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fluffmothy · 10 months

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Tentacle Vacation Fun

The inspiration for this piece came from a cheesy nsfw audio I listened to recently that did something to my neurons.

Tw: egg preg and monster fucking

This fantasy starts as I’m chilling in a secluded sandy cove with a portion of flat rocky shore I can stand on. The regular beaches are normally packed with people for the summer, so I wanted a calmer experience for summer vacation. I’m wearing an open-backed one-piece swimsuit with a cropped short sleeve over it to complete the look.

As I’m walking over the rocky shore watching crabs scuttle, one of them crawls over this weird vine of what looks like a mix of kelp and octopus tentacle. I stop to observe it cause I’ve never seen a type of kelp like this, and I love marine life, so I’m excited to learn about something new. Since it looks like it has suction cups, I don’t know if it’s alive or not, so I poke it with a stick. No response. I get bolder and poke it with my finger. No response again. Now convinced that it’s just some weird kelp, I pick it up to observe it. The rest of its mass descends off the shore and into the water, so I give it a tug to try and dislodge it.

Big mistake (depending on who you ask)

It suddenly springs to life, entangling my wrists and ankles. It wraps around my arms, thighs, and torso, ensuring that I can’t escape. The tentacles start exploring my body as I’m now lying on the rock, bewildered and scared. They rip off the cropped shirt and slip into my swimsuit through the back. The tendrils rub up and down my stomach and ribs before quickly swiping over my nipples. I let out a whiny yelp, and this catches the beast’s attention as it starts doing it again and again and again. It’s playing with my nipples as it pokes and prods at other parts of my body, seeing what draws a reaction out of me.

A tentacle slips over my clothed cunt and starts focusing its attention there, rubbing over my folds and drawing out louder moans with the help of the tentacles now tugging at my nipples (Revenge for before) It’s just groping me for what feels like hours, teasing me and making me wetter. Sometime during its torment, the tentacles feel slicker as they begin secreting this weird blue slime and rubbing it into my skin. My body starts heating up and my mind feels a bit fuzzier. In my desperate moaning, a tentacle uses this opening to slip into my mouth and pour more slime down my throat. It all feels so good and overstimulating. Its onslaught is so rough, but it treats me so sweetly and I’m enjoying its touch. This thing is going to ruin me.

After what it deems is enough time, the monster raises my wrists above my head and spreads my legs further apart. It uses another tentacle to grab the crotch of my swimsuit and move it to the side, exposing me. Suddenly, another tentacle, thicker than the ones holding me and with a pointed but dull tip, appears and approaches my cunt. I start struggling, but the monster keeps its hold. The tendrils binding me heat up and pulsate with an almost comforting warmth. It pours more slime down my throat as it enters me, the stretch is surprisingly less painful due to the wetness and a little help from the dizzying slime, but there is still a pinch with the new feeling.

It doesn’t wait for me to adjust but thankfully isn’t too harsh with me, starting with a slow rhythmic pace, not reaching too deep. As time passes, the pain goes away and is replaced by ecstasy. I lost my virginity to this monster… and I’m loving it. The tentacles on my nipples are replaced by ones with suction cups, they latch on with incredible strength. After some time, it picks up the pace, ramming into me as I start groaning and panting from the roughness. In my hazy state, I start sucking on the tentacle in my mouth with fervor, crying from how good it feels and how overwhelmed I am. Looking down, you can see the bumps the tentacles make in my swimsuit, the ones over my nipples, the ones holding my waist, and the bump of the tentacle pushing into my cunt through my stomach.

It removes itself from my mouth and another unseen tentacle approaches my ass and prods at my hole. It’s slimmer than the rest but still enough to create a stretch. It secrets more slime as it prods and slowly slips in. It starts thrusting at a moderate pace compared to the rapid thrusting of the one in my pussy, it’s getting hard to focus on anything at that point. The tentacle in my cunt starts pounding into me and heating up and throbbing. Next thing you know, it spills inside me. There’s so much cum that it gushes out and stretches my stomach a little. There’s a brief pause where I’m able to catch my breath before it starts back up again with its rapid thrusting.

It spends the next few hours like this, fucking me in various ways and at various speeds, sticking multiple tentacles in my holes at a time, and cumming in every hole. Next thing I know, it's sundown and my stomach is distended with its cum, but it’s still going with as much fervor as before. It’s untangled its tentacles from around me except for a few to hold me and caress my sides, after all, I’ve come to enjoy this experience so much, I’m in no rush to get away. I’m sucking on another tentacle with two fucking my cunt as they suddenly speed up and start ramming against my cervix. They’re getting rougher than before, and I start screaming against the one in my mouth. One of them finally pushes past my cervix, and a smaller tentacle unsheathes itself from inside and writhes around in my womb. I squirt and cum with a scream as it beats against my walls and the other continues its thrusts. I’ve only barely retained sense after its onslaught, despite the aphrodisiac effects of its slime, but this might make me lose what little is left of it.

Both tentacles are unbearably hot as the one in my womb finally stops thrusting and cums in me. It’s so warm and thick, it comes as a comfort after such sudden rough treatment. The comfort is short-lived as the other breaches my cervix alongside the first, stretching me wide. This one doesn’t cum, but large rhythmic bumps appear in its tubed length, approaching me. Once the first one approaches my entrance, it stretches my cunt further as it pushes its way inside and into my womb. As it enters my womb, I gain a new pressure and weight in my gut. Did it just place something inside of me? Are these… eggs? (They are) I struggle to pay attention as the sheer pressure makes my head fuzzy. Next thing I know, I’m weighed down by 15 large eggs in my womb, stretching me out to make me look like I’m 5 months along. The tentacles finally release me and back away towards the shore’s edge but stay there as if watching me.

I should run, I should go get help since I was just impregnated by an actual monster, but I can’t bring myself to be alarmed. It felt so good, and my body is still so warm. This monster was so kind and gave me so much pleasure. It might be the weird slime talking, but I can only think of making sure these eggs are hatched and taken care of.

This monster has ruined me.

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mswritergirl02 · 21 days

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38 Missed calls and Tequila

In which Harry and y/n fight causing her to storm out

-> Reader advisory: mentions of alcohol and explicit language, proceed with caution.

A/N : Taking requests (:

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Y/N paced back and forth in the living room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I can’t believe you, Harry! You always do this, you never listen to me!”

Harry’s brows furrowed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what about you, huh? Do you think you’re always right? You’re so damn stubborn!”

“Well, maybe if you cared about my opinion for once—”

“Care about your opinion? I bend over backwards for you, Y/N! But it’s never enough, is it? You always find something else to complain about!”

“Oh, so now this is all my fault, is it? Typical!”

Harry threw his hands up in exasperation. “For fucks sake I never said that!

Y/N’s voice trembled with anger and hurt as she launched her accusation.

“You know what, Harry? I bet you’re cheating on me, aren’t you? That’s why you’re always so secretive about your phone, always disappearing at odd hours!”

Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious, Y/N? I’ve told you a million times, that I’m not cheating on you! You’re just making things up because you can’t stand losing a fucking argument!”

Y/N’s voice rose at his accusation. “Oh, please! Don’t act like you’re innocent in all of this! I see the way you look at other girls, Harry! You can’t fool me!”

Harry’s patience snapped, his frustration evident in his tone. “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again! You’re always jumping to conclusions, always looking for a bloody reason to doubt me! Maybe it’s your own insecurities that are driving us apart!”

Y/N’s anger faltered, replaced by a pang of hurt. “I’m not insecure, Harry! I just want to know that I can trust you!”

“Well, maybe if you gave me a chance to prove it instead of constantly accusing me of things I didn’t do!”

“I’ve been nothing but loyal to your crazy ass for four fucking years,” Harry declared, his voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

The tension in the room was thick, each word a painful reminder of the growing rift between them. Y/N’s heart ached with the weight of their words, knowing deep down that her accusations were absurd, Harry loved her. Still she was unable to stop herself from lashing out in a desperate attempt to regain control of the argument.

Y/N's lips curled into a sneer as she spat out, "Go fuck yourself, Harry!"

With that, she snatched her keys off the coffee table and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.

Harry stared at the closed door, his chest tight with frustration. "You're fucking crazy," he yelled, knowing she couldn't hear him and was long gone. He cursed out loud and sank onto the couch, running his hand over his face.

“A bloody fucking carpet," he muttered to himself, the absurdity of their argument hitting him like a ton of bricks. They had been fighting over a bloody carpet, of all things. It was ridiculous, and yet somehow it had escalated to Y/N storming out in anger.

They hadn't been in the best place lately. Y/N was constantly stressed out at the office, working long hours, barely having time for herself, let alone for him. And Harry, always buried in his work, was rarely home to see her, too caught up in his next album to notice the distance growing between them.

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12am

38 outgoing calls

Harry’s nerves were on edge. He had called Y/N 38 times since she stormed out, each call going straight to voicemail. It wasn’t like her to stay out this late, and the thought of not knowing where she was made his stomach churn with anxiety.

Pacing back and forth in their empty apartment, Harry’s mind raced with worry. He had grown accustomed to Y/N’s silent treatments during their arguments, but this was different. This silence felt suffocating.

12:30 am

“Answer your phone, Y/N,” Harry muttered under his breath, frustration and fear mingling in his voice. He reached for his phone once again, fingers trembling as he clicked on her contact for the 39th time. But this time, instead of the familiar voicemail greeting, a stranger’s voice answered Y/N’s phone.

As Harry heard the unfamiliar male voice answer Y/N’s phone, his heart raced with a surge of protectiveness. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his tone sharp with urgency. “Why the hell do you have Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”

Before Harry could ask any more questions or receive a response, the phone call ended abruptly.

12:45am

It was around 12:45am when It clicked in Harry’s mind, Y/N had insisted they shared their locations when they first started dating. Harry quickly opened the app on his phone and zoomed in on her location.

Maggies Bar & Grill.

Confusion washed over him when he saw that Y/N was at a bar. Drinking was something she rarely did, especially alone at this hour. Harry’s heart raced with worry, imagining all sorts of worst-case scenarios.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys, and got behind the wheel. He knew he had to reach Y/N as fast as possible.

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Meanwhile, Y/N found herself in fits of laughter, seated on a bar stool behind the counter of Maggies. With tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, she swiftly grabbed her phone back from the male bartender’s grasp. Giggling, she teasingly whispered, “Don’t tell Harry,” and playfully pressed a finger to her lips.

Earlier, Y/N had confided in the sympathetic bartender about her rocky relationship with Harry. Each heartfelt confession she made was chased down with another shot of tequila, the weight of the world was momentarily lifted by the warmth of the alcohol. What she didn't know was that the bartender discreetly slipped her keys into his pocket when her attention wandered, silently determined to prevent her from making any rash decisions in her inebriated state.

“Y/N, I’m cutting you off,” the bartender said for what felt like the tenth time that night, his tone gentle yet firm. “All you’re getting is water from now on.”

Y/N pouted, shoving the glass of water away. “But I’m having fun!” she protested, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol. “I can handle a few more drinks, I promise.”

The bartender shook his head, a hint of concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t risk serving you any more alcohol. It’s for your own safety.” With that, he gently pushed the glass of water back towards her, silently urging her to hydrate and sober up.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” Y/N slurred, her tone growing more aggressive as she leaned in towards the bartender, her eyes narrowed.

The bartender stood his ground, not going back on his decision. “I’m not serving you any more drinks tonight,” he stated once again.

Y/N’s frustration bubbled over, and she clenched her fists slamming them on the counter. “You can’t cut me off!” she snapped.

Just as Y/N opened her mouth to make a scene once more , Harry entered the bar, his eyes immediately locking onto her. With purpose in his stride, he made his way over to where she sat, his gaze briefly flickering to the bartender.

Harry’s expression was a mix of relief and concern as he approached. “Is everything okay here?” he asked.

The bartender met Harry’s gaze, his expression serious. “Harry I'm assuming? Yeah, everything’s fine now,” he replied, gesturing towards Y/N. “I had to cut her off a while ago. She’s had enough for tonight.” Recognizing Harry by Y/n's lock screen on her phone and his contact name.

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But then who called me from her phone?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searched for answers.

The bartender hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out Y/N’s keys. “It was me,” he admitted, handing them over to Harry. “I knew she shouldn’t be driving in her condition.”

Relief flooded Harry’s features as he accepted the keys. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, grateful for the bartender’s quick thinking.

Y/N’s drunken aggression flared as Harry turned towards her. “What are you doing here?” she slurred, her tone sharp with irritation.

“I don’t need you babysitting me.”

Of course she's drinking tequila the one thing that brings out her temper even more

Harry cut her off with a stern glare, “Your breath reeks of fucking tequila and you’re in no condition to drive,”.

Y/N turned towards the bartender, “You're a fucking snitch” she accused him loudly causing heads to turn in their direction. Harry’s annoyance grew as he watched her escalate the situation.

“Y/N, you’re causing a fucking scene,” Harry muttered, frustrated to which she scoffed, pushing herself unsteadily to her feet.

She held out her hand. “Give them back. I’m driving myself home, I don’t want to look at you.”

Harry’s heart sank at her words, but he knew he couldn’t let her make such a reckless decision. “I can’t do that, Y/N,” he said gently, stepping closer to her. “You’re not thinking clearly right now. Let me take you home.”

Y/N shook her head stubbornly, her anger fueling her determination. “No!” she insisted, her voice rising.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Just give me my keys!”

He was over her drunk antics.

Stepping uncomfortably close to her, he took the time to observe the way her hair fell over her ear. With a firm yet gentle touch, he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering for a moment before trailing down her cheek.

Leaning in, Harry's voice dropped to a low and dangerous tone. “Y/N you better listen to me.”

“Drop the fucking attitude,” he snapped his breath sending a shiver down her spine as it brushed against her skin.

Now fully gaining her attention Harry continued speaking. “You're gonna lower your voice and follow me to the car like the good girl I know you are."

Y/n began to feel as if her legs were putty with each word she processed.

“Don't make me embarrass you here love,” he said while running his finger over her bottom lip.

“Because I can and I will.”

Harry's words hung in the air, commanding and unwavering leaving no room for argument.

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tomblythismyhusband · 4 months

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hoax [ coriolanus snow x fem!district!reader ] P.1

[summary]: coriolanus snow x fem!district!reader | part one | coriolanus stumbles upon you while on patrol in the woods. He tricks you with his charm, making you trust him.

[warnings]: +18, no smut but will progress that way in future parts, kissing, possessive snow, violence, slight gun play, pushed up against a tree, begging, peacekeeper snow is a whole warning in itself….,

[wc]: 2k+

[note]: in this version, coriolanus had just been through the whole ordeal with lucy gray recently. He hasn’t been sent back to the capitol yet.

**Part Two Here**

He was watching you. Waiting, calculating his next move. You were out of district territory. Sitting up against a tree seemingly relaxing. How pathetic. You come all this way out of your district just to sit?

Coriolanus was on patrol, and one of the areas now had you in it. You were in a place you weren’t supposed to be. He couldn’t help but study you from the comfort of his hiding place. He gripped his gun tighter as he watched you.

You seemed so soft, so innocent. The way your lips parted ever so slightly to let out sighs, the way your hands felt the grass by your side. Coriolanus couldn’t help but watch with interest.

After everything had blown up between him and Lucy Gray he felt desperate.

He didn’t like to admit it, but a gaping hole was left where his love for Lucy Gray used to be in his heart. It was painful to even think about. He wanted the pain to stop and it had.

-When he looked at you.

Coriolanus noticed the new lightness in his body when he studied you. He viewed you as maybe something he could have all to himself, something he could control. His.

He shifted his weight, causing a twig to snap under his boot. He saw you look up, an expression of paranoia on your face.

Coriolanus thought to himself as he stayed hidden. Would it be alright for him to come out? Would you scream, would you run? He decided it didn’t matter. He knew he could shut you up if he had to.

He slowly made his way out of the trees, becoming more visible, the soft forest ground crunching under him. He felt your eyes meet his and he watched as they widened.

You immediately stood up and smoothed out your dress. A fearful look replaced the calm expression that once inhabited your face.

“I- I’m sorry I didn’t-“ You stuttered.

It was a pathetic sight, but it made Coriolanus’ body warm.

“Your not supposed to be here.” He said lowly, inching forward ever so slightly. His gun still laid ready in his hands. He kept having to remind himself that no matter how pretty you were, you were district scum.

Your breathing quickened, as a knot of anxiety formed in the pit of your stomach. You had noticed his peacekeeping uniform. This was the moment you accepted the fact that you were going to be arrested.

“I’m sorry- I wasn’t doing anything I swear.” You explained with an urgency to your voice. Coriolanus let a laugh puff past his lips.

“Is that so?” He said coldly.

You pleaded with him. “Please trust me sir, I know I’m not supposed to be here. Please don’t hurt me.”

His eyes glistened at the sight of your pleading, it just confirmed that you were just a weak girl he could control. “Hurt you?” He drawled, stepping closer. “Why would I hurt a pretty thing like you?”

Your breathing hitched. Had he really just called you pretty? Your mind swirled with a mix of confusion and fear as you stood before him. Every step he took seemed to make him tower over you more and more .

“I’m Coriolanus..” He said coldly. He kept out his last name. He didn’t want you to know to much about him yet. You stared up at him. His name sounded fancy. It was a name fit for a powerful ruler, not a peacekeeper. He gave you an amused look.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name in return dove?” He teased.

“I’m-“ You hesitated weighing in the pros and cons of telling this man your name. It would give him more insight into who you were which could be a bad thing, but he trusted you enough to give you his name right? You finally gave in. His cold gaze seemed to make you want to obey anything he said. “I’m Y/n”

“Y/n…..” He murmured. Your name sounded silky in his voice. Your heart thumped painfully in your chest.

“Y-your a peacekeeper. Aren’t you going to arrest me for being out of district boundaries?” You whispered. You stared up into his impossibly blue eyes.

“I wouldn’t want to go through all that trouble dragging you back to base now would I?” He teased darkly. “Unless that’s what you want. If so I’d be happy to arrest you.”

“No!” You burst out. It came out a little louder than you intended and he raised his eyebrows. He looked almost pleased with your outburst, with your need to stay free.

Your breathing was still rapid as continued to draw closer. What was he doing? What were his intentions?

His eyes roamed your body, taking in every aspect of you. He was now super close now, his gun pressed into your hip.

“What do you want from me, if you’re not going to arrest me…” You asked, your voice quaking.

He had cornered you against the tree you were previously sitting at. You watched as he tilted his head at you. Up close you could see him more clearly. The shape of his lips, the strongness of his jaw, the hint of color in his cheeks. If it weren’t for his permanent icy gaze you would even argue that he was beautiful.

“I’m doing you quite the favor Y/n.” He crooned. “I could have you killed right now..” He paused to take in your reaction. “…but don’t worry I won’t….”

He brought up one of his gloved hands and traced it on your jawline as you trembled.

His gaze kept flicking down to your lips then back up to your eyes again. “Why are you doing this.” You whispered. You weren’t sure whether to fight back or not. His gun digging into your hip kept reminding you what you were dealing with.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, inching his face even closer. You could feel his breath on your nose. Your cheeks heated at this.

“I’ll let you go..” He said in a low voice. His hand that was tracing your jaw slid down to your neck. His big hand encased it making you shiver. “If you do one little thing for me…”

You felt as if you were unable to speak. The emotions in your body were all over the place. “What…. what do you need me to do.” You choked out.

He studied your face again, his thumb slightly grazing your lips as you spoke. “I want you to come here everyday to see me.” He whispered.

You were confused. What would a peacekeeper want with you? Perhaps he was lonely? You felt guilty and hopeless for getting yourself into this situation. “Why? Why me?” You asked softly.

“Do you have family dove?” He asked quietly. The sudden question caught you off guard. You nodded.

“I live with my grandfather and my sister..”

He let out a hum. His thumb still traced your lips.

“I’ll offer you and your family my protection and services to help you survive if you meet me here everyday…” His words were soft but you couldn’t help but feel that there was malicious intent behind them. Everyone in District 12 was always either sick or dying. The thought of someone protecting your family from the horrors was intriguing.

His body pressed you up against the tree even harder. “No harm will ever come to any of them… or you.”

Your stomach tightened in fear. He was giving you an offer. His presence was so threatening you were worried something would happen to you if you were to disagree.

“Ok…..” You finally said. The grip on your neck slightly tightened.

“Oh dove…. you have to be more specific than that. What are you agreeing to?” He said smoothly. His voice was cold, calculating.

“I’ll meet you here everyday.” You replied meekly.

An amused look pulled on his lips. “That’s right. Everyday. 9 am.” He directed. You felt the hold on your neck slightly loosen. He leaned his head to your ear. His hot breath making you shake nervously.

“I’m looking forward to our next meeting..” With that he moved his head swiftly, mashing his lips against yours. The brim of his helmet was digging into your forehead as he kissed you. You let out a tiny grunt at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

You felt utterly helpless as his lips worked against yours. The kiss was hungry. So much built up frustration and heartache seemed to seep through his frantic lips.

When he finally pulled back he gazed upon your face. “You seemed to enjoy that didn’t you dove?” He cooed. He released your neck after giving it one final squeeze before turning and leaving back into the thick of the forest.

Coriolanus leaving you so abruptly left you more pained and confused as ever. Your lips still felt his kiss lingering, reminding you that everything that just happened was real.

You were almost in a daze as you trudged your way back to the confines of District 12. The woods was always your safe place, away from the hunger, the pain, the work. Your mind swirled at the thought that it wasn’t safe anymore.

Coriolanus owned it now. It now felt like he owned you too. He staked his claim and sealed the deal with a kiss.

The kiss. Oh how you wish that never happened. Your mind drifted to the boy you called yours back home. You never said anything due to the fear of Coriolanus’ strength, but you had a lover.

You scowled at yourself. You felt weak for even letting anything happen in the first place.

Your boyfriend’s name was Ben, and you loved him deeply. He was about medium height, a little taller than you. He had cute dimples that were especially highlighted when he smiled. He also had dark brown curls that always laid perfectly atop his head. You sighed as you thought of him. There was no way you were going to tell him about Coriolanus. Ever.

Coriolanus was nothing to you anyway. Just an inconvenience. He was dangerous, controlling. You had only interacted with him because he had caught you in a vulnerable moment. If you did anything but submit to him you might’ve not be walking back to your home now.

As you walked through the soft forest you thought to yourself.

You don’t have to come back here like he directed…. He will never find you again!

You comforted yourself at the thought. He didn’t control you. He couldn’t. Maybe outside of the District he had that power, but if you laid low he wouldn’t ever find you again.

Right?

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randombush3 · 2 months

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Kinda miss Fleur and Alexia bickering 🫣 can I get a request a one short of them getting into a fight

sorry I took ages to do it - I've been trying to think of a scenario. I imagine that the dutch players have had a very miserable international window lol

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I slam the door behind me.

There are few things in life that cause me absolute devastation, but this week has been one of them. I’m tired, I’m angry, and, what’s worse, I’m resenting the fact that Alexia’s apartment is bright and happy.

She smiles as she emerges from the bathroom, perhaps not hearing how I entered as I used my own key.

I take it as smugness. (I want it to be smug.)

“Hola, mi amor,” she says with caution, heading over to greet me after not seeing much of each other for the best part of a week. She must sense the tension because her smile dampens, victorious glow from winning fucking everything fading away.

“Hey,” I mutter, tone clipped and curt and dripping with resentment. Alexia approaches, concern beginning to make her frown, reaching out gently to touch my arm.

I jerk it away from her.

For the briefest of moments, I feel a long-dead emotion: hatred. I loathe Spain’s success, am jealous of it, and it is not fair that it comes at my expense. Not when we are together, not when we are no longer enemies.

It was easy to play against Alexia when I was her rival. I could tackle her freely and let my teammates foul her when she was too good to beat, able to watch on without remorse. Seeing her hit the grass brought about a vindictive, satisfied feeling, and I relished in it.

Being her girlfriend is a lot harder, and it has been a while since I have had to play on a different team to her. It has been a while since we lost to Spain, but, just like they did in August, they have crushed our dreams once more.

My dreams.

The Olympics are more special to me than any other tournament, and will continue to be until the games are no longer valued in women’s football. They are my family’s history, the gateway into my relationship with my mum, and they are now out of my reach.

I huff out a breath, struggling to contain my emotions. “We lost twice so we won’t be going.” I tell her what she already knows but she does not rub it in. “Jaimie is going to qualify.”

Alexia looks at me, piercing eyes seeing through the floodgates I have shut. She must realise that I have cried on the plane – maybe even that I hadn’t stopped crying since we played Germany, only reining it all in as I made my way up the stairs to her place.

“What do you want, Alexia?” I snap as she attempts to touch me again, blinking myself back into reality and hoping I don’t start to cry.

Clearly, my wounds have not been nursed enough.

Alexia recoils, hurt flashing across her features before she schools them into something harder. Her jaw clenches. Maybe she thinks I am being immature. “What’s wrong with you, Fleur?” she asks, her voice tinged with frustration. “I know you're upset….”

“Oh, like you care,” I retort, bristling at her words. “You seemed happy to run around with Jenni, celebrating your socks off!”

Her eyes narrow, patience wearing thin. “Excuse me?” She doesn’t sound convinced that I am the real Fleur de Voss, looking me up and down to check I haven’t been replaced with someone else.

“You clearly have let it get to you. Have you forgotten what it’s like to lose?”

“Oh, of course,” she scoffs, “because that has never happened to me before. I was inconsolable after we lost the Champions League final; I didn’t come out of my room for–”

“Please, spare me the sob story.” I roll my eyes. “You’re on top of the world right now, Ale. Spain wins everything and you keep adding to your list of victories, crushing anyone who dares to get in your way. And the worst part is, you don’t even play! You don’t even play, and you act like you have done it single-handedly, with the biggest grin on your face–”

“Do you think I enjoy seeing you in pain?” She trembles with anger. She shouts, and she hasn’t meant to be the first to do that because she instantly steps back in regret. I may have flinched at the shock of her volume, but now I square my shoulders, daring her to fix my heartbreak. “Do you think it didn’t take all my willpower to not go over to you, to not comfort you, or hug you, or try to make you feel better? Do you think I wasn’t trying to get to you as soon as I could? Or that, in Sevilla, I didn’t look at flights to Germany so that you wouldn’t have to spend the night alone?” She steps towards me. “I know how much going to Paris meant to you, to your family. Believe me, I heard what your mother said to you – even if my English isn’t that good.”

“Your English is fine,” I mutter, instinctively destroying her stupid insecurity.

“Fleur, how could you think I take pleasure in your losses? You know me better than that.”

I shake my head, unable to quell the storm of emotions raging inside of me. “I feel like I don’t know anything right now,” I admit, hardly audible.

I was going to the Olympics. I was sure of it.

Jaimie and I were going together, and, although Mum competed for a different flag, we were going to follow in her footsteps; continuing her legacy because she promised me I would be good enough to do that. She promised us both, time and time again.

She may have left us, but she was the one who wrangled me a spot in the Australian youth teams. She started my international career for me, and I was going to repay her by showing her it was worth it.

What is it worth now?

“All I know is that I’m tired of feeling like my best isn’t good enough, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay.”

Suddenly, this is about more than just losing the Nations League and not qualifying for the Olympics. This is the fallout of the Ballon d’Or, and we both know it. Alexia seems to have seen this coming.

“I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me,” she begins, though guilt courses through me because I know it would have been asking the impossible of her, “but I’m here now.”

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Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby x OC

PART VI

Summary: After the events of the previous day, Tommy and Nina are forced to come to terms with a truth they have refused to acknowledge for far too long.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, mentions of attempted assault, no proofreading, English is not my first language. This is set between season 1 and 2.

A/N: like in the last chapter, there are some dialogues which are supposed to be in Italian, which I chose to write in English for the sake of the readers (and mine, ‘cause otherwise I should’ve translated lots of stuff). In this case, it is the second dialogue between Nina and her mother. I’m sorry for the long wait, and thank you for bearing with me!

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The first light of the morning filtered through the lace curtains of the kitchen window, bathing the room in a warm glow. Holding a cup of coffee in her hands, Nina stared into space, the events of the night before repeatedly playing in her mind. Tommy’s touch still lingered against her cheek, hesitant and tender as he touched her with a gentleness she had never known before. A gentleness that made her lean even closer, eager to feel more of the bare brushing of their lips, that made her wonder what it would feel like if she allowed herself to melt into him. His strong body seemed like a safe space, like something steady and reliable. But that warm, unfamiliar feeling was soon replaced by the blast of cold that suddenly hit her when he moved away.

How could she have been so stupid?

She had let her emotions get the best of her, and humiliated herself for nothing. It wasn’t him that she wanted. What she wanted was to get rid of the skin-crawling feeling that Stefano’s hands had left on her, so she had clung to the first person who had offered her a hint of safety and comfort. What a fool she had been, for forgetting that the only person who could ever bring her safety and comfort was herself. For letting Stefano mess her up once again. It was all a game of power to him, he had played her like a pawn, and she had fell for it. Because Stefano did what he did to let her know that he could do everything he wanted to her, if he just decided to. With the blood boiling in her veins, she promised to herself she wouldn’t let him hold that much power over her, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of making her cave. She’d go on as if nothing happened, but without forgetting what he did. And when the right time came, she’d make him regret ever daring to lay his filthy hands on her. He had tormented her for years, tried to force her into a marriage, scared and threatened her in her own home, a place where she was supposed to be safe. He would pay for that.

“Sei già sveglia?” (You’re up already?)

Her mother’s voice pulled Nina out of her thoughts, and only then did she realise how tight her hold around the cup’s handle had become. She loosened her grip, a sigh escaping her lips as the pain of her own nails digging in her palm eased. Sinking lower in her seat, she fixed her gaze upon a crack in the wooden table, well aware that she couldn’t escape Maria Ferrante’s ever-observant eye. “Sono andata a letto presto, ieri.” (I went to bed early, yesterday.)

The older woman walked further into the kitchen, squinting her eyes as if she had spotted something. Still carefully avoiding her gaze, Nina watched her get closer from under her lashes, until she stopped right in front of her. She let out a groan as her mother took ahold of her chin to get a better look at her face. “Che hai in faccia?” (What’s that?)

Nina gulped, her mind trying to find an excuse for the scratch that Stefano had left when he had dug his fingernails in her cheek. “È stato Winston,” she professed, turning her head to free herself from her mother’s grip. (It was Winston.)

The woman mumbled some curses towards the poor animal that, for once, was actually innocent.

“È stata colpa mia,” Nina quickly added. “L’ho fatto arrabbiare.” (It was my fault, I made him angry.)

Maria Ferrante pursed her lips in disapproval, and a frown appeared on those once beautiful features, which had started to wither way too soon under the weight of the years and of a life devoted to caring for others and never herself.

Nina had to restrain herself from breathing a sigh of relief when her mother walked over to the cupboard, letting the matter drop. But as she watched her bustling about to make breakfast for everyone, she was overwhelmed by a mounting sense of unease. It was a familiar feeling, one that had been accompanying her for as long as she could remember, yet she had never been able to figure it out. It usually rose without warning, making her head spin, sending her into a state of distress that made her feel physically sick, and she got the impression there was something deeply wrong with her life. After years of dealing with it, she had found a pattern, and she had realised that most of the times - although not always - it was connected to her mother.

All her life, Nina had feared to become like her. Always silent, always compliant as she let her husband and sons treat her like a slave, pretending not to notice the way they unconsciously looked down on her - because she was not clever, she was ignorant, she wasn’t even able to read or write. She was a wife and a mother before being a person. They loved her, but they loved her like something that belonged to them. And deep down, Nina knew she was loved the same way.

She knew the opinion they had of her was not that distant from the one they had of her mother. It didn’t matter that she had finished school, it didn’t matter how much she kept on studying and learning on her own, it didn’t matter how much she tried to prove that she was capable. She was always a woman. That limitation was the wall the stood between her and the world, and the more she tried to climb over it or walk around it, the taller and wider it grew.

To some extent, in her family, Nina was already her mother.

Standing in front of the mirror in the room that had become his in the last couple of weeks, Tommy straightened his tie, his gaze scanning his whole figure to make sure nothing was out of place. His face was freshly shaved, his suit neatly pressed, his shoes polished. The only jarring note were the purple shadows under his eyes, proof of a sleepless night. Ever since he had left Nina’s room, he had been tormented by a strange feeling of restlessness. He had hardly closed his eyes, his mind relentlessly circling around everything that had been happening in the last month, and everything that was to come. But in that endless vortex, one thought emerged above all others. How was she?

The question nagged at him, making it impossible for him to shift his attention on any other subject. From the moment he had met her, Nina had seemed to him an unbreakable force. She was fierce, and untamable, with a fire in her eyes mighty enough to burn whole cities to the ground. That was why, when he witnessed her vulnerability, he was almost surprised to see that she, too, could be fragile. But with that fragility came a whole different wilfulness, a stubborn refusal to bend that made her even more ardent. More beautiful. And he wondered how many more sides of herself she kept hidden.

Almost a month had passed since his arrival in Sicily, and during time, she had slowly made her way into his head, clouding his judgment. Because he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about her, not when he was courting her cousin. Not when the decision had been made. But the events of that day had put him in front of a truth he had refused to acknowledge, a truth that made him feel something too close to fear.

Last last night more than ever, he couldn’t take his mind off her, off her scent, off the feeling of her soft hair brushing against his skin. Did she have any idea how hard it had been for him to pull away? That he had only left her room because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself any longer? That, had she been in a less vulnerable position, he wouldn’t have hesitated to do what every cell in his body was begging him to do?

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to compose himself. There was no need to make things more difficult than they already were. He opened the drawer of his bedside table, revealing the velvety box that had been closed there for far too long. He reached for it and opened it to take a look at the ring he had bought along the necklace he had gifted Agnese a few weeks earlier, when he had declared his intention to marry her. The big diamond ring seemed to stare back at him, and his stomach clenched at the thought that it was time to do what he was expected to do. He snapped the box shut and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket, telling himself there was no point in dwelling on things that had no chance to exist.

As he headed downstairs, the sound of Nina’s voice came to his ears, and his nerves started tingling with anticipation. How would she act, now? How was he supposed to act? Should he ask her how she was, or should he pretend nothing had happened, just like she told him?

He could tell there was a whole story behind what had happened with Stefano the previous day, one that he wasn’t aware of, and part of him wanted to ask her. The other part, however, feared that she might close off again, and that all the steps forward that they had taken would be erased, taking them back where they started.

Before Tommy could cross the living room, Nina came out of the kitchen, too lost in thought to notice him, at first. But once she did, she stopped in her tracks, and an unreadable expression spread over her features. For the next few seconds, they just looked at each other in complete silence, waiting for the other to say something. The small scratch on her face caught his eye, suddenly taking him back to last night, when he had ran his knuckle over it with a softness he didn’t know he possessed, when he had got the impression that her cheek had been made just to fit perfectly in the palm of his rough hand. How close she had been…

“Good morning.” Nina’s voice harshly brought him back to reality, and it was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

Tommy cleared his voice, struck by an odd feeling of guilt for indulging further in those thoughts. “Morning,” he murmured, recollecting himself. He had to remember where he was, and where his priorities stood. But it was so hard when the warmth of her body so close to his was imprinted on him, and when he could still feel the way her lips had barely brushed against his.

“I’m having lunch at Agnese’s house today,” he blurted out before he could think about what he was saying. And maybe his words had some kind of effect on her, but she was so quick to hide it that he figured he had probably imagined it.

Nina nodded, hoping that whatever she was feeling in that moment wasn’t written all over her face. She wasn’t even sure what it was that she was feeling, she just knew that she didn’t like it. And that it wasn’t right.

Tommy was going to propose.

That awareness knocked the air out of her lungs, and she cursed herself for feeling like that. It was wrong. And she had no right. She had to get a grip and take control of those emotions, before they irreversibly took control of her. Tommy’s icy stare seemed to be piercing right through her, making it impossible for her to focus and formulate some coherent sentence. Fucking blue eyes.

“Good,” it was all she could manage to utter.

Another heavy silence fell down upon them, and the words they really wanted to say - the words they didn’t even have the courage to tell themselves - were left hanging in the air, where they would vanish, sooner or later. Because the things left unsaid would never be real.

In the late afternoon, sitting at the kitchen table, Nina tried to keep herself busy by reading a book, but the words seemed to vanish right in front of her eyes one by one. She was too agitated to read. According to what her brothers had told her before leaving the house earlier that day, the men of the family were currently holding a meeting Tommy Shelby at Agnese’s house. They had mentioned something about Sabini and the next moves, but she had only half-listened to them, her mind occupied by something else entirely. Looking out the window, she glanced at the house on the opposite side of the shared garden, the urge to know what was happening inside it growing with each moment that passed.

“He hasn’t proposed.” Maria Ferrante stormed into the kitchen, carrying a basket full of freshly-picked figs.

Nina blinked, her train of thoughts interrupted by her mother for the second time that day. “What?”

“Mr Shelby hasn’t proposed to Agnese,” she clarified, placing the basket on the table with a thud. Under her daughter’s disconcerted stare, she took some of the figs and walked over to the sink to wash them with hasty, agitated movements. “The poor girl’s desperate, she thinks she has done something wrong.”

It took Nina more than a moment to process her mother’s words, but once she did, it took her way less to realise what that might mean. For her, for Agnese, for the future of her family. As her mind began to race in an all too familiar way, her eyes quickly scanned the room in search for something to focus on in order not to slip into the whirlpool of scattered thoughts, but the clatter caused by the older woman’s fumbling with the cutlery only added to the frenzied state of her brain. Her heart pounded in her chest, drumming in her ears, and she found herself jiggling her leg up and down to ease the tension. Finally, her attention was grabbed by the clock hanging on the wall, and in the second hand her restless gaze found something to hold on to. With each second that passed, her heart decreased its speed and the noise in her mind quietened, bringing her some relief. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a breath, glad to be back in control of herself. “This whole thing was a mistake,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

Even though she was facing away from her mother, Nina could tell she had halted, because the fuss suddenly stopped. “What do you mean?” She asked, but before her daughter had the chance to answer, she placed a plate with some figs cut in half in front of her. “Eat.”

At first, Nina scrunched her nose, sure that the mere sight of food would be enough make her stomach turn. Ever since the events of the previous day, it had been too knotted up for her to feel hungry. However, as soon as the delicious smell of the fruits filled her nostrils her appetite awoke, and she was quick to take a bite. The sweet pulp melted on her tongue, and the sensation almost made her forget what she was about to say. “I mean,” she spoke again after eating the first piece. “That it isn’t the Shelbys we should’ve tried to form an alliance with.”

Her mother’s eyebrows shot upwards, and a disapproving expression made its way on her face. “These things are not our concern,” she reproachfully pointed a finger at her daughter, sitting on a chair in front of her. “Your father and your uncles are doing-”

“They’re doing all the wrong things.” Nina interrupted her, slightly raising her voice. “And it is our concern. It’s our life, we should have a say in it.”

“Your father knows what’s best for this family.”

“Does he?”

Maria Ferrante crossed her arms over her chest, averting her eyes from her daughter’s, and the silence that followed gave Nina the chance to go on. “This was a mistake, you know it too,” she added, lowering her voice again. “You might fool dad by pretending you know nothing about this business, but you can’t fool me.”

A strange glimpse crossed her mother’s eyes at her words, but it didn’t last more than an instant. Her features hardened again, and it was like that subtle, ephemeral emotion had never been there. “What I think is not important.”

This time, it was Nina who chose not to reply. It was useless, after all. Her mother had spent her whole life convinced that all she was born to do was to take care of someone else, without ever being able to make a single decision for herself, or voice her thoughts, and that conviction was too deeply rooted inside her to be eradicated.

“You’re a lucky girl, Nina. You shouldn’t forget that.” Maria leaned over the table, looking her daughter right in the eyes. “Take a look around you. You have a big, nice house with a big, nice garden, and a room you can call your own. You have never known misery, nor hunger,” she paused, her gaze becoming absent, as if getting lost in some old memory. She then leaned back in her chair, staring at a point in front of her. “It feels like bites. Hunger, I mean.”

Nina shifted uncomfortably in her seat, letting those words sink in. Although her mother’s stark expression gave nothing away, she sensed that some old, unforgotten pain was begging to be acknowledged, and she could almost feel that pain as if it were her own.

Coming back to her senses, Maria fixed her eyes on her daughter again, her gaze displaying a fierceness that appeared almost odd on her face. “You don’t know it. You haven’t even known it during the war. That’s all thanks to your father, and what he does.”

Nina watched quietly as mother got up from her chair, starting to busy herself with what needed tidying up. “He does what he does for us. Be grateful, and don’t question his decisions.” Her voice took on a stern tone, one that brooked no arguments, indicating that the discussion was over. “And eat,” she ordered, nodding toward the plate.

Pouring the tea she had just made in a cup, Nina glanced at the clock. Midnight had passed a long time ago, but once again her brain was keeping her up, preventing her from getting some much needed sleep. She’d had lots of time to think, though, and the long, relaxing bath she had taken had helped her free her mind for a while. She could see things more clearly, now.

Her first fear had been that Tommy might decide to go on with the war, but after pondering the subject, she had come to the conclusion that it wasn’t an option. He had proposed an alliance because he knew he had no chance of winning that war, the attacks to his pubs and his men were the proof. Not to mention that if he were to decide to call everything off he would be killed on the spot. The Peaky Blinder Devil was surrounded by potential enemies, with not a single man by his side, and he had willingly put himself in that position.

Because he was not afraid to die.

That was the answer to all of her questions, the missing piece that had prevented her from fully understanding why her family feared him so much, to the point of not even considering to form an alliance with Sabini instead. Tommy Shelby was not afraid to die, therefore, he had no limitations.

But the more she seemed to be close to figuring him out, the more questions rose, and Nina couldn’t explain why - despite all her efforts not to think about him - her mind was so adamant on trying to unravel the mystery that was Tommy Shelby. She had started because she didn’t trust him, because she wanted to know what his true intentions were, because she wanted to try and anticipate his moves - something that the men of her family seemed to fail at. Now she just couldn’t stop, for what she had found was so far from what she had expected.

She couldn’t explain the deep connection she felt to him, a connection that perhaps had always been there, since the very beginning, when all she seemed to feel for him was spite. Even then, there was something drawing them towards one another, forcing them to keep on bickering and bantering, to look for those apparently insignificant quarrels and challenges. Then there were their secret meetings, those nights where time seemed to stand still, where he wasn’t Tommy Shelby, and she wasn’t Nina Ferrante, and they were almost normal people, and they were allowed to let their masks fall. She remembered every laugh he had drawn from of her with the stories of his childhood, every smile she had managed to coax out of him with her witty retorts. And she had learned he was not a Devil, like everybody called him. Behind his steely glare and the layers of ice that protected him like an armour, he was very much human.

There must’ve been a reason why every night since the first casual encounter they had left their rooms in the hope of just enjoying each other’s company. There must’ve been a reason why their eyes begged to meet every time they were in the same room, and their hands longed for the slightest touch. There must’ve been a reason why she was standing there, hoping he would walk through that door.

But that reason didn’t matter. Because in the light of the day, he was Tommy Shelby, she was Nina Ferrante, and he would marry her cousin. Soon he would go back to Birmingham, and she would stay there, going back to the life she had grown to despise. The seas between them would erase the invisible string that seemed to bind them together, and she would forget how he had made her laugh, how she had made him smile. And it would be as if her soul had never met his.

Nina’s heart increased its speed when she heard the footsteps that had become now familiar to her, and she had to remind herself that night wouldn’t be like the others. She had to push him away, restore the distance between them before it was too late. If they crossed that line, there would be no going back.

Silently, Tommy entered the kitchen. All the spontaneity their relationship had acquired over the weeks was gone, and he was unsure how to behave. He didn’t even know what had brought him there again, after he had told himself he had to stop thinking about her. Maybe the same thing that had kept him from proposing to Agnese.

Nina was standing near the table, pouring her usual awful amount of honey in her steaming cup of tea. Leaning against the doorframe, Tommy allowed himself a moment to admire the way the white cotton of her nightgown brought out her tan skin and dark hair. She seemed off guard, but he knew she was aware of his presence. Once she was done, she gazed at him, and her fiery eyes shone in the dim light, pinning him right where he stood.

“I was thirsty,” he explained after a moment of hesitation, walking further into the room.

Without saying a word, Nina took a glass from one of the cabinets and poured water in it. When she handed it to him, her fingers brushed against his, and shivers of electricity raced across his skin. With the proximity, he was engulfed by the scent of lavender and honey that had been plaguing him in his sleep, making him long for something he could never have.

He would never feel anything like that with Agnese.

Nina took a few steps back, breaking the bubble that formed every time they were close to each other. Tommy tightened his grip around the glass for a second, then placed it on the table. He didn’t need to pretend it hadn’t been just an excuse to see her. He searched for something to say, but Nina beat him to it, and what she said next felt like a stab through his chest.

“You should propose to Agnese.”

She wasn’t even looking at him. She was cold, distant, almost like the day they had met. Taken aback by her sudden statement, Tommy blinked, hoping he had misheard. “What?”

“You’ve been courting her long enough,” she said bitterly.

Nina’s words aroused a certain anger in Tommy, the same anger he felt every time he sensed that his hand was being forced. But it wasn’t just anger, there was something else with that. “It’s not your place to decide-”

“It is my fucking place,” she snapped, finally turning to look at him. “This is my family. And the more we wait, the more we give Sabini the time to act against us.”

Tommy’s expression changed, and all the annoyance she had read moments before on his face gave way to something else. He raised his eyebrows in a mocking way, taking a look around before shifting his gaze on her again. “So you’ve finally admitted it,” he he said, and the shadow of a smug smirk appeared on his face.

“Admitted what?” She seethed.

“That your family needs my family.”

Nina snorted, fighting the urge to slap the smugness out of his face. Even in a serious situation, he couldn’t resist looking for a way to get under her skin.

“That’s not the point,” she argued, averting her eyes from his. “The point is - it’s time to get this over with.” The more she spoke, the harder it became to keep her voice steady, but she did it nonetheless, attempting to sound as convincing as she could. Maybe she’d end up convincing herself as well. “And this…thing that we’re doing,” she paused, the words burning in her throat as she uttered them. “It has to stop.”

Something flashed across Tommy’s features, and Nina instantly regretted addressing the topic. A strange tension fell into the room as his face became serious again.

“This thing,” he emphasised, as if pondering her words. The way his deep voice echoed in the silence of the room awakened something inside her, and heat crept up cheeks. “Tell me,” he squinted his eyes, starting to walk in her direction with slow, measured steps. “What is it that we’re doing?”

The breath hitched in her throat, but Nina stood still in her place, forcing herself to bear his gaze. “Nothing.”

“Nothing,” he repeated, nodding to himself. He took another step forward, looking down at her with a hint of challenge in his eyes, almost daring her to deny what was right in front of them one more time. She was now trapped between his body and the table, and the closeness alone was enough to make his nerves tingle.

“Tommy, please,” she whispered.

God, had she ever called him by his name before? The way it rolled off her lips, along with her intoxicating scent and the feeling of her warm body - too close to ignore it but still too far away to feel it completely - threatened to destroy the last shred of his self-control. It was hanging by a thread, a thread that was about to snap at any given moment.

He tucked an unruly strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, then his large hand travelled down the side of her neck, his thumb gently rubbing against the delicate skin of her throat. She quivered almost imperceptibly, and her eyes lit up in a way that ignited his whole being. And the thread did snap. His hand went to grab the nape of her neck, and he crashed his lips against hers in a desperate, almost harsh kiss.

But it didn’t take Tommy more than a few seconds to regain control of his instincts. He pulled away, sucking in a sharp breath as he was hit by the realisation of what he had just done. His jaw twitched when his gaze met Nina’s wide eyes, and an overwhelming sense of guilt - way more powerful than the one he had felt that morning - started to weigh on his conscience. Then, as if the contact of their skin had burned him, he let his hand fall and took a step back. He tried to utter an apology, but no sound came out of his mouth. For an amount of time that seemed to stretch into eternity, neither of them did anything, and the possibility of having scared her only added to Tommy’s feeling of guilt. But a second glance was enough to realise it wasn’t fear that was painted on Nina’s face. Before he had the chance to say something, she closed the distance between them, grabbing his face to pull him in for another kiss. After the initial surprise, he was quick to wrap his arms around her, bringing her closer, eager to feel every inch of her body pressing against him. Her soft mouth moved against his tenderly, with a bit of hesitation that made his head spin. Their tongues danced together as he took control of the kiss, and he felt like he could melt right there in her arms. And as much as he wanted to restrain himself, to handle her more delicately, he couldn’t. He had waited far too long.

Tommy’s scent invaded Nina’s nostrils, clouding her senses, and she feared her knees might give out as he kissed her like a man starved. It was passionate, sensual, and lit a fire inside her she had never felt before. And despite everything, it felt right. Nothing had ever felt so right like the feeling of his strong frame against her.

But it wasn’t right. In a moment of clarity, Nina reluctantly broke their kiss, her lips still brushing against Tommy’s. Catching her breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to quieten the turmoil inside for her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

With great gentleness, Tommy grabbed her chin, raising her face so that she would look at him. “I’m not.”

NEXT PART

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hyperfixiation-station · 6 months

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Lighter

Summary: You and Ghost are on a mission and you take a bullet for him. With evac too far out and next to 0 medical supplies, the only way to keep you alive is to cauterize the wound.

TW: Blood, graphic depictions of injuries, angst

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You had been shot, the bullet lodging itself in your hip, just barely nicking your artery. You were headed back to the extraction point, mission completed, when something rammed into your left hip, sending you stumbling back. The white-hot pain came a second later.

Ghost dragged you to cover, cursing your stupidity the whole way. He tore your shirt off, using one hand to stem the bleeding while the other fumbled with the med kit. Now, you were propped up against a wall, pale and shaking as Ghost labored in vain to stop the bleeding, pressing gauze into the wound, then replacing it ten seconds later in a never-ending cycle.

"I don't think gauze is going to stop the bleeding." You wheeze, breath ragged. Your eyes flick to the growing pile of red-soaked cloth, then to your blood-slicked skin, then to Ghost’s masked face.

"No... No, it won't. But it buys us time." Ghost murmurs as he applies more pressure. One hand comes up to his shoulder and he clicks the radio.

"We need a medevac to our location. ASAP." You shake your head, knowing that they won’t get to you before you bleed out. Your eyes flick down to your belt, where a lighter sits, and you get a terrible, horrible, possibly-only-option idea.

"I have...a lighter..." You rasp out before you can change your mind.

"You want to cauterize it?!" Ghost asks you incredulously. "You’re fuckin’ insane."

"It's better...than bleeding...to death" You gasp, eyes fluttering.

Ghost hesitates, the thought of causing you such intense pain making him wince. "You're right... but, bloody hell…I can't do it. I can't hurt you."

"Do...you want...me to die?" You wheeze, smiling weakly at him.

"No... No, I..." Ghost bites his lip and closes his eyes, visibly trying to find the strength to do this. He gently pulls your jacket off, folding and tying it around your mouth, shoving the cloth in between your teeth so you don’t bite your tongue off.

He hesitantly pulls the lighter from your pocket, flicking it on. He straddles you, holding you in place with his thighs as he brings the flame to your wound.

“You ready?" he asks softly. You nod shakily, and Ghost hesitantly lights the flame. As he brings the lighter closer, the heat sears your skin. You scream against the gag and try to escape the source of pain, body involuntary jerking away from it. Your skin and blood bubbles, quickly sealing the wound shut.

Your body seizes, your screams muffled by the gag. Ghost lets go of the lighter, certain that the bleeding has stopped, but he doesn’t get off of you. He holds you in place as your body jerks involuntarily, wiping tears from your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, "I'm sorry...I’m so sorry." Ghost winces and places his hands over the burn, trying to apply pressure and dull the pain as much as he can. He brushes your hair from your face, frowning at how clammy and pale your skin is. He places his fingers against your neck, feeling for your pulse. Your breath comes in ragged, rapid gasps, and your pulse is quick and thready.

He finally gets off, his hands deftly tape gauze over the burn, protecting it from the elements.

You let out a ragged sob, curling up around your injury, pain radiating through your body. A weight is placed over your body and distantly you recognize that Ghost put his jacket over you. You float away, the only tether to your body being his hand on your shoulder. I don't think seeing my own body is a good thing you think, but it's a passing thought, not concerning you. From above, you watch him tap your cheek, trying to get you to wake up. But you just stare at him with unfocused eyes, trembling.

“C’mon Y/N.” He says, gently tapping your face. He looks at your unresponsive form worriedly.

"Fuck." He moves your body, positioning it so that your legs are slightly elevated, resting on his lap.

“Soap,” He calls into the radio, “You’ll have to come to us. She’s gone into shock.”

"Fuck. Alright, we’re three minutes out, Lt." His voice is distorted and staticky, “we’re going as fast as we can.”

Ghost nods, though Soap can’t see him. He looks at your pale, ashen face and prays to a god he doesn't believe in that you’ll make it to tomorrow.

The next three minutes pass agonizingly slow. Every time your breath hitches he fears it's your last. His heart hurts at the pain etched on your unconscious face, and he rests his hand on your thigh, hoping to provide some comfort.

The sound of an approaching helicopter grows louder, and Ghost’s could almost cry in relief.

Dust and debris blow around as the helicopter hovers, ropes dropping down from above. A medic drops down, followed by Soap, and they help Ghost load you onto a stretcher, securing you and letting you be pulled up before following.

“Hang in there Little Bird.” Soap says, placing an oxygen mask over your face. The medic tucks a shock blanket around you and takes your blood pressure, unable to do much else with limited supplies.

“You alright Lt?” He asks Ghost, checking over to make sure he isn’t injured either.

“Fine.” He snaps, pausing to take a deep breath before continuing in a softer tone, “They took the bullet for me.” Soap nods in understanding, looking at your limp form before looking back to Ghost.

“They’ll be okay.” He pauses as the helicopter hits turbulence, steadying your stretcher with his hand, “They’re one of the toughest people I know.”

Your eyes flutter open several minutes later, vision hazy, ears ringing, and head spinning. There’s people talking to you, at least, you think there are, but the voices are quiet and distorted. The last thing you see before being pulled back under is Ghost, standing above you.

Ghost sits in the waiting room, still dressed in his blood-soaked clothes. He sits in the hard plastic chair, not moving an inch for the entire 4 hours the doctors have you in surgery.

Soap and Price sit with him in silence for the first couple of hours, but are called away before you get out of surgery. Ghost doesn't even acknowledge them as they leave, eyes fixated on the OR doors had been rushed through.

The second the door to the OR swings open Ghost is up, towering over the surgeon who came out to deliver the news.

"How are they?" He asks harshly.

"They, um, lost 1.2 liters of, um, blood, and their, um, left hip bone was, um shattered. A bone fragment, um, broke off and ripped through some important bits, causing some, um, internal bleeding. They are, um, stable now, but they did, um, flatline 3, um, 3 times on the table." The nurse stutters out.

"Are they awake?"

"Um, no sir, um they are, um, in a coma, we're not, um, we don't know when, um, when they are, um, going to wake up, um, of they, um, wake up." The nurse, who couldn't be older than 20 says timidly, "if they can, um, make it through the, um, night then we-we believe they'll pull through."

"Can I see them?" Ghost asks, voice marginally softer.

He's led to a bed in the ICU, where you lay pale and lifeless. There's a tube down your throat, tubes in your arms, and wires crisscrossing everywhere. He sits down, tentatively grabbing your limp hand, careful to avoid pulling your IV out.

His eyes unfocus as he stares at your limp form, your blood-curdling screams echoing in his ears. The guilt he feels at the fact that you got shot protecting him, that he caused you pain, makes him physically sick. He didn't deserve to be saved, and he definitely didn't deserve to be sitting in your room, holding your hand.

The atmosphere of the ICU did not help with Ghost's silent existential crisis. The constant beeping, the lighting, the moans and groans, the ever-constant presence of the nurse were all succeeding in putting his nerves even more on edge.

He tenses as the monitor by your bed starts beeping wildly, lights flashing. Medics rush in, shoving Ghost to this side as they check your body.

"-pressure is dropping!"

"-oxygen to their-"

"-failing. Need to-"

"-already had one!"

A nurse grabs Ghost by the arm, marching him out of the ICU and pushing him into a chair in the hallway.

"You just wait right here, sugar. I'm gonna go get you a glass o' water while they try to save your sweetheart, okay?" She says gently.

His hands shake, barely, as he takes the cup, his eyes trained on the window of the ICU, through which he can see multiple medical professionals surrounding you.

Please, he begs silently, I need to apologize. Please hold on for me. He knows it is selfish and he feels disgusting for even thinking it, but he doesn't know what he'd do if he never got to tell how sorry he was he hurt you. Please.

Pt.2?

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #angst #writing #live laugh love angst #no beta we die like men

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mangowafflesss · 8 months

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How do you think Price would react if the reader was apart of 141 and admitted to being in love with Price, and planned on leaving 141 because the reader feels compromised cause of it?

I literally have no idea what I just wrote 😭 but I’m frustrated and tired so here just TAKE IT!

Laying on the ground you couldn't help but sigh as you thought about the disaster of a mission you just came back from. A freshly sewn bullet hole marked your shoulder as you thought about what you had done.

You had promised yourself that this little crush you had on your Captain wouldn't get in the way of your work but here you are in pain as the memory of you pushing him out of the way replayed in your mind.

Your stomach was jumping around as you ran towards him and saved him from getting shot by the enemy. You knew you let your feelings get in the way, he was supposed to be shot and you were supposed to stand by and let it happen.

But you just couldn’t.

“Argh, why am I such an idiot” you say to Gaz as he lay beside you.

“It’s not your fault you’re in love” he simply states and you turn your head to the side and stare at his side profile.

You’re in love.

With your Captain…

This was bad, so very bad on many levels. You’re going to do something more stupid than today and that’ll be it. Kicked off the team, be yelled at by superiors on why you acted so dumb. And you’ll have to tell them it’s because you can’t control your thoughts and feelings about your Captain.

“I have to go”

“Huh?” Gaz looks at you confused wondering if he heard you right.

You were sitting up now with your head in your hands, your shoulder was killing you but so was the feelings you had for Price.

“I should leave, transfer to another place” you didn’t want to, but you didn’t want to put everyone in harms way especially Price.

“And why is that?” You freeze still as you hear the same familiar voice you’ve wanted to avoid ever since getting your shoulder checked out. Gaz had already stood and left which made you want to die.

You didn’t move off the floor and instead stayed there staring at the ceiling. You continued to do that in silence until the plain white sky was replaced with the handsome face of John.

“You didn’t answer my question” he didn’t sound commanding but you could hear it underneath the layer of the niceness.

You patted the floor beside you with a sigh and he obliged. His back was flat against the hard floor and he looked up at the uninteresting ceiling.

“I’m a danger to the team if I continue going on like this. I can’t keep being unprofessional” you say without any direction of where you’re going. Price hums and interlocks his hands over his chest.

“Today when I pushed you out of the way. That was me not thinking of the danger, I just wanted you to get out of that situation that I was willing to disregard my own health and that’s why I should transfer to another squad or different country entirely” you rambled to the ceiling as if he wasn’t even next to you right now. You heard the light rumble of laugher and turned your head to the side.

“I think that’s a little drastic and I can tell that’s not the entire truth. So tell me. What’s the real reason you want to leave” he was facing you now and you felt your whole heart skip when you looked into his eyes.

“Promise you won’t think anything different of me”

“Of course” he holds out his finger and you interlock your pinky and suck in a deep breath.

“I’m in love with you. I understand if you want me to leave and I agree with whatever you decide” you blurt out to him and his eyes drop to your shoulder and everything seems to click together in his mind.

Your body was screaming for you to run but you couldn’t move, this situation terrified you but you needed to stay and figure out what is going to happen.

He gave you a smile which confused you and then he sat up. “Well I wouldn’t want you to leave that would be a terrible idea but if you feel as if you really need to then I’m not stopping you” there was a glimmer of sadness in his eyes as he said those words but this was serious. You couldn’t be a danger no more.

“I should leave, before I change my mind and screw a lot of things up” you say and he simply nods and reaches a hand out. You grab onto it and he grabs you so you’re sitting up straight. He brings you into a hug and you feel as if he’s making this worse for you.

“You will always be one of my best, come back to me soon yeah?”

You were getting so many different signals from his words but the hug quickly ended and he left you all alone.

#captain john price x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #john price

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cheegu3 · 7 months

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Enhypen - the glory (part 9)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, sexual joke,

genre; yandere

wc; 4.9k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; sorry for the wait again, I have the ending planned so I’m thinking around 2-3 or 3-4 more chapters which will be a bit more lengthy - as always thank u for ur support and love <333 love uuu

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It was like time stopped. You and Soobin both grew pale, mouths hanging open in pure shock. It was hard to wrap your head around what he had actually said.

Jungwon, a murderer? Sure, he was cold, sadistic, and harsh, but - a murderer? He must’ve been a child when that happened. Without meaning to, your thoughts showed through a scowl on your face, causing Yeonjun to shoot daggers at you.

‘’ You don’t believe me? ‘’

You felt torn. Wanting to say yes but not feeling it to be true 100% yet. The logical side of your brain was screaming at you to find proof of it; maybe he thought wrong, maybe he had a personal vendetta against him that wasn’t at all connected to Jungwon murdering his friend.

When looking at Soobin, you realized he felt the same thing as you. Neither of you had met a murderer or witnessed a murder. It felt a bit too crazy for your small world. Yeonjun must’ve noticed you looking at his brother as his eyes shifted to him now as well. He probably saw the same expression on your face mirrored on Soobin’s face because he backed away looking even more offended and hurt than before.

‘’ Not even you believe me? ‘’

Soobin struggled to get his words out, ‘’ No, we- we believe you- ‘’ Yeonjun turned on his heel, catching him off guard. ‘’ Wait! ‘’

He didn’t turn back to him, he just walked out of the alley. The last thing Soobin managed to shout at him before he disappeared around the corner of the building was, ‘’ It’s just a lot to take in, ‘’ earning a tired scoff from Yeonjun.

When it was just the two of you, silence fell over you like a veil. It was obvious that you both were deep in thought and troubled over the same thing. Minutes passed, during which you spent going back and forth inside your head.

You remembered the coldness you felt, the silent fear the others seemed to have of him, and the sadistic smirks he’d wear on his face when he was torturing you. But, most notably were his eyes. Sharp, at times carrying many different emotions; most commonly, however, rage and emptiness. Amusement in pain but unfazed in happiness.

If anyone out of the group was capable of murder it would be him, that much you knew. So maybe it was true after all no matter how hard it was to digest. You started to feel some guilt due to how it came off to Yeonjun, so you hurried to say something.

‘’ What do we do now? ‘’

‘’ You believe him, right? ‘’

You took some time to answer which made Soobin smile knowingly. It seemed that over the last few seconds, he too had snapped out of the trance; he looked a lot more confident, no longer pondering distraughtly.

‘’ We could just double-check they went to the same school before. ‘’

Soobin agreed, sending Yeonjun a quick text. A weird feeling washed over you while you were standing there and looking over his shoulder. Your skin felt like it was crawling, and the hairs on your neck raised.

‘’ Soobin? ‘’ your voice came out in a terrified whisper making his eyes widen.

‘’ What’s wrong? ‘’

‘’ Is someone watching us? ‘’

Surprise replaced his worried expression, ‘’ What do you mean? ‘’

When a few seconds had passed and he could tell you were still serious, he chivalrously was the one who dared to look around despite his heart beating faster in dread. You noticed his head had stopped turning, and you allowed your eyes to follow where he was looking; it was the staircase.

Jungwon was staring right at Soobin, gaze diverting to you when he noticed you were looking too. A small smile tugged at his lips, and then he walked out of your sight causing both you and Soobin to scramble to look around the wall - but, nothing. He had disappeared similarly to Yeonjun, leaving you and Soobin feeling just as puzzled.

*******

You decided to go home, feeling like you needed some space to think about your next course of action, as well as what to say to Yeonjun. Soobin had expressed concerns of him acting out impulsively, blinded by rage since he had finally found the person he’d been looking for, for years.

He said he would go check on his older brother and send you updates. Without Yeonjun, the plan would probably be paused for some time until he felt a bit better or you and Soobin came up with a plan on your own. Thankfully the small break gave you some room to relax for the first time in a long time.

Your dad barely reacted when you came home. He hadn’t even sent a text asking what time you would be there after school. His eyes were glued to the bright screen in the darkness like usual, giving a short ‘ hey ‘ when he heard your movements.

You didn’t respond, unsure if he would even notice if you did or not. But he did and it caused his tired head to look up, a sad expression forming on his face as he realized he had once again lost track of time.

The door to your bedroom was slammed unintentionally due to your pent-up anger and frustrations from the long day. You laid down, muscles relaxing under the softness of the bed.

After barely a few minutes of serene quietness, the phone started ringing loudly. You groaned, rolled over, and then picked it up.

‘’ Soobin? ‘’

‘’ Hey, did I disturb you? ‘’

‘’ It’s okay, what’s up? ‘’

‘’ Yeonjun won’t come out of his room so I’m not really sure what to do. He didn’t respond to me either, except for sliding a photo under the door. Y/n…he really went to the same school as Jungwon. It was a class photo. ‘’

You hummed, ‘’ I thought so. If he transferred schools years before I got there, it would’ve been impossible for me to have known that. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, I guess that’s true. ‘’

‘’ Anything else? ‘’

‘’ He sent me some of the files and it has a lot of evidence on it. Mostly texts between employees, there are about a thousand more he has to go through. Some had videos and photos though, of employees being beaten by the boss and higher-ups of the company.‘’

‘’ Holy shit, ‘’ you bit your lip to stop your volume from getting too loud in a moment of excitement, ‘’ Do you think this is enough? ‘’

‘’ Maybe. But we never know what kind of lawyers they have. They could claim it’s A.I or deepfake and not real at all. ‘’

‘’ As long as we try it’s okay. Then we know we have tried everything.‘’

‘’ Of course. You might find some things at Jay’s house too. ‘’

‘’ Jay’s house? ‘’ your forehead furrowed in confusion, you didn’t remember him mentioning anything about that before.

‘’ I have a…spontaneous plan. Wanna come over? ‘’

*******

‘’ It’s a long shot, ‘’ you hesitantly said.

‘’ Better to try than not trying at all. ‘’

A small smile shot to your lips, ‘’ Wow, look at you becoming so wise.‘’

He blushed and whined at the teasing, hiding his face in his hands which made him look adorable in your eyes; a small laugh slipped out of you. He waved with one hand, gesturing to the phone.

‘’ Okay, okay I will text him. ‘’

5:36 pm

You: Hey, can I come over?

You and Soobin both looked at each other after you sent the first text, thinking of the same thing - it was too vague and might make him text the other guys immediately. Soobin hurried to take the phone from you, becoming serious again.

You: I feel more comfortable around you than the others, they’re a lot meaner, I think you’re a bit nicer to me :)

‘’ Is that good enough? ‘’

‘’ If he’s selfish and I guess…horny? ‘’

You gasped, ‘’ Soobin! ‘’

‘’ What? He’s a guy after all…’’ he trailed off, quickly speeding up when his ears started to turn red this time. ‘’ He’d probably happily take the chance to be alone with you. Especially given how strict Jungwon seems to be with them. ‘’

You nodded. That seemed pretty plausible. If Jungwon was always adamant they never met up or acted alone with you in fear of the group collapsing due to jealousy and conflict, that was a very smart way to make sure just that would happen.

Everyone is more vulnerable alone after all.

5:37 pm

Jay: Why, is something wrong?

You took the phone back but glanced at Soobin, wanting to get advice on what to write. As you started typing, he looked at you reassuringly so you sent it.

You: I just feel really sad and depressed, my mom has been in the hospital for so long. I don’t know what to do. Maybe I need to vent a bit. I know it’s stupid, but I really don’t have anyone else. Is it okay if I come over?

‘’ If he says yes to that, then he’s a lot more stupid than I thought. ‘’

Soobin smiled somberly to himself, ‘’ Or he’s just a man who is in love. ‘’

You shook your body jokingly as if you felt a physical sensation like goosebumps at that thought.

‘’ I get that. ‘’

‘’ You do? ‘’

He nodded and his mouth opened but then closed again as he wasn’t sure what to say. Now it was your turn for your face to heat up, you cleared your throat and turned your head discreetly away from him. Soobin didn’t notice, he was too busy beating himself up over not being able to say what he wanted to.

Jay: Okay, you can come over for a bit. I’ll send you my address.

‘’ Yes! ‘’ you threw up a balled fist and cheered victoriously.

‘’ It worked? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, thank god. I don’t know how else we would’ve gotten the proof. ‘’

Soobin chuckled, ‘’ Well you’re not sure if you are going to get that far yet. Don’t get ahead of yourself. ‘’

‘’ Oh, right. Well, I feel optimistic though. ‘’

When you looked at him for a long time in silence with a smile, he raised his eyebrows playfully, ‘’ Because of me? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, you just never seem to give up on me. Because of you being around, I know I won’t lose myself. ‘’

‘’ So you trust me again, fully? ‘’

You nodded without hesitation.

‘’ You know this. I don’t think you could make me change my mind again. You have proved yourself and helped me many, many times. ‘’

A genuine grin flashed across his face, ‘’ You better get going then, we have a plan to follow.‘’

*******

On the way to Jay’s house, something unexpected happened. The taxi driver let you off somewhere near Jungwon’s house, telling you he wasn’t allowed to go further up the hill due to the status of the man living there.

When you started walking the long and tiresome walk up - as you passed by the familiar mansion a girl kicked the door open and began coming towards you. You were about to start running in fear until you saw that it was Yena.

‘’ Yena? ‘’

You went up to the iron bars and tried tugging on the gate, but it was locked.

‘’ I can’t get out. They’ve locked me in here. ‘’

‘’ What? Why would they do that? ‘’

She hesitated for a moment, turning her head back a few times to make sure no one had followed her out there.

‘’ They found out I’m helping you. ‘’

‘’ I’ll get you out! ‘’

‘’ If Jungwon sees you here he might take the opportunity to lock you in here too. ‘’

You listened to what she said and decided texting Soobin to help might be the smartest plan of action here. Jay was already waiting for you to come to his house and might get suspicious if it took you too long.

While taking out the phone and sending a text to Soobin, Yena watched you in silence. Unknown to you, she was having an internal conflict about whether to tell you the full truth or not. She wasn’t sure how to tell you in a way that would make you give the reaction she wanted - because even if she said it as well as she could, there was still no way to tell how you would react.

All she knew was that she couldn’t stand another minute inside that place. The horror-like images flashed inside her head, causing her to feel stress flare up.

‘’ I’ll be back soon, I promise. I’m going to Jay’s house but it won’t be for long. Soobin’s picking me up and then we can all leave, ‘’ you started backing away from the fence, just as a text from Jay came through asking where you were.

‘’ No! Please, you can’t leave me here! ‘’ she wailed.

The sudden switch made you confused. She had been pretty okay just a moment before.

‘’ Yena, what’s going on? ‘’

She didn’t answer, it instead made her more hysteric. Her eyes widened, to the point you could see much of the whites in them; but in her panicked state there was still begging there, desperation and fear.

The phone you were holding started ringing, and like Yena you felt panicked. In a moment, you made up your mind to leave, otherwise, it could worsen the situation for the both of you - you’d come back later for her, you promised her after all.

You answered the phone, ‘’ Yes. I’m just walking up the hill, ‘’ and turned your back on her.

Yena screamed louder, with all of the energy she had left in her. The pain in her voice sounded so raw, it forced you to close your eyes so you could gather yourself. You knew that she was just acting that way because she was scared, she wasn’t being very rational. It didn’t matter if you saved her then or came back a little later. You doubted they would kill her in that short time span, or hurt her very badly too.

‘’ Please…’’ her voice trailed off, the sobs turning into hiccups.

You turned, feeling too bad to leave her there now. But you ended up turning back almost as quickly again and ran up the hill. Yena’s crying had made someone come out of the front door and they were approaching the gate with hasty steps.

‘’ I’ll be back, ‘’ you shouted over your shoulder.

With great determination, you made it up the steep hill after running and found yourself outside the gates of the largest house you had ever seen. It was the house furthest away from the others and at the very top.

Although Jungwon’s house was big, it was nothing in comparison to this, a house fit for a mayor and businessman. You felt slightly intimidated by its size, even more so when spotting all the guards both on the other side of the gate and outside it.

The ones closest started moving towards you. You were scared that Jay hadn’t told them you were coming so they’d arrest you, labeling you as some crazy fan or weird journalist. But when they stood right in front of you, they stopped.

‘’ Miss, y/n? ‘’

‘’ Yes, ‘’ you hesitantly said.

He said something through the in-ear he had in before he and the others walked behind you. The gates opened, not even a single squeak from them.

You looked back since you felt a bit awkward and the guards gestured for you to go in so while starting to walk, you took the time to look at everything. It was embarrassing to admit you were in awe, and when small gasps left your mouth you prayed that Jay wasn’t close enough to witness your childlike fascination at a rich person’s house. If he did, he would definitely tease you for it.

‘’ Y/n, ‘’ you tensed up.

Looking around, you quickly noticed he was standing on the balcony right above where you were. When your eyes met, he smiled and then disappeared, appearing through the French doors below in under a minute.

‘’ You can leave us, ‘’ he said to the guards who looked hesitant before eventually retreating somewhere behind you.

‘’ Let’s go, ‘’ Jay said.

He didn’t wait for you to follow him, so you had to hurry to keep up to not get lost in the big house. You went up the same staircase he had likely come down from, but didn’t go into the same room. He kept walking down the corridor all the way to the end where a big round room was.

‘’ Is this your room? ‘’

‘’ Yeah. Do you like it? ‘’

It was a big room with round windows on the wall furthest away facing the courtyard you had seen when coming in through the gates. A big bed was in the middle and the room was very clean, you could tell almost immediately that a wealthy person lived there.

He laid down on the bed, propping his chin up with his outstretched arm, and watched you as you walked around the room. You had no idea how you’d play this off, it was decided on short notice because Soobin believed you should still continue acting quickly despite missing Yeonjun by your side.

He reasoned that they seemed to have put their guard down around you, which is something you have told him before as well. So if you were to get caught, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as it would’ve been a few weeks or months ago.

You almost slipped up when Jay moved and tapped the bed, gesturing for you to come over. You were very close to forgetting the reason you told him you were there and cursing at him. Thankfully you caught yourself just in time, but walking over to him still took some force.

You had to turn your head when you felt him moving around you so you two were spooning, not wanting to risk any true feelings appearing on your face and be visible to him.

‘’ How are you doing? ‘’

He didn’t sound as soft, gentle, or empathetic as someone like Sunoo or even Jake would’ve, so you weren’t sure why he had agreed to do this. He wasn’t the most affectionate out of the group, or the kindest - but didn’t react when you had called him that in your text?

‘’ A bit better now. ‘’

‘’ You couldn’t call Soobin? ‘’

Jay chuckled when he felt your body stiffen.

‘’ All I meant is that you’re- what do I call you…friends? ‘’

You gulped down the weird anxiety you suddenly got from being asked about Soobin. Hoping he wasn’t angry, you quietly responded, ‘’ Yeah, friends. ‘’

His body vibrated as a low hum sounded from his throat. He didn’t sound very convinced. You wondered why he brought him up at all.

‘’ Thank you for doing this, I needed it, ‘’ you attempted to shift the conversation in another direction.

‘’ Always happy to, ‘’ he ominously mumbled into the crook of your neck.

You were pressed closer to him, and he sighed contentedly as his eyelids were getting heavier just by you being close. You noticed this by the way he slowly relaxed, his head drooping into your hair.

Carefully you slid out of his hold, thinking it was a lot easier than what you had expected. Originally you were just going to say you had to go to the bathroom, but now - if he didn’t wake up, he maybe wouldn’t even have noticed you were gone at all.

It took a great deal of concentration to tiptoe soundlessly over the floor and then close the door behind you. Being so scared that it would make a noise, you opted for leaving it half-open before continuing down the hallway.

It was deadly quiet, amplifying your heart beating wildly. When you peeked around the corner and didn’t see anyone you continued tiptoeing to the closest door, it was a bedroom so you closed it again. Turning around and seeing about a dozen identical rooms you decided none of them were likely to be an office.

So you were forced to leave the corridor of safety where you knew no danger was lurking; instead walking down the stairs while crouched so you could make sure no guards were watching.

Then you sprinted towards the other side where a small corridor led into a large kitchen. No one was there either, you suspected it was because the dad was in the city and the mom was probably out working too. Or rather, you hoped that was the case as you ventured through the kitchen.

You made it safely through that too, finding yourself in the living room now, a very open space with many windows facing the courtyard. Not wanting to risk getting caught you kept walking. Most of the guards were stationed by the gate as they had been before, but some stood near the doors with their backs turned. Any unusual movements or noises and you could bet their necks would be snapping around.

Because of that, you would hide at the slightest of indicator that one of them might look into the house. First, you hid behind the walls, but the closer you got to a large room that had an unusual door behind it, the fewer places you had to hide.

The door you had seen that caught your attention from far away, was a large oak door with some letters engraved on it. A small round staircase led up to it, making it stand out clearly against everything else around.

It was deserted around the door too, but you felt scared that there was a small possibility the mayor was inside. Maybe he hadn’t gone to his office in the city on this particular day. If you knew your luck, that would be the case.

Step by step you made your way there anyway since you had made it thus far. When you stood right outside, you took a quick look around again before pressing the door handle down and going inside. Darkness surrounded you immediately.

You let your fingers trace the wall for a light switch but decided not to press it, in fear of it alerting anyone to your position. Your phone was taken out instead, the light from it only making the atmosphere creepier than it already was.

Bookshelves seemed to cover almost every single space the light shone on. It made you a little overwhelmed. The smartest move would probably be to check the desk. Nearing it, you realized there was a chance it was locked.

Just like you thought; the drawers at the old Victorian desk at the front had keyholes in them and they remained closed when you tried tugging on them.

When you gave up on the locked drawers, you instead walked to the bookshelves that were the closest; and you swear your heart stopped. The sound of footsteps just outside the door made you freeze in place, unable to move any limbs.

As the door swung open you were found like that. Cursing yourself for not snapping out of it and hiding in time, you tried to crawl under the desk even though it was way too late. You squinted, taking some time to get used to the bright lighting shining into the room.

‘’ What are you doing? ‘’

A chill ran down your spine at the sound of the familiar voice. Footsteps started again and stopped right at the desk. The shoes of Jay came into your view. He crouched down slowly and sighed, tilting his head and making you feel embarrassed - he was kind of looking at you like a disappointed father who had discovered you playing where you weren’t supposed to.

His hand caressed your cheek, he could tell you had started trembling out of fear of what he might do to you. Perfectly calm, he very smoothly pulled on your leg and managed to drag you out almost entirely from under the desk.

‘’ Get up. ‘’

‘’ W-where are you taking me? ‘’ you said, licking your dry and bloody lips.

Jay ticked his tongue and lowered his head, looking up at you through his bangs. You could tell his patience which had been there just a few seconds ago was running out by his narrowed eyes glaring up at you, so you scrambled to your feet.

You watched curiously as he went to the bookshelf and unlocked the compartment at the bottom that you hadn’t even noticed. He had a few folders in his hands when he faced you again.

‘’ Were you looking for these? ‘’

‘’ I- no. ‘’

An amused smile ghosted over his lips, ‘’ I think you were. ‘’

‘’ No, ‘’ you mumbled.

‘’ Do you want it? ‘’

‘’ No. ‘’

‘’ No? ‘’ he raised one of his eyebrows, ‘’ You can have it, all yours. ‘’

You stared at him in bewilderment. What was he talking about? Was he just trying to taunt you? The failed attempt being thrown in your face was incredibly uncomfortable, you twisted in your spot on the floor, avoiding his hawk-like eyes watching your every move - predicting your next move and relishing in your pain.

‘’ Why? ‘’ your genuinely shocked voice finally made him give into the smile that had wanted to spread for a long time. He was always right.

‘’ I’m just being nice. ‘’

‘’ No catch? ‘’

He nodded, pursing his lips.

‘’ No catch. ‘’

‘’ Liar, there’s always a catch. ‘’

‘’ Are you going to take it or not? ‘’

‘’ I don’t even know what it is, ‘’ you finally realized.

‘’ Everything you need is in there. ‘’

‘’ So why are you giving it to me? ‘’

‘’ Because no matter how hard you try, ‘’ his smile turned sinister, ‘’ you will never be able to do anything with it. ‘’

*******

6:15 pm

You: Soobin, I have the files. Please come pick me up.

Cousin: okay

Cousin: I’ll be there soon, stand in a place where they can’t see you

You did as you were told, pushing back into the big bushes that covered the hill up to Jay’s house. It was uncomfortable; not only itchy, but the branches were spiky and would be sure to leave traces behind afterward given that they were digging into your skin.

Jungwon’s house was near, you could see the gates if you turned your head. You did so out of curiosity in your boredom and restlessness of waiting for Soobin to come. Despite being meters away from the main gate you could still spot a phone lying in the grass. Yena was nowhere to be seen.

You weren’t sure why, but you felt like something was wrong. They could’ve done something to her if they had spotted her talking to you outside, even if you were almost certain not enough time would pass for that to happen. You bit your lip anxiously while you raked your brain on what to do - go over there and investigate or stay in the bush and wait for Soobin?

Soobin’s car came into view just as you had made a run for the gate, leaving your poor classmate looking back at you confusedly. He thought you were being chased, so in a moment of panic, he reversed to the gate and rolled down the window.

‘’ Y/n! Get in! ‘’

‘’ Hold on, ‘’ you said back, not ready to give up and go since you had gone through the trouble of fitting your hand through the bars now.

‘’ Oh, ‘’ he mumbled to himself, scratching the back of his neck.

You pushed your whole face against the bars and tried your hardest to reach the phone with your fingertips. When Soobin saw you struggling he came out of the car and tried as well. His arm was thicker but way longer; somehow he managed to squeeze through and just by a millimeter his fingers carefully nudged the phone closer.

You helped him pull out his arm which was red with marks, ‘’ We have to leave now. ‘’

One look at the phone was all you needed to know it wasn’t a good idea to stay there any longer. The longer you stayed, the higher the chances of them spotting you were.

‘’ What did you see? ‘’ Soobin asked in the car.

You cleared your throat, feeling a lump forming. It had been confusing, making you end up with more questions than answers.

‘’ It was a screenshot of a text between Sunghoon and Yena. ‘’

That piqued Soobin’s interest, he almost turned his whole head away from the steering wheel.

‘’ What? ‘’

You let out an exasperated sigh, looking out of the window, ‘’ It was Yena begging him to leave the group. ‘’

He couldn’t believe what you were saying, and neither could you really, ‘’ Why the hell was Yena talking to Sunghoon? ‘’

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#78

(part 1) (part 2)

tw: blood

The first thing the hero notices when they wake up is the agonising flare of pain in their side. It needles at their breaths, burning like there’s a naked flame jammed under their skin. Fucking hell, it can barely wait until they’re conscious.

Something of a pained whine pulls out from their throat before they can stop it. A hand drifts testily to their side to try and assess the damage–what caused it? How bad is it? Can they get back to the agency?—but a gentle hand over theirs stops them.

“Don’t touch it,” someone says, their voice luxuriously soft. “You don’t want to make it worse.”

The hero bursts upright—or tries to. The pain is excruciating before they’re even halfway up. Their breath falls out in agonised tatters, their hand instinctively clamped over the burn like it’ll help. The person next to them just sighs defeatedly.

The hero finally lets their gaze fall on the other person here. A tight black shirt, a mess of untidy hair on his head and the shadow of a beard scratching at his face. Sweet, deep brown eyes, watching, the ghost of a kind smile on his lips.

They’ve seen this man before. In the background, waiting in the shadows of the villain’s brash schemes. A small piece of something always bigger than him. Of everyone the hero has ever expected to look out for them in a moment like this, the person they expected the least was the villain’s henchman.

“I’ll need to change the bandage soon,” the henchman says casually. “I was kinda betting on you staying asleep until I’d done it.”

The hero can only stare at them for a moment, bewildered, before they turn their eyes down to the blood tearing across the bandage on their midriff. The bandage itself is huge, the crimson carving a near-perfect straight line through its centre. It does look three seconds away from giving the hero a nasty infection.

They turn their attention back up as the henchman goes about unravelling a roll of bandage, a pleasant, humming tune leaking from his mouth. Baffled doesn’t come close to the emotion wringing knots in the hero’s chest.

“You were there,” is all the hero can think to say. The henchman nods, the movement almost thoughtless.

“I was.” The bandage is cut with a swift flick of scissors. “[Villain]’s been developing some new weapons. Never seen you go down so hard, jeez.”

The hero watches as the henchman tips some labelless bottle over the fabric. “And now you’re…” The hero trails off, taking in the homely room around them for a clue. “… looking for ransom?”

Something of an unintentional snort bubbles out of the henchman. “Nah. I’m kinda… going against [Villain] by doing this.”

He shuffles his chair forwards to examine the well of blood on the hero’s side. It’s oddly intimate, being stared at this closely. He reaches a hand out to brush a hand against the bandage and the hero flinches in memory of the pain they already caused themself by waking up, but the henchman’s touch is delicate. His fingers leave trails of comfortable warmth in their wake.

“I’ve seen how you work. What you do,” he continues into the silence. His voice is low, like he’s admitting a secret. “It’s admirable. It’s why I felt inclined to help you.”

“And you’re saying this when you’re working with villains?”

Another short laugh springs out of the henchman’s mouth. “I know. I still stand by them—don’t arrest me for saying that—but… I don’t know. There’s something about you.”

“Maybe it’s my irresistible charm,” the hero suggests with exactly zero charm, and the henchman throws them a lopsided grin before ducking his head back down to his work.

Replacing the bandage is easy enough. The henchman’s touch is soft, flinching back at the smallest sign of pain. The pain is barely tolerable anyway, obviously—god, it fucking sucks—but… it’s nice. Being allowed to be in pain, and being allowed to rest when it hurts. Getting injured and not being expected to get back up. Having someone strive to make it hurt less.

The new bandage is cool against the burning agony in the hero’s side, and they sigh contentedly as the henchman carefully presses it against them. “You’ll need to stay a few days,” the henchman says with something of an apologetic grimace. “I don’t know what the rules are for your agency, but you can’t walk through the city like this looking like that.”

The hero glances down at the tatters of their hero’s uniform. If civilians in the city saw them like this, they might panic, might assume the worst, and then…

“Do you have any spare clothes?” they ask hopefully, and the henchman’s remorse slips into exasperation.

“I think you only heard half of that sentence.” He scrunches the old bandage up in his hands, like it’s nothing more than a paper ball he’s going to throw at his teacher. “You look terrible because you are terrible. You need some time to rest.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is the agency going to give you time to heal?”

The hero opens their mouth to retort—of course they will, they look out for us—but they close it immediately. They know that’s not true. The agency would barely let them in the front doors before turning them back out on a mission, bloodstains and all.

They haven’t said a word, but the henchman’s face breaks into an annoyingly smug smirk regardless. “Stay,” he demands as he gets to his feet, “for your own sake.”

He lets himself out with the promise that he’ll be back to change the bandages in a couple of hours. Make yourself at home, but only in bed, because the more you stand up the longer it’ll take to heal and the longer I’ll force you to stay here.

The hero adjusts against the pillows, hissing slightly at the twinge the movement jabs into their side. They don’t mind, honestly. They’re not entirely sure the henchman would have to force them to stay at all.

(next part)

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seichira · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please request an head canon of how Nagi and Reo from blue lock would react and take care of their girlfriend when she get her period. Thanks <3(Sorry for my English it’s not my first language).

PERIOD’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON ME — blue lock!

✺ featuring : seishiro nagi and mikage reo

✺ lumi’s note : hey, your wish is my command! blue lock is finally out so consider this as a celebratory gift! and also, your english is just fine so no need to apologize! here it goes, i hope you like it <3

NAGI SEISHIRO !

he does not always display signs of paying attention, and maybe he really doesn’t—but that’s not the case with you. apparently, when nagi seishiro is in love, he is the most attentive boyfriend who knows when you’re not feeling well and exactly what to do to make it all better.

as much as you would love to have your giant white-haired boyfriend’s kids running around the apartment you two share, you are simply aren’t ready. thus the sigh of relief you let out when your period arrived this morning.

however, this comes with a setback. whenever you get your period, it has the tendency to hurt, and i am not just talking about mild pains—it’s always full on dysmenorrhea that won’t allow you to get out of bed most of the time.

you called in sick, cleaned yourself up and wore the most comfortable clothes, then plopped yourself on the bed. before you even get to message your boyfriend to tell you how you are and ask about his morning at training, you fall asleep. you only wake up at the afternoon when your phone rings to your boyfriend’s call.

[ hello, baby? ] you say first.

[ you didn’t ask me about my morning. i just want to check in if everything’s okay ] nagi answers in a tone slightly different than his usual bored one. this time, he sounds concerned and you can easily imagine the pout he must have had waiting for your text.

you smile to yourself before speaking. [ i know, sei. i’m real sorry ‘bout that. it’s just… i was asleep all morning. i just woke up ]

his questions comes immediately. [ you didn’t go to university? didn’t you have classes today? is something wrong, love? ]

[ no, i’m not feeling really well. but how about you? is everything going okay in practice? try not to give isagi a headache, will you, my big baby? ]

[ tsk. answer my question with details! and for the record, i don’t give isagi headaches. it’s usually his fault. anyway, really, what’s wrong? ]

nagi closes his eyes when he hears your laugh from the other line, one that you can’t stop despite the weird feeling it gives your lower region.

[ i will tell you about it later, hm? i really need to rest, sei. see you later tonight when you get home ]

you don’t know why you’re surprised that not even an hour later, you have nagi seishiro at the edge of your bed, handling your body gently to make you face him. the pain on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, not to mention the tears at your eyes when you opened them to look up at him.

he looks godly like this. his hair is still wet, obviously leaving training right after taking a shower. he’s in a fresh sweater that would look huge on you and gray sweatpants that show just how long his legs are.

“s-sei? it’s… too early for you to be home,” you say weakly, trying not to trigger another painful surge of cramps that has you groaning.

nagi uses his hand to tuck away loose hair on your face to settle them behind your ears. he crouches down to kiss your forehead, and a hand travels down to your lower stomach to replace your hand placing pressure on it.

“you can’t expect me to stay in practice for another minute after knowing that you’re not feeling well. did you want anything? i failed to drop by the store ‘cause i was too worried.”

“n-no… you’re here. i’m okay. it just… hurts so much, sei. can’t believe i go through this every month—” you are cut off by your own whine when a painful cramp came.

nagi panics, and he sheds a tear when you wailed. he promises you he will be back as soon as he can after peppering your face with kisses. a few minutes later, he enters the room again with w glass of warm water in hand, medicine, and hot compress.

he helps you stick the hot compress to your lower tummy and makes you drink the painkiller. because frankly, seeing you in pain kills the giant boy.

“sei. sei… hurts.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know.”

the quivering of his lip is a telltale sign of how much this situation makes him upset. he knows he will never truly understand this kind of pain, but believe me, he wishes he could take it in your stead.

he situates his back to rest on the headboard before he pulls you to his lap so you can lay down on top of him. you do your best to straddle him, your chests facing together, and your face resting on his neck.

in this very comfortable position, he wraps his arm around you. its heaviness giving slow massages to your back soothes you, and you’re close to dozing off. he is huge, and that fact makes you feel even more safe and secure in his arms.

“better, baby?”

you nod against his neck, clinging your arms around him even tighter. “mhm, sei… thank you.”

he places a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad. you know i will do anything for you.”

MIKAGE REO !

your boyfriend loves to spoil you, wants you to have everything you ever want and need. however, when you’re on your period and something makes you upset, nothing seems to appease you. it leaves him confused, but one thing about mikage reo is that he will utilize all possible means to make sure you’re alright.

“can you see how we always seem to have it harder just because we’re born as women?! you men will never understand it! it sucks so bad!”

reo nods, which he usually does since he agrees with you even when you say that his lot is trash. he knows you’re not talking about him so why be defensive?

“i know, love.”

“and we have to carry the baby, too? i want kids! i want cute little children with your beautiful hair, but i don’t think i can survive that kind of pain!”

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, y/n. babies in the future will just be a bonus, if we ever have them. but really, you are all that i want. i’m content with just the two of us.”

“but i want a baby!”

“then, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”

“but it will hurt! it might kill me!”

your boyfriend hugs you tighter from behind, as you are both sitting on the bed. he has been spending the past hour trying to get you to calm down, but you only continue rambling on and on and he figures it is best if you talk your heart out as long as you want.

the last sentence you blurted out sets of a kind of anxiety that only comes when he is confronted by a possibility where he’s not with you.

“don’t say that,” he says with purpose. “i’m not going to lose you. if we get pregnant someday, then i will get all the best doctors and admit you to the best hospital to make it as comfortable as it can be.”

you cry at that, much too overwhelmed by your sweet boyfriend, to which he comforts you endlessly and patiently. you fall asleep when you feel the strain on your eyes, and reo cuddles you to sleep.

in the middle of your slumber, he carefully unwraps his limps tangled with yours and sneaks out of the room. he hurries to buy all the stuff you mentioned you wanted earlier during your rambles.

tampons and different kinds of pads? check!

heat packs? check!

painkillers? check!

ice cream? check!

chocolates? check!

french fries? check!

fruits and berries? check!

everything else? also check!

however, unfortunately for you, you wake up and reo’s still not there. it startles you that when you reach out for his side, the sheets are cold.

where did he go? did he finally realize you aren’t pretty enough to put up with your bull? did he think you’re too much to handle? did he leave you?

but this penthouse belongs to him! will he ask you to pack up your things and he better not see you in the morning? will he tell you how annoying you are and that he can’t pretend that he loves you anymore?

somewhere within the same city, he is busy trying to figure out whether or not heated tampons weren’t real because it made you upset that they weren’t. sure, sales clerks are looking at him like he’s a crazy man, but whatever. he needs to make sure that he has given you everything he can.

but you, his pretty girlfriend he loves so much with all of his damn heart and to the bottom of his hypothalamus, is too caught up in your shitty mood to even think of the possibility that your boyfriend is making a fool out of himself for you.

you break down in inconsolable tears, and the heaviness in your heart is only made worse by the sight of blood on your sheets.

“i’m so stupid! reo won’t like blood on his bed!”

with cute sobs and hiccups escaping your lips, you will yourself to brave through the uncomfortable feeling on your lower stomach and remove the sheets to put them on the washer.

he comes home to you like that. you are standing in front of the washer, helplessly crying at the heartbreak over something that never happened. reo runs to take your smaller frame into his arms, and he is quick to ask you what is wrong.

“reo!” you wail. “thought y-you left me for good! i stained our sheets with blood and they won’t come off! a-and you don’t love me anymore!”

“oh, baby, we can always change the sheets. don’t worry your pretty lil mind about that,” he coos.

he carries you by your waist to sit you down on top of the laundry machine, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

he rubs soothing circles on your back. “and what’s this with me leaving you and not loving you? don’t you know that’s the top most impossible thing to ever happen, huh?”

“where did you go, then?”

“bought all the things you need,” he says. you look behind his shoulder and see the numerous paper bags containing literally everything. “sadly, there really aren’t heated tampons in this society.”

you want to laugh out loud at that, but you only manage to let out struggling ones so as to not instigate even more pain.

“i say all that, reo, but i really only wanted you by my side. wanted to wake up next to you.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll keep that in mind, baby. forgive me. i’ll stay. won’t ever leave you like that again.”

you him in satisfaction. “good…”

“maybe i’ll just ask nagi to run around to buy things next time,” he concludes. that is not quite what you mean, but you know he will only be at ease when he can give you everything.

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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Needle and thread.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 19. Prompt: “no anaesthesia.” Fandom: Batfamily

Summary: Dick is forced to carry out a life-saving emergency surgery when you are too far away to reach help before it becomes too late.

Warnings: Impalement, blood, gore, stitching, needles.

Word count: 1k (short but sour, I had to do this quickly sorry.)

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Dick Grayson would never forget your blood curdling scream the moment the rebar punctured your stomach, ripping up skin and muscle as it forced its way through your back.

You had been flung sideways by the villain you had been fighting. The force of his throw has caused you to topple over the side of the scaffolding and sent you plummeting to the ground. Unluckily for you, you happened to land on the scrap metal.

He cried out, cursing as he fought to get to you. It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, but he was outnumbered. Dick fought hard, landing kick after kick and blow after blow with his sticks to reach you. When he landed heavily on his feet beside you, he could already see the puddle of blood below you. It gushed freely from your body. Raw and red and beautiful.

Your mouth was agape, panting against the pain. Your eyebrows upturned behind your mask as your face contorted in agony.

For a moment, he couldn’t move. He was stuck still staring at the blood stained steel. Your muscles clenched around it as you writhed.

“Y/n.” He dropped to his knees beside you when reality hit him like a ton of bricks. “Fuck.”

“Dick…”

His hands hovered over your body; he was too afraid to touch you as if touching you was going to break your fragile body more. He was wide eyed, mind running at a thousand miles a minute. He knew he needed to move you, but the rusty metal bar was the only thing preventing you from bleeding out completely. He had hit the emergency signal on his suit, and he knew help was on the way, but he had no way to gauge how long it would be before they arrived.

“Okay…” he breathed out unsteadily. His hands trembled as they moved around your body, coaxed in your blood. “I have to move you.”

Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and gritted your teeth. Dick wrapped his hands around yours to haul you off of the bar. You howled, muscles twitching as it was ripped through you again. Your vision blurred as he lay you back down on the ground, applying pressure hard to the wound.

“Come on, Y/n. Just stay with me a little longer. Help is coming.”

“Dick…” you forced out through wet coughs. “You have to do it.”

He shook his head frantically. He hated doing it. It was something that was only supposed to be a last resort. “No. No, I can't do that to you.”

He turned his head, desperate to spot the red and green suits heading his direction, but all he could see for miles were the lights of the city.

“Robin, where are you?” He asked into the coms.

There was a crackle before he replied. “I‘m going as fast as I can, but I’m about 10 minutes out.”

He cursed. You were too far out for him to reach the bat cave and Damian was still too far away. 10 minutes and you would have lost too much blood.

“Do it.” Yo pleased. “Dick. Please.”

He took a deep breath and turned his head away, before pulling out the needle and thread that was kept in the small Medkit you carried in your suit for emergencies. Dick struggled to thread the needle with the way his fingers shook. But after finally sterilising and threading the small tool, he positioned it above the wound. It was still bleeding heavily.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as he made the first stitch.

You bucked forwards, contorting at the stabbing against your skin. He tried to be quick, but that did nothing to stop you feeling every stitch as the thread tugged against your skin to close the rift. You had almost blacked out by the time he had rolled you over to stitch up the entry wound. Every second was nothing but torment that seemed to replace the blood you lost.

By the time he had pulled the last stitch closed, you were a whimpering mess. Your face was stained with tears and your hair was a mess. Your whole body felt like one giant bruise; everything ached and your joints felt like a hinge that needed to be oiled.

Dick had tried his hardest to keep you awake, whispering sweet apologies into your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms, though you weren’t 100% sure who he was trying to make feel better; you or himself.

Your body had slowly begun to go numb after a while as you waited anstily for Damian to arrive. A chill had begun to set into your bones. By the time he had finally arrived, the pain and your senses had dulled into almost nothing at all.

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<- DAY 18 ⛤ DAY 20 ->

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kasdeyalilith · 1 year

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A Love Too Late

Note: So the most voted character in the poll is Diluc! Almost beating Xiao by 1 % so I decided to add him too and another surprise character in another fic but knowing my works you already have some clues hahahaha. Anyways here's the requested piece also thank you all for voting and stuff it's super fun.

Warning/s: Angst

Character/s: Diluc x Reader; Xiao x Reader

Synopsis: Grasping at the end of the thread in the hope of rekindling the lost love with you, but they're too late because you've already decided to marry someone else.

DILUC

A knock echoes across the room before Barbara peeks in and told you that the wedding will begin. She excused herself, fidgeting in embarrassment, when she realized that you were preoccupied fixing your dress and checking your reflection in the mirror. A pathetic excuse, really, anything to delay making the most important decision of your life.

Marrying Kaeya was-is the best decision for you to make, after everything went downhill with Diluc he was always there to comfort and help you whenever you need it.

Yet there's always that nagging feeling that something is still missing, because even though you're happy with Kaeya now, the love you felt with Diluc is different. A love in its purest form that was ripped from you before you could even save it.

Loving Diluc will always be the best part of your life, but it's time to move on; even if you love Diluc, you know your relationship will never be the same again after what happened.

Sighing, you left your room tightly holding the bouquet of Kaeya's favorite flowers closely after making your decision.

You crossed the halls, counting the pillars before the looming door of the Cathedral came into view.

Caught up in trance you didn't even notice the shade of red before being led away. Your body, as if possessed, yields to his touch without even knowing who your captor is.

You have memorized and engraved that very scent and the curves of his hands, the dips of his shoulders.

He stopped walking but never let go of your hand, holding it closer as if you were about to vanish before his eyes.

“Don’t do it” he pleads

Head pounding from what’s happening, you drew your hand away in disbelief. Your eyes glaring at him as if anything could be so simple after what had happened.

“You don’t love him like I-”

“Don’t even start saying that bullshit again Diluc, we’re done and I know I’ll be happy with Kaeya”

His eyes shifted as the name of his brother leave your lips.

“By marrying him?”

He moves closer to you after he realizes you won't respond. His usual hard exterior is now bare and pleading as he stares into your eyes.

“I know all those things I did is unforgivable. I won’t even forgive myself but I am still in love with you (Y/n). I know I treated you poorly when you’ve been nothing but supportive and loving especially when my Dad- I shouldn’t have done all those things to you”

“But you did it anyway Diluc, I’m getting married now and the only thing you could do is to let me go”

“I can’t”

You faced him, your heart was burning and breaking so much that even crying won’t even be enough to show your pain, he's here expressing his everlasting love for you while in the past you've waited and waited for him to tell you that he loves you even if he's warming the bed of some woman he met at his tavern.

“You’re selfish you know that? Barging into my life again as if you can undo all that hurt you caused. Well shits been done Diluc, I’ve moved on and because I’m stupid and a pathetic excuse of a human I know that even if I marry Kaeya I’ll still care for you and that I can’t live without you but don’t make me prove that I can”

He moves to take your hand again but stops when you both heard someone running to your direction.

“(Y/n)? We’re all looking for you, if you’re having doubts and or anxious, I understand we can- what are you doing here?”

Kaeya's relief at seeing you was quickly replaced with a sneer directed at his brother.

“You’re not a part of this brother, best to leave us-” Diluc tries to hide you with his body but you stepped out of his reach before he can hold you again.

“No Diluc, we’re done here. Least you can do is respect my decision”

Turning your back to him, you keep your shoulders square as you brave your way through the halls.

You waited until the walls obscure your view of him before collapsing on Kaeya's embrace, silently crying on his shoulder as you ignore Diluc's shouts of your name.

XIAO

He could feel the wind shifting, he can trace the nostalgia gleefully dancing with the gale.

The yaksha leans into the breeze as he surrendered to it, his clothes flapping against the wind. It was almost like the sound of their laughter, clear and calming even against the howl of the wind.

“Haven’t seen you relaxed like this since forever” you teleported beside him

Xiao stumbles as he regains his composure, you’re always like this, even the vigilant yaksha can be caught lacking when it comes to you. Only you.

“What do you need (Y/n)?”

He tries to be stern, crossing his arms for good measure but blushes when you walk closer to brush a single leaf from his hair.

“I’m here to deliver this”

The adeptus was just opening the envelope you gave him when you started speaking, drumming your fingers against the wooden railing to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“It’ll mean a lot to me if you come Alatus”

A wedding invitation, adorned with red and crimson borders contrasting his teal blue hues. The sides of the paper crumples under his hand before he give it back to you.

“Don’t expect me to make an appearance, the adepti are very busy to even entertain such occasions”

“But Cloud Retainer and the others are coming! Even Morax and Barbatos and Ganyu even Madame Ping!” your voice reaching a note higher to make a point.

“Why even invite me? Besides you’re tying yourself to that mortal. A foolish act honestly, you’re an adeptus and you’re going to waste your life with someone whose life is but a fickle?”

“That mortal saved and loved me when I’m in my lowest-”

“And I do not?!”

Surprised by his outburst, you tried calming him down as you smile hesitantly.

“That’s not what I’m trying to say Xiao and you know it”

“Then leave me be, go and waste your life away with him. I don’t care”

“Let go of my hand then”

Xiao only glares at you, his grip on your hand never faltering.

“You’re always like this, you always push me away then act as if you love me back. I tried Xiao, I really did but I grew tired of all this. It was like always crossing a tightrope with you. When you ended the relationship, I respected that and still tried to be there for you because before all this you were my friend but I’m so tired Xiao. I don’t think I can even be in your life anymore”

“No. (Y/n), I- let’s try again. This time I promise to not hurt you so please don’t- I don’t think I can live in a world without you in it”

He speaks softly, his breath catching as he waits for your answer.

“If you asked me years ago Xiao, I would have said yes but I can’t betray Kazuha like that”

Xiao's heart breaks for you again as he gazes at you. He can't see the love you had for him in your eyes as you usually do, he can’t accept the fact that he’s too late and already lost you to someone else.

You sighed, used to him disappearing on you in the past, as he vanished in a whisp of curling black smoke before you could move. Unbeknownst to you, a teal feathered bird was circling the mountains of Liyue, his song crying of regret and heartbreak.

#genshin angst #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #diluc angst #xiao angst #xiao x reader angst #diluc x reader angst #angst #genshin impact #genshin

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pairing: jaemin x f reader

word count: 1,003

genre: smut, slight angst

cw: implied toxic relationship, mean dom jaemin, jm calls you sl*t/wh*re, pet names (baby, princess), rough s*x?, light ass slapping, he pulls your hair, mentions of pregnancy, degradation, breeding, bad attempt at writing angst at the end.

a/n: this is my early valentine’s day gift to you all even though this isn’t romantic or lovey dovey. thank you to my love bambi @127kive for helping me w a certain part 🫶🏾. love y’all and please let me know your thoughts!

“you’re such a fucking whore. i leave for 5 minutes and you’re already throwing yourself at another guy?” he rasps, voice full of anger.

“it wasn’t like that jaem—“

he glares down at you. jaw clenched, gritting his teeth; he’s pissed. “you’re always bitching about how i should let you have more freedom. but every time i do, you always start acting like a slut again.”

you cry out in response to the initial strike but savor the delicious burn it leaves behind, completely forgetting that he was even talking.

you’re pleasantly surprised when you receive another slap to your backside, this one coming with a warning. “answer me when i’m talking to you.”

he refocuses his attention on abusing your hole, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your bedroom. “at least you’re good for one thing though.. everyone knows you can’t do shit else right,” he chuckles, a smile of pure enjoyment creeping onto his face. “you’re nothing but a stupid cock slut, you know that?”

you’re reluctant, a distasteful look making its way onto your face, nonetheless you still tell him what he wants to hear. “yes! n-nothing but a slut! s-stupid slut!”

his hands leave your ass, moving up to hold onto either side of your waist, tightly holding onto the delicate skin. his hands eventually move further down your body to your breasts, squeezing them and tweaking your nipples.

you drink in the feeling of his fingers on your tits, quietly pouting when one of his hands leaves your chest to grab a handful of your curls.

he yanks you up by your hair, pulling you flush against his chest. you gasp, wincing at the sudden, sharp pain which causes jaemin to laugh as he wraps his hand around your throat.

“the only way i can make you stop whoring around,” he mutters, warm breath fanning across your ear, “is to fuck a baby into this nasty pussy of yours.”

your breath hitches in your throat and your mind goes numb, nothing but his words replay in your head. the thought makes you whine and unintentionally clench around him.

he mumbles something under his breath and releases his grip on your neck, grabbing your jaw instead. he turns your head to the side, placing a lazy kiss on your lips, before pulling away, a thin string of saliva still connecting your bottom lips together.

he pushes you back down on the bed, snapping his hips into you. “maybe i’ll put a baby in you then skip town; disappear,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. “what do you think people would say about you princess? hm?”

“jaemin—“

“they’ll say you’re a dumb little whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed and got herself knocked up.” he taunts, grinning ear to ear.

a whimper falls from your mouth. your bottom lip quivers and the tears lining your eyes threaten to slip out. his words are cruel. demeaning. and they should hurt you, but instead they do the exact opposite.

you muster up the courage to protest against him, in hopes of receiving more degrading remarks. you’re about to speak when you feel his hand toying with your clit and the sentence you prepared immediately leaves your mind being replaced by the feeling of his hand between your legs.

“you know.. i wasn’t even going to let you cum, but i love the way i love this pussy grips my cock, milking me.”

he continues messing with your sensitive nub while thrusting into you, never missing a beat. you feel your thighs tremble and your muscles tense.

“fuck! please don’t stop,” you beg.

he pinches the bundle of nerves between his middle and ring fingers, sending you over the edge. your eyes roll back as your core flutters around his member, a choked sob escaping your mouth.

you feel weightless, like you’re floating, you want to stay like that forever but you’re brought back to reality by the feeling jaemin’s hip driving into your now sensitive heat, chasing after his release.

“so fucking close,” he hisses, sweat from his temples roll down his face and onto his jawline.

his once rhythmic movements become sloppy and erratic. one hand stays latched onto your hip while the other pushes your face down into the comforter.

“gonna fill this pussy up real good,” he pants. “you’re gonna take it all, yeah? my little cum whore.”

you let out a muffled ‘yes’ and within seconds a loud groan resonates from above you and a warm liquid coats your insides.

he stays inside you, letting his cock grow soft before he finally pulls out. your legs give out and you collapse on the bed, jaemin doing the same just seconds later. neither of you speak as you both lay there in silence, tension looming in the air. you hesitantly turn on your side to face him, moving your body closer to him, cuddling up next to his side.

he pushes your body away, moving off the bed to grab his sweatpants that were discarded on the floor and making his way towards the door.

“you’ve got 10 minutes to get yourself together, i’m not done with you,” he snaps, “i meant what i said about putting a baby in you.”

without another word, he turns his back to you and walks out of the bedroom, leaving your limp body sprawled out on the bed. you lay there a little while longer, feeling the hot tears begin to form in your eyes. you pull yourself off the bed with the little strength you have left and head toward the bathroom, quietly weeping.

he doesn’t care about you. words can’t explain how much it hurts, but it would hurt you even more to leave him. why do you have so much love for him?

#nct smut #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct scenario #nct x black reader #kpop x black reader

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How Arcane Characters Use their Hands

Prompt: How Arcane Characters use their Hands.

A/n: If you couldn’t tell, Sevika has me in a bit of a chokehold rn 0.0 (i wouldn’t have it any other way lol). I want her to do so many bad, bad things to me. I’m not going to write part two to “Night at the Bar” just yet (Read part 1: Here). I don’t feel real rn, and I can’t tell if my tone is consistent or even existent when I write right now, so please enjoy this for the time being :)

Characters: Sevika, Jinx, Vi

Word count: 705

Tags/Warnings: SMUT +18 MDNI/NSFW, Smoking, Choking, Pain Kink, Rope Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Spit and Drool, Face Slapping

There is NSFW content under the cut- you have been warned

Jinx uses her hands to tie you up. She ties you so you can’t move your arms or legs to resist her ministrations. Jinx had a way of securing you to nearly any piece of furniture available. And she had multiple rigs around your shared apartment so she could hang you from the ceiling like a punching bag if she wanted. She would tickle your sides, spank your ass, or hold a vibrator to your clit for hours. Jinx loved to torture you until you were begging her to stop. Pleading with her saying silly things like: “It’s too much,” or “I can’t anymore, it hurts.” She would sadistically laugh and call you names all while she forced you to orgasm over and over again.

Being the naive little thing you are, you’d fall for the tricks she would play every time. You would think that she’s given you a break- she’s taken the vibrator away, she’s let you breathe a little, but Jinx was only warming you up. If you were on one of her rigs, she’d lift your legs and press the massive tip of her strap to your entrance. She’d laugh as you’d thrash and beg her not to impale you on that monster of a dick, but she would just bottom out in you.

VI always made you so messy with her hands. Your legs would drape over her shoulders, and she would have wrapped one hand tightly around your neck and used that to brace herself as she fucked you onto her strap. Vi would use her free fingers on your mouth. She would stare you down and shove them to the back of your throat, watching as drool spills from the corners of your mouth and down your chest. If VI didn’t feel like playing with your throat, she simply would let you suck on her fingers like they were candy as she fucks you. If Vi felt playful, she would push to see how far back her fingers could go before you gagged. She loved making you deepthroat her fingers while she fucked you.

Every once in a while, she would remove her slobbery fingers from your mouth and slap you across the face, making you even messier. She would sometimes remove the strap briefly to replace it with her fingers, pumping in and out of you rapidly, with the sole purpose of covering you in all your juices. When she shoves the strap back into, she also shoves her finger back into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as she continues to fuck you.

Sevika uses one hand to pin your tiny wrists behind your back as she fucks you onto her strap. She’s using them as an anchor, if anything, so she doesn’t have to use both hands to hold your hips. Her other hand is, of course, preoccupied with lighting a cigarillo. As she fucks you, ashes are falling on you. Sevika’s careful not to let the embers burn you (unless you’re into that sort of thing). Occasionally, while she’s exhaling smoke, she’ll take her fingers and carefully trace lines down your back, the tip of her cigarillo threatening to burn you, causing you to clench tightly around her. She always laughs and teases you for it. She loves to play mind games. Always threatening to hurt you in the worst ways, riling you up, making your heart race and your pussy clench, but never actually going through with it unless you begged her.

If you liked pain, Sevika wouldn’t hesitate to indulge in your pain. Especially if she just left a frustrating meeting with Silco or she had just got home from a mission gone awry because of something Jinx did. She’d fuck you without a care for your pain or pleasure, only the opportunity to blow off some steam. Sevika wouldn’t bother to ash her cigarillo, letting ashes and hot ember fall onto your ass and the small of your back. As it did, you would squirm and shriek, and your pussy walls would clench tighter around her. She would slap your ass, tell you to be good, and take what she's giving you, adding to the tears that fall down your cheeks.

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Hero couldn’t breathe.

The lashing had stopped a bit ago…an hour? Two? Three? She didn’t know, she didn’t care.

She couldn’t breathe.

That was all she knew in that moment—her throat was tightening, her breaths were staggered and throaty, and each one pained gasp felt as if it would be her last.

It had happened again. Supervillain has found her. And here she was, tied down, wheezing for air, and her old scars shredded open by the same cruel hand that had been the cause of them in the first place.

Panting, Hero tugged blindly at the ropes on the wrists, but it only dug deeper into the tender, pink flesh that burned when she struggled.

She sucked in a hitched breath and trembled.

Supervillain would lash her again and again until she remembered his old teachings; and as much as Hero wanted to be the fearless savior that withstood any horror without flinching…she knew that she wasn’t that type of hero. The only thing she’d ever been good at was pretending, for the public. She was a clown. A liar in makeup and a gaudy grin, when deep down she was a shriveled up creature trying to crawl into the dark for safety. When the torture persisted, she was going to crack.

Everybody would see her spill her guts and not only would she be broken, but she’d be shamed for being fragile enough to shatter at all.

Heroes were supposed to be stronger. Braver.

But her lungs constricted at the mere idea of the next horrible day to come.

When the door opened, she flinched and tried to curl into herself as much as she could manage. She hadn’t expected Supervillain to return so quickly…how long had it been? What more could he possibly do in one day?

“Hey,” Villain whispered, stepping behind Hero. Guardedly, she touched a hand to the injured woman’s shoulder. “You don’t look too good.”

Hero’s whole body trembled.

Her replacement. The person who had been plucked from a field of other promising young agents to be Supervillain’s brand new dazzling starlet after Hero had defected so long ago. But…why was she here?

Revenge? Cruelty? Was she here to rub it into Hero’s face that she had made a mistake when she had ran into the arms of the heroes?

Villain cocked her head, her eyes glittering like jewels in the dim, depressing room. “Hey, I’m not here to…torture you or anything like that. I promise.” She said confidingly, and pulled out a bottle of antiseptic and some gauze bandages. “Though, it might sting.”

Hero gritted her teeth and tried to suppress a whimper as Villain poured antiseptic on her open wounds.

It burned, a fire blazing on her back.

This was the only time that Hero could almost be thankful that her throat closed up and her breath eluded her—at least she wouldn’t further humiliate herself by screaming in front of her replacement.

Villain then wrapped the gauze around Hero’s wounds, the bandages wrapping around her entire back, and secured them firmly.

“There, at least it won’t get infected.” Villain peered at the trembling form, leaning her head down to try to look at Hero’s face. “Are you still coherent?”

“I—yeah…” Hero rasped.

“Hmm.” Villain leaned closer, until they were practically nose-to-nose. Something about her gaze was as intense and mystifying as foamy waves crashing against sharp rocks. “Tell me, what’s so worth it about being a hero? Seems to me like all heroes do is get hurt.”

“Supervillain is a madman—he was going to destroy the world, and I didn’t want to be a part of that.” Her voice was scratchy and dry, the vibrato of her voice ringing against her throat akin to two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. “Neither should you.”

A tiny snort escaped Villain. “So…you’d rather be the part that gets killed and destroyed rather than the part that survives?”

Hero looked down at the floor.

Of course Supervillain’s new favorite was perfectly okay with being on the side of evil; of course he’d want to make sure that he didn’t repeat his first mistakes by choosing someone he’d have to scar into submission rather than someone that already shared his twisted mind.

Though, she couldn’t argue that she felt stupid when Villain pointed out that heroes side would be the one to eat dirt if—or when—Supervillain succeeded in his plots.

Villain continued to talk. “I’m just curious. Why’d you leave?”

“He…he hurt me.”

“And you don’t get hurt as a hero? There’s thousands of people in the world you can’t save, no matter how hard you try or how much you wish you could, but if you’re a villain then you choose who to hurt and how. At least then, even if you’re still hurting, you still have some degree of power and control.”

Hero panted, glancing warily up at Villain. “Are—are you here to tease me?” She shook her head, sweat rolling down her forehead. “Just…say whatever mean things you wanna say and go.”

Her head hung lower.

Pathetic. That’s what it was.

She should’ve been fighting, but her wrists ached too much to keep trying to break the rope and her back stung too much to keep thrashing. Instead of struggling, she was hoping Villain would strike her with whatever verbal blows she had come here to taunt her with and then leave.

“I’m here because you fascinate me. It took a lot of strength to leave,” Villain stroked the curve of Hero’s shoulder, thoughtfully. “I want to know more about why you did that. What was the push that sent you tumbling into the world of heroism? What made you tick? What inspired you to be a hero, instead of finding a safe house somewhere and staying there, hmm?”

“I…uhm…part of it was a plea deal. I—I didn’t wanna go to prison, so I agreed to serve the community.” Hero looked down at the floor again, watching the beads of sweat that hit the ground.

She shouldn’t even be talking to Villain and she felt ashamed to be lured into responding.

Villain tilted her head. “Do you know how long I’ve been compared to you? I wanted to see how much of that was true, but we’re nothing alike. You’re selfish.”

“And you wouldn’t protect you from Supervillain?” Hero felt Villain’s breath on her face, and her eyes matched the criminal’s with something between awe and fear.

Villain was what she’d wanted to be.

What she still wished she could be, sometimes.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Villain squeezed Hero’s shoulder, her lips brushing Hero’s. “I want to understand you, Hero. I’ll find out everything in the deepest, darkest parts of your psyche. Supervillain has appointed me the honor of retraining you.”

“I can’t…I can’t come back…”

But Hero knew she’d break. Her destiny of being a disgrace was written in the stars and wishing for any other outcome was foolishness.

Villain smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

#my writing #hero x villain #heroes and villains #writing snippet #villain x hero #captured hero #captive whumpee #slight injury whump #villain caretaker #sapphic #wlw

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