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staticradiodotcom · 3 days

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His perfect lair - Jegulus

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AN: Inspired by @bowiesbuttercookie on Tiktok. I saw their video take on this and ran to write this. I love the angst that follows. Possibility of this being out of Character.

TikTok Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCLgu3K/

☆ I have not read all the young dudes ☆

Synopsis: James Potter is captured by the death eaters. After Hours of torture, they finally decide to send in Regulus Black in hopes Regulus can get information about the order.

Tags: Angst, Physical harm, Manipulation, Phycological torture, James x Regulus, Toxic relationship, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of druging, Gaslighting, Abuse, Smut mention.

Please let me know if i’ve forgotten anything.

Not proof read.

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The static had melted his mind. All he could feel was the all too familiar numbness as the pain continued to surge through his body. It hadn’t left when the Death Eaters had left the room. The static had made its way through his brain, invading every orifice cruley, cancelling out all other thoughts as if he was a machine without a power source.

James Potter’s glasses hung skewed upon the lower bridge of his nose. His hands tied tightly behind the frail wooden chair that they had stuck him in. The boy was too far past to remember how long it had been. it had felt like weeks. Crucio after Crucio. Curse after curse. It was enough to drive anyone insane.

The ropes had been digging into the tanned flesh of his wrists for hours, a numb ache accompanying them as his body involuntarily jolted. James’s Deep brown locks had fallen between his dark broken eyes as he stared down mindlessly. His clothing was disheveled, his mind melted. Splatters of artistically placed blood covered his once handsome face. Yet, his demeanour had remained the same. this clearly wasn’t a task. The death Eaters were equipped to handle.

That was until he came back.

The soft Thud of regulus’s boots Circled around his hostage like a snake ready to strike. His persona was cold and stoic as usual. Regulus had the sleeves on his black collared shirt rolled up, exposing the dreaded dark mark to strike extra fear.

However James Potter wasn’t scared.

Regulus Black was Divine.

James Potters chest heaved like an off beat drum, his head still hanging low as he fixated on the same spot, his gaze drilled into the floor. Regulus was contemplating. Wondering how he was going to confront his little issue.

Regulus’s movements were deliberate and Precise. A firm hand reached out, Yanking James matted locks back in one swift movement, Forcing the tortured boy to look up finally. Regulus analysed James’s face with a sharp look of displeasure. His voice reached out, enveloping james with its soothing charm.

‘What did they do to my gorgeous plaything.’

James scoffed at Regulus’s words, He was trying to remain strong. Remain resilient. Regulus continued to grip James’s hair, his touch getting rougher by the second.

‘Where is he Jamie?’

It was sharp.

As elegant as always, Regulus was straight to the point. After a moment of no response, no more than a single breath, Regulus hand flew to the side of James’s face. Striking him harshly. The Hit took James by surprise. This was a new form of pain. A new torment, devised just to get to him. James didn’t allow himself to make a noise.

Regulus turned on his heels, his touch on James halted as he paced around the room, he was exceptionally calm despite the abuse he was dishing out. The silence fell between the two, only being disrupted by the breath of the two men.

Then

A laugh.

James Potter was laughing, His bated breath struggling to allow the chuckle past his lips, yet it was still there. His charming, Broken giggle.

‘Which Death Eater are you then?’

He said finally, Regulus was taken aback. As if the tormented boy infront of him didn’t recognise him.

James didn’t have to say anymore. Regulus could read him like a book. James had assumed that one of the Death Eaters had used Polyjuice just to melt his mind further. Regulus ran an unbothered hand through his hair, considering James’s assumption before his hand reached out once again. This time Regulus Took in James’s chin, Holding it firmly as he once again forced the other man too look up at him. Their gaze meeting as James finally began to feel his pain fade away under Regulus eyes.

‘You’re not my Reggie.’

The words hit Regulus harder than expected. Regulus eyes softened as he continued to analyse the involuntary body language of his plaything.

James was right.

Regulus wasn’t the same man he was back in hogwarts, The same sweetheart Romantic he had allowed James to believe him. He had grown up. He was a black. A true Black.

‘It doesn’t matter who i am.’

Regulus spoke softly, leaning so close to james that his corse lips were barely brushing over James busted ones. James sat up, a little too eagerly as he leaned into Regulus’s touch. In James’s mind he was so close to getting his reggie back. His first love reflected in his eyes as he stared up, allowing Regulus’s sultry voice to penetrate his ears.

‘i’m here for you james.’

Regulus voice was nowhere above a whisper, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his little lovesick puppy bow to his command. James was nothing more than a dog, trying to avoid anymore pain by pleasing his master.

He deserved a reward.

Without a spike of hesitation, Regulus pressed James’s lips to his. Regulus instantly taking to dominate his mouth roughly as James’s walls crumbled around them. It was mere seconds before James gave in, enveloping himself in the pleasure of the passionate kiss as their tongues danced together. Regulus’s hand moved to cup the side of James’s battered face.

When Regulus decided to pull away James lips tried to chase his. Earning a low chuckle from Regulus who bit his lip, wiping the taste from his mouth with the back of his ringed hand.

‘see? I’m real.’

That was all it took for James to drop his head in defeat, His broken glasses threatening to fall of his face. Regulus had won. He needed him.

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Hours later, James potter was lead lazily in Regulus Blacks bed. The sheets draped over his abused, exposed body. The marks Regulus black had left on his plaything littered Poor James’s body. The cold of the room surrounding his Exposed chest.

Regulus let out a satisfied him, Standing once he was absolutely certain James was asleep. It was true their activity’s had exhausted him. All the begging and different positions had taken its toll on Regulus.

Anything for his good puppy.

Regulus moved back to slip his shirt on, lazily fastening up the buttons as he rolled his sleeves back up messily. Regulus allowed himself a few more minutes to make himself look presentable, leaving an icy kiss on James’s temple before he exited the room, Locking the door behind himself.

After a few gruelling minutes Regulus entered his own meeting room. Opening the door cautiously as he greeted the other Death Eaters with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. The Death eaters scanned Regulus’s disheveled appearance, all giving different reactions before the threatening silence was broken.

‘He told me everything.’

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kingprinceleo · 1 month

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just kinda a thing i wanted to say since ik i have younger artists following me (its applicable to everyone really, but very important to form care habits as early as possible) i read about others artists experiencing pain from overworking and i always thought to myself, i wouldnt let that happen to me, im real young, i still have time before i have to worry about really damaging my body

but your body really doesnt care, if you push yourself, if you ignore the pain, its going to fuck you up. maybe for the rest of your life please god take care of yourself when you draw, write, game, literally anything. stretch your wrists, fingers, dont keep your elbow in a locked a position for too long, especially dont lean on your elbows. get up around every 45 minutes, drink water, eat food, use the bathroom, stretch your whole body and your hands again. walk outside and let your eyes readjust your body is trying to communicate with you for a reason when you start hurting, please listen to it, be kind to yourself, you deserve it

#source firsthand as im the idiot who drew for like 6 hours straight #like actually non fucking stop for even a second #until the pain got so bad my hand felt like it was fucking scalding #and i kept going anyway until i physically could not put any more lines down on the page #almost everyday since then my arm and hand has ached and felt weird and i literally cant do anything i used to before i did this to myself #i cant play games i cant write #i cant even use my mouse with my right hand for casual scrolling #please take care of yourselves

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writer-room · 7 months

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I hope wherever Pixal is she's absolutely fine, not because I don't want to see my blorbos hurt, in fact I love when they get fucked up, but specifically for the comedy potential. Because knowing Pixal, there's a high chance she's already completely accepted that Zane has died for the 10th time somewhere and is probably in the midst of trying to find and revive him along with the other ninja. She's entered full "guess Zane's dead again time to cope by not coping at all" mode. She abandoned the grieving stage once she realized this was a common occurrence. The grind never stops, she hasn't seen sunlight in six months, and probably didn't even realize the realms Merged.

Zane, however, is very much not used to being on the other side of "this person I love might be dead or is otherwise missing somewhere". He's moping on the floor. Staring out the window like a victorian maiden. Longing for when his beloved will return from the war. The saddest, soaking wet kitten you ever did see. About to recite poetry at a moments notice. He's given sympathies as well as being mocked endlessly by his annoyed friends because yeah, how does it feel NOW, Zane? FEELS BAD DOESN'T IT

And then they just find each other at a store somewhere in the Crossroads like it's an average Tuesday afternoon. Do you see the vision

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #lego ninjago #lego ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr #pixal #ninjago pixal #pixal borg #ninjago zane #zane julien #text post #talk #ideas #writing ideas #zane being physically pained every time he brings up pixal is angsty but also to me reads like a guy leaning against a window as it rains #or dogs when they give a big tired sigh after they lay down #pixal is just trying to make samurai x again and also find where her dad is. please let her find her dad #she clocks that theres dragons and shrugs like oh well. guess theres dragons now. no biggie #only when she needs new parts does she emerge and go OHHHHH THAT EXPLAINS IT i should catch up on this #and then as shes buying the part she casually looks up from her hood and zanes in his awful disguise w frohicky trying to get the same part #they just kinda blink at each other like. surely it cannot be this fcking easy. SURELY #it is that fcking easy and it would be HILARIOUS #cause zane still looks like he'd be in a great period-drama film and pixal looks like she'd fit in a grunge cyberpunk flick #to be clear this is a bonus for the other to witness

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shepscapades · 2 years

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I finally watched Bdubs’ Last Life for the first time and now maybe have a very slight, very minor ethubs problem… @tunastime’s fic Hot Tea has shanked me while I am down and now I am simply melting away /pos

#ethubs #last life #trafficshipping #etho #bdubs #llsmp #last life smp #llsmp etho #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #art escapades #their writing for them… seriously #the way they write dialogue has me in physical pain /pos #please go read this fic it’s so so good #and painful!#:-)

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toastsnaffler · 2 months

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sending emails at work today is making me feel like a neurotic prey animal 😐

#idm writing emails normally but im in physical pain (period cramps) and struggling with an epic depressive swing so its literal hell #i can barely string a sentence together its taking me half an hour to fucking reply to shit #and its high pressure/priority stuff. someone save me im being crushed by the hydraulic press ahhhhh #please dont let me start crying at work. please #im gonna finish this assay and go breathe deeply in the work bathroom for 10 mins bc im dangerously close to overstimulated #and then take lunch. and then i have another assay taking up this afternoon and then i can go home and cry and play elden ring #fucking thursdays am i right #.diaries #.vent

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rosesandmary · 2 months

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IV Line

more notes app poetry

i am sick

sick in the way that my body has become a vessel for a parasite

sick in the way that takes all that i have

that sinks its hands into my soft shallow self

and tears parts of me out

it does not have claws nor fangs nor spikes

it is soft and smooth and gentle

it does not colonize me in one fell swoop

overcoming all of my systems at once

it grabs and it seeps and it borrows

it is a slow, tender, grieving tragedy

it takes

and i give

because by the time that i realize that i am sick

there is nothing else for me to do

#this is about my ever growing medical file #particularly my chronic pain and how i probably wont make it past my 30s without some form of mobiltiy aide needed #but please feel free to interpert it however #poetry #writing #rosemarys writing #chronic illness #chronic pain #physically disabled #notes app poetry

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oediex · 20 days

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Pain is a weird thing. It's supposedly a good thing. Pain allows us to live a healthy and long life, right? Without pain, we would not know when something was wrong. We would not know when we endangered ourselves.

That's what my chronic pain does for me. It's reminding me my back is broken and to take care of it. It limits me in order to save me. I hate it, often, with a vengeance, but it's what prevented me from getting paralysed from the waist down. (Granted, my neurosurgeon might have had a hand in that, too.)

Today I have acute pain in my shoulder blade. It's ... a pain. I don't know how it's supposed to help me. It's an intense, stinging pain that doesn't subside when I change position, stretch, or take painkillers. I don't remember doing anything to provoke it. It's just there unless I literally do not move even a little bit, which is almost physically impossible, because obviously I do have to breathe.

I hope it's gone tomorrow. May sleep be my salvation.

#chronic pain #acute pain #pain #back pain #back problems #physical health #writing #my writing #a story every day #23 april #2024 #okay I'll be honest it's probably telling me I need to move more often #because of my chronic pain I do a lot of sitting and lying down #and that's probably what's caused this #but it's still not fair #please pain be gone

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threadsun · 1 year

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Oughhhhh wanted to write but I'm nauseous and my head hurts so I'm gonna do a hard reset (take a nap) and see if I feel better enough to write later

#sunshine #head full of ideas body full of pain and fatigue #please I need to write Alan breeding kink #I think I've just been pushing myself a bit too much physically recently ;-;#anyway time for cat naps with my little kitty goodnight little people in my laptop <3

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izzymalec · 8 months

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been reorganising all the pictures/documents/etc that i own and i just found a word file from 2013 titled "dear future me" in which i talk about my life which is just few lines about school and then 3/4 a page about tumblr girl i know

#txt #saskia talks #bit too much larry stylinson talk for my personal taste #also then there's a part 2 from 8 months later and it starts with #''so i just read the last letter thingy and it physically pains me. i am sorry for being the way i am.''#now written in comic sans #also the writing style going from cat to jade lmfao #but the majority of it is STILL about tumblr girl come on #baby got into superwholock + hannibal now ofc who's surprised #part 3 is from 2017 and the first thing she's doing is judge the comic sans me too bestie me too not even ironically like that please #she seems nice 😌#wish i could write another part but the document is word 97-2003 and microsoft hatecrimes us now ig #not sh

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nearlyliving · 1 year

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scout’s lament

#digital #writing #tf2 #scout tf2 #scout tf2 but he's severely mentally ill and physically disabled #for all my hypermobile chronic pain besties #fanart #BTW THE DESIGN IS BASED ON THE SFM VIDEO FOR WNDRWLL BY NIEL PIZZARIA PLEASE WATCH IT (his name is not pizzaria but i have dyslexia -#- it's called overcompensating.)#i have to be the most extroverted guy in your tf2 tag deep dive i guess

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pepprs · 2 years

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ok update i just finished making my card and i said / drew (lol) basically everything i wanted to say in it (except for the things i definitely can’t say now that this is happening lol). so i think maybe i might be ok with not saying what i want to say directly to her. but then when i say that im not ok with it at all LOLLLL so i think i need to sleep on it and maybe see what tomorrow brings

#purrs #sobbed hysterically writing the message and that was like 4 hrs ago (yeah.) and im still like dizzy and puffy eyed from it. i am not having #a good time lol. and it’s only going to get more intense this whole week and i don’t know if i can handle it. ive been overstimulated /#sleep deprived for like 2 straight days bc yesterday i was doing everything in my power to avoid thinking abt it and today i was doing #everything in mt power TO think abt it including being subjected to things that were hard and ofc the walk being a flop kinda lol. but omg.#mutuals i know it’s so deeply cringe but i have been vagueposting abt my work life since before i even got the fucking job. i know i look #mentally ill about it and i definitely am but my colleagues past and present are my best friends and my number 1 reason to be alive #actually. so this is just. idk. this feels very……. especially when this is someone who was never supposed to leave this suddenly. who i thou #thought i had years and years left with. and it’s just over like that and we have to say goodbye and i know it’s not even that big of a move #but it’s actually killing me. like physically. that this is happening rn. i don’t know what the fuck im going to do. and we aren’t even f #gonna be able to grieve openly at all but we are grieving and she doesn’t even.. like idk. maybe it just hasn’t occurred to her that we are.#but we literally are and its soooooooo bad. it’s so bad. i feel like im having a bad dream every day. i already felt like nothing was real #anymore and this helped abt -50000% with that sensation. like wtf is going on rn. she’s LEAVING. ON FRIDAY. FOREVER. FUCK!#but uh yeah the point is i do want to talk to her and if it was anyone else i would. but when it comes to emotional stuff and being honest #w each other abt how one makes the other feel… we are incompatible im afraid. she doesn’t want to talk abt it and all i want to do is talk b #but im shy and weak so i cave and just do everything in my power to give her what she needs and then i feel shattered for the rest of the #day / week / whatever. it fucking sucks and im not like that w anyone else in my little irl world (except my p*rents ofc LMAO) but it’s like #onmgggggg. can we please just talk abt how it is so painful you are doing this and comfort each other in it somehow. LOL! like i am in so mu #much pain i can’t even speak and she didn’t even look at me when i flicked my eyes over to her during the silences. CRINGE! girl she doesn’t #care about you 😭😭😭😭 except she does. idk. it’s just sooooo. idk. my brain is not right it hasn’t been since i got the news. i think im dying #delete later #OMG ALSO it is now the wee hours of july 26 which means that 3 yrs ago right abt now i did something so very stupid that made me have my #first very bad breakdown ever and it led to me realizing i needed counseling again. so maybe in the spirit of this anniversary i will do #this stupid thing (of asking to talk and then saying what i want to say even though i wrote it out) and then have a very bad breakdown and t #then go to counseling 🥳✌️

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welcome-here-in-my-world · 11 days

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guess who got attached to probably the most underrated character of the show with literally zero fan content

#this post is about jabuti from hilda hurricane #but you can apply it to yourself as you wish #hilda furacão #hilda hurricane #jabuti #underrated characters #seriously though. there's no fics or edits or even gifs of him unless he's like in the background of the scene #(or at least I couldn't find anything)#which is valid since he IS a background character but it also pains me physically. but why am I surprised about this #fan content aside it's so obvious that I would get attached to him. the average-looking older man and everything #oh but if you happen to be reading this and you've seen any fan content of him please let me know!!!#I'd kill to see. like. a gif appreciation post of him or whatever. I can't make those for the love of god but I know there are-#-talented people out there who could make it happen #(I might still go and write a fic about him myself though)#(once I finish my master's thesis/degree be sure I'll indulge)

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coldvampire · 9 months

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i got to enjoy relatively clear skin for just under a year after going on isotretinoin & now fucking. i get the Joy of dealing with some other new skin condition on my face that just doesnt want to fuck off

#makes me wanna kms dfdgfgfgfggxfcv #literally i can deal with a lot of other bullshit physical stuff but my skin is an ongoing uphill battle #i have an unrelated doctors appt on tuesday so like maybe they can renew that prescription #but still. jesus christ. its most likely smth called perioral dermatitis #at least thats what the walk in doctor said? idk ten days of doxycycline didnt make it go away & looking into it most of those treatments #are usually ones that go for like. several months #this is all just so dfhghjjsdjh #anyway if you have good skin i genuinely hope you suffer just a bit <3 #thats a joke kinda but if someone gives me the whole 'just wash your face' spiel i Will be maiming them #i also remember having minocycline a few years back for 30 days for a different reason so im wondering if maybe that might help?#the family dr was fine giving me that i think for iso ill probably need to go back to the derm & the wait times for those visits are usuall #a few months long at minimum. i think the last one was five?? maybe??? but yeah idk if my regular dr would be writing the script for that #i should probably get that bloodwork he ordered tho gfhjhj #ill go tomorrow i dont think the labs are open sundays #also i just really do Not wanna get blood drawn lmfao #anyway if anyone is into skincare and has insight ghgj please help #i do want to go back to iso again tho like aside from the chapped lips i didnt have Any side effects?? iirc it was the lowest dose #and only for 60 days even the purge process wasnt too awful #im wondering if a fucking. face mask i tried maybe a month and a half ago is the culprit for this flare up bc its been a pain in my ass for #just over a month now motherfucker lmfao #it doesnt Look like itll be leaving a lot of damage but ofc that depends on whether or not it heals up in a decent time #and i am of Course someone who gets pit scarring on my face bc why wouldnt i be #fully intend to get that like. lasered off or smth btw im not going into my 30s with that mess.#im just So fucking mad like its not even just an aesthetic thing or a capitalism beauty culture thing or what ever the fuck #my skin causes me actual physical pain like dshgdxgjh atp the 'good' appearance is a byproduct i probably wouldnt be so fussed otherwise

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criminalamnesia · 3 months

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that 141 x reader you just did was so good! i need to know what happens next. like after reader is better, do they stay in the military? stay in 141? or do they take a discharge? I’m not the original ask but it was just so good.

love your writing btw!

thank you! here’s part two :)

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you were beginning to hate the infirmary.

the white walls. the moans of pain. the smell of bleach and blood.

the reminder of why you were here. of who put you here.

your friends. your family. your team. john. johnny. kyle. simon.

you’d told the doctor to not let your teammates in, and she had tried, but there was only so much she could do. she couldn’t monitor the door all the time, and so a week after waking up from your coma, john price is sitting at your beside once again.

his hands are clasped together, knuckles white with the intensity of his grip. he’s leaning forward, elbows resting on the bed, hands under his chin. his position conveys his regret and worry. he looks like he should be in church, knelt between the pews and spewing silent prayers to a god that isn’t listening.

you haven’t spoken to him since he sat down ten minutes ago. the second you saw him step inside the infirmary, you knew he was there for you. there to try and speak to you, to apologize.

fuck him and his apologies.

you turned your head to the side, eyes staring at the white curtain separating your bed from the next. you studied the stitching while you listened to him breathe next to you. he hadn’t spoken either— just sat down and watched you.

it made your skin crawl, how he thought this was okay. how he thought this would be the way to get back into your good graces.

he clears his throat then, a sound you’ve heard a million times before. it makes you want to gag now.

“love,” his voice is soft, caring. you want to hit him in the jaw.

“can we talk? please?”

you don’t turn over, don’t even spare him a glance. you keep your gaze trained on the curtain. the only giveaway that he has your attention is the fists you clench at your sides.

he takes the silence as an invitation, that bastard.

“what happened—” he begins, then grunts. stops. takes a second, then begins again.

“what we did,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “it wasn’t right. the intel was from a trusted source. we—” he sighs then, and you can tell he’s rubbing his temple. he did that when he was stressed. when he was anxious.

“we were wrong to believe them over you, love. and im— im sorry.”

silence ensues. you don’t give him any indication that you’ve heard what he said. he sighs again, inhaling deeply.

“you’re still part of this team. johnny and gaz, they’ve been sitting outside this damn room like sentries. can barely pry ‘em away for drills.” he chuckles then, but it’s sad. pitiful. mournful.

“there’s nothing we can do to make this right,” he tells you. you’re still mulling over what he said about johnny and gaz. still hung up on the fact that he didn’t mention simon at all.

simon, who did the most damage to you, both psychologically and physically. simon, who shared your bed. simon.

simon, who is too much of a coward to face you for his crimes.

“but we want to try,” price is speaking again. “if you’ll let us.”

he stops talking. waits a beat, then two. then, you hear his chair scrape. he’s getting up, and that’s when you turn your head to face him.

he looks bad. bags under the eyes, skin pale, beard overgrown. you think he deserves this. deserves worse than this. his eyes meet yours, and they widen the tiniest bit at the attention you’re showing him.

your voice is full of venom as you speak.

“nothing,” you seethe, angry tears blurring your vision. “will ever undo what you did to me. what he did to me.”

price knows you’re talking about simon. the whole team knew you were a thing. hell, when they’d strapped you to that chair and debated who would ‘interrogate’ you, they hadn’t even thought to include simon. why would he want to torture the person he loved?

to their surprise, he had volunteered to take point.

“when i get out of this bed,” you continue. “im gone. and i never, never, want to see any of you again, or else im putting a fucking bullet between your eyes.”

the captain doesn’t speak. you can see the remorse on his face. you couldn’t care less about his feelings.

he gives a short nod, and without another word, he turns and leaves the room.

after john’s visit, no one else tries to visit you. you no longer catch glimpses of kyle or johnny outside the infirmary door. you’re glad they’re starting to get the hint.

but you’re still getting flowers. you don’t know where they’re coming from. sometimes they’re dropped off by a nurse, other times they appear in the morning after a restless sleep. there’s never a note. never anything to suggest who would be leaving them.

you know it’s one of the 141, but you don’t know exactly who. you feel certain it’s not simon.

but, unbeknownst to you, it is him. he knows you don’t want to see him— to see any of them. price had told them all about what you’d said to him during your talk.

price had also told them that he’d already started preparing your transfer papers. that had caused an uproar from soap, who’d quickly been quieted by a saddened price.

simon had expected it. expected worse, actually. he knew that if the roles had been reversed, he wouldn’t have been as merciful as you. it made him hate what they’d done to you so much more.

there had been the tiniest doubt in his mind when all the evidence pointed to you. he hadn’t believed it at first— and then things became damning. everything pointed to you. trusted sources were pointing their fingers at you, and everyone listened. he had listened.

he had volunteered to torture you because he’d been angry. rage he hadn’t felt in years bubbled to the surface of his skin, and he wanted to tear you limb from limb. how dare you come into their lives— his life— and betray them so substantially?

simon didn’t trust easily. he was battered and broken and scarred. shattered and malformed pieces hastily glued back together. he let the team in. let you in. let you see his face. let you into his bed. let you into his fucking heart.

and you turned around and drove a dagger into him. or so he thought.

he thought his anger and actions had been justified. thought he was doing the world a favor by butchering you. but he was wrong. the team was wrong.

he finds himself regretting how he hadn’t listened to your pleas, but there’s nothing he can do about it now.

he knows the chances of you forgiving him, of letting him back into your life, are slim to none. but how could he not at least try?

you’d know each other for years. been together for years. all of it thrown away because he still knew the hurt of betrayal all too well. because it was too easy to fall back into the mindset that it was him against everyone. that the only person he knew, the only one he could rely on, was himself.

so he left flowers. your favorite ones. and he did so without making you face him, without apologizing or groveling. it was the least he owed you.

a month after your coma, you were finally allowed out of the infirmary. you were still healing, skin still tender and bruised. pink, jagged scars lining your skin; eternal reminders of the pain you’d been subjected to.

you’d been given a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which you’d pulled on with much fuss. every time you struggled or stumbled, you found yourself getting angry. angry at the men who did this to you.

the anger was going to eat you alive, at least that’s what the psychologist that had been dropping by to see you had said. she’d told you you need to let it go, and you’d laughed in her face.

how do you let something like this go?

you didn’t know. you didn’t think you were strong enough to do that. not a good enough person to forgive the men that had carved into you.

once you had dressed, you shuffled out into the hallway. you’d profusely denied an escort, and the doctor had reluctantly acquiesced. she’d let you go, with just the promise that you’d keep your iv hooked in.

so here you were, trudging down the halls of the base, iv pole rattling along behind you.

you could feel eyes on you, but no one dared to get too close. you were glad. you didn’t want more empty apologies and sympathetic words.

you still remembered the way to price’s office like the back of your hand. you doubted you’d ever forget it.

time and time again you’d found yourself here. sometimes, getting reprimanded. others, congratulated. a few times you’d shown up in tears, and price had let you in without a word.

now you were standing outside his door, trying to contain the rage in your veins.

you raised a hand. knocked once, firm and loud.

“come in!” price called from inside.

you were already twisting the door knob, pushing into the room.

your eyes found price first. he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. his hat was absent from his head, instead resting beside him on the desk.

and then you noticed simon.

he was wearing all black. his hands were covered, bones decorating the black gloves. gloves you’d seen many times before. gloves that had been pressed to gunshots, trying to stop the bleeding.

the lower half of his face was covered, allowing you to see from his eyes up. his sandy blonde hair was ruffled.

you quickly turned your attention back to price.

“love, what are you doin’ here? you should be in bed—” he began, but you waved a hand as you stepped further into the room. you pulled your iv pole in behind you, then kicked the door shut.

“don’t talk, just listen. i still mean what i said when you came to visit. the only reason im here right now is because you haven’t put in for my fucking transfer.” you hissed.

the captain’s eyes widened, his face taking on a sheepish expression at the revelation that he’d been caught. simon stood quietly beside him, eyes trained on you. you ignored him.

“love, i didn’t want to do anything before you were ready—” he began. you cut him off.

“bullshit! you didn’t want to do anything because you don’t want me to leave. you want me to forgive you, right? hear you all out? come back and be a happy little family again?”

the room fell eerily silent as you stared at the captain. your heart was roaring in your ears.

“put in the fucking transfer, john.” you finished.

he reluctantly nodded. he inhaled, his eyes glancing at his lieutenant briefly, before he spoke again.

“of course, love. ‘m sorry.”

you didn’t say anything else. you turned to go, your back to the men, when simon’s voice cut through the air.

“you should be respectful to your captain, sergeant.”

you froze as you took in his words. was he fucking serious?

you didn’t turn around. you trained your eyes on the door as you spoke words through gritted teeth.

“you should watch your tongue, lieutenant, before I fucking cut it off.”

with that, you pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway, slamming it loudly behind you.

author’s note:

apologies for the wait! I hope everyone enjoyed! (this is being posted before proofreading, so I hope it’s okay— I’ll read through it later, it’s just late and im tired lol)

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neuvistar · 7 months

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LOTUS FLOWER. pt one.

— featuring ┊ genshin men (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, kaveh, alhaitham) x f!pregnant reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊nsfw. not proofread. all consensual! mentions of breeding k!nk, t!tplay (neuvillette), vaginal fingering (lyney?), implied semi-public s3x (wriothesley), s!ze kink if u squint (alhaitham), dirty talk obvi, them being absolute sweethearts, reader implied 2 be physically smaller than them, cunnilingus (kaveh), nicknames used, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊ this is part one guys!! part two will come soon! since i’m a little late for kinktober (oops) i’ve decided to try n do this thingy of my own </3 genshin men w a pregnant partner n maybe i’ll do separate oneshots too throughout the month if im not busy enough, i’ll try my best! i also took time 2 try n improve my writing style n i think it paid off.. anyways reblogs + feedback appreciated ! (guys i wroye this when i’m half asleep #help)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

— "love, you're too cute when you pout like that," neuvillette chuckled, lightly pecking your cheeks with soft chaste kisses

NEUVILLETTE has always been your caretaker during your hard months of pregnancy, he was always there to aid you even if he had such a tight schedule! trust me, he’s always there to aid you no matter where he is.. oh you’re craving something? he already had it made and prepared downstairs for you to eat, oh you’re in pain? he’s already massaging your body to calm your nerves, oh you want him to get something for you? he’s already making his way downstairs to get it! let’s all be honest, this dragon is one of the sweetest darlings ever.. he’s just so thrilled that you’re carrying his little dragonlings, he couldn’t be happier! neuvillette’s so gentle with you.. even during intimate moments. neuvillette always has you laying down on a soft surface, his lips dancing across your flesh as his hair tickled your sensitive skin, he knows how to make sure you feel good.. sometimes he gets too lost in the moment he doesn’t even notice the littlest things! trust me, he knows how to make you feel good, he knows how to calm your hormones.. he knows how to pleasure you. neuvillette knows it all.

here you were, laid down comfortably on the mattress.. the sheets beneath you warming you up as you tugged on your husband’s white locks, emitting a soft grunt from him. neuvillette had been too caught up in the moment to notice only a little milk dripping from your other breast. instead, he kissed and sucked at your other one passionately, his hands caressing your waist in between bouts of fondling your tits. the sight of your exposed body sent a deep and primal wave of lust through him, it was enough to send him into pure euphoria as the feeling of your body against him was a kiss from the heavens above and the archons themselves. “my sweet angel," neuvillette whispered gently, his voice soft yet full of passion. "i want to love you from head to toe, i want every part of you to scream my name in delight.. i want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. please, let me give you more litters of dragonlings inside this irresistible body of yours..”

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄

— “you’re positive, right? you sure you’re alright?” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose against your neck

WRIOTHESLEY honestly never thought of having kids himself, but that all changed when you announced your pregnancy to him a few months prior.. he was thrilled! a little shocked and nervous to say the least, since he was nervous he wouldn’t be a good husband and father to your future kids but it went by smoothly, wriothesley had a major soft spot for you and only you. his face always fills with love and joy as he took note of your swollen and pregnant belly, sometimes he lets you wander around the fortress but sometimes he knows you’re sensitive to many smells and all that so he just keeps you in the house. but yet sometimes.. he has too much on his hands that he never has time to come home. visiting him at work became a frequent thing but he grew more protective of you, telling w few workers down at the fortress to scram if they bother you too much. wriothesley loves having you around his office, but yet, huh.. who knew visiting him here could also have it’s benefits.

wriothesley held your knees, his large hands engulfing your flesh as he grunted at the mere pulse of your pussy around his cock. he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, someone could walk in any moment but who was he to deny his own wife? he can’t deny you when you’re all shy and embarrassed like that.. asking him to fuck you and breed you just like he did those few months before, who was he to deny a request like that? the larger male had kept a slow and steady rhythm with you, he promised himself he wouldn’t listen to your begging.. begging for him to go faster. but i guess it’s fine to break promises every now and then, right? wriothesley picked up the pace as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside your cunt was enough to send you to the moon. “fuck.. taking me so well, princess.. ‘gonna make me cum quicker than normal.” he whispered against your ear, caressing your belly ever so gently.. his gentleness corresponding with his harsh thrusts. “what, hm? you want someone to see you in this state? ‘want someone to catch me breeding my pretty pregnant wife in my office?— mm.. seems like y’do.. look at how much you’re sucking me in.”

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

— “oh? someone’s moody today.. did i do something wrong, sweetheart? you know i didn’t mean it, c’mon! talk to me.”

LYNEY was one of the main reasons for your constant smiles and giggles throughout the day, your baby isn’t even born yet and he’s already an excellent father! the magician always sits down and chats with you, chatting about all sorts of things. what you both can name your baby(s), what magic tricks he can teach to them, how adorable they’ll look in clothes he bought for them.. he’s excited to be a father and he makes that clear! he spreads the news to lynette and freminet, and sometimes he might accidentally spread the news throughout public eyes. i mean, in a positive way! lyney takes great pride in being the father of your kids, he wants you to stay healthy and happy so your pregnancy goes smoothly, that’s all he wants. lyney’s touch is always so gentle.. caressing you like you were a mere piece of glass he had to protect.. there was something about his touch that just never fails to make you squirm, he’s good with his hands, of course you know that.. he’s just so gentle with you in many ways possible, it drives you absolutely insane sometimes.

“yeah? you like that? hmm.. how about you show me where else you would like me to touch you, go on.” his voice was just as hypnotic as his gaze.. lyney’s lips pressed against your neck as he waited for you to show him. “c’mon, you can do this.” he urged you on, you could feel your hands moving on their own as your hands made their way to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples in between your fingers with your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, sending nothing but deep electric vibrations throughout your body. “l—lyney.. here. i want you to touch me here.” your voice was laced with honey, the magician could’ve sworn he could taste and sense the need and want in your tone, it only made him desire you more. “mm.. we both know that’s not all, sweetheart. show me another, and show me how you want me to touch you there.” your other hand came down slowly, lazily playing with your clit as your body shook at the even the softest touch. lyney hummed against your ear as he pressed his finger gently against your lips, trying to silence you as he gazed down at your swollen belly the blonde magician held you close, pumping two fingers inside your hole, smirking against your skin. “there, there.. good girl. such a good girl for me, are you?”

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

— “alright.. i have this, this and this for you. do you need anything else? still hungry?”

KAVEH is a a good and caring husband.. though sometimes he’s a little too busy, which often frustrates you since he isn’t there to support and be by your side half of the time. honestly, you can’t blame him sometimes, he always comes home late with a shit ton of papers and piles and piles of sketches and drawings he made that day, kaveh’s always busy, you can’t stop or deny that. most of the time, he makes up to you by providing you with the things you like.. like food you’ve been craving! kaveh adores talking to his baby within your belly, always talking about how ‘papa is always there for them’ and how much he loves them. to put it in a more easier way, the young architect considers your pregnancy an absolute blessing, you were sure he kissed the floor and thanked every star in the universe when he found out you were expecting his little one, he was overjoyed! despite his busy tasks, kaveh will be willing to provide you with anything you want. especially pleasure.

“you want me to please you here?” his voice rung in your ears, nodding slowly as you bit your lip. you missed this, you missed him. kaveh had too many rough and difficult schedules already, you missed him and his touch.. you missed everything, but tonight he was gonna give it all. your lashes slowly fluttered open as your hands tightened your grip on his shoulder, kaveh smiled softly, his eyes looking deep into yours with affection. "i’m giving you what you want now, sweet angel.” the architect caressed your thighs as he slowly lifted your dress up and started to caress your stomach. "you’ve certainly become quite attractive with your pregnancy bumps," he whispered softly, smiling warmly before he allowed his urges take over, closing his eyes as his tongue mingled with your folds, giving small kitty licks before pushing himself further into you, savouring your juices. he was slow, yes.. but he wanted to get used to your taste again, flicking his muscle against your sensitive bundles of nerves as he allowed himself to get lost in your taste, palming the bulge through his pants. “let go, lovely. let me claim you once more.”

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄

— “tell me, go on. what do you need? i’m in all ears.”

AL-HAITHAM is a hard individual to read, that’s for sure. sometimes you couldn’t really tell if he was happy about some story you decided to share with him and whatnot, but one thing you do know is that he’s absolutely thrilled about your pregnancy. alhaitham would be lying to himself if he said that the sight of your expanded belly didn’t awaken something in him. he’s always there, helping you around despite how busy he gets sometimes.. he’s calm and collected, sometimes you’d catch him talking to your baby when you’re asleep, talking about how pretty their mama is, and how excited he is to teach them about his own knowledge about this world they’re about to enter, he’s excited for his baby to be born and you know it. well.. maybe a little too exited.

he tried to be gentle, he really did. but you know he can’t resist you when you’re whining and whimpering like this, especially with that beautiful round belly of yours. alhaitham can’t help himself, really. he was needy, needy for you. he needed you and he needed you now. the scribe bit his lip as his large hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you further against him as his cock slid into your cunt so perfectly. alhaitham’s thoughts went blank at the sound of you calling his name in that way, as if you were speaking words of pure music. “mmh.. look at you. look at how good you’re taking me, even when you’re pregnant you’re still a slut for my cock now, aren’t you?” his hair fell onto his shoulders in wet clumps, “so fuckin’ full, so damn soft. you’re all round and smooth, the perfect body to bear our children." his dick buried myself into your walls, your juices coating it with white, “just like all my other possessions, this body is mine. maybe i should even put my name on it.. so damn perfect, yeah?”

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #wriothesley smut #kaveh smut #wriothesley x reader #lyney smut #alhaitham smut #lyney x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #kisses 4 all of em ! <3

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unboundprompts · 8 months

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Describe writing a panic attack?

Describe someone who has gray eyes?

-> a link for gray eye descriptions: x

How to Write a Panic Attack

Physical Symptoms of a Panic Attack:

pounding or racing heart

sweating

chills

trembling

difficulty breathing

weakness or dizziness

tingly or numb hands

chest pain

stomach pain or nausea

feeling lightheaded

tense muscles

dry mouth

constriction in the chest

feeling like they're being choked

Other Symptoms:

heightened vigilance for danger and physical symptoms

anxious and irrational thinking

a strong feeling of dread, danger or foreboding

fear of going mad, losing control, or dying

feelings of unreality and detachment from the environment

Triggers for a Panic Attack:

something unexpected (ex: a phone call)

a reminder (objects, smells, locations, specific phrases, etc. that can be tied back to a traumatic experience)

stress (from work, a relationship, family, etc. that has been building up)

silence (ex: being alone in a quiet room. The silence can amplify a sense of isolation)

flashbacks (a trigger that causes the person to flash back to a traumatic memory)

out of nowhere (sometimes panic attacks just get triggered by seemingly nothing)

Writing Prompts:

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He couldn't breathe. Oh God, he couldn't breathe and he was going to die.

She knew the panic was building up, but it crashed over her like a tsunami that swept her off her feet. The pull threatened to pull her out to sea and it was all-consuming.

They felt the panic begin to wrap its arms around them like a shadow.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

"Don't touch me-- don't touch me!"

Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.

"It's okay. You're safe."

An icy hand had reached through their ribcage and was squeezing their heart. They couldn't breathe and they didn't know what to do to regain their breath.

"My chest hurts. It hurts."

"I can't!"

They were a crumpled heap, stowed away in the corner as tears streamed down their face.

She felt like she was on a boat out at sea, the room swaying and adding to the nausea that was washing over her.

He felt like he was having a heart attack.

They gasped for air but each breath felt shallower than the last.

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, beating like a panicked drum to the rhythm of her fear.

He felt like he was standing on the edge of a building.

They couldn't move. It was like someone was holding down their limbs, the panic rendering them utterly frozen.

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