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huhniebowl · 1 year

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Guilty Pleasure

Elliot x Reader

Warnings: S M U T

a/n: the long and awaited smut is now here...this is what y’all really wanted huh?

i hope you all enjoy this, probably one of my favorite pieces :P

“We—ah shouldn’t be doing t-this.” You stutter in his ear when the tip of his tongue flicks at your nipple. Elliot feels your thighs try to jerk close as they sit on either side of his lap, the muscles trembling against the fabric of his jeans.

Your sweater is bunched up over your chest and rests on the crown of Elliot’s head—chest heaving as you wrap your arms around his neck and cradle the back of his head to pull him closer, lips now sucking on your perky tit.

“Elliot, please, you have a girl—fuck!” Your head lolls back when he snaps his hips up, cock hard enough through his jeans to put delicious pressure on your clit through your sweatpants.

“You talk too damn much,” He mutters into the underside of your chin. He quickly moves his hands up from your ass and into the arch in your back, keeping you from leaning onto the horn. A Range in an empty parking lot at two in the morning, already raises enough suspicion.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He says, slowly moving his hips against yours, “What she doesn't know can’t hurt her.”

Yes, Elliot is aware, that’s probably the shittiest thing he could say and do to another woman, but he can’t help who he yearns for. You’re just everything Jules isn’t. You tempt him without trying, without knowing. If your signs were more evident from the beginning, Elliot could swear right away, that he’d been fucking you rather than Jules. No shame in it at all.

Jules wouldn’t have been a thought, a name that crossed his mind. He had to settle for someone that wasn’t you. And now? Now things are complicated as a result. Now you both are participating in one of the worst betrayals, but you can’t find it in yourselves to care. Not when the object of your desire, the guilty pleasure you’ve both been wanting for months, is finally within reach.

You don’t try to protest much after that; your will to leave wasn’t that strong from the beginning. Instead, you channel all your focus on Elliot and nothing else. Your hands pull his hoodie up from his jeans, fingers running over the dips and ridges on his stomach and chest before settling on his collarbone to take the hoodie off.

Leaning back on his lap, cautious of the horn, you stare down at him, your hair curling at the forehead and lips swollen—sweater falling back down, crumpled, over your torso. God, he can’t wait to fucking destroy you.

Your eyes follow the ink up his arms. The single copper street lamp in the lot acts as a projector for the rain pelting the window, casting a show on the two of you and emitting just enough light for you to see each other.

“Looking so fucked out already, and we haven't even started,” Elliot breathes, “Am I that good?” You groan and press down on his cock, getting impatient. He jolts at the unexpected pressure, your fingers making quick work of his belt buckle.

You throw the metal clasp apart and unzip his jeans, dancing your fingertips over his abdomen—biting the inside of your cheek when he clenches under your feather touches.

“What do you want me to do, Elly?” You mouth at his neck, fingers nipping at his boxers, and now and then brushing over the apparent tent in the cotton.

You feed off praise, orders, and reactions. That realization alone slaps Elliot into a daze, his cock twitching at the thought of you bending in any way he orders you to just so you could please him. He’s going to have so much fun with you.

He spreads his legs further apart and rolls his hips up, peering up at you with hooded lids, lips parted with heavy breathes. Without a word, the anticipation rolling off in waves, Elliot wraps his larger hand around yours—the size difference-making his mouth dry—and slips them down his boxers.

All while keeping eye contact with you, he squeezes your hands around his cock and hisses. He watches you tremble on his lap. The feeling of your clit pulsing on his thigh, gives him all the affirmation he needs to keep going.

“I want you,” he starts,“To keep your hand just like this, and work my cock up and down.” Your eyes stay on his. Top lip twitching.

“Like this?” You whisper, moving your hand just as he instructed, twisting and turning. Elliot groans and uses his free hand to wrap around the headrest, situating himself.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” At the praise, your nipples harden through your sweater. Once again, the buds yearn for some type of relief, and Elliot holds back a chuckle at how sensitive you are.

“Fuck Elliot.” You whimper, your conjoined hands picking up speed. You reach down with your free hand and pull his boxers further down. His heart stutters when you shake your hand from out under his and instead wrap it around his tip to run your thumb over the slit—jerking him faster.

“Mhm, like that, baby. Doing so well for me.” He rasps, arching off the seat and lolling his neck back against the headrest. He grinds up into your fist, his moans the hottest sound, and you feel your pussy leak another glob of arousal.

You keep your eyes on his face, on his reactions. His tiny whimpers.

“Shit, baby. Please don’t stop.” God, this felt so right, you couldn’t help but feel like he was meant for you. That you’re the only one deserving to see him like this. Feel him like this.

Lost in the feeling of everything you, Elliot gasps when you suddenly press your lips on his collarbone, peppering kisses up his throat before biting down on the spot under his ear. A bruise sucked on his skin and the pleasure shooting right to his cock.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Stop.” He shakily tries to push you back, the only place he wants to cum is inside you. Nowhere else. But you being the eager slut you are, keen to see him fall apart, doesn’t listen, instead picking up your pace and sucking another bruise on his neck.

Disobedient.

Elliot grips the back of your head by your hair, and with his other hand, yanks your wrist away—squeezing it tightly.

“I told you to stop.” He mutters, eyeing your frazzled state. Poor baby, you haven’t gotten any relief.

“I bet your pussy is soaking right now. Clit swollen and sticky, aching for my tongue.”

“Yes, please.” You mewl, trying to tug his hand into your sweats. Elliot tuts at your disability to listen and pulls his hand away from your wrist to wrap it around your throat.

“Do you think you deserve my mouth on your pussy? After that stunt you pulled? You really think you deserve it? Hm?”

Your eyes gloss over, pleading, begging him for something. Anything.

“Please?” You whisper, hands shaking at your side. That’s the only word you could utter. He dwindled you down into a pleading mess. A whimpering, begging whore. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t loving every second of it. Elliot tilts his head to the side in false thought, eyes raking over every inch of your flushed face. He wants to remember you like this.

“Come on. You can do much better than that.” He pouts and uses the hand that was once gripping your hair to press down on your clit through your sweats.

Tears build at your waterline, threatening to spill when you buck up. The night was nowhere near over, but you’re already feeling neglected. You just wanted him to relieve you, preferably by being stuffed with his cock, but this will have to do until he was done playing with you. You could do it. You waited this long for him. You could be good for him. You will be good for him.

“I’ll do anything, Elliot, anything. Please touch me. Fuck me, something.” You cry, “I’ll be good for you, I promise.” Elliot grins a Cheshire cat-like grin, loving how much he dumbed you down to the point where your thought process is nothing but him.

“There we go, baby, now was that so hard?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, reaching down to the side of his seat for the lever and pushing it back.

You tumble on top of him with a yelp but can barely process the new position before he’s tugging off your pants. He tosses them to the side and slaps your bare ass. The sting mixing with the sudden rush of cold air on your skin, makes you tremble. You move to rid your panties, but Elliot slaps your hands away,

“Leave em’. You look so pretty with them on.” He moves to lay down under and nips at your lips, “Now up.”

You don’t waste a second, scrambling up until your clothed pussy is hovering right over his face, hands gripping the back seat headrest. The heat from your pussy radiates over his face, and Elliot blows cool air. He chuckles when your hips buck up.

“So pretty.” He whispers, hooking a finger to pull your panties to the side to place a kiss on your clit. Then another, then he starts languidly making out with your pussy. He’s teasing, his mouth right on your clit but not necessarily focused there.

You whine, mouth open and eyes screwed shut when his mouth works sloppily over you. The sounds make your stomach clench, but it’s just not enough. And Elliot knows, it’s not enough.

“Come on!” You moan impatiently, knuckles turning white against the seat. Elliot chuckles and pulls your panties fully off your legs. He sticks his tongue out, wraps his arms around each of your thighs, then pulls you down on his tongue.

“Ride my face,” He mumbles against your pussy, and you immediately start grinding your hips.

Your hands get clammy against the leather, and the lewd sounds of Elliot slurping you up echo throughout the car. You’re not sure what you're begging for anymore, Elliot’s name chanting past your lips like a prayer.

He has a pattern that he keeps up, sucking on your clit, before twisting his way between your folds, then sticking his tongue out and curving the end up firmly for you to ride on. It’s all too much, the white-hot coil tightening in your abdomen quicker than you would like. Your thighs start to shake again, and you're clenching around nothing, hips picking up speed. Elliot groans into you, tongue breaking pattern to trace each letter of his name.

Your face is pressed harshly against the headrest, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you yell.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum!” And right when your coil was going to snap, right when you swear you could see the end of your sweet release, Elliot twists your thighs off his face and over his shoulders—flipping them sideways and fully propelling you into the backseat. You lay there dumbfounded, both too confused and aggravated from a neglected orgasm.

“What the fuck, Elliot?” You curse, watching him crawl over the armrest and situate himself in the seat next to you. Boxers and jeans gone.

“Did you really think I would let you cum that easily?” He arches an eyebrow. “After the shit you pulled?” His nose, down to his chin gleam with your juices.

He notices your stare and flicks his tongue out, licking his lips and around his mouth. Making a show out of it.

“Mhm, so sweet.” He downright moans, and you shiver. The entire thing was nasty, obscene. And you wanted, needed more. He pats his thighs, and you immediately climb on top of his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck again, and pulling him down so his lips hover over yours.

“You gonna fuck me now?” You whisper against them, his hot breath fans over your face when he lets out a soft “Fuck.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He muses against your lips, “Want me to claim your pretty pussy as mine?” He reaches down between your bodies and presses two fingers on your clit, rubbing slow circles.

“Look at that, you’re trembling over just my fingers.” Your thighs jerk close when he slips two of them inside, breath caught.

“Elly please. Need you inside. Wanna ride you.” Elliot laughs, pulls his fingers out and taps your lips. You open like the good girl your are for him and suck on his fingers, tasting yourself.

“Such a slut for me aren’t you?” He grins, and pats your thigh for you to lift up so he can line himself with your pussy. With his hands now on your hips, he guides you down to his cock. His thighs tensing at the porn-worthy moan you let out at the feeling of finally being full. Elliot has to resit the urge of fucking you dumb when he looks up to see you dazed. Hips slowly moving to build up a rhythm.

“Go on and show me why it should’ve been you from the beginning.”

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Safest with You - Ch. 1 (The Coffeeshop)

1.4K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A handsome stranger helps you out with an unfortunate situation at the coffeeshop before work.

Warnings: None? I guess some jerk yells at a cute old lady 😢 so a wee bit of protective Din as well. (No smut, just a meet cute! Gonna be a slow burn, folks!)

A/N: Finally, I'm doing it! This is the start of the Modern AU I'm trying to build; Din is a retired mob enforcer for the Fett family, but they still call him in periodically when they need his strategic know how and/or extra muscle. He never says no - they're his family 🥹 For this meet cute, he's on a job downtown; I say they're in the financial district because I imagine Reader working in a corporate office with a finance related job she loves (she has a methodical mind!), but it’s not really important so you can imagine any office job 😊. There's no implied age gap, so I consider her as either well established or rising in her career. In other words, she's an independent woman and don't need no man 😂

Also I always use this super cute heart divider by @saradika (thank you!)

Series Masterlist

It’s crazy busy in this coffee shop. Not unexpected of course; the local chain has some of the best coffee in the city, and this particular location is its only one in the downtown financial district. Everyone, including yourself, was here to get their caffeine fix before heading into the office for the day.

Well, not everyone, you smile to yourself. The little old lady in front of you doesn’t seem to be in any rush at all; you overhear her ordering her cappuccino in a ‘for here’ mug and a slice of coffee cake “as a treat”, and you’re glad someone, at least, will be having a nice leisurely morning. When she’s finished at the till, you order and pay for your latte, then make your way to the waiting area where several other patrons are awaiting their orders.

“Ice Quad Espresso in a Venti cup, extra ice and six shots!”

Whoa. That’s a drink, you chuckle to yourself. Someone must be preparing for a whole ass day. You look up to see who might collect that caffeine bomb, and can’t help but admire the tall, broad-shouldered stranger who’s flashing the barista a devastatingly handsome smile and a nod of thanks. Maybe it’s your own lack of caffeine, but you might be gawking a little at the way his wavy dark hair is peppered with grey (a few stray curls seem to stick out in the cutest way possible) and start to think it would be soft to run your hands through. The fluffy hair matches nicely with his salt and pepper facial hair, neat but not perfectly trimmed, which for some reason you think suits him – he doesn’t look like he has to try very hard to look so adorable. You’re snapped out of your daze when three more orders are called out in rapid succession, including your own and the little old lady’s. Both of you, as well as a thin man in an ill-fitting grey suit approach the coffee bar to collect your drinks. You were the closest, so you reach the counter first, collect your latte and step back to allow room for the others. The thin man, however, apparently can’t wait and rushes forward to try and push past the old lady, just as she is turning around to look for a seat. You watch in horror as they crash directly into each other and the old lady’s porcelain mug spills the entirety of its contents on the man before falling to the ground and shattering. Shocked by the sudden impact, the thin man then flails out his arms, knocking both the old lady and her plate off balance, the latter slipping from her grasp and breaks on the ground as well. Rushing forward, you help steady the old lady with one hand on her back and letting her grip your other arm. Thankfully, you’re able to hold her steady and not drop your own drink. “Are you okay?”, you ask. Shaking a bit, the old lady nods, “Yes, dear.”

“You fucking bitch!”

Shocked, you look up and see the thin man glaring at the old lady while using his free hand to uselessly try and brush away the coffee that is dripping down the front of his suit jacket. From the corner of your eye, you see the profile of the handsome Quad Ice man as he takes one step forward to intervene, but you beat him to the punch. “Excuse you? You don’t fucking talk to her like that!”, you say with a bite to your tone. How dare this effing guy?

“Look at this fucking mess! She ruined my suit!”

“I’m sor-”, you hear the old lady start to say, so you place a reassuring hand on her arm, hopefully conveying that she doesn’t have to apologize to this neanderthal. Stepping between the two of them, you look directly at the jerk and extend an accusing finger in his direction, “It was an accident! Which wouldn’t have happened if you had just waited your turn.”

“I’m in a hurry! Some of us have very important meetings to get to. And now the meeting is completely ruined because of this fucking mess!”

This guy. You roll your eyes. “If the people you work with don’t respect you because of a little bit of coffee on your clothes then you have much bigger problems.” And with that, you’re done with him, turning and crouching down to help the old lady who has unnecessarily started to try and clean the mess.

Your back is turned, so you don’t know if the thin man tried to approach or if he had started to say something, but you hear a deep, rich voice from above say with quiet authority, “You owe both these women an apology.” Looking up, you see the the imposing figure of the Quad Ice stranger standing over you and the old lady, almost protectively, shielding you both from the thin man’s view. The hand not holding his crazy drink order is clenched in a tight fist; his hands are huge and you can see a scars of varying sizes and age littered over his knuckles. You know without a doubt that this man knows how to fight. There’s a energy radiating from the man towering above you; you don’t know how to explain it, but it doesn’t feel dangerous? Instead, it feels warm and you instinctively know you’re safer having him there.

Regardless, you don’t want this cute old lady’s morning ruined any further so you decide it’s better to diffuse. Touching his clenched fist and smiling softly when you have Quad Ice’s attention, you let him know to let it go, “It’s really okay. Do you mind grabbing me a few napkins?” His gaze down on you is soft, yet still protective; however, he takes his cue from your expression and lets the thin man leave, before bringing you a stack of paper napkins and squatting down to help.

“You shouldn’t have to help, dear.”

You give the old lady’s arm a gentle squeeze to wave off her concern, and you and Quad Ice start carefully picking up pieces of porcelain and putting down napkins to soak up the spilled coffee. You reach over and put your hand gently over his, “Careful, it’s sharp.” He gives you a smile and nods.

Finally, a staff member comes over with a mop and lets the three of you know you don’t need to clean up any more and gives thanks.

As Quad Ice goes to throw away the porcelain pieces you’ve been collecting in a napkin, the old lady exclaims, “Oh no! My dear, I got you too!” You look down and see that you do indeed have a giant coffee stain near the hem of your skirt. Oops! You don’t want her to feel bad though, “Oh, it’s okay! I've done worse. Don’t worry, I have a very friendly dry cleaner.” You try your best let her know you’re not bothered, but the old lady still looks devastated.

“Come now, let’s make sure you get your morning treat.” To distract her, you gently steer the old lady back to the till and order another cappuccino and coffee cake for her. You absolutely insist on paying, hoping to help make up for the terrible morning she’s had so far. She tries to argue, but the kind barista lets you both know it’s on the house and then that’s that. After you've walked the old lady to the waiting area, you look at your phone, and realize you need to leave if you’re going to make the first meeting of your day, “Here’s where I have to leave you! I hope your day gets much better from here.”

The old lady gives you her sincerest thanks, but you’re still somewhat reluctant to leave her. From behind you, a familiar voice says in a comforting tone, “I’ll make sure she’s okay.” You turn around to see that Quad Ice hasn’t left and is giving you a warm smile, as if he knows how worried you still are and wants to put your mind at ease. The little old lady is now nodding reassuringly at you as well, and with that, you give the handsome stranger’s forearm a light squeeze as a thanks and you say good bye to them both.

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As you take your first sip of coffee while sitting down to your meeting, you can’t help but recall the stranger’s deep chocolate brown eyes and the warmth they exuded in that last look he gave you and you wish you at least knew his name.

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin x you #modern au #no y/n

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rengokuswif3 · 2 years

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Class 1-A Reacting to Playing 7 Minutes in Heaven with Their Crush

A/N: For future reference, these are everyone in Class 1-A that I will write for. I’m sorry I don’t write for Midoriya I JUST CANT GET INTO HIM. Didn’t include Momo or Uraraka but I do write for them! Just got tired and repetitive writing this

Shoto Todoroki

⁃ He seems just as calm as ever when Mina draws his and your name out of the hat. Despite some teasing from some of the boys, he keeps his composure and opens the closet door for you

⁃ He totally makes it super awkward, like he just calmly stares at you and you fidget under his eyes

⁃ “What are we supposed to do?”

⁃ “O-Oh! Well, Uh…usually people kiss and stuff but we don’t have to do that!”

⁃ “I see. Do you not want to?”

⁃ Boy is clueless and makes you flustered without even realizing it

Katsuki Bakugo

⁃ As soon as he sees your name drawn from the hat, he yells that this game is stupid and he’s not playing

⁃ But Kirishima and Kaminari know he’s been crushing hard on you since the two of you were paired together for training, so they drag his ass over to the closet and lock him in with you

⁃ He’s banging on the door and screaming threats at them all, meanwhile you’re standing in the tight space right behind him

⁃ Eventually he gives up yelling at those bastards, and crosses his arms and glares down at you. Because apparently that was his way of being appealing-

Tenya Iida

⁃ His heart skips a beat when his name is pulled with yours, but those are the rules of the game and he already agreed to the conditions!

⁃ So he doesn’t fight going in with you, but he’s stiff as ever once inside. He’s standing up completely straight with his arms tightly at his sides, a blush on his face that he was glad you couldn’t see due to the lack of light

⁃ He’s literally sweating waiting for the clock to run out. He knows traditionally people kiss while in the closet, but dude is so stiff and awkward if you said anything you were afraid he’d snap in two

Eijiro Kirishima

⁃ BBY BOY

⁃ He’s trying not to show it, but he is so giddy and happy when Mina pulls his name after she pulled yours

⁃ She gives him an encouraging smile and two thumbs up as he walks past her to the closet, letting you go first because he’s a gentleman like that

⁃ He’s actually brave and bold enough to ask if he can kiss you, to which you happily accept cause D U H

⁃ Kaminari totally opens the door a little early to catch you two making out, which Kirishima yells at him for cause THAT WASN’T VERY MANLY, GIVE HIM SOME PRIVACY

Denki Kaminari

⁃ Oh boy. Dude is grinning from ear to ear, he’s not even trying to hide it. Winks at you from across the room as he makes his way towards the closet, fist bumping Kirishima and Sero along the way

⁃ As SOON as that closet door shuts, he’s initiating his flirting

⁃ “So babe, wanna get this show on the road? I don’t mean to brag, but the ladies love these lips of mine~”

⁃ But then when you kiss him he accidentally shocks you, cause he talks a big game but is actually flustered when you kiss him first

⁃ When the times up, he walks out of the closet all dazed and giddy looking like a damn fool as usual

Sero Hanta

⁃ He’s chill, he’s suave, he’s got this!

⁃ Spoiler alert, no he doesn’t

⁃ Makes an absolute fool of himself while stuck in there with you. Probably falls and knocks shit over, and trips and accidentally smacks your heads together on his fall down

⁃ He’s trying to apologize but dude is so nervous and flustered already, but you just giggle cause it’s actually kind of cute

Mezo Shoji

⁃ HE FEELS REALLT BAD CAUSE DUDE IS SO BIG HE TAKES UP MOST OF THE SPACE AND YOU’RE SQUISHED AGAINST HIM

⁃ Feels ashamed and embarrassed about it, he thinks he’s annoying you and frustrating you

⁃ But truth is you always thought he was really sweet and kind, so you didn’t mind being practically caged between all his arms

⁃ If you want to kiss, you have to intimate it cause poor BBY is too scared you’ll reject him or call him gross or something

Ojiro Mashirao

⁃ Oh this man is so flustered and nervous, poor dudes shaking like a leaf cause he’s both excited and dreading this

⁃ He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all so he’s trying to keep as far away from you as possible. Then he worries you’ll think he doesn’t like you so he kind of relaxes

⁃ Time is going so slow, he’s trying to find the courage to say something but HE IS SO NERVOUS RN

Tokoyami Fumikage

⁃ Acts super nonchalant and like he doesn’t care, but he also kinda sucks at hiding when he’s shocked

⁃ So when your name is pulled out after his, his eyes go wide and he tries to play it off and say he’s just not interested in playing to begin with, but some of the guys shove him towards the closet anyways

⁃ Obviously dude has a beak and can’t kiss, so he’s just got his arms crossed and leans against the opposite side of the closet from you

⁃ Then Dark Shadow pipes up loudly and HE IS SO EMBARRASSED AS HE YAPS ABOUT TOKOYAMI WANTING THIS TO HAVE HAPPENED, which makes you giggle cause you find it really cute honestly

Mina Ashido

⁃ She is SO EXCITED

⁃ She’s not very subtle at all, grabs your hand and practically runs to the closet, all with a huge happy smile on her face

⁃ “This is gonna be great! Is it okay if I kiss you? Cause I wanna kiss you!”

⁃ She’s getting right to the point, okay? She doesn’t want to waste any time cause she was hoping she’d draw your name with hers

Kyoka Jirou

⁃ Oh she’s super nervous, her face is bright red and she’s fidgeting with her earphone jacks like she always does when she’s nervous

⁃ As soon as you’re both inside the closet, she’s very quiet and all you hear is her aux jacks clicking together

⁃ You have to initiate any sort of interaction with her, poor girl is too panicky to do anything about it. She’ll feel more comfortable as you two continue to talk, she’ll slowly relax and gain a bit of confidence

#class 1a x reader #bnha #my hero acedamia #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #denki kaminari x reader #sero hanta x reader #tenya iida x reader #mezo shoji x reader #ojiro mashirao x reader #tokoyami fumikage x reader #mina ashido x reader #kyoka jirou x reader

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Ghostface!Shauna drabble

The hold that Ghostface had on Wiskayok was undeniable. The very mention of her name struck fear into everyone you knew. How could it not? Ghostface seemed to be unstoppable, and nothing the police did seemed to slow her down any.

You weren't sure what to think about Ghostface yourself. You knew she had been the perpetrator of some of the most violent murders to ever grace the town of Wiskayok, but you had had some… Interesting interactions with her yourself.

You'd nearly played victim to Ghostface in several different chases, but she always seemed to disappear just as he would have caught up with you. You knew you couldn't honestly out run her, no one could after all. Her immense speed is what made her such a dangerous killer; No one lived after she decided to kill them, no one but you.

it didn't quite make sense to you, but you had an odd feeling that she was letting you escape. almost as if the pleasure was in chasing you and terrorizing you, and not in the act of killing you itself. you had gotten particularly brave, you'd admit, after several of these encounters.

…

As she chases you through your house you finally have enough of it and turn to sock her right in the jaw, sending her sprawling out on the kitchen floor in a daze. You dive for the knife she dropped on the floor and just manage to get your fingers around it before she snaps himself out of it. She reaches for the knife but you knock her hand away and manage to straddle her as you hold the knife up to her throat.

You slowly pull the mask over her head with your other hand only to be met by the sight of your sweet and doting girlfriend staring up at you in a mix of awe and hunger.

“It was you?” You ask softly in disbelief, in a voice so quiet you might as well have just thought it. Louder you repeat, “You were the one that's been doing this to me this entire time?” You stare down at her with an undeniably hurt expression, the betrayal stinging harder than anything you've ever felt before.

Shauna was your rock, she was your person. You dreamt of a quiet life spent married to her. She'd spent many a night comforting you as you sobbed over what she apparently had been doing to you all along. Your grip on the knife tightens as your mind runs wildly through your memories, trying to piece together these two sides of her.

“Hey, hey. No no no no.” She says panickedly. She's using the same tone she uses when she realizes she's fucked up, like the time she'd forgotten your birthday and tried desperately to convince you otherwise. You stare down at her in utter disbelief; She wasn't even going to take this seriously?

“I Love you. I would never hurt you” She promises. “Always stopped before I caught you, you know that.” You watch her silently, unsure how to even begin. You begin to hear the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance, obviously her little escapade hadn't gone entirely unnoticed by your neighbors.

Your fingers tighten around the handle of the knife as you bring it closer to her neck, blood welling around the edge of it as you cut her shallowly. You bring the knife away and drop it next to her. “You should go.” You say finally. “Before they get here.”

She nods wildly with wide eyes and a manic grin. She grabs the knife and stands up in one fluid motion. She rushed forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips then slips the mask on as she vaults back out the window. You open the door for the police a few minutes later, no worse for wear.

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You walk into school the next day with Lottie hanging off of your arm, listening carefully to your every word. She'd been your closest friend for years and you'd started leaning heavily on her for support since the whole thing started. You see Shauna standing by your locker waiting for you. The second she sees you she grins widely and shyly waves at you. Lottie watches the interaction carefully and turns to you.

“Y/N,” She whispers. “Look at her jaw. You said you punched him in the jaw before you got away right? She has a bruise.” You look back at Shauna. She was, in fact, sporting quite a large bruise across her face. The corners of your lips quirk smugly, glad to have gotten her back for once.

“No.” You murmur softly. “It was definitely the other side. Shauna probably just got into another fight.” Lottie nods slowly.

“If you're sure.” She says finally, not sure if she believes you or not.

You squeeze her hand in goodbye and separate to walk over to Shauna. “Hey,” She says softly, reaching a hand up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. “You look pretty today.”

“You look like someone beat the shit out of you.” You say bluntly. She gives you a wry grin, face twitching in pain as it pulls at her jaw. She still looks gorgeous, even like this. Especially like this, honestly. It wasn't fair.

She leans against your shoulder and says quietly into your ear. “She did. I deserved it though.” You nod in agreement. “It was really hot though.” She adds as she pulls away.

You reach forward to cup a hand under her chin. You press your thumb gently into the bruise on her face and she groans quietly in pain. “Okay.” You say, leaning in to kiss her.

You pull back after a long moment. “I can work with this.” You say softly against her lips, causing her to grin in response. She puts her hands against your hips and pulls you closer against her.

…

You smile as you hear the sound of knuckles rapping against your window. You rush over to open it, pulling under Shauna's arms to get her in faster. She laughs up at you from the floor after you pull just a little too hard. She stands up quickly and rests her hands on the sides of your face as she pulls you in for a kiss. You groan exaggeratedly as she pulls back, holding her hand up between the two of you.

You glance pointedly at her blood soaked hands, already imagining what they've done to your face. You sigh in exasperation as she grins proudly at you. “You look good covered in blood.” She says with a shrug.

#yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader

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d1xonss · 5 months

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Desert Rose

Chapter 15 ~ Heart attack

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 4.2k

In this chapter ~ All hell seems to break loose upon Daryl's striking return back to the farm, injured and limping, mistaken for a walker in the distance. In a fit of impatience when Andrea fires a shot towards the figure, they all quickly realized who it really was. And Rose wasn't planning to let her off the hook so easily.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ DARYL POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I didn't know how long I had been passed out cold with the freezing water running all over me, but the bolt in my side was beginning to grow unbearable.

I almost didn't quite remember how it all happened, briefly recalling the horse I was riding getting startled by something I couldn't spot by its feet. Then the animal sent me flying down the small hill and into the ravine, one of my bolts somehow managing to pierce through my skin. The pain mixed with the adrenaline and heat apparently caused me to black out for however long as I slowly began to bleed out.

I tried to sit back up with a loud groan leaving my lips, but the world immediately started to spin and I felt myself laying my head back down in an attempt to steady my breathing. I tried not to panic, but I needed to get up, and soon, otherwise I could pass out again and who knows if anyone would find me all the way out here.

A snap of a branch is what caught my attention, making my eyes snap back open as I immediately assumed it was a walker, so I sat up a little too quickly to check my surroundings. With my head spinning and my vision blurring, I couldn't see nor hear anything close by. Sighing heavily to myself, I rested my head back again, preparing myself to try and stand up.

But then I heard rustling coming from just a few feet to my right, now knowing for sure I wasn't alone as the sound didn't die down. I pushed my body to try and sit up, looking at the danger I would be face to face with, but I grew so tired that I couldn't find the strength.

A sudden shadow then hovered over me and blocked the sun from my vision, causing me to squint my eyes to try and get a better look, my eyes struggling to focus on the figure. It only took a few seconds to register, but once it did, I could've sworn it was all a dream.

Rose stood tall right in front of me, waving her hand in front of my eyes to try and get me to look at her, her face full of concern.

"Daryl?" she asked.

Her voice echoed loudly around me as I studied her and tried to figure out what the hell she was doing here, but then I noticed she looked a little different. She didn't have any bandages around her anymore, and the cuts on her face from Ed that weren't quite healed yet, were now completely gone. She was almost glowing. Almost unreal.

"Daryl, hey, stay with me." she spoke in a soft voice as she eyed the arrow still painfully in my side.

I grunted as my chest heaved up and down rapidly, "M' okay." I managed to breathe.

She scoffed, "You have an arrow in your side, you're not okay." she insisted.

"I'll be alright," I said, still slightly in a daze, "What the hell are ya doin here?" I asked her.

"I'm here to keep an eye on you."

"Nah...ya shouldn't be worrying bout me, ya should be restin back at the house." I said.

She then started to laugh a little as she tilted her head at me, "You think I'm real?"

I squinted my eyes as I looked at her again, trying to figure out what was happening to me. She seemed like she was really here, but I had also lost a lot of blood and had been out in the baking sun for hours. Her appearance looked perfect, almost too perfect, but then again I've always thought she looked perfect.

"Yer not really here?" I asked her, not even trying to hide my disappointment.

She then stepped towards me and got down onto my level, lifting her hand to place it delicately on my cheek. I flinched at first, almost questioning what she was doing as her touch felt so unreal to me. But eventually I found myself closing my eyes at the soft feeling, leaning more into her touch. How could I not? She was always so warm and welcoming it was hard to resist. Like she had me under some type of spell.

"No honey, I'm not." she answered, "Now come on, you have to wake up. Come back to us." she almost pleaded.

My heartbeat quickened at the unexpected nickname falling from her lips, my mouth parting to respond. But before I could even get the chance, I heard more rustling in the trees, and she turned her head as well like she heard it too. She then turned back to give me one last long look before removing her hand and began to stand up, walking away from me completely.

"Wait, don't go." I said softly.

She just turned around and gave me a small smile, "I'm not going anywhere...I'll be waiting." she promised.

As soon as she breathed those last words, my attention was pulled away from her immediately as the sound of a walker came from just inches behind my head. Reality coming back to hit me in the face.

I mustered all the strength I had to pull myself up and tried desperately to find my crossbow to kill it, looking around frantically in the water but I didn't have enough time. Then I remembered- the knife that Rose gave me. I still had it.

I reached down for it, pulling it out quickly and took down the walker clumsily, falling down right along with it as my body suddenly felt a lot heavier. My back hit the ground again with a loud slam as I breathed in and out deeply, trying to find whatever strength I had left to make it back to the farm.

But I felt myself get tired once more, a wave of exhaustion hitting me and keeping me firmly planted on the ground. My eyes remained shut as my head continued to spin, now finally processing the fact that I hallucinated Rose to be standing right in front of me. Why the hell was I imagining her here? I had no idea, but I knew I needed to get back to the farm to see everyone...to see her. I missed the feeling of her touch, even if it was truly all in my head.

Good Lord, what was this woman doing to me?

I then slowly pushed myself up again with a groan, starting to get up to gather my things, including Sophia's doll I had somehow found along the way, trying so hard to stay awake. But that's when I heard yet another familiar voice that made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Why don't you just pull the arrow out dummy?"

I glanced up again in disbelief to see Merle standing above me with a cocky smile and a hand on his hip. Great.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ROSE POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A few hours had passed before I finally found a good stopping point on the painting, putting away the watercolors as I planned to let the paper dry for a while. Eventually I found myself wandering back towards the RV, wanting to find a safe place for the artwork and hopefully to find something quick to eat. I instantly saw Dale sitting on one of the fold out chairs just in front of the vehicle, sending him a small smile as I approached.

"Hey Dale, do we have anything to snack on here?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah, I think we have some granola bars if you want one?" he replied.

I nodded my head and he moved up from his seat to head inside, grabbing a few for the two of us. He came back out with three of them in his hands and sat back down, patting the space next to him as an invitation. I gladly took a seat in the empty chair and we began to talk quietly as he passed me the food he brought out.

Andrea was on top of the RV, keeping watch for walkers and would occasionally join in on our small talk. It was nice, especially after all the chaos that seemed to follow us wherever we went. Somehow I felt we needed this in a way. We only began to get lost in the conversation, talking about anything under the sun for however long until Dale hit me with a statement I didn't quite expect.

"So Rose, you never really talked about what your life was like before all of this."

I visibly paused, not exactly knowing how to respond and he caught on quicker than I imagined as he shook his head, "Oh, I'm sorry you don't have to-"

"No, no it's okay," I assured, "But to be honest there isn't a whole lot to say. I grew up in Ohio and lived there for most of my life, working as an undercover cop. I didn't have a lot of friends or family...just mainly focusing on work as it never seemed to slow down. To be honest, I don't really miss anything about it."

His face drastically dropped as he seemed to instantly regret bringing it up in the first place, "I'm so sorry." he spoke sincerely.

I waved him off, "No, please don't be. It only took the end of the world for it to happen, but I think I've finally found my people." I winked.

He smiled at that but before he could say anything else, Andrea's frantic scream interrupted him.

"Walker!" she suddenly yelled.

My eyes snapped to where she was looking, my eyes narrowing in the distance only to see there was one lone walker coming at us, miles away it seemed like as it was across the large fields. I had to really squint to make out the shape of it, but I still managed to see it slowly limping closer towards us. Upon hearing Andrea's warning, a few of the men rushed over to see for themselves just how close it was.

"Just the one?" Rick asked.

She nodded before suddenly pulling out a riffle, "I bet I can nail it from here."

"No, don't shoot we can handle this." he said to her with an extended hand.

The woman rolled her eyes at him, silently watching as the guys took off in a sprint towards the thing. Though they only made it about halfway across the field before I heard a gun being loaded from right above my head. My gaze snapped up to see Andrea getting down on her stomach on top of the RV, holding the gun close to her face as she aimed.

"Andrea don't." Dale said from beside me.

"Shut up Dale." she hissed.

I rolled my eyes, "Look how far away that thing is, if anything you're going to hit one of the guys, just back off." I tried.

But she ignored me completely though I didn't miss the scoff she let out under her breath, continuing to stall for a few more seconds as she lined up her target. Before she eventually fired the gun as Dale and I watched the walker fall to the ground like a rock.

The three of us watched in anticipation as I could feel the smugness radiating off of Andrea, before suddenly my blood ran cold.

Rick's head whipped back towards us as he yelled "NO!" at the top of his lungs, so loud we could hear it from miles and miles away.

Something was wrong, and without another thought I found myself sprinting towards them to see what happened, ignoring the pain I felt around my middle. It seemed like I couldn't get there fast enough, the twisted feeling in my stomach of anxiety and worry were beginning to overpower me the closer I got. But I still desperately needed to know.

As I finally approached the scene, I saw Rick and Shane holding the walker up, both having an arm around it as they carried it through the grass. It wasn't until I got closer when I realized...it was Daryl. Except he looked awful, covered in mud and his own blood with what looked to be a wound on his left side. And now a fucking shot to the head.

I stood frozen in my spot thinking he was dead, before I heard his familiar voice mutter, "I was kiddin."

Just hearing him speak sent a wave of relief through me, but we still needed to get him back to the house fast. His injuries that covered his skin looked bad, and would only get worse with time. I then heard rushed and heavy footsteps coming up behind me, knowing exactly who it was as they both seemed to follow me right after I took off. And it took everything in me not to completely lash out at her for her stupidity.

"Oh my God, oh my God, is he dead?" Andrea asked frantically as she didn't stop for anything.

"No, he passed out, you just grazed him." Rick responded angrily as he glared daggers at her, seeming to be just as pissed as I was that she didn't listen in the first place.

I didn't utter a word, nothing coherent would even cross my mind, I just followed behind them as they continued to drag him carefully back to the house. My arms were cross firmly at my chest, watching his now limp, unconscious body being held high by the two men as they walked quickly. I couldn't even begin to describe the utter idiocy Andrea seemed to possess, but she only seemed to outdo herself every time.

"Wait guys, isn't this Sophia's?" T-Dog suddenly asked us while holding up a doll that Daryl had apparently brought back. He did good.

"Yeah." Rick nodded simply before he started walking again.

We finally made our way up to the house and once I saw Daryl made it inside safely, I seemed to lose all the self-control I had left.

I stormed up to Andrea, grabbed her by the back of the neck, kicking her legs out from under her so she fell onto the ground with a loud thud. I never let go of her neck as my hands now maneuvered to the front of her throat as I quickly put my right knee on her chest to keep her from moving.

"Why did you shoot?!" I yelled at her, "Why can't you just fucking listen for once?"

She started to struggle from beneath me, clawing at my arms to get me to let go, but I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back into the ground, knocking the wind out of her before continuing.

"You are so self-absorbed, and don't give a shit about anyone else but yourself. Why did you do it?! To prove to all of us that you're a valuable member of this group? That you actually do something around here?! You're lucky you're a terrible shot because if you weren't, Daryl would be dead, and believe me when I say you would be next." I finished.

She stared at me in shock, stumbling over her words, not knowing what to say as she struggled to steady her breathing. My side was screaming at me as I physically shook in anger, so I finally let her go, standing up to slowly back away from her. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I turned around swiftly to see it was Glenn as he slowly pulled me further away.

But I shoved him off of me, not wanting to be touched or pulled back as if I couldn't handle myself. Dale quickly moved to Andrea's side once I stood farther back, noticing that they were the only two people that witnessed my outburst while everyone else was inside the house. He helped her up by her arms as she was still stunned at my actions, looking up at me with widened eyes.

"Rose you're bleeding." Glenn suddenly said with a sigh as he started to move towards me again.

I glanced down upon hearing that to see blood staining my shirt and I let out a frustrated sigh, before slowly pushing past him to head into the house to find Hershel. My steps were slow as I walked up the stairs, peering up to see the room to my right was being occupied by Daryl who laid unconscious on the bed. Hershel was right as his side, cleaning and stitching him up as Rick and Shane stood in there asking question after question as they watched in anticipation.

I felt a twist in my stomach, quickly pushing it back down as I softly knocked on the door that was open a crack to get their attention. They all turned towards me the second I walked in, eyeing me almost worriedly as I lingered in the threshold.

"Hey...when you're finished with him, could you stitch me back up?" I hesitantly asked him.

The old man gave me a disapproving look before slowly nodding his head, not saying a word as he turned back to work.

"What happened?" Rick asked, looking down at my shirt with concern.

I shrugged, "Just a little argument with Andrea...someone had to put her in her place." I finished before swiftly leaving the room.

The door creaked open to the room I was given as I walked in, sitting down on my bed staring off into space for a while as I processed the wild hare that went up my ass. The truth was, I didn't mean to be so harsh, but she needed to know how easily she could've killed someone today. It didn't seem to register with her, and I needed her to know how serious the situation actually was. She had a bad habit of doing whatever the fuck she wanted, and I was about done with that along with everyone else.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door open again, seeing Hershel coming over to me to stitch me up again. Neither of us said a word as he slowly worked his magic, and the silence was becoming unbearable for me as well as the pain of the needle. He was a little ticked off at me, and I knew that, but the silent treatment was a little immature in my opinion. Although after what felt like forever, Hershel put new bandages on, finally speaking as he finished up.

"I told you not to do anything to physical." he stated.

"I know." I muttered, not meeting his eyes. I felt like I was being scolded by my dad and almost wanted to joke about it to clear the air, but I knew he wouldn't laugh. At least not right now.

"Rose I'm not mad, I just need you to be more careful." he spoke in a much calmer tone. "You can't just do something so exaggerated and expect to heal properly. Please, give yourself a break."

My eyes shifted up to meet his, noticing the genuine concerned look he had on his face, "I will." I promised.

He nodded once and left the room after that, leaving me alone to my thoughts once more. I waited patiently by myself in the silence until I couldn't hear anyone talking out in the hall anymore, before standing up and making my way towards Daryl's room. I wanted to check on him, to actually see him, but not when there were about twelve other people occupying the space too. I didn't really feel like facing the rest of them right now, knowing Dale was practically blabbing to everyone about the things I did.

His door was now shut, and I didn't even know if he was awake, but a part of me didn't care. I just needed to see him. To see that he was actually still breathing as if Hershel forgot to check. I opened the door slowly as it creaked, peering inside to see he was lying on his good side, facing away from the door.

Once he heard the subtle noise from behind his head, he looked over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. But when he registered it was just me, it looked like he relaxed drastically, and I seemed to let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding in.

"Hey," I greeted as I walked over, pulling up a chair to sit beside him.

He gave me a soft, tired smile as his eyes almost struggled to stay open, "Hey."

My eyes scanned over the varies of injuries in concern, "Now it's my turn to ask how you're feeling." I huffed sarcastically.

He chuckled a little, "Yeah, guess so. But m' fine, it's nothin."

"It's not nothing. My God...I could kill Andrea." I muttered as I ran a hand frustratingly over my forehead.

"Yeah," he scoffed, "I think I could too once I get outta here." he joked, but I didn't laugh.

I couldn't help but stare at him, processing how fast we all could've lost him today if Andrea had just aimed a little more to the left. How fast it could've been over in just a split second. How easily you could lose just about anyone in a matter of seconds, all of it hitting me suddenly as I got lost in my mind. His face dropped a little, noticing how serious I became as he sat up a bit straighter.

"Hey, m' fine, okay? I can feel you overthinking from there." he joked again.

This time I cracked a small smile, "I'm not overthinking, I'm actually doing the right amount of thinking. You could've died today...I don't-" I began, but cut myself off suddenly with a sigh.

He raised his eyebrows at me, "Ya don't what?" he asked.

My bottom lip got pulled between my teeth, debating if I should actually say what I wanted to say. "I don't know what I would've done if you died, and left me here alone with the rest of these assholes." I settled with saying.

He scoffed with a shake of his head, "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that to ya" he replied.

"Good." I said simply, before suddenly remembering something, "Oh, hang on one second." I said before leaving the room to find the piece of artwork I had been working on, walking back in a minute later with my sketchbook in hand.

"I started painting the house when you were gone." I stated, showing him the little progress I made as I tilted the page so he could see.

His eyes got wide as he slowly studied it, taking in every single detail that I worked hard at. "This is really good. Didn't know how good ya were." he said.

I felt myself get flustered at the compliment, "Thank you." I said, not being able to meet his eyes.

But I then internally groaned when I remembered I promised Carl I would take him out to practice shooting today. He had come up to me shortly after Maggie and I talked and told me he wanted to learn and Rick apparently had already agreed. It flattered me that he asked in the first place, but I was more than happy to do it. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but now seeing the incident that happened, I found it hard to actually get up and leave.

Though I eventually found the strength, standing up with a sigh, "Well, I have to go. I'll let you rest for a bit before I come and bug you again." I said jokingly.

Closing the sketchbook back up, I stood as I went to walk away, only to be stopped a moment later with his hand grasping my wrist gently. My eyes trailed from his hand to back up to his eyes, seeing the hesitance as his cheeks became pink.

"Do ya have to?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

I smiled and slowly nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry I promised Carl I would take him out to practice shooting. If I would've known you were going to get shot, I could've planned my day a little bit better."

He smiled at my joke, still not letting go of my wrist. "Sorry I messed those plans up."

"Eh it's okay, I'll live." I said with a shrug.

He then looked at me seriously, "So will I." he said.

I couldn't help but just stare at him after he said that, not knowing how to respond. I know we were joking around about it seconds ago, but I was really worried, and he knew that. He saw it. This somehow was his way to promise me that he wasn't going anywhere, and he had no idea how much I appreciated that promise.

I then smiled after a few seconds, "Good." I said again, "I promise I'll be back to check on you later."

"You better." he replied, finally letting go of my arm to I could walk away.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, though I just smiled and nodded before quickly leaving the room and shutting the door behind me. As I walked back down the stairs to meet up with Carl, I found myself replaying his last words a few times in my head just to hear his voice again.

But I rolled my eyes at myself as I scoffed. Good Lord, what was this man doing to me?

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immortalwandererxoxo · 3 months

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It's me, can't you see?

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Reader/Dark urge

Summary/Setting: “You thought they knew and saw you for who you were. The nights around the campfire, the jokes and stories you shared, the rounds of constant checking in on them, it was all for nothing. The hate in their eyes was apparent and set for who could honestly trust a bhaalspawn, and perhaps this was for the best. You thought I’d be free of these urges, these feelings, this life. I’m done; I’ve had enough of all this; how nice your last sight on this plane would be, those jewel-red piercing eyes."

Rating/Warnings: Basically for everyone just get ready to cry your little heart out lol

Word Count: 1,903

A/N: Sooo this is the first fic I've written in a while, so please be gentle with me. Honestly, I just kept thinking about this kind of scenario constantly running through my head. I'll be posting this here and on AO3 if you prefer to read it there as well! Currently, I am writing the second chapter on this. At first, I was going to only do one shot but the ideas just kept growing lol

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It was your birthright; that is what the funny-looking butler has said to you. A gift was to be bestowed upon you, but only if you killed the selunite cleric Isobel… the last hope for last light inn.

Your first encounter with her was tense; even being near her brought on a violent pounding within your skull as if it were to spilt any second; you tried to push past it to focus on the vital information that Isobel was explaining in regards to Moontower, it fell on deaf ears, the roaring in your ears started to get louder, your vision began to darken at the edges, no you thought not now! Your finger began to twitch as if in anticipation of unleashing the same horror that claimed the poor bard Alfira.

You needed to remove yourself now. You quickly mumbled about needing a moment to yourself before sprinting out Isobel room and down the stairs and making your way to the furthest edge of the light barrier to try and gather yourself.

“Breathe, just breathe, please just stop; you silently pleased with just you and your horrid twisted mind. You squeezed your eyes tight, though it seemed to not really matter. In fact, it just made the images appear faster in your mind. Oh, the beautiful ways you could rearrange the limbs of Isobel body, bones snapping, eyes all but gone and left with gaping holes of nothing and filled with nothing, darkness, and hopelessness. The delicious fear of condemning these pathetic souls that cling to life only for it to be snuffed out in an instant just if blowing out a candle. It would be so easy.

The sound of footfalls told you that the others had finished up with the Cleric and had most likely come to see why their leader had run out on them.

“Wretched thing, pull yourself together,” You whispered quickly, trying to dissipate the vile thoughts still wracking your mind and readying yourself to answer the many questions probably going to be hurled upon you.

“Oh darling, was that cleric prattling on too much for you to bear? Even Shadowheart had to restrain herself before tearing into her about her love and how much better her dark lady was ha! Astarion says with a

“Ah, my love, are you alright? Darling your hands!

This is what breaks you out of your dazed self. You open your hands to reveal puncture wounds you had inflicted upon yourself. You didn’t even notice your hands had formed into closed fists, forcing yourself to restrain yourself to the point small droplets of your blood had begun to pool a bit in your palm.

“Yes… I.. I’m alright. I just needed fresh air; this shadow curse must do a number on me. You could feel Astarion eyes boring into you. He must have known you were lying, but he didn’t press further, and you were thankful for that. You were not in the right head space to tell him what you had just expressed, nor did you really feel the others would care when you had more pressing issues to address. You must focus on the task at hand and find the nightsong. Your pain could be dealt with later.

“Let’s head back to camp with the others. Gale said he is trying out a new recipe, and it don’t worry; he even managed to find the good kind of wine just for Astarion.

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As Gale started passing out the new stew, he managed to salvage together from the stocked-up ingredients you collected throughout your journey; Shadowheart began to explain the current mission and what you had missed. But your heart and mind weren’t all there, considering what happened previously. When would you be rid of these violent urges, these sick thoughts that clouded your mind?

With dinner complete, you did your normal rounds around the camp, checking in on everyone; you were a bit apprehensive in speaking with Astarion, concerned that he would ask you what had happened since you never really did address why you ran out, but no he didn’t even bring it up, you would have thought you would be relived, but a sharp chord struck you within your heart; did he really not care you had thought your relationship with he was making progress or perhaps that was you fooling yourself into thinking someone could love such a creature as yourself.

Making your way to your bedroll and staring up at the pitch-black sky you knew you would not be getting any sleep; the thoughts in your head of today’s events were ever buzzing about.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t hear the pattering of talons upon the dirt coming closer to you.

“You called for me, Milady?”

You sat up hastily. Gods, what did he want you to do now, or what exactly were his intentions of coming to you in the middle of your camp?

“What is it now? If this is about killing the cleric, you can forget it. I already gave you my answer; I refuse to be part of such a massacre, you said with a hushed whisper.”

“Your father was most displeased with this kind of outcome, Milady, dear Master; I want only the best for you; you always did need a little push of encouragement with those urges you get; allow me to give you a hand in this, please,” he pleased.

“I don’t need any push or anything from this so-called father I have never met before!”

You wanted him to leave before anyone could overhear you two, and you would have to explain another thing to the group.

“Now, don’t be this way; your father does love you, miss, how he doted on you so tenderly when you were but a babe, and because of this, he is allowing yet another chance for you to redeem such an egregious display you have made of yourself.

Your hands begin to feel clammy and freezing; the building anxiety takes hold of your body and starts to stir. What is that will do? More importantly, is this something that harms others?

You catch the glint of silver with little red specks encircling something within his clawed hand. It looks to be a coin?

“Here is the deal, master: if this coin falls upon heads, your favorite person will be brutalized! This normally would have been your punishment and a token to your father and would allow this minor transgression with the cleric to be overlooked. If it lands upon tails… no, you know what, master? I shall let you find out personally what awaits you; this will be my little push to steer you in the correct direction for you to grab your inheritance.

A flash of anger flared up within you. “No, what is the second choice tell me now!” Panic filled you as if the first choice was not bad enough; something worse awaited you, leaving you in the dark.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Milady. Be patient here; I’ll toss this coin, and we shall see what fate has in store for you.”

With the flick of his finger, the coin spun in the air. The fear and anxiety that you felt waiting on this damn coin to fall, you tried to make a plan of some sort on how to deal with the said potential of having to kill either Astarion, your lover, or dear friend Shadowheart.

“Oh, master! You are Truly cursed with the most delicious tragedy.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart sped up. Gods, what side did the coin land on? Were you fated to kill your sweet love?

“Now, Milady, stay still. I don’t want to miss.” Scelerita’s hands began to glow red, even his eyes;

Beneath your feet, a red glow, a red circle outlined with what seemed to be blood drops arranged in a perfect circular motion on the outermost circle were some ancient ruins, ones that looked familiar, but you had no time to possibly read them before you felt the excruciating pain of your bones breaking in multiple places, your joints snapping, stretching, your skin being pulled into various directions to cover long new limbs you seemed to be growing, Gods it HURT,

Two additional arms shoot out from your sides. Each hand is morphed into sharp, long, talon-like claws. You feel the sharp spikes and horns poke and prick your entire body, from your head, arms, and legs to the tip of your now-said tail. Great long horns jut out from your now spikey head, and you feel something dripping. It seems to be slick blood from your former form. It’s a miracle you think to yourself that you are not dead from blood loss or, at the very least, shock from the horror show that you are becoming.

But honestly, the worst part of this horrid transformation is the one relating directly to your mouth: two large tusk-like horns protrude out from your would-be former jaw that now splits into somehow four splits of skin that are all surrounded and arranged by pointed and thorny teeth that could shred something or someone within seconds.

“Oh, my Master, you truly are a sight to behold; how I missed this form of yours so dearly! Such a strapping young behemoth.”

You attempt to scream for help from your companions; however, it quickly becomes apparent that you cannot speak within this grotesque form. What were you to do now that you were transformed into a monster?

“Master, this will surely be something you can finally make your father proud of! I can see in your eyes that you are waiting for an explanation of what you are meant to do with this new, beautiful form; allow me to get this started. "

Your now small demon butler has waved his hand and conjured up an illusion of self-disguise into a near-perfect replicate of Gale?! He then opens his mouth, and much to your horror, what he screams out next in a voice. That sounds exactly like him.

“What is that monstrosity?! Everyone! Wake up! There is an abominable monster readying to attack the camp, and they have our leader!” screams the illusion-like Gale.

Your heart begins to plummet into the pit of your stomach, and you quickly understand what this sick lesson is meant to teach you. Your father expects nothing to stand in his way. It does not matter if they are the ones that can help you reach the Baldur’s gate. If they are holding you back from your “gift,” then they must be dealt with, and what a perfectly twisted way for them to be under the guise that this monster has taken their precious leader and must kill it.

You can only watch in horror as you look out to see the flames in camp start lighting up and the yelling and harsh footfalls quickly approaching your location. In the distance, you hear Karlach’s battle cry and the others gathering their weapons.

You swiftly turn your head to see your butler’s face, only for him to give you a sick and cruel smile on your friend’s face. “Have fun, milady, your father, and I wish to see some excellent results from the child of Bhaal.”

And then he is gone, leaving only behind thick smoke and the damn coin laying tails side up.

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aurora-daily · 3 months

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AURORA in GAFFA by Sigurd Hollen Elgenes (January 21st, 2024)

After some back and forth on DM's, the artist agreed to meet for a chat with GAFFA. At least as long as there was cake. Carrot cake. This despite the fact that she has never liked cake and other sweet things.

A relatively small artist from Bergen, and a relatively large journalist from Oslo, find themselves in a cozy little room a stone's throw away from Karl Johan, while the afternoon darkness is falling cold outside the windows. The walls are decorated with summery floral motifs. In the background you can hear bossa nova playing softly. We are at Kongens Gate 10, AKA The Cakery. A place the journalist's mother has warmly recommended.

“Oh, how sweet you are! Thank you very much!", - exclaims Aurora Aksnes in a burst of fireworks when the owner of the café patisserie comes strolling over with a not-too-mini mini-carrot cake cut into four large pieces. On top, they have sparingly sprinkled walnut kernels. Immediately she begins to feed herself with her hands. It is Monday, and after a long weekend this is the first meal of the day, she says. She wears a stolen sequined jacket adorned with two clip-on medallions she "bought from an old lady".

I try to talk a little about the cake.

The human being above me makes contented grunts. Smacks glaze off fingers.

"mmmm daddy," she exclaims in a "foodgasm" as I'm trying to pull myself together and go into serious interviewer-mode.

A dazed little "wow!" falls out of me.

It embarrasses me a bit.

We both start laughing.

If anyone wonders whether the high-flying "persona" of Aksnes is a character, I can assure you that whatever her thing is, is a genuine full-time show. I might have to give up high hopes of journalistic integrity and professionalism. The mood is set.

Happy New Year! Did you have a nice Christmas and all that?

“I'm not very happy about Christmas Eve. But I am very happy in the run-up to Christmas. I love the first of December when there is a lot of Christmas atmosphere. It's a new season of Snøfall (a norwegian childrens show) this year, and I really enjoyed it."

We discuss children and cancer (a central theme in the new season of "Snøfall"), and together come to the conclusion that 1. - it is important to talk about difficult things, and 2. that all tax money should go to sick children.

"Sick children are beautiful." Aurora says warmly.

I point out that not all sick children are necessarily beautiful, and that children are basically as different from each other as adults. We agree that some kids are cool and that others are assholes. Fine and clever photographer Ole tries discreetly to snap pictures while we chat, and we laughingly try to ignore the intense flash.

How is the carrot cake?

"Delightful." she answers quickly.

“It's just this icing that I have to constantly lick off my fingers. It requires dedication.”

As I am about to point out that she has a fork right in front of her, she locks her gaze on an invisible point in mid-air. With squinting and thoughtful eyes, she chooses her words carefully.

"I've always.. felt like a person who should like cake... It's kind of been in my cards.. but.. I hate cake."

The gaze drops and she laughs a little. Apparently by itself.

"Sweet things usually make me sick. But I would really like to like cake. And this is, after all, a perfect cake."

The time has come to fulfill Aurora's second premise for the interview. From my jacket pocket I fish out a small pink net with a bow on it. There is nothing inside. Something grown from my own body, actually.

"Ooooooo!!!!"

Again she bubbles over with enthusiasm and happiness. How do anyone manage to find so much joy in strange things?

"I'm considering making a piece of jewelry. When I have enough of them.”

“It all started when I walked across a field in Canada. Then I came across something absolutely amazing! It was so big that I didn't understand what it could have come from, but eventually I came to the conclusion that it must be a cow molar!"

A cow molar.

"A cow molar! For real! It was so huge and beautiful. One of the dearest things I own. Now I've got a thing for teeth."

Here the interview reaches a point where it becomes "challenging" to transcribe, to put it mildly.

To briefly recap some digressions from the sea of digression-digressions: She mentions that she recently told a barista that she wanted human milk in her coffee, and that he didn't think it was funny. That she has made a habit out of putting people out for talking about something very strange, and then dismissively pointing out that it is strange to talk about when the person herself says something about the strange thing she herself brought up. We come back to children, and how much fun it would have been to teach a baby to say "PAHPHA" and "MAHMA" in a monster voice and that in theory you can teach children the alphabet incorrectly for fun.

"Do you want cake in your mouth?"

She looks dead into the eyes of photographer Ole. He hesitates a bit, nervously.

"BrrrrrRrRrmm"

She has forked off a piece of her piece of cake which is now on its way through the air like a crashing plane heading for the mouth of Ole who, somewhat reluctantly, leans forward and receives the plane crash orally.

This is spinning completely out of control. I carefully look down at the yellow post-it note with factual questions I haven't asked.

What are the plans for 2024? Any new music?

She looks directly into my eyes as she is patiently tasting the question. Wrinkles her nose a little.

“Hmmm. I can say as much as there will be music. It will come sooner than you think, but later than you want.”

Ole and I start to guess a little about months, but she just smiles mysteriously. This is hush-hush. Since she doesn't want to say anything about when, what or who, I do some question acrobatics and ask something else.

You recently released the music video for "Your Blood" with Canadian-Iranian Kaveh Nabatia. Really dig the song and the video. eeeh, would you like to tell me a little about it?

"oh Kaveh is so cool. Did he meet completely randomly at a Japanese whiskey bar in Canada (ed. the same trip she found the cow's tooth?) where we sat and chatted for hours. We got along so terribly well that I decided then and there. "You're going to make all my music videos from now on!". A decision I stand by. Almost all the collaborations I do are a result of me finding people I love. I love people! And - human chemistry is so important when making things together!"

We chat a little further. She says that she will next meet a guy who claims that he is a 5-time world champion (?!) in billiards. He works at the billiards bar "Que" next to Jysk below Sannergata. She had met him there at Girl in Red's Christmas party a few weeks prior. The same evening/night where we agreed to do this interview over DMs actually!

We realize three or four digressions later that the place has actually closed 20 minutes ago, but that the kind owner didn't want to disturb. We thank each other before exchanging hugs and saying our goodbyes. A new friend richer, I would recommend everyone to eat cake at The Cakery. They offer home-made cakes and proper coffee served on vintage Alice in Wonderland-like crockery.

#aurora #aurora aksnes #interviews #photoshoots

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magicalpoison · 2 years

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Cravings (Vamp!Raph x F!Reader smut)

this a lemon/smut - No minors, All characters are 18+ including reader

Requested by: @ashleighclark98

Request: 5. “MINE.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 89. Mating season 112. Biting/marking 96. Making out and Turning into a vampire

Pairing: Vampire Raphael (Bayverse) x Female Reader

TW: Smut/lemon, Swearing, Mentions of blood, possible - likely grammar errors

A/N: 6 pages and almost 4000 words later here you go! Now this is actually my first smut so open to critics and opinions.

(Y/n) had noticed a few weeks ago Raph had been avoiding her like the plague, not only him but all the turtles were. When she questioned April on the situation all she could say was they were giving her the same treatment, Casey too. (Y/n) was now even more curious and determined to know why all the three human friends were being avoided, while April and Casey were more than willing to let the boys have their time away, she was not. Especially when she was dating a certain red clad brute, so being ghosted was not about to slide with her. In her determination she headed straight to the lair to get to the bottom of it all. Reaching the turtle’s hideout she was met with Mikey rewatching ‘Lost’, the orange wearing turtle enraptured by the show at first before finally noticing the human female standing at the entrance. It was then when he turned to her that (Y/n) noticed something strange about the happy turtle. Those usual bright blue eyes that had a habit of lighting up at first of any pretty girl instead darkened, the blue hue faded into deep crimson, like the river running with blood. It was honestly terrifying and left (Y/n) standing there in a stunned silence. It was Mikey who spoke first, really yelling for his older brother Raphael before jumping up from where he sat on the floor.

“What now?! God you can’t seriously be hungry again-” Raph hollered, complaining about the youngest turtle's appetite as he left his room only to fall silent at the sight of the pretty (h/c). She looked over at him, meeting his eyes, pulling a smile from her at first before she remembered exactly why she was there. Recalling the weeks of avoidance that cute smile quickly fell into a scowl as she headed his way. (Y/n) stormed over to her hotshot boyfriend ready to ring him a new one for the no contact when he was apparently fine and so was the rest of them, but just as she got within arms length Raph snapped out of his daze, taking her wrist and pulling her into his room. Kicking the door closed he pushed her against the closest wall. “Why are you here?!” He questioned, obviously angered by her sudden appearance, only adding fuel to her own anger at the abrupt abandonment on his part. “Where have you been Sir?! I am here because you have been a ghost in the wind!” She snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stayed leaning against the wall of his bedroom. “For a good reason!” He retorted louder than his last, “What reason?!” She fired back even louder than him, causing the ninja to groan.

The red clad brute glared down at the human woman who he towered over, (Y/n) returning it for a moment before she watched as his eyes seemed to do the same as Mikey’s. His green eyes held something darker, something savage as the green was overtaken by a dark clouded red. (Y/n) made an audible gasp at the change that Raph took as a bad sign, quickly stepping back and turning away from her. The brute closed his eyes as he tried to contain himself, but even with his back to her he could hear the pounding of her heart and her soft breathing. “Don was messing with some of the damn ooze and there was just a screw up,” He grunted out running a hand over his eyes trying to shake the tension he was feeling, but he could not especially when he could feel her eyes piercing him through the armor of his shell. Nothing could break his shell except her gaze apparently, it sent a shiver down his spine and stirred his insides in the worst-best of ways. While Raph explained what little he did, (Y/n) composed herself not meaning to make him feel ashamed or insecure, though she thought that was impossible to begin with. (Y/n) slowly reached out running a hand along the rough bone like shell of his, ridged and chipped in some parts. “Raph… what happened?” She lowered her own voice from the yelling they were doing just moments ago, hoping he would realize she was no longer angry, merely confused, wanting an answer.

Instead she got something else entirely as the touch began pushing the turtle's limits, her hand ran along his forearm as she stood beside him, her touch just as soft and concerned as her voice. Raphael, despite his better judgment, which he had little of, opened his eyes to look over at her. It was that mistake that led them to their compromising position. That face, damn that cute ass face. Was all he could think when he looked at her, she was all big eyed and concerned. Her heart still pounding like a drum in his ears, her chest heaving along with it. His throat tightened as his hunger became apparent to him, but he was not sure which hunger it was. The newfound taste for blood or the need to claim what was his, either way he knew which he was going to satisfy first. (Y/n) held still as a statue as her green shelled lover watched her, exclaimed her with his eyes, she dared not to move an inch. Her heart speeding up, sounding more like a storm trapped in her rib cage. Raph's eyes lit up as if he finally decided something, seeing this (Y/n) finally took a chance to try and speak up, regardless of what she was going to say Raph dare not give her the space or air to speak.

Rough calloused hands grasped either side of her neck and face before the air she dared exhaled was captured between her and Raphael. His lips meeting hers, but he wasted no time using her parted lips to lay claim to what was his. His tongue forced its way in and yet (Y/n) remained a willing victim of this intrusion. Her knees shook beneath her daring to give way and let her collapse, instead she stumbled back on her back finding the cold concret once more. Her hands reached back to try to soften her impact before reaching for his hands. Raphael threw out all those training lessons on control and will power, for this need that twisted his insides and made him feel so empty was begging for her to fill it. Or to be the one to fill her. His mind clouded, not real sense in his actions, as she reached for his hands he instead forced both above her. Crossing her wrist and holding them firmly between his fingers against the wall, making her escape likely impossible. (Y/n) whined against his lips finding her chest heaving and begging for the air he took from her, only then did the red clad brute pull away. Retreating his tongue back into his own mouth and giving her the time to catch her breath and his own, still he remained only centimeters from her, their panting breath tangling in the air between them as they met eyes again.

Wordless silence was not wordless at all as Raphael was busy studying the woman before him looking for a hint of hesitation or discomfort, (Y/n) was not prepared for such a kiss, but was nevertheless hungry for more. Her lips pulled into a smile as her answer, all that was needed on Raph’s part. He initiated a full blown attack on her skin, his lips trailing, tracing the curve of her neck leaving a series of kisses and nips, occasionally taking to leaving a mark that would quickly become a bruise in a few hours. His hand released hers from his vice grip, instead returning his hand to the opposite side of her neck where he was not currently assaulting with his lips. Using his thumb to her head to turn the other way allowing him entire access. (Y/n) was already lost in his actions, pleased hums and sweet exhales indicators for her obvious enjoyment. On top of the stirring of her insides, the growing heat and speeding of her heart as his actions aroused her making her want more.

She muttered his name so sweetly in a pleasing purr and yet the only word Raph could muster before his assault and roaming hand across her clothed body was a booming and deep, “Mine~,” He repeated it several more times in her ear, some sounding more like demanding growls than anything else. It was effective nevertheless as (Y/n) felt herself melt in the mutant’s arms, still she was not one to give in so easily despite how her body was so ready to call it quits and let the man have her. She let her hands mindlessly roam his plastron before giving him a rather forceful shove back, only managing to get the redd clad turtle off her by catching him by surprise. Raph stumbled back a moment catching himself before his eyes shot to her confused and concerned. (Y/n) huffed playfully, unable to hide her smirk as she spoke, “What makes you think you can have me after weeks avoiding me?” She tried to sound mad, but they both knew she wasn’t. She also knew that he too was enjoying this short time of intimacy, as the outline of his member was clear in those black basketball shorts. Raphael chuckled, lowering his head a bit as he smiled, unintentionally flashing the new addition of fangs in his mouth. (Y/n) knew they definitely weren't there before and yet it only made her flush at the thought of how more attractive it made him and how it would feel if he bit her. “Please~ Argue all you want baby doll,” He purred, approaching her again in a slow taunting saunter. Placing a hand against the wall beside her head he leaned down closer to her once more, (Y/n) instinctively tried to shrink back but there was no going anywhere against the concrete. “We both know you belong to me~” He growled with that signature cocky smirk that always got (Y/n)’s mind swimming in love.

No time to think or swim in that handsome smile as Raph picked up the woman as if she weighed not an ounce and tossed her onto the plus red and black comforter that resided on his bed. Raphael was all over her in a moment's notice, not giving the woman time to even collect her thoughts. Lost in a deep kiss as he practically tore and ripped at her clothes, the flimsy fabrics did little to fight against him. Each ripping noise, each moment her newly exposed body was met with the cold chill of the air sent a shock wave through (Y/n), her body quivering beneath her lover. Her arousal became clear to even her as a calloused hand ran his fingers along the damp fabric of her panties. Raphael needed to pull out of the kiss as he chuckled against her lips earning a slap on the arm and whine from the pretty babe beneath him. Sitting up back against his heels he smirked at the pretty sight before him. (Y/n) on the other hand felt so exposed, so small under the large turtle's gaze. Such a piercing red gaze making her squirm clasping her knees closed to attempt to hide from him. Pointless as Raphael laughed reaching out to run a hand from her thigh up to her knees he paused.

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” He purred, the question never meant to be answered as he wrapped his larger hands around her ankles flipping her around onto her stomach.

His calloused hand gripped her hips squeezing the soft flesh of her body as he guided her body back, knees beneath her, ass in the air as her chest and face remained pressed into the plush bed beneath them.His body leaned over hers, effectively engulfing her as that hard plastron pressed her further into the sheets. Raphael moved and tossed her about at such a speed that she had no time to even consider his words, her mind lost in a haze of her own growing desires whilst pushing herself back against him in return. Those polyester shorts did very little to conceal his hardened member as she pressed her ass firmly against it, instinct led him to grind his hips down into hers, enticing a small noise from (Y/n) beneath him. (Y/n) was already soaked through the thin cotton fabric of her underwear, so little touching and yet her body was craving for it all, simultaneously Raphael felt the gnawing of his cravings gathering the better of him. Jaw clenched as he bowed his head down to her ear, breathing hot and shaky against the shell of it. His breathing was enough for her to feel her throat tighten as her own followed his pace, hearts pounding in unison with such little friction, little touch, but both plainly awaiting silently begging for more. (Y/n) must have lost control of her tongue and thoughts as she spoke without hesitation, reaching back her fingers gliding across the cheek of the mutant turtle.

“Don’t hold back on me~,” She purred, her words enough for the rebel ninja to alas give in to his cravings and hers.

Messing with the white band around his shorts he was quick to push away down his shorts releasing his hardened cock from the polyester fabric. Wrapping his hand around it he gave himself a few prepping strokes, his free hand running along those damp panties that hid him from his goal. His light touch earned a sweet whine from (Y/n) as she propped herself up in a doggy style position. The fluttering and tightening in her stomach as she looked back taking in the image of Raph sitting there stroking himself behind her while he pushed her panties aside. Her face flushing at such an erotic sight, eyes trailing from his steady moving hand up the green bicep before her eyes met the hungry eyes scanning her in return. He chuckled darkly, slipping his single larger digit into her heat core pulling a gasp from her lips. All this teasing and drawn out touches finally her empty heat was no longer quivering against nothing. Her sex pratically sucking his finger in deeper, Raphael couldn’t hide his smug smirk at how needy her cunt already was, but alas he pulled out his finger already slick and coated by her. He didn’t leave her empty for long, leaning down back to her ear he nipped at the back of it lightly as his hand stroking his cock guided it to her entrance. Slowly pushing into her, letting (Y/n) take it slowly and adjust the large girth of the mutant. In unison as Raphael was now fully buried in her the two let out their own shaky breath as if the tension washed away within seconds of entering her.

This blissful intimate moment did not last as now with him being inside her did the mutant truly go feral on her. Burying his face into the nape of her neck taking a deep breath of her scent, his hips pulling back only to snap back thrusting her in with a level of unseen force from the turtle before. The impact caused (Y/n) body to lurch forward, her upper body falling onto her elbows as her head fell down with a moan. Feeling his smirk against the skin of her neck she knew he enjoyed such a reaction out of her, leading him to continue with such deep thrusts, his hips rocking her body and the bed in an aggressive but steady pace. Raphael hands made work holding onto her body, one firmly gripped at her hip keeping her in place while holding her body up just the same. The other trailing her body under him, yanking down her bra, fondling her breasts, kneading the tender area and lightly pinching her perked nipple between his fingers. Littering her neck with soft kisses turned viscous bites, sucking on the flesh to leave his mark across her skin. Between each new mark Raphael found himself growling and swearing with each thrust, the turtle the more vocal of his brothers but quieter as he enjoyed hearing his partner more. Hearing (Y/n) beneath him mewl and cry out in her own swimming bliss and arousal was just adding fuel to his fire. Determined to make her cry more, to say his name and beg for his cock again.

“Bite me,” She breathed out between moans as she found herself earning for something harder, those fangs she saw only a glimpse of flashing through her mind.

Even unaware of the full extent her command gave she wanted it nevertheless, she was unafraid to handle a bit of pain among the bliss. Raphael was already dizzy with his lust and arousal as they fucked so he batted not an eye at the request, his daze leading to him to obey without warming. His large hand that enveloped her breasts moved up along her collar to her neck pushing her head up forcing her to stare at the plain concrete wall above the bed. His tongue skimmed along her neck which flowered with bruises and marks, opening his mouth his fangs grazed her skin that pulsed with her pounding heart. (Y/n) gasped, closing her eyes tightly preparing herself for a twinge of pain, but Raph was going to ensure she felt nothing but ecstasy. His hand that gripped her hips so tightly left her bruising skin to instead move its way along between her legs. Kissing her neck sweetly as his hand found the sensitive bundle of nerves, still thrusting his hips against her backside, deep and hard he let his fingers roll over the nerves of her clitoris. The abrupt touch pushed a pleading sob from his pretty baby doll. He continued his treatment on that sensitive area letting her melt away in the heavenly euphoria alongside the bucking of his hips into hers. The mixing sounds of slapping skin, the enticing cries leaving her lips and his own struggle gasp for air.

A shock wave of ecstasy was further by the fleeting twinge of pain and burning sensation coursing through her veins like her body was set on fire from the inside. Raphael had taken her moment of euphoria as his chance to sink those fangs into her skin with such ease, his grip on her neck tightened, holding her firmly still as he pulled them both up onto their knees. The turtle was unaware just how parched he was or how dry his throat became until the warm crimson was already easing both of those. The strangely sweet but metallic taste warming his body while those pretty noises she made stirred him to his core. He pulled back from her neck with a gratifying gasp. Those piercing red eyes dying down, muted until they returned to their normal green hue, one of his hungers was satisfied. The other would not be until they both finished, leading him to speed up the snapping of his hips, him nearly pulling out of her heated sex entirely but bucking up right back into her. (Y/n) in this new sitting position was able to free her hands from the tangled sheets which she held onto for stability. Instead one held tightly to his hand that stayed caressing her neck, the other reaching back to run her shaking hand across the rough textured skin of the bruteish turtle.

“Fuck, you taste so good~” Those were the first words spoken in what felt like ages pulling (Y/n) from her daze. She finally felt the intense bubbling feeling in her abdomen as she was approaching her end now that she was free from her trance. Hearing all the noises that came from their lewd love making, his heaving chest and plastron pressing against her back, and yet the softest touch of his hand that ran along her throat. All of it was overwhelming and sheer bliss as she choked out his name in a pleading whisper. “Raph I..” Her sentence never found its end as the turtle hushed her, turning her head to side allowing him the chance to press a needy kiss to her lips. A repeat of the kiss that started it all he forced his way into her mouth, the taste of her own blood lingering on his tongue and yet she cared not. Whining into the kiss as he sped up his fingers which played with her clit, pinching and rolling the bundle of nerves lightly. Raphael felt his member twitch inside her slick walls as they fluttered against him, pulling him to his end. The kiss breaking as the building of heat and tension bursted inside her first, her orgasm rushing over her like a wave. (Y/n) biting his lip as she pulled back, accidently drawing blood to the surface to mix with the already metallic taste in both their mouths.

Raphael smirked watching her as they locked eyes, riding out her high and soon enough he was right behind her. Him pushing her flushed against him and he gave a few final hard thrusts into her quivering core. His seed coating her walls and his cock as he continued her pull in and out of her, slowing his pace and letting it spill from her, gliding down her thighs and onto the sheets below. Raph stayed deep inside of (Y/n) as he came to a stop, panting before he pressed a gratified sweet kiss to her lips, letting her fall back against him, strong enough to hold her weight for her. Her body felt heavy, mind faint and clouded as her heart continued to race in her chest. The burning sensation throughout her body never dissipating instead growing, (Y/n) would have thought something was wrong but her mind was far too lost to even consider anything. Raph pulled back from the kiss and looked at the cute exhausted girlfriend of his with a smile, she returned it with half lidded eyes before they fluttered close to heavy to remain open. The red clad brute chuckled pulling out of her, carefully laying her down on the bed, getting up from the bed he fixed himself before cleaning her up as well.

“Sorry gorgeous,” Raphael said, admitting that his lack of communication was not the best way to handle it all, though he got no answer as her breath slowed falling silent. The pounding of her heart that Raphael heard began to slow, stopping for a brief moment. Raphael was frozen leaning over the side of the bed down at her, panic settling into his chest as he called out her name softly. “(Y/n)? Babe?” He gently shook her, his mind flooding with the worst but eased as she spoke. “Nooo, let me sleep,” She whined, making the turtle scoff at her little attitude. (Y/n) opened her eyes looking to the bedside at Raph, her boyfriend smiling at her at first. Slowly his features twisted from a man clearly in love to confused and concerned, Raphael watching as those pretty (e/c) that he knew like the back of his hand instead faded away to a deep crimson red. The turtle unable to say a damn except,

“Oh fucking hell-”

#tmnt x you #x reader #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #raphael tmnt #raphael x reader #tmnt smut #tmnt lemon #raph x reader #tmnt x reader

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Wanna Be Yours Alva x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

Alva always saw you peeking at him during his arrival at the manor—running away when he'd meet your gaze. He didn't think much of it at that time but now that you're right in front of him, he realises that there's much more to your innocent stares.

"A crush?" he mumbles under his breath, eyebrows furrowed. "What makes you think they have a crush on me?" he questioned in an intrigued manner, looking at the hunter sitting across him.

Mary rolled her eyes, "Monsieur, have you seen the look of pure adoration in their eyes?, can you not feel the love radiating from them? It's not just a crush, they're in love with you" she said, utterly exasperated from how dense the other hunter was.

"It's just that I find it hard to understand why they would" the hermit paused, fiddling with his staff. Mary sighs, "Well, I'll leave you to think about it", before promptly standing up and taking her leave.

"Why would they like me of all people? I don't see what's so good about me" he mumbled, pondering about what exactly they liked about him—but nothing came to mind.

He never pursued love, making it seem like it wasn't necessary but the truth is that he doesn't feel as if he's worthy of it. Yes, he was deemed as a "catch" by other people but he truly never saw his value in anything other than his inventions and ideas.

He wanders around the manor, immersed in his thoughts. Alva only snapped out of his daze upon hearing a soft voice he's never heard before.

"Well, I actually used to know him back then, we were still teens when I met him. I've loved him for years but he never paid much attention to anyone aside from Herman" they paused, swirling the tea in the cup they held in their hands.

Alva perked up, staying quiet—he wanted to hear more from this person that apparently loved him. A soft laugh enters his ears from beyond the tall hedge.

"I've kept it a secret for so long, so, when I was offered a chance to enter Oletus manor in order to find out more about why he disappeared, I accepted. I never expected to see him again, I was just hoping to see whatever remained of his body so I could finally tell him about how I've felt for so long" tears build up in their eyes as they hold in a muffled sob.

Mary smiles, "I know I've never experienced anything like that, but all I can do is attempt to console you, I can't do anything about your feelings dear" she soothes, rubbing their back.

"I, I know, but it hurts so badly, I've been pining for him for years. I just want to stop, it hurts knowing he'll probably never be mine." they whisper, still loud enough for the hermit to hear.

Alva cups his hand over his mouth, shock and a weird feeling of warmth taking over his body. Just how could someone feel such feelings for him?.

He could vaguely remember one of his classmates. They always tried talking to him despite being known as someone who always stayed away from everyone. He remembered how cold he'd act and how he'd brush them off every time and yet they still kept coming back with that same sweet smile.

He felt warm whenever they were around, heart racing and mind trying to focus on something else that wasn't them. He thought he was just sick, never thinking about the possibility of him having feelings for them.

Herman often brought up how he felt jealous that Alva had their attention—but of course, Alva didn't pay him attention, he thought Herman was joking.

He thought they were this friendly with everyone so he never once thought of telling them about his weird feelings.

Oh, Alva felt like a total fool. He felt as if he was even more dense than Osmium. But how would he even respond? he can't just pop out randomly and say that he accepts their feelings, hell no.

Alva eyes brightened, he's realised that he has the perfect way to confess. He had to hurry though, he had a match with them the very next day.

He quietly teleports to his room, hastily rummaging around his room in order to get the materials he needed. He had to finish before next morning, he absolutely had to.

The next day, (Name) had puffy eyes from crying so much. They kept their head down as they sat in the waiting room. How could they not be nervous, their heart was beating so fast at the thought of even seeing Alva.

They close their eyes as they wait for them to get teleported to the map. They spawn in the middle of Eversleeping Town, quickly running to the nearest cipher.

Alva connects to their cipher but instead of the usual blue connection, it was a very pretty shade of pink. Soon enough, their heart beat sped up.

They gulped, preparing to run only to be stunned to the ground. They close their eyes, waiting for the hunter to hit them only to be picked up. "H, Huh?" they squeak out, holding onto Alva's shoulders when they see just how high up they are.

"I'm not good with words, I never have been so, I decided to do this" He spoke, not looking at them in the eye. He quickly brings them up using a large electromagnetic globe, holding onto them tight in order to not drop them.

They close their eyes, not wanting to see how high up they are. Alva chuckles, slightly amused at their reaction. He sits them on his lap as they hover high above the map.

"Open your eyes... please" he whispers to them, voice as gentle as it can get. (Name) hesitantly opens their eyes only to see why exactly the ciphers were in odd places.

A large pink heart was formed by Alva's connections, the survivors setting off small sparklers on the ground as they waved up at them.

"W, What?, but," they pause, bewildered, They look to Alva, eyes asking for an explanation. Alva hums, meeting their eyes. "I have always liked you, I just never realised what those feelings were back then" he drifted off, smiling down at them.

"Will you be mine? I promise to try my best to treat you well"

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part thirty-five

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral, mild angst, but kinda fluff

el's thoughts: i love this parrrtttt!! enjoyyy

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Y/N knew better than to daze off in the middle of a job but her mind nearly ached at the idea of a life like the one her imagination painted for her. The lack of proper sleep and built-up stress finally caught up to her. She was running on autopilot. Thank the Saints for Kaz dragging her behind him and the both of them not being needed for a while. Kaz had harshly nudged her side and snapped her out of her daydream, nodding to the two guards that stood under the archway with their backs towards them.

“I’m not a Heartrender, what do you want me to do?” She whispered harshly.

She didn’t get a verbal response only an unbothered side eye causing the Inferni to roll her eyes in return. “Of course.” She muttered under her breath as she sauntered down the hall, purposely ignoring Kaz’s lingering stare.

Once she made it to the guard on the right of the archway, she looped her arm through his and yanked him downward behind the wall in one motion. She threw her leg out behind her to keep balance as she slammed him into the stone floor, his eyes rolling back on impact. The other guard was quick to grab the back of her neck, pulling her hair in the process. She reached behind her and clamped her fingers around his wrist, twisting it in a way that loosened his grip just enough. She spun around and swung her knee up to hit him in the groin causing him to fall forward, his knee collided with the floor. She moved swiftly behind him to pull him into a headlock. She squeezed her arms tightly and tensed her core as the guard swung his elbow back into her ribs. She grunted with each blow he made but noticed his arms begin to slow and lose power. Within seconds he was unconscious and she laid him down beside his fellow guard.

Y/N sighed in relief and stretched her arms over her head as Kaz approached her side. “Thanks for all the help.”

He only smirked and reached for one of the guards, dragging him back down the hallway. “Hurry up.”

The pair had debated on tailing Matthias or not. Kaz took a gamble on the mere idea and hoped for the fact that he assumed Matthias’ feelings for the Heartrender right. The real risk had been in whether or not someone as honest as Matthias could convincingly lie to his mentor’s face. Apparently the Fjerdan has hidden skills.

Kaz and Y/N had tracked Nina and Brum across the grounds to the treasury. Then they’d taken cover behind an ice sculpture. Kaz had focused on the miserable task of regurgitating the packets of Wylan’s root bombs, Y/N stayed aware of their surroundings while promptly ignoring the man beside her, trying not to let the thought of him being in slight pain cross her mind.

Once he was done, they checked the perimeter, the roof, the entry, but eventually there was nothing for them to do but keep hidden, stay alert, and worry about all the things that could go wrong. They were hiding in the shadows of the western colonnade, both left to their thoughts as neither of them felt the need to carry a conversation. Y/N had taken to inspecting the architecture of the interact hallway they sat in when Kaz decided to speak up.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned to him confused as to why he was apologizing. Sure he had many things to apologize for, but which did he mean? “For…”

He froze in his place as if he caught himself by surprise just the same. Maybe he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “You’re…” He inhaled sharply, “You’re not replaceable.”

“I need your skills, Y/N. That’s not the same thing. You may be the best Grisha soldier in Ravka, but you’re not the only one. You’d do well to remember it if you want to keep your share of the haul.”

“You’d do well to remember just who you’re talking to, Kaz Brekker. Sure I’m the best Grisha soldier in Ravka, but I’m the only Phoenix. I’m your only solid connection to Ravka. I’m the only one Nikolai truly trusts.” She stepped closer to him, anger seeping out of her, Kaz felt waves of heat radiate off of her. “And you have no right to tell me I’m replaceable.”

“I’m aware, thanks.”

Kaz looked at her profile without turning his head before he brought his attention to the small flame flickering between her finger tips. A tick. A minuscule tell of her nerves. He wouldn’t have been able to notice it when they first met. From the outside, she looked to be a woman made of iron who only grew stronger when dragged through the fire. And to Kaz she still is a woman made of iron, but he now sees how she grows soft while in the fire no matter how hard she tries to hide it.

He cleared his throat, “With your share of the money… What are you going to do?”

“I noticed you already asked the others this question. Why ask me now?”

“Just answer the question.” He gave her a sharp side eye causing her to smirk in return.

“I’m not doing this for the money, remember? I’m doing this for my country.”

Kaz internally sighed, “Be selfish for once, Y/L/N.”

“I don’t know what I would do with the money. I wasn’t planning on keeping it at all. I was going to give it to the orphanage just outside the main city or at least something of the like.”

“That’s not using the money for yourself.”

“Sorry if it isn’t selfish enough for you. But let’s face the reality of it, what would I need the money for? Everything I could ever need or want is provided at the palace. If I wanted to selfishly splurge I would take the money from Nikolai Lantsov himself.” She chuckled under her breath.

“So you would go back to Ravka.”

“I don’t see why I wouldn’t.”

Kaz nodded curtly in response.

Y/N let her stare linger on the side of his face, her eyes tracing all the curves and sharp lines. “Unless I have a reason to go somewhere else of course.”

His eyes met hers, not giving away any of his thoughts or feelings. “Would you stay in Ketterdam if I asked you to stay again?” His voice was kept low and he surprised himself with the control he kept while sitting in what felt like an intimate situation.

“I wouldn’t know unless you asked me.”

“Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at his straightforwardness. He didn’t skip a beat. “I would stay.” She slowly reached for his gloved hand that rested on his thigh. She brushed her pinkie against the back of his hand, waiting for him to pull away but when he didn’t she lopped her small finger with his. She smiled softly to herself and rested her head back on the stone pillar behind her.

The moment was quickly interrupted as the Black Protocol alarm bells rung out through the hallways, the chimes of the Elderclock booming over the island, shaking the air. Lights from the guard towers came on in a bright flood. The druskelle around the ash left off their rituals and began shouting orders, and a wave of guards descended from the towers to spread out over the island. They’d waited, counting the minutes, but there was still no sign of Nina or Matthias.

‘They’re in trouble,’ Kaz thought. ‘Or you were dead wrong about Matthias, and you’re about to pay for all of those talking tree jokes.’

“I swear, if that big blonde slab of fur laid a finger on her…” Y/N muttered under her breath as she rose to her feet and and flexed her fist, little sparks flying from her fingers. She turned back to him. “What are you waiting for, Brekker. Let’s go.”

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The Sounds of a Good Boy: The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 3)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After taking his punishment like a good boy, Rafe is finally rewarded.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, bondage, choking kink, oral (m receiving), praise kink, mention of subspace

Authors Note: This is the last part of the second chapter of The Sounds of a Good Boy. Do let me know what you think about this story and if you'd like more chapters of it!

You can catch up on the first two parts here:

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The Punishment of a Bad Boy (part 3)

She climbed up on his body, kissing him deep and slow. A kiss so intimate it rivaled all others. Her tongue against his, lips bruising, touch on his skin burning. He pulled against the belt needing to pull her close, to hold her against him; to show her how much he loved being with her. She knew though. Of course she did.

"You did so good for me, baby." She whispered against his lips, a moan leaving him. Her eyes met his and she could see joy in them. Joy that she called him baby again, joy that he was good for her and she was pleased with him, joy that she was making him the luckiest man in the world by simply being close to him.

She ran her fingers over his cheeks, a dimple appearing as a smile spread over his face. She was just as giddy as he was. But there was something more there. Like it wasn't enough anymore, like they needed to feel each other completely. Their faces turned serious, looking into each other's eyes. A silent understanding passing between them. They needed everything. All of it. Never enough. Needing each other more than they needed anything else in their entire lives. Like every moment in their wild, albeit short shared history, had led to this. Something more than either of them ever expected. But they wanted nothing more than to just give in.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Is that okay with you?" She smiled at him, feeling silly about her own question. His breath caught in his throat though. He couldn't find amusement in the moment because he was on the precipice of getting all he's ever wanted - all of her. And God he was speechless. Her smile turned into a soft one, seeing his reaction. She cupped his cheek and kissed him again: sweet and deep. Calming him down, firing him up. Like she was trying to communicate with her kiss and say; I get it, I feel the same way, I need you just as badly, I can't get enough of you.

Words were never her strong suit when it came to feelings that were deep. And none had been deeper than the ones she had for him. A fact. She couldn't deny it anymore. She had caught feelings. And she knew it deep in her bones, in her soul - that he had too. He had to. There was no way she was alone in this when he was looking at her like that. And of course he did. He knew it. He knew it and he didn't care how scary the prospect of falling was, he didn't feel fear with her, not ever. He wanted to be a man worthy of her love too. He knew he'd never be the same again. And he was happy about that realization.

"Baby. I need you to talk to me." Her voice snapped him out of his head. "Yes. Green. Please." She chuckled at his desperate eagerness and he couldn't help but laugh too. "Do you have a condom?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, um..." he was trying to remember where they were, too dazed for a very simple task apparently. She was patient. "In the box on the nightstand." He finally spoke.

She gave him an amused smile and she leaned over to reach for the wooden box. The variety of choices made her hold back a laugh. Of course. Of course he had flavors and colors and textures and even latex free options. As she reached for one of the less dramatic looking packets, she noticed something that piqued her interest. She decided to save that bit of information for later though. She needed him too badly now.

She got back on top of him, lowering her body until she was face to face with his dick. She could see how shiny and sticky his tip was and she did something that had him gasping. She licked the precum off his tip and he swore he blacked out for a second. He had to have. She was evil for that. How can she expect a man to deal when she does things like that? That knock him off his axis every fucking time. Fuck.

She smirked at his reaction and decided it was entirely too fun to pass up on an opportunity to tease him just a liiittle more. Just a tiny bit. He didn't like the look on her face, she was scheming. And oh God she was wrapping her lips around him. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "Fuck!" That last one escaped him and she sucked on his head in response. His eyes rolled back, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists as he pulled; desperately wanting to touch her. Fuck. He was so gone.

She bobbed on his cock a few times as curses left him. The taste of him against her tongue quickly addicting. She had never liked the taste before. But then again, she never tasted him before. She pulled off him with a pop that drew a groan out from deep within his chest. His eyes were wild, pupils blown; he looked like a wild animal tied up for her. The look of pure desire making her draw in a sharp breath, suddenly, no longer in the mood for games.

She opened the packet and rolled the condom onto him as he watched, breathing heavy. The anticipation was killing him. She kissed his tip and made a trail of kisses up his body until they finally met his in a dizzying kiss. She positioned him at her entrance and he could feel himself holding his breath. Her eyes met his and she held his gaze as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him all the way, deep inside her heat. The sound he let out was one she swore she would never forget. He was putty under her, needy, happy, desperate, fluttery, so fucking turned on having her walls wrapped around him at last.

The feeling of him filling her up completely, so deep and hard and she could feel herself clench around him. Whimpers left his lips at the feeling and she couldn't help but rock her hips against him. Needing to feel him in every way she could.

Connected fully, bodies as close as can be, joining together, symphony of moans and grunts and whimpers, flushed sweaty skin against skin, nerves lighting up like fireworks, taste of tongue against tongue, her hand wrapping around his neck again, his own fighting the restraints. The pain from his wrists made a hiss leave him and she pulled back to look at him immediately. She could tell he was struggling, he wanted to touch her, to feel her, hold her close. He had been good for her. She decided to put him out of his misery - perhaps selfishly wanting his touch too.

His hands wrapped gently into her hair, kissing her back with all the power he could muster; trying to tell her how he feels without using words because he couldn't. She rode him faster as she kissed him, swallowing his moans, making them her own.

She reached up to undo the belt and release his hands from the restraints. His wrists were red from all the pulling and she rubbed them comfortingly, laying a kiss on his irritated skin. He gulped at the action, the tenderness, the fact that she was letting him go, trusting him.

He could feel a single tear escape him and she noticed it too. She kissed the wet trail on his face and pulled her hips up until he was at her entrance again, and as she pulled back to look into his eyes, she lowered herself back on him. His moans were music to her ears. He tested the waters by gently wrapping his arms around her, just to hold her. She kissed him and started bouncing on his cock and he swore he would lay his life down for her if she asked.

His hands were exploring her, touch so gentle she wanted to sigh; he was showing her he was still under her control, only wanting to feel her skin against his fingertips. She kissed down his neck and sucked on his skin; marking him up. He wouldn't complain, he was already hers. She faced him again, noses touching, wrapping her hand around his throat again and feeling him twitch inside her. She squeezed a little, drawing out a pathetic whimper from his lips and she clenched around him at the sound - in turn driving him crazier.

They were both aware they wouldn't last long. But it didn't matter. The only thing that did was that they were as close as two people could be, that they felt so fucking good together.

She rode him faster now, squeezing his neck a little tighter still, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, overwhelmed. She released the pressure, kissing him again. "What's your color?" She asked against his lips. "Green." His voice was high and he was panting hard. So close to the edge. But he wanted to wait for her, for permission.

She squeezed his neck again and sped up her hips, her clit rubbing against his skin with every grind and she couldn't hold back the quiet moans from leaving her. "Are you close?" He nodded. "Y-yeah. Yeah." She kissed him again and mumbled against his lips "Mmm, me too, baby."

He moaned at that, grasping her hips a little tighter just to ground himself, to not lose it. She grabbed his cheeks in one hand. "Open." He obeyed without question and as her spit hit his tongue he almost came right then. "Swallow." He did as he was told, looking right into her eyes. She clenched around him at the sight. He's was so fucking hot.

She sat up, the new angle making them both moan. As she rode him she wrapped her hand around his neck again and felt his groan under her palm as she squeezed, this time a little tighter. He swore she was destroying any sense of control he had left. She took one of his hands in her own leading it up to her lips. His eyes wide as she took two fingers into her mouth, running her tongue all over them. He was so fucking close he could barely breathe.

She took his fingers out of her mouth with a popping sound that went straight to his dick. She took his other hand and placed it against her boob, giving him permission to play with her, as she led his other hand down over her body; lower and lower until he knew what she wanted. She led his fingers to her clit and he eagerly obliged. Rubbing circles against her sensitive nub, bringing her closer and closer to the edge while his other hand pinched her nipple and kneaded the soft flesh.

She moaned and started bouncing on him harder, hitting her g spot with every bounce. His fingers on her lighting her on fire; her hand around his throat having him nearing the peak. She leaned down and kissed him; a life shattering kiss that had his legs shaking, trying not to cum before she told him to. And then she did.

"Cum with me, baby boy." Her words pushing him off the edge right as her walls started clenching down on his cock uncontrollably, painfully, deliciously. They maintained eye contact as best they could as they climaxed together, like it was meant to be. His moans were loud and her thighs shook against him, but she kept riding their highs out - not really sure how she managed not to pass out herself. Pure adrenaline leading her movements. She kissed him again and he wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him as the last of their climax washed over them.

She collapsed on top of him as soon as it was over; panting hard trying to catch her breath. She was still clenching around him involuntarily and he let out whimpers at the feeling. She broke out of her daze at the sounds, managing to pull herself up just enough to look at him. "You okay?" She whispered. He looked out of it. Like he wasn't even in the room.

She frowned and slowly pulled herself up, pulling him out of her and taking the now full condom off him carefully. She wrapped it and tossed it onto his nightstand and leaned down to cup his face. "Baby? You okay?" Her voice had a slight note of worry. His eyes kept running all over the room; never settling on anything, like he wasn't present, wasn't taking in anything.

She kissed him tenderly and as she pulled back his eyes were finally on hers, a far away look in them. "What's going on, Rafe?" She asked. He swallowed, as if trying to find a way to speak, like he didn't remember how. He mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"What was that?" She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her again after his eyes started closing. "Feel floaty." He mumbled out quietly and it finally hit her.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit! She knew what this was. She heard about it, read about it, but she never saw it happen first hand. She ran her thumb over his cheek as she laid on her side, pressed up against him leaning on her elbow. Keeping a gentle, reassuring touch on him, waiting for him to come back to her. She felt all funny inside, she never expected him to go into subspace. But he was. Holy shit.

She kept running her fingers over his skin tenderly, staying close, making sure he felt her grounding touch when he found his way back into the room. Several minutes passed before he started blinking, slowly coming to. His tired eyes finally focused and when he saw her there he smiled. She gave him a smile back and leaned over to place a sweet kiss on his lips. "Welcome back, sweet boy." She whispered. He looked a bit disoriented, like he didn't understand what just happened.

"What was that?" His voice was gravelly, her hand meeting his cheek in a comforting caress. "I'm pretty sure you went into subspace." He furrowed his brow, the words she was speaking didn't make any sense. "What?"

"It's a state of mind that subs sometimes go into after an intense experience." He looked thoughtful now, thinking it over.

"How did it feel?" He looked up at her, slowly trying to form his thoughts into words. "Strange. Like I was floating in the air, like I wasn't in my body anymore."

She was nodding along with his words. "Was it scary?" He shook his head. "No. No. It felt... it felt nice? Like I was just feeling all these good things but I didn't have any thoughts to process. Like I was just feeling good." She was nodding along, a small smile on her lips. "It felt good, then?" He noded. "That's good. I'm glad." She kissed his cheek and he couldn't help but smile. He was blushing a little, still trying to process the foreign experience. But he felt safe with her. Always safe with her.

She laid kisses all over his face, causing him to giggle. She smiled, pulling back, just looking at him. He was so fucking beautiful and she was so fucking smitten. He smiled up at her, looking so happy it made her stomach flutter. He reached a hand up, cupping her cheek gently, eyes on hers. He leaned up and kissed her lips, so sweet, so tender.

He pulled away and asked her a question that made her heart skip. "Will you hold me?" She nodded, arranging them so she was wrapped around him, holding him close, warm and safe in her embrace. His nose nuzzled into her neck and he kissed her skin gently. She was running her fingers through his hair, placing kisses to the top of his head. She thought he had fallen asleep when he suddenly moved, slowly pulling her head down with a careful hand, and laying a tender kiss on her forehead.

She was thrown off balance for the umpteenth time that night. He gave her an adorable, sleepy smile and settled back into her chest. And as his soft snores finally filled the room, she was still thinking about that kiss and how it was possible to feel so fucking warm from such a small touch of lips against her skin.

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kootiepatra · 8 months

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#FFxivWrite2023 - Day 14: Clear

"Hey, let's take this neutral-to-positive word and make angst about it." - my brain, apparently. [Spoilers for the very end of ARR patches, although if you have yet to get that far, then this is a WILD tag to be browsing.]

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Keimwyda barely had time to realize her bonds had been cut before a large, powerful hand grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to her feet. It was Raubahn—his eyes intense, burning with rage and grief and adrenaline. He pulled her behind a pillar, putting it between them and the rest of the fighting.

He spoke as a man who knew he had but an instant to say what he wished to. “I never doubted you. Not for a moment. But there is more to this than I yet understand.” He ducked a quick glance around the pillar and growled a quiet curse at what he saw. He turned back to her, urgent, insistent. “Flee this place. Clear your names. Find the vermin who orchestrated this. Do not stay to fight. GO.”

She barely heard him. Her eyes were riveted, aghast, to the blood pouring from the wound where his arm should be.

Seeing that she was hesitating, he shoved her towards the door. Yda caught her as she staggered. Minfilia locked eyes with her, saying nothing. She just nodded with a terrible solemnity. Y’shtola already had the door open. It was time to go.

Keimwyda still felt as if she was in a daze—but she found her legs, and followed her friends.

As they ran, Thancred met them. Thank the gods. They were getting out of here.

Yda and Papalymo were the first to peel off, urging the others to run ahead while they bought them some time from their pursuers. Keimwyda could not fathom it. She was the Warrior of Light. She was sent into battles, not away from them. It felt so wrong. It was also terrifying. If the people who so often bade her fight were now telling her to flee, she could not but take it with the utmost seriousness.

It did not make it feel any better to leave behind the very Scions who recruited her.

But the other three were urging her on, Minfilia tugging at her arm. It cut through her confusion just enough. She would trust them. She had to. She kept running.

Further they fled, into the depths of the city, seeking to escape its monumental stone walls by going beneath them. The ancient waterways were not well-known, hopefully even to the traitors.

And then the sound of footsteps behind them prompted Thancred and Y’shtola to stop.

“Keep going,” Thancred waved at them, trying to still sound cavalier.

“What do you mean to do?” Minfilia asked, sorrowful disbelief in her voice.

Y’shtola’s face was stone. “Only that which is required to ensure that the dawn’s light survive to brighten the morrow.”

Keimwyda’s head fairly swam to leave yet more people behind, but a single thought snapped into clarity through the fog. Of course. Minfilia. They had to get her out of here. Yes, protect Minfilia. Keimwyda would escort her. She would make her own desperate last stand if she needed to. They could not lose the Antecedent.

Not even a full minute after the two remaining Scions had continued their flight, Minfilia suddenly stumbled to a halt. “Hydaelyn,” she breathed.

“What is it?” Keimwyda asked, skidding as she attempted to stop.

Minfilia’s eyes clouded over, looking not entirely unfamiliar to a vision from the Echo. “She speaks to me.”

Keimwyda’s mind raced. Is She going to save us? She remembered Her words about light in the darkness, and the way She had impossibly preserved Her champion from the Ultima Weapon. Maybe all was not lost after all. Maybe She could do something about all this. Keimwyda felt a tenuous spark of hope.

Minfilia kept listening for another few seconds, before gasping an anguished, “No…”

That small hope collapsed into dread.

The Antecedent gave a pained look, and took half a step backwards in the direction from which they had just come.

Keimwyda’s mind began swimming once more.

“I must remain behind… but you cannot stay with me.”

“No,” she replied, moving towards her. “The others… they are all fighting that you may escape. I can go back. We need you. You are the Antecedent.”

“And you are the Warrior of Light.” Minfilia said firmly, taking another step away, holding up her hand to stop her.

But Keimwyda did not stop. “Which is why I should be staying and fighting! Not you, not anyone else!”

Minfilia shook her head. “Please. You must go on. You are hope—for the Scions and for all the realm.”

“As if you are not?”

“You must escape. It is the only way.”

Keimwyda hardly ever raised her voice, and never at any of the Scions. Not until now. “This isn’t right!” she cried. “It doesn’t make any sense!”

The Hyuran woman looked heartbroken, but did not move. She spoke with a grave, punctuated tone, emphasizing every word. “Keimwyda. I heard Hydaelyn.”

The Warrior of Light could find no reply. She could just stare numbly as the Antecedent turned and ran with purpose straight back towards the danger they were fleeing.

And then she was alone.

Before she could even complete her internal debate about rebelling against Minfilia’s orders, a terrible thunder shook the whole tunnel—a few stones shaking loose from the ceiling nearby, and a devastating crash resounding just around the bend.

She could not even find the voice to scream.

She could not think. She could barely breathe. What could she do? Where should she even go?

You must escape, her panicked mind managed to remember. That’s right. Minfilia told me…

The Warrior of Light turned and started walking, then jogging, then breaking into a dead sprint as fast as her legs could carry her. She was alone. Tears began to brim in her eyes, burning like fire in the foul air of the waterways. She heard nothing but the sickening squelch of muck under her boots, competing in rhythm with the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. Her mind latched onto another voice—Raubahn’s, this time, as if punctuating her footfalls.

Flee this place. Clear your names.

Flee this place…

Gods be good.

There were no names left to clear.

#FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite2023 #ARR spoilers #the bloody banquet FFXIV #raubahn aldynn #minfilia #Keimwyda Sylbdhemwyn #roegadyn wol #The WoL and the terrible horrible no good very bad day

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kayssweetdreams · 9 months

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 27

Meanwhile, With Thea and Prim...

Thea was bored out of her mind as she continued to do voice exercises. Apparently, she had to 'Give it her all' or else the frequency of her voice wouldn't work with the pill. She (begrudgingly) offered to practice, But Prim had wanted her to practice, under HER rules.

So here she was, with a private music teacher that absolutely forbade her from even adding a bit of improvisation. After 2 hours of non stop "Warm Ups" (which was just her saying Prim is Proper and perfect in practically Every Way Possible.) The teacher finally let her have a 5 minute break...and Thea wanted to make it count. "Ok, there has to be something in here that can reverse what Prim did to my daughter. And the others..." she muttered, sneaking into the office to find anything of use.

She sifted through the various documents and papers, but nothing so far was catching her attention. The poor woman was starting to give up, when she spotted something under the table. A file that read "Project X" "Huh...What are you doing now Prim?..." Thea asked, picking up the file. However, before she opened it, there was a very faint, but loud hissing sound...one akin to a very angry snake. Thea froze up. It wasn't that she was scared of snakes...but Rather what Prim could have DONE to the wildlife if she took Ka Lā's place.

She could feel cold scales wrap around her legs, and paled when she saw a giant Rearticulated Python staring angrily at her. Two lethal fangs hung down from its mouth as it gave a threatening hiss. Thea gave a Gulp. If she wasn't afraid of snakes before, she was now. "Ah. I see you've met my new pet." Came the sneering voice of Madame Prim from the doorway. "Your...What?!" Thea panicked, catching a glimpse of the snake's sword like tail. "Yes...My acquaintances have so graciously made sure that what we're doing is well protected...and have gifted me their latest creation in order to do so." She gloated, stroking a hand on the large scales.

Thea felt her jaw drop. Who the heck could Prim be working with that could have done this?! "Now then...I do believe that you have some voice lessons to be getting back to." Prim said in a very condescending voice, opening the door back outside. "Why don't you hand me that file and be on your way?" She said, holding out a hand. Thea begrudgingly stepped back outside, handing Prim the Project X file as she did...but not without taking one of the papers inside that read 'Antidote'.

Meanwhile, Back with the Kids...

"Don't worry guys! We're coming!" Mei shouts, quickly slipping the Key Card into the door, and unlocking it. The doors quickly opened, and inside sat the drugged visitors. "Guys! Are you OK?!" Aria asked, running over to Iben to help her up. "Ka Lā...Her workers drugged us..." The blue haired woman whispered, dazed and confused about what was going on. "At least she didn't scramble your minds yet." Leo said, helping Haoyu up "Where's Yuri?" Trisha Jane asked "Ka Lā took her...She said she needed her for something 'Special'" Bruce said, his head and eyes fighting to stay up.

"That wasn't Ka Lā! At least not the real on. That was Madame Prim!" Rebecca shouted, slapping Cal on his cheeks in order to at least wake him up a little bit. "Wait...So you mean that..." Fiona started "Yes. Prim was the one who drugged you all, and she's enacting her revenge." Lora said, running over to help Sana. "This isn't good. They're all out of it..." Aria said, her eyes filled with worry. "Jett! Maybe we can see if that vial really is the cure now!" Emma said. "Well...It's worth a shot. I've only got so much, so we have to be careful about this." Jett said, still trying to get the cuff off.

"Balan? Can you turn whatever is in this vial into mist?" Lora asked. "This is a odd request, I won't deny, But given the circumstances, it's worth a try." The top hatted maestro said. Jett then opened the bottle, and Balan snapped his fingers, making the liquid start to float up into the air, and form a rainbow like mist. Every last person, drugged and not drugged breathed it in, and felt a wave of calm rush over them. Ka Lā breathed it in as well "Ahh...The scent of my rainbow flower. I've missed it so much." She said, nostalgia in her voice. Once the mist faded away, the group took another look at their drugged friends and families, hoping that it worked...

Silence filled the room as they waited...

The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife...

And then...

Mei, The Hualings, Alice, Harold and Francis belong to @sundove88

Rebecca, The Reynolds belong to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane, The Postrados, Phil, Lila and John belong to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Lora belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Jett, Skarlett, Ivy, Piper, and Lizz belong to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld

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ofmiceandmonster · 1 year

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All I Ever Wanted

TW - Strangulation, PTSD, and Nightmare

Nina was woken up by screaming. Her brother’s screaming.

The first time this had happened, Nina scrambled out of bed and ran to his bedroom door which he always kept locked, and called out to him. When she hadn’t received an answer, she busted it down with her entire body, only to find that he was fine. He had only had a nightmare.

After they replaced the door, he no longer kept it locked.

The next couple of times that it had happened were responded to similarly. Nina would run out of bed and to his bedroom, forcing the door wide open to check on him, but it was always the same.

Nightmares.

Johan apparently dealt with them almost every single night. Sometimes they just happened to be so bad that he would wake up in an absolute frenzy, screaming and fighting a foe who did not exist outside of his realm of slumber. It sickened Nina to think that in a little over 3 months, she had gotten completely used to this.

But tonight… she was tired of letting Johan suffer by himself. She grabbed a pillow and blanket and walked towards his bedroom.

She kept the lights off as she walked out of her room and into the hallway that separated their bedrooms. The moonlight was all she needed to find her way. Anymore would strain her eyes.

She could still hear him screaming from the other side of the door. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how torturous they must be, they didn’t even give him the mercy of waking him up right away.

She turned the doorknob and walked inside.

Thankfully, Johan didn’t keep his curtains closed.

Johan’s bed was in the far corner of the room, illuminated poorly by the large windows that were placed to the side of it. She could see him scrunched up under the covers, his head was turned in the opposite direction, his hair a wavy mess on his head. He was panting, drawing the covers in tighter on himself, towards his chest. He called out to Nina, using her old name.

“Anna!… Anna!” Nina ran to his side, snapped out of her daze. She gently and slowly got onto the bed and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She had never engaged in physical contact before with his episodes, so she had no way to prepare for what happened next.

He turned around and grabbed her by the neck in a single movement, squeezing hard. When Nina tried to speak his name it only came out as garbled nonsense. She grabbed the hands holding her, trying to get away, but it was futile. His eyes were open, but it was like he wasn’t seeing what was right in front of him.

Which was fair it was dark.

She had to try something, something to let him know it was her without speaking.

She reached out slowly up to his cheek and caressed it, her thumb coming up to swipe underneath his tired eyes. With her other hand, she went to brush out his bangs and massage his scalp.

His expression changed very subtly. Instead of the uncanny blankness, he held before, his eyes widened with a hint of recognition. A frown sunk his lips…

“Nina?” He let her go.

Nina coughed violently, holding her neck and sucking in as much air as her lungs would allow. Johan was still in temporary shock, but soon enough his hand came to gingerly rub her back. Nina grabbed at her delicate neck, checking for any spot that it might hurt more than others, and found none. He bruised her, but she was ok. She didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything.

Getting up on her hands and knees, she looked to Johan’s shocked face and smiled. “I’m ok.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Johan blinked, then seemed to snap out of it all at once. “Nina… why are you in my room?”

Nina just smiled sadly, expecting to receive an answer like that. “I heard you calling out for me, so I came to spend the night with you.” She picked up the blanket and pillow she had brought for emphasis.

“…oh… Nina that is very unnecessary-“

Nina was unfazed, giggling. “So what? We used to sleep together all the time. What’s wrong with doing it now.”

Johan looked like he was about to say something, but then gave up. “Nina… I just got done almost strangling you. Do you really think it’s a good idea to sleep next to me after that?”

“Yes.”

“We are too old for this.”

“It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

Johan let out a deep breath from his nose, having given up. “I’m not going to convince you otherwise am I?”

“No. You. Are. Not!” Nina replied with a toothy grin.

Johan closed his eyes… then opened them. “Alright…” He scooted over and gave her room, patting the bed. “Get in before I change my mind.”

Nina hopped in, not excitedly but very contently. She wrapped herself in her blanket and cuddled in next to him. Johan groaned and covered his head in his comforter, tired of her antics.

Not much happened for a while, and for a moment, Johan thought that Nina might have already gone to sleep.

She wrapped her arm around him, spooning him.

“…Nin-“

“We used to sleep like this when we were little kids, do you remember?” She pressed her face into his back, inhaling his scent. “Back when we lived with Mommy… she couldn’t afford to buy two beds. We slept like this every single night. I was always the big spoon.” This was true, Johan wasn’t exactly the cuddling type even back then, but he didn’t mind when she cuddled him.

“I remember.” He replied, no longer tired, but he didn’t want to tell her that, especially after he heard her yawning.

“I missed this.” She sounded very sad.

He hated touching, he hated being vulnerable, but he couldn’t help but want to hold her in that moment.

He didn’t turn around, he just listened to her spill her heart out to him. He didn’t understand it, not when she was one of the few people who knew how manipulative he was.

“You know… even when I forgot about you-“ She breathed in and sighed, apologetic. He hoped she wasn’t going to start apologizing about that all over again. “I-I wouldn’t feel right unless I had something big and warm. I couldn’t sleep unless I was holding a teddy or a big pillow.

She held him tighter.

“I missed this… I missed you so much, Johan…”

She had no idea how to tell him she loved him. Her brother who was so cold, so closed off, so broken and so hurt. He would probably reject the information. This was the closest she would allow herself to go.

“Having you here with me right now… I may have not known it then, but it was really all I have ever wanted. I have felt so empty and so alone, for seemingly no reason, for almost my entire life… It’s only when I’m with you, that I feel complete.”

Johan didn’t say anything, but he shared the sentiment.

“Thank you, Nina. You have no idea for how long I have wanted to hear that…” Johan smiled, knowing full well that Nina couldn’t see it.

“But you know there are easier ways to say I love you… right?”

#sibling love #johan and anna #Johan and Nina #fluff #cuddles #ptsd #hurt/comfort #post monster

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archersxartxblog · 1 year

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Master Post

So is it messed up that this chapter is shorter and I left it on a cliffhanger? :)

Don't worry Ingo and the twins will star a bit more in the next chapters since they weren't really in this one. also, I used a lot of dialoged from the game, just to kind of set things up.

Chapter 21

"Did you think to gain our trust by quelling the frenzies you yourself brought about? And having gained our trust, what then? What is it you're really after here?"

"This person-This stranger appeared out of the Rift in space-time! Who here can guarantee she is who she says? Who here can guarantee she can be trusted?!"

"She will be given the chance to investigate this latest disaster… but not as a member of the Galaxy team. She remains a suspect unless she can clear her name."

"There are those in our village who cannot trust a stranger like you who fell from the sky. And so I must ask you to leave. You are no longer welcome in the Galaxy team."

"Consider yourself banished from this village until you can explain why these calamities keep befallen our good people…No-Until you've restored our world to its rightful state and prove your innocence beyond doubt!"

"But I have not forgotten your deeds nor the…unusual skill you have displayed. That is why I have chosen to let you walk out of here free rather than clap you in chains."

Kamado’s words bounced around in her head continuously, in a never-ending cycle leaving her in a dazed state as she followed slowly behind Captain Cyllene, the red sky above glaring down at all of them.

Banished…

She had been Banished.

After she had done everything that was asked of her. Calmed all of the frenzied Nobles.

Only for it to all be thrown back into her face.

None of it mattered.

She was still a stranger here and nothing she did would ever earn their trust.

And they had no problem throwing her out to the Luxrays.

That is…

slowly she looked toward the blood-red sky…

That is unless she could solve this newest mystery and clear her name, as currently, she was somehow to blame for both this and the frenzies she had spent most of her time calming.

How she was going to figure this one out, she had no idea, as she would no longer have the resources of the Galaxy team, let alone any place to stay.

“Akari!”

“Huh?” she was suddenly snapped out of her spiralling thoughts by someone shouting her name, and she looked up to see Rei and the Professor running up to her only to be stopping a few feet away from her.

“Akari, My dear, we only just heard.” the Professor panted, bent over as he tried to catch his breath, before looking up at her with worry. “You’re to be…expelled? From the Village?” his words dripping with disbelief, his eyes begging for her to deny this claim.

But all Akari could do was slowly nod her head. “Yeah, the commander is banishing me-”

“What? Why?!” Rei cut her off, looking between her and the captain for some kind of answer.

“Because…” she had to pause as she felt herself choke up just a bit at looking at her friend. “Because he thinks I’m to blame for this.”

“Wha-”

“Because I fell from the Rift. Just like the Lightning that’s been causing the frenzies.” She shook her head, quickly losing the battle with her emotions as everything seemed to hit her. “And-and so that means I’m to blame for this too apparently. So people can’t trust someone like me, so I have to leave.” she squeezed her eyes shut trying to fight back the tears, but they slipped down her cheek despite her best efforts.

“Akari…” the Professor whispered, slowly reaching out to try and console the teen.

“Make Way! Prisoners Coming Through! Make Way!”

Akari quickly straightened and wiped the tears from her eyes, before taking a deep breath and looking over toward the commotion by the gate…

Only for her heart to jump into her throat.

Three members of the security corps, their uniforms as red as the sky, walked in formation, the lead member carrying a chain behind him.

Flanking the group, the chain pinning his hands together clinking together as he walked, was a man in a dark coat and hat, silver sideburns framing his face. His back slouched forward as he walked, and his hat cast a dark shadow over his face.

By his sides were two smaller forms, their hands bound and tied to the same chain as their father.

The air seemed to become like ice as Akari watched the group approach, her jaw falling open and tears once more falling freely from her eyes.

Quickly she snapped out of her super and lunged toward the group “Uncle Ingo!” she cried, but she was quickly grabbed and held back. “Uncle Ingo!” she tried again, struggling against the arms that held her back as the group got closer.

The group passed by them, and everything seemed to move in slow motion, as The Warden slowly glanced toward her, only for one of the security corps members to yank the chains nearly causing one of the twins to trip.

“No! Uncle Ingo!” she struggled even harder, but the hands held tightly.

“Akari!”

“No! They Can’t do this! They haven’t done anything!” she was quickly wearing out, and her throat was starting to hurt and become strained, but still she struggled as she watched the three get pulled further and further away.

Akari!” suddenly she was pulled back and forcefully turned around until she came face to face with Cyllene. The normally stern face woman looked at her with worry in her eyes. “You Can’t help them.”

“But-”

“No!” The Captain squeezed her shoulders lightly. “If you try and help them now, you’ll only make things worse.” Cyllene’s voice shook ever so slightly. “You can’t help them if you’re in chains as well. They have a better chance if you're free.” the captain locked eyes with her. “Do you understand?”

Akari glanced over her shoulder, and watched the three, the twins hugged as close to their father as they could as they were pulled into Galaxy Hall in chains. It wasn’t right. They hadn’t done anything wrong. They weren’t a part of this.

But Captain Cyllene was right, if she tried to help them now, she could end up chained up right beside them. After all, the only reason she was being banished and not chained up was that she had helped the village. If she was chained up with them, then who else would there be to solve this problem and clear all their names?

Slowly she looked back at the Captian and nodded in understanding.

“Good.” Cyllene nodded, her hands falling to her sides once more as she stood back up. “Now, let us continue to the gate. It is still my job to bring you to escort you from the Village and to the Fieldland camps.”

“As will I, naturally.” the Professor coughed slightly, trying to clear his throat.

“I’ll also see her off,” Rei spoke up, squaring his shoulders and try not to look too upset by everything that was happening.

“I’ll allow it.” the captain gave a nod and started once more toward the gate, this time with the Professor and Rei in tow.

Unlike before, Akari marched close behind with purpose, wanting nothing more than to get out of the village and get to work. Her mind buzzed with everything she needed to do.

This was no longer just for her but for her adopted Uncle and his family. She needed to act quickly if the commander was willing to put a kid in handcuffs there was no telling what else he might try to do. But as her Uncle had told her before, ‘she must act with speed but not haste’.

The first thing she needed to do was to find help, as there was no way she would be able to figure all this out on her own. And without the Galaxy team's resources to work with, she would need to find someone else to help her, and with Ingo and the twins being out of the picture, she couldn’t exactly go to them.

The group passed through the gate and continued on until they were at the first Feildlands base came and only then did they stop when Rei broke the silence.

“I can’t believe the Boss would do this…you were acting on his own orders when you quelled the frenzied nobles…” the boy was practically shaking as he spoke, the emotions he’d been pushing back as they walked seemed to erupt forward. “He can’t just banish you for following orders! It’s not right! And those kids, there’s like nine years old and their dad is a poor old man, there’s no way they could have done anything. Didn’t he just get in trouble with the Pearl clan when he barred them from entering, isn’t this just like declaring war or something?”

Akari almost wanted to laugh, picturing their reactions to Rei’s words. Picturing Uncle Ingo declaring that he wasn’t that old and the twins arguing that they were not nine. It would have been funny, if only they were able to join them.

“Quite right! Moreover, even if you did happen to fall from the sky, that hardly gives you the power to turn it red! The same goes for Warden Ingo and his two boys” the professor huffed, crossing his arms, in full agreeance with Rei. “This is utterly intolerable–and, I might add, unscientific! As a man of science, I must fight such illogical thinking tooth and nail!”

It was heartwarming, really, to see that there were still those in the Galaxy team that still believed her innocent, that were willing to fight for her.

“You must not.” the Captain’s voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up to see the stern-faced woman addressing the Professor. “It will only cause Akari more pain if you are driven out as well for defending her.”

And just like that Akari’s heart sank once more, but it was true, she didn’t want anyone else banished for defending her. “Please, Professor, Rei, the Captain is right. Don’t get yourselves in trouble on my account.” it was hard to say, but the last thing she wanted was for the remaining friends she had to be banished alongside her.

To this Captain Cyllene, gave her a sympathetic look. “There are who might offer help. You’ve been an aid to both the Diamond Clan and the Pearl Clan.”

“Of course!” a slight smile appeared on the Professor’s face. “Perhaps Adaman or Irida will take you in.” yet as he spoke all the excitement seemed to drain away. “Though I’m already afraid they’ve both returned to their respective settlements…”

“Perhaps you could try to go find Lain first? He’s likely to be at Grandtree arena.” Rei suggested.

Akari nodded. It wasn’t a lot, but it was something. She’d worked hard to help the clans quell the nobles, even if it had been under Kamado’s orders. So there was a chance that at least one of the clans would be willing to take her in. though she would rather speak directly to the leaders than go through their Wardens.

Besides, Irida had been far from happy when Ingo and his family had been barred from the village. She would no doubt be furious to learn that the Commander had one of her Warden’s arrested, that just might be the key to getting Uncle Ingo and the twins to safety.

“Don’t Die alone out there, that’s an order.” the Captain spoke up once more, her eyes locked on to the teen as she spoke with the same tone she used to give out missions. “I will ensure you have all that you need to complete the survey the Commander has tasked you with. As for The Warden and his children, I will do everything I can to ensure their safety. Now, If I might offer my advice,” she paused for a moment “In this life, you will meet both admiration and abuse from others. How others choose to view is a choice only they can make. You can not make it for them. All that truly matters is that you hold firm to your own values.”

“Yes Sir!” Akari quickly saluted, doing her best to fight the tears that were whelming up, as the captain turned to leave, Rei following close behind.

Leaving only her and the Professor behind.

“Remember the dream I shared with you on Prelude Beach? To Complete the Pokedex? That dream simply won’t come true without you…” Laventon muttered, giving her a watery smile. “Please, my dear, be safe.”

And with that, he turned and headed back into the village.

Akari stood there for a minute more, slowly collecting her thoughts before she turned away from the base camp and towards the Feildlands in front of her.

“Don’t worry Uncle Ingo, I’ll get you and the boys out of there.” she sighed turning her eyes to the unnatural sky. “Somehow.”

—

Zisu walked ahead of the group, keys in hand as she lead the group deeper into Galaxy Hall. the frown on her face deepened with every step she took.

She could not believe the Commander was forcing her to do this, yet here she was. She supposed she did have a choice in the matter, do as she was told or be stripped of rank and clapped in irons alongside the Warden and his boys. And while she preferred to stand her ground, someone needed to be on the outside to make sure her men were kept in line.

She’d already had to correct them twice when it came to pulling on the chain and nearly causing someone to trip.

Besides, it wasn't like standing her ground would do any good, the Commander was completely willing to bypass her completely and give the orders himself.

“Alright, hold here. I will get the door.” She commanded, taking a few steps toward one of the lock doors that led deeper underground.

“Yes, sir.” one of her men answered with a salute. Before muttering about how cold it was in the building. “The sky turning red must be blocking the sun, it’s been freezing since we left the highlands.”

“Agreed, these Sky Fallers must be trying to freeze us out.” another whispered back.

Zisu just shook her head listening to them as she continued to fumble with the keys before pushing open the door. “Common, let's get this over with.” she sighed allowing the group to go first.

The moment they crossed the threshold the darker and damper things started to get. Gone were the clean white walls and wooden trim, replace with stone and dirt floors.

The Prison was located under Galaxy Hall, hidden away out of view of both their allies and the general public. A place that only a select few people knew about, and even fewer could even access.

This was no place for a family to reside for any amount of time.

Once they reached the bottom, Zisu once more walked to the front and did her duty. unlocking the iron bars of the cell, she bowed her head and closed her eyes. not wanting to see or risk making eye contact with the warden or his children as they were forced into the cell.

“There!” she heard one of her men sigh in relief as the door was swung shut. “That’s three less Sky fallers we have to worry about now.” the man dusted his hands off, turning to leave with the others. “Common, let's get upstairs and get warmed up.”

“Yeah, this place gives me the creeps.”

“You coming captain?”

“Hm?” Zisu looked over at the trio and then back at the family behind the bars. “Go on without me, I’ll be up in a bit.”

"You sure Captain?" The man looked back at her with confusion, only for one of his comrades to slap his arm as he passed.

"Hey, give her a break. She treated those kids like her own only for them to go and betray her."

"Oh, right. Ah, see you, topside captain."

The three quickly departed after that, closing the door behind them.

The moment she heard the door slam shut, Zisu released a heavy sigh.

It was true, she guessed. She had heard the rumours the villagers spread about her and the Warden's children, and not once had she worked to disprove them. From the moment she met the twins she had latched onto them, and that bond only grew the more she had gotten to know the both of them.

Their likes, their dislikes, their little quirks, and the little bit of their past they had shared.

"Zor…Choo."

She looked over to the cell at the sound of the eldest twin sneeze, a softer sound than she would have expected from the boy.

She watched as the Warden sat against the wall of the cell, chewing his lip as he pulled the boys toward himself. He batted his youngest hands away as the boy tried to fuss with the cuffs around his wrists. Not once looking up at Zisu or addressing her.

Yes, here men were right, there was a betrayal. But it was not that of the Warden or his boys.

"I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but whatever it is, the Commander will deserve whatever happens to him." She said, breaking the silence, as she turned to head up the stairs.

The only sound to follow was a deep growling noise that rumbled from the Warden’s throat.

Slowly, she ascended the stairs, leaving the three in the cell surrounded by the unnatural chill that had settled in the area.

No, the only person betraying anyone here was her…

And deep down, she knew it was the right thing to do.

—

"You! What in the world did you do?!" Liann shouted the moment he saw her approach, pointing toward the rift just above Mt Coronet's peak. "Look at the size of that Rift! If lightning starts pouring from it, all the pokemon in Hisui could be thrown into a frenzy! The entire Clan is in a panic now!"

Not the greeting Akari had hoped for, but she'd be lying to herself if she said it wasn't expected from the young Warden. "Oh, so you think I did this too, huh, so glad you and Commander Kamado are on the same page.” she huffed as she came to a stop in front of him. “If I could really do all this, do you really think I would have gone through all the trouble of calming the nobles?”

Probably not the best way to approach someone you’re about to ask for help, but today had been rough enough as is. Akari wasn’t about to let herself be bullied by a ten-year-old to top it off. Only Emmet and Lil’Ingo got that privilege and that was only because they outnumbered her.

But Lian just crossed his arms and snorted at her retort. “I should have known the only thing that could come from that rift was a disaster…”

“You know Ingo and the twins are also from the Rift, right?”

“Y-Yeah, B-but” This left the young Warden sputtering slightly. “But that’s different! They're different! Okay!”

As much as Akari would have loved to continue to banter with the young Warden, she had come here for a reason and she honestly wasn’t sure if she had a lot of time to be messaging around. “Look Lian, can we continue this another time? Preferable when the world doesn’t look like it’s about to end at any moment.” she sighed before getting right to the point. “I need Help. I’ve been banished from Jubilife village and I can only go back when I’ve ‘Solved’ this whole mess. But I can’t do that without help.”

At this, the fight seemed to drain out of the boy, as he tipped his hat up to look at her. “Help?! Ah. Well.” Lian hummed slightly as he considered her words. “That’s not exactly something I can do.” his shoulder’s slumped a little in guilt. “It’s not that I wouldn’t like to help you… but it would put Irida in a difficult position.” he sighed. “I truly do wish that I could repay you for quelling Kleavor’s frenzy like you did. You must know that there’s nothing I alone can do for you.”

Akari deflated at those words, starting to feel the prickle of defeat biting at her heels. This was not what she was hoping for.

Yet, Lian still gave her a reassuring smile.

“But, maybe you should hike out to the Highlands? I’m sure he’d help you out.” the young Warden suggested. “Normally I wouldn’t suggest someone take advantage of Warden Ingo’s kindness but you two seem really close, and it gives Irida a little bit of wiggle room since he and the twins are not originally from the Pearl clan.” Lian smiled, sounding confident in his words. “And the Twins can help you out with this task! Ingo’s great with handling dangerous pokemon.”

As much as Akari wanted to read more into the boy’s wording at the end, there was one glaring problem with his suggestion. “Yeah, that’s the other reason I came to you about this…” the image of the three being led down the road in chains came to mind, bringing with it bitter emotions. “The Commander had Ingo and the twins arrested.”

“Wha-”

She looked away quickly, trying to control her own breathing. “I saw them being brought in when I was being escorted from the village.”

Lian was quiet for several minutes after his, letting the words sink in before he exploded. “What?! No! They can’t just go and arrest a member of the Pearl clan! Let alone a Warden and their family! Are those Galaxy people trying to pick a fight with the Pearl Clan!”

The young Warden was livid upon hearing this news if his red face and the vice-like grip he had on his hat were anything to go by.

“So, you’ll help me out?”

Despite the fact Lain looked ready to fight his way into Jubilife himself, the energy drained out of him and he shook his head. “I’m sorry Akira. But that’s still not something I can do.” he looked back at her. “If we took you in now it would make things a lot harder for Irida in the long run.” he paused trying to put his thoughts into words. “Think about it, if Galaxy team is willing to arrest them and throw you out because of this…” he gestured toward the sky, “if Irida tries to negotiate their release, the commander could just point to the fact we took you in and use as a reason too whole onto them.” he chewed on his lip. “Worst, if this goes any further, he could decide to make an example of them…”

Akari hated this reasoning.

Hated it because in a way it made sense.

If Kamado was willing to throw her out to the Luxrays then Arceus only knows what he’d be willing to do to Ingo and the twins if he felt pushed.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” she conceded, bowing her head.

“Warden Mai might be able to help you, though. She’s a very caring woman, after all.” He tried another suggestion, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Besides, you’ve helped the Diamond Clan a lot too, and…you know…they don’t have a hostage situation in their hands. So they’ll probably be able to help you out.”

She slowly nodded to this, sighing slightly.

“You’ll most likely find Mai at the Worn Bridge. I believe it’s a very significant place for her.” slowly Lian turned and started heading back toward the Arena. “I have to send a message about all this.” he paused looking over his shoulder at her. “I’m certain that in the vastness of Hisui, there’s a place for you as well. Oh, and don’t worry about Ingo and the twins. We’ll make sure they're safe. Just make sure to take care of yourself. I know Ingo wouldn’t want you worrying over them.”

Akari sighed but nodded as she turned to leave as well. “Thanks, Lian. I’ll go talk to Mai, hopefully, I’ll have more luck with the Diamond Clan. talk to you when the world isn’t ending.”

And with that, she made her way out of the forest, setting off towards the Worn Bridge.

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