... It is just... He already belongs to me. And I don't like it when someone tries to take what is mine away." You said shrugging.

"P-Please spare me I.. I won't tell anyone and I will n-never look at him." She begged. You laugh, not even an ounce of guilt on your face. "I am sorry! But it would be very hard to let you go... Nor do I want to." You said, your face turning stone cold. A crazed look crossing your eyes.

You grab her hair yanking her up as you stab her with the knife. Once. Twice. Thrice.... Until she had stopped breathing. Her body sags on the floor when you let her go. You hum as you watch her bleed out.

"I am sorry Eliza~ You have done nothing wrong besides coveting him. But they say one mistake can sometimes be enough to kill you." You spoke, not caring that she was already dead and couldn't hear you.

Just then the door opens. You turn around to see Kazuha. You sit there beside the dead body not even making an effort to greet him or say anything.

He walks towards you, standing right in front of you. "Y/N." He called. When you didn't respond, he puts his hand under your chin lifting your head up making you look at him. "Y/N were you jealous?" He asks, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

You don't say anything.

He looks at the dead body of his colleague and then at you. He hums looking satisfied. "My little devil was jealous huh~ So messy." He cooes as if he was talking to a child. He gets down on one knees as he takes out his handkerchief and wipes of the blood that had gotten on your face.

"My little devil is so pretty. Red really does look good on you." He says wiping off the blood from the coner of your mouth. He leans in as he kisses you passionately. None of you caring about the dead body.

He pulls away feeling smug when he notices the way you seem to chase after his lips.

Kazuha entends his hand in front of you. "Come on princess. You are done here. I am taking you back." He said. You look at him and then at his hand as a smile overtakes your face.

"We are going home?" You ask so innocently that it makes him chuckle. "Yes our home. Where I can kiss my princess more for doing such a great job all on her own." He says.

His words makes you feel giddy. See Kazuha loved you so much. Eliza was stupid if she thought she could have taken him from you.

He pulls you close to him. His hands trailing up your thighs inside your skirt. "You have done so well princess." He says, his eyes darkening with lust.

You were such a cute thing. So soft yet so sharp. So innocent yet so deathly. He had made a perfect weapon out of you.

When he met you he hadn't planned on falling in love with you. Yet it had happened. Now you were his and his only. His little princess.

If you hadn't killed Eliza, he would have. But you made it so easy for him. And seeing you kill someone... Just for him. It made him feel so many things. From extreme adoration and fondness to lust. God he wanted to take you right then and there.

"What about that?" You said pointing towards the dead body, a look of disgust on your face. "I will get my people to clean it up. Now let's go princess." He said holding your hand.

He couldn't wait to get home as fast as possible. He needed you. He wanted to claim you all over again. Reward you for being such a good girl for him and only him.

On the way home, you still didn't feel any guilt for killing that woman. In your head it was justified. You did what you had to. You could only smile as Kazuha holds your hand the whole way. The warmth making you feel happy and comforted.

Maybe everyone was a little twisted. Some more than others. Some hiding it better than others.

Author's Note: okay okay don't come at me for this okay. God! I saw this scene and it got stuck in my head. I was like this will fit yandere kazuha or scara so much so I went ahead and wrote this. Again this was inspired by that one scene in a novel though all the contenrs or so are different of course!

Anyway hope you enjoyed this! Also should I write this scenario with Scara?? 👀👀👀 or anyone else?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha fanfic

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dragon-ascent · 1 year

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Comfort

You have a rough day, and Zhongli is there to help.

★彡just a simple comfort fic. zhongli gets his coat ruined by your snot but it's ok <3

"I'm just so...s-so..."

Weeping into your husband's sleeve, you struggle immensely to get the words out. Zhongli gently runs his hand through your hair, stroking you tenderly with soft murmurs of assurance that it's alright, to take your time.

Blowing your nose on his coat-sleeve, you start up again. "It's just...I'd been looking forward to it for so long...how could they do this..?"

"I know darling, it was truly unfair on their part." Zhongli plants a soft kiss between your eyebrows, not minding all the snot on his sleeve. "This series had been ongoing for years with a loyal fanbase, hadn't it?"

You nod weakly. "The last chapter ended on such a pivotal cliffhanger too...so why? Why did the author discontinue the series?" Your lip wobbles as you think of all the characters and dynamics you'd gotten immensely attached to...only for it all to come crashing into a dead end that would never see resolution.

Zhongli hugs you tighter, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb. "I'm sorry this had to happen today of all days, darling."

"Yeah..." You nuzzle his chest, wiping your tears in doing so. "I just wanted to unwind after a rough day of commissions...this was the one thing, the one thing getting me through the day! I thought it was fine I was having a bad day, because the latest chapter would cheer me up and save the day...but...but..." The tears are already streaming down your face again, accompanied by strangled wails.

"Oh dear, oh dear," Zhongli coos, kissing your tears away with lips softer than a dove's feathers. He rocks you back and forth gently until your cries have petered out again. "Perhaps I should have a word with this author, hm?"

"N-nothing can change their mind, allegedly. Nothing..."

Your husband ponders over this for a bit, and then gently lays you on the couch in a more comfortable position before making his way to the desk, pulling out some parchment, quills and ink.

"Zhongli? What are you doing?" You sit up, frowning.

"Your theories as to what may happen next are always fascinating to listen to," Zhongli begins, spreading out the parchment and dipping the quill into the ink. "They often flow just as seamlessly as though the original author is the one spinning these ideas."

You blush. "Thank you..."

Zhongli smiles. "Therefore, let us write the rest of the story ourselves, for our eyes only."

"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Would you...would you really be willing to do that with me?"

His smile never falters. "Of course my love. However long it takes, let us finish this together. And should you feel that the story requires a sequel, we shall write that as well. Should it take years, let us write until you are satisfied."

Tears well up in your eyes, but not out of sorrow this time. "Zhongli..." you mumble, bolting into his arms and hugging him tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." You kiss him once, twice, thrice, and then you are no longer keeping count.

Zhongli holds you close, his palm cupping the back of your head as you dampen the front of his coat once more. "If this brings you comfort, that is all I could ever ask for."

#sini writes #zhongli x you #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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tamtamandtim · 22 days

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So I’ve finished Moominvalley season 2 (2019) and my god I loved it but it hurt me so much in return holy wow. Anyway if you’d like some of my thoughts about it feel free to keep reading ^-^

(fair warning it’s a lot longer than I thought it’d be)

Episode 2 the fire spirit got me so bad in my feelings and even funnier yet I could tell it would by not only the title and thumbnail but the second I heard the song by cavetown I literally was like ‘hm it sounds like something by cavetown…This should be fine’

oh how wrong I was because of how it ended with the little fire spirit sacrificing itself to save Moominvalley and how upset Snufkin was, he seemed to be pretty attached to the lil goober when the gang dropped it off.

So having his care and attempts to protect it, be basically for nothing would’ve been soul crushing for him. Especially with the fact that in the next episode it’s implied that he hasn’t left/been near his tent, makes it seem like he’s grieving the loss. (Or it could just be me being delulu again, because like snufkin wasn’t really needed for that episode but still.)

Holywow I loved how the Hobgoblin and Sniff were just bouncing off eachother so well. Then the Hobgoblin giving Sniff ✨EMPATHY✨ my god that was amazing, especially with how Moominpapa and Little My were like “ew get away from me”

I love how the Groke is now just becoming a more casual part of the community especially with the trial episode, like don’t get me wrong they’re still uneasy with her presence but they still wanted to give her a fair trial and everything.

Ooooh no the ✨The bad feelings✨ I was having about Snorkmaiden and Moomintroll were riiiighttttt. Moomintroll seemed more angry about having to leave the valley (and Snufkin by association) than leaving Snorkmaiden to the point he was unintentionally hurting her. Twice. Technically thrice if you include the fact they broke up. But I’m glad that Moomintroll is beginning to learn that he’s gonna have to accept a couple of things about Snufkin, if he ever wants him to stay. But still kinda hurts a bit.

I loved that Moominpapa and Moominmama have character arcs that don’t involve getting divorced, it’s refreshing and sure they still fight and have moments being mad at eachother but at the end of the day they still love each other and honestly? I love them for that.

Ah Moominpapas midlife crisis, I hope that I can be able to just pack up and go when I hit mine. Sounds like the dream honestly and I wish I could be as creative as Moominmama, just painting the walls with no worries.

I also LOVED the sea shanties just 👌😩 it brings me so much joy because there was a good chunk of time where that’s all I’d listen too.

The last episode though also gave me a gut punch because of the fact Snufkin came back before he left for the winter, and that he just welcomes himself in because he knows that they wouldn’t mind him being there, regardless of if they are or not. I hate it here. Snufkin you found family fuck. And that everyone there played ‘The Moomin Family’ for the kid.

“Have you checked his bedroom yet?”

“Naturally c:”

of course you have you absolute loser I love you for that. Seeing him get so excited about possibly finding HIS letter, only to be disappointed was devastating too.

Oh but the puppet show, oh when I tell you I almost cried, It’s even sadder that Moomintroll (seemingly) isn’t going to back to Moominvalley. Also my heart dropped to my ass when they almost lit the fire with the ancestors inside, but Snufkin excitedly finding the note inside the fireplace? Put my heart right back in my throat

But more lightheartedly damn Snufkin has got some moves and seeing everyone close to the Moomin family looking back at their time and memories together fondly was so incredibly sweet.

Anyways TL;DR a super strong season that got me right in the feels every time, I’m so excited to be able to start the 3rd season soon!! But thank you so much for reading this! I hope you have a wonderful day, night or time and take care!!

#snufkin #little my #moomins #moomintroll #moominvalley #snufkin moomin #melody of moominvalley #moomin valley #moominmama #moominpapa #snorkmaiden #moominvalley 2019

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bucky-h0e · 2 months

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A/n: Bucky's celebratory day! This is a long-term fic, so make sure to check out the Serendipity Masterlist for more Alpine and Bucky! I am open to requests and love hearing feedback - don't be shy!

So we get to see a little bit more of Alpine's character, other than the absolute chaotic mess that she was introduced as. This ended up being a lot more angsty than I wanted it, but I like how it went, Alpine's character needed a bit more development.

warnings: some absolute pure unfiltered fluff and angst (mainly angst), Alpine being a little sweetheart, Bucky nearly cries (for good reasons), mentions of both Bucky's and Alpine's trauma, an extremely angsty father's day (i am so sorry it just sort of happened)

Alpine's First Father's Day Celebration

Now, mother's day was a success. Much to Bucky's disappointment, Alpine and Sam had gone out for dinner that night, wanting some 'mother-daughter' bonding

Sam outright refused to acknowledge it as such

but seeing these two bond and grow closer over this celebration, Bucky was nervous about father's day

would he say he thought of Alpine as a daughter?

yes

does he think he deserves the absolute pleasure to be considered her father?

he did a lot of bad things in his past life and a part of him

a very small but frustrating part of him

would do it all again if it meant that Alpine would be in his life

it scared him and he hated that part of him

the part that was okay hurting people as long as Alpine was in his life one way or another

it was this type of thought that would cause Bucky to fear that the Winter Soldier still remained within him

despite everything he had done and all the help he had received, no matter how many therapy sessions he went to or how many people he apologised to

he still thought of himself as a monster

and he wasn't sure he'd think of himself any other way

which is why, on the days leading up to the first father's day they would celebrate together

Bucky avoided Alpine

she was livid

normally, she could just walk into his apartment

unafraid of him kicking her out, or of him attacking her out of pure instinct

she knew he wouldn't hurt her on purpose

or at least, she thought he wouldn't

so when she skipped across the hall, put her hand on the handle to twist and push it open, only the faceplant into the locked door

she was fuming

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

was her nose bleeding?

oh most definitely

after going back into her own apartment to stuff her nose full of tissues, she steps back out into the hall, knocking on the door

once

twice

thrice

"Bucky? You in there old man?"

silence

honestly, this man

she checks her phone in case he had gone on a mission late last night but normally he'd wake her

he knows she worries about him

when three more knocks went unanswered, she called Sam

he hadn't heard from him either

but he had heard that Bucky asked for an emergency therapy session

which surprised her because Bucky HATED going to those

"Sam, I'm real worried. His door is locked, LOCKED! I'm just looking for the spare key now then i can-"

"Hey, you still haven't gotten him a father's day present, why don't you run into the city today and see what you can get? I'll meet you later on, I just need to do something first."

she wasn't stupid

she knew what Sam was doing

she knew what he was thinking

Bucky had relapsed

impossible

Bucky would not have relapsed, not after everything that had happened with Zemo and the flag-smashers

after all the stress he had been through in those first few months of them meeting, everything that happened with Yori...

Bucky Barnes had not relapsed

he just needed some time to himself

to be reminded of who he was

and who he wasn't

what he wasn't

"Alpine? Al, you there kid?"

"Yeah! Sorry! I just panicked for a minute because I totally forgot i hadn't got him a present, thanks for the reminder. You'll check in on him right? Before you come and meet me?"

she could feel Sam's tension be released when she responded

"Yeah, yeah. You know, he's probably just being a little princess, jealous of all the time we're spending together. You know how much of a drama queen he can be."

Alpine can't smile at the joke

not when she knows it's only there to try and trick her into a false sense of relief

no, she wasn't stupid.

but she'd play the part anyway.

"Tell me about it, never thought I'd see a 106 year old super soldier be jealous of little ol' me, guess I'm just that amazing"

they say goodbye and Alpine takes one last glance at Bucky's door

worth a try

"Buck... I don't know if you can hear me, you might be in your room. If you are then you know, fuck you for making me talk to myself."

on the other side of the door, Bucky smiles

"I just... I want you to know that you're okay... and it's okay to not be okay... but you are. I know you are. Whatever this is, it'll pass and you'll work through it because you're James fucking Barnes and..." She pauses for a second because jesus christ

she is deadass about to tell Bucky she loves him

that he is her family

that he is her hero

that she would do anything for him

but she can't

because she would actually die of embarrassment

Alpine is not good at emotions

"a-and so, get your shit together, because i'm not giving up until you remember that James Barnes ain't no ones bitch!"

with that she very quickly leaves because ew, emotions

Bucky can't help but smile at her words of encouragement as he listens to the sounds of her footsteps getting further away, the elevator dinging as it opens for her, the almost silent, barely there sob that leaves her mouth as those same doors close

it's an hour later that he breaks out of the shock he was in when Sam knocks on the door, frantically calling for Bucky to open the goddamn door

he does and can't even register that Sam is furious with him for going no contact with both him and Alpine for two days

and Bucky stands there and takes the verbal abuse

because he made her cry

and he deserves Sam's angry shouts

and he needs him to knock some sense into him

because if Bucky knew one thing after hours of torturing himself with hateful thoughts

it was that he never wanted to be the reason for Alpine's tears

ever again

Now, Alpine hadn't meant to cry

in fact she was pretty sure that the last time she cried at something not induced by stress or laughing to hard

she was a child

back at home with... them

and she will be damned if she ever cried about anything not stress induced ever again

so in the short elevator ride to the lobby of their building, she had straightened herself out, wiped her tears and faced the city with a determined attitude

she would find Bucky a present that reminded him of who he was

she had introduced him to a lot of things in the 21st century

but nothing seemed to connect

that was until they watched The Hobbit, of course Alpine ended up falling asleep and Bucky stayed up like an actual maniac to watch all the movies in a span of 9+ hours (with bathroom breaks, he was sure he could have binged it but he also wanted to put Alpine to bed, so ended up having to pause it just to tuck her into his bed before returning to finish the movies)

She had heard Sam say that Bucky had claimed to have read the book when it first came out

when she heard that, she'd been looking at trying to get a first edition book for her dear friend and father figure

keeping tabs and making friends with local antique bookshop owners just to be able to get a chance.

what harm would it do to do the rounds whilst she brain stormed some other ideas for him

on her trip, she'd managed to get a few books she thought he'd might like

the harry potter series, eragon, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe

she would spoil him with love and affection (a very different route to Sam who was cursing Bucky out at this point)

the first few shops had unfortunately been duds in her search for the first edition Hobbit book, and she had started debating on just getting him a newer version of the series until the last shop she walked in

"Ah! I was just about to call you missy! I have that booked you've been looking for!"

She could have screamed

she did scream

so loud the other patrons thought she was actually getting stabbed

"NO YOU DON'T!"

she couldn't believe her luck! on the day she truly really needed it, she had found a first edition book, one exactly like the one Bucky would have owned

the yellowing pages, hardback cover, faded title

used, loved, a timeless piece of history

sure the pages were slightly ripped, it had very obviously been well loved but still preserved

as she looked through the pages, she smiles at the pencil marks - whoever had this book must have loved it

the only issue was the price

"$200?! I can't persuade you to lower that?"

"It's a rare collectable my dear, if you don't get it now, someone else will."

Alpine had the money

she had savings for rainy days and emergency funds just in case the worst happened

again, she wasn't stupid

but $200 on a book?

she sighed once again, flicking through the pages

could she really justify spend-

hold on a hot damn second

was that

she frowns, looking at the faded hand written ink

"Sorry, can I borrow your glasses?"

the old bookstore owner nods, allowing the girl to use the glasses to look at the name handwritten on the cover page

'PROPERTY OF James Buchanan Barnes'

Alpine had never handed money over so fast

out of all the first edition books to get, she had managed to somehow find Bucky's copy

it belonged to him and she would have sold her entire soul to the devil just to be able to get that man his own property back

she had to get back to him

father's day was in a couple of days but this discovery could not wait and if Bucky Barnes had his door locked still then Alpine was grabbing the emergency axe in the hall way to smash that mans door down

she never ran faster in her life

that was a lie (but a story for another time)

by this point, it had been a fair few hours.

Sam had been and gone, having knocked some sense into Bucky before leaving to report that he had in fact NOT relapsed into the Winter Soldier

Now, the grumpy old man waited outside his apartment for Alpine to get back, sighing and huffing with every minute that passed, pacing back and forth, watching the elevator move between floors

he had heard the door to the stairs slam open, the panting and gasping before the rapid footsteps and a frantic

"BUCKY!"

He turned, running down the hallway and crashing into the young girl, grabbing her and stabling them as he hugged her

"Al, I'm so sorry kid. I can't explain what happened, but I promise I will never-"

"Bucky shut up and listen to me."

fucking

rude

he frowns at her, like the fucking audacity

"I'm trying to apologise for being a jackass here."

"Oh, well in that case- carry on mr i'm going to ignore my best friend in the entire world."

"I heard you crying-"

"Oh fucking ew never mind."

he sighs, grabbing her face gently in his hands as she tries to full away because ew fucking emotions

he smiles at her, watching as she relaxes, confusion on her face before her breathe hitches when he places a gentle and very hesitant kiss on her head

"Al, I can't promise that something like that will never happen again, because my brain is messed up, I'm messed up" He shushes her when she tries to interrupt him, smiling at her

"But, I can promise, that as soon as I come out of that.. place.. I will make it up to you in every way possible. You, my annoying little neighbour, are one of the best things that's ever happened to me and I'll be damned if i ever make you cry again. If I do, you can beat me to a pulp."

they both laugh because Alpine can't fight for shit

she wouldn't even know where to start

"Can I make you watch Real Housewives instead?"

"Anything you want."

They definitely spend about ten minutes just hugging each other

they spent two whole days apart, these touch starved babies are desperate just to know that they still have each other

Eventually, they move to Bucky's apartment, deciding that they deserved a good movie night and they still had to watch the Jurassic Park and Jurassic World franchise (they'd been putting it off for a few weeks because Bucky wasn't convinced that a movie on dinosaurs would be something he was interested in - but Alpine seemed to enjoy it_

Alpine had managed to get distracted by the dinos, laughing and letting Bucky know of the inaccuracies of the franchise

Bucky had managed to calm down, keeping an arm around Alpine, not wanting to let her go just yet, still feeling awful about having made her cry

it wasn't until Bucky mentioned that he did enjoy the fantasy side of the franchise that Alpine gasped and sat up straight from leaning on Bucky

he frowns and watched her as she runs to her bag dumped by the door

he was going to her a coat rack just so she'd stop dumping her coat and bags on the floor as soon as she got in

"Were you in here, when I spoke to you through the door?"

Bucky glances at her

"Depends, do you want me to have been here?"

Alpine thinks back and then nods, "For the last part"

Bucky grins, "Bucky Barnes ain't no ones bitch?"

Alpine grins back, "Bucky Barnes is his own bitch, with his own bitchin' thoughts and his own personality and likes and dislikes'" she nods firmly grabbing the book from her bag

"And, Bucky Barnes, has his own goddamn property back."

she holds it out to him and he pauses, eyebrows furrowed before he takes the book

"Al, you didn't have to-"

"Shut up, and open it. Cover page."

he does and he freezes

this was the book he had shipped over from Britain when it first came out

this was the book that he read at night

this was the book he reread for months

this was the book he left behind when he was sent over to Britain for active duty

this was HIS book

his past

his memories

his handwriting

it had survived all these years

it had survived and somehow so had he

and as he looks at Alpine, who was nervously ranting about how she just saw it and knew he had to have it back, how it was a father's day present albeit early

he knew he was going to be okay, just as she had said

If a piece of his past had managed to survive this long without being put on display in a glass case in a museum, without being caged or made to do something other than it's purpose

then he can continue to heal outside of influence of third parties

she's still ranting as he stands, making his way over to her and wrapping her in his arms, holding her tightly, his flesh hand delicately running through her hair as his tears build

he forces them back, not wanting to panic his neighbour turned daughter

he feels her arms hesitantly wrap around his waist, though she's still tense

one day he'll find out why, he'll find out her real name and he'll help her heal like she had him (more than she would ever truly know)

but for now, he'll cherish the relationship he shares with Alpine, and he'll celebrate every father's day with her, with no worries on whether or not he deserves to have this

because one thing is for sure

Alpine does not care whether or not Bucky Barnes deserves her affection, she want's to give it and that's what she will do. Whether he likes it or not (spoiler alert - he loves it and he loves her)

"So if we could spend next years father's day not in a maybe kind of argument that would be great, because this was a really emotionally exhausting day and I don't think we need to do this type of thing for a hot while."

"Of course. If Sam asks, Father's day was better than mother's day."

"Sure, sure, so long as you say I found that book in a dump because i spent maybe $30 on Sam and $200 is a lot more."

Bucky laughs and nods before processing her words

"$200?!"

and as Bucky tightened their hug and Alpine started nervously laughing and trying to get away from him to avoid this punishment (is it really though?)

neither one of them would rather be anywhere else

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Retribution: Prologue

part 1 of 2

The darkness of the forest's canopy gave way to the moonlit road. A carriage sat waiting, its banners waving in the slight breeze—a rampant golden crowned stag on a field of green, House Oraen. Worry filled Yaenfiera's core, though she cared little about what would soon become her. Her mind went to the novice she sent away thirty-seven years back, still but a child. The gods had given Yaenfiera a command, and she obeyed. Had Yaenfiera known what would come, she would have held onto the child as long as time permitted. Perhaps the gods knew that, omitting what would become of the child, her child. It mattered not anymore. King Daenil of House Oraen had found her. The time of trials and tribulation was over, ushering in a new era of empyrean and inferno.

The rusted chains bit into Yaenfiera's wrists. The wretched bitch of a leader had put them on too tight, mocking Yaenfiera's discomfort. The Leader of the band of rebels had welcomed Yaenfiera into their makeshift fortress, though not with much hospitality. She openly voiced her distaste for the High Priestess, as if Zeneir's towers stood high and untouched by war. Yaenfiera might have stayed accustomed to feather-down mattresses and dining on mutton in another life. But not this one, never this one. "As promised. High Priestess Yaenfiera, Descendant Of Asteae, Sovereign of Zenier, Antidoted Envoy of the Divines, and Protector of The Zaetiraeal." The prickly woman spoke, every word an attempt to wound Yaenfiera. The three men looked Yaenfiera over with disinterest. With one wave of a gloved hand, a chest drops to the ground in a heavy thud. "Very well then," The Commander replies, "Ten thousand golden leviathans." "Is that the cost of damnation?" Yaenfiera spits, "The Realm will forever be changed and by your greed alone." "No, it is the cost of whatever befalls you." The seasoned Leader spun on her heel to face the High Priestess, "Was it not you who agreed to raise and mentor Ivaenia's heir? Then, conveniently lost said heir when the King called for her? Kings and Queens have done far worse for far less." "You speak of what you do not know." Yaenfiera's tone fell somber, "For every truth spoken into this world, deception takes root." "And for every tale, there are two sides—Atlir's teaching. Had you shared your side, the public might have cast the blame differently. But Zenier fell, and you vanished when your people needed you most. Any respect I might have had for the tales of your good deeds has long since soured. They say the gods make no mistakes, but I believe you were their first." The woman's eyes narrowed as they met Yaenfiera's. She and her scoundrels leave the clearing, chest in tow. The King's men grab Yaenfiera, escorting her to the carriage. The runes on her cuffs glow once, twice, thrice. A tear fled down her cheek; only the Forge of Avernus could've created such a monstrosity. All weaponry and artifacts granted from the Divine, or the Infernal, are born in its fires. And only there could such powerful runes be inscribed. Even if she were to drink from the Collision and obtain power that rivaled the gods, she could conjure no magic. Once in the carriage, she could no longer maintain her poise. Yaenfiera wept. She wept for her lover, for whatever became of her old friend turned foe, for all of Zenier and the Zaetiraeal. Most of all, she cried for the young girl from so many years ago. Where would she be in this moment? How far she'd gotten on her quest? Who had she become so far away from a mother's love? Her name came close to escaping Yaenfiera's lips like prayer, a plea for mercy. The girl would not go by that name, even if she had remembered it. She would've been born anew when she woke from the amnesia. If the gods were kind, someone would've named her in her stead. To bestow a name onto oneself is a sign of ill fortune.

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #simlit #sims 4 #oc: yaenfiera of zenier #hod:r #r:prologue

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ipegchangbin · 1 year

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let me indulge u for a moment

mmm fem chan riding your fingers so desperately :(( her cunt wraps so perfectly around your fingers and they slide in and out with ease, covered in her arousal :(

she gets a little too excited and ruts too hard into your hand and you tsk. “slow down, princess, we have all night…and i havent even properly fucked you yet.”

she whines and begs for you to just fuck her already and you comply. she cries at the lack of contact from her cunt and you laugh.

“miss my fingers already? rather have them than my cock?”

“no! please, need you,” she slurs and tugs at your pants for your strap.

i had to stop there god i want her so bad

this is so good im gonna cry tears down my legs pls keep GOING

fem chan would be so needy for the strap its adorable. she’d suck on your fingers while undoing your pants for you, licking up her own essence while letting her drool slip down on your strap.

but her cunt aches and clenches around nothing as she waits, watching you lube yourself up with your wet fingers and she whimpers at the sight. you run your free hand through her hair, giggling as it naturally curled up, calling her all sorts of a “good baby girl”

she whines into your hand and mumbles something about “wanting you so bad,” but she barely finishes her thought as her pussy sinks down on you suddenly. you feel her tight cunt getting stretched, you feel as she instantly coats you in even more wetness, you hear her babble “love your cock, love you, ah—fuck me” in that sweet little accent of hers.

she could cum from being filled like that alone — and she did. but that only gave you an excuse to fuck her more, to hold onto her pretty breasts as you ruined her better than your fingers did, to send her over the edge again and again and again until she’s whining nonsense into your mouth, pouting and kissing you with full lips as she cums twice, thrice, four times, and so on.

chan stills on your lap after how many rounds and she’s dizzy, cock still sunken deep inside her.

“c-can you…please eat me out?” she shyly requests, big puppy eyes looking into you as if she wasn’t already fucked out to high heaven.

#sub!bang chan #sub!chan #apologies for the slightly delayed response i ate breakfast #didnt eat fem chan though but @.@#<3 chrisbahng #💌 ipeginbox #💬 z is writimg

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pekejscatbed · 1 year

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Come together, together as one | Aether Ghoul x GN! reader

Info/Warning(s):

gender neutral reader, soft sex, sub-top! Aether, soft dom-bottom! Reader, Aether cries

ghost masterlist

———

"You're doing so good for me, baby."

Your voice is soft and sweet, full of love as the one and only Aether fucks into you, his long, thick cock dragging slowly against your walls.

One of your hands props you up so you can hold his face with the other, caressing his cheek as he nuzzles into your touch. His eyes are scrunched shut in pleasure as your heat pulses around his cock. His tail is wrapped around your right leg and forehead rests lightly against your own, his short, fluffy, brown hair tickling your face; you don't mind, though.

"Open your eyes for me, love."

Your command is as soft as ever and he does as you ask, onyx eyes slowly opening to stare into your irises with an unfathomable love. You flash him a gentle smile, leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips. And, despite the many times you've kissed him before- despite the intimate moment you currently share, bodies intertwined in the deepest of ways, a light blush still dances across Aether's ash-grey cheeks.

"You're such a good boy, Aeth, my good boy, making me feel so good."

He keens at your words, a small grunt falling from his lightly bruised lips. He tilts his head to ask for another kiss and you gladly give him what he wants.

"Such a needy boy, hm?"

You tease against his lips, and he pulls away to bury his face into your neck. You brush his hair with your fingers, being as delicate as you can as to not accidentally pull, and lightly caress his horns.

His hips stutter and you know he's close, and you are too.

"I love you, Aether."

You whisper into his ear, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple.

"Be a good boy and cum for me, baby."

His hips still as your heat tightens around him and you feel him release inside you. His breath is heavy against your neck, and as he finishes, you feel something wet touch your skin.

"Aeth? Are you okay, baby?"

Your voice is gentle, loving and full of concern.

He nods into your neck, and you guide his head away, bringing him face to face with you. His eyes are rimmed red, and his lashes are shiny with tears, his face is flushed and beads of sweat slowly drip down his face to mix with his salty tears.

"My love..."

You frown as you wipe away his tears with your thumbs, holding his face in your hands as if you were holding the world- in your eyes you are, in your eyes Aether is your world.

Aether only smiles at you, gentle as he brings his forehead to yours once again.

"I'm okay. I just..."

He trails off as he stares deep into your eyes, his smile only growing wider. He leans in to kiss you.

"I just really love you, too."

You smile at his words, meeting him halfway to capture his lips with yours; the kiss is soft and gentle to match your love, showing one another just how deep your feelings for the other run.

When he pulls out, some of his seed drips from your hole and you squirm at the uncomfortable feeling. He chuckles at you, though he doesn't say anything, instead moving to kiss you once more, then twice, then thrice.

You laugh into the third kiss, gently pushing away.

There's no place I'd rather be, the two of you think as your eyes meet, no person I'd rather love, you smile at each other.

There really is no place you'd rather be, not when you have your Aether right here with you; there really is no person Aether would rather love, not when his soulmate is right in front of him.

#aether ghoul #aether x reader #aether ghoul x reader #ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghoul x reader #a nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #gender neutral reader

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thereader-radhika · 8 months

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2- Friends and Foes from the Beyond

Part 1

Nandini shivered as the rain came pounding down. Thirumalai says that she feels colder these days because she lost too much weight. She tied a piece of cloth over her thin grey hair fashioned into a small bun. When she was younger and the hair was thicker, it used to stay tight for a long time.

"Aazhi mazhai kanna . . . ", she hummed as she covered herself with the thick blanket given by Annan and lied down on the mat. Since the day his gurunathan handed her over to him, she hasn't let him know peace or rest. Even in this old age, he dutifully visited her at least thrice every year.

"Do you need heat, kanmani?"

She woke up with a start and looked around frantically searching for the source of that sound. Which devil has come to torture her today? It seems like father-in-law and son-in-law have come together today. Weren't Pandyas the sworn enemies of Pazhuvettaraiyar? How could they become such thick friends in death?

"Our darling is confused."

"My little girl isn't confused. This smart girl killed him and avenged poor old me." Veera Pandyan's severed head laughed from Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar's lap. "No, I didn't kill . . . ", Nandini groaned. The events of that cursed night replayed in her mind.

"Hoy! Hoy! Veera Pandyan thalai konda Koparakesari stabbed himself. You are such a misfortune".

"But he too didn't get her maama", Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar tickled Veera Pandyan's cheeks and he laughed even louder.

"I will only blame you. You clothed her in the finest silk and gold, endured all mockery while this yakshi was observing fasts and austerities for that upstart".

"That isn't true. She touched my arms a few times".

"Chi! Are you a man? I was with her mother only for a few days but I shot two birds with one stone", Veera Pandyan's head winked. Nandini felt like vomiting but her body was unable to move. Someone caressed her hair and wiped her tears. Amma! She buried her head into her lap and cried bitterly.

"How many men have these women claimed to be their lovers? Pathetic maamiyar, her hopes were shattered when Sundara Cholan's veera-patni entered the pyre with her husband. That's our Chola women for you". Pazhuvettaraiyar's boasting turned to screams as Veera Pandyan's furious head bit his hands.

"Don't you hear this, you whore? I am so embarassed to admit that you are my daughter too".

"Sorry maama. I have spoken in anger."

"Don't worry. I will teach you to tame unruly women".

"Thanks. I will try it on her in our next birth".

Nandini's blood boiled as she listened to this exchange. She only hoped to console the old man after using him for years but he haunts her with her own words. "Get lost, you old perverts. I will never be yours".

"Old? Have you seen yourself, moothevi? Do you think your komagan will look twice at you? Even your mother looks younger than you. How lovely of them to send my mohini to me!"

Veera Pandyan's headless body approached Mandakini as the head jeered at Nandini from Pazhuvettaraiyar's lap. She dropped Nandini's head on the hard floor and dashed into the rain as the mutilated body followed her with outstretched arms. Nandini massaged her temples. Isn't there an end to this? Earlier, it was Veera Pandyan alone. After that fateful night, more apparitions started to torture her.

Where is he?

Why hasn't he come today? Is it because she looks old and ugly now? Perhaps he doesn't want her anymore.

"You know that isn't true", Aditha Karikalan chuckled from the other side of her mat. She tried to hug him but her arms passed through his form. She got as close as she could get and stared into those lovely brown eyes.

"Do they bother you . . . there?"

"No. Don't you know that we have our own place? For us."

"Ummmm"

"There are a lot of flowers. You can make as many garlands as you want and I will adorn your neck with all of them".

"Can we take my Amma too? She doesn't have anyone else."

"Yes, but she won't come alone".

"I am coming. I just want to meet Ponniyin Selvan once, just once, and tell him everything. After that I won't linger. I can't wait."

His form dissolved into thin air before her eyes but she heard his whisper, "Neither can I".

Parts 3, 4

@favcolourrvibgior @willkatfanfromasia @sowlspace @sampigehoovu @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @harinishivaa @celestesinsight

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #nandini #nandhini #aditha karikalan #aditya karikalan #nanditha #nandini x karikalan #nandini x aditha #arulmozhi #kundavai #vanthiyathevan #vanthiyadevan #vallavaraiyan vandiyadevan

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sanisse · 1 year

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Russingon and praise kink. Poor Mae just wants to be told he’s a good boy. Pretty boy ❤️

KINKTOBER 2O. - PRAISE KINK - RUSSINGON

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (pretty hot, but also super fluffy)

Warnings/Notes: no warnings! Just Russingon being Russingon. I love them your honor.

“So pretty,” Fingon’s voice is high and breathless. “My Russo.”

Maedhros, for his part, practically purrs as he looks up at Fingon, plush mouth stretched wide over Fingon’s cock, ears blooming pink. Fingon pets the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, and says it again: “Gorgeous, gorgeous, Russo.”

Maedhros hollows his cheeks, swirls his tongue around the head of Fingon’s cock. Fingon hisses and rolls his hips until he hits the back of Maedhros’ throat. Maedhros just shuffles that much closer between Fingon’s legs – right where he likes to be best – and tips his head back until Fingon can slip right down his throat.

It’s so, so good. Fingon’s vision blurs for a second. He groans. Cups the back of Maedhros’ head. “Varda above, Russo. You’re perfect.”

He fucks Maedhros’ throat like that, holding his head in place, once, twice, thrice. Then he releases him to breathe and gives his chest a light shove.

“Lie back, Russo.”

“Finno—” Maedhros whines, sweet and reedy, and god, Fingon loves how raw his voice sounds, how desperate. Maedhros sinks down to his elbows but goes no further, like he can’t bear to lay his head against the bed because that would mean he’d have to tear his eyes off Fingon — and right now Fingon is the only thing in Maedhros’ world that matters.

Fingon, Fingon, Fingon. Maedhros says it like a prayer as Fingon climbs atop him, takes Maedhros’ fat cock in his hand, and sinks down on top of it.

“Perfect thing,” it falls from Fingon’s lips easily, because he is. “You feel so good—”

“Finno—”

More. Tell me more.

Fingon drives himself down onto Maedhros’ cock. For a second he’s too full to even breathe. Then he manages: “Can never get enough of you. Love the way you fill me. Love how you look at me with those giant green eyes of yours. Like you worship me.”

“I do,” Maedhros chokes out, grabbing a fistful of Fingon’s ass, hard enough to bruise. His mouth parts like he wants to say more, and Fingon can practically see the wheels turning in his head — but he knows Maedhros can struggle to speak when he gets like this. Still, Maedhros fights to ask: “Finno— Finno, do I feel good?”

“Yes, Russo. You feel so, so good.”

“Am I being good for you?”

“Yes, Russo. Always.”

A whine. Maedhros is trembling beneath him, tears beading up on his eyelashes. He licks his lips, skims his hands over Finno’s soft hips, up his belly, tracing every curve he can find.

“Finno— am I—” he breaks off into a moan when Fingon twists his hips just so— “Am I good?”

Tremulous. Sweet. Vulnerable. Maitimo.

Fingon slows and drapes himself over Maedhros, cradles his head in his hands, kisses first one tear-streaked cheek, then the other.

“Yes, Russo. You are good. You are so, so good.”

Maedhros cries, and shakes, and comes apart.

Fingon holds him.

He always does.

#maedhros x fingon #russingon #silmfic #the silmarillion #give maedhros a hug 2023

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Hello I have come to fulfill your need for the "Alastor selling his soul to see his mother one last time" request.

So plz write to your heart's content about that request lol. Be it headcanons or a short fic or whatever! 😁

Note: AAAA THANK YOU! This has been eating at my brain for literally forever, and your post struck me with the inspiration I needed to finally get it on paper! This may be nonsense, but I hope y’all enjoy a bit of Alastor angst (featuring his poor, poor mother)

“So, Alastor, do we have a deal?”

Alastor took a deep breath, his heart threatening to tear itself free as he nodded. Lilith extended her hand, an expectant stare boring deep into his soul, the echo of her question hanging in the air.

Was this a mistake? Somewhere, perhaps in the part of his brain where his sense lay dormant, doubt crept into his thoughts. Would she even want to see you, after everything you’ve done? If the stories are correct, if the dead truly watch over their loved ones, does she know what has become of her child?

“Come on now, I don’t have all day.” The blonde woman’s voice grew impatient, her cold eyes like daggers piercing Alastor’s soul. “I am a very busy woman, you know.”

“I’m sorry, your majesty,” Alastor muttered, shoving his inhibitions back where they couldn’t cause him to hesitate and swallowing his fear as he reached forward, sealing his fate with a handshake.

Lilith’s hand was colder than anything he’d ever felt. He grimaced as his fingers brushed the corpse-like skin of Hell’s queen, his arms made of lead as he shook once, then twice, then thrice.

Suddenly, a flash of green light burst through the air, so blindingly bright that Alastor cried out, squeezing his eyes shut against what felt like a thousand suns assaulting his vision.

When the spots faded from his vision, he opened his eyes again, blinking rapidly to dispel the lingering green haze, and the Queen was gone, replaced by a face that filled him with both love and dread as he gazed upon it.

“Ma?”

The woman before him was the same as he remembered, unmistakably his mother— the same curly hair still fashioned in the tasteful bun she’d worn all her life, the same deep brown skin, only a few shades darker than his own, the same wide eyes, eyes that were now filled with tears as she met the gaze of her only son.

“Alastor,” she whispered, stepping forward gingerly. “Alastor, est-ce vraiment toi?”

He nodded, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His mother reached forward, brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face, and her own expression crumpled as she let out a sob, pulling her child into a fierce hug.

“Alastor, my baby, you’re here! I can’t believe it, mon cher. How I missed you!”

Alastor couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell her now, couldn’t confess to what he’d done after her untimely death, the lives he’d taken, the sins he committed. “Ma,” he repeated, burying his head in her shoulder, letting the tears roll down his face freely now. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Sorry?” His mother pulled back, still not fully letting go. “You have nothing to be sorry for, dear.” She smiled warmly, her beaming face feeling like another bullet to Alastor’s head. “Come now, let’s go— I have some folks who would love to meet you.”

He had to do it, didn’t he?

“I can’t.” A deep breath, let out shakily as he stepped back. “I’m so sorry. I… I can’t go with you.”

“…What?”

“I said I can’t.” A wave of guilt and regret washed over him. “I was a terrible, horrible man, Ma. I’ve gambled away my chance to see you one last time, to say farewell, and as soon as you turn away I’ll be sent to—“

“Don’t say it.” Her voice wavered, and she shook her head. “Don’t you dare… how could you?”

“I know.” Alastor looked away, at his hands, the same hands that had caused so much pain and death, the same that were now fading, replaced by sharp, red claws, pain creeping into his limbs as he began to transform, the hideous beast he was promised he’d become finally tearing its way out of his body.

He didn’t have much time. He looked into his mother’s eyes, those same eyes that had softened with worry as she patched up scrapes and bumps, that had sparkled with wonder as she read to him and flashed with worry when he cried- and all he saw now was pain.

“Je t'aime... et je suis vraiment désolé.”

The last thing he heard was his mother’s wail of desperation and grief as her son was wrenched away from her once more, chains wrapping around his wrists, the payment he’d promised Lilith burning a hole in his chest, fate dragging him down into the pits of hell, where his soul was always destined to stay.

All for a chance to say goodbye.

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