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Hey there favorite writer

Would you be able to write something about reader and Joel having a baby together and falling in love all out of order? They’re not in an established relationship but had a one time thing and reader got pregnant. She wants to keep the baby because she feels safe in Jackson and Joel agrees to help her raise it, cuz it takes two to tango LOL. He starts falling for her during her pregnancy and she falls for him when the baby is born and she sees what a good father he is to their baby.

I’m sorry if this is a weird request I just thought it would be cool LOL

AN | Oh, but this turned out to be soft 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"I'm pregnant."

The words crashed around him like a ton of bricks. Joel thought he might pass out. You looked just as distraught as he felt.

This couldn't be happening. Fuck. This was the absolute last thing he wanted to happen. It was supposed to be a one night, one time type of thing.

And now it suddenly became a much bigger thing. A potentially forever thing.

"What?" was all he could think to ask, causing you to roll your eyes in frustration.

"I'm pregnant," you repeated sharply, causing him to recoil slightly. You ran a hand through your hair, angry tears welling up, "we have sex one time and I'm fucking pregnant. It feels like some kind of horrible joke."

“Are you-”

“Don’t even fucking bother to ask if it is yours,” you glowered at him and Joel immediately regretting his decision to even ask the question. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him, even if he wished you were, “you’re the only one I’ve slept with in a long time. So yes, it’s yours.”

“Okay,” he nodded, still attempting to process everything. His mind was both blank and filled with a million thoughts all at once, “okay.”

“Look,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and tried to keep the tears from welling up and spilling over, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I never thought this would happen. I never wanted this. And I’m so fucking sorry. But this is…the unfortunate reality.”

“I know,” he wished he could find something more comforting to say. He wished he could hug and tell you that everything was going to be alright but the truth was that he didn’t know if it would be okay. He was scared, “what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted after a few moments of tense silence, “I don’t know. I wish I did…I thought this would be such an easy choice.”

“But it’s not,” he stated as you nodded slightly.

“It’s not,” you confirmed, “I don’t even…I just figured you deserved to know, I-I guess. I don’t know; I’m just confused right now.”

“You didn’t get into this situation by yourself,” he hesitantly reached over and gave your shoulder a squeeze, “whatever you want to do, I’ll - I’ll do my best to be there for you and support you.”

“Yeah?” the way you looked at him with those teary eyes made his heart constrict. He could see how utterly scared you were.

“Yes,” he promised as managed to muster up a small smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

“Thanks,” you took a step off his porch and turned away, letting out a quiet, shaky sigh, “I’ll see you around. I’ll let you know what I decide to do.”

“Okay,” his voice cracked as he watched you go and disappear into the softly falling snow. He was half tempted to call you back and have you come in and sit in front of the fire and figure it all out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Once you disappeared, he slowly closed the door and turned around, only to find Ellie on the stairs, her expression incredulous, “holy shit.”

“Holy shit,” he agreed. He had fucked up. Seriously, seriously fucked up.

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It was a couple of weeks before you saw Joel. Or rather before you allowed yourself to face him again. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Joel, it was easier to put the reality of the situation to the back of your mind when he wasn’t around. But you also were well aware of the fact that you couldn’t ignore the situation for much longer; you were going to have to make a decision sooner rather than later.

And that’s how you finally managed to find your way back to him. He looked deep in thought when you found him coming back from patrol rounds with Tommy. His expression stiffened for a moment before he said something to his brother. The younger Miller held up his hand in a meek little wave and headed off; you cringed internally when you realized that he knew exactly what was going on.

“Hey,” you offered him a tightlipped smile as he nodded in response, “do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Of course,” he knew what was coming, had been expecting it now and was curious to know what you had decided. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at his eyes, and instead focused on the buildings behind him, “what’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about all of this,” you gestured vaguely towards your stomach, “and I, I ugh, made a decision.”

“Oh?” he couldn’t help but feel nervous; he couldn’t even fathom what you were feeling.

“I want to keep it - the baby,” you almost whispered it and nervously allowed yourself to glance at his face. His silence sent you in a dizzying spiral, “I just…I don’t know. I just think that… I don’t know if I’ve ever really thought about a kid, especially in this world, but if there’s any time or place in this world to do it, I think it would be here. And I just…I don’t want to get rid of it. I keep thinking about it, am I making the right decision but…I keep going back to yes.”

Joel took it in what you said and it sent him down his own path of worries and fears. He thought about Sarah, about how he’d never even thought about another child, about you. It was overwhelming all at once and he stood there, staring at you. You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up, “Joel? Say something…please. Anything.”

“I’m sorry,” he caught himself and shook his head, trying to snap back into reality, “I told you, whatever decision you made, I would support you. It’s not just…your kid. So…whatever you need or want just let me know. Anything, okay?”

“Okay,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “thank you, Joel. Listen…I, umm, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?’ he asked softly as you shrugged lightly, “you realize there’s nothing to be sorry for, right?”

“I guess it’s just everything,” you brushed at your cheeks, wiping away the few tears that had pearled up, “I know we’re not…anything. But I’m glad you’re…you. Not many people would be doing what you are. You’re a good guy, Joel and I appreciate that.”

“It’s only what’s right,” he cleared his throat, staring at his feet. It’d been a long time since someone had told him that, “you didn’t get…pregnant by yourself.”

It’d been the first time he’d said that word out loud. He still had this weird feeling that if he didn’t say that world out loud, somehow it wouldn’t happen. But no, no. This was happening; you were here and pregnant with his child.

“Right,” you nodded shyly, “well, I guess I’ll let you get back to whatever you need to do. We still have time to figure all of this out. I’ll see you around?”

“See you around,” he whispered, watching you go with a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

Well. All of this left him with a lot to think about too. He was going to be a father again; he had no idea how he’d do. Sure, he’d been a single dad when it came to Sarah, and now he had Ellie. But a baby? That was a totally different story. He just had to hope that it would come naturally again, and that you’d be willing to do this with him. Whatever happened he knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy road.

But as he looked down the road and spotted Ellie laughing with Dina, he realized that the best things in life weren’t always easy.

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The next few months went by faster than you’d liked. At the moment it seemed like every day took forever, but they rushed by so quickly. At first it hadn’t seemed so bad but as you grew bigger and rounder, reality continued to set in. You were having a baby.

It was Joel that found you as you tended to one of the gardens. You were sitting on the ground, sprawled out as best as you could, soaking up the sunshine that had finally come after the long winter. His heart ached at the sight and he felt an odd sensation run through his body, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Hey,” you looked up and smiled at the sound of his voice; it had been a while since he’d seen such a big and genuine smile on your face, “how’s it going?”

“Hi Joel,” you moved to stand up - a feat that was becoming harder and harder with each passing day - but he shook his head, “what’s up?”

He crouched down on his knees and started to help you without a moment of hesitation or being asked. It made your heart pitter-patter happily, “I’ve been thinking about…things.”

“Things,” you repeated as you fell into work next to him, “what kind of things?”

“All sorts of things,” you smiled to yourself when you heard his twang come out, “one thing was…that I thought maybe you could…umm, maybe move in with me and Ellie. It’s just, we have the space and that way you’d have your own space instead of sharing-”

“I have one roommate,” you answered softly, “with you, I’d have two. So, that’s not really much of a selling point.”

Joel huffed and you couldn’t help but smile; your friendship often consisted of this sort of banter, “I…well, it’s a bigger space away. And it might just be better if we were around each other, you know, in case anything happens. We’d have each other. And then…you know, once the - the baby comes it might be good to be in the same space. It’s just a thought…something to think about maybe.”

“What about Ellie?”

“She’d kick me out if it meant you moved in,” he chuckled fondly, “I think she might like you more than me. She’s…she’s excited to have a brother or sister.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from making any sound; the fact that he and Ellie had such a good relationship gave you hope that somehow all of this would work out, “oh. Oh.”

“Like I said, it’s just a thought,” you stopped what you were doing and looking at him, overwhelmed with a rush of affection towards the man, “so, yeah.”

“It’s definitely something to think about,” you agreed, unable to stop yourself from imagining a life where you had him around you everyday. Where you had your own little family with Joel, and Ellie, and the baby. But you quickly caught yourself, “thank you, Joel. That’s very kind of you to offer.”

“Of course,” his hand brushed over yours, “and if you need anything, you’ll let me know?”

“I will,” you promised, and stopped suddenly when you felt a sharp jab in your ribs, “ouch.”

“What’s wrong?” Joel’s eyes widened as he looked you over to make sure you were okay, “is it…?”

“The baby’s moving,” you explained as his face grew into a combination of excitement and nerves, “kicking me and this is one feeling I’ll never get used to.”

“Painful?”

“In a way but it’s more weird than anything,” before thinking too much about it, you took his hand and put it on your belly, right where you had felt the kicks. There was a moment of stillness and you worried that he wouldn’t be able to feel it but then you felt it again. Joel sucked in his breath as he felt the small movements under his hand. It had been another lifetime ago since he’d gotten to feel that, “they like you, Joel. They only started moving once you showed up.”

“It’s…” he didn’t even know how to put all of this into words. You, his friend, the woman he’d had a one stand with to get some pent up frustration, was pregnant with his child. And he currently felt that child moving around. Life that he had helped to create. These days he was still wrestling with a lot of feelings and emotions he thought he’d buried or moved past, but as he sat there next to you with his hand on your belly, everything made so much sense, “it’s amazing.”

“It kind of is, isn’t it?” you laughed softly, amazed to be in his situation, “what do you think it’s going to be?”

You hadn’t really thought about it much and part of you wasn’t exactly sure that you should have asked him. He seemed to be in deep thought for a few moments before he looked at with a soft expression on his face, “a girl.”

“A girl,” he answered confidently, “it’s just a feeling.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” you grinned, “you got a fifty-fifty chance of being right, so your odds aren’t terrible!”

“Not terrible,” he playfully scoffed, “I’m going to be right, you just wait and see.”

You were grinning at each other like fools, only interrupted with the sound of people approaching. That seemed to snap both of you out of your trance.

“I should go,” he whispered as he stood back up and dusted himself off, “see you?”

“See you,” you promised, watching him walk away. As that old saying went, you hated to see him go but liked to see him leave. You weren’t quite sure where to place your feelings, but an odd, warm sensation had bubbled up in your chest.

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You wrestled with the decision of whether or not to move in with Ellie and Joel for a few days. Deep down, you knew that it really hadn’t been a question at all. Your answer had been yes from the moment he’d asked. But you, silly, silly you, still didn’t want to seem too eager. He’d gotten you pregnant, there really wasn’t any reason to be shy.

He - and a very eager Ellie - had helped you to move into the spare bedroom in their house. It really hadn’t taken much, but the community had already banded together to help you get just about everything you’d need for the baby. It wasn’t much longer until the baby was here and you were slowly growing more nervous everyday.

You were thankful to have Joel around; he made you feel safe and protected and you just…liked him. You’d always liked him, and now it felt like the more you got to know him, the more you liked him. At first you worried that it was only because of your funky hormones and the situation in general, but you knew that it really wasn’t that. It was because you genuinely liked him, enjoyed his company and…everything.

It felt odd to be developing feelings for him since you’d already done the whole ‘sleeping together and getting knocked up’ thing. The attraction had always been there, it had always been mutual, but now it felt like things were developing on a deeper level, blossoming and blooming.

You were slowly becoming more and more sure of your feelings for him, and you thought, maybe foolishly, that he might just feel the same.

But you never got the opportunity to ask him or try and read any further into it.

The night you thought you might do so, you were in the kitchen and making dinner when your water broke. Ellie had been just as shocked as you, but it was Joel that kept a calm head. Maybe it was the practice or experience or just his nature, but he managed to keep you from completely panicking and falling apart.

He’d gotten you to the hospital that had been built back up in Jackson and from then on, everything happened so fast. People really weren’t kidding when they said it all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Before you knew it, it was over and you had your baby in your arms. A girl, just like Joel had predicted. He couldn’t even hide the smile on his face if he tried. You hadn’t come up with any names and decided that Joel would name her. It didn’t take long for him to come with it - Violet. You thought it suited her perfectly…and he somehow then it was your favorite flower. You’d mentioned it once in passing, and had forgotten about it, but it had stuck with Joel.

He was nervous at first - so, so nervous - about meeting her and holding her, but he quickly forgot all of that. From the moment he held her, he was in love with her and it was so clear to see. It made your heart warm and happy. Surely, this wasn’t an ideal situation and you’d really gone about things backwards, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

“I always wanted a family,” Ellie whispered to Joel as she held her new sister, thinking you were asleep. Joel made a small sound before he kissed the side of her head, “and now I’ve one.”

That’s when it hit you - you were a family.

Maybe not everything was figured out or said just yet, but you’d get there. All in your own time.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 17

1. You do not talk about the Speakeasy in the basement 2. You DO NOT TALK about the Speakeasy in the basement

Those are two of the three cardinal rules of Eden’s Twilight both as a VIP customer and as an employee. The rest are more suggestions or requests that are fairly malleable depending on the night and the patron.

Andrew himself had broken the latter half of ‘Don’t be a dick or try anything with your dick on the club premises’ multiple times with Roland and then he’d broken it even further and with more vigor with Neil.

Roland had tried to bill them for the furniture in the break room and Andrew had been more than happy to use some of the blackmail he’d been holding onto to make it go away despite Neil’s repeated attempts to try and pay for it. “It’s my fault Andrew, I asked you to lay me there.” And “Allison didn’t warn me that it could stain fabric, she said it transferred really easily onto skin.” Had been waved away as Roland was happy to have those particular bits of blackmail out of play.

That being said Roland had come in despite the clear ‘occupied’ signs on the door and interrupted some of Andrew’s finest work a few weeks ago (His from? Excellent. His pacing? Excellent. His angle? Excellent. The noises Neil had been making? Perfection.)

Roland still couldn’t look at Neil without his eyes wandering where they shouldn’t so Andrew had a guest pass for the speakeasy waiting for him at the bar to make up for that wandering eye.

Which meant that he could take FF down to the speakeasy tonight. He was sure that FF would pass muster and be able to come without a pass after the night, he was just the kind of guy that they liked to have down there.

It would all be so simple if it weren’t for the third cardinal rule of Eden’s Twilight.

3. Nicky Hemmick is not allowed to know about the Speakeasy.

When Nicky had worked at Eden’s he’d been popular but he’d also talked about all sorts of secrets. He spilled tea like Aaron had spilled drinks.

So the club had done what it had to do in order to protect the incredibly select and private feature of their club:

They lied about what was down there and then they committed to that lie.

So the day came and Nicky was looking at the door with a guard next to it, “Where does that go?” He asked.

“It’s an exclusive club for straight swingers to meet and swap.” The lie rolls off of Roland’s tongue like the truth.

Nicky made a disgusted face. “Straight people.” He said shaking his head and then Roland swiftly made some purchases to sell his lie and offered the guard Frank an additional $5 an hour if he was willing to change his uniform.

Nicky Hemmick has never gone near the door since then and it is considered a success for the record books by all of the staff and VIPs in the know.

Which is why Andrew had needed a plan to pry Nicky off of FF for the night.

Nicky and FF had spent the entire time at Sweeties elbowing one another and laughing (well Nicky laughed and FF tolerated all of Nicky’s jokes and implications stoically), Nicky had been sticking with FF like he was one of the various flecks of glitter that stuck to FF after the freshman had slept in Nicky’s bed.

Before he’d gotten FF dressed up Nicky had made a solemn oath, “You and me Smithy, we’ll dance the night away!” Nicky had exclaimed.

“I’m good thanks.” FF said, “You know what will happen if I dance.” He says and Nicky grimaces as if remembering something painful. He wonders if FF just isn’t a good dancer or if the consequences of someone bumping into him were as painful as they were when someone bumped into Andrew on the dance floor.

“Well, then you and me will just have to spend the entire night chatting in the booth Smithy!” Nicky had smiled as if he wasn’t fucking up Andrew’s plans to take FF down to the speakeasy where they could sit without the headache inducing music that Nicky, Aaron, and even Kevin (he claims Stockholm syndrome) claim to love.

So, Andrew had needed to find a way to get Nicky to a state where he would be compelled to dance and leave FF alone for the night.

There are exactly three sure-fire ways to get Nicky Hemmick to become a slave to the dance floor.

1. You have to play his favorite music and Andrew doesn’t know if there’s enough blackmail in the world to get Roland to force a DJ to play nothing but Nicki Minaj’s Super Bass, Gasoline by Daddy Yankee, or Usher’s DJ’s Got Us Fallin’ In Love (his three current obsessions) on a loop for the entire night. (Bust)

2. You are Erik Klose and you want to dance. This option was unlikely due to Erik currently (as far as Andrew knew) being in Germany. (Bust)

3. Nicky has taken some party drugs. (Feasible)

So, Andrew may have been the one that had reminded both his brother and Nicky about Cracker Dust on their way to the car. Neil shoots him a look he ignores because Andrew hasn’t really pushed or mentioned Cracker Dust in almost a year.

It was something that they had all gotten off of for various reasons the year prior.

Neil had never started, Andrew had his deal with Neil, Kevin wanted to cut back on the substances he was abusing and he was not going to be giving up alcohol anytime soon, Aaron had needed a squeaky clean image for the trial, and Nicky had given it up in solidarity.

Aaron had been bemoaning that he had forgotten to get any the last four times they had gone to Eden’s so, really, Andrew was just being a thoughtful brother when he’d reminded his cousin.

So when they park the Maserati and head into the club it is no shock that after the first round of drinks (Neil & FF both had bottled waters) Nicky whips out the sandwich baggy he had gotten from FF and hands Aaron his share.

In a turn of good luck a bass heavy remix of Flo Rida’s Club Can’t Handle Me started playing and the only thing Nicky did was squeal, kiss FF’s cheek, and drag Aaron out onto the dance floor.

And then there were three.

***

FF had NOT been able to figure out where the hell the bathrooms were.

It might be due to the fact that his stomach is trying to stage a revolt against him but he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to read English. There are no other languages around for him to see if this illiteracy has spread to other languages.

He wonders it he brought out his katakana flashcards if the lines would blur or if his brain would be so filled with the unrelenting desire to go to the bathroom that his Professor would wonder how he ever got full marks on his midterm.

Maybe clubs didn’t have signs that pointed to the bathroom? Was he supposed to go up and ask that bartender that Andrew kept going to? Was it like a gas station where he had to ask for keys?

Oh god Captain Neil just asked him something.

When the hell did Nicky lea-

Oh Dj’s Got Us Falling In Love is playing. Nicky is definitely on the dance floor. FF has yet to escape Nicky grinding on him whenever this song happens to come on the radio he is sure that someone right now out on the dance floor is suffering the same fate that he has 3-4 times a week.

He wonders if Nicky will call Erik like he usually does when it comes on outside of the club.

At least it’s super hard to hear in this club if Nicky takes a seat next to him and starts gushing to Erik in German.

Oh god Captain Neil just asked him something and he just remembered that this would be the second time Captain Neil has asked him something.

If there was one weakness in FF’s foreign language arsenal it is that he has a hard time processing language when surrounded by loud sounds. If he knows what language they’re talking in he can sometimes get by on reading lips (does that count as another language? Probably not) but Captain Neil speaks like four languages fluently and his Spanish is getting better and better every-

Oh god Captain Neil and Andrew just asked him something and he still hasn’t answered the other two times.

“I can’t hear you!” He calls out and hopes they can at least understand HIM.

Andrew rolls his eyes and bumps Captain Neil’s shoulder with his own. He sees Andrew whisper something to Captain Neil before pointing somewhere in the distance.

They had noticed his obvious plight and were going to show him to the bathroom!

That was nice.

Maybe Nicky had asked them before his songs came on.

Andrew and Captain Neil are out of the booth and Andrew juts his chin off in a certain direction. FF does NOT need to be told twice, he’s more than happy to follow Andrew to the bathroom like some pre-schooler following their mom. These are desperate times.

So Andrew and Captain Neil guide him across the dance floor and…sure enough Nicky is grinding on some other guy who looks like he’s in heaven and he thinks he can see Aaron’s pale arms flying uncoordinatedly all over the place somewhere in the middle distance.

FF finds himself with Captain Neil and Andrew in a hallway. There’s a guard in front of the door with a bizarre pineapple shirt (why are they all upside down?) on but FF hadn’t even dressed himself tonight so he really shouldn’t judge.

“Minyard, Josten, and one guest.” He can hear Andrew say now that they’re away from the loud thrum of the music.

How fancy is this bathroom?

The man looks at Andrew, Captain Neil, and then FF. There is a visible head-to-toe inspection when he hits FF and whatever the man sees must past muster.

“Acceptable. You know the rules.”

Rules?

Wash your hands?

Don’t piss on the floor?

Let staff know if the urinal is low on ice?

FF hoped the rules would be posted in easy to understand pictures because his ability to read the English language was still heavily hampered at the moment.

Why is the handle to the door an upside pineapple too? Did someone install it wrong? Also Eden’s does not give off a very tropical vibe so why would they pick that?

The door opens and-

Oh.

Those are stairs.

Oh.

Andrew’s taking him to the basement.

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day 22: True Monsters, Spiritual Possession, Sexual Exhaustion

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| PAIRING(s): monster!Joel Miller x soulmate!f!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 2.2k | CONTENT: it's Joel Miller as a humanoid monster beast creature with a massive cock idk what you want me to say, creative liberties with anatomy and bodily fluids, they're soulmates because I wrote this so of course they are, monster!Joel can talk a little but it wouldn't kill him to watch a few episodes of Reading Rainbow or do some alphabet flash cards tbh, one curious use of an aquifer as a metaphor | SYNOPSIS: You encounter a frightening beast in the forest after getting separated from your group. Instead of killing you, he spares your life - the first of many surprises from this mysterious creature.

The prick of his maw grazed your collarbone, breaths coming so frantic it was hard to keep from ballooning into the death trap of his jaw altogether. Perhaps it would just be easier to give in. Let yourself be ravaged by this man beast and succumb to the darkness it offered. You lie caged in his form, waiting as he evaluated his prey. Looking for the weakest point of flesh to rend with his incisor. Watching with delight at the flickering pulse he was soon to take from you.

But seconds ticked by and turned into minutes, and still nothing. Just the rancid humidity of his breath flowering over your trembling face and body.

“Just do it already,” you whisper, hoarse and resigned and too tired to fight anymore.

A horrid, strained sound crawled from his throat. It dawned on you he was attempting to speak. “Want. Close. To you.”

You blink a few times, frozen in shock. “Y-You want…to be close with me?”

The man beast grunted something like an affirmation, and it was then you noticed the beady insistence of his eyes. There was something almost human there. Almost.

“What do you want from me?” you shudder.

The man beast made an aggravated noise. I just told you what I wanted.

“But w-what does that mean? Close?”

He seemed calmer now, more understanding. As if it was everyday you found yourself conversing with a humanoid creature large and powerful enough to rip you clean in half. “You say. You tell what close. I go with you.”

You shake your head against the rough rubble beneath your head where he has you pinned against the ground. Had he tackled you to keep you from running further? Had he not wanted to catch you to kill you like you’d assumed when you were running as fast as your feet would carry you? Was this all some strange misunderstanding?

“You want me to decide? What close means? How close I want to get?”

Again, that strangled noise of communication, this time an affirmation – or at least you think so. In all honesty, you wanted as much space between you and this hulking man creature as possible. His body was a rippled mass of musculature and strength that spoke to the devastation he could cause if he wanted to. And yet, something in his eyes, in his softened movements as jittery as they were, called to the deepest parts of you to tend to him.

“Can you– I want to get up,” you say with a great deal of mustered courage.

“You run again.” His vocalizations were becoming smoother, more sure. Maybe it had just been a long time since he’d spoken to someone else? You wonder who he’d learned from and where they were now, what had become of prior human companions.

“I won’t,” you promise. “Besides, you’d just run me down again. You’re faster than me.”

This point seems to clear away any misgivings he had about retreating from crowding you against the ground. “Don’t want you to run.” Somehow he sounded sad beneath the gravel of his timbre.

“I ran because you scared me.” You prop yourself up enough to scoot back against the wall of the alcove he’d dragged you into.

His eyes lock onto yours and burn something truthful. “Don’t want to scare.”

It was this tentative olive branch between you that led to the next few days of one another’s company. If your group hadn’t found you yet, there was little hope that they would at all. So, you spent quiet nights together, eating whatever the man beast hunted and brought back for you. The weak fires you were able to light paled in comparison to the warmth of curling against him.

He’d stayed true to his word of not wanting to frighten you. As the weeks went by, you could sense in his movements that he was attempting to display an understanding of your hesitancies to get close to him. You could feel his form practically melt into yours when you finally gave into the magnetic pull each night and meshed your bodies together.

The first time you were intimate was entirely your doing. Watching the pacified creature sleep next to you, moonlight illuminating the breadth of him, you reached a hand to explore. He was so warm and firm and solid. You used the opportunity to unabashedly stare and ogle. So much of him was beastly creature, but so much of him conveyed man.

You weren’t sure if he’d once been human and had somehow managed to cling onto sparse remnants of it all this time or if this is just how he'd always been. His speech had improved greatly over the past week in particular, but there was still a limit to what could be communicated.

Your hand drifted lower, cheeks tingling with heat as you skimmed between his hindlegs. You’d seen it, of course. He wasn’t clothed, never had been. But he much preferred walking about on all fours than upright most of the time, and you weren’t afforded many direct, uninterrupted views. Thankfully not the case now.

Much like the rest of him, it was impressive and a bit daunting. Thick, veined, and imposing, it rested gently against his thigh. He made a small sound in his sleep when you tried to take it into your hand. You couldn’t wrap around the whole of it, and it sent something hot and electric down your spine, a liquid flame of arousal that had you more awake than you’d been since he first caught you. He stirred at your motions, grunting and trembling breaths as he watched you curiously with half-lidded eyes.

“Feels good,” he slurs through sleep thickened vocal cords. “You make me feel so good.” The way he says it implies he means more than just in this moment – you always make me feel good.

Something otherworldly seems to take hold of you at this admission. Like something had finally shifted and locked into place. It feels right to give him that blanket of repose. It feels right to be here with him now like this, the furnace of his body listing closer to yours as if drawn by some invisible force.

“What if we…..?” You trail off, distracted by that almost human stirring in his eyes as he holds your gaze with an intensity that neither challenges nor frightens you. “What if we wanted to make each other feel good?”

He considers you quietly for a moment and slowly reaches a clawed pad of a hand to your face, advancing with a touch of eagerness when you don’t shy away. “It’s all I want to do.”

You lack the substantial breadth and heat of his indomitable form, but your skin feels alight all the same. You nod, an encouragement for him to proceed. The grit of his touch summons a wave of goosebumps over your body, a low gasp catching in your throat. It’s this sound that plumes into the surrounding air and wrenches it over you both like a weighted shroud. The world feels smaller, nonexistent except for the space you share.

“It’s all I want you to do,” you choke out.

The moonlight flashes against the ivories of his lethal jaw when his lip pulls back in a heated snarl. The tongue that had refined his speech over these past few weeks now wields itself into a binary slip against the column of your neck. There may as well be branding marks left in its wake, and you shiver at the combined sensation of being immersed in flame and frost all at once.

You pull at the wrap enclosure of your attire, mere scraps of what had once clothed you from the elements in what felt like a lifetime ago, and let it fall open to the wayside. An almost pained keening sound of appreciation vibrates through his chest, and his eyes cloud into that void of black, betraying any notion that this was merely man and not entirely beast.

The forked appendage slithers in separate directions, curling to meet in a spiral around your peaked nipple. You grab at his forearms and tug at the tussock of hair that first meets your grasp – anything to keep you from springing heavenward at the staggering and blinding paroxysmal bliss. His mouth drips with a viscous want onto your skin as he flicks and squeezes his tongue across your chest.

“Please,” you exhale. You gently push his head further down, and he growls at your anxious need for him to give you more.

“Pretty,” he grunts. “Pretty for me like this.”

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, almost sounding on the verge of weeping at the sentiment and significance of whatever has been growing between you and now blossoms in the fertile soil of an infinite springtime.

You clench around nothing when you see the swell of blood that has fattened his cock while he was exploring you. It would be an unnerving consideration if you weren’t sure this was a predetermination of meeting, two souls binding into one. The silent communication and understanding passing between the two of you makes you wonder if you too will lose your speech over time – the practice of words lost to the redundancy of vocalizing to a being who has come to comprehend every thought and feeling you possess.

But for now you aren’t mute, a cry of pleasure spilling out as he sweeps his tongue inside your drenched hole. The tendrils of muscle dance on the ridged, spongey shape inside you. The spot begins to warm under his motions, a heat siphoning from his tongue as a rock awash in sunlight. A surreptitious and soft febrility that coaxes a release from you without any sort of warning. You erupt a cascade of fluid, an aquifer skillfully unearthed by his articulations.

He slurps and suckles at it with a voracious grizzle that rumbles from the recess of his barrel chest, whining when every last bead of it has been lapped up. He crouches above you, his imposing girth slapping against your mound. The entirety of it seeps a syrupy dribble, the warmed honey sensation dripping between your folds. He positions himself at your core and trembles at the anticipation of finally becoming fused to you.

You reach a hand between your legs and guide his bulky tip to the lip of your entrance.The balmy salve of his secretion draws a sigh from your mouth, and he whimpers as he licks into it. You clutch the span of his neck and shoulders as he eases inside of you.

The besoothing purl was not so great that it eased all the sting and pinch of accommodating him. Your breath catches when he slips far enough to nudge the mouth of your womb. You let out a sharp hiss when he pushes further, filling as much of you as he can. He groans when he reaches the terminal of your core. “Filled with me.” He says it in a heaving breath like he’s staked his claim.

“E-everywhere,” you blubber. “I feel you everywhere.”

“Feel you everywhere,” he echoes in a shared sentiment.

“I need you,” you choke out, wriggling your hips just enough to further the blissfully punishing effort of taking him. You whine at the involuntary spasm of your cunt swallowing and obliging the heft of him.

He groans at your deference, at the gentle surrender of yourself to him. “Mine,” he growls and rocks into you for the first time in earnest. It punches the air from your lungs, and you hold onto him tighter.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” you repeat as he ruts into you. His cadence stutters and becomes haphazard in its drive to mark you as his his his. You can feel each pulse of blood through his veiny cock as it rubs the velvet confines of your core. Your skin glistens with the strain of seating the bulk of it. Every curve and dip and slope of him dragged against your walls. Each drive pushed you closer and closer to another freefall. With one harsh drive of his cockhead against your cervix, your eyes flash wide open in a jolt.

The choking clench of your climax suspends his thrusts, walls locking down and ensnaring his length where it cleaves you in two. A euphoric sob escapes you as tears cloud your vision and you ride out your high. His own release comes quickly after yours with a cacophonous baying wail tearing through the still night.

The flood of him inside you curls and crests until it is met with no other place to go but out of your sticky, drooling hole. It rushes in a stream onto the ground, puddling around you with the missed droplets of your earlier outpouring. He cages you under his body like a precious gift to hide from the world and snivels in your ear.

You wrap an arm around him where you can and gently stroke the coarse scruff of his nape. “Ssshhh, I’m right here,” you soothe. You can sense his desperation, the need to maintain the intimacy of the moment. “We’ll stay just like this for a while, okay?”

He sighs and curls you into him, for comfort or safekeeping or maybe both. “Stay together. Mine.”

“Yes. I’m yours.”

He licks mindlessly at your neck to lull himself, and his chest slowly falls into a peaceful rhythm. You drift off long before he fully softens inside you.

This is my first True Monster smut fic imo, and I just have to say I think I get it guys lmao. I get to make him have magical dick juice? I'M IN. ~*~~*~WORLD BUILDING IS SO ENRICHING AND REWARDING FOR THE CREATIVE MIND~*~~*~*.

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mingkist · 1 year

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[8:45PM] Wooyoung is a liar. So is Mingi. So is San, Yeosang, and Yunho apparently. To sum it all up your friends were all filthy liars who likes to make your life a little more 'exciting' as they say it.

"For the last time," you say sternly. "I am not going to propose to someone just for us to get free dinner." And then, frustratingly, you remind them what they'd told you earlier this afternoon. "You five said it'll be on you this time."

"Well that was before we remembered that we're all 'engaged'," Wooyoung says. "I literally got 'engaged' to San last week, they won't believe us."

"And you think that me going up to a stranger, then asking for their hand in marriage will magically pay for our dinner?" You retorted.

"I mean it worked before," Mingi mumbles, "I got engaged to Tzuyu, and they even gave us a balloon."

You blink at him. "Who's Tzuyu?"

"This girl I proposed to for free dinner," he shrugs. "Girls will always say yes when you're as handsome as I am."

"Or Tzuyu is just a really nice person who likes to help people scam restaurants," you snickered under your breath. "I'm still not going to go up to a total stranger and propose to them, that's just stupid. Why can't I propose to Yeosang or Yunho?"

"Because we're engaged," Yunho answered with a bright grin, he lifts his left hand up and scrunched his nose. "I accidentally ate our ring."

By ring, Yunho means ring pop, of course.

At the look on your face, San smiles reassuringly. "You’ll be fine,” he mumbles first, reaching into his pocket. “That guy looks our age." He then adds, handing over a velvet box that contained your ‘engagement’ ring. "Go ask him."

And with a final shove, you got up onto your feet, taking in a deep breath as you approached a table where three men around you and your friend's age were sat.

"Hi," you say first, smiling —albeit awkwardly. You lowered your voice once the three gave you their full undivided attention. "Would you mind doing me a super quick favour?"

"What is it?" A man with tiny hands and split dyed hair sets his utensils down.

"This restaurant does this thing where if you get engaged you'll get dinner on the house," you explain. "And I was wondering if one of you could get 'engaged' to me?"

The man brow's furrows, his attention turning to his friend with platinum blond hair and the other who looked more than just amused. "What do you think, Hwa?"

Before 'hwa' could answer, the other man chirps in. "What's in it for us?"

"You could also get free dinner?" That was a lie, or a half truth, you didn't know. There was a chance they could also get free dinner but you weren't sure. "I think?"

"You think?" The man chortles, and the man with the tiny hands warns him off with a stern 'Jongho, behave.' He then turns to Hwa, watching him as Hwa observes you. "How about you propose to Seonghwa and in return he gets your number?"

Your eyes narrows at Jongho, was he being for real?

But . . . It’s just a small price to pay, for free dinner you guessed. "So—" You turn to 'Seonghwa' (at least he was cute). "— my number for a little white lie?"

Seonghwa nods, and stands up. For a split second the two of you looked at each other without so much as a word, unsure of what the other is doing. And when his eyes shifts to your hand, and the tiny velvet box in it, he reaches for it. He gestures towards his seat. "Sit."

And when you're doing what Hwa’s told you to, the man with the tiny hand asks you for your name —full name. You tell him yours and he tells you his in return. "Nice to meet you, Hongjoong."

"You too."

In front of you, Seonghwa gets down on one knees, eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. From the side of your eyes, you spot your friends —Wooyoung to be specific, holding his phone up as he lets out a loud cackle at the scene before him.

Seonghwa says your full name with as much affection he could muster. "Within the last five years (minutes, he means) I've known you, I've felt nothing but love for you." He pauses dramatically, opening up the box and you play into your role by gasping, a hand delicately placed on your chest in surprise. "Will you do me the honor in letting me be your husband?"

You choke out a fake sob. "Yes!"

Seonghwa returns the hug when you quite literally throw yourself into his arms. You then made quick work in thanking the three once more, adding your number into Seonghwa's contacts before leaving with another thank you.

Once you were finally out of ear shot, Hongjoong turns to Seonghwa with a mischievous look. "So when’s the wedding?"

Seonghwa turns to the side sheepishly, his cheek turning the slightest tinge of pink. "Shut up."

half way through writing this i decided that i hated it, but oh welllllll

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mist-see · 1 year

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I don’t wish you well. 3

Yandere reader x Neytiri x Jake sully

Italics= English

Summary: you explain your actions to moat and Neytiri, but the great tsahik sees right though you.

⚠️Warning⚠️:mention of killing jake, cursing, obsessive reader

Inspiration from darling I don’t wish you well, by Brent:

Neytiri hisses, turning her body fully towards you, her lips coming above her teeth. “Excuse me?!” Immediately you come off defensive, nose flaring as you release a harsh breath, getting hit with the slight possessiveness towards the man. You just couldn’t see what she saw! “Um- what’s happening-“ “shut up!” The both of you yelled to the man. “Yes-yes ma’am’s, uhm.”

He clears his throat, pressing his lips together as he watches, moat brow bone raising from the increase of volume. “I don’t trust him. At. All.” This time it was you who bared your teeth, one of your four fingers shooting up to shamelessly, harshly point at the demon that stood far from you.

Your friend was quick to slap your hand down with a huff. She didn’t understand why you were so harsh with him, why you couldn’t stand being around him nor the sight of him as he was already here for 2 and a half months. She understood it at first, him being an outsider, someone she was forced to teach their ways, she understood your frustration. But she was over it. She has moved forward so why can’t you?

“You will explain yourself y/n!” She spoke to you as if she was the oldest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset. Clenching your jaw, you harshly inhaled and released your breath, attempting to calm yourself before speaking.

“He came from nowhere, he smelt like the bottom of a Palulukan pool where their shit and piss float down to the bottom, he was dressed in those disgusting clothing, and he was obviously with someone, or else why would he be there!” Your voice started as calm as you could muster, but by the end, all of your anger and possession came right back.

Why was he here? Rang in Neytiris's head. Well obviously because he wanted to become like them, to become one of the people.

No, but why was he here?

The younger girl shoots a look over at the dream walker, the male already looking at her with a lost look on his face. Why were he and his people here? What are their motives?

Maybe you had a point.

You didn’t know it but you were close to her, pupils no longer large in awe, but small like you were hunting. Jake took a cautious step, he knows you’d never hurt your friend, but he didn’t know you. Moat just watched you two argue, knowing that this was the best way to let it out, knowing that this would be the best way to understand each other, to finally communicate.

This was the time to let the truth speak.

You were there for a reason, to kill him. Now you're here and all of that adrenaline was coming back. Neytiri was at a loss for words, her never seeing you so angry, to the point you raised your voice at her. You were always so patient with her, so quiet, and gentle. Never like this. Never this… overly protective, almost possessive.

Before the younger girl could utter another word, you spoke again, but this time your voice was normal, smooth, and gentle like it was earlier that day. “I was going to kill him, yes. But you cannot blame me for not trusting him around you. I was only going to do it if he tried something.” It was like a switch, as if you didn’t show her another side of you. You were back to you.

A lie, or at least not the full truth. Moat squints her eyes at you, that unnerving feeling in her stomach coming again as she watches you lie so easily to her daughter. But her daughter just released a defeated sigh, her eyes never leaving yours as she began to believe your words. It made the Tsahik wonder how long you’ve been manipulating her daughter like this.

“You are very capable of handling yourself if something happens. But Neytiri when I’m here you wouldn’t even have to.” You almost forgot about the male in the room until he awkwardly clears his throat.

“Fine… explain your reasoning faster next time.” Neytiris's voice was softer, but her eyes were still hard on you, as of she was telling you she’ll never forget.

“Okay, enough.” The Tsahik calls out, making the two of you break your eye contact, and swirl your head to the older lady. “get out”

“Wait what?”

“Mother.”

“I will not repeat myself.”

Her daughter and Jake looks at Moat, confusion not only on their face but also yours. Neytiri didn’t let her mother repeat herself, knowing how hard her pinches were and rushed to Jake to pull him down the stairs, you try to follow, not wanting him alone with her for too long, but you get a warning hiss from the elder, making you stop.

“Did I tell you to leave?”

Well, she didn’t. Breathing in deeply, you turn on the heels of your feet and face the woman before you. “Tsahik?” You asked. What could she want with you, alone?

“I will ignore the manipulation and obsession you have with my daughter. Because I know you mean well. And I can use that to my advantage. I and my husband will use that to our advantage, to protect our daughter.” Her voice was strict as she spoke as if she was your mother warning you about your actions, but settling it with a slap on the wrist.

Call you immature, a sociopath who didn’t care what people thought of you, who didn’t care what anyone else’s thought unless they were Neytiri herself. but you truly didn’t care what people saw you as when it came to Neytiri. A protector, a big sister, her best friend, or someone who is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

So when you look up to Moat with those big dead eyes, no light in them but the reflection of the fire, you knew you were caught. You knew your protective older sister facade was no longer needed when it came down to moat truly seeing what you were, who you are.

She saw you for you.

Someone willing to harm for the only daughter she had. And she couldn’t do much about it, no, you wouldn’t allow it. Even if she were to kick you out of the clan. What offense did you really make? After all, you didn’t exactly go through with your plan. And Who would protect Neytiri the way that you did? Who would keep her from being a danger to herself? No one but you. You were her protector, she was forced to deal with you.

She couldn’t lose another daughter, no she wouldn’t let that happen.

But there had to be rules, ground rules to keep her daughter from hurting.

“Rule one, you will not kill our clan members for your selfish reasoning.” Your ears twitched at this, lips coming up to a scowl. “That thing out there is not a part of our clan. He is an outsider who doesn’t belong. And you know this, so what do you truly wish to say.” You had to be bold to talk to the one who interprets Eywa like this, a true dummy who had no respect for elders, no, one of the two leaders of your clan.

But the elder saw your attitude coming, your words not even making her blink as she walks up to you, slowly with a straight spine. “You are right.” She could not lie, after all the people never did. “We do not know him. But he is trying y/n. He is trying to become one of us. And you killing that young man, you killing him will hurt my daughter, and that is where I draw the line. So I will repeat myself… you will not kill anyone in this clan because of your obsessive thoughts. Understood?”

And that’s when you remembered, that time, A day after Sylwanins funeral had passed, when you knew you had to protect Neytiri from the dangers of the colonizers, you promised her one thing.

“I will protect you, I will always be there when you need me Neytiri.” The both of you stared at each other with glassy eyes, you crying from watching her cry. “Don’t promise something you cannot keep…” her voice was so weak, it cracked only after a few words. You wished that there was a way that you could convince her, but you were only a child, grief feeling like a protective blanket from showing her how serious you were.

But you could only promise.

“Neytiri you have no idea how much you mean to me… I promise on my life-“ “ do not say such a thing!-“ she cuts you off, only for you to cut her off with a hug that could crush her. “Neytiri I swear to the great goddess above us, that I will protect you, to be there for you, to never hurt you, unless I absolutely have to, to protect you.” She didn’t know what you meant back then, but you kept your promise, and you plan to keep doing so until your last breath.

“Yes, Tsahik… I understand.”

“Good. Rule two, You will not speak of the conversations that will be held between me and you until the time is right, understood?”

“Yes Tsahik, I understand.”

“Sit.” She pointed to the cushions that sat around the fire pit, eyes moving away from you to take her seat the opposite of you. With a breath releasing from your nose, you follow her directions, taking a seat on the other side of the fire.

“And last but not least… you will not question the way of Eywa ever again. Do you understand me, child?”You come into her home and question the ways of keeping the young man alive, you should be punished for such behavior. But you will not. It was a warning. She took your words as an insult to her ways. After all her ways are Eywa's ways. “If I say he lives, he lives.” As simple as that.

Her voice was no longer a mother who was softly scolding her child, no, this was a threat, she was dead serious. You felt yourself almost smirk at this, Moat being the scariest woman in the clan, threatening you was an honor.

“Of course Tsahik. Never again.” You place your bow beside your crossed legs, back slouching just slightly as you never took your eyes off her.

“Yes, of course.” She narrows her eyes at you as she mocks your words. The way you were so nonchalant almost made her crack, it was truly annoying.

“What you, my daughter, and Jake sully saw today was something that hasn’t happened in nearly a century.” You nodded along. “I have a hunch on what it might mean… but only the great one truly knows what she’s doing. With that being said, I will figure this out for you.” You raised your invisible brow, confusion taking over your features. “Can you not tell me what you know so far?”

“Not until I know the truth, the whole truth. For now, I want you to find Jake Sully and my daughter, and apologize to the man you were meant to kill.” You froze in your spot, your nonchalant attitude pausing as your yellow eyes widened. “Why would I apologize to that 5 fingered freak?” Oh, how you didn’t know how much those words meant in the future.

“Your attitude, apologies for your attitude. You don’t know how long he should be staying, you don’t want to be on bad terms when he finds out you were going to kill him, do we?” Your jaw clenches, the condescending tone coming from the wiser woman not making you better. “Fine.”

“And you better do it, because I always know if someone doesn’t keep their promises.”

“Oh trust me, I’m good with promises. something tells me that our… guest, is very forgiving.” your tone was very bitter at the end.

“Go now, child. Complete your duty.” As she waves you off, she stands up to get her herbs, readying herself for her communication with Eywa. You slowly stood from the tree trunk, bow gripped in your hand.

As you were about to leave, you come to a realization. “And if I were right… if he does betray us, what then?”

“Then my child, then you have my consent to kill him.”

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punks-never-die205 · 4 months

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Passing Fascination

Fem Reader x Yandere!Eustass Kid

CW: kidnapping, yandere Eustass Kid, violence, dubious consent, imprisonment, abuse, swearing, sex, group sex, dark content kids I am not messing around with this ♥

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Chapter 5: Consent

Kid backs off, going over and grabbing a chair before seating himself nearly in the middle of the room. You stay almost pressed against the bookshelf as he moves, watching him with a mix of curiosity and fear.

“It’s your idea, so do the work.” He says. A grin splits across his lips, but you can see his earlier irritation in his eyes. “Strip yourself.”

Your mind shorts for a second before a confused, half-mumbled what falls from your lips.

“Strip yourself, little mouse. You think this will fix it all, so fine. Let’s do it. But I’m not gonna hear any fucking shit about forcing you, so you’re gonna do it.” He clarifies, and you can feel a cold knot in the pit of your stomach.

“If… if I don’t?” You question nervously, stepping away from the books a bit.

“… Then nothing changes.” He answers, crossing an ankle over his knee and leaning back. “You’re gonna keep expecting it. And maybe I give you less space, or more. Maybe we see what the rest of the crew will do to you if they think I won’t find out.”

You feel your body heat at the implication. “They’re… they’re too loyal to-.”

“Oh they’re loyal alright,” Kid interrupts. “Won’t lie if I ask ‘em, but if you ain’t mine, little mouse, then who the fuck are you on this ship?”

Your legs nearly buckle at the statement. It was a truth you were certainly aware of before now, but hearing it so clearly made your blood run cold. You needed to keep yourself together - as healthy and as capable as possible.

The chance to escape would present itself. What was important was to not break or be broken before then. He wouldn’t break you if you loved him, wouldn’t break you if he loved you. Deception left a sour taste on the tip of your tongue, but it would be a savory flavor indeed, if you could win your freedom with it.

Right now there’s no need to hide your hesitation, the deceit will have to come in slowly. You take a moment, breathing in slowly and letting it out slower, trying to get your roiling stomach to calm down.

Taking a few more steps away from the bookcase you stand before him, and start to take your clothes off. There’s no little show, no shy smile you can muster, your fingers shake as you pull your shirt off, and the air seems uncomfortably cold.

You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him as you pull your pants off. You weren’t fully dressed today, since you’d intended to stay in and read, so you were only taking off the pajamas you’d had on. Enough clothing to eat breakfast and vanish.

Kid shifts, putting his hands behind his head. “Now me.”

You flinch, looking up at him in surprise and a little confusion.

“You want it?” He repeats, spreading his legs open. “Come get it.” He slouches a little in the chair. “Don’t have to strip me bare, little mouse, just gotta free up whatcha need.”

Part of you wants to protest. Most of you wants to protest. You don’t want this, not in the truest sense, but things need to change. Something has to give, and you’re not going to gain any trust or leeway if you’re skittering away from him and everyone else.

If you want to escape, you have to give in. Play along. Obey.

You walk over to him, eyes on the floor for the most part, until you’re standing between his legs. You shift your gaze to his crotch and start to undo his belts. There’s no sound but the soft clink of the belts coming undone.

You can feel his eyes on you, but it’s hard to say if he’s disappointed or amused without looking up at him.

You’re surprised to see he’s not fully erect when you get the pants out of the way. You really expected this loud brash bastard was an always on kind of guy.

Maybe he really - you shake the thought away. The guilt was going to break you. No sense in worrying about the feelings of the guy who kidnapped you. Best to just focus on the task at hand.

You reach down and grab his cock, pulling it free and stroking it with your hands. Both hands. Gods and demons this thing is massive and he’s not even fully hard.

Bending at the waist you leaned down and tentatively licked the tip. Clean, a little salty, he smelled a little of oil and metal, but that could be from his arm. All that mattered to you right now was that he didn’t stink, and he didn’t expect you to ride a filthy dick.

You did what you could, licking the tip, sucking on it as your hands worked his shaft, running your tongue down his length to lubricate your hands. You weren’t being strictly clinical, but you weren’t trying to feign enjoyment.

Just something a little more like neutrality. Acceptance, even if there wasn’t much emotion in it.

“You’re so small I wonder if you can even fit me in your mouth.” Kid muses, moving your hair aside enough to watch you for a moment.

“I’m not sure I can fit you anywhere.” You admit, words mumbled against his cock. You can feel it twitch against your lips before he has you step back.

“Only one way to find out.” He pats his leg. “Put your leg up here and get yourself wet before you climb up.”

You do as he says, putting a hand in his offered hand to help keep yourself balanced as you put your other hand to work. The way he watches, without saying anything, has an effect on you whether you want to admit it or not.

You could almost imagine his lips against your neck, hands on your breasts, helping you as you prepared to take that monster twitching in anticipation between his thighs. His desire for you rolled off him without apology, but despite the situation it wasn’t oily or slimy. It didn’t disgust you and that truth was worrisome.

Once you were wet, he helped you come up onto his lap. One hand on his chest to steady yourself, the other wrapped around his shaft, lining him up with your entrance. Shifting your hips the tip of his slips away, instead of slipping in. You flinch from the sensation and try again, holding him in place longer until you can feel an uncomfortable sting.

You’re not sure how you’re going to ride this beast, when you can barely handle the tip. Once it’s in a little you keep a hold of him, trying to slowly shift yourself down further. If you can get half of him in you can hopefully get him off and get this torment over with.

The stretching sensation stings so much that you don’t know if you’ll be able to even do that much.

“That’s not gonna cut it, little mouse.” Kid grumbles, lifting your hips up and ending your struggle to get him in. “Guess your fingers just aren’t enough.”

His rough finger slips over your clit, before pushing into you easily. You can’t stifle the gasp as you grab onto his shoulders and lean against him as his finger goes deeper than yours could.

“Cute,” he huffs, pumping the single finger for a moment before pushing in a second one. The stretch makes your fingers clench and you suck in a breath, letting out a hot shuddering gasp against his chest.

You’d had sex before but his two fingers were making you feel like this was your first time. It didn’t hurt, the stretch was sweet and the dull ache made you needy. Your hips moved to help him without your meaning to, and the sharp sting from earlier was already fading.

You could feel the chuckle in Kid’s chest just before he started scissoring his fingers inside you. The sloppy wet sound was embarrassing enough, but you had to bite your lip to keep the moan from escaping you.

“Aww, don’t hold back like that.” He pouts. His metal hand grabs your hair, pulling you back and holding you in place. His thumb slips between your labia, and begins teasing your clit as his fingers curl inside you.

Your hands clamp over your mouth as your eyes go wide and you nearly cry out into your fingers. The rush of pleasure is almost painful. It's so sudden, but just before you think you’re going to lose yourself in the euphoria he lets you go, pulling his hand out and away from you.

“Now you can try again.” He says, eager grin on his lips.

You can feel his hot breath against your neck as you line him up again and begin to sink down once more. The discomfort from before wasn’t nearly as sharp, and you could feel a dull ache as his tip sinks into you, stretching you a little more than his fingers had. You’re a lot wetter now too, and manage to work more of him in much faster.

“Fuck mouse,” he husks, hands gripping the sides of the chair. “You’re - shit - tight.”

“You’re the brute with the dragon dick,” you grouch, finally glancing at him as his thick cock slides in a little deeper. You grab onto his shirt as you spread your legs open wider, taking in more of him.

You’re trying to sink down slow enough to stop when he inevitably bottoms you out. You’ve heard the brothel ladies complain about how it hurts. Despite your fears, you only feel a strange sensation as he fills more of you. It doesn’t seem possible for you to be able to fit something that’s almost the size of your own arm inside your pussy, but as you can’t go any lower, you realize the truth of it.

“I knew it.” Kid murmurs, tipping your face up with a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes are watering a little, you’ve never felt so full, and it feels so good you don’t even want to move. “Don’t just sit there, little mouse.” He admonishes, a truly delighted grin on his face.

“I… I can’t.” You’re nearly panting, caught between the sweet pleasure and frustrated that it is both sweet and pleasurable. “I feel like… like I’m gonna cum if I -.”

“Then cum.” He interjects, grabbing your wrists and holding your hands away from your face. “Cum against my cock. I’m not gonna punish you for it.” He leans forward, lips by your ear. “But I want to hear you.”

The shiver that ran through you caused you to clench against him, making embarrassment run through you hotly. You couldn’t keep looking at him, and shifted your gaze away as you began to move.

Using the leverage provided by Kid, with your hands in his, you leaned toward him just a little, grinding your clit against his pubes as you rode him. It didn’t take long for the combined stimulation to cause your breath to come out heavy. You knew his eyes were all over you, but you kept looking at his stomach, focusing on chasing your own high.

You sped up a little as you got closer, breath falling from your lips. Soft moans escaped you as his dick sent jolts through you, hitting places deep inside no one had ever reached. You couldn’t predict it, and decided not to fight it. Right now it was best to lose yourself a little to the pleasure.

“Close?” He hums and you nod. “Gonna need help?”

You shake your head at first, body and breath shivering with the flooding pleasure. Your head shake turns into a nod as the orgasm starts to crest and you can already feel your limbs beginning to betray you.

Kid grips your ass, helping you keep your pace. His metal hand isn’t cold like you expect, but there’s a rush of pleasure from his hands on your body that rushes the orgasm. Broken and hissed swears tumble down your chest as he helps you through the orgasm.

The pleasure rattles your senses, spots dance in your vision, and you can feel sweat slick your skin as your muscles tense from your toes to your shoulders. Kid doesn’t relent until you’re collapsed against his chest, legs dangling on either side of his thighs. Your breathing is hot, panting against him. Every twitch you can’t control shivers against the rock-hard cock buried in you, and each sensation from that seems determined to push you over the edge again.

Everything’s still for a moment, and then Kid starts to move your hips again. You suck in a breath, grabbing onto his collar. You can’t hook your feet against his legs for any sort of leverage, every time he shifts you deep the sensation jolts down your legs.

“Wa-Wait!” You cry, words clipped off in a hiss as your sensitive clit grinds against him. “Please! Please, it’s too- too much!”

“I haven’t cum yet, little mouse.” He hums, and you look up at him as pleasure jolts up your back. “That’s the whole reason you wanted to do this, right?”

You open and close your mouth a few times, too addled and hazy to think clearly. Kid grins and everything in your world stops.

“Don’t tell me you thought teasing me would make things better?” He questions and you nearly sob.

Caught between riding the edge of a second orgasm or leaving Eustass Kid of all people frustrated. After you walked yourself into this mess there wasn’t much else you could do. If you were worried he’d just randomly grab you and bend you over where ever he wanted to before now, it would certainly be worse if you left him hanging like this.

“… Please… continue.” You insist, shifting your hips as much as you can, body shivering with every ungodly jolt his cock sent through you, damnable thing seeming to hit every spot at once.

Kid’s hands moved your hips easily, and his pace was almost gentle as he moved you in long steady strokes. All you could do was hold onto his shirt, panting into his chest, nearly growling the second time he brought you to orgasm.

After that he laid you out on the bed, holding onto your ankles as he continued to take you. You kept expecting him to just pound you practically through the bed, but he didn’t seem inclined to do so. He was huge, so a certain level of rough was unavoidable, but it was… tender.

You put an arm over your eyes, the intensity of his gaze was too much and, in this position, you couldn’t hide your face in his chest. Your other hand clutched the covers as your body shivered and twitched with every thrust. There was no escaping the pleasure, and he seemed intent on making sure it was all that you felt.

The third orgasm brought tears to your eyes, and you sobbed swears as your body tensed and jerked, almost immovable in his hands. Your hair was plastered to your neck and face, sweat practically pooling at your throat and stomach. Your ankles were rubbing raw, as the sweat on you both was causing you to chafe in Kid’s hand.

Exhaustion soaked your limbs, and you couldn’t hope to move any of them when Kid pulled out, and let go of your legs. The feeling of being empty was almost overwhelming for a moment, but you rolled onto your side, expecting him to move you into another position.

Instead, he lifts you into his arms, cradling you as he walks toward the bathroom. As worn out and hazy as you are, you’re almost certain he hasn’t cum so far. Just you.

“Kid, I can-.” You start, as he shifts you enough to open the door to the bathroom.

“Can it, little mouse,” he interrupts, setting you down before he starts to fill the bath. “Let me clean you up and you can grab some rest before dinner.”

“But I-.” You can feel panic rising up inside you, this wasn’t the outcome you were hoping for.

“Mouse.” He nearly snaps the word, looking over his shoulder and glaring at you for a second before turning back to his work. “You’re not some toy for me to break.”

The two of you were silent after that. Kid cleaned you up, washed your hair even, and dried you off. By then you’d effectively rested enough to put on your clothes on your own, and you laid down for a nap you admittedly needed.

His frustration was evident. Caged, controlled, and not being laid at your feet, but evident. You weren’t sure what the issue was, what you needed to do different next time, but the concern was keeping you from dozing off completely.

“-- I won’t force my way into your pants.” He gives you a toothy grin. “It’s no good if you’re not begging me for it.”

“Tch,” he grumbles, going back to his work. “I don’t want you broken. If all I wanted was a fuck toy I’da cut your legs off before you woke up and you’d be covered in cum and spit right now.”

Understanding hits you like a cold lead weight in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t look at him, unless you had to. You didn’t say his name. Didn’t beg, or plead, or say anything to him directly. You didn’t even tell him how good he was making you feel.

Even if he had finished, the tense ending would’ve been unchanged.

#Passing Fascination #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid #yandere #dark content #dead dove do not eat #x reader #reader insert

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One Year

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It's March 27th, 1987. And it's been one year. One year since Steve carried Eddie out of the Upside Down. Steddie | T | light angst + tooth-rotting fluff My two cents into the whole Death Day trend because… nope. Canon? I don't know her.

Eddie finds Steve in the kitchen that morning, staring at the calendar on the wall. He seems lost in thought, doesn't hear Eddie come in, even jumps a little when Eddie approaches and wraps his arms around his waist, but immediately relaxes the next moment, melting back against his chest.

"Morning, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs in his boyfriend's ear, presses a soft kiss to the side of his neck, the spot he knows is just sensitive enough for Steve to let out a quiet chuckle, but not so much as to squirm away. "Penny for your thoughts?" He asks, leaning over Steve's shoulder so he can meet his eyes when Steve turns his head towards him. There's something unreadable in his gaze, a heaviness Eddie hasn't seen in a while.

"You know what today is?" Steve asks, and Eddie follows his gaze when he looks back at the calendar.

"Oh." Of course, he recognizes the date. How could he not. "Shit."

"Yeah." Steve rests his own arms over Eddie's around his waist, squeezes gently with his fingers, rubs a thumb against his skin. He's quiet for a long moment, before adding, his voice strained, "You almost died. A year ago today."

"Hey. Hey, no no no, fuck that, Stevie." Eddie tugs on Steve's elbow to turn him around in his arms, presses into him so close there's not a hair of space between them. Drops his head to Steve's shoulder and just breathes for a moment, breathes in the scent that's become comfort and love and home to him. Tries to compose himself, because one of them has to, because there's no way they are both breaking down over this and end up crying together on the kitchen floor.

Been there, done that. Not today.

So when he lifts his head again to look at Steve, it's with the biggest grin he could muster, and maybe Steve can tell he's faking it, but that's not the point.

"Fuck that ”, he repeats, more forcefully. “You know what today really is? Practically, my second birthday. I got a second chance at life." He captures Steve's lips in a soft, brief kiss, and maybe his grin isn't so fake anymore when he pulls back to add, "A better one, too."

"Better? You can't be serious." Steve frowns, eyes darting downwards. Eddie feels his fingers running along his side. Tracing the exact shape of that biggest, angriest scar through the T-shirt. He knows its shape by heart, Eddie realizes. Fuck, he loves this man.

"Oh, absolutely." He tilts his head back so he can see Steve's face properly without going cross-eyed. "If that means I got the love of my life for all my troubles? I wouldn't have done anything different, if given the chance."

Steve glances away, biting his lip, cheeks tinted pink, and Eddie absolutely revels in it, amazed at how he can keep telling Steve he loves him every damn day, and still sometimes get the same reaction out of it as the first time he confessed.

"You know you didn't actually have to get nearly eaten by demobats to get a chance with me, right?" Steve lifts a hand to push a strand of hair back behind Eddie's ear, cups his jaw gently. Right over another scar, usually covered by his hair. "I was half gone on you anyway, you damn flirt."

"You don't know that." Eddie shakes his head, more serious now, because he needs Steve to understand. "What if the bats got Dustin instead? Can you seriously tell me you, not the you right now, but the you from a year ago, wouldn't have resented me for not protecting him back then?"

Steve falls silent for a long moment, then sighs. "You're right. I don't know," he admits.

Eddie nods. "Exactly." He's glad that Steve doesn't try to lie about this. With all the jokes about them co-parenting the kid, Eddie knows how even actual, lifelong marriages fall apart after the death of a child. The bitter truth is, if something happened to Dustin that night, any chance at what him and Steve didn't themselves even know was blooming between them back then would have been gone in an instant. A fact Eddie needed Steve to acknowledge; but he doesn't want to dwell on this any longer.

"Actually." He smiles, lifting Steve's chin with his fingers to meet his eyes again. "Considering today is when we first kissed, maybe we should make it our unofficial anniversary."

Steve rolls his eyes. "I didn't kiss you, I gave you CPR, dumbass."

Eddie gasps dramatically. "How is that less romantic? You literally breathed life back into me, baby."

"You're an idiot," Steve shakes his head, but he's finally smiling, full and bright, eyes shining, and that eggs Eddie on.

"You could almost say... I took your breath away?"

“Oh my god,” Steve drops his head briefly, and Eddie can see his shoulders shake with silent laughter. “Stop.” He halfheartedly pokes Eddie in the ribs.

“And you made my heart beat faster.”

“Like, from actually zero to barely normal?!” Steve squawks, poking him harder, repeatedly, forcing Eddie to finally wriggle away, giggling.

But he lingers close, and the next moment Steve is in his space again, big, warm hands bracketing his head, pulling him in and kissing him, hard, pushing forward so intently Eddie has to back up against the kitchen counter. Eddie just lets him take, and bite, and suck on his lips until the sudden desperation slowly eases into his usual gentleness, one hand sliding down to rest at Eddie’s hip, thumb slipping under his shirt to rub tiny circles into his skin.

Steve can laugh at him all he wants; in the end, every kiss of his is a little bit like CPR, because Eddie never feels more alive than when Steve’s lips are on his. He wonders if there’ll ever be a time when Steve’s mouth won’t make his knees wobble within mere minutes, his skin tingle and his brain turn into mush. Forget stomach butterflies; his whole body is a swarm of buzzing bees.

They finally part to breathe, but Steve doesn’t pull away immediately; he never does, and it’s almost Eddie’s favorite part every single time, the way Steve seems to struggle with ending the kiss, instead placing soft pecks onto Eddie’s lips between shared breaths, rubbing their noses together with a lazy, sated grin, eventually resting their foreheads together for a few moments.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, when the power to speak, and think somewhat coherently, finally returns to him.

Steve smiles at him. “I love you.” Another soft kiss against his chin. “I’m glad you’re alive.” Another, to the scar on his jaw. Then, the smile widens as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “Happy second birthday? Sorry I didn’t get you a cake.”

Eddie laughs, happiness bubbling inside him with every word.

“That’s cool. I didn’t get you anything for our unofficial anniversary, either.” He tilts his head, thinking. “But I do want that cake now, actually. Grocery run?”

Steve chuckles and shrugs. “Yeah, why the hell not. Should I radio Dustin?”

"Duh," Eddie snorts. "If the brat finds out we had cake without him? We might have survived demobats, but that will be the end of us both."

"Agreed," Steve says. "Let me just finish my coffee and we’ll go."

Eddie whoops with joy, smacks a loud, wet kiss on Steve's cheek that he knows Steve's not gonna wipe away, and skips towards the stairs to get changed. It can't be denied that this day, a year ago, was probably the worst day of his life. But he’s alive. All his friends are alive. He has an actual boyfriend who loves him, what the fuck. And there’s no guarantee tonight one of them won’t wake up in cold sweat from another nightmare, but for now? Today is going to be awesome.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfic #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic #we don't care for volume 2 ending in this house #i was supposed to be writing something else but. y'all being sad and mopey forced my hand

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 months

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A/N: Just a small idea I had while the power was out this morning and thought I would try to write a little something. Please let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading it you do

Warnings: Regardless of content 18+ only please! Angst

After the shooting of Sheriff Peterkin Rafe goes to the one person who has always been there for him.

It was just after two in the morning when she looked at her clock after the first raps were heard on her door. Groggily she stepped one foot after the other as she got out of bed trudging down the small hallway to the front door, the knocking getting more frantic as she neared.

“Baby, open up, it's me,” she heard the muffled voice of Rafe on the other side.

His voice alone was enough to snap her awake. Her fingers worked quickly on all the locks having done the same thing dozens of times now.

As soon as the door swung open he was in her arms clutching on to her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive. She didn't know it at the time but she was. Maybe if she had known things would have played out differently.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Her voice was soft, sweet as honey.

He held on to her tighter, his face nuzzled into her chest muffling his soft sobs. She ran her hands up and down his back soothing the pain just enough. She waited patiently for him, allowing him to take whatever comfort he needed from her now. She was always so patient with him.

After about ten minutes he finally found the strength to pull away but not look at her, he couldn't look at her. Her soft eyes would only give him false hope that everything would be okay and he knew nothing would after that day.

She grabbed his hand not minding at all how tightly he held on to her and led him to her bedroom. “It's okay,” she promised, “you don't have to tell me now. We'll sleep on it and you'll feel better in the morning.”

He nodded, following her lead as she slipped under the covers making sure to pull them over the two of them as they settled in. She could smell the alcohol on him mixed with the weed and didn't want to think what else he had consumed before coming over as he pulled her close to his chest tucking his chin on her shoulder.

He waited until she fell asleep, her chest rising and falling at a peaceful pace. “I did something bad,” he whispered out into the darkness. “Something really really bad.” Half of him hoped she heard him while the other half prayed she didn't.

“Hmm?” She woke slightly, her eyelids heavy as she looked at him. “Did you say something?”

He swallowed the bile creeping up in his throat and gave her a small smile, enough to ease any worry she may have. “No, it's just the wind. Go back to sleep now.” It pained him to bury the truth deep within him and muster up that lie.

As much as he wanted to, Rafe couldn't tell her anything. And fuck did he desperately want to tell her. He was as selfish as they come, wanting to pour his heart out right then and there knowing she would comfort him, take care of him, and help him in any way she could because somehow she saw some glimmer of light in his darkness, some good where no one else could see it.

However instead he used the sliver of good to fight his demons. He wouldn't let them win. Not this time, not with her. She was far too good to get drug under the current with him.

So he laid there a few more hours holding her as she slept, taking in his last moments with her. The woman he loved more than anything in the world who for some reason loved his sorry ass back. Then he carefully slipped out of bed and out the door leaving nothing but a note with a simple it's over, vowing to himself to never see her again.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron fic

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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tinderbox of a heart

osferth x reader

summary: the warrior monk attempts to comfort you after your father's death.

warnings; vague mentions of prostitution, child neglect.

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Beocca was not your real father. No, your real father had sold you off to a brothel when you were 13. When you were 15, you had manage to escape one night to a place you knew would show more mercy to you than a whore house

A church.

When he found you, his brain told him to send you off to a nunnery as soon as possible. But as his heart grew fonder of you, he decided make a plea to the king to legalize you as his daughter.

The familiar faces in your life then gree each day. The most you knew of was Osferth, being a monk who was often associating with Beocca.

You could not say you two were close, as he was very shy, but when he did talk to you, he was always kind.

After Uhtred returns with the news of his death, he took it on himself to take care of you.

The plan originally was to have you stay with either Hilde in Aethelflaed's estate, but you assume he has a change in heart as you now find yourself with young Uhtred and his other men.

You wonder what the warrior got himself into as you all found yourself on the run from the king's guard with the princess Aelfwynn.

You feel young Uhtred's eyes in you as you sit alone in the corner by the waterfall. It was no news that you've seem to isolate yourself more since the death of your father.

The man who'd given you life was gone, so now you take what the world gives you, but it doesn't feel much like living anymore.

Hearing footsteps approach, you look up half expecting the worried young Uhtred's face. But instead you were met with the familiar face of the old friend who's also a stranger to you.

He stared at you in silence before you raised a brow at him. His trance broke and he shook his head slightly.

"Are you alright?" The question constantly brought your way by everyone.

You answer with the practiced lie you've always prepared yourself with. "Yes."

When he nods and purses his lips, you turn to look back at the running water in front of you.

You feel him move down to sit next to you and flinches as his arm nudges you.

When you turn to him, he has drinking water in his hand pointed at you. You accept his offer and tip the water in your mouth.

You manage to muster a thankful smile at him as you pass it back, and he reciprocates it with a gentle one.

Falling back into silence, he is once again the first to break it. "He was a good man." Your eyes meets his and you knew who he was talking about. "A good priest." He finished.

Your face turns into a frown. "He was more than just a priest. He was my father." You notice how his own expression turns remorseful as your voice breaks.

His arms were quick to pull you into his chest before you could argue. And in truth, you were too tired to argue. So you let yourself cry in his arms, a safe haven for the moment.

"He was." His voice low. "He was your father."

That night he laid next to you as you sheltered yourselves in the forest. No one dared crack a joke about it as they slept soundly through the night.

Despite the warm fire and soundless state, you could not close your eyes. The moon was staring right down at you, so you stared back.

You slowly tried sitting up without making a sound. Somehow failing as the baby monk beside you startled awake, eyes wide and quick to search for you.

He lets out a relieved sigh at your safe and sleepy state.

"[name]-" He breathed out. "Why're you still awake? Your eyes looks like they're about to fall off." He asks, sitting up next to you.

You offer a small smile and shook your head. "My eyes are sleepy, but my brain does not rest." You whisper.

He nods understandingly before eyes widening and reaching for his small bag.

"I forgot- I um, kept this," He states, voice slightly shaky as his hand reaches out to you, holding a small box.

You look at him confused. "What is it?."

"A tinderbox" He reply shortly.

You let out a sudden snort laugh and immediately slaps a hand on your mouth as he does with his own to stop himself from bursting out.

You shake your head still stifling a giggle. His laugh has receded as his hand moves to remove yours from your face.

His eyes brighten at your smile and you fight the urge to look away.

You blinked and look down at the box.

"What um- what i meant was, I know it's a tinderbox, but what's in it?" You explain.

He shrugs and motion at you to open it.

You comply, feeling your smile slowly fading as you take in the cross necklace in the box.

A cross you recognized so well.

You feel a lump on your throat and your heart turns heavy.

It was Beocca's. You hold back yout tears and brave yourself to face him. "Thank you, Osferth. This means a lot to me." You spoke softly.

He smiles and nods at you.

"How'd you get it anyway?" You inquired.

"Uhtred, manage to take it from him, before we ran. He wanted to bury it at first but I told him you deserved to keep it, he made me fight a bear for it."

You snorted like a pig and shook your head grinning. "No he didn't."

His smiles widens as he beams at you. "No, he didn't."

"You know," You started as you pull the necklace around your neck. "-I was never really that religious, I just tolerated all the bible studies for Beocca."

He lets out a small laugh at that. "Yeah, I know. You used to lie to him about your prayers as I recall."

You scrunch your nose as the memories comes flooding in. "Oh, I did, didn't I?"

Reveling in the past, your wife grin turns small as your fingers trace the necklace against your chest.

"Yet here I am, feeling sentimental over a cross."

"It's not the cross, it's who it belonged to." He speaks gently, reading your unspoken words.

You lift yourself by your knees and lean towards his face, placing a kiss on his cheek

"For your kindness to me." You jest.

His eyes widen adorably accompanied by a. harmless smirk. "Then I shall always be good to you, my lady."

#osferth x you #osferth x reader #osferth #the last kingdom x reader #the last kingdom fanfic #the last kingdom #ewan mitchell

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pinkpruneclodwolf · 2 years

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Flourish and Hunt

Summary: Rook simps come get yall juice.

Notes: Yuu has vitiligo in this. Reader is referred to as Yuu and uses he/him pronouns.

To close the distance between goals, from the unattainable to attainable, to outstretched your hand into the sun and slowly grasp at it the golden light that pours forth.

That was what Rook's Unique Magic was.

For he'd always felt that to be human was out of his grasp, that when he saw the various face that people made, how they would gesture and gesture like a game charades—how one could have just a piece of insight through the small tells of one's body and mind through their expressions, the wrinkling of skin and the closeness of brow when the gears would turn in their head, when eyes would flit around in search of something not yet on their tongue—whether it be lie or truth.

Rook had found it fascinating—would imitate the expressions of his sisters and his brothers, would imitate the differences in expressions that were all the same yet moved with a complexity that unmatched by others.

He was drawn to the uniqueness and yet... Found himself hollow. Like a drop in a dried up well, the bones of a bird—hollow even when life flourished around.

He'd been embarrassed about it. Watching the other kids display emotions on their striped sleeves and dirty knees from playing. How they could beam from ear to ear while all he could muster were a few smiles that never truly felt like smiles but rather the practiced moving of lips to convey just an ounce of what he felt.

His family never wondered what was wrong with him, though, never pushed him to be like other kids—because he wasn't— but instead guided him through life and offered him all the outlets he could ever imagine.

And he found acting.

He found tears, found joy, found grief, found the leaping emotions of love and found the sinking feeling of despair—he'd found it, he saw it through the eyes of others, through the faces of people who'd breathe life into characters scrawled onto paper and hidden behind hard, soft, or leather covers.

Rook had saw the unattainable and watched it fall into the palms of his hands at the tender age of eight.

And from then on, he strove for it.

The mighty, the weak, the perilous quest that was beauty in all forms no matter what others saw—from the tacky to the borderline guady, he found love etched into every piece and thus he saw.

To be a hunter is to pursue even if it is wrought in futility.

"Please stop watching me," comes the Prefect's voice from the window, squinting into the dark with a frown. "It's getting very weird."

"Oh, but Trickster, I simply want to see just a glimpse of your life today." Rook had been enamored with the Prefect ever since he showed up, the uproar he caused still talked about even after his accomplishments against the formidable Overblots Rook had heard all about.

Though, what really drew his attention were the patches of skin that contrasted greatly against bronze skin. How they melded together like fabric and draped against his form so fittingly he'd wondered if he was a painting come to life.

"Or..." Yuu trills. "You can just knock on the door like a normal person instead of hanging up in a tree."

Rook can't help the undignified snort that comes from him, for he knows Vil would scold him from Hades and back. He found no discomfort in his perch and he'd half expected the Prefect to shoo him off and go back to helping Grim with Practical Magic, an absurd concept when considering Yuu's magicless status.

"No need to worry about me, I can assure you I am more than comfortable."

"But I'm not and neither is Grim," Yuu leans against the window sill. "He's freaking out so bad his magic keeps shorting out."

Humming at this, Rook rolls the invitation around on his tongue, letting it dissolve before a slow smile curls on his lips.

Yuu was nevrler easy prey, in fact, highly elusive having a golden ticket such as this waved in front of his face, he'd be doing himself— as a hunter—an injustice by ignoring such an opportunity.

"You truly are a Trickster in your own right."

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course," Rook tests the branch to see if it will handle the shift in weight. "However, I'd advise you take a couple steps back."

"You're actually gonna jump in my room!?"

"Why, of course."

"Are you insane?!"

Rook quirks a brow as he watches Yuu take a step back, probably realizing he wasnt going to back down. "For accepting an invitation? I might be."

And in that, he leaps—thankful that the window was generously sized otherwise he wouldn't even have considered jumping. Though, the look of absolute shock and awe on Yuu's face makes his daring taste all the more sweeter.

Stepping in, his eyes rove over the white coverings on easels and stool. "Practicing Runes as well?"

"Runes?"

Rook walks over, picking up a stray chalk—blue, deep blue. "You see, these chalks are specifically made for Rune Writing—very powerful magic drawn from the earth and inscribed onto things." Noting the confusion, he adds, "Almost like Alchemy."

"Oh, well, um..." Yuu glances around the room, more aware of where they've been studying in. "You'll have to ask the ghosts about that, this isn't really... Mine."

Rook takes the covering off the easel—a blank page, perfect—and beckons the boy over, who takes unsteady steps towards him. "You see, Rune Writing was a popular practice about a hundred years ago but fell out of favor when Gems were introduced."

"Why?"

"Better accessibility. Rune Writing and technology either canceled one another out or..." Rook makes an explosion with his hands. "Had disastrous effects as the Earth's innate magic is being called upon and well... Human v. Nature is a prevalent trope, no?"

"Oh..."

"Gems, especially from the Dwarves Mines were considered to be amazing capsules for magic as well as retaining Blot to a minimum."

"So, using the Earth's magic increased Blot because of how powerful it is?"

Rook smiles, "yes, you catch on quick."

"Of course, I do 'm not stupid."

"Never said you were; give me your hand."

"In what? Marriage?"

"Perhaps," Rook teases as he takes Yuu's hand, "I would like to show you how Rune Writing works."

He can feel the shake of Yuu's hand but doesn't comment on it for they aren't won't be evoking earth's magic.

Rook is certain that if Vil gotten his hands on the Prefect he'd make sure the calluses and fading scares that decorate the bronze and ivory patches of skin would disappear, but he found that he didn't mind the stories they told. He might not have had the strongest or the daintiest of hands but they were ones that perfectly fit Yuu, shaky and sweaty and all.

"Done!"

"Wow." Breathless, Yuu watches the traces of magic that course through the runes inscribed on paper.

"Merveilleux , no?"

"I... Yeah."

"Fugnya! What is he doing here!" Grim exclaims, butting into the room. "Why are you two holding hands?!"

Yuu breaks away like a man scorned and Rook settles on putting the chalk away to ignore the lingering warmth. "Grim, what the hell?!"

"I'll be taking my leave then?"

"Shoo! Shoo!"

Yuu whirls on his heel, "uh—sorry—thank you so much."

Rook grins, striding over to the window. "I'll see you very soon, Trickster."

To evoke such spontaneity...

Now that was a power truly worth hunting for.

Taglist: @noir-drabbles @twst-drabbles @edgymoonstone @hiraya-manwari

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rubberduckrobin · 7 months

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Section 2: To fall for someone - Shane x M! Reader

Section 1 link (tumblr)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880

Part 4: A part of me wants a part of you.

Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.

Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.

What’s not usual is the new guy. And what’s even more unusual is that ever since I told him to go away…he has.

Not even occasional side glances. Not one breath in my direction. I told him my wish and he respected it.

I kind of regret it.

I regret it.

It’s weird. He’s being weird and I don’t like it.

I could fix things, sure, but how? And why should i? Only because of guilt? Or is there something more to it that I haven’t noticed yet…

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“I thought you hated me! I thought…you found me weird. And hated me like everyone else.”

Back at the saloon and as drinks are spilled, truths are too.

Things are getting heated.

“I..don’t. That’s why…” I stumble and hitch on my breath, heart pounding from the weight of tonight's drinks.

Before I can say anymore, a sudden exhaustion holds me hostage against the table in front of me.

Muffled disruption rings in my ears as I feel my dead weight being hauled upwards. A heaving sickness swells in my stomach as I’m carried away.

My mind once again, alone, I fall into a daze. A murky, empty daze.

Am I dying?

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“He’ll be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Are you certain, Miss Marnie? I can stay and help out for a bit.”

“Well…since he’s been out for a while and looks like he isn’t gonna recover for quite some time…sorry to ask you this, but can you help out on the farm? If you have time, that is.”

“Of course. I am a farmer, after all.” I can practically hear the smile in his voice, despite only hearing half of what they are saying.

I have one ear open, the other concealed by my duvet.

It smells fresh. It smells new.

Moonlight is now sunlight. My clothes are warm.

I’m not dead. I don’t know how I feel, but I'm not dead.

My door creaks open. I can’t muster the strength to tell whoever it is to get out, so I pretend to sleep.

I don’t care who it is.

I don’t care…

“Shane…”

Marnie?

“I’ve brought you some fresh eggs for breakfast…”

I can’t lie, not even to myself; I'm hungry and my stomach is desperate for energy.

I turn slowly.

Behind Marnie, is the figure of someone I’ve come to recognise all too well.

(R/N.)

I know him, despite not knowing much about him. I know he’s considerate, I know he carried me here, and I know he plans to stay to do my farm work for me.

I want to know more.

“Here you go. Fresh eggs.”

Marnie leaves after placing them on the bedside table, but (R/N) stays.

He stays. He doesn’t know me well but he stays. I wouldn’t, if i saw someone as pathetic as me-

“Hey. You doin’ alright there?”

“Mm…”

“Alright, alright. I just came to say…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,”

I turn to face the wall, to hide my shame, and also the tears forming in the ducts of my eyes. Despite not knowing the difference between not crying and crying, I can still tell when it’s going to refresh my old tears.

“Why are you sorry? You did nothing. It’s my fault.”

“I’m sorry because I shouted at you. I ranted and took it out on you, when you clearly were having a tough time too.”

“Whatever.”

“You are the one who has nothing to be sorry for, remember that… If you need anything, I’ll be helping out on your and Marnie’s farm. See ya.” He turns “Oh. And…I really do hope you feel better soon.”

And he’s gone.

But with him, he tugs my heartstrings.

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Part 5: I’m beginning to realise how serious this thing is: love.

A few hours that feel like years, and a few breaths in, I’m now awake.

Not sleeping, not fine. But awake and not sick.

I need to see how (R/N) is doing.

A steady walk to the farm, it’s not too far from the barnhouse I stay in.

Didn’t R/N mention he was a farmer…? I don’t remember there being a new farmer in Pelican Bay…

Then I see him. A silhouette of a farmer's glory. A lengthy shovel in one hand, the other wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

For some reason, my heart beats a little bit more than usual.

I trudge over the fields and make my way over to him.

“Oh! Hey Shane…”

Ouch. Awkward.

“Hey. I…wanted to…thank you.” I start.

“Huh? For what?”

“For helping me…you know. When I fainted? And…for taking my job on the farm.”

As though by instinct, I take the shovel from him and distract myself by completing my work, which he was doing for me. I shovel as he speaks

“Just helping out a friend.”

I pause.

“…You see me as a friend?”

“Oh shit. You don’t?”

“…”

I’m too bewildered to speak.

“Sorry. I misunderstood.”

“No… It’s fine... You carried me home. I appreciate that. We can be friends…I guess.”

“Really?”

“Don’t make me take it back.”

“Oh, shit.”

There it is. The warmth. He laughs and the spring chill no longer taints my skin.

“Shane…”

“What.”

“…Is it just me or do I get the feeling there is something…more…to this sudden ‘friendship’.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Nevermind. Don’t mind me.”

He takes the shovel from me and starts doing my work again. In a sudden snatch, I steal it back, planting it firmly into the dirt.

“What?”

“No. I misunderstood something, that’s all. I’ve just been getting this feeling…well, maybe it's just me. It’s fine. Whatever. Let’s leave it at that.”

“No. Go on.”

“Let me get to know you properly first, like i've been trying to do for ages, and then maybe I'll tell you.”

What a tease.

“Fine.”

“We shouldn’t go to the saloon again tonight. Even though it's the weekend, it doesn't mean you can get away with more beer and make your new friend worry again, now can you?”

“Shut up.”

“How’s my house?”

Shit.

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Shit indeed.

I’ve been invited to his house. Tonight. It seems like something that would be a date? But that's weird. We only just became ‘friends’. I only agreed because I didn’t want to run anymore. And a part of me knew he was helping with my other…issues too. If he can do it in a day, imagine his influence in more.

I have nothing to wear, not even a smile. Not even a fake smile.

I knocked once. In my scruffy attire, I knock.

Sweat runs down the nape of my neck.

Do I smell bad?

“Come in! It’s open.”

It's small, but homely. A spread of welcoming food is laid on a small table in the kitchen. Thank goodness there wasn’t the cliché of wine glasses and dimmed lights like you would have on a date…wait, what am I thinking. This isn’t a date. Probably never will be. Probably.

“Hey Shane! New buddy. New pal. New friend.”

I cringe. I can also sense some tension, and I don’t just think it's me.

“Sit, sit. I have food. Plenty for a lengthy ‘getting to know each other discussion’”

Why am I even here? I don’t even have an interesting life to share. To be honest, I’m here out of curiosity.

“So…Mr Handsome Hangover, how’s life?”

“That nickname…”

I practically scowl. It brings back memories of the day after the night we met. Not that it’s a bad memory, but it reminds me of how sick I was. And how sick I still feel.

“Fine. So. Tell me about yourself, and I shall return the favour.”

“…there’s nothing interesting about me.”

“Yes there is. I find it interesting that you always chose to stack the same shelves everyday. What is it that you like so much about canned beans?”

I think at this point he knows me better than I know myself,

I sigh.

“It’s just a habit since my first day, I guess. Maybe it’s because it's closest to the clock.”

“Ah yes, the clock. So you know when it’s time to get off work…I see. Well, tell me about what you like then? Apart from beer, eggs and possibly beans.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Oh. I see. Um…well, I'll tell you what I like at the moment then.”

“Tormenting and teasing me?”

“Close! I like this sweet little town I just moved into, and I like meeting new people. That’s where you come in.”

“I remember now. I like being left alone.”

“Ouch. Touché. Ever since I saw you on that gloomy day, I knew you were not one for conversation.”

“Yet you kept trying. Until you thought I hated you. Why?”

“…why not? Someone staring at the sky is bound to pique your interest, is it not?”

“Touché.” He makes a good point, I guess. I still don’t get it, but I’ll move on. “What made you want to move here and pick up farming?”

“The classic protagonist backstory of course…my grandpa died.”

“Oh. I’m…sorry.”

“It’s fine. I now take care of his old farm.”

“Wow. All by yourself?”

“Yep!” He adds in a wink: “Hopefully not for long.”

Gosh darn it, why does my heart choose the most inconvenient times to beat? I feel more like I'm dying now, than I did yesterday with my whole dizzy fainting moment.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know. A farmer partner would be pretty cool. Moving on,” Wow, this guy knows how to keep the ball rolling in the right court, “Shane, what was your first impression of me?”

I realise just now that the food on the table has gone untouched, I signal with my eyes and we both simultaneously dig in, still engaged in conversation.

Oh my goodness, this food is the best I've eaten and I don’t know whether it's because I haven’t eaten since morning, or because of something else but dear gosh…

“I don’t know. Persistent. Annoying…” and in a last mumble, as though reassuring my thoughts, “interesting…”

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. What’s wrong with me?

“I heard that! You have an interest in me, eh?”

“No, don’t get on your high horse just yet. I said I thought you were interesting. Not…that.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.”

Suddenly, the person I thought was so good at keeping conversation, has become quiet.

“(R/N) Do you have a family elsewhere?”

“My parents are in the big city.”

“I see.”

“Why’d you ask?”

“Just wondering.”

“Wondering, you say. Huh. Okay. Well, I’m just wondering…what do you think of my food?”

My heart skips a beat.

“You…made this?”

“Who else? You work at Joja Mart, you know the food there’s as shit as the management.”

“True. So…you like to cook?”

“Of course. A farmer has their own stuff so why not put it to use.”

“This food is great.”

“Why, thank you!”

“I didn’t say it was any more than that, don’t act as though you just won an award or something.”

“I never did such a thing.” smirking comes naturally for him.

“…what was that thing you said earlier?”

“What thing? Oh that? It’s nothing. I was just being stupid. Getting my hopes up.”

“Your hopes up? About what?”

“I’m somewhat…mildly…a little bit…attracted to you. And…you sorta gave me the vibe that you felt the same. You know, with all the staring. And the ‘go aways’ and blushing.”

“…I…”

“It’s fine. Forget about it. I understand.”

He’s done with his plate so he casually picks it up as he stands, seemingly to put it away in the sink.

“Are you done with your food?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I say. I can’t look at him. My heart hurts.

“Seconds?”

“No.”

“All right.”

With his back turned, my heart beat comes faster. I'm now left alone with my thoughts as he is no longer paying attention to me.

What did he mean by…attracted to me?

“(R/N.)”

“Hmm?”

A nervous hum tickles in his throat.

“What did you mean?”

“Oh, just my unrequited feelings for you. Nothing big. Let’s just drop it.”

“I think I feel it too.”

“What?”

“But we only just met.”

“What?”

He turns to me, gently dropping the dishes he was mid way through scrubbing.

“So…I’d like to get to know you better.”

“What?”

“I’d like to get to know you better.”

“What?“

“For pete’s sake, just give me seconds and tell me more about you!”

“So you did want seconds.”

My stomach gurgles.

Maybe just a little.

“I just washed the plates.”

“Ugh.”

“Fine. I have another. Bear with.”

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“Here we are again. The ‘talking phase’. So…how about you tell me what on earth is going on and the fact you just said ‘I think I feel it too’ when I was telling you about my feelings?!”

“…”

“…What? Cat got your tongue?”

“More like a (R/N.)”

“Smooth. But tell me, really, do you really, truly, ‘feel’ something for me?”

Do i? I do. I’m almost certain. A flutter in my guts, a warmth, a heartbeat faster than normal.

It's definitely something, if not indigestion, and it's something I haven't felt in a while. Especially not for another guy.

“Yes.”

“Cause’ if you don’t then I- wait…really?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

I can feel a different type of heat rise to my cheeks now, and I hide it beneath the palm of my hand.

“I kind of wanna make you say it again.”

“Well I won’t.”

“Fine. Well, why did you wanna learn more about me?”

“Because we met two days ago, and we were both intoxicated.”

“So? We’re here now and we feel the same as we did that night. I think our meeting was fated. Like Romeo and Juliet.”

“They both die at the end.”

“So?“

“That's exactly the point. Listen..I'm not who you think I am. I’m a loser. I drink beer everyday to drown in my sorrow of a depressing repetition of the days, and everyone pities me to the point of isolation. You don’t wanna get mixed up with me. Leaving will hurt less than staying.”

“I don’t mind a bit of pain. I’m quite the drama king, after all. You can’t be that bad.”

“Well I am. This is why things won’t work.”

“It will, if we just try-“

“I better go.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?“

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Part 5: Where songbirds sing, hawks circle elsewhere.

Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.

Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.

(R/N isn’t here). I’m glad but regretful.

Why do I mess up everything?

The door to the shop opens with a satisfied ring, but I keep my focus on stocking the shelves. Whoever enters that door, it doesn’t matter. Just like I don’t matter.

“Shane.”

Marnie?

“Shane.”

What’s she doing here?

“Shane!”

I jolt out of bed, in a heavy sweat.

What’s going on?

Marnie's concerned face towers over me.

“Gosh! You’re sweating buckets. Don’t worry. Hold still.”

She wipes my head with a wet cloth and the relief is almost instant. There's still a tang of heat on my body.

I’m sick on the floor in front of her. How humiliating.

“For explanation, (R/N) found you on the cliffside with a bit too many drinks, and you’d got sick from the downpour last night. He took you in, dear.”

(R/N)? See, he’s too kind. I don’t deserve this. I should just-

“Marnie? The herbal tea’s ready.”

I can hear him. He’s close. I need to run.

“Woah, Shane. Stay in bed.”

From hands in the hallway, she takes a tray with tea and hands it to me.

“For the hangover.”

I grunt in a thankful return and sip the tea.

But my mind wanders off, not to the bitter-sweet taste of the tea, but to the thought of (R/N) being so close. Yet so far.

“Can you get R/N, Marnie.”

“Of course, dear.”

And here he is. In my room. Again. Helping me,again.

I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this. I don’t-

“Shane. You're heating up.”

The cold touch of his hand to my forehead shocks me.

The colder the hands, the warmer the heart, they say.

“I’m fine…”

“No you’re not. Rest for a little. We can chat later, if that’s what you want. Okay?”

“I want to talk. Now.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“Before I met you. Everyday felt like a nightmare. A constant one. A never ending one… But then when I saw you looking at the sky, something clicked. I wanted change. And I think you're just perfect for that.”

“What are you on about? You sound like you’re delivering a main character monologue. I thought I was the protagonist here, not you…You're too feverish for a normal conversation-“

“I want to try. Being with you.”

“You're too sick to think…”

“I was thinking last night.”

“You were too drunk last night to think.”

“I was thinking in my dreams.”

“Wel, I can’t argue against that, but now that just sounds stupid, doesn’t it.”

“What I'm saying is that…you changed my life. Within three days. And without you, things got worse. I realised that last night. But…”

“But…?”

Before I can finish, the heat absorbs me, and I fall asleep once more.

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Part 6: A longing heart, a missing grave of stone.

Maybe it’s okay to trust my instincts. I should tell him today.

“(R/N). I have feelings for you.”

“Pfft. You think I didn’t know that? We’ve been on like 6 dates this month.”

“No. I’ve never properly told you,”

“We’ve literally-“

“Ugh. Just please say it back before I go back to my old ways.”

Part of it was a joke, but deep down, I know, without (R/N), I really would have.

“Are you seriously giving me a bouquet while threatening me with your past indulgences?”

“What? No…maybe. So, what do you think? Too traditional, handing you a bouquet?”

“No. It’s perfect. As long as it's not a mermaid pendant…”

He laughs and that warmth from the first day we met is still there.

I’m so glad I met him.

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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FALL of Hyacinthus.

Raiden Ei & Kamisato Ayaka X Female Reader

VOL 03 of Tragedies of Teyvat

⎯⎯mod lie 🪜

You were in a room full of gleaming candlelight and deafening voices. It felt wrong to be there, and yet here you sat at the head of a table spanning an almost impossible length, watching as men and women who you have never seen gave a toast to your excellence.

Her likeness to the gods is astounding! One exclaimed behind a raised hand, his voice hushed but his words somehow loud enough for you to make out. I would not be surprised if the sun god himself blessed her. Our lady sure is a lucky woman, to be wed to such a godly beauty.

But it was not true. Nothing of what these gawking nobles said had any modicum of truth.

You were not a god's lover, or spawn, or whatever other nonsensical story they were weaving together without abandon. You were only yourself, a woman who had grown from a child with dreams and wishes of wealth. But when you were a child, you had not expected your wealth to come to you in the form of marriage.

It seems that, to this world, the only quality of yours that matters to the rich and powerful is your beauty. You tap an errant finger against the rim of your wine glass, trying your best to distract yourself from these thoughts.

"Are you well?" An unexpected voice whispers into your ear, and you catch yourself from almost falling out of your chair and onto the cold marble floor. After the initial shock, your gaze turns to the side, meeting shining azure; your wife's eyes gleaming and calculating. She looked worried for you, but you sensed no love within her collected expression. This was not a marriage she had longed to agree to, after all. Why should she feel any trace of affection for you?

A smile faker than the idea of a second sun falls upon your lips. "I am the happiest I have ever been, Lady Kamisato. Do not worry yourself with my trivial thoughts."

"I believe it is important for me to worry for you, considering I am now your wife," she takes a considering sip of wine. "Or should I abstain from such sentiments? Do they make you... uncomfortable?"

You know she isn't trying to be difficult or pushy, but right now you did not seek the idea of being treated like a fragile vase made from expensive glass. She had no place—

You had no idea a new person was approaching until a gloved hand was being pushed towards you, as if in offering. A man in formal robes stands before the head table, his looming figure no doubt meant to be imposing. "My new sister, care to join me for a dance?"

"Of course." Your eyes widen with the lord's sudden interest, but even in your disbelief you manage to reach up and take his hand. You smiled at your wife as her brother pulled you away, trying to muster up any semblance of acting and restraint that you have managed to cultivate within the years.

Ayato Kamisato was a strange man. Shrewd and resourceful in all the most annoying ways. But so were you, and you did not misidentify the cutting look in his eyes which looked so similar and yet so different from his sister's.

The Kamisato's ballroom was more magnificent than anything you could ever imagine. Nobles from around Inazuma wined and dined, obnoxiously extravagant clothing paired with equally obnoxious laughter. You had heard tales of their gluttony, and after seeing the company you were surrounded with tonight... well, suffice to say your worries were only confirmed.

You only wish you had good company to admire along with the beautiful architecture of the ballroom.

Ayato led you to the dance floor with ease, his easy smile never once leaving his face. Perhaps you are overthinking it, but you can't deny how fake it seems.

"My apologies, Lord Kamisato, but I was never taught how to dance, I am afraid I may disappoint you," a nervous laugh escaped you, half a lie and half a truth. You had no fear of disappointing such a man, but you truly did not know the first thing about dancing. Well... ballroom dancing, at least. You are sure your time dancing playfully with the neighborhood children did not correlate to your skills in waltzing.

"Then allow me to teach you," he says, and you can’t help but notice how his words feel like a challenge, "you will need to have these skills if you wish to stand alongside my sister."

You grit your teeth, and together you both fell into the cursed dance. He corrected you with precise movements, but after some fumbling, you had successfully held onto the rhythm of the music and remembrance of the steps.

"You learn quickly, although I am not surprised," he chuckles, "your strangeness knows no bounds."

"...have I done something to upset you, my lord?" You whisper, attempting to imbue sadness into your voice, trying your best to come off as the blushing bride you promised to be.

Something seems to have changed in Ayato's demeanor after that. Like a switch had been flipped—or a limit had been pushed.

"You do not need to keep up your act around me—" your eyes narrow in annoyance at his words, "—just watch yourself around Ayaka. She is my little sister, my only family. I know you do not understand that, but just understand this,"

The dance draws to a close, the music fading off into obscurity, and Ayato's grip is threatening as he leans in to whisper;

"I will protect my sister, no matter what comes to pass."

And before you can absorb the magnitude of his harsh words, his face morphs into a charming smile, and he spins you off into the arms of your wife. The sudden shift causes you to almost stumble once again, but Ayaka's grip is firm on your waist. She smiles at her brother, and you realize quickly that it's the first genuine expression of joy you have ever seen on her face.

"Thank you, brother, for teaching my bride how to dance," she laughs softly, and only now do you notice how her hand settles on your own. The feeling is strange... her hand is solid yet balanced in the way she distributed her weight, as expected of a swordswoman.

"I knew I could not leave you to the task," his eyes gravitate to you, a fake kindness in his expression. "Did you know, Ayaka actually tripped and fell while dancing in her first banquet—"

"HAHA! Thank you again, brother!" Ayaka laughs hurriedly, practically dragging you off into the crowd of dancing nobles in order to escape her brother's words. you blinked, trying to discern the feeling that welled up within you at that exchange. Was it... amusement? Or perhaps... it was pity for her obvious embarrassment.

Ayaka's steps are much softer and smoother than her brother's were, and she leads you with a grace befitting her title. For a moment, you find yourself lost in the movements, before Ayaka whispers in a lowered tone, her head tilted to speak into your ear. You know why she had to resort to this closeness, as these nobles were as gossipy as they were awful—yet you cannot help the shiver that rushes through your body at the close contact.

"I hope my brother did not say anything to upset you. He can be quite... insensitive, at times." she says, a light reddish tint marring her cheeks.

You find it hard to balance everything, from the loud voices of the people surrounding you, to the steps of the dance, to the conversation Ayaka now wishes to have. This frivolity is not something you were raised to do, much less something you thought would be easy.

"Not at all, Lord Kamisato was nothing but kind." you lie, hair and veil swishing as Ayaka turns you. You catch glimpses of the crowd surrounding you both, all of them lost in the beauty of you and their beloved lady. "...it seems we have an adoring audience."

"For me, or for you?" She laughs, tone absent of envy.

"For us, the new happy couple, of course."

"Ah," Ayaka says, and that damned blush is back. "Well then, let us give them a good show."

You were about to ask what she meant, but as soon as the words left her mouth—her intentions were made clear when her movements picked up speed.

Most partygoers had begun to clear away from you and Ayaka, leaving the floor to your flowing veils and elaborate silk robes. You find yourself struggling to keep up with Ayaka's practiced dancing, but thankfully, you've been raised to be a 'quick learner'.

All eyes in the room feel as if they are trained on you, watching as you're twirled and led around the floor. The musicians pick up their pace, the sound of instruments carrying through the otherwise silent ballroom.

Ayaka smiles softly when she dips you low, a steady hand on your back keeping you from falling onto the floor. You want to say you're breathless from the stressful dance, but you know otherwise.

You kissed Ayaka during the wedding ceremony. it had felt as hollow as this arranged marriage—but something within you now wants to rectify that.

You smother that feeling like it's a wayward flame.

You quickly turn your head away from Ayaka's smile, but not before the room erupts into cheers and well wishes, the crowd’s ecstatic nature echoing into the night.

You were her light. The shine that found her in the darkness and saved her. Your kindness, your beauty, it all reminded her of what it meant to be a god.

She would throw away the chance of her storms ever gracing the land again if it meant it would make you smile. She would destroy every minuscule human that traipsed across Teyvat if it pleased you. She would do anything, kill anything, endure anything; for you are hers and she is yours.

She loves you more than any words can describe. Which is why she needed you to marry another.

She was a god, and although you were the most magnificent person she had ever known, you were still a mortal. And mortals like you deserved to live lives of riches and happiness.

She couldn't give that to you, not without soiling the image of herself that already exists within your mind. To you, she was not a god, but a mortal woman. You had scorned the gods and their neutrality… how could she allow you to hate her?

From her place above the clouds, she watches as you exit the ballroom and head for the empty terrace, likely pretending you needed a breath of fresh air. You look tired, overwhelmed. She wanted nothing more than to smooth the wrinkle forming between your brows.

And so, as soon as you closed your eyes to rub at your forehead, she willed herself in front of you—the only evidence of her movement being a gush of wind and slight crackle of electricity in the air.

"Ei," you whisper heatedly, grabbing for her as soon as she is within reach. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into an embrace. "How did you—"

"I climbed the vines along the palace side," Ei lies easily, eyes shining with hardly contained mirth as she stares at you, trying to take in every inch of your beauty. "I could not wait to see you any longer."

"It went perfectly, just as you said it would, I cannot thank you enough my love."

Your honeyed words felt like a blessing to Ei's godly ears. She held you close, pressing soft kisses around the areas of your face she could reach.

Ei doesn't know how long you stand there with her, hushed words echoing into the silence of the warm spring night. Eventually, the unspoken threat of being found out becomes too much, and Ei pulls away from you with an overwhelming unwillingness.

"I must leave for now. You have a part to play," Ei whispers, her face betraying her sorrow. "Once you have done what you need to do, I will come back for you."

"I promise you, I will not falter,” your voice is as sincere as ever, "travel safely, my love. I will treasure every moment we are together—and I will miss you every moment we are apart."

"As will I," Ei says, kissing you one last time in farewell.

And after you had turned to enter the ballroom once more, Ei was simply gone. Gone to the skies and stormy winds.

That night, it will rain. Thunder will precede monstrous lightning, and the common people will suffer for it. Huts will fall, children will drown in the ensuing floods, and crops will be washed away. But that did not matter to the god of storms, for her love was safe inside of a castle with fires and wool to keep her warm.

Others will suffer in response to her storms.

But not you. No, never you, for you were hers. And you would be for all of eternity.

At first, Kamisato Ayaka had no idea how she was supposed to feel about her wife.

You were gorgeous, but that was something that could be picked out by anyone, should they know you personally or not. You had been selected to be a bride to the family for that reason alone. At first, the family’s many advisors had requested for you to wed Ayato, but Ayaka intervened; reminding them of Ayato's sensitivity to marriage after his own betrothal's passing just a few short months ago.

Ayato, of course, tried to take on the responsibility of this arranged marriage, but Ayaka would not have it. And so, here they are now; with no party being left completely satisfied.

The wedding had been treated like a gorgeous ordeal. As a child, Ayaka had wondered about what her own wedding would be like. When she was very small, her mother often spoke about her father and their love with great happiness, a deep regret resting within her at the reminder that they were never able to wed.

Ayaka wishes she felt this, a great longing to be tied to another for all of eternity, but she simply does not feel the urge. It's causing an obvious rift in her marriage, one that she isn't sure how to mend.

She credits these feelings to the simple fact that she hadn't even known her own wife. You were a beautiful mystery, one that Ayaka wasn't even keen on figuring out.

Until that dance at your wedding.

Afterwards, Ayaka had seen you in a different light. It was such a simple interaction, and yet it caused butterflies to swarm in her stomach each time she recalled it. The dance was lovely beyond comparison—and it only served to plant the seed of Ayaka's growing affection for you.

You had worn a smile for the entirety of the night but even so you seemed... distant. She could see in your eyes how you didn't want to act this way—but it seems you're struggling with some sort of internal conflict.

"Perhaps she's just feeling awkward about the situation?" Thoma, the Kamisato's beloved housekeeper, says after Ayaka had vented her woes to him. "I mean, I know I might feel a little weird around my new wife at first—especially if she was basically a stranger!"

In this space away from prying eyes, Ayaka feels comfortable enough to shed her calm exterior. And so, she groans dramatically, throwing herself onto her silk bed and burying her face into a pillow, talking into the muffling fabric. Thoma simply carries on with his work, dusting her desk and putting her many novels back in their correct places. Always a nice sense of stability, having him around.

"But that is the problem, she won't let me get to know her." Ayaka sighs, running a hand through her unkempt hair. "Each time I even so much as breathe a hello to her, she scampers off like a frightened cat! I don't know what to do..."

"Well, maybe you could try learning about things she enjoys? If you have more in common… it will be easier to strike up a conversation!"

Ayaka silences after that, trying to sift through each and every interaction she's had with you since your wedding not too long ago. She's reminded of yesterday evening, when the pouring rain and heavy thunder clouds had kept the people locked away in their homes one more. She had stumbled upon you by chance, only getting a brief glimpse of you as you watched the garden from the window by the kitchens. The flowers and vines swished and swayed in the storm, threatening collapse and ruin.

You looked so sad, seeing the flowers in their disarray.

"I should have guessed you would be out here," a voice calls from afar, soft and airy and oh so polite. You know who it is the moment the words leave her mouth, and it takes a momentous bout of self-control to keep yourself from sighing audibly.

The sky is blue and vibrant, bespeckled with clouds and a kind sun. You thought of how awful the weather had been for weeks, and closed your eyes in mourning. It seems you won't be able to enjoy this sunshine in peace and quiet. Your wife stood against the archway into the garden, and you didn't have to turn to see the damned smile which accompanied her words.

"Should I be inside instead of appreciating the first sun we've seen in a month?" You call back with just a hint of sarcasm from your place at an elaborate table a short distance away. You take a sip from your teacup, staring at vines adorning the stone walls from beyond the cup's rim.

Annoyingly, Ayaka did not see your snippy response as a reason to leave the gardens—to leave you in peace. Instead, she practically waltzes over—her and all her frustratingly perfect movements—and takes a seat right in front of you. You close your eyes so she cannot see them twitching in anger.

"Of course not, in fact, I thought it fit to enjoy the weather myself," she smiles, head tilting with a sense of fake charm you know she's likely practiced. "Do you mind? I could always go back to training instead of sitting with you, I know how you appreciate your space."

You finally find the energy to plaster the fakest smile onto your lips, placing your teacup back onto its saucer. "Yes, I appreciate my space when it concerns others, but it is different with you, Ayaka. I treasure every moment I have with you." Your own words almost make you break your facade.

It was a lie, but you had said it as a truth to another woman... how far you have fallen.

"Mn, of course," Ayaka says cordially, and you almost want to snap the handle of your cup. What does she mean by that, with her passive indifference? Is she even trying to act like she likes you? "Do you enjoy the gardens?"

"I've never seen anything so beautiful," you say with genuine awe. After all, it is true. Your... humble upbringing hadn't allowed you to see many sights, but this garden truly was one of the best you had viewed after your marriage into the illustrious Kamisato family. "Who helps with the upkeep? Is it simply servants?"

"Ah, yes, mostly. I myself have never had a green thumb. It was actually my mother who commissioned the garden to be built,” Ayaka smiles, admiring the flowers hung around the arches surrounding your shared table. “She said something about how this palace 'needed more life'."

"Your mother sounds like quite the woman," you say unthinkingly, not remembering the matriarch's absence.

"Yes, she truly was."

The look on Ayaka's face is strewn with pain, a pain you unknowingly reminded her of. You feel a need to remedy it. But... how? Dealing with the pain that accompanied a family member that has passed—it is not a mourning you had ever gone through.

The previous Lady Kamisato was not a woman that was spoken about. No one even dared to breathe her given name into the air; much less anything about her. You did not know the reasons for it, and so you kept your mouth shut. Even so, whenever you passed by her portrait which was hung so proudly in the main hall; you often found your eyes wandering to her own painted ones.

Her eyes were beautiful; the same shade of blue as her children's. From the soft smile on her face and the loving way she held a smiling young Ayaka in her arms; you could tell how kind she was.

What would it be like… to have a mother so loving?

"I never knew my mother," you decide to say with shaky words, wondering if this was the right course of action. Ayaka's eyes widened. She hadn't expected you to open up like this, surely. A wry smile makes its way onto your face, and you trace the handle of your teacup absentmindedly. "But I can imagine the pain of losing one is unbearable. I'm just happy you have these kind memories of her, Ayaka. Hang onto them however you can."

It's silent for a beat, and then two, before you finally feel the courage to look up at the woman sitting across from you.

She looks at you with the most starstruck eyes, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat; something uncomfortable coiling up in your ribcage like an unwanted parasite.

"...of course." Her voice comes out as a whisper, and you look away so you don't have to see the expression on her face once more. "That is... a kind sentiment. Thank you."

A light blush coats your face, embarrassed at your own words. How could you just say something like that to her? She is your wife, but she was also a means to an end. A part of your beloved's plan to keep you in comfort and happiness for the rest of your lives.

Your love was off in the city, scrounging for scraps to survive and planning. She was not the woman in front of you with growing love in her eyes and an expensive ring on her finger.

And you truly, truly, must remember that.

Suddenly, Ayaka stands up, chair screeching behind her. Your head snaps up in alarm, eyes darting around to see what could make Ayaka lose her composure so suddenly. You frown, unable to realize the source of her troubles.

"Ahem, apologies, but it seems I have neglected some of my duties!" She exclaims suddenly, her awkward laughs only causing your frown to deepen. "I'll leave you to it, then!"

And as soon as she appeared, Ayaka was gone, leaving nothing behind but an askew chair and a rumpled tablecloth.

...how strange.

Things began to change after that.

Ayaka sought you out more often, telling stories of her youth and listening as you regaled her with your own. She looked horrified as you described your life as a part of the common folk, and it brought genuine smiles to your face.

"What do you mean, you had to resort to taking baths in the river?" She had asked once, wide eyes and innocence making you laugh without abandon.

But even with this growing friendship between you and your wife, you still found yourself itching to visit your lover whenever the chance presented itself.

Today was a gorgeous day filled with sunshine, and you had finally convinced Ayaka that it was safe for you to venture outside the palace. You had spewed some nonsense about visiting the local flower fields; and Ayaka had bought the excuse easily. A heavy guilt settled onto your shoulders after seeing how readily Ayaka had accepted it after that request.

She must really trust you.

...Anyhow, Ayaka's trust seemed to come with downsides. For example, she downright refused to allow you outside without the presence of guards. You pleaded and begged with her, but Ayaka would not budge, simply relaying the same worries about the townspeople and their unpredictable tendencies. You only barely kept yourself from biting out a retort, after all, they were not savages simply because they happened to be poor.

And so here you are, visiting the local shops and trying to think of ways to shake off these guards Ayaka had pushed off onto you.

But even so... you suppose it is nice to roam the town without constantly fearing for your own safety. Before you met Ei, you often worried about how you would protect yourself if someone were to start a fight over something trivial. Thankfully, you never had to see those worries through, but that heavy fear often weighed over your head whenever you roamed the town.

Another part you enjoyed about this visit was seeing your old friends again. People had jumped and shouted your name with excitement around each corner. Even your guards looked surprised at the sheer amount of people who recognized you and, for the lack of a better term, fawned over you.

Oh, how we have missed you! Here, take a pastry, on the house!

We heard about your wedding! Was your gown as pretty as they say? Everyone is so happy for you, dear.

Miss, miss! Play hide and seek with us, you're always the best at counting!

Everyone's well wishes were appreciated, of course, but eventually you began to feel worn down.

"My lady, do you wish to rest?" One of your guards asks, his voice slightly muffled by the expensive steel of his helmet. You ignore his question, albeit not intentionally. Your mind is too focused on the idea of seeing Ei again. You stare at the blue sky, glancing at the high point of the sun.

The day will not last for much longer.

Your guards have seemed to give up on communication, instead watching the area around you—scanning for any viable threats. Their attention isn't on you, per say. After all, no common thief or assassin would be able to evade so many guards in close proximity to their charge. And so, their eyes wandered.

Maybe that's why it was so easy for someone to silently swoop in and grab you around the waist, quietly hauling you off into a nearby alley. One of their hands is closed around your mouth, cutting off all the screams you try to alert others with.

You feel like such an idiot.

In your panic, you don't even notice how softly you're being held—how lovingly you're being embraced. The hand pulls away from your mouth, but just as you're about to scream, a startingly familiar voice caresses the shell of your ear.

"Shh, shh, listen to my voice. It is only me." Ei whispers, uncovered hand reaching up to tilt your face in her direction. You immediately soften in her arms, reaching up to pull her into a crushing hug.

"Perhaps you could have tried to warn me before pulling me off like that... what will I say to the guards once I have to return to them?"

"Mm, you could tell them you fought off your attacker."

"As if they would believe that," you grimace, recalling your reputation among the higher ups of the Kamisato Estate. They didn't know of your fighting experience, and while you wished to keep it that way, it wasn't fun to be thought of as a weak person who couldn't hold her own.

The look on Ei's face begins to grow dark, and so you try to change the subject—a genuine smile forming on your face as your hands trail through her unkempt hair. "Have you been doing alright, my love? I know things have been difficult for everyone because of the recent storms."

"It is nothing I cannot handle," Ei responds, her lackadaisical attitude concerning her own safety causing you to purse your lips in annoyance. "But... I have been worrying a lot about you. Is everything going as we planned?"

You can't stop your voice from sounding unsure. "...I believe so, yes."

"You know you do not have to lie to me."

You sigh into the space between her neck and shoulder, your arms drooping down from their embrace. It doesn't feel right to be hugging her whilst these thoughts run through your head. She would be angry with you, she would be rightfully angry with you—and the very thought had your heart constricting painfully in your chest. You deserved her anger, you truly did, for you are nothing but a traitor.

Ayaka's smile from earlier today flashes through your mind, her gentle worry combined with her soft words. She did not want to hurt you. Lady Kamisato was kind, and you just... couldn't.

The shadows of the buildings around you do not make Ei's face any less clear. Your eyes do not hesitate to find hers, a confidence you had to dredge up being the only motivation you have to open your lips.

"I cannot kill her, Ei."

A myriad of emotions cross her features, but if you weren't so intimately acquainted with her you are sure you would not be able to pick up on any of them. But her face settles on this—the smallest crease forming between her brows, a slight parting of her lips and darkness in her eyes.

"You... cannot kill her?"

"Please, please listen to me—" Your words come out rushed, frantic. "I have my reasons. We were wrong about her, Ei. Perhaps not wrong about the larger sum of nobility, but we were wrong about Ay—Lady Kamisato. She is kind, selfless, even. Did you know that her chief retainer is an orphaned foreigner whom she saved? And... and every kindness we've been shown by the Kamisato's—it was her idea. Hell, just last week she arranged for distribution of bread and sweets amongst the poor; because of these... storms..." Your voice ebbs off into silence.

You do not believe you have ever seen this look on Ei's face before.

Except, perhaps when it was directed at a person trying to harm you.

Pure, unadulterated, simmering rage bubbles beneath the surface of her expression. You flinch away from her instinctively, fingers untangling themselves from her kimono. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp when she snags your retreating hand with her own, hard enough to restrain but not enough to hurt. But the threat of it has you trying to pull out of her grip.

"Ei," Your voice is pleading, a fear you hadn't meant to express coming across obviously just from how you said her name. This, at least, seemed to snap her out of it somewhat. "Please, let me go. This plan was a bad idea, all of this was just—"

"Was I a bad idea, as well?" She whispers, eyes trailing away from your shaking form. Even so, her grip does not stray. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, absent of the softness you were used to. "You would choose your loyalty to the Kamisatos over me."

"That is not what I am doing, I just do not want to kill an innocent girl."

"She is no more an innocent girl than you are," Ei says harshly, deceptively indifferent. "She stands idly by as we starve. Do you not see?" The impassiveness fades, her voice gradually raising as she leans in closer, her electric purple eyes so close to your own. "Are you blinded by her pretty face and rich lifestyle?"

It almost feels like the wind is knocked out of you, heavy and unrelenting. She's... Ei is...

She isn't who you thought she was.

"I'm not," You whisper as a light sheen of tears threatens to spill down your cheeks. You smile wobbly, a weak hand coming up to meet hers where it rests on your cheek. "I am loyal only to you, Ei. From the moment we met each other... I am yours, and you are mine. Do you remember?"

The grip on your hand softens.

"I do."

You close the distance, tear-stricken eyes fluttering shut as you hold her in your arms. The kiss is chaste, affectionate, much like the first one you had shared together; under the light of the full moon and gleaming stars.

You flinch away from her lips when you hear the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps, clanking armor and hurried voices. Your guards.

Ei's forehead meets yours in a gesture of goodbye, she is so close, her hair tickles your cheek. You close your eyes, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

"I will remember, forever. I can promise you that. Just make sure you do not forget." Ei says simply, and when you open your eyes—it's as if she was never even there.

The days pass in a flurry of blooming flowers and the approaching summer days. Ayaka is as busy as ever, pushing back your tea times together with a regretful frown and multiple apologies. It took some time, but now you are able to reassure her with a genuine smile and a light kiss.

These gestures of affection became commonplace after that afternoon where you went… missing.

When you had returned to the palace, faux fear masking your sadness over Ei, Ayaka had immediately charged forward to pull you into a hug—her abundant tears being absorbed by your shirt collar. Ayato had watched with an indiscernible look in his eyes, all suspicion and question; and yet your attention was focused on the girl in your arms.

Ayaka was your friend. She was your wife as well, but until now you didn’t realize the depths of your feelings. When the others had all but gone, everything was made clear to you when Ayaka leaned in to press her lips against yours, soft and sweet and loving. It felt real, absent of the worries and obsession which plagued your interactions with Ei.

This was a shift in your relationship, one that you weren’t sure you could handle so readily, and yet you pulled her in after she had rushed away from you—a question on her lips you didn’t care to hear.

“Is this alri—” She had asked, as if you weren’t leaning into it yourself. You smile into the next kiss, and the one after that.

The season of storms and flowers passed as quickly as it had arrived. You spent your time reveling in a flurry of festivals and public appearances, smiling and laughing like you hadn’t begun this way of life believing it to be a lie. Ayaka stood alongside you all the while. She was first an enemy, then a friend, and finally someone you could actually see being your wife; someone you could treasure forever.

Ayaka reaches over without warning, tucking a windswept strand of hair back behind your ear. “You have that look in your eyes again, what has you thinking so hard?”

Inazuman summers are often harsh, but today is a welcome reprieve from the suffocating humidity and windless afternoons. It was so gorgeous, in fact, that you and your wife saw it fit to venture out into the fields surrounding the palace with nothing but a basket of snacks and a ruffled old blanket in your arms.

My family and I used to have afternoons like this all the time Ayaka had said with a smile, quiet and so full of reminiscence. I am glad I get to share the same afternoons with you.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how cheesy you can be,” You say, delighting in Ayaka’s heavy blush. “A lovely picnic in a flower field on the most beautiful day of the year… why, if I did not know any better, I would say you were trying to seduce me.”

“I-I needn’t bother with that if we are already married! Gods, you can be so embarrassing sometimes…” Ayaka squeals, trying her hardest to cover her flushing face with a strategic bite of food.

“And you can be so easily embarrassed, sometimes,” You counter, an air of smugness surrounding your words. Ayaka’s silent smile causes you to reconsider your apparent victory. “...Why are you looking at me like that?”

“On our wedding night, you could hardly look in my eyes without flinching away.”

“I am painfully aware of that, come on, there’s no need to embarrass me back—”

“I am just so happy that you feel comfortable with me, now,” Ayaka interrupts, effectively turning the tables. Damn her and her war strategies, because you can already feel yourself flushing. “We were able to find some happiness in this marriage, after all.”

In your Ayaka-induced state, you hadn’t bothered to notice the raindrop which fell onto your hand earlier. Only now do you feel it, when it lands straight onto the tip of your nose. You immediately let out a sigh.

“Do you feel that?” You ask, holding out a reluctant hand into the air. Another one hits your face, trailing down your cheek and settling in the dip of your collarbone. “Raindrops.”

Was that rain you could feel, alongside the back of your neck? Why did it feel so heavy, all of a sudden?

You looked to Ayaka for an answer, and only then did you register the look on her face. Horrified, plain and simple. Why did she look so afraid? Did you say something… wrong…?

Your eyes felt so heavy, and you were so confused. The energy you had felt so readily before sapped out of you quickly, like the last glimpse of dying sunlight on a cold winter’s evening. Your body fell onto the fabric of the blanket, fingers spasming. Were you trying to reach for something?

Ah, you can’t remember, not with how tired you feel. Maybe if you rested for a short while, Ayaka wouldn’t mind.

She never could say no to you.

This is just how the story goes, Ayato had said to her once, solemn and so far away. There are things we must atone for, Ayaka. Whether it be now or in the coming centuries.

Sometimes, the favor must be returned.

She hadn't thought... that this retribution would come so soon.

The blood staining her mother's woven blanket was abundant. Dark. It was unrelenting. It was growing ever closer to the fabric of her dress; inching closer with every passing second. She could only stare helplessly, watching as your fingers twitched. Your hair had fallen into your face, obscuring it from her view. Perhaps this was a nightmare, or you hadn't actually been killed in only the blink of an eye.

Her body felt like it was encased in ice. The sun did nothing to thaw it. The sun... had it been eclipsed by clouds? It felt darker, all of a sudden. As if all life from the earth was draining away just as your blood was draining into the soil.

A roar of thunder cuts through her ears.

Did thunder ever precede a first strike of lightning, until now?

"You put on a clever show, Ayaka, no one could deny you that," Raiden Ei finally speaks, as if her blade weren't coated with your blood. "Although... I cannot help but think of your... plans, as ridiculous."

Plans? She can't exactly put her finger on it, as her attention is much too focused on you.

"Have you been struck stupid?" Ei asks, tone as unruffled as ever.

"Ayato..." Ayaka whispers, eyes fluttering shut under the assault of the rain. She clutches at her hair, willing herself to believe this was a dream. "Ayato."

Ayaka's eyes peer open again, stupidly wishing her brother would appear; instead, she was only faced with the nightmare before her. Raiden Ei's miserably purple eyes stared her down.

"Even if I allowed him to interfere, your brother could do nothing for her," Ei lifts her spear to push away the hair at your neck. "A clean, thorough cut. I wonder... did she have any thought before she succumbed? Did she wonder who did this? Did she even know she was dying?"

"...why."

"Liars deserve no place in this world. I was lied to, from the moment we met one another. Is this not a fitting punishment?"

Ayaka's voice felt broken, as if she hadn't spoken in millennia.

Ei's eyes were impossibly cold. "You young gods and your foolishness. For how long did you think you could deceive me? Deceive her?"

"You loved her..." Ayaka says in disbelief, only now realizing the web she had found herself so entangled with. She knows you hadn't been entirely truthful—that there were things that preceded your marriage. She was okay with that, for she had the same baggage carried along with her. It would be unfair to hold you to such a standard. But love between yourself and the god of storms... it was—it was... "Unbelievable."

"Is it so unbelievable that we were unfortunate enough to fall in love with the same mortal? I wonder... do you feel half the betrayal I felt when she revealed her disloyalty to me?" Ei says thoughtfully, finally pulling her spear away from your corpse. "I wanted to kill her right then, watch as her guards... your guards fought to stop me. But I was able to stop myself. Can you guess why?"

Ayaka's gaze tilted upwards, steadily and dangerously; meeting the other god's eyes. For her entire life, she had stood by while so much had happened all around her. Her mother's death, her father's abandonment and her brother's rule. She disagreed with Ayato; his ways of perpetuating grief and resentment from a majority to greater uphold the minority. Even so, she held her tongue. When she had been married off; she held her tongue. When you had so obviously lied to her in order to get away from the palace under the guise of flower picking and came back a changed woman; she held her tongue.

But now, when all she wanted—when everything in her was clawing at the surface to scream and fight—she couldn't. She was powerless to stop the god of storms. Raiden Ei was an old god; watching and learning and growing stronger with each passing century. What good could Ayaka do—a young god who hadn't even lived a full lifetime?

"Since you are so adamant in your silence, I will let it be known." Ei's face suddenly is obscured—she... she had turned away from Ayaka's eyes. "I wanted you to watch the life bleed from her body. After all, you had stolen my love from me..."

Her retreating form along with her final words would forever be imprinted in Ayaka's mind, from this breath until her last.

"It is only fair I returned the favor."

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