#but i also wanted to show that she is human and in pain. she regrets everything bad she's done and just wants to live in peace

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Lost Love

(Small story I thought about doing until I write another request that I got, also be looking out I’m working on 4 request at a time then the rest at once💕)

Cha Hyun su x fem reader

Genre: Just a bit emotional

It’s been a year since you last saw Hyun su after trying his self into the military to keep the remaining survivors of Green Home safe , so we all would be able to saved and took to a shelter/camp that was meant for any survivors

Since then you lived with the regret of not telling him about the baby , both you and Hyun su moved in together in your first apartment at Green home , since you were a bit more social you made a few friends inside the building , but most of you time was spent with Hyun su

When the apocalypse started. Hyun su started to have serious noise bleeds , times where he would black out or there were even moments you felt like he want your Hyun su

After gathering with the remaining survivors you soon learned that Hyun su was a special case of the monsters that now roamed the city

After a while you found out you were pregnant, deciding it wasn’t the right time as you kept the pregnancy to yourself .. not knowing Hyun su would turn his self in the same night

Now here you were a year later with two beautiful children, a boy and a little girl , even though it’s been just a year they were already at the age of 12

Before giving birth to Cha Hee (son) and Cha Hui (girl) , you escaped from the shelter finding a small abandoned camper , the only joy out it was that it was two small rooms that had a full sized bed in both , a small kitchen and dining area that was in the middle and the driver seat that was locked right when you entered the camper

Your pregnancy was pretty easy we’re surprised you along the way , except that you felt your self changing as you started to hear a voice in your head , you belly barely as it looked like you were just bloated from a good meal or something, but you knew you were pregnant, the hardest part of the whole pregnancy was the birth , since you didn’t have any support, you ended up giving birth to the twins inside the camper in your small room , bring down on a spare dry towel you had to hold in your scrams as you gave birth to both Cha Hee and Ch Hui

After giving birth to the twins you noticed how much you’ve changed, your eyes had I slight hit of green with time making your neon eyes now look unnatural, you half grew a bit longer as you soon realized that you gave in to your desires , now becoming a monster but some how keeping it in control.. maybe it was because you had not one but two people to protect

After a few months after having Cha Hee and Cha Hui you soon realized that they weren’t exactly human either , as Cha Hee was born with bright blue eyes , Cha Hui was born with Green eyes

There was a few differences between the two as Cha Hee, he was a quite child , who could make a person go crazy after a certain amount of days soon resulting in their suicide or the death of everyone around them including them selves if you were lucky enough to stay on his good side he would use his touch to show your most happiest memories

Cha Hui was a bit different she was a cold child , always quietly analyzing others , but even though she seemed cold she was super nice once you got to know her , her touch could either set your ablaze as you scream in pain and agony or you could fall into a deep sleep that no one could wake you out of as you live out your deepest fears over and over again, but like her brother if your were no harm to her mother or Cha Hee she could show you your happiest memories ,you didn’t discover this until it happened in front of your eyes

After that you had Cha Hee and Cha Hui to keep on a special pair of gloves that were handmade by you, it made you feel a bit more safe if no one would discover there powers then any one would assume their normal kids , the only thing that would make any one realize their twins it their dark black hair that resembles Cha Hyun Su’s

As you laid in your bed as you start to realize that it’s been quite for a while now , thinking that the the twins were in bed as you stand to your feet , slowly walking out of your room and you peek into their room that was located on the right of yours

Seeing that the room was empty as you start to become slightly worried , heading for the kitchen finning area to see that they weren’t there either

‘Where are they’ the voice in stead your head says as you frantically search the camper a second time just to make sure , but when you saw they weren’t there you quickly open the doors to the camper heading down the three small steps as you head out the door looking left and right frantically as you run straight heading down the road as you call out both Cha Hee and Cha Hui’s names

Not getting a response from neither of your babies as you start to panic thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to them

What if they ran into humans? Or worse the military? , as your mind starts to cloud with questions that only made you panic more , you soon came to a hault as you heard a few giggles , looking around the area as you notice a small grader dome

Taking a small breathe in and out as you head inside the small dome , eyeing scanning around the flowers that bloomed with life , causing you to feel a bit calm but still worrying for you babies

After a while of walking down the small trail you come to a stop , as you feel your body tense up , confusion shown in your eyes

There was Cha Hee and Cha Hui.. but they weren’t alone , there stood Hyun su with a girl that seemed to be around the age of 14 as she talked to Cha Hui who had a small smile on her face , it took a while before Cha Hyun su noticed your presence , eyes locking with your as Ah-yo turned to see why Hyun su was so quite , eyes slowly following his as they land on you soon catching the attention of the twins

“MOMMY” Cha Hee screams out with joy as he runs toward you wrapping his arms around your waist with a smile

“Mom , look we made a new friend” Cha Hee says as pulls away from the hug grabbing a hold of your hand as he pulls you towards Hyun su , Ah-yi and Cha Hui as Cha Hui soon stand beside you wrapping her arms around you as she looks at Ah-hi and Hyun su

“This is Ah-yi and Hyun su” Cha Hee says as he points to both Ah-yi and Hyun su

“And this is our mom , Reader” Cha Hui says as she tightens her hold eyes still watching Ah-yi and Hyun su who eyes now look at you with pure shock

“M-Mom…” Hyun su says as his head hangs low , Ah- yi noticing the hurt in his voice , after a few seconds his head slowly rises eyes now shining blue as he gives you a cold stare

“ After everything we done for you.. to keep you safe , and you have some assholes child , correction children” Hyun su says eyes staring daggers in to yours as you feel a shiver flow down your spine

“I-It’s not like that” You reply as you look down down your feet not able to look him in the eye

“Wait..you know her” Ah-yo says as she looks between you and Hyun su in confusion

“I do actually in fact she’s our dear girlfriend, well was it seems” Hyun su says eyes now looking both at you , Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“I didn’t cheat okay.. I just..” you say looking back in to Hyun Su’s eyes tears now threading to fall

“I don’t know how to tell you and it was to late.. you let us alone” you managed to choke out as tears start to flow, Shock showing on Hyun Su’s face as he looks between Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“T-Their .. mine” Hyun su says eyes slowing turning to normal as he slowly falls to his knees , tears falsify flowing down his face as he looks at you with a sorry expression

“I-I didn’t mean to .. I-I just wanted to keep you safe..I..” before he could finish his sentence Cha Hee warped his in a warm hug as Cha Hui looks him in his teary eyes

“So .. your our father” Cha Hui says as her green eyes watches Hyu su closely as he slowly nods his head in agreement, slowly walking towards Hyun su as she slowly wraps her arms around him pulling him and Cha Hee in a hug

“I had a weird feeling .. it explains why we were okay with you keeping us company” Cha Hee says with apart smile

After a while of hugging , Hyun su informs you on Ah-yi and how he has been taking care of her since she was pretty much born , listening as Hyun su talks about Ah-yi like a proud father , which he was, he starts to feel guilty about missing his own kids growing up deciding to keep not only Ah-yo but you and both Cha Hee and Cha Hui close and safe

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #cha hyun su x reader #sweethomefanfic #sweet home x reader #sweet home fanfic #kdrama x reader

[taylortruther]

I actually agree with you 100% on all long-term relationship breakups being pretty much the same. When you've loved someone for so long, it means they're also part of your routines, part of your comfort, part of your home and part of your family. Their family becomes your family, their friends become your friends, their hopes and aspirations become things you care about as well as their struggles. The reasons why the rs starts falling apart aren't as simple as one or both parties no longer "being in love", but rather a combination of issues: career ambitions intolerable to the relationship for various reasons, incompatibility of personalities or of extended families, growth at different paces, the goals and wishes agreed at the start of the rs changing with time, loss of trust and connection, etc. I thought of this the other day when an anon mentioned the movie Blue Valentine, and I think the reason why that film feels so realistic (and devastating) is because all long term relationships slowly desintegrate in similar manners to what happens to the couple in the movie. And piggybacking off the discourse we had on The Alcott, it's quite desperating and frustrating to slowly realize that things that once were profoundly sacred have come to feel like a curse; you no longer feel like you're choosing everyday to be with this person out of love, but rather that you're emprisioned to them.

What we know about TTPD department so far makes me think this will be explored but not in the way many fans seem to be expecting (not you guys lol but I have seen ppl that expect the songs to be sassy, petty, and accusatory). Instead, I think we will see her show and deconstruct all the ways she fought for it to work, compromising, committing, twisting herself into a pretzel, and making herself smaller, not because he was "forcing her" like some fans think but rather from her own decision bc that's just how much she loved him. Which is even more devasting if you think of it: she locked herself away, tried to dim her shine, beared emotional burdens alone because of her own conviction and desire to make things work, not as a result of him "making her" do all of that. So imo one of the reasons this album will be particularly devastating is bc we will learn in a very raw manner just how much she loved this man and how much she was willing to give up for him, and how much regret she probably has about things she did for him that at the time felt like a no-brainer but in hindsight seem ridiculous (which is a very common thing for everyone bc that's simply what you do when you love someone; love isn't usually rational). And this will undoubtedly be very relatable for ppl who have been in ltrs that ended bc, as you say, most of them end in the same way and most of us realize how much we actually sacrificed for it only after the fact.

i agree!!! also, we know taylor never does anything by halves. we know love is basically a religion of drug to her. we know she felt that he believed in her and loved her for her at a time when she felt she was distinctly unlovable. we know she fought hard to deal with her baggage. we know she was reflecting on fame, how fickle it is, and why she wanted it so badly (miss americana doc, mirrorball, midnight rain, to name a few.) we can look at midnights to see the things that were haunting her and they were things like: dealing with fame, choosing the hard way, reckoning with loss of self, wanting to protect love that felt fragile, blocking out noise, the empowerment and loneliness of relying on oneself. midnights feels like a very honest and logical progression past folkmore, which discussed those topics as well as infidelity, taking up space, confronting depression and pain and other sticky human desires. ttpd feels like it will further touch on these complicated and sticky and dark topics, with the added "bonus" of the specter of a breakup, and the breakup itself, haunting them. anyone whose ever lost a part of themselves to try and save a relationship of any kind will understand, i think. love is a beast that way.

#a black dog you might even say #predictions #ttpd

[halcyonfawn]

the meaning behind "face the raven" theme in "wild blue yonder" and more

a continuation of this post. i need to talk about this otherwise i'll explode.

some people have also said that this theme is playing in "last christmas" and "hell bent" (thank you for pointing that out, i'm going to die) which makes it all even worse (better). therefore, this post is, more or less, destined to turn into capaldi's era brainrot. but not all of it, i promise.

you've been warned.

first of all, allow me to refresh your memory. let's look into the context of the scenes where we heard this music theme before.

"last christmas"

according to series 8 official soundtrack, this theme is a part of "every christmas is last christmas" and is heard quite clearly two times. they're both important scenes for the doctor and clara.

too late.

a moment full of regrets and nostalgia. the doctor thinking he's lost clara again, wishing he would have come back sooner. clara reminicing her life without the doctor in it.

"so no one matched up to danny, eh?" "there was one other man, but that would never have worked out." "why not?" "he was impossible."

it is (heavily) implied that "one other man" is the doctor. does the doctor himself realise that she's talking about him? open for interpretation. but what this small exchange truly does is showing a game of saying something without actually saying it.

"can you really see no difference in me?" "clara oswald, you will never look any different to me."

yet another way of dancing around words. there's something special and touching about this last line. it is sort of a confession of unconditional love. but the word itself - love - is never spoken out loud.

then again, twelfth might be face blind.

second chances.

now, this scene is a complete opposite of the one mentioned above. it's full of hope, anticipation, happiness. a beginning of a new arc. he is given a second chance and he takes it. the doctor asks clara to run away with him once again. and she says "yes" without hesitation, takes his hand, kisses him on the cheek.

conclusion? these two scenes are focused entirely on the doctor and clara's relationship. it is there to show their strong connection, how much they mean to one another. utter devastation at the thought of their time ending and the absolute joy of reuniting after being separated. a chance at a happy ending. which also makes the music that plays on the background their theme.

"face the raven"

"every christmas is last christmas" is now turned into "face the raven" and is asocciated with clara's death. it also makes the previous name even more heartwrenching since last christmas was literally clara and doctor's last hurrah. we can hear this piece of music appear in two scenes as well.

clara's monologue about facing the raven.

"if danny pink can do it so can i. die right. die like i mean it, face the raven. maybe this is what i wanted. maybe this is it. maybe this is why i kept running. maybe this is why i kept taking all those stupid risks, kept pushing it."

she's accepting her fate and aknowleges her recklesness all the way throught the season 9. it was meant to be. there wasn't enough space for two doctors in the tardis.

"i let you get reckless" "why? why shouldn't i be reckless? you're reckless all the bloody time! why can't i be like you?" "clara, there's nothing special about me. i'm nothing but less breakable than you. i should've taken care of you."

this scene is also about how a human life can be so very short compared to the time lord's and how easily it can end. it's fragile. and it's the doctor's curse: bearing the pain of losing his loved ones.

clara meeting her fate.

as she approaches the raven, ever so brave, the doctor watches her. he hears clara scream, then witness her collapsing onto the ground. it is extremely painful, but this is, i repeat, the doctor's curse: watching his companions leave. there's no use in running away from that pain, it haunts him every step of the way.

"hell bent"

next time, "face the raven" theme can be heard during the memory wipe sequence. there is no name given for the background music in this particular moment, but it's quite obvious it represents loss and... letting go?

the doctor is about to make clara forget their time together (does that ring a bell, anyone?).

it is worth pointing out that the music becomes the loudest at the exact moment the doctor says:

"look how far i went for fear of losing you. this has to stop. one of us has to go."

it is the culmination of their relationship. companions that push each other to extremes. together they might destroy the whole universe in order to keep each other safe. there's no other way but to separate. they've formed such a strong connection than one is ought to forget the other.

even though at first the doctor is determined to wipe clara's memories, he then admits she is right: it is unfair to take away all that wonderful time they had from her. so he gives her a choice. or, more like, an offer to play a russian roulette. it's either you or me. i'm not going to press that button. we will do this together.

to summarise: all of these moments featured a strong connection between clara and the doctor. it also tells us a story about how hard it is to lose someone you care about deeply, especially for the doctor.

how is it all connected to the doctor and donna?

memory wipe

the doctor has to make donna and clara forget about him in order to keep them safe. expect that he doesn't give donna a choice, wiping her memory almost instantly, without saying a proper goodbye to her. obviously, he didn't have enough time to think of a better way to solve the problem since donna wouldn't have lasted long. however, it is still a decision he regrets making.

from "the star beast":

"i'm so glad you're back, donna. it killed me, it killed me, it killed me."

if we take a look at clara's situation, it's a bit different. i've already mentioned it above: at first, the doctor wants to do the same thing to clara that he did to donna. make her forget. expect, this time he is confronted for doing so (even threatened, at some point).

"these have been the best years of my life and they're mine."

i think this line triggers something in the doctor. because this is when he realises that this is not the right thing to do. not exactly. he'd already done it once and he regretted it. so this time, he offers a slightly different solution. someone still has to forget, but they'll press that button together. it's a mutual choice.

now, i know it's not entirely related to the dialogue in "wild blue yonder", but i think it's worth mentioning that donna and clara's stories are somewhat similar. i'm sure it's been said before, but it's still important.

donna's story was incomplete because she wasn't given a choice. now, that she remembers, 14th doctor makes sure their time together is worth-while. a second chance just like in "last christams".

too alike

another similarity between these two stories is that clara and donna are not entirely humans. not anymore.

donna's half timelord. even though her head is still not big enough to fit all the doctor's memories, she still has a part of the doctor in her.

clara's frozen in time, that makes her practically immortal. she risks her life, she reverses the polarity of the neuroblock, she gets her own tardis, she's even reffered to as "clara who" at the end of "hell bent". she has become the doctor in a sense.

but there can only be one doctor. so where's the story heading to at this point, i wonder? but we'll come back to this question later.

"but what really happened?"

before i say anything, it is obvious that the doctor's silence before and after he says "a lot" is him reminicing all that'd happened to him during the 11th, 12th and 13th reincarnations. all of the loss and pain he went through.

but why "face the raven" theme of all things? it could be a general theme of grief/nostalgia/painful memories, nothing else implied.

but please let me be delusional for a bit longer!

just as that scene in "hell bent" brought the doctor back to the moment he made donna forget him, could it be that bringing back his best friend's memories in a whole universe that "he absolutely loves", also reminded him of another important person in his life with similar story? just like "hell bent" mirrored "the journey's end", "wild blue younder" gave us a reference to "hell bent".

this is where we get back to the question about the current story direction.

foreshadowing?

donna's story is not over. and there are a lot of possibilities how it can end.

say, there is a connection to clara's story here, i wonder if that's where the plot's heading. in one of the trailers, the doctor does say "i'm not sure if i can save you this time" to donna. and it worries me. then again, maybe they're just tricking us into thinking something bad will happen (oh the drama).

i'd say it's unlikely donna's going to die because that would be absolutely devastating after just bringing her back. at the very least, the ending wouldn't be completely "happily ever after". perhaps, sacrifices will be made in order to prevent something truly horrible from happening.

why did this face come back?

in "the girl who died" twelfth doctor finally realises why he got his face. it is a call-back to "the fires of pompei" (don't even get me started on its being the episode with 10th and donna).

the message the doctor was giving to himself turned out to be:

"i'm the doctor and i save people!"

but what is 14th trying to tell himself?

i think it's about donna and more.

he's fixing his mistake of erasing her memories and depriving her of the right to remember amazing things that'd happened to her.

it's a reminder to actually tell people how much they mean to him. as we can see, 14th's more open with his feelings and constantly shows signs of affection towards his loved ones, even breaking the "never say i love you" rule.

it's about being honest and open with people because they deserve to hear it from him and he deserves to hear it back. because "things happen and then it's too late".

again, take 12th doctor, for instance. he constantly represses his feelings. but in my humble opinion, the reason why he's changed by season 10 was clara. she pulled him out of the dark place. and even though her death almost threw him back to that state again, he is still a better man by season 10.

but there were things left unsaid. love and care were always there but it was never said out loud. kind of the same thing happened with 13th.

i strongly believe that donna is that person for 14th. they're best friends who love each other deeply. and after the doctor lost her and got a second chance to fix everything, he does, he's being affectione. he's finally open with his feelings.

conslusion: why did you make us read all fo this?

to answer the question in the title: it's all tied with how memories are important and priceless, fixing past mistakes, moving on and learning to treasure every moment with people you care about like it's your last.

it can also be a foreshadowing for something terrible, but i choose to hope for the better.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

aaaand that is the end of my doctor who rant. thank you for getting this far, if you did!

my feelings about all of this can be described with this one meme:

#doctor who #doctor who meta #dw #dw spoilers #wild blue yonder #twelfth doctor #fourteenth doctor #tenth doctor #donna noble #clara oswald #face the raven #last christmas #hell bent #twelveclara #whouffaldi #i'm sincerely sorry if you've stumbled across some stupid grammatical or other mistakes while reading #i wrote a part of this at 3am #[unhinged analysis]

[sarah-yyy]

what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 55 mins each  where: youku (you can also dl the app) // youtube // coming up soon on viki (usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs) why: do you love watching a poor little meow-meow get tortured in a variety of ways before he decides to go fuck it, i’ll be a demon lord and kill everyone who wronged me?? do you like enemies to fated to kill you lovers??? do you enjoy PAIN AND SUFFERING??? this is the show for you

meet tantai jin, the cdrama fandom’s newest obsession 

cursed prince of the Jing kingdom who was sent as a hostage to a neighbouring kingdom. he’s been unloved and bullied all his life - think, discarded and left to die by his own father, kicked around by servants, begging for scraps of food, abandoned and slowly betrayed by everyone around him... it’s NOT GOOD buddies, you will watch his life unfold and you will become attached and want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants 

surprise surprise this sad pathetic man will one day become

THE demon lord who destroys all of humanity etc etc. look at this wardrobe upgrade??? amazing. beautiful. bad for humanity but great for him. good job, bud, you did well.

ANYWAY this show opens with demon lord tantai jin (affectionate) going on his lil’ murder spree (understandable). the fate of humanity as we know it to be rests on the shoulders of one li susu

to defeat tantai jin, she will transmigrate to the past into the body of ye xiwu (tantai jin��s evil wife who whips him every night (not in the fun way sorry buds) and tortures/bullies him for because it pleases her) to try to kill him while he’s weak, before he turns evil and amasses power. this is for the good of humanity!!! but also he’s truly so pathetic in the past that she can’t quite seem to put her heart into it (there’s also this whole finding his evil bone and getting rid of that before she can kill him problem but HMMM) and decides that?? maybe if she shows him some care and love??? she’ll subvert his murdermurdermurder tendencies????

this is the gist of the show!! there are a few arcs that we go through like all good xianxia cdramas, so we get to see them live through a few different lives (think: ten miles of peach blossom, pillow book etc etc), and every single dynamic between them is SO GOOD!!!!! we have spicy enemies to lovers!! cutesy arranged marriage between strangers to lovers (who don’t communicate enough for them to be happy)!!! star-crossed lovers fated to kill one another!!! 

the show is so goddamn pretty!! the aesthetics!!! the cgi!!!! the costumes ohmygod, i have never wanted to buy so many headdresses before

LOOK AT THIS!!! HOW PRETTY WAS THIS!!!!

he’s got this whole demon look LOCKED IN who else does it as well as my boy tantai jin

this show is very PRETTY but make no mistake there will be a lot of angst!!! that’s part of what makes it so good!! luo yunxi does Tortured, Feral and Deranged™ SO WELL i weep every time i see him on screen, i have truly not been Okay since this show started airing, buddies please join me in till the end of the moon hell, you will not regret it, promise 😇✨

⚠❗ few post-finale thoughts so y’all go into it with full disclosure (and can’t yell at me for inflicting pain on y’all, just know what i am also Suffering™) - stop reading from here if you want no spoilers for the show at all. 

trigger warning: there is some dubcon in ep 14 (stretches between approx. the 25:00-27:25 min mark) between ming ye and sang jiu 

we were all hoping for a happy ending, but this ends on a bad-open scale, depending on how you look at it. @minmoyu​ has helpfully directed me to a happy audio-epilogue which was apparently shot but didn’t make its way into the episode?? we still dk if the footage will be released as an extra?? we can all form a prayer circle and HOPE i guess

the plot is HMM the further to the end we get, probably because they had to cut the eps down, so it’s a little choppy, esp the last few scenes??? idk idk. it’s a bit exhausting to watch towards the end, because you root for ttj so so much and he tries so so hard and SIGH. i need another few working days to digest this, i’m still a bit :/ about the ending

would i still rec the show, post-watch? yes! this show starts off really solid, and luo yunxi carried the show throughout. like. y’all thought lyx was good in ashes of love?? watch him in this. every single micro-expression was flawless. bai lu’s acting is always so dependable, and it’s the same with this show!  

this show has an a+++ ost (i mean it’s got the king and queen of cdrama osts liu yuning and zhang bichen, literally how could this be bad)!! and CERTAIN side characters are so so good (pian ran my baby girl, ye qingyu who grows on you, decidedly NOT bingchang/tian huan/mo nv although i will concede that chen duling’s acting in this show was Incredible). 

#tv rec #till the end of the moon #cdrama

[yan-lorkai]

Can I request a Mother!Reader x Ciel? Like the reader became a shinigami before the fire consumes her (she has knowledge about demons, angels and grim reapers) so that she can still see and protect her son alongside Sebastian.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The occult fascinated you when you were younger and although this type of knowledge was highly frowned upon by the society you lived in, you were always the type of person who did what you wanted. You spent hours studying and reading everything you could about demons, their classifications and rankings, their names and positions, you also learned about Shinigami and angels. At that time all of this was just to satisfy your curiosity about the beings on the other side that all humans feared so much.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ During your life you have met many of these beings, some by coincidence, others through rituals or things like that. The occult followed you into adulthood, but you let it all go when you married Vincent. You didn't want supernatural beings to continue to follow and seek you when you intended to build a family with your husband, so no longer did you spend afternoons studying and talking with other occultists, living peacefully for several years until tragedy struck you and your little family.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The passage of time for you became blurred as your soul was collected by the shinigami and, instead of being laid to rest as is done with all others, someone turned you into a shinigami. You couldn't say who specifically since you had no friends among them nor did you know why anyone would risk their reputation for you but you were grateful for being alive again.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ By all means, your "rebirth" is abnormal and strange and if the other shinigami realize what an anomaly you are then they will hunt you down and eliminate you, so for a while you are left wandering in isolated places, brooding in guilt and grief. You've just lost your entire family and your humanity, that's a lot of information to process at once, however, your world turns upside down again when you discover that your eldest son is alive.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ As any good mother would you return home, a bundle of nerves and anxiety as your fist slams against the door and you find yourself face to face with a supernatural being. You know Sebastian as soon as you see him, your heart pounding inside your chest as you swallow hard. It seems that like you, Ciel ventured into the occult more than he should have. You return home, but everything is so different, so sad and cold, the place where the family photo once stood is now empty - a painful reminder of everything that had happened.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel's reactions when he sees you are diverse, every quiver of his lips, every erratic breath and the barely contained tears in his eyes, you can see everything. And even if he doesn't immediately hug you in front of his demon pet so as not to show weakness, you hold him in your arms. At least you still have each other. Each other until the contract is finalized, you remember with regret, knowing that there is nothing stopping Sebastian from getting what is owed to him in the end.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, you again find yourself with your books. Reading each one almost obsessively to learn how to break a contract or how to kill a demon - if Sebastian knows what you're doing, he hasn't done anything to stop you or told your son yet.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Whether you find a way to break the contract or not, you and Sebastian fiercely protect Ciel from any and all threats that may come his way. It's tiring having to predict assassination attempts, poisoning or kidnapping, but with the strength and knowledge you now have, everything is easier. Holding your death scythe feels so right in your hands, as if it were custom-made, capable of cutting through almost anything.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ There is still distrust in you about everyone around you, about any imminent danger and on nights when you find yourself tossing from one side to the other in bed, you stand at the door of Ciel's room, listening his breathing heavily and snoring. Hearing him being alive. On these nights it is common for Sebastian to find you and stay by your side, talking, exchanging experiences, although he doesn't really like reapers he seems to tolerate you if only because you are the mother of his contractor.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #yandere ciel x reader #ciel x reader #platonic yandere

[yeollie-plz]

The Lovers: The Consummation

Knight! Pedro Pascal x Princess! Reader

The Main Series

Synopsis: The Princess and her husband's first night together.

Genre: Smut!!, fluff if you squint

Warnings: smut, 18+, Y/N insert, fantasy settings, fake marriage, contract marriage, age gap, male masturbation, groaning and moaning, innocent reader, slightly innocent Pedro, loss of virginity, p in v sex, unprotected sex (its ok they are married!), kissing, praise kink

Gif credits to owners!

A/N: This is a companion story to The Lovers, sort of a sneak peak to further chapters and their love story.

The princess laid awake in bed, tortured by what she had said earlier. It was one thing to confess your love to someone, but to confess your lust...that was a whole different story. It wasn't like she regretted it, it was more like she had wished it was a love confession first. She knew the way her husband felt about her and to dangle herself in front of him, well.

She pulled the sheets over her increasingly heating face, trying to hide from the world. After hours of trying to sleep to no avail, she wrestled with the idea of sneaking to apologize to her husband. But he wouldn't be awake, would he?

Deciding that one little knock wouldn't wake him, she pushed the covers off of her body. Donning her robe and slippers, the princess left the room and shuffled through the hallway to her husband's door.

Before she could bring herself to raise her hand and knock on the door, she heard groans from inside the room. For second she thought she was hearing things, but then another one came. There must be something wrong, maybe someone snuck into the castle and attacked him, she thought.

Without thinking she hurriedly pushed open the door to see no one in the room but her husband. Sat up in the large chair in the corner, his pants missing, and something in his hands. A look of shock on his face as he snapped his head up to see who interrupted him. When he noticed who the intruder was, his eyes glazed over with an indiscernible look.

"My dear, you've caught me at a very intimate time." He spoke, his hand didn't leave the object between his legs, but he did stop his movements.

"I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke earlier. It was very inappropriate of me and-"

He let out another groan, stopping you mid speech.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this right now, your voice is about to put me over the edge." He said, a sort of pain underlying in his voice.

"Excuse me?" Put him over the edge? He thinks you are annoying.

"I didn't mean it like that, love. I just meant...can you shut the door and come closer?" You nodded and did as he asked. When you got closer to him the thing in his hand came fully into view. It was a part of him, another limb almost? What was it?

He saw you looking and answered your silent question, "This is my penis, did no one teach you about human anatomy or sex?"

You shook your head, no. He let out a shocked laugh.

"With the way you spoke to me earlier, I assumed you knew a little something."

"I know that sex is reserved for a married couple and it is an act to make a child." You said mater-of-factly. For some reason you felt you needed to prove yourself to him.

"It is the act to make a baby, yes. But, it is also an act of pleasure, an act of pure animalistic lust." You nodded slowly at his words.

"The reason I spoke the way I did earlier, was because I couldn't stand the way my body heats at the thought of you. I needed to tell you."

"I'm glad you did. I'm happy I make you feel the way you make me feel. It's called getting turned on and you telling me all those things got me turned on, so I was touching myself. Have you ever touched yourself?"

You shook your head, another no.

"Want me to show you how? It will help you relieve some of your 'heat'."

You nodded, this time a yes.

"Words darling, tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Want you to...to touch me. I'm burning." With the words of consent, he grabbed your hips and helped you to sit on his lap. His lips instantly latched onto your neck, kissing you slowly.

He made his way to your jaw, before kissing the edge of your mouth. Your face instinctively turned to attach your lips fully to his. He smirked into the kiss. The hands that were on your hips made their way lower, stroking your goose-bumped thighs.

He pushed your robe open so he could see more of you. Your nightdress was made of a thin silk and suddenly you were acutely aware of this fact. Your hardened nipples were on full display. He seemed to notice as well and smirked at this too.

"Oh, my love, if only you knew the things you do to me. The things I want to do to you. Fuck..." His eyes were still locked onto your nipples and you let out a gasp as his mouth was now on them. Soaking your nightdress with his spit as he sucked the buds. That was when you let out your first moan. Not knowing you could make that sound, let alone what it was, you covered your mouth in shock.

He noticed the moan as well and detached from your nipples, to look you in the eyes. He grabbed your hand and gently pulled it from your mouth. Kissing from your hand all the way up your arm to your shoulder.

"That was a good noise, it means you like what I'm doing to you. Please, never hide those."

You once again nodded. He pecked your lips before looking at the blushing, heated mess that you were on top of him. He ghosted his fingers on your stomach, very closely to where you really needed him to touch you. Before he abruptly stood up, lifting you by the hips to keep you locked onto him. He walked the two of you over to the bed and laid you onto it.

He hovered over you, you had never been more entranced by a man in your life before this moment. His tousled hair, his figure, the light beads of sweat just starting to form on his tan skin. He was art.

"You're beautiful." You gasped out.

He laughed, "i should be saying that to you, my dear." He began kissing you again, and if it was even possible there was even more intensity behind it. Each minute that went by you were getting hotter and hotter. You began to feel a wetness between your legs, you had only ever felt it when you watched Pedro spar once before.

"Pedro, I'm..." You trailed off not sure how to explain the situation.

"What? You're what? It's okay, tell me."

"I'm wet, down there." You motioned to between your legs, a different kind of blush forming.

"Oh, don't worry, that's normal. Just means I'm doing my job correctly."

"Oh, I see."

"Let me see if i can help you out down there." He moved his body down the bed so his head was now between your legs. He reached up your thigh and under the hem of your dress, pulling at your panties.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"Yes." You weren't sure if you going to say no to this man anymore tonight. This was it, you were putty in his hands.

He pulled your underwear down your legs and off of your body, tossing them to the ground. Grabbing the bottom of your nightdress he lifted it up so your mound was now fully visible to him. His fingers made contact with your sensitive clit, sending a shock wave through your body, another moan escaping out. This seemed to spur him on as his fingers began to fully work your bundle of nerves.

With every stroke of his finger, you would moan and writhe in pleasure, you never knew anything could feel like this. Something began to build, as you gasped out at the feeling.

"Wait, wait somethings happening."

He continued his motions, moving very deliberately. "It's okay, let go."

Finally something in you snapped and you saw white. Your legs shook uncontrollably, as your walls clenched around nothing. Pedro continued his motions, gradually slowing so you could work through the amazing pleasure you were feeling. As your breathing became steady, his fingers ceased their movement. He rose back up to look you in your eyes. A blissed out look covered your face as you tried to grapple with reality again.

"What was that?" You asked.

"That was an orgasm, that's what you can do to yourself when you're alone to make you feel good. Just use your fingers like I used mine. It's called masturbation."

"But it feels so good when you do it." You had let it slip without thinking.

He chuckled, "I'm glad, my love, next time I'll show you something even better. But right now, I wanted to see how you felt about making love?"

You eyes widened at the thought of full-on sex. You, obviously, and it scared you. You two were married, but still, its nerve wracking.

"I mean, we are married so it's what we are supposed to do, right?" You said.

"Yes, but I want to have sex with you because I want, no I need all of you. Not just because we are married, but because I love you." It wasn't the first time he had admitted that he loved you, but you never knew that love could make you want something this much.

"It's my first time so I'm just a bit nervous." You confirmed, not ready to say those three words yet. Both of you had gotten used to him saying it and you not saying it back.

"It's, uh, my first time too, actually." This shocked you, with how much he knew you had assumed he had, had sex before. Men weren't exactly held to the same standard as women were about saving themselves.

"I wanted to save myself for the women I married. The women I loved."

"How do you know so much then?" You questioned.

"The other knights talk a lot and loudly. They are very proud of their 'conquests'." He shuddered at the word.

"I see."

He cleared his throat, "So my arm is falling asleep a bit here, holding myself up and all. Should I just walk you back to your room or?"

"Oh! No! No, I want you to make love to me." He smiled at your words, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"And I will do just that!" He pecked your lips again, before wrapping your body into his arms and laying himself down next to you. He kissing you long and slow, letting his arms explore every inch of you. Your hands gripped at his shirt, wanting to feel all of him on you.

As if reading your mind, he pushed back from you and lifted the thin white shirt over his head. He glanced at the nightdress that still adorned your body. You took this as your queue to also shed yourself of your clothing, baring your naked form to him.

"You're beautiful." He mirrored your words from earlier, grabbing your head and smashing your lips back together. His other head reached between his legs and stroked his member.

He laid you down once again and returned to his position of hovering over you.

"So, I'm going to insert myself inside of you. It may hurt a bit so I'm going to go very slowly. Let me know if it hurts too much."

You nodded, words really have been failing you tonight.

"Ready?"

"Yes." The word held onto your breath, like a prayer.

Slowly he began to insert his member inside of you. The stretch was more painful than you had originally thought it would be and you grabbed his hand. He paused, taking this as a sign that you needed a moment.

After a second, he asked, "You okay?"

"It just hurt more than I thought, but I think I'm okay now."

He continued to push himself inside of your walls, stretching you out. Finally, his member was fully inside of you, you let out a breath.

"Can I move?"

"Move?" What does he mean move?

"I'm supposed to thrust myself in and out of you. It's supposed to be very pleasurable for both of us."

"Oh I see, I didn't realize there was more."

"There doesn't have to be, if you aren't ready." He tried to reassure you.

"No, you should thrust."

He couldn't help but laugh at your response but followed it anyways. His hips moved backward, pulling himself out of you. His tip reached the rim of your pussy before pushing fully back inside of you. He continued this motion slowly for a bit before you finally let out a moan.

"Does it feel good, my love?"

Your next yes came out as a moan as he bottomed out inside of you. He kept his slow pace stroking every part of your walls with his dick. The moans got louder and louder, as his pace began to quicken.

Pedro let out a groan at one particularly good thrust. This caused you to clench around his dick.

"Fuck, you feel so good. It feels so good inside you." He praised.

"Can you...can you go faster?" You asked, you could feel the coil in you once again. You didn't know why but you needed him to move faster or harder...or both.

He followed your instructions and began thrusting faster. The thrusts were shorter but they were feeling so much better. Each thrust hit a certain spot inside you that made you see stars. Pedro reached his hand down to rub your clit.

"I'm getting close, I need you to orgasm with me. Think you can do that?"

Now you had lost all ability to speak so you nodded. His lips found yours, as his fingers found your clit. Rubbing circles into it, as he continued his thrusts. His pace got a bit faster as he chased his orgasm and his fingers moved faster as he willed yours to come.

He grunted as he came inside of you, the feeling and noise causing you to tip over the edge as well. You clenched onto his dick as he kept his movements going, working you both down from your highs. When you had both returned to earth, he dropped his body next to yours, member still inside of you.

"You were right, it was very pleasurable." You said after a beat of silence. The only noise in the room was the sound of your labored breaths.

"It was very pleasurable." He agreed.

Looking over at you, he pulled you even closer, and planted a kiss on your head. You two fell asleep in each others arms.

You had just consummated your fake marriage.

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@kittenlittle24 @tinypersonharmony @sofiparallel

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[flowerandblood]

The Pearl and the Sapphire (3)

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, fingering, smut, angst, sexual tension, obsession ]

[description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request + my sweet @valeskafics)]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He had no idea what had popped into his head to suggest meeting her in this kind of place in such a direct way, embarrassment and shame got to him as soon as he entered his hotel room. He figured she surely thought he was desperate.

He decided that he would try to be professional and not to show what was hidden in his head.

He turned up at the restaurant ahead of time, informing Alys beforehand that he was going to have a meeting with Borros. He didn't want her meddling in affairs that weren't her own, and he knew that if she found out about the meeting with his daughter, she would surely pester him with messages and check when he would be back.

He sat down at a table tucked as far back as possible so as not to draw attention to himself. He waited all tense, feeling his heart pounding.

Why was he stressing so much about this meeting?

He shuddered when he heard someone's footsteps beside him and saw her above him. He swallowed loudly, seeing her black dress with a white collar, feeling with shame how his cock throbbed greedily at the sight. He stood up, not knowing how to act, how to greet her.

He felt relieved when she extended her hand to him and he shook it. He swallowed loudly feeling how soft, warm and small her hand was. They ordered wine and he started a conversation, wanting to understand why he was actually seeing her and not her father.

"My father values freedom of action. Also the choice of materials to work with. He now works with who he wants and decides for himself what is best for him. He fears that your company, with lawyers deliberating over every comma in the contract, will arrange it so as to influence his decisions as much as possible." She said, and he furrowed his brow at her words, tense.

What was she implying?

"You think we're going to try to trick your father?" He asked annoyed, and she looked at him, something in her gaze that confused him.

"Can I trust you?" She asked suddenly, and he opened his mouth and closed it, surprised and flustered.

What was he supposed to say to her?

"No." He said in accordance with what he himself thought. Seeing her hurt, shocked face he continued, wanting to explain what he meant.

"You can't trust me, just as I can't trust you. You will protect your father's interests and I will protect mine. There is no friendship in business or holding hands in the sunset light." He said with a tinge of mockery, which he immediately regretted seeing a grimace of pain and some kind of disappointment cross her face.

"I didn't know that to trust someone you had to be able to be friends and hold hands. I thought it was enough to be a decent human being." She said in a trembling voice and he pressed his lips together, feeling both rage and shame, his hand clenched into a fist.

"I'm not a decent person." He explained, not wanting to leave her with any illusions.

"Nevertheless, I have with me the terms and conditions of our company written down on paper, without paragraphs written in small print. You can look them over and determine whether you want to pass them on to your father or not." He said a little softer, sensing that something was happening to her, that his answers had broken her for some reason.

Why was she approaching this so emotionally?

His lips parted as he saw tears run down her cheeks. His heart was pounding like crazy and he had no idea what he should do.

They both flinched when her phone began to vibrate in her clutch bag. She wiped her tears quickly and pulled it out, but when she looked at the display she turned pale and shuddered, he felt like she was about to faint.

What was happening to her?

She hid the phone quickly back in her purse, looking at her hands on the table as if she had completely forgotten his presence.

"… Are you all right?" He choked out finally, horrified by her condition.

She drew in a loud breath and laughed despairingly at his words through her tears, pouring herself a full glass of wine.

"No."

She wiped her nose, swallowing quietly, trying to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for your honesty. Can I have these documents?" She asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

He swallowed loudly and nodded, grabbing the folder he had placed on the windowsill earlier and handed it to her.

"Go over it calmly. You don't have to rush. My grandfather really cares about this and is willing to wait and read your version of the agreement if you want to present us with one." He said in a slightly softer, calmer tone.

"All right. Thank you." She said softly. They both shuddered as her phone began to vibrate again in her handbag. She took it out, muted it and tucked it back in, her lips tightened into a thin line.

"Someone doesn't understand the word 'no'?" He asked suddenly and swallowed loudly, surprised and embarrassed by his own directness.

What right did he have to ask such things?

He saw her puzzled and confused look, and for a moment she thought strenuously about what she should answer to such a question.

"In a way." She said, grasping her glass in her trembling fingers and taking a deep sip of wine from it.

He pressed his lips together at her words and thought they both needed it.

A relaxation.

It wasn't about quick, rough sex.

He wanted something else from her, but he wasn't sure what.

"Let's move to my room." He said after a moment and pressed his lips together watching her reaction, she threw him a surprised, horrified look. "We can think together about what to answer to a man who won't let you alone."

Say yes, he thought.

I'll give you everything.

He felt a wonderful heat of satisfaction surge through his body as she nodded her head.

They drank what they had in their glasses to the end, then rose from their chairs. He took the half-full bottle in his hand, recognising that they might still need it. They headed for the lift without looking at each other, as if they were both ashamed of what they were doing.

They rode in silence to his floor and started down the corridor. He prayed that Alys wouldn't come out of her room, he didn't feel like explaining himself to her. He quickly put his card to his door and opened it, letting her in, looking around and finding to his relief that no one had seen them.

He walked in behind her and closed the door, turning on the hall light, pulling off his leather jacket and boots. She also pulled off her shoes and put them next to him, then stepped deeper uncertainly, looking around.

His room was actually an apartment with a view of the city, couches in the middle and a huge TV, a large double bed to his left. He saw her glance at it out of the corner of her eye and swallowed quietly, he felt his cock pulsate painfully hard in his trousers.

There was no way this was going to end well, he thought.

Still, he never felt better.

He moved to the kitchenette and reached two glasses from the shelves, feeling a pleasant heat in his stomach. He knew it wasn't just the effects of the alcohol.

He turned, walking to the small table opposite the sofa, placing the glass on it, seeing that she was still standing in the same place, terrified.

She was afraid he was going to do something to her.

That he would add something to her drink.

"What does he want from you?" He asked, wanting to relax her, to distract her from her worrying thoughts.

She blinked and lowered her gaze, embarrassed, coming shyly closer, her scent reaching his nose again. She sat down on the sofa and he sat beside her at the other end of it, keeping his distance, wanting to give her the feeling that he would not do anything against her will.

He saw that with a trembling hand she had taken her phone out of her clutch bag and unlocked her phone. She began to read the messages she had apparently received and pressed her lips together, tucking her mobile into her bag again.

He saw that she had shut herself in and was breathing anxiously. She swallowed loudly and looked at him finally. He felt a shudder pass through him at her words.

"Question for question."

He tapped the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, wondering whether to agree. She could end up asking him something he didn't want to talk about at all. He decided, however, that it might be interesting and he would have a chance to learn more about her.

He nodded, leaning over and pouring them the rest of the wine from the bottle. He heard her sigh quietly.

"My ex-boyfriend wanted to be my friend. Months later, when I finally got myself together, he now decided he had made a mistake. That maybe we should get back together after all." She said with resignation, reaching for her glass.

He felt discomfort and a tightening in his stomach at the thought that she had been with someone before, at the thought of some men before him touching her.

That this men, this idiot, who left her wanted to take her for himself again.

"You and the woman you were with at the banquet. Are you two together?" She asked uncertainly, taking a sip of wine, leaning against the sofa, settling herself comfortably, looking at him expectantly. He pressed his lips together, looking ahead, raising his glass to his lips.

"No."

It wasn't a lie.

"Why did you break up?" He asked immediately and felt her move next to him uneasily. She swallowed loudly, pulling her legs up to her thighs, changing position.

"He wanted to have some more fun." She said quietly, as if in shame, and he cast her an anxious glance, feeling a strange tightness in his throat. He wanted to say something, but she pre-empted him with another question, from which he froze.

"Are you sleeping with her?" She asked without even looking at him, her gaze directed to her glass, which she held in her hands.

He felt his heart start pounding hard. Her question felt like a realisation of what he was doing, a realisation of who he really was. He thought there was no point in deceiving her, that she deserved at least to be completely honest with her.

"Yes." He said, immediately taking a deep sip of wine, unsure if he could bear her reaction.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she had swallowed with difficulty, sleepiness and fatigue on her face. She finally lifted her gaze to his, despite the fact that what he had said had clearly struck her, he could see no condemnation or disgust in her eyes. She parted her lips slightly as if struggling with what she was trying to say.

"Why did you want us to come here?"

Silence.

He stared at her feeling the artery in his neck pulsing hard, his heart pounding like mad, his member throbbing in his trousers. He was ashamed of how obvious his desire was and didn't know what to answer. The longer they looked at each other, the more uncomfortable and vulnerable he felt.

"You can say it. It's okay." She said softly, gently, and he felt heat spilling over his lower abdomen, his throat tightening as if in pain. There was something tender, reassuring in her voice, as if she understood him.

She was not judging.

"I want it." He whispered almost silently, his lower lip trembling as he spoke the words.

She pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze, as if his words intimidated her, though he didn't believe she hadn't expected them. He thought she would tell him that she couldn't, that she had just ended a relationship and didn't want to spend the night with a stranger whose private life was one big mess.

He twisted in his seat as she set her glass down on the table and moved closer to him, sitting in front of him on her lap. She took his hand in hers, and he shuddered when he felt her thumb run over his skin.

For a moment he didn't know if he should move or do anything, his gaze fixed on their hands, her touch gentle, safe, respectful. He set his glass down on the table and looked at her. He took her soft cheeks in his trembling hands.

For a moment they both just looked at each other breathing unevenly, asking each other wordlessly for permission. They leaned towards each other and their lips touched tentatively, her lips puffy and moist, sweet from the wine and her scent.

They both sighed quietly, gently sucking and licking their lips with a wet click, he purred contentedly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wandered his nose over her soft face, his one hand tentatively sliding down to her thigh, his fingertips trailing over her skin.

He felt shivers run through her, her hands holding him tightly.

He wasn't sure if this was really happening or if it was just his imagination.

His face slid up to her ear, surrounding her cheek and neck with his hot, aroused, erratic breath.

"I want to taste you." He whispered. She drew in a loud breath and trembled all over, clasping her hands in his hair.

He looked at her, her cheeks were flushed, her parted lips red from alcohol and lust, she stared at him with a warmth from which he felt hot in his chest.

"Will you let me?" He asked softly and she nodded shyly, embarrassed by what they were both doing, what they both wanted.

He murmured contentedly feeling his heart pounding, his hands involuntarily sliding down to the thin material of her panties. Wanting to help him, she lay on her back, looking at him with her lips slightly parted, her whole body quivering with emotion.

He couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He slid them slowly down her thighs, watching her face the whole time, wanting to be sure she hadn't changed her mind. She swallowed loudly and pressed her lips together, placing her hands on either side of her head, looking at him pleadingly.

She pleaded him not to hurt her.

He leaned over her, grasping one of her thighs in his hand and pressed his lips to her skin in a gesture of devotion, of desire, of tenderness. He had never treated Alys like this, never felt the need to do so, knew that she just wanted him to fuck her.

But he knew that she now placed her trust in him, and even though she knew he was not a good person, all she wanted was for him not to take advantage of her weakness, not to make her regret it.

His lips with sticky, loud kisses slid lower and lower leaving wet marks on her skin, he felt her breathing quicken, her body trembling in his hands. With a soft, sure movement, he pulled her down so that he had her in the perfect position, lifting her dress up slightly, looking at what was underneath.

"− fuck −" He exhaled, involuntarily running his finger over her entrance, seeing the state she was in, already soaking wet. He heard her squirm softly, surprised by this sudden gesture, her whole body tensed and breathless.

"− you're leaking −" He said delightedly, feeling that from the mere sight of her juices running down her buttocks onto his couch he had become completely hard.

She really wanted it.

She moaned helplessly, sweetly, trembling all over under his touch, as if she was trying to escape from him and at the same time wanted to feel him harder. He ran his thumb over her clit, massaging it in circular, slow motions, spreading her wetness, holding her thigh with his other hand so that she could not move away.

She mewled, tilting her head and he licked his lips involuntarily, seeing how sensitive she was, how his slightest touch drew out reactions from her that made him hot, even though he hadn't done anything to her yet.

"− what made you so wet? − hm? − messages from your ex? −" He asked teasing her, breathing loudly, the tip of his middle finger slipped inside her hot insides and her body arched backwards, she sobbed quietly at his words.

"− answer me −" He said coolly, looking down at her, watching her beautiful, gentle face, all red with exertion and arousal, her lips parted and swollen, her chest rising and falling restlessly, her gaze hot, thirsty, fixed only on him.

"− no −" She mumbled with difficulty, trembling all over, her hands clenched into fists. He hummed with satisfaction at her words, his finger slid in and out of her with a wet click of her juices.

"− maybe we can find the answer to that question together − what do you think? −" He cooed, putting out his finger, gripping her thighs in his hands, spreading them wider, leaning over her. He heard her drew in air loudly feeling his hot breath on her womanhood.

She arched her back and whimpered when the tip of his tongue ran over her sticky entrance.

"− I fucking knew it −" He growled out, pressing his nose against her clit, his tongue slipped deeper, involuntarily wanting to taste her more, her moisture spreading over his palate like the sweetest juice. "− I knew you would taste wonderful −"

He felt her hands clench in his hair, pressing him closer, her thighs trembling in his arms, sweet moans of pleasure erupting from her lips after each of his slightest touches.

Never before in his life had he been so aroused, so thirsty, filled with such tenderness and desire.

His tongue slid in and out of her with a loud, wet click, licking her more and more boldly, concentrating on the hidden point just at her entrance from which spasms passed through her. He groaned throatily when he felt her hips involuntarily begin to respond to his movements, seeking fulfilment.

He heard her sigh of surprise when he abruptly stopped, trailing his lips between her folds and her clit, teasing her only with his hot breath.

"− so − what made you so wet? −" He asked teasingly, waiting for her answer, once in a while tip of his tongue run over her entrance, driving her insane. He heard her swallow loudly, her hands stroking his hair, holding him close.

"− you −" She whispered in a trembling voice so quietly that he barely heard it. A dangerous grin full of satisfaction spread across his face.

"− I can't hear −" He murmured, teasing her, trailing his moist lips over her hot flesh.

"− you − please − ah! −" She moaned loudly, parting her lips wide and clenching her eyes shut, her body arching as his tongue suddenly slid between her folds again, moving quickly and intensely inside her, rubbing her where she needed it.

"− that's fucking right −" He hissed out between caresses, sinking his face deep between her thighs, eating her like a starved man, the only sounds in the room were her loud moans and the sticky, perverted clicks of his saliva mixed with her moisture. He felt her walls begin to pulsate around him and he knew what that meant.

"− Aemond − oh god −" She mewled, and then suddenly her whole body went breathless and tense, a loud, helpless sob escaped her lips.

She tried to push him away from her as the orgasm violently shook her body, but he held her thighs in his hands, not letting her move away one bit, licking devotedly everything that flowed out of her.

He rose at last, wiping his chin and mouth with his hand, looking at her with satisfaction. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, her cheeks and lips red. Her face had an expression of bliss and serenity, her hands placed idly on either side of her head.

She looked so innocent.

He looked down at her, slowly undoing the button of his trousers and unzipping his fly; she heard it and threw him a quick, uncertain look.

"You still want this?" He asked lowly, looking her straight in the eye, leaning over her, placing his hands on either side of her head. She swallowed loudly, looking at him uncertainly, and then nodded.

"Are you taking pills?" He asked, brushing his lips gently over the skin of her cheeks, wanting to remember this feeling, her hands stroking his face so tenderly, the touch of her fingers so gentle that he felt himself melting.

She shook her head, looking at him with shame. He hummed under his breath and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay. Come here." He murmured, grabbing her in his arms and getting up from the couch with her. Only then did he feel the wine humming pleasantly in his head, she seemed surprisingly light.

He set her down on his bed and reached his hand to the bedside table, pulling a packed condom from one drawer. He saw the look on her face, her eyes big, her lips parted in an accelerated breath.

She swallowed loudly as he lay back between her thighs sliding his trousers and his boxers down a little. She looked away seeing his throbbing, swollen manhood.

With a sure, light movement he put the condom on and grasped her cheek with his hand directing her gaze back to himself.

"Look at me. At what you've been doing to me since I saw you." He said spreading her thighs, her breathing sped up suddenly at his words. He leaned over her, licking his lips, feeling his heart pounding like crazy with arousal, directing the tip of his member to her entrance.

He had never wanted so much to be inside any woman before.

"Already during the show I was wondering how to get you into my bed. How tight and hot you must be inside." He murmured, hearing her breathing get quicker and quicker. They both moaned loudly as he slid into her a little, her walls clenching against him greedily.

"− fuck −" He breathed out, with another intense thrust entering her fully, feeling how warm she was, her body leaning back, tasting how much he was filling her tight insides.

He couldn't stop himself, her core was too pleasurable, too warm. Involuntarily he began to move his hips, sliding into her with ease thanks to the wetness from her earlier orgasm.

"− oh, baby −" He exhaled, speeding up, entering her with a loud, wet slap of flesh against flesh, looking at her gentle face on which dreamy delight was painted.

He was surprised to find that they both began to pant loudly, looking at each other with a kind of helplessness, feeling that they needed each other, her hand drew him close and their foreheads touched, her hips tentatively beginning to respond to his movements.

They kissed once, then again and again, uncertainly, slowly, as if they were unsure whether it was too intimate gesture. There was a tenderness and care in their soft, swollen lips that he wouldn't have suspected himself of, he'd never done it this way with Alys, never enjoyed a woman's body in this way.

"− my sweet girl −" He breathed out, moving faster and faster inside her, thrusting into her with all his strength, a whimper escaping her lips, her walls tightening on him steadily.

"− you like it when someone takes care of you, don't you? − when someone fucks you properly −" He gasped in a trembling voice, and she sobbed loudly, struggling to get the confirmation out of her throat.

He tightened his hands on her hips, her fingers entwined in his hair holding him close. He was looking down at her with parted lips, moaning and panting with her, feeling that he wouldn't last much longer, her legs entwined around his waist.

"− I'm gonna cum now, okay? − I'm gonna cum inside my sweet little girl −" He exhaled, and she nodded, shuddering beneath him all over.

"− oh, yes, please −" She mewled and moaned loudly as he slid his tongue into her lips, his hand sliding down to her swollen clit teasing her with his thumb, his cock rubbing against the point hidden inside her with each brutal thrust.

They both moaned low into each other's mouths feeling the orgasm shake their bodies, their hot, loud breaths surrounding their faces, their hands clenched painfully tight on each other in fulfilment.

"− yes − god, yes −" She whispered sweetly, writhing beneath him, giving herself over to the pleasure she was experiencing with him.

He kissed her feeling a wave of pleasure shake him, he felt an immense, overflowing relief, he purred and panted into her throat holding her to him tightly, her walls clenched against him greedily.

Never before had he felt so fulfilled, so at peace.

They both shuddered and looked at each other horrified when they heard a loud knock on his door. He felt his heart pounding at the thought that Alys had heard what they were doing while she was looking for him.

"Aemond? What the fuck? Who the fuck are you in there with?" She asked in a raised, angry and broken tone. His lover looked at him with terrified eyes, her lips quivering with despair. He shook his head wordlessly telling her to be quiet.

"Aemond!" She shouted, slamming her fists against the door, pulling on the handle, however without his card there was nothing she could do.

He lay on top of her feeling her trembling and embraced her, kissing her neck, stroking her head, closing his eye.

"You fucking bastard! Are you fucking this little girl? This little slut? God fucking damn you! How could you do this to me!" She whined and he heard her loud sobs.

He felt how she began to sob quietly in his arms, terrified and shaken, and he embraced her tighter, kissing her temple, letting her snuggle into him, wanting to protect her from what was happening. He heard her quiet, broken whisper.

"What have we done?"

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Blood & Pain - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader (Kaetlyn) Oneshot

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: ~3.5k Summary: A lil' oneshot to show how Druig and his wife got together, and what way to show that than with hot and heavy SMUT! Warning(s): SMUT (if you are under 18 DNI), some angst if you squint, mention of bullying (sort of), slight mention of blood, knife conjuring, Druig is obsessed and we love that, I just really wanted to write something to get me into the Halloween Spirit Notes: This a surprise oneshot to my wonderful beta reader, @valeskafics! She is in the middle of midterms, so I wanted to gift her a lil' oneshot to thank her for all of her help and encouragement! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site!If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

No matter how the rest of the team believed, what ideas his own children liked to conjure, how the tale was spun by generations -- Druig did not fall in love with his wife at first sight. He knew who you were, Kaetlyn, a fighter who could manipulate the shadows of every living being. You would later the mother of surgery and modern medicine- and even beyond that, a scholar and pioneer for feats of magic that remain untouched even by the greatest of the Supremes in the Mystic Arts.

He couldn’t remember the time he first realized that he loved you- he only knew that when he recognized it, he had fallen so deeply that he could no longer remember what it felt like not to be in love you. You were everywhere. There was simply no place left on this planet where Druig would wander that you wouldn’t be there beckoning him to you.

It was almost shameful how long it took for him to fall in love with you in comparison to how quickly you adored him. It had taken him over 100 years for you to fully gain his attention, and another 200 years for you to wait for him to confess his reciprocation. 200 years of clever banter and harmless flirting that shifted to longing gazes and lingering touches, until you finally had enough of his lame patience and reluctance. You dragged Druig to a secluded area- away from the Domo and humans alike, and took his face in your hands and forced his lips to yours. One kiss become two, two became five, and soon you and he had joined together in an explosion of passion that would bind you to him for the rest of eternity.

The sun had long set, and stars and moon glittered in the night. The two of you were as naked as the days you were born. Your need to have each other was beyond a matter of lust, it was primal need. Druig had torn your clothes without any thought- he starved for you. Any barrier that separated your body from him was flung away. Your skin glowed in the moonlight, every curve and line of your frame gloriously highlighted for his eyes alone. His lily-bloomed skin laid under you, ready for anything and everything you would give him. He still remembered the words you whispered to warn him all that would come as a result of your love.

“Druig, I must warn you,” you whispered. Druig kissed you across your collarbone, and you tugged on his hair to gaze into his eyes. “I can be very selfish- I will have all of you, or none of you.” 

He could feel your wet center throb with each wince that escaped his lips. “You already do, my love,” he whispered back, silently pleading you to let him continue. “I swear you do.”

He craved you. He desperately wanted to map his tongue and lips across your body; he wanted to memorize the feel of your skin, the smell of your sweat, the taste of your cum. Whatever you gave him, he wanted it all.

Pushing him to lay on his back, you crawled forward to hover your soaked cunt over his cock. “I’m selfish- relentlessly so, any other woman that catches your eye will feel no end of my wrath.” You lowered yourself only enough so that his tip could paint its precum on your clit, the corner of your lips curled into a cruel smirk in response to the strangled moan he let out. Your body trembled from the sheer delight you felt at witnessing the surly telepath whine so pathetically from your touch.

“Please,” he begged, “please angel. Let me feel you- I need it- I need you.” Druig could feel his eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming pleasure that would fill him. “I want to touch you, please-”

Druig’s whimpers were brutally cut off as you placed a finger over his lips.

“Shhhh- not yet,” you breathily whispered, “you need to earn your pleasure, my love.” Your pupils dilated seeing him take your finger in his mouth, and used his tongue to suck on it. “I need to know if you understand what it means to love me, and have it in return.”

Before Druig could respond, you lowered yourself further- until he filled you to the brim with only a single thrust. You were so taken back by the sheer size of him that you felt your climax wash over as every part of you trembled from the intense euphoria.

“By Arishem,” you thought, “how is he so big?”

You wanted to make him beg, to drown him in so much pleasure that it would hurt. Whatever pain you inflicted on him now, it was nothing compared to the torture you experienced in having to wait for him to admit his feelings. You lost count on the number of times you pleasured yourself at the thought of the man beneath you. So many times, you wanted to sneak into his bed, and wake him to witness the maddening effect he had on you. But having him inside you was better than anything you could imagine.

Gripping his shoulders, you lifted yourself until only his tip remained-before slamming your hips down to his- repeating this motion until falling into a rhythm that was accompanied by a song of wild moans and gasps. Everything about this man- the aquamarine shine in his eyes, the glowing pallor of his body, the tone and strength in his muscles- screamed the image of perfection to you.

“Druig, Druig,” you could only cry out his name- as if it was the only word you knew, “I love you, I love you, I love- FUCK!” You screamed out at the feel of his hips moving to meet yours, and before you could blink, he shifted your positions so that you would be laying on your back as he caged your body with his frame.

Druig couldn’t take it anymore, it tormented him to not take you without abandon. For so long, he dreamed of having you like this- warm, teasing, and his. You called yourself selfish, so what? Druig knew what it meant to be selfish, to want to possess and devour every part of you until there was nothing left for anyone else to take or see.

You must have blind to not see his desperation for you. How could someone so bright and brilliant not understand that he would gladly let you tear him limb by limb if it meant to be loved by you.

To have you under him like this- writhing in ecstasy, crying from exquisite pain, your soft curves molded against his hard frame- it was as if this was his true purpose. It was not to assist in humanity’s evolution, but to belong to you as you would belong to him. It was to have you like this at every waking moment- filling you with love, and overwhelming you with desire.

As he continued to slam his hips against yours with reckless abandon, he trailed his lips down your throat, sharply nipping your collarbones, until all that he could reach were your heaving breasts that moved in tandem with his thrusts. He was so enraptured by your presence that when you peaked once more on his cock, his rutting only grew more relentless and rougher than what you thought was possible.

Stars, he loved the way you screamed his name. He wanted everyone to know it was him who made you mad with elation. He wanted the whole world to know that you, Kaetlyn- gloriously headstrong, brilliantly beautiful Kaetlyn- the wielder of shadows, and master of the darkness and night, was begging for his cock like a common whore.

“Look at you,” he snarled- jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth threatened to break from the pressure, “what were you saying m’darling? I could have sworn that you were trying to get me to beg- but look at you now.” Your head thrown back as your hair sprayed around you like a beckoning halo as you babbled nonsensically, legs wrapped around his torso to minimize any potential loss of distance, your wickedly sharp nails cutting into his skin to leave vibrant trails on his back as blood leaked from the wounds. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Your only response was whimpers and cries, so Druig decided to be a bit cruel, and slowed down before pulling himself out and stopping completely. The loss of your warmth was complete agony, but the consequence was well-worth the pain at the sight of your immediate reaction.

“DRUIG!” You cried out in pain. You tried to move yourself to feel more of him, but the smug bastard had pinned your torso down- and your body was still recovering from the overstimulation of your previous orgasm. Still maintaining his grip, Druig towered above you in order to gain a better vantage point. Staring down at the aftermath of his onslaught, he almost came right then and there. You were the very likeness of desired perfection- tears had leaked from your eyes and were trailing down your face, your flush travelled down to the tips of your breasts, and there was not a corner of your body that wasn’t covered in marks left by his teeth.

“Please, Druig, please-” you begged him, “don’t stop! I need you!” You felt you were dying from his loss, you felt so empty. It was like you finally felt complete, and when he pulled away it was as if all the air in your lungs were completely snuffed out. You couldn’t bear the pain- it was tearing you apart. You tried to pull him down to get him to kiss- you needed his love; nothing would ever be enough- not when it came from him.

Your soul craved his.

Crystalline blue eyes softened momentarily before steeling once more to grip your hips even tighter, Druig barely lowered himself- just enough to mix his throbbing tip’s precum with your slick. No matter how much he adored you -- however much he wanted to give in to you-- he needed you to admit that you were his first.

“Open your eyes,” his rasp sent chills to run throughout your entire body, “and see what you do to me.” When you looked into his eyes, you were taken back by how dark they had become- that beautiful pale hue had minimized into a thin ring from how dilated his pupils had become. It wasn’t just lust that swam in his gaze, but also mania and lunacy. His piercing gaze, along with his heaving breaths created such a stark contrast to the calm and collected mask he showcased to everyone- humans and Eternals alike. Druig looked less like the usual apathetic god everyone thought him to be, and more like a raging terrifying beast that fed on savagery and only cared to fulfill his most primal urges.

You have never seen such a magnificent and enthralling sight before, and you prayed to the stars above that this time would not be the last.

Druig could hear your thoughts, and he didn’t care how insane he looked. He wanted you to see all that you did to him- how you engrained yourself into his very soul and being. You called yourself infatuated, but he was obsessed. And as aware he was of his own delusion; he didn’t ever plan to stop.

Fuck Arishem- fuck anyone and everyone who would dare keep you from him. He didn’t care the lengths he would have to go to keep you by his side. Let them paint him the villain- it was all worth it if it meant having your love.

“Tell me.” He pleaded you, “please, my angel- tell me your mine. Let me in, I want all of you and only you.” His eyes held so much love and trust that it took your breath away, and it made your heart swell with so much adoration for the man that caged you between his arms. There was only one thing to say, the only thing that mattered that would seal a vow between you both for the rest of eternity.

Summoning all your courage, leaving behind all your bravado, letting all your insecurities to be put on display, you whispered, “Yes.”

Immediately after you condemned your soul to his, Druig speared himself into you to the hilt with a single thrust, and pressed his lips to yours to drink in every one of your throes of passion. Setting off at a relentless pace, it was not long until another brutal climax sheared through your body. With each push, Druig’s cock hit that spot inside you – resulting in stars to bloom around you as your mind was clouded in lust. With each thrust of his length, tremendous stimulation tearing through your walls. The sound of skin-on-skin surrounded the area around you, creating a forcefield of bliss that could not be intruded by anyone but the two immortal beings engaged in their act of fervor. The only other sounds that could be heard were the gentle whispers of the night breeze, along the soft chirpings of the crickets.

Feeling his cock throbbing, Druig knew that he was reaching his limit. However, he refused to finish without you going over the edge with him. Setting an even more ruthless pace, he could feel the trembles that ran throughout your body as he fights to hold control over himself, and not releasing himself deep inside you. Only being able to get a few more thrusts in, Druig viciously cursed as he let out a snarled cry – the loudest you have ever heard from him. With one final push, he came deep inside your cunt, painting your walls with his cum as you felt his warmth flooding inside you. The sensation of the thick ropes of cum engulfing your cunt triggered your final climax, and you felt the evidence of your indescribable pleasure that washed over you mixed with his thick cum that overflowed within you to the point where it leaked out of your core.

Refusing to part, the both of you let yourselves bask in the bliss-filled bubble that was the aftermath of your lovemaking. But as happy as you were, dread filled your mind as you realized what you had done. You knew how the others saw you. How Kingo and Sprite liked to poke fun at your darkness, how Ikaris would voice his doubts of your ability to protect with ill-hidden snarks to Ajak, even the humans would whisper in fear at the sight of you soaked in deviants’ blood in the aftermath of your many onslaughts. It was bad enough that they looked down on Sephia for how she so faithfully remained at your side, you couldn’t let the man you loved be dragged down as well – it would have been too much.

No matter how Druig liked to present himself as cool and indifferent to human conflict – you knew that it was far from true. You’ve watched him for centuries, and there was no one else on the world whose soul was as gentle and carried more love for humanity than even Ajak and Sersi. You couldn’t let your own selfish desires bring his ruin, you refused to let that happen.

“This was a mistake,” you forced yourself to say as you faced away from him to locate your attire, you couldn’t bear it if he saw how much it killed you to say it, but it needs to be done, “I never should have let it go this far.” You crawled on your knees to reach your tunic, “Let’s just forget this ever hap-”

A vicious growl cut you off as Druig’s hands grabbed your wrist to the point where you were sure bruises would show tomorrow. “Don’t,” he snarled, “even try to insult me by suggesting to pretend that this never happened- that we never happened.” Pulling you back to cage you in his arms, Druig buried his face into the crook of your neck- as if imprinting the scent of your skin to his memory in fear that you would disappear before his very eyes.

Leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “How could you ever think for a second that I could possibly go on with my life after finally having you? Tell me angel, how do you expect a man to simply live on weeds after finally partaking a drop of ambrosia?”

Your heart melted at his words, but you could not let yourself be swayed. “Druig,” you started, “you don’t understand the cost of being with me. You deserve someone who is kind and warm and-”

Druig forced you to look into his eyes. “Stop. Don’t you dare let the words of those idiots make you see yourself as less than the perfection you are. Do you know what I see when I look at you?” His eyes softened for what he was about to ask next. “Let me show you, my love.”

As his pale blue irises glowed into a golden hue, making him transform into a sight akin to godliness, you opened your mind to his, and what you saw shook you to your core. You saw scenes of yourself travelling through your shadows, taking down dozens of deviants with only a few arrows from your quiver, as well as the aftermath of you standing alone in a field of mangled corpses dyed with black tarlike blood. You saw yourself as the humans did, embodied darkness that killed with cold precision and controlled beings with their own shadows.

But soon you saw moments that you had forgotten, moments that you believed were private. You saw yourself sneaking away at night in the cover of darkness to watch ghosts roaming aimlessly, along with the pity in your eyes from hearing their sorrows. You saw yourself in your room at the Domo, surrounded by scrolls from topics ranging from rare spells to hand-drawn diagrams of the human body. You witnessed the smile spread across your face when you helped a spirit finally reach their peace to the other world. You saw the time Ajak approached you to ask for your assistance in delivering the children from expectant mothers in the village. You saw yourself come outside the tent to hand over the child of your first delivery to the father, who thanked you with tears in his eyes after being informed that both the child and mother safe and healthy. You watched yourself stare in shock of his praise before seeing the child reach for your finger, and let yourself feel the disbelief that flooded you at the sight of pure innocence staring back at you.

“You call yourself selfish and unkind,” Druig’s voice brought you back to reality- his eyes returned to that familiar blue, “but that couldn’t be more untrue.” He softly pressed his forehead to yours as he continued. “Would a selfish person spend night after night gathering impossible texts to study for an unnamed spirit to finally reach peace? Would someone unkind research every possibility in order to ensure that a mother could hold her child? How could you let someone as pathetic as Ikaris and Sprite taint your own views of yourself so much? Kaetlyn, I was a coward for waiting for so long to tell you my feelings, I was selfish in thinking of my own pride and dignity was more important than your strife. But still you loved me, and I could not be more grateful for your existence for that.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you felt all your walls crashing down, how could someone so frustratingly wonderful exist? If this was all a dream, you never wanted to wake up. But just to be sure, you took a stone that just fit into the palm of your hand and transmuted it into a silver dagger. Holding it just above his heart, you warned him one final time.

“Druig, no matter what sweet words you whisper, I am selfish. I could kill you now without hesitation. I could cut you and cause you so much pain that you would beg for death. Do you still wish to remain by my side?”

Staring back at you with only ardent love and unfiltered adoration, Druig grasped your hand and dragged the blade’s tip across his chest. Thin trails of dark red life leaked from the wounds, but there was no indication of pain. “If loving you is pain,” he whispered as he wiped the blood from his wound with his finger, only to smear it across your lips, “then let me bleed.” He repeated those same words a year later, when he married you in a private ceremony after the two of you sneaked away from the village’s harvest banquet.

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Frigid♔Magnanimity꧂

Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, vulgar language, Kid being a hot dick, torture

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Chapter 2: Frilled scars

…”You know y/n…I once went to this beautiful place, it was a cold yet mesmerising land…there was a soft white blanket of snow and a beautiful waterfall…you could see foxes, deers and other little creatures going near the river to drink water…it’s a pity I didn’t get to visit it fully… I’m so mad I didn’t get out of the carriage and go explore the vast snowy hills myself…” Your mother looked down at you as she held you in her arms…you were just 4 years old… “Y/n…promise me you’ll get out of here and explore this beautiful massive world…it’s a pity I won’t be able to come with you…” Your mother held you close… “Why mommy? Why can’t you come wifh me…?” Your mother’s face slightly sorrowed but she kept her warm smile… you would’ve said so much more if you knew this would be the last conversation you would’ve had with your mother…

Later that afternoon you entered your father’s quarters in a rush. “FATHER WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Why would you execute such innocent maids?! On what matter?!” You yelled at his highness. “My orders were clear. He shall be tortured and kept on the brink of death for this decade before his execution. It’s fun to see them in pain. You shouldn’t show him no mercy! He’s a filth to the face of the earth. He’s nothing more then a bandit and rule breaker. I wont have him try and murder me. Nor your younger brother!!” Silence fell over the room before you broke it again. “How could you do this to a human being?! And what about me and Mary…? Do you not care about us too?” You asked… “I could always find another queen. And I wanted sons, sons who can lead and conquer. Not daughters. You’re useless to me. I’ll get rid of you as soon as I find a prince willing to marry you.” Hurt was an understatement…you felt destroyed as you heard these words come from your fathers mouth…you knew he never cared for you the same as your younger step brother but you never would’ve thought he would’ve said it without regret…he was your father…yet he saw you as nothing more then a burden.. “HO—“ a loud slap echoed through the room as your father silenced you. You touched your red cheek and raised your eyes to his. “I DONT WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD. If you keep at this I’ll end you with the same fate as your rotten mother.” His eyes bore into you, cold as ice..you pulled yourself together the best you could and left his apartments…you rushed back to your quarters as little droplets of tears fell down from your eyes. A week later you sat at a window in the palace and witnessed as your ladies-in-waiting and other maids were all executed for apparently plotting to kill the king… the only one your father spared was the one closest to you, your best and only friend…Yuki. Her mother was one of the maids killed and she spent that evening sobbing next to you as you comforted her till she cried herself to sleep on your bed…After she finally fell into a deep slumber you went out onto your balcony and stared out at the vast sea, the ocean was calm and the wind felt soft and warm…you felt so horrible you wanted to stab yourself in the chest…you felt guilt. Guilty for the women who were killed for what you’ve done, their blood was on your hands. You yourself broke into a quiet cry…leaning on the railing of the balcony. You felt guilty but you also felt horrible leaving someone to starve…

That night after midnight you made your way back down into the dungeons where Eustass Kid was being held…you walked to the very end of the corridor of cells…in the last cell he was asleep…you made sure he was…at least you were hoping…you were holding a tray with a piece of meat, a few slices of bread and a bowl of soup In one hand and with the other you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside the cell…he was still breathing steadily as you quietly placed the tray down…but as you were about to leave a strong hand grabbed you by the throat and pushed you all the way into the wall..you helped and struggled to breathe, when you opened your eyes again you were met by intimidating amber eyes…it felt as if he was staring right through you. “So you’re the little fucker that’s been bringing me this.” He let go of you and you fell to your knees in a struggle to regain your breath. “The princess eh?” He stared down at you confused. “The fuck…why are you out of all people doing this. Shouldn’t you get ready to meet your fuckin’ prince in shinin’ armour or something?” His tone seemed a little more calm yet his glare still felt as if it was piercing through you… “…You got charged with death for simply setting foot in our kingdom…I don’t understand why…you didn’t do nothing to my father….” You spoke with a hint of anger in your tone aimed towards the king. “I’m a pirate, princess’ I’m an outlaw. And I’m hated for my reputation.” He walked back to the mattress and sat down on it. “I don’t hate you…I mean I don’t really hate pirates…I’ve always wanted to talk to one! So I can hear more about the world and their adventures! I-..I really wanna explore the whole world…” You rest your back against the cold wall of the cell, you were only wearing your nightgown and a brown cloak over it…so it was pretty cold for you… “then just skip over to your father and bat your eyelashes at him and poof you’ll be on a lavish ship surrounded by guards and staff to be at your every need” He rolled his eyes. A few moments of silence were met…you were hugging your knees for a twinge of warmth. “That’s…not true…you might think my life is perfect because I’m a princess…but my father doesn’t even care for me. He sees me as a politic alliance. He wants to marry me off to some king that’s 40 years older then me just because he wants a political alliance with some other kingdom…if it wasn’t for my step mother I would’ve been married off before 16, I’m forced to marry someone who’s chosen for me, birth him as many children as he wants. And for gods sake if I don’t give him a boy I might as well say my prayers. My father killed my mom. Just because she failed to give him an healthy male heir. So he charged her with adultery and she was executed. He barely knew I existed. But after my younger step brother was born he was the light of his life. Kings don’t care for their wives or daughters. A week ago I dared speak up at my father and he threatened to have me face the same fate as my mother. So yeah. Let me go and bat my eyelashes at him.” Your gaze fell to the floor. The only sounds were the droplets of water falling through the cracks of the ceiling before they were met by Kid’s deep voice. “Fine then I’ll kidnap you when I’m outta here.” You raised your eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” You looked at him confused…”I mean, imagine how much my bounty will go up if I kidnap a damn princess.” He noticed your slightly uneasy aura. “Can her highness not take a damn joke?” He teased. “That isn’t a funny matter. Kidnapping someone isn’t funny.” He rolled his eyes for maybe the 100th time and grabbed the tray of food and started eating…just whilst he was eating you managed to take a look at him properly…he had a lot of wounds…he noticed you staring at him and he whistled to get your attention. “Like watcha see princess’…?” A little pink hue made its way onto your cheeks and you turned away as he laughed at you. After a few more moments of silence you spoke.

“You can go….I mean…I unlocked your cell…I won’t tell anyone…” he finished swallowing the last of the meat, got up, walked over to you, crouched down at your level and flicked your forehead…hard. “Are you stupid? I don’t know where shit is, there must be guards everywhere and I have a sea prism cuff.” He raised his wrist on which was the cuff. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you up. “Get the hell out of here. I don’t need a princess to rescue me.” He pushed you towards the cell door and he went back to his mattress and plopped down on it. You didn’t protest and just left…you locked the cell door and ran back down the corridors…you were almost caught but you made it back to your room…after changing into a clean nightgown you got into bed and stared at the ceiling of it…that same feeling you felt there first day you met eyes with him made its way to your chest again…your heart skipped a beat as you thought of his shirtless body again. “What is wrong with me?!” You thought to yourself as you turned onto your right side and hugged a pillow to your chest…after a while you fell asleep that way…breathing steadily whilst your cheeks still with that pink hue on them.

Later that night Kid found himself with the king and two guards in front of his cell. “The fuck you want.” He said with a low growl in his throat. “I don’t think that’s way to talk to the king.” Kid scowled. “I couldn’t give a further fuck.” The king smirked. “So someone keeps bringing you food. Which one of those filthy maids has been doing this.” Kid laid back down on the mattress with his arm under his head. “Maybe it’s a man who knows.” The king’s face fell to anger. “Guards, take him. He’ll end up speaking one way or another. The guards entered his cell but Kid didn’t even flinch. “Yes yes torture me, cuz that’s been working wonders. I hope you fucking know that anything you do to me won’t bring me down you fucker. And one of these days I’ll have a damn knife at your throat.” The guards chained him and took him out of his cell and down the corridor towards the torture chambers.

The next night whilst you were bringing him food you noticed the key to his cell wasn’t working anymore…till you noticed the lock looked new…so they changed the locks…you still could push the tray through the gaps of the bars..but when you took a good look at him you froze…he was bleeding, he had numerous wounds and had dried blood at his mouth nose and in many other places.. “Kid! W-What happened to you?!” You placed the tray down and ran right up against the bars. As she noticed he wasn’t answering she ran back where she came from…Kid then turned his head as he heard her run off, he placed his head back against the mattress and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard your steps run back down the corridor, this time you had a lot of bandages and medicinal herbs and tissue…he seemed a bit surprised by this. “Get the fuck out of here. As you said your dad doesn’t care about you so he’ll kill you if he finds you doing this to me!! Leave. Get the fucking hin—-“ “NO! i don’t Care what you have to say. I wont leave till you let me treat you! You might get an infection! Or worse die. So get over here and let me patch you up!” He didn’t move for a few seconds then a sigh left his lips and he went up against the bars so you could reach your hand in between them and patch him up…first you cleaned up his arm(and a half) and bandaged a few scars, then you did his back where he seemed to have a few open wounds as other marks…he slightly shivered when he felt your warm hands against his calloused skin. It was a contrast from the cold scent he got used to…it felt good. After you were done with his back he turned around back to face you…he had a pretty nasty wound on his abdomen and you tended to it…he felt tingly as you were caring for him like that..it was weird he wasn’t used to this, nor did he want to appear weak..after you were done patching him up he snatched the food you brought him and let’s just say that food was disposed of in a matter of seconds… you asked him about what happened and he told you in short detail what your father did last night. As your little conversation lead on you managed to get him to tell you about a few of his adventures…and places he’s been to..you were amazed…till you didn’t realize that it’s been a few hours…by the time you left to go back to your room and sleep it was the crack of dawn…yet you still went to bed…all those places he told you about had you dreaming of visiting them. And it also slightly brought his mind off things as he’d hear you laugh and be interested at his stories…that laugh and smile of yours were white stuck in his head…

Authors note: Sorry that this chapter was quite short, and I’m sorry for the late update but I just moved so I was extremely busy. Also! If you want to be notified when the next part comes out I’m starting a tag list so just comment below if you wanna be added! Also if you ask Kid’s cell bars are the rectangular ones so that’s how reader can reach better through. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanna thank you for all the support! I love hearing your thoughts and asks/requests it just makes me smile! Also my requests are currently open, feel free to ask/request anything you want! Thank you so much!

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Hiii!! Hope you're having a good day! I really enjoy your work 💖

I'm curious about this...can I request a one shot, please uwu? from Suguru werewolf (Yandere soft), after of so many years he finally found his mate... she's a witch who is already engaged in marriage whit someone else, maybe a stupid sorcerer like Naoya (?) What will Suguru do to always have her by his side? maybe mate with her (NFSW) and kidnapped before the wedding...it's the only way to prove that she belongs to him.

Only if you want and if you like the idea 💡! If not it's ok. Have a good day, and thanks for your time.

The day you became his mate

paring: werewolf!light yandere! Geto x reader

warnings: smut(breeding, rough sex, half-agreed sex), kidnapping.

Words: 3,8k

Being lonely, it was hard to keep all your needs in check. Not having a partner for a werewolf is unbearable. Painful because there is no love in life. No hugging or kissing. There is no closeness of another person. Alpha would always miss an omega. The earth would miss water. The plants would miss the sun. He misses a partner.

He doesn't care if his partner is like him, a werewolf, or a different human. It does not matter. If his partner was a werewolf, it would have to be omega. Because he chose to be a loner. He lives alone, he has no partner. He doesn't stick to his relatives. He doesn't stick to his group. He's an alpha, werewolf, loner. He is independent and did not care whether someone is with him or whether he is alone. But still, the more and longer he lived like that, the more he felt the desire to have a mate. He was already 27 years old. And he never had a mate in his life. It never felt real. That's why he already wants to have someone in his life…    Werewolves aren't ugly. You knew it well. You, when you were learning about different ethnic types and different species, you knew that as a witch, as a female sorcerer, you had to learn more than what was written in the books.

You've met a few werewolves, you've seen them. Werewolves are not large dogs, as they are described. Werewolves were people. They just had more features that weren't originally human. Better senses, higher physical fitness, sometimes there may be a tail and ears on their body. But that's all. Only this. They don't have fur.

You've noticed that werewolves are really beautiful creatures. The men are tall and handsome. Muscled. Women are beautiful. Their eyes are soul piercing. Strong bodies, sharp teeth. In your opinion, they really are majestic. But their hormones scared you. their behavior because of it. Werewolves don't need a partner of their own species. It can also be an ordinary person. The only thing that matters to them is that they feel a partner in another person. Then their hormones will work on a human anyway. The alphas in their hierarchy choose a mate for themselves. Or rather, it is fate that chooses them. They feel that someone is made for them.

You've always been terrified of this behavior of alphas who feel omega. Werewolves are aggressive when they have to. They don't kill for no reason. But their aggression also shows up in moments of closeness to a partner. Even though the dominant partner doesn't want to hurt their mate. You heard about it, and you knew you wouldn't get the feeling. You could enjoy it, but also regret it. It would be nice to hear that you have been chosen as a life partner for someone, and they love you unconditionally. For ever.

But your partner is no werewolf. You're getting married soon. Even though it is a marriage of duty and coercion. Your husband will be a man. An ordinary sorcerer from an influential family. With him, you can do whatever you want. You will be able to live peacefully. You'll even be able to look at books, learn more. Watch to understand more. Read something interesting. Even though your life with this man may not be as nice as it could be if you loved him.

You know that there are people living in a relationship with a werewolf. Even though others think it's dangerous. It's the same risk as always when a human is with a non-human. People's bodies are different from their bodies. And that's why they consider it dangerous. But nature cannot be blocked. If a werewolf feels a life partner in a human, it should not be resisted. After all, a werewolf can only have one true partner.

Only one with whom he will be connected forever.

You walked through the small shop, looking through various books. You were looking for something you like. Some title or genre of the book. Even supernatural romances or something like that. Even werewolves. You were looking for anything to kill your slow, boring time.

That's where you met him.

Who would have thought that a small shop on a street corner would be something that would change your life so much.

There was a lot in this store, and you wondered what he really came for when he didn't seem interested in anything.

He appeared when you couldn't reach the book on the last, highest shelf. No matter how tall you were, you couldn't reach it. The shelf was just too high.

Leaning on the cupboard with your hands and chest, you extended one hand once more.

There was no staff to help you because sometimes they disappear into the back room, leaving the shop alone for a while. But why at a time like this if you need help now? Or you just need a stool or ladder to pick up the item you want…

You felt your fingertips run along the spine of the book. And you hoped this was the book you wanted.

You grabbed the bottom and slowly pulled it out. You still can't see what you're doing because it's still so high… Where are all the tall people to help you…

You felt the book begin to wobble under your fingers. You swallowed that shelf under your breath. You continued to pull the book lightly towards you, even if it might fall on your head.

You won't die from a book falling on you… You'll protect your head and you'll be fine.

But the moment the book fell off the shelf, you saw that it wasn't the book you wanted at all, and you closed your eyes in annoyance.

The book flew out of your fingers, but before it could fall on you, something stopped it.

You opened your eyes to see a man's hand holding the book.

You looked at him. He was definitely tall. This answers your question. Suddenly, a tall, handsome man appears next to you and saves you from the attacking book… How strange that sounds. Your knight in shining armor on a white horse who saved you from colliding your head with an angry, aggressive book that fall on you from the shelf…

What an unusual and strange meeting…

Besides, if he was normal, he wouldn't come here…

People just watch what happens to others, record it, and share it as funny mishap videos…

Or they just watch and don't care.

This man here was a little different because he approached you.

And his reflexes were amazing because he caught the falling book so quickly and accurately. By one hand.

It's amazing. You wonder how many people are with such reflexes?

Or is he not human at all? After all, there are so many non-humans in this world.

"are you okay?"

You looked at his face.

What if you were right about him not being human?

When you saw the piercing purple of his eyes, you felt like you were standing under a predator…

You felt as if you were overwhelmed by his aura alone…

Is this what it's like to be a victim? Is that what it feels like?

After a while you realized you had to answer.

"Yeah… Thanks…" you said uncertainly as you stared up at the sky.

Even though it might look silly to others, it was something else to you. You couldn't take your eyes off its beauty.

He was definitely not a knight in shining armor on a white horse…

It was a dark, mysterious but kind knight with piercing purple eyes that flooded your senses and you couldn't look at anything else but that.. His hair was half pinned up like a black wave floating down his back and shoulders.

Suddenly you saw his hand move and he handed you the book which was falling on you. Keep looking into your eyes. Watching your every move. Every breath that came out of your sweet lips.

It wasn't normal…

"Uhm… Excuse me, could you pass me the book that was next to this one?" You asked quietly, blushing a little in embarrassment.

It was embarrassing that he was saving you from the book. It was embarrassing that you even asked him to help you because you couldn't handle it.

It was embarrassing that he was so close, and he was looking at you like that…

He smiled slightly and moved closer to you, reaching for another book.

As soon as he entered the store, he felt different than usual. He felt something pulling him inside. Something that makes him stay inside.

His body led him to books and stationery where he looked at things, then looked at other things.

He didn't need anything from the store, but he felt he had to be there. He didn't know the reason. It was just a feeling…

But as he went to the other shelf, he saw one person a little further away.

When he saw you, his body made his pupils dilate.

When he saw you, his heart sped up.

His body started working differently.

For every werewolf, there is only one such moment in life…

The moment he meets his mate…

When he noticed that you needed help, he came over and helped you. He wanted to be nice and also to get close. He wanted to know if his senses were deceiving him.

When he grabbed that book and looked at you, he felt there was no mistake.

He was suddenly worried that you might be injured. That something could happen to you. That's why he looked and asked if you were okay.

He was so glad you were okay.

He had never felt such relief before.

Even when he doesn't know your name.

When you asked him if he would give you the book, he couldn't refuse.

When he could move closer, he was so pleased with it.

As he felt your scent even more in his nostrils, the instincts that werewolves have when they smell their mate awakened in him.

He immediately felt that he had to protect you. He felt he had to keep you by his side.

He felt he had to mark you.

The best way, and also the only way, is to mate with a partner.

He just met you, but he felt it was the right thing to do.

His rational thinking tells him he can't do it now… After all, it wouldn't be moral for you to mate by force.

He didn't want to do this to you.

Can you give him more time? Maybe you'd like to meet him?

Just a few meetings before that happens…

You think to be his…

You are his soul mate…

The only mate he'll ever have…

You are the chosen partner for him.

You must be his… No matter what happens… You must be his… As his partner, one of a kind.

You must be his because he wants you both to be the most important thing to you. He's waited too long to let go of this opportunity now…

You won't get away with this…

You have to because he wants it.

You must, because the world has decided so for you…

You will be partners forever….

Even if he doesn't know you're going to be involved with someone else soon… 

Your friend, your best friend, your protector, your soul mate, Geto Suguru.

None of you expected that your meetings after such an unusual meeting would be so frequent.

You agreed right away

And he proposed it.

Who would have thought that in less than a month you would become his friend.

He is your friend. You two get along perfectly. That's why you think you're soul mates. Even if that's not possible in humans.

However, it didn't even surprise you when he said he wasn't human… After all, he looked different from the others…

He was a werewolf.

Now you could be glad that your best friend is someone who isn't even human.

You saw how his behavior changed when you were near him.

You saw how his pupils changed shape.

To go from sharp and small to suddenly round and wider as he looked at you.

You don't know what that means for werewolves, but you do know that people's pupils dilate when they see something they like.

You wonder if your pupils are also dilated when you look at him.

You are happy to have him near you because he is your friend. Someone you can always trust.

But he acts weird sometimes…

Weird behavior that sends shivers down your spine…

He's possessive and the most jealous of any friend you've ever had…

No one can get close to you when he's around, because he's around.

His eyes then change. Then you see how his teeth are sharp. How his body looks like he's getting ready to attack any human… It wouldn't make sense if he was human… Unfortunately, he's a werewolf.

You knew werewolves were territorial and protected those who mattered to them.

Exactly.

But you didn't expect such a reaction when you told him you were inviting him to your wedding as your best friend.

Then you saw how his face changed. From cheerful to petrified. His eyebrow twitched. His eyes have changed. His aura was completely different. You were beginning to be afraid of him, of what he might do to you…

You still wonder why he is like this from the beginning… As if his feelings express something other than friendship.

"Suguru, is something wrong?" you asked seeing his serious face.

"Are you getting married?" he asked suddenly, in such a cold voice.

"…Yeah. In a few days…I want you to be my guest."

"Who are you marrying?! You love him?! Why?!"

You backed away a bit, knowing you had angered him. You don't know why, but he was angry. His voice was cold and dry. A cruel scream bursting from his throat as he couldn't control his emotions. Not now…

"I'm marrying him out of necessity, but I don't mind. You probably don't know him. Zenin Naoya. He is a sorcerer. I'm marrying him because he comes from a powerful family." You said as your smile faded.

"Are you marrying him even though you don't love him?!" he shouted suddenly standing up.

"Suguru?"

"If you don't want it, just don't do it… You think I'm going to let someone else have you…?!!"

"Sugu…?"

"You think after so many years of being alone, I'm just going to let go of the person who's meant for me?! I won't let my mate go! No one will take you away… Even if I have to have you by force…"

He suddenly left.

Left you confused…

What did he say?

Are you his mate?

That's why he acted like that?

Are you made for him because you really are his soul mate?

Are you meant to be his partner?

He, as a werewolf, felt it, didn't he? But why didn't he tell you before?

You felt a bit scared after he said he would have you by force…

How can you not be afraid of this?

That's why he left.

He kept the last bit of his sanity, he left before he did anything he would regret…

If he had stayed there with you, his emotions would have made him hurt you.

That he would bond with you by force…

But is there anything wrong with binding you to him by force?

You have to be his anyway… That's why… Is there anything wrong with that?

You felt bad for the next few days.

It was your last night before your wedding…

You were supposed to enjoy. You were supposed to get ready and rest before this important day.

You wanted to see Suguru. You wanted him to come and support you on this day… as your best friend…

But you don't know what to think about it, since he told you something like this…

You are his mate…

Could something that was scary for you at times really be true?

It would be really nice to have someone who loves you always. No matter what. It doesn't matter what you look like. It doesn't matter who you turn into…

A werewolf's true love will never fade away. Because he will be with you forever.

You you were chosen for Suguru… Can you break his heart…?

If only you had a choice…

You'd like to apologize to him. Because there's nothing you can do alone to prevent this wedding…

You can apologize to him now…

You didn't want to hurt him… You didn't want to deprive him of love…

You didn't want to break his heart…

Combing your hair while I was sitting in the chair by the mirror, all you see is how your eyes have gotten darker. Lustreless. Your eyes didn't sparkle because you couldn't see Suguru's eyes.

Gently running the brush through your hair, all you thought was that a warm bath and going to bed might relax you.

  The moment the door to your room suddenly opened, you jumped, quickly getting up from your chair.

Holding the brush in front of you as if it were a knife.

Whatever defense you have with you.

You saw a familiar face and tall figure as he emerged from the hallway. Coming into your room. Closing the door behind him. Slamming them sharply against the doorframe in the wall.

"Suguru…" You grumbled as you put your brush down on the shelf and slowly walked over to him.

But you stopped the moment you saw him starting to take off his hoodie.

Staying in a black t-shirt.

"I knew that only one thing could keep us both together…"he said as he untied his hair. Letting them fall on his back completely.

"What???"

"I knew from the beginning that you would be my partner forever… But for all this to happen, I'd have to do something… There's nothing wrong with forcibly marking you… Right?"

You took a step back when you saw his eyes.

Predator looking at prey.

"If you give up, it will be easier for me as well as for you." he said as he took off his shoes and then pulled his shirt over his head, showing you a muscular torso.

You blushed slightly and took a step back.

"It will be better for you if you approach me politely now and let me do whatever it takes."

You looked at him as he stopped.

"Because no matter what you do, you'll still be mine. Since we met. And since I walked into this room, there's no way you're leaving this house without being marked by me. I'll be softer if you come now."

Your body was paralyzed.

You couldn't move because of the stress. You knew what was about to happen…

You have no choice anyway…

He'll do it anyway… No matter what you choose…

You took one small step forward.

"I'll take that as a half answer. I'll be softer than I was meant to be…" he said as he suddenly appeared in front of you, pressing your lips hard against his.

Something happened that always scared you…

Alpha partner aggression towards omega partner…

Even though a partner doesn't want to hurt the other partner…

His body works like this…

He, feeling his partner's body, just couldn't help himself.

Something that used to scare you all the time is actually so good…

He's brutal, you have to admit it. But there's a subtlety to it. Also the way he kisses you and hugs you sometimes.

How he says sweet words to you as his hips hit yours.

With brute force, with hellish pace. Not allowing you to breathe normally.

His hands squeezing your hips and waist as he slammed his cock into your insides. Like it's about to tear you apart.

Tears flowed from your eyes, saliva flowed from your mouth. You cried through the overwhelming emotions and all the feeling.

A pain that fills you with such pleasure that you can't think straight.

The knowledge of the words suddenly disappeared from your mind, and all you could do was moan his name.

Your whole body was bitten and aching. Your wounds stung.

However, what was supposed to be painful and horrible was actually so good…

Your body reacted to it…

When you lay on your stomach with your ass up for him, you couldn't move. Your body was so soft. All the nerves in your body were burning with pleasure.

You don't know how long it lasts. But you know you're not going back to your normal life after all this.

You feel him entering you again and again. Feeling everything as he uses your body for pleasure. Giving you pleasure too. Letting you feel such an overwhelming feeling that it didn't feel like you were having normal sex.

So that's the point of their bodies not being the same as human ones…

His body can give you much more pleasure. And through it all, you're melting under his hips. Feeling hotter every time his hips hit your ass. As he entered you so deeply each time. So precisely hitting all sensitive points.

So much so that you came on his big cock, milking him, encouraging him to come inside you. Even though that's what he wanted to do with you.

Pour his semen deep into your womb and breed with you.

He wanted to mark you as his mate, forever.

With his length kissing your cervix every time, he was hugging you, and all he wanted was for you to moan his name.

What a sweet partner for him that he loves so much.

You will stay for him forever.

"Fuck… I love you… You're… You're mine…"

He wanted others to see that you were gone. He wanted others to see that you weren't in the room and that you weren't coming to the wedding.

Once you're marked as his, you won't go back to your old life because you're going with him.

With his cock moving in and out of your pussy again and again, you felt your body becoming so sensitive.

Until finally you felt even more hot as you wrapped yourself around him. As your body melted under his thrusts and kisses. In his arms.

He didn't mean to hurt you. And since your body was taking it so well… It's not bad for you.

You're his partner, That's why you won't leave his side.

You will live with it. You will not leave his house. You'll never come back.

He won't let him lose you.

His only partner. The person he loves. His mate.

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Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Tagged : @deputy-videogamer , @jupitersmoon167 , @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @xenayami , @melday0105 , @oscarissac2099 , @gushers123 , @nervousvlad , @kuinnoa .

Warning : +18 but not a smut , angst , happy ending .

➞ Spoil : Doctor Strange : Multivers of Madness 

[Reader] → AFAB

[Y/N] = Your Name

[E/C] = Eye color

[H/C] = Hair color 

“ I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.” 

Caught up in regret, [Y/N] Maximoff used her telekinetic powers to lift the temple to Scarlet Witch on Mount Wundagore to destroy the Book of the Damned in every universe. She looked up at the sky, tears in her eyes as the walls fell on her. Sacrificing her life so as not to let Scarlett Witch do any more damage not only in this universe but in the entire multiverse.

[Y/N] was in a dark place. She didn't look entirely human, she'd grown a horn and one of her arms looked like it wasn't hers any more, with long claws that could rip anything to shreds. Between her hands floated a sphere of luminous red energy that seemed to absorb the being in front of her, the demon inside her.

“ … You do not possess me, Chthon.” she said in an authoritative voice. “ I possess you…” 

After absorbing the demon, [Y/N] found herself back at the hideout she'd made after fleeing Westview. A small cottage in the middle of the wilderness.

She gazed at the peaceful cottage, her being echoing with a sense of nostalgia. As Maximoff made his way to the front door, he was engulfed by a red light that transformed his suit into a comfortable outfit. She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it to see that everything was as she remembered it.

[Y/N] had to accept the losses she had experienced throughout her life. She had to learn to accept for the sake of the multiverse, for herself but also for the memories she had of her loved ones, gone.

"I have to let them go… I have to grieve…" she whispered, her voice broken by the sadness she felt.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her face crumpled with pain and sadness, as she tried not to think too much about her parents, her twin brother, her ex-husband and her children.

Her parents.

Pietro.

Vision

And Billy and Tommy.

Gone and she has to accept it. She has to accept her loneliness and the fact that she's all alone again. Alone.

She bit her lip as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, falling to her knees as she held her chest, wanting to rip out the organ that was throbbing.

An orange portal opened abruptly, throwing a person back into a universe unknown to him. He stood up to try and use the same portal that had brought him here, only to see it shrink and close right in front of him.

The man grunted in anger as the orange portal closed before turning to try and figure out where he had landed.

"Where am I?" he asked, looking at the watch he was wearing.

"Are you lost?" asked the hologram of a woman emerging from the watch with clear amusement in her voice.

"Tell me where I am." growled the man, clearly unable to take any more of Lily's amusement at his predicament.

"Mister is lost then!" she cooed before laughing at her creator's predicament.

The man's mask began to retract to show his cold, well-sculpted face… He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to take any more of his AI's amused behaviour.

"You are currently on Earth 19999," the AI finally replied before disappearing, without before a sarcastic comment from him about perhaps recruiting the nerd who serves as Spiderman in this universe.

Now, Spiderman of Earth 2099 sighed before starting to walk in any direction, to find someone who could help him repair his watch and finally return home or to Spider-Society. Finally, somewhere he knew.

The further he walked, the deeper he sank into the wildness of the place.

No concrete, just earth. No skyscrapers, just trees.

Then he felt something hit his back, sending him flying a few metres away from where he'd been. He grunted and stood up to see a person floating a few centimetres off the ground, enveloped in red energy.

The two people looked at each other, their eyes red.

The person then stretched out his arm towards the man on the ground, enveloping him in the same energy that was enveloping him and lifting him a few centimetres off the ground.

"Who are you?" the person asked as he conjured up a sphere of energy in his hand, ready for a second salvo of attack. "What do you want from this universe?"

"Spiderman from Earth 2099." he replied as he realised that the person in front of him was trying to protect his universe from an incursion.

"Spiderman?" the person repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

The Spiderman she knew didn't look like that. He was a young adult who had just finished high school. Especially as she still remembered those facial features she saw during the 2014 war against Thanos, after the Blip that had brought back half the universe that had disappeared.

"You're not the Spiderman of this world…" finally understood Maximoff beginning to panic slightly at a possible incursion. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm just looking for materials to repair my watch. It's what's going to get me into my universe or the Spider-Society," Miguel grunted, feeling the energy tighten around his body, choking him slightly.

At this admission, [Y/N] loosened his grip and placed the Spiderman from another universe on the ground. His red eyes dissipated, giving way to magnificent [E/C] eyes. Just like Miguel's, whose red eyes gave way to brown ones.

The two looked at each other, scrutinising each other's every detail.

[Y/N] motioned for Spiderman to follow her, and Miguel did so, always on the lookout for another possible attack. The two walked in complete silence, not talking. The only noise that could be heard was that of nature and their footsteps. After walking for several long minutes, they came to a cottage.

"This is my house…" [Y/N] said simply, breaking the silence between them. She went to the door and opened it, beckoning Miguel to follow her inside.

Miguel was very defensive, not trusting this person. After all, he had just met her and had attacked her earlier. It was with great reserve that he decided to enter. Once inside, he turned his head to see that the cottage was decorated in a rather simplistic way, with a kitchen that was not at all modern.

[Y/N] then took off her long grey woollen waistcoat, revealing a suit of the same colour underneath. She placed her waistcoat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm going to make us some tea while you explain why you're here," she said simply before disappearing into the kitchen.

The man wasn't sure what to do, so he simply looked around with a scrutinising gaze, trying to work out whether the person was an enemy or an ally. After a few minutes looking around, [Y/N] returned with a tray containing two cups and a steaming pot of tea. She placed it on the coffee table in what appeared to be the living room and motioned for Miguel to sit down in the seat in front of her. Miguel simply sat down, looking at the steaming cup.

[Y/N] understanding the reluctance of the man in front of her, simply used her telekinesis to lift the cup and move it in front of the spiderman from another universe.

"It's not poisoned," she said with a small smile, blowing on the cup of hot tea as she watched the man take the flying cup.

Chthon's ship took a sip as she watched the hot liquid in her cup, trying to think of what she could say.

"Your presence here is dangerous to this universe, you know…" she said as she looked the man in the eye.

"That's why I'm looking for a way back to my universe or to Spider-Society."

"Um…" she mumbled as she closed her eyes before opening them again. "You can understand that I can't afford to leave you here at the risk of letting an incursion take place…I'll help you."

Miguel closed his eyes, thanking the person in front of him for his help.

"I'm [Y/N] Maximoff." the person introduced himself with a small smile.

"Miguel O'hara."

" Nice to meet you."

In the days following the meeting between the two people, [Y/N] and Miguel had to go into town to look for any DIY tools or components that the Spider Man from another universe needed to repair his exit key to return to Spider-Society. The ship had used its magic to look different, she didn't want Strange to recognise her after what happened with the multiverse, she was far too ashamed and not yet ready to face the world.

Of course, Miguel didn't know who the warm soul was who had offered to help her and what she had done in life to make her feel the need to change her appearance to go into town.

Together, throughout the days, they were able to buy the materials and DIY tools needed to repair the watch.

The two then returned to [Y/N]'s cottage to begin the repairs.

They were both rather reserved, but as the hours and days passed, they gradually began to talk about their lives, without mentioning their traumas and losses.

One day, [Y/N] had gone to the old house she had shared with Vision and her children in Westview under a new guise, so as not to be recognised by the residents she had put under mental control.

Miguel, who had stayed in the cottage to continue the repairs, got up to fetch a tool. He started walking towards one of the rooms. He turned on the light and saw what appeared to be a room for children. The Spiderman frowned, wondering why [Y/N] had a boy's room in her shawl, did she have children? So where were they?

Questions began to form in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about his daughter, whom he had also lost. Were they the same?

He looked at the photo frames in the room, to see that one of them had a family photo, but not just any family photo. The father had red skin and didn't look human at all, he had a stone embedded in his forehead. Beside him was someone all too familiar to the man, someone with [H/C] coloured hair and [E/C] eyes shining with love and joy, with a sincere smile on her lips. In front of the two adults were two little boys, who appeared to be the children of the two adults behind them, wearing innocent smiles…

When he saw the photo, he couldn't help but feel his heart clench, remembering his life as a father. It seemed that the two of them were more alike than he had imagined. After understanding [Y/N]'s personal situation, he felt anxious and felt his walls, which he had beaten down for several years after the loss of his daughter, crumble at the mere realisation of the common link between the two individuals.

The front door opened to reveal the owner, who was swallowed up by red energy and returned to her usual hair colour [M/C] and big eyes [E/C]. When she returned to the cottage, she saw Miguel's watch in the living room, but she didn't see him in the room, which worried her. She felt her heart pound with concern for the tall man from another universe. She began to search the rooms of the house, only to find him in her boys' bedroom.

"O-oh, what are you doing here?" asked [Y/N] with a small, embarrassed smile and an equally embarrassed laugh.

"Do you have children?" the man asked as he moved closer to the person, his body clearly towering above that of Chthon's ship.

"Wh-"

Miguel showed the family photo to the person who'd taken him in all this time. [Y/N] then realised that he had discovered a part of her that she had wanted to hide. She felt anxiety and fear catch her throat, her heartbeat and breathing quickened. She felt imprisoned, so she staggered out of the room and into the living room. She sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around her body, her nails digging into her skin as tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about her perfect little sitcom life and what she'd lost.

"[Y/N]…" called Miguel in a low voice so as not to provoke a fit from the person.

"I-I had two boys… But…" she began as the tears fell more and more.

Miguel sat down next to Maximoff, trying to cheer her up, clearly understanding her pain at losing someone close to her. That's why he was much more patient with this person than with others. This news about this person had shaken her up. Perhaps he should open up more with the Maximoff.

"I-I lost my daughter too…" admitted Miguel, looking at the photo frame.

"W-what?"

Miguel sighed as he stared at the ground for a minute before looking at the person beside him, the tear marks still visible on his cheeks. He gave her a small smile before glancing at the photo. He then began to recount what had happened. The death of his alternate self, his replacement by himself and life with his daughter, and finally the destruction of this universe, of which he was the main cause.

Listening to the Spiderman's story, [Y/N] grabbed the man's hand to reassure him that she was there. [Y/N] then felt compelled to recount her loss. She could only remember what Vision had told her when she lost her father. He had told her that talking about the loss of Pietro and how she felt would help her grieve.

"Maybe he's right…" she thought wistfully of that moment in her bedroom when she was watching a sitcom with the synthesizer beside her.

The witch took a deep breath and began to tell her story. From the loss of her parents when she was 10, to the loss of her twin brother when she was 18, to Vision when she was 28 and a few weeks later, she had lost the artificial intelligence once again, but on top of that, she had lost both her sons. At 31, driven mad by loneliness and clinging to her memories as a housewife, she decided to kill her other alternative so that she could have her children with her. But it didn't work out that way…

"I want my children with me… But I can't…" she said simply, glancing at Miguel.

You could tell in her voice that she was broken because of the feelings that flooded through her whole being as she recalled the moments she spent with those children in the Westview Anomaly.

She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her woollen waistcoat as she bit her lip to keep from crying more.

"In the end, you and I are almost the same…" Miguel spoke in a gentle voice as he placed his hand on her head.

Sensing the attraction they felt towards each other building to a climax at this point, the two moved closer and their lips touched. At first it was just innocent little kisses, but then the room warmed up and they began to wrestle for dominance. [Y/N] threw her arms around the man's neck to embrace him while Miguel placed his large hands on his hips. The witch straddled him as the session between them grew hotter and hotter.

Miguel, overcome with excitement, lifted the witch's body as the kiss grew hotter. He then made his way to [Y/N]'s bedroom, laying her body down gently before undressing her with kisses. The man stood up to look at Maximoff's almost naked body. He smiled wryly at this, feeling aroused by the sight of [Y/N]'s flushed face. He then decided to put his head close to her neck, while kissing. He opened his mouth as his canines lengthened before placing them gently on the young witch's neck.

[Y/N] when she felt the canines of the man who was currently dominating her. She squeezed her legs together, feeling aroused by the action. She'd never had sex before, when she was in a relationship with Vision, even to get pregnant there was no need to have had sex. She just wanted to get pregnant and her magic did the rest. Her heart began to race just thinking about what was to come.

One thing led to another and the two of them had sex for several hours.

The sunlight streamed into the woman's bedroom. [Y/N] opened her eyes as she looked around her room and when she turned her head, she saw Miguel O'hara's naked body. At that moment, her heart dropped into her stomach, feeling bad for deceiving Vision. She just felt attached to the artificial intelligence who had been her lover for several years. Panicking, she got up and put on her clothes before heading for the kitchen. She decided to go about her business as usual, as if nothing had happened yesterday. So she just started making breakfast for the two of them.

Miguel O'hara opened his eyes and moved his arm to try and embrace the woman he'd spent the night with, only to be met with emptiness. He moved his head towards the spot to see that [Y/N] was no longer there. He got up and went into the kitchen to see her cooking. He felt his heart melt with tenderness as he watched the scene before him. He decided to move closer and put his arms around her to cuddle her.

"Whoa…" he mumbled in a deep voice as he placed his lips on her neck.

The young woman sighed and removed herself from the man's grasp, confusing him.

"Hello…" she greeted coldly in return.

The man from Earth 2099 couldn't help but be shocked by [Y/N]'s coldness. He frowned.

"Are you all right?"

"Not very well…" she replied before leaving a silence, pondering the words that were to follow. "I-I think the two of us was a mistake…"

This news had the effect of a stone falling on the man.

"W-what?"

"We both come from different universes and especially that you'll soon be leaving me once your watch is fixed… A relationship won't be possible between us…" she admitted, placing both hands on the man's cheeks. "We'd better forget what happened yesterday, it was a serious mistake…"

Having said that, she turned and continued preparing breakfast with a heavy heart.

The day went on just like the first day. The two avoided each other as best they could, trying not to stay in the same place.

Miguel meanwhile threw himself heart and soul into repairing his watch.

While [Y/N] went out more and more to tend to the garden.

They didn't even glance at each other, not wanting to make the atmosphere even more awkward and tense than it already was. They couldn't look each other in the eye without both of them feeling attracted to the other, and especially bad, because [Y/N] was right.

Their love story wasn't supposed to exist, they should never have met in the first place.

Miguel O'hara the Spiderman of Earth 2099 was standing outside the cottage wearing his hero suit as he put his watch on his wrist after 2 months of trying to repair it with what [Y/N] had bought. He turned it on and an orange portal opened in front of him, and he felt sad to be leaving the quiet, peaceful life he'd been able to create with the woman with the hair [C/H]. Deep down, he hoped that the woman would come and stop him leaving her, but it was best for his world. Sensing something behind him, he turned his head to see someone…

"[Y/N]…" he muttered emotionally, as his mask disappeared.

His eyes boring into the woman's eyes.

The witch was outside, panting as if she'd run a marathon, tears in her eyes as she saw that the man was about to leave her. She knew it was for the good of her land, but she couldn't help feeling selfish and wanting happiness after so much loss. The moment she fell back in love with someone other than her former lover, his presence had to threaten her world. Why did the world make her heart beat faster for a man she knew was impossible to be in a relationship with? If she had been under the Darkhold's control, she herself would have destroyed her universe and the people who live in it just to feel that spark of love. With nothing left to lose, she ran to the spider hero and kissed him fiercely, throwing her arms around his neck to bring her large body closer to his.

At last, after days of coldness, the two shared a fiery kiss that melted all the ice that had built up between them.

After a few seconds, they pulled away, their eyes misty with tears that threatened to fall.

"Miguel… I-I really love you. You're the only one since Vision who makes me feel this way, but… You have to go…" she said, caressing his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I want to love you… But-"

"My presence threatens your world…" finished Miguel, who was just as shocked by what had just happened. "I know…"

The two shared one last kiss, a kiss that felt like goodbye, or rather, farewell…

"Perhaps in another universe, this might have been possible…" said the witch, stroking the hair of the man whose feelings she had just confessed.

"Yes, in another universe it would have worked, mi amore…"

The newly-formed couple walked away from each other, looking at each other sadly, knowing that they were going to have to say goodbye.

Miguel turned his back to [Y/N], slowly approaching the gate. Nearing the thing that would take him home to Spider-Society, he turned his face towards the woman he had grown to love during his time here. He could see that the woman who had helped him, who had taken him in, had her face twisted in sadness, her hands resting on her chest, her hands clenched. The sight also made his heart ache. He too didn't want to leave the woman and this quiet little life.

"You have to go, Miguel…" she said, a broken smile on her lips.

The Spiderman nodded slowly before launching himself into the orange portal, leaving Earth 19999 and the woman who had seduced her, [Y/N] Maximoff.

They both closed their eyes as they began to remember each other's warmth and comforting presence.

"Goodbye, [Y/N] / Miguel."

Days and months have passed since Miguel returned to Spider-Society. Some Spiderman and Spiderwoman seemed reassured by his return for fear that an incursion had been created when he was lost in one of the lands of the vast multiverse. But they couldn't help worrying about the overly calm and distracted temperament of the man who was at the head of this whole organisation that brought together Spidermen from several different universes.

The man couldn't help thinking about the woman he loved. His love for her had begun to intensify since their separation, the need to find her had become stronger and almost anchored in his wildest instincts. He also found himself doing a lot more missions than usual and that's where he finds himself. He was on a mission to try and capture an anomaly that was threatening the tranquillity of the universe in question. As he had the villain between his claws, in the air, he opened his mouth wide, his canines extending to plant them.

When his ears picked up a strange, threatening sound, he turned his head as his mask rematerialised over his face, and he saw some kind of dark creature flying towards him in a threatening manner. He threw the enemy to the ground as he dodged the unknown thing's attack. Once he was a good distance away, he noted the strange, monstrous appearance of the thing. He couldn't work out what the monster was. Miguel lunged at the creature but was quickly pushed back by one of the monster's limbs, catching himself on one of the walls where he dug his claws in to keep from falling. He growled savagely as he shook his head to get his bearings. He looked up to see the monster ready to attack him, but he also saw the creature surrounded by a red energy that stopped him in his tracks. Turning his eyes, he saw a sort of misty red portal and a person emerging from it. Seeing the person, his heart beat faster as his eyes watched every feature of the face of the person who had saved him.

[Y/N] stepped out of the portal she had generated with her magic to see that the demon had indeed been stopped just in time.

"Phew! The others will have to take care of the rest… I can't believe demons escaped from the dark dimension…" she growled, running a hand over her hair.

She then flew close to the monster, who squeaked in fear as he sensed a much more powerful and ancient energy in the witch. Happy that her mission was over so quickly, she took out a kind of telephone that allowed her and her team to communicate even in different universes. Communication was needed on the whereabouts of the demons who had escaped from the dark dimension so that they could be better apprehended and sent back to their own dimension. She let her two team-mates, Doctor Strange and Loki, know that she had caught one of the monsters on the run. Her hands lit up and were engulfed in a red glow and with several hand movements, she created a portal in the same way as the one that had brought her here to send the demon back to its own universe.

"Job done!" she said simply, patting her hands to congratulate herself on a job well and quickly done.

Just as she was about to invoke another portal so that she could finally return home, she felt a presence behind her.

"[Y/N]…"

She turned to see that the person who had called her was the man who haunted her nights and her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as her throat was blocked by the strong emotions she was feeling. Mostly joy and happiness. She flew gently towards the man, afraid that it was just an illusion and that he would disappear, but once her hands were on his broad shoulders, she put her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Y-you're here… You're really here…" she whispered, looking into the man's brown eyes.

"I'm really here, mi amore…" he mumbled in response, placing his lips all over her face.

The two kissed passionately, happy to see each other again after several days, months without the presence of the other by their side and with only memories of them. Now at last they were back together.

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RadioApple Fic:

Do You Want To Know?

Hey all, this is the first chapter of my little slow burn radioapple fic. Please let me know what you think, I don’t write much!!

Ch1: A New Idea

It’s been three weeks since the attempted extermination. Three weeks since Lucifer just barely saved the life of his daughter in a fight that nearly killed everyone she cared about. Three weeks since he helped to build the new hotel and moved into his very own suite. It’s been both terrible and beautiful for Lucifer. He had hardly spoken to another soul for years and now was thrown into daily gatherings with sinners he didn’t know. Some of which he certainly didn’t care to know. But those gatherings also included his daughter. His wonderful, smart, passionate, forgiving daughter. I don’t deserve her, Lucifer thinks constantly. He spent years neglecting their relationship, burying himself in his own sorrow, and yet Charlie welcomed him in without a second thought. Without even asking for an explanation or apology for his years of absence. He’s not sure where she got such a big heart, but he’s beyond grateful that she has it. And as an attempt to show her just how dedicated he is to helping her see out her dream, he’s been showing up for every morning meeting. Every ‘family’ dinner. Every chore list, cooking schedule, errands run, nearly anything that could be signed up for, he does. Lucifer didn’t mind chores much. Cooking was fun and he could be experimental (in a way that didn’t include human remains, much to the other residents’ delight). Doing dishes or laundry was something as monotonous and calming as making ducks and other little trinkets. And on the days when he really just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, he simply used his magic to help him get it done quickly. No matter how emotionally taxing, how time consuming, or how frustrating the task was, Lucifer was ready and willing to do anything he could to help his daughter succeed.

It’s because of this that Lucifer ends up on the attendance list for all of Charlie’s ’family’ activities for the hotel. It doesn’t seem too bad at first, but as the activities get to be a little more personal, Lucifer ends up regretting how agreeable he was to his daughter’s every request. A bit too late to be kicking myself for that now... Lucifer thinks as he sits in yet another hotel ‘family’ meeting. The ‘family’ being Charlie of course, her girlfriend Vaggie, the spider demon/porn star Angel, the grumpy bartender Husk, the scary little maid (the one that killed Adam, no less) Niffty, Angel’s one eyed bomb loving friend Cherri, now Lucifer, and... Ugh. This guy, the fallen angel thinks, as the final ‘family’ member graces them with his presence by appearing from the shadows. Alastor... What a pain in the ass. Lucifer doesn't actually have much reason to hate the demon aside from his frustrating theatrics and his need to always be the one Charlie pays the most attention to. Whatever game you’re playing, I’ve got my eye on you, he’s always thinking.

“Alrighty everyone!” His daughter’s voice catches Lucifer’s attention. “Now that we’re all here, I’d like to announce that we will be trying a new activity!” There are a series of groans from the group. None from Alastor, of course. But his creepy, always there smile seems strained, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Charlie continued. “So! You all know how we’ve been trying out some new ideas as test runs for new residents,” she starts. Yes, and it’s been excruciating. No one involved has been enjoying being guinea pigs for Charlie’s therapy experiments. The only silver lining being that the new residents wouldn’t have to suffer the same fates, as each and every “new activity” so far has been tossed out after a resounding failure of some kind or another. Fights, tears, broken furniture, and excessive day drinking have occurred both during and after a few of these sessions. Her ideas weren’t terrible in concept, but in practice, with demons and fallen angels and souls under contract, they just weren’t working. Lucifer’s attention is once again brought to the front of the room as Charlie continues.

“And yes, I understand that the past few exercises we’ve tried... haven’t exactly ended well.” Lucifer hates the sad look in her eyes as she considers her failures, but it’s gone as quickly as it arrived. “But after a lot of discussion and thinking about how and why our previous activities went so....” She pauses, looking for the right word. “Awful? Terrible? Destructive? Shitty? Depressing?” Angel adds. Vaggie glared his way but the demon wasn’t paying any attention. “Yes, thank you Angel,” Charlie says hesitantly. “So! I took those... experiences... into account while creating this one!” Lucifer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He was a huge fan of Charlie living out her dream, but he wasn’t a huge fan of having to be this close to the action. He lets out a small sigh. I can’t abandon my place as her dad again. Charlie paused for a moment to reach into a bag and hand a bundle of items to Vaggie. Small strips of paper and markers. As Vaggie started passing them out to each of them, Charlie explains. “First thing’s first, I need everyone to write their names down. Once you’ve written your name, please give your paper to Vaggie.”

Lucifer’s anxiety starts up, as it always does when he’s involved in one of his daughter’s ‘family’ activities. He just hopes whatever comes of this involves less property damage than before. He hands his paper back to Vaggie as she walks around to collect them. Giving the papers back to her partner, Vaggie continues the instructions. “You will now each receive a randomly chosen name. The name on your paper will be for your eyes and your eyes only. Do not tell anyone else the name that you got.” Charlie excitedly passes the papers back out, now folded shut. “Except for me!” she interrupts. “I’m going to make a note of who gets who for the sole purpose of understanding the effectiveness of this activity. Don’t worry, no one else will get to see!” Her smile is infectious, Lucifer just can’t help it. He always smiles when he sees his daughter this way, so full of hope and joy. Vaggie hands him a folded strip of paper. Before he can open it to see who he was assigned, Charlie speaks again.

“Now, unlike some of our previous attempts, this activity will not be done as a group.” Multiple sighs of relief are heard, and Lucifer notices that Alastor seems to relax ever so slightly. At least that’s one thing we can agree on... “However,” Charlie continues, “This will be a week-long exercise-” multiple groans again, “that will involve a prompt each morning. That prompt will be a question or instruction that each of you will respond to in a letter. The letters don’t have to be long, but must include a full response to the prompt. They don’t have to be short either, just go for whatever your honest answer is!” She’s practically bouncing up and down with excitement as she says “The recipient of what you’ll be writing for the week will be the name on the paper youve been given. You’ll have a full 24 hours to write your letters. Tomorrow you’ll hand them in to me during the morning meeting, and will then be given the next prompt. Any questions so far?”

All of them are silent for a long moment. Vaggie breaks the silence. “Here are the rules. Rule number one: You MUST be respectful. OUR version of respectful. No insults, no petty jabs. Just answer the prompt. Rule number two: No discussing who each person is writing to. I mean NO discussion. Do not ask, do not tell. If we find out that this rule is broken, the offending parties will be sitting in on Charlie’s hotel-wide group therapy sessions for a month.” Lucifer’s eyes went wide at this. Several others did as well. Group therapy wasn't an uncommon ‘punishment’ (though Charlie wont ever call it that) but the sessions are held four days out of the week and last for one to two hours at a time. And with new arrivals slowly trickling into the hotel to be redeemed, the sessions were getting larger. Lucifer tensed, thinking of the last time he was forced to participate after getting into a spat with the only sinner in the building he just couldn’t stand to be around. Lucifer was not meant for group therapy, that was for sure. The most any of them have been forced to attend for bad behavior was one week. None of them wanted a whole month.

Vaggie looked amused at the group’s reaction to this. She spoke again. “This also includes revealing yourself to the person you’re writing to. These letters are supposed to be anonymous.” Charlie speaks up. “This exercise depends on honesty and anonymity, and I have really high hopes that this one can be used by new residents learning to redeem themselves.” She pauses. “Okay. So now that we’ve gone over everything, I’m going to call each of you over to note down who you’ll be writing to. I’ll then give you a paper with today’s writing prompt and an envelope to put the letter in once you're done. Make sure to seal it! After that, bring your envelope with you for tomorrow’s meeting and I’ll mark the intended recipient on the front. At the end of our meeting you’ll get the letter addressed to you and the next writing prompt.”

All of this information takes a moment to register in Lucifer’s head, but after he’s gone over it all in his mind he’s left with a sense of pride for his daughter. Out of all of her experiments so far, this one is the first that Lucifer doesnt think would turn into an all out war. It seems... feasible. He smiles as she makes eye contact with him, clearly ecstatic with her plan. Vaggie calls each one of them over to the desk that Charlie has against the room’s far wall. One at a time, each member of the ‘family’ does as they’re told and then leaves the meeting room. Lucifer spends a moment wondering who got his slip of paper, the one with his name written on it, until he suddenly remembers that he never looked at his own intended letter recipient. With no one close enough to peer over his shoulder, Lucifer slowly opens up the folded paper to see whose name is written.

Of course. Go figure. Yeah, why not just make the next week my own little slice of Hell? I mean honestly- His thoughts are interrupted by Charlie’s voice. “Dad! It’s your turn!” He looks up and realizes he’s the last one to be called. Everyone else, save Charlie and Vaggie, have already left the room. He attempts to smile as he stands and faces his daughter, but she sees through it immediately. And it's obvious. “Come on Dad... I know who you got.” This surprises him. Was his face really that revealing? “Everyone else’s name has already been marked on my chart, so...” She smiles awkwardly. “Listen, I think this will be good for you! Please, just try your best?” Lucifer slowly walks to the desk and sighs heavily. “Anything for you, sunshine. I’ll try my hardest.” He hands the strip of paper to his daughter and she gives him the paper with the prompt and envelope in exchange. “I dont think I’ve got you on the chores schedule today, but I’m gonna be pretty busy so I probably won’t see you until dinner.” She smiles at him, that glowing warm smile that he’d missed out on for so many years. She encourages him with an “I love you, Dad. You’re gonna do great!” and gives him a thumbs up.

He leaves the room smiling, just loving being in his daughter’s presence, until he walks into the lobby and sees him. Sitting on one of the many comfy chairs, sipping black coffee out of a mug that says “Oh Deer” on the side. The asshole. The worst demon in the hotel. The piece of shit that loves to torment Lucifer to no end. The name on his strip of paper. He strides by as quickly as possible to avoid any contact. Damn it... He thinks on the way back to his side of the hotel. Why, of all people... He can’t get the vision of the neat, cursive handwriting out of his head. His mind focuses on one name and one name only.

Alastor

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[misstycloud]

How Yandere Clark would react if the reader wanted to mate with him, being her first time.

This is if reader immediately accepted him and decided to move in with him. Also if she had no negative feelings towards hybrid’s courting methods.

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“A-are you sure?” He stumbled over his words. He needed to be absolutely certain this was what you wanted. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not sure of.”

Clark winced at the thought. He would hate to bring that sort of pain to his mate.

“Clark, for the last time, yes I’m sure.” You huffed. You’d tried to convince him to mate with you which had transformed him into a nervous wreck of a bear.

“S-sorry…..I’m just anxious since I don’t want you to get hurt. Especially not by me…” his form slugged as he entered a depressed state. “It’s stupid, I know.” The round ears atop his head folded down in shame and sadness.

You crawled closer to him and stroked his back. It must’ve looked funny- a small, weak human comforting a giant bear-man like a child.

“It’s not stupid, Clark. Come here.”

The hybrid inhaled deeply as you enveloped him in a hug. Or, as you tried. The difference in size made it a little difficult. Clark loved getting hugs from you. Specifically, he loved when you would massage his ears gently while embracing him.

One of the reasons where because he could breathe in your delicious scent, and the other was because he never received physical affection from anyone before. They’d all get scared and avoid him like the plague the moment they saw his monstrous form. He understood where they were coming from, though. So he didn’t blame them. But it still hurt.

You were so sweet to him! And he loved you so much. At first, he believed he’d be leading a lonely life until he died of old age. But then out of nowhere, you showed up and brought love into his life!

He is very sensitive to everything concerning you, which of why he freaked out when you asked to mate. Sure, you two had lived together for a couple of months now and he’s accidentally seen you naked once when you’d gotten out of the shower and was changing. But even that was enough to make him profusely apologise and hide under the blankets with a flushed face.

He knew you two would one day complete the mating, though he didn’t know it’d be so soon. The truth was, he was scared. Scared of hurting you in the process of something that’s supposed to be connecting two souls and bind them into one. Deep down, it was why he was in no rush to mate with you.

What if he crushed you under his weight while doing it? Your bones, so flimsy and feeble would easily break. Or what if you died of suffocation? The possibilities were hundreds.

“Clark, my teddy bear,” he glanced up to see your kind smile. “You don’t have to worry about me, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but since this is our f-first together I don’t want it to be a bad memory….”

You chuckled, “it defiantly won’t. You’re so sweet and gentle, there’s no way you’d hurt me.”

“But what if I accidentally-“

You grabbed his shin firmly, setting his widening eyes on you.

“Listen here, Clark. You are the most wonderful, adorable and cutest bear I’ve ever met. You are so nice to every soul you meet, even when they don’t treat you the best. There is no one sweeter to me than you and I love that about you. Clark, you are always so careful around me, it’s as if I’m made out of glass. But I’m not. So stop acting like I am. I need you to fuck me and finish this mating bond or we’ll dance around like this forever, and I’m not about that. You hear me?”

By the end of your speech, the man’s entire face was red with an awestruck expression. Did you just say all that? To him no less!

God, he’s one lucky bear. Being your mate is the best thing that’s happened to him.

A goofy smile graced his features, he giggled and said with a lustful glint in his eyes, “I’ll make you regret saying that. Be prepared, ‘cause we’re not leaving this apartment for a while.”

- 🐻

Yeah so mostly it’d just turn into a comfort session. Clark loves reader so much and he’s afraid of hurting her, even if it’s by accident! Poor baby!

This bear is simply just a nervous and overthinking wreck when it comes to reader.

Don’t be fooled though. There’s a lot of stamina and lust buried under all that sweetness. He’ll still be careful though, making sure reader is alright and prioritising her pleasure above his. It’s actually his first time as well, so he isn’t entire sure how to go about things, but he’s willing to learn his mate’s body.

Before he met reader. He wanted to know a thing or two about pleasuring your mate. So he typed that in the search engine and he had no idea there’s so much you can do.

Eventually, Clark being Clark, he had to turn it off. Then he went to hide in the bathroom out of embarrassment.

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[hxhhasmysoul]

I read somewhere that said Yuji is parallel with Getou (because in an interview Gege said that both were too kind and sincere in a cruel JJK world). Do you agree?

I've spent over an hour trying to find an interview where Gege said something like that and came up with nothing, so I'd love to know at least which interview this is from, like date or publication's name, if not a link to a transcript.

I don't read Getou as particularly kind personally. His disagreement with Gojou, before they switch positions further down the line, feels quite detached and "academic".

People who follow this blog will be shocked, but I think Gojou is spot on calling out that Getou is trying to be righteous. He's wrong in his disdain for the weak, obviously, but he's not wrong about Getou.

Getou is very clearly repeating something he heard at school or from the jujutsu establishment. He has very clearly bought into their framing of that separates the sorcerers from the general population and also looks down on the normies, considers them weak.

Because this is internalised propaganda and and duty but not some deep personal conviction about the value of life or whatever, faced with reality it crumbles.

He very clearly sees himself as separate from the normies. And here it seems that his choice to protect them as a sorcerer was made after the events with Riko. It's unclear if it was the first time he'd made that choice, for example when he became a student, but it seems that he made it at that point (again?).

The jujutsu world doesn't care for the weak at all, sorcerer and normie alike, it will exploit its own weak like it did with the Star Plasma Vessels, or it will abandon them like it did with Mimiko and Nanako. And because Getou has fully embraced the otherising of non-sorcerers he turns to full blown fascism in which he wants to create a good world just for his own.

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Yuuji's convictions come from within himself. They are deeply rooted in his compassion for others, in his discomfort with the suffering of others.

And he justifies his involvement in jujutsu through there being a thing only he can do to prevent some curse related deaths.

Yaga really strongly challanges Yuuji's convictions in the scene above, he wants to drag something real out of him, something he can trust. And maybe it'll be a leap, but maybe it's because of the regrets he voices.

Regrets concerning Getou.

And it's not only about someone dying fro Yuuji. He show's this concern to the mother of the convict from the detention centre, he shows so much compassion and understanding to Junpei. He understands the gravity of killing Eso and Kechizu, he sympathises with Chousou's pain in their fight. And so on.

He even values the lives of the American soldiers that Kenjaku invited and he gets upset with Angel who acts like their lives don't matter.

Shibuya and the Culling Games haven't beaten out of him the ability to value human life. Because for him it's a true conviction, it's not a duty, not internalised propaganda.

Yuuji's convictions are so strong and true that he even affects Megumi who starts to question the propaganda he'd internalised.

He actually takes the time to consider why he saved Yuuji. He visits the mother of the guy killed in the detention centre. He asks Maki why she saves people.

He doesn't go super far with all of that, his life philosophy is very deeply ingrained in him. But he is affected because his convictions are as weak as Getou's in the beginning.

But there isn't some switch between Yuuji and Megumi in the way they approach others. As there is between Gojou and Getou.

Megumi partially infects Yuuji with the cog mentality, but Yuuji doesn't completely succumb to it and recently he's been showing more and more initiative in how he handles things.

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But the lack of similarity goes beyond just their mindsets.

They are approached completely differently by the Jujutsu Society.

Getou was valued among his peers, recognised as a special grade. Even when he defected and started committing violence against the normies he never became a priority for the jujutsu world. There was a death sentence on his head but he seemed to be perfectly capable of operating semi publicly in JJK 0. The sorcerers only take active interest in him once he comes to challenge them. Because in reality he's no threat to them, just to the normies.

Yuuji is considered a normie who consumed a dangerous cursed object. The elders don't see him as human and the sell that view to the Kyoto kids.

Which only Miwa has a problem with, the rest of them are really well indoctrinated.

Sukuna is a threat to normie and sorcerer alike so he cannot be ignored like Getou. He and his vessel need to be eliminated.

So obviously they don't share story and character arcs.

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So in conclusion, no, I don't see parallels.

If you tell me which interview that comparison supposedly comes from, I could maybe try to understand what that was about.

What Gege actually has said about Getou in one of the interviews is that they wanted it to be clear that Getou had a choice, that they didn't want it to seem like a duh that Getou hated people. That's why the conversation with Yuki is there, to show how he chooses to draw these conclusions, a conversation the fandom loves to misinterpret.

Yuuji has experienced so far a similar if not higher level of trauma than Getou at the point of his defection. Yuuji is constantly faced with such choices in the manga, choices to stop caring about the lives of others, and he never takes them.

I actually find it upsetting when people draw these parallels.

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[uptoolateart]

I have so much I want to say about Emotion. I want to analyse Marinette/Ladybug and Felix here, because this episode showed so much character progression, especially for her. In my opinion, we had a kind of Cat Blanc 2.0.

So - when Felix makes the red moon, he makes it out of anger. The moon symbolises feelings, the unconscious illuminated, while red represents his rage. He's allowed his negative emotions to take over - he is literally seeing red.

When Ladybug first battles him in the street, she sees red, too - and her costume is conveniently red. That confrontation with Argos is her facing up to her fears - her regrets - her mistakes. She really lets him have it, and I don't think it's just about him taking away the miraculous. I think she was letting out old pain related to Cat Blanc, too - emphasised by the parallel imagery between the two episodes.

Example 1 - same pose as Cat Noir when he got akumatised:

Example 2 - Ladybug on the ground, scrambling away backwards while her attacker comes for her...just like Cat did, to get away from Hawk Moth:

Example 3 - Very similar hand gestures and posturing between Argos and Cat Blanc:

There's also the fact that a moon plays such a part in the story (because the moon is emotions)...and some things I'll touch on later.

With that in mind, this was a crucial scene for Ladybug. What we can see is:

After so long being a quivering mess, in the episode just before, she finally told Adrien she loved him, without caring (too much) how he responded

At the start of 'Emotion', she lost track of Adrien's schedule and stated that she 'doesn't control Adrien' and 'he's free to do what he wants' (which is darkly ironic after we just saw the way Gabriel controlled Adrien in 'Adoration', and sets things up perfectly for Felix to try to free him)

She gatecrashes the Diamonds Dance without caring what anyone thinks (we've seen her do this in disguise before, but never as brazen as this)

Then she lets Felix have it, in the street

After this, she will tell Gabriel where he can shove his pancakes

She's come so far. Go, Marinette!

And then....

Argos threatens to wipe out the whole population if she doesn't hand over her earrings. She's been here before. Cat Blanc parallels, remember? It's her worst nightmare come true, in a form she didn't expect - and she doesn't cave.

What I love is that her Ladybug vision shows us him - not a zoomed in part of him to use, but his whole figure, like he himself is the key to solving the puzzle. She sees that anger isn't going to win this. Fear won't win this. Felix isn't 'evil' - he's hurting. She hears it in his words and his voice. Cat Blanc was hurting, too.

When he sees that she's not going to give in to his ultimatum, Argos looks thrown - panicked, even - and gives her one last chance, letting her know what's coming. 'All of Paris will be gone...are you willing to pay that price?' He screams it and looks tortured, like he really doesn't want to go through with his threat. He thought she'd give in and he could avoid this scenario, but she calls his bluff.

'You're the only one who can answer that question,' she says - then she smiles and closes her eyes. It's such an act of trust, not even looking at him as she puts her fate in his hands - like she has faith that even if he vanishes her, he'll somehow do the right thing, in the end.

Maribug pulled an Adrichat. How many times have we seen him sacrifice himself, trusting that she would bring him back? Not just as Cat Noir but even as vulnerable human Adrien. And now, she's done the same. But she put that trust in Felix, of all people - in her 'enemy'. And she does this even believing he's vanished people she loves. It's a huge act of forgiveness.

The old Ladybug would have never had such faith that things would turn out okay. She would never have trusted in the moment like that. Cat Blanc accused her of not listening to a word he was saying. She saved him by taking advantage of his feelings for her and pretending she would kiss him. In Emotion, facing off with Felix, all of Paris gone...she listens.

What she gives him is a choice, after all those years of feeling controlled. And this was key because earlier in the episode, we saw Amelie telling Nathalie, 'There's always a choice.' Throughout the season, we've also seen Chloe and Gabriel have choices between paths. It's a crucial theme to the story, and the message is clear: whatever happened in your past, it's in your hands to decide what to do about it. You're accountable for your future.

When Felix realises he screwed up and lost Marinette, all of it becomes too much for him and he makes his choice - to snap away the red moon, against his ideology, and bring everyone else back. He's conflicted but acknowledges that his mistake was letting his anger control him. We've never seen Felix akumatised. He's already in that state, even without the magic.

When we move onto Pretension, he hasn't given up his goals, but he's decided to try a different tactic, which forces our heroes to reconsider his role in the story - who's the real villain here?

What we're seeing in both Marinette and Felix is evolution as people...and it's interesting that the first episode of the season was called Evolution, like it was setting the theme.

I was so excited to see all this because we watched Marinette grow loads in the first few seasons, while Adrien was stuck. Then she got stuck after Cat Blanc, pushing him out, which forced him to find himself without leaning on her. We saw his growth, then in season 5 he's been helping her meet him on a similar page. They're now perfectly positioned to find out their secret identities. And because we have this more mature Ladybug, I think if she faced off with Cat Blanc again, she'd know the fastest solution is to listen - and to trust that he can break the akumatisation though sheer will, knowing how much she loves him.

Please no post-Revelation spoilers in the comments :)

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[oxyphara]

Major Path to Nowhere spoilers under the readmore, Shalom Interrogation thoughts and theories, got some serious theory crafting and some silly ones

Chiefff I love her so much, getting to hear her voice again is amazing, and her past is so sad!

Due to her saying: "Mark my words, you'll regret this. If you don't end me right now, you're in for a world of pain!" It leads me to believe that past Chief was provoking her on purpose, so that Shalom would be "forced" to kill her in order to remove the shackles.

About that Chief.... um, past you probably would depise that you're still alive... :(

Past Chief: *hates Shalom, hates everything, everyone, herself, shackles Shalom out of anger and desperation so Shalom would kill her*

Shalom, finally experiencing emotions again: FRIEND :) She's so amazing, able to fly under the radar, she's so great, incredible, even now she keeps her humanity(-> proceeds to call us a monster, multiple times)

SHALOM I know your experiencing emotions again in awhile so you're clearly overwhelmed but girl calm down she didn't do what she did to be nice or to help you! She probably knew nothing about that, she just wanted death... :(

Also... I know the Shalom touches the Chief (presumably on the head as seen in the first CG) Also the CG is so pretty, poor past Chief looks so depressed and broken in how she was slumped over in that chair. Yet even after that, there seems to have been a delay between that touch and Shalom being shackled..? Does this mean that the Chief shackled Shalom without touching her?? Chief is straight-jacketed. If the Chief's shackles were always hers, then it stands to reason past her would know more about it, things she possibility wouldn't want to tell anyone about. Something present her has also done, hiding information for her own protection.

Not to mention, in the prologue, the Chief also shackled Hella without meaning to... So maybe it really doesn't require touch, it's just easier to establish the connection to a Sinner's mania through touch?

On a serious note.. What happened... Past Chief seems to hate everything, everyone, and most importantly, herself. She obviously seemed to want to be dead. (Whose protection is the straightjacket for? Hmmm?) I mean, obviously a lot happened to her.

"I will never forgive, never!!" Forgive what? Did Past Chief find out something she shouldn't have about the MBCC, FAC, 9th Agency, Paradiasoes? Never forgive about being experimented on by the Underground?(In the unfurl flashbacks when taking about how the shackles were acquired from the Underground, it shows the Chief in a strange form, so it seems that she and her shackles were the og, and her shackles were presumably "defective" from the Underground Shephard's(?) .

Then due to her being presumed defective, hence a risk Paradiasoes wouldn't like, when really it was her shackles and not her personally, her shackles were replicated into the previous Chiefs of MBCC until for some reason("no other choice but her") she was forced to become Chief. Perhaps the shackles being implanted into her, and possibly the experiments done on her to replicate it so other people could wield them. Perhaps she found out about the secret MBCC lab(possibly the lab the replication experiments happened) that Suspect R destroyed in the prologue which is shown behind her actually. It's all very curious, and all of those could be a factor. It required the Chief credentials to access, so it's possible that the Chief found out about it, and hence Suspect R somehow? (To me due to Suspect R's closeness with Chief and how initially she wanted to take Chief with her in the prologue, it makes me feel like Past Chief and Suspect R were in cahoots until the plan fell apart? Perhaps to get back at the world, since Suspect-R seems motivated by the administrations failures, and also Suspect-R expresses disgust by the shackles, perhaps Past Chief shared a similar view on the shackles and the exploitation(replication) of her powers, hence one of the reasons she wanted death to prevent this? )

It's all so interesting and curious. It's hard to craft theories with so little info since a lot of it isn't certain, and what info we were given spawns even more questions...

Anywho, serious theory crafting over, silly theory crafting next:

Second of all,

I love how this implies that the Chief was given a haircut BEFORE being shoved into the reconstruction pod. The Chief's hair is indeed longer in the past!

Lmfaooo, who do you think gave her a haircut and why?

I vote Nightingale 😂

Nightingale: Chief, with all the operations you've been on, your hair gets so messy because it's so long. Instead of complaining about it, let me fix that for you :)

Past Chief, probably traumatized by experimentation: NO

Nightingale: *>:(*

Later:

Reconstruction Researcher: We're about to place her in the pod.

Nightingale, scissors in hand: ONE MOMENT-

Later:

Adela: If you ever need a haircut, please, stop on by.

Present Chief: I'll consider it :)

Nightingale: You've got to be kidding me...

Lmfao, remember the whole "Midnight Barber" meme audio, Nightingale is the Midnight(ingale) Barber

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