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andvenuscried · 2 months

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toxic!anakin skywalker hcs

↳ description box; small collection of nsfw drabbles for anakin x reader; i love my insane pookie

warnings; nsfw warnings; basically anakin is absolutely crazy, deranged and utterly obsessed with you. insane psychos are so hot bUT THIS BEHAVIOUR IS NOT TO BE ROMANTICISED!! and also minors dni

has an unhealthy habit of always checking your phone. he has a physical need to know who you’re talking to and why—that coworker named joseph you’re talking to? yeah, he CLAIMS to want to discuss your work schedule, but anakin’s so sure he wants to take advantage of you. and because anakin’s so smart and knows everything better than you do, you should just trust him and let him delete his number. and the number of every guy you have saved on your phone. but since anakin’s so smart, he’s surely right!!

he NEEDS everyone to know you’re taken and that you’re his. he’ll always have an arm slung around your shoulder casually, his hand resting at your hip, his fingers intertwined with yours or you wearing clothes that are obviously his (he really likes you in his clothes!!). but sometimes, that’s not enough, and he knows it’s pathetic but he literally can’t stand seeing you with any other guy except him. so sometimes, necessities like pretty bruises on your neck or marks on your chest are needed. he’s just letting everyone know you’re his, you wouldn’t object to that… right??

he can and he WILL stalk you. what, you’re going out without him? to go clubbing?? with your friends??? at NIGHT????

he can’t just possibly let you do that, he literally can’t stand the thought of even a mere possibility of you getting hurt somehow, it genuinely hurts his heart because how will he survive without you? you’re his world, and he’ll do anything to keep you. he just cares about you so much :(

anakin definitely has problems with sharing you with your friends, especially your male friends, and you’re so grateful he’s letting you talk to your female friends you’re not even considering talking to your guy friends again. oh, he looks out for you so much, awww

he’s a master manipulator and a professional gaslighter. all of your friends hate him, and are telling you to break him with him because he’s “toxic and obsessive”. baby, he’s not!! he’s just jealous sometimes and just very protective :( it makes him so sad every time you bring this up because why’re you trusting your friends over him? he’s the one you should trust the most, isn’t he? does that mean you don’t love him anymore?

needs your attention 24/7, all the time. he absolutely hates being separated from you, and even in his sleep, it’s like he won’t let go of you. he’ll always have an arm draped over your body, or his hands hooked on your waist. anakin is a naturally light sleeper, so he’ll wake up every time you get up—be it to use the bathroom or when you’re leaving for work. if everything went his way, he’d never let you leave him.

definitely thinks about locking you up in his big mansion. you’re so pretty he can’t stand the lingering gaze of other guys checking you out. he wishes he could be the only one to see your beauty.

likes to be in control and to be in charge of every situation regarding you. he knows he’s very intense in everything he does. that’s why he’s so grateful you put up with all his needs, but anakin is a very sceptical and careful person, he needs to know where you are and who you’re with—it’s no surprise he persuaded you to have your location on at all times. for your safety, he claims, and for his easement.

absolutely gets off on the height difference between you. you’re smaller than him, and he loved how cutely tiny you look next to him—and how you look when he uses you as his fleshlight!!

loves having you all submissive and obedient. his favourite positions are every one in which he can look at you, he loves seeing small tears forming in your eyes, loves you looking up at him in adoration, all trapped and utterly defenceless in his toned arms, mewling and gasping, moaning his name. especially loves when you’re sucking his cock, all pretty and desperate beneath him. just the way he likes you best.

why are you working? he makes enough money to provide for you AND a child; he has a house and a car. what do you need more? he knows you like your job, but he’d rather have you at home at all times. where you’re safe.

spoils you so much. he’ll buy you pretty clothes, sparkly jewellery, expensive shoes and anything else you want, he’d buy you an entire country if you asked him to. it’s not about flaunting his money or wealth or anything, he just gets off seeing you wearing stuff and knowing that he paid for it, so essentially, you’re walking around with his clothes.

for your birthday, he gifted you the cutest and most beautiful necklace!! if only you knew about the tracker inside it. he knows he has your location and you’re such a good girl for him he’s sure you’d never turn it off, but… just in case. (he’s lowkey paranoid)

if he could, he would carve his initials on you. (possessive much?)

but since you’d be hurt and he doesn’t like seeing you cry, he’s tried convincing you of getting a tattoo on your collarbone with his initials, and he’ll get one with your initials on his hip bone. you’re scared to death of needles though :( he’ll have to work on that for a while, but he knows he can get you to do anything for him with the right method and the right time.

has thought excessively and extensively about knocking you up. he knows you wouldn’t ever leave him if you were pregnant with his baby, god bless your sweet, kind and loving soul, and he loves to have that reassurance. so when condoms start to accidentally break, he accidentally forgets to wear one in the heat of the moment and he just can’t stop thrusting his load into you, you should’ve known those were not accidents.

but it’s too late now, anyway, you’re trapped, so you might as well just enjoy being trapped by him forever :)

“keep those legs open for me, doll. you can do that f’me, can’t you?” he mutters against your lips hoarsely, and you’re crying of the overstimulation.

“can’t,” you sniffle and your legs tremble adorably, “ani, ‘s too much… ‘s too much, i can’t…”

his gaze hardens, “you can and you will.”

#toxic anakin #anakin skywalker #obsessive anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #star wars smut #star wars anakin #star wars #sub anakin #anakin imagine

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sarah-yyy · 1 year

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

meet tantai jin, the cdrama fandom’s newest obsession

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

surprise surprise this sad pathetic man will one day become

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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privitivium · 1 month

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A thought just came over me and i don't know whether or not this is a bad idea lol.

So reader right, having a motherly "spouse" thats a bit too overwhelming and protective?, Yep totally normal.

And having his boss, a literal CEO following and giving coffee or latte's during readers working hour, sometimes he would see the fatherly CEO stalking him in the corner of his eyes, well that's a bit weird..

And oh my, seems like a streamer had just befriended him, a pretty popular guy too.

not giving too much thought about it, reader immediately started playing with the streamer.

Not giving too much thought on how deranged and personal the streamer's questions about him, a bit uncomfortable nonetheless, but he really seems like pathetic guy infront of him with the cameras off, But mother did say to be careful on the internet (or else he's taking away the internet privileges)

But what happens if the streamer "accidentally" (he doxxed reader lol) met reader in real life and started stalking him, only to see two humongous guys clinging on to him and seemingly fighting each other internally, calling one of them mother and the other father, but streamer knows that is definitely NOT your parents...seems like reader got another yandere on his dick

(if you don't get the gist of it, what im basically saying is that can you add streamer yan to the mother yan and father yan ordeal..just a headcannon is fine..but i wanna see a story tho lol.

Sorry if this is a bit too long haha

this is the same anon that requested yan mother and father yan, the whole "bringing my bae his forgotten lunch to his workplace only to see him getting spoonfed by fucking his boss" ordeal lol)

its fine i generally love reading little stories in my requests . Thanks anon

motherly, fatherly, streamer yandere x male reader,,,

all amab, cw;; mild perversion, manipulation

i'm gonna go with,,, theyre just housemates. two super close friends with obvious sexual, romantic tension - mother refers to you to others as his lover, and you dont really care, so you must want to be lovers? mother doesnt push it... but is still as overwhelming n overprotective as ever. thanks mother !

fatherly CEO stalking you? seemingly to pop up everywhere you went with a cup of coffee for you - or even mixing it up and getting you some kinda matcha deal!! nothing out of the ordinary, your superior was always kinda affectionate... you try to tell him that theres no reason to be so chummy with you ( trying to direct his attention on something else but it doesnt work ) afterall, you do see all ur coworkers prying eyes... but it was no big deal. ur coworkers didnt seem to bother you anyway, so... you guess ur fine with your superior doting on you ( even if it was quite inappropriate in the workplace, but he managed to turn ur mind right around !! so charming ! )

and - three whole friends ?! two of which theres some kind of unspoken tension, especially with your housemate who you affectionately nicknamed mother - you don't tell anyone so, embarrassed that youre referring to a grown man as mother... and instead, almost spilling it to your newest friend-! ㅡstreamer yan being a fucking freak and tapping into ur shit before mother or fatherly does - having to play with a raging hard-on because hes a sad little freak in real life, but on stream hes the coolest most badass guy ever... who asks too personal questions - but you didnt seem to mind. like, who do you live with? is it nice? what kind of soap do you use in the shower? how often do you do laundry? didnt register in your mind that this streamer guy is a total pervert - but steering clear of such questions when on stream...

and what do you know ?? streamer pulling up to where you live... just to get a good scope of the place n all,,, nothing too out of the ordinary. definitely not stalking. he just happened to live a few towns close by... and - having the great idea to ask what you were gonna do one day, just to be there to show up. small town or something... just to see you in the middle of two bulky ass dudes who were adamant on avoiding each other - ever so often glaring heatedly at one another... and, he hears you calling one mother??

can imagine mother n father wondering why ur spending so much time on ur phone... unusual for you since ur never really on it that much-? and mother did tell you to be wary of the internet... you begin to hide away in your little workspace mother made up for you in your shared home, fiddling on your computer and - playing video games and messaging some guy... who were you talking to? who were you laughing with? how dare they make you smile ????

mother n father teaming up reluctantly just to figure out wtf is up with ur computer and phone... wanting to know who ur talking to ( surprisingly havent tapped it!!! ) and obviously, mother goes in there when ur not home - at work with that bastard other man he has no choice but to work together with, fiddling with your computer n not knowing the password - so mother, immediately going to guilttrip you into giving him the password. hes especially sad that it wasnt his name or anything of the sort...

they were so happy you were suddenly so comfortable calling them father and mother in public as they act accordingly - so sweetly, you feel an overwhelming amount of affection which was what they wanted in the first place... streamer obviously feeling intimidated,,, but willing to join ur little harem.,,,

#streamer yan :3 #motherly yan!#fatherly yan...#x male reader #male reader

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raisedbythetv89 · 2 days

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The writers I think mostly completely by accident with the assistance of James charming his way into becoming a main character created the perfect storm to ensure people who love spike would reach absolute peak levels of being completely obsessively deranged about him forever

Season 2:

He’s a punk rock villain with killer cheekbones, enchanting eyes, and an absolutely DEVILISH smile - who’s an incredibly dedicated and dangerous fighter who specifically seeks out challenging fights he’s not guaranteed to win (brave and reckless - normally traits seen in heroes) hates everyone except his mentally ill physically sick wife (the statistics of men who leave their wives when they get sick in the US is horrifying like nurses literally have to warn married women who get sick it happens so often) who he’s hopelessly devoted to and unbelievably soft with and always listens to her while also exuding a psychotic amount of sex appeal and is just F U N he loves being a vampire and he loves fighting and it makes it so much fun for the audience. While still showing how much he respects and admires his enemy for her skill, strength, resourcefulness, and intelligence - NEVER underestimating her just because she’s a tiny blonde girl - and instead of destroying the world for love he SAVES the world for love - a villain doing good to get the love of his life back who essentially dumped him for her ex????????? D E V O T E D and shockingly extremely trustworthy??? And has amazing chemistry with our heroine and is there for a pivotal moment in her life and is the only one there for her when she has no one else????? *enemies to lovers girlies ENTER THE CHAT*

Season 3:

He shows he fucking MEANS IT when he says Dru is the love of his life when he shows up in Sunnydale because he blames Angel not Buffy or Drusilla but the man actually responsible for all their problems and he is the most pathetic mess we’ve ever SEEN!!!! He’s crying and drunk all the time and he’s so sad he goes to Buffy’s mom TO TALK 💀😭 our pathetic sensitive little self admitted lover boy who KNOWS he’s love’s bitch and he won’t be pretending he’s anything otherwise who shows how clearly he sees and understands other people and the depths of his emotional intelligence so much so Buffy herself admits she can’t fool Spike she can fool her friends BUT NOT SPIKE OR HERSELF EXCUSE ME MA’AM WHAT???????

AND Spike doesn’t just uselessly MOPE forever he gets some perspective and is like I know what I’m gonna do to her back and I’m gonna go do that now! 😁👍🏻 showing he never stays down for long and is always gonna get back up to keep fighting for his love while BOTH he and Buffy still honor the truce even though he’s broken it by coming back??? While Buffy’s all “I violently dislike you” YEAH OK GIRL WHATEVER YOU SAY *enemies to lovers girlies chomping at the bit intensifies*

Season 4:

CLEARLY heartbroken about Drusilla (DEVOTED!!!) but it’s turned into anger and resentment directed at Harmony who how bizarre looks nothing like Drusilla but A LOT like Buffy…… hmmmmmmmmmmmmm HOW INTERESTING *enemies to lovers girlies are vibrating with anticipation that turns into a full blown combustion when something blue happens*

Spike doesn’t pretend to love Harmony in order to get what he wants from her (shown in direct contrast to Parker) he’s ironically very honest despite being a villain - he’s showing he’s STILL loyal to Drusilla in ONLY loving her even after she’s dumped him... again!

We see Spike treat Buffy the EXACT same way he treated Drusilla during something blue reaffirming THIS IS HOW THIS MAN LOVES WHEN HE LOVES YOU. He’s extremely affectionate, helpful, protective, caring - D E V O T E D - and is truly just the most certified lover boy we’ve ever fucking seen

Season 5:

SURPRISE HE’S SECRETLY A LOVESICK MAMA’S BOY POET AT HEART UNDERNEATH THE BAD BOY PERSONA AND A PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER AND NOW BUFFY AND HER FAMILY’S MOST LOYAL DEFENDER AND IS WILLING TO DIE NOT JUST FOR BUFFY BUT FOR ALL THE SUMMERS WOMEN AND HE KNOWS AND SEES BUFFY SO DEEPLY AND INTIMATELY AND CAN HOLD SPACE FOR HER PAIN LIKE NO ON ELSE CAN AND SHOWS THE DEVOTION THAT ONCE BELONGED TO DRUSILLA NOW BELONGS TO BUFFY AND IT IS GOING NOWHERE EVEN WHEN SHE DIES AND WE'VE SEEN IN HIM CRY BEFORE BUT NEVER HAVE WE SEEN HIM BREAK DOWN LIKE HE DOES AT THE SIGHT OF BUFFY'S BODY!!!!!!!!!!!

*all of us screaming, crying, throwing up, climbing the walls and generally just losing our minds*

Season 6:

No soul, his love is so great for Buffy as is his loyalty and devotion to her, he now helps all of his dead love’s friends fight evil and is raising her sister and dreams of saving her every night for 148 nights 🤚🏻😭 don’t even fucking talk to me I can’t take it

Forgive the absolute 180 in tone change here:

Dick game is FIRE - his touch is the only thing that makes Buffy feel alive AND SHE WAS IN HEAVEN BRO SHE KNOWS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE IN HEAVEN AND SPIKE IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING HER GOING like damn girl yes YOU FUCK THAT HOUSE DOWN!!! Also he is now just naked 50% of the time just to drive us all even FURTHER out of our minds and somehow has just gotten even hotter as the seasons have gone on like this is what’s been hiding under the leather jacket all this time! Enjoy!

And THE MOST unintended consequence of jw’s vindictive writing:

SPITE

He clearly didn’t want us to love Spike and tried to manipulate us into hating him in such a blatant and clumsy ooc attempt all that did was weed out the weakest amongst the Spuffy/Spike fans until all that remained were us:

The most devoted and stubborn fans who REFUSED to have the thing they loved ruined or taken away from us and were smart enough to see through his bullshit manipulation attempt in the first place.

Genuinely they created the equivalent of supersoilder strength level fans with this absolutely lethal combination of events 💀

AND THEN as if all that wasn't enough he goes and gets his soul on purpose for Buffy so he can be the man she deserves and she can love him without hating herself for loving him despite the immense pain it will cause him which is the most selfless thing we have ever seen anyone do for Buffy only to be topped when he sacrifices himself to destroy the hellmouth, save the world and free her from Sunnydale!!! Plus ya know once he gets the soul even though he did it for her he never tries to use that as leverage to get anything from her like he truly expects nothing from her at all but still wants to help her and James delivers the most devastating performances we've ever fucking seen, finally tells her friends off which has needed to happen for 5 seasons, the "you're the one speech" him being a dad to all the potentials with Buffy giving us supernatural parent core who made it through their rough patch with their first kid in season 6 with Dawn and now are just the beautiful team with their found family and Buffy finally has someone who can truly carry her burdens with her and just all the tenderness and devotion they both deserve after so many years of pain and fighting. Basically giving the audience the message that even if you have a metric ton of pain and trauma there are people out there who see you and understand you and there is a chance for you to heal both together and separately to build your own version of a more normal and stable life. It's a message of such hope and I personally know several people, including myself who watched what Spike and Buffy have and it inspired us to look at the relationships we were in and realize we deserved SO MUCH MORE than what we were getting and in my case it turned out I was being emotionally abused and manipulated that entire time!! Much like Buffy was by both Riley and Angel. So it isn't an exaggeration to say Spuffy saved my life in a lot of ways both in being there for me at such a dark time and helping me draw a map of how to get out. Not to mention loving them in fandom spaces has helped me connect with so many people just like me who share very similar experiences and have helped me feel so much less alone and has helped me heal in so many ways 🖤

Spuffies get "hOw cAn yOu liKe sPiKe aFtEr wHaT hE dId" all the fucking time and truly the better question is how can you NOT like Spike???? HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION AT ALL??? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT GOOD RELATIONSHIPS NEED TO WORK?? BECAUSE AT THEIR CORE SPUFFY HAS THEM ALL!

It's jw writing so NOTHING will escape his toxic bullshit but Spike - because he was hated by jw for so long - so much of the time when he tried to make Spike less popular he just kept making him better and more complex and more and more targeted to the female gaze which is exactly why he snapped and made the choices he literally forced everyone else to go along with despite their protests with that scene to make it the most traumatizing scene in all of Buffy history not just for the audience but for the actors as well because yes it is incredibly horrific and upsetting to watch (which is why I skip it on rewatches) but I still am able to see if for what it is which is a narcissist lashing out at people he hates because he hasn't been able to control them and too bad for him I refuse to be manipulated by his bullshit so it failed completely and made so many of us that much more stubbornly protective of Spike and his and Buffy's relationship not just from other fans but from the creator himself 🙃🖕🏻like he basically just trauma bonded us to Spike and Buffy which has led to the creation of one of the most devoted, loyal, intelligent fanbases who is absolutely unhinged (affectionate) with their love of this character and his relationship which is why we are all still creating and writing about this character 25 year later and show absolutely zero signs of slowing down or stopping 💀

#spuffy #spike btvs #meta #btvs meta #spike and buffy meta #spike btvs meta #spuffy meta #also every spuffy I know shares so much life experiences and personality traits with buffy herself like we are often making choices #and judgements about the narrative from the perspective of buffy herself & we’re all picking spike #so many people who pick other love interests truly so often rarely see buffy for who she is either #if you don’t get spuffy you don’t truly understand buffy herself

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Crossed Lines. Kai Anderson Smut.

Holy shit y’all. Here it is. My longest fic so far. Over 3,000 words lol. So this is something I came up with in my deranged head after watching YOU on Netflix. I hope you enjoy, my little princesses. WARNINGS! Slapping. Spanking. Attempted assault. (not by Kai) Toxic relationship. Brutal violence. Fingering. Oral! Male recieving! PnV! Unprotected sex. Injury.

You had it.

Kai was downstairs screaming nonsense at his members. You started packing your bag. You both had gotten into a terrible fight because you refused to participate in killing someone.

“It’s time you prove to me your loyalty.” Kai had said to you.

“Prove my loyalty? For gods sake Kai. I’m not going to kill someone!” You responded back sharply.

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I’m not giving you a choice.” He said coldly. You balled up your fists.

“I said. No.”

He slapped you in response. After the shock, You slapped him back. You both stood there in silence before you marched away. Never would you allow someone to put their hands on you. You couldn’t go lower than you already had by being with him. He had taken your virginity two weeks ago, left you in a sweaty, aching pool in bed. He hadn’t even pleasured you. Just took it and left you laying there. You teared up at the memory as you continued packing and finished shoving in your last shirt.

You were wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, your sneakers hit the floor as you slammed the bedroom door behind you and you walked down the hallway. Passing his dead parents room, you heard rushing behind you and you turned, ready to scream at Kai for chasing you down but instead you found winter starting at you in horror.

“What are you doing?” She questioned you and you pointed to your backpack.

“What does it look like?” You snapped at her and she looked around nervously.

“You can’t leave. Kai won’t let you. If you try, he’ll hunt you down and bring you back here. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

You chuckled humorously. “He already has.” You started to move away but she grabbed your arm.

“I’m begging you. Don’t leave. I promise I can try to help you here. But just stay. He won’t rest until he finds you.” You jerked out of her hold and left the house without another word.

You stayed at a friends house, your childhood best friend who you hadn’t seen in several weeks after getting together with Kai. Who called your phone over 100 times when you left that night. You had to get a new phone with some of your stolen cash you took from the house. You imagined the horrible text messages he no doubt sent you, threatening you and telling you how pathetic it was that you left.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out with us tonight?” Your friend asked with sad eyes. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.” She told you.

“No, it’s okay, y/f/n. I’ll be fine. He won’t find me here.”

She left blowing you a kiss and you quickly put on your only pair of sneakers and you left the house in the opposite direction. There was a book store open late and you were dying to get your hands on a book, to distract you from what you’d done.

As you walked down the street, that’s when you paused in fear.

Someone, a man, stood yards away from you, wearing a clown mask. You knew it wasn’t Kai, his mask was different but you knew in your gut it was part of his cult. You gasped and ran back to the apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you.

But Winter was standing there in the living room. Her expression down as she came to you. Holding a knife. You backed away from her, holding your hands up. You were bigger than her, you knew you could force her away from you but she had a weapon. If Kai demanded her, she would do whatever he asked.

“If you just come back calmly, we won’t have to hurt you.” She said, desperate for you to listen. “Please, Y/n, come back peacefully. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really? Is that why you stand by Kai and his insanity? You’re all fucking crazy!” You yelled at her.

“Just calm down. Please. He’s been even worse without you. He sent us to come get you and bring you back. He’s not going to hurt you anymore.” She pleaded, coming closer.

“He never should have hurt me in the first place.” You replied to her.

The door burst open and the other clown came in. He was Holding a pair of handcuffs. He lunged at you. You ran to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen scissors. Winter neared you as well. You swung them wildly at both of them. “Get the fuck away from me.” You said to both of them, hating yourself for almost crying. “I’ll call the cops and tell them everything.”

“Shut your mouth.” The male said, growling at you as he pulled out another knife.

“Fuck you. And fuck Kai.” You screamed. “How did he know where I was?”

“He always knew where you were, he just waited for the right time.” Winter said.

You took off in a run, the bedroom had a large window you could escape from. You darted inside the room, yanking open the window but before you could climb out, a large hand clapped over your mouth and yanked you back. You moved rapidly, kicking and then you bit down on the hand.

“Fucking bitch.” The male said and threw you on the bed.

He tore off his mask. He was a new member you hadn’t met before. “Enough of this shit. Kai doesn’t get to have all the fun.” He lustfully looked at your body and you shrank back in fear.

He sliced off your pants with the knife, cutting your skin as he ripped them off. “Help!” You screamed but he hit you hard across the face.

“Stop it! Kai will kill you!” Winter screamed at him as she tried to stab him with the knife but he was stronger than both of you.

He yanked your legs apart and started to grind down his erection on you. You clawed at his face, scratching and you hit him as hard as you could. He winced and gave you the opportunity to try and run. But as you made to run, he grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. He flipped you on your back, aiming the knife above your face. You covered your face with your arms.

“No!” A new voice came and you all stopped fighting each other. You looked up, still pinned to the floor.

Kai stood at the door. Wearing all black, just like you and his eyes were burning with rage as he saw the mystery man holding onto you. Your pants sliced off and blood dripping down your legs.

You blacked out from fear, everything going dark.

You came too, unsure of how much time had passed and you knew where you were. You were in Kai’s basement on the couch. Your bare legs were scratched and a hand print circled your ankle. You were alone.

You burst into tears. You never wanted to see inside this basement again.

“No need for tears, y/n.” Kai’s voice interrupted you and you whipped around to see him standing in a dark corner. He came out, wearing a button down shirt and black sweatpants. He was holding a first aid kit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You said to him, hating how your voice was breaking from crying. He came over to you, ignoring how you tried to disappear as he sat next to you.

He took you leg but you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me.” You shrieked at him and he paused.

“You’re hurt. These need to be addressed.” He said matter of fact.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” You said sharply at him. Holding out your hand for the kit. Blood dripped from the lacerations on your thighs and Kai shook his head, disappointed.

“No. Let me do it. And then we’ll talk.” He pulled your leg back, more forceful and both your legs were across his lap. You stayed silence as he gently padded your wounds with saline, it only stung a little.

His fingers expertly wrapped you in bandages, and he secured them with tape. He had never been this gentle with you before. You stilled as he leaned down and pressed kisses along the white bandages, you weren’t able to move as he moved over to you. His hands gliding over your arms and shoulders. “I thought he was going to kill you.” He whispered, his lips finding your cheeks. And nose. He continued kissing your face, as they grew sloppier.

You hated yourself for not moving away from him quicker, hating yourself for loving the new affection he was giving you. Kai’s lips moved towards yours and you finally moved away, getting up, standing and limping a few feet away.

“I can’t stay here, Kai.” You stood your ground, forcing yourself to be strong.

Kai’s mouth pressed into a line and you could see his patience was wearing thin. “you already left me, Y/n. You tried to hide from me and look what happened. You got hurt. What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped in?” He reminded you.

“You’ve hurt me, Kai! You hit me! You give me no attention. You never hug me. Kiss me. Or anything. You just used me one time for sex and you just left me laying there like I was just something to fuck! You hurt me more than he did!” You screamed at him. “Of course I left. I couldn’t take it anymore.” It felt so good to let it all out.

“Is that what this is about?” His tone was short. “Just because I don’t hug you enough?”

“You didn’t listen to a word I fucking said.” You almost ripped your hair out at the root. “Let me go. I don’t want to be apart of this insanity.”

Kai stood up quickly and met you, you tried to cower back but his grip firmly locked on your jaw. “You can’t leave, little lamb. You mean too much to me.” He whispered.

“Bullshit.” You tried to move away but his hold was too tight, nearly bruising.

“Losing you only made me realize how much I want you. You deserve to be treated like a queen, lamb. You know that? Let me prove it to you.”

“How?” You said, exhausted from fighting.

Kai whistled. Several seconds later and all his members came flooding down, dragging the man who attacked you by his elbows. You jerked away from the man, and Kai lightly held you by the arm.

“Gentlemen, bring this traitor before me.” He commanded and they at once brought the tied man to his knees before Kai. His mouth was gagged and his arms and legs were tied with thick rope.

He shook violently as he tried to get out. Kai chuckled and you gasped as he pulled out a long blade from Speedwagon.

Kai knelt down, meeting the man eye to eye. “You really fucked up, didn’t you? Trying to touch what’s mine? Hurting her? I had to bandage her delicate flesh. You spilled her blood. Now, I get to spill yours.” Your heart hammered as the man screamed behind his gag.

Kai lunged forward, stabbing him multiple times, you wanted to cover your eyes but you couldn’t as Kai grabbed him by the head and slit the blade across his throat. Blood gushed from his neck as he fell over, dead within seconds.

Kai turned towards you with a sick smirk on his face. He dropped the blade. “Leave us. Reflect on what happens if anyone of you dare come close to touching what belongs to me.”

Everyone left, taking the body with them. You trembled. Kai had just murdered for you. Was this all part of his manipulation? His previous gentle touch. Was that all part of his act he was so good at?

“Was that supposed to make me stay? Just because you murdered him?” Kai clicked his tongue and his thumb wiped away a free falling tear on your cheek.

“Stop talking about leaving. You belong to me, y/n. We will always be together.” You shook your head and Kai’s jaw tightened.

“Stop doing that. Stop fucking denying me.” He was getting louder. You flinched back before you could help it.

“Stop it, Kai. You can’t just get what you want this way.” you half expected him to scream at you more but instead, Kai dropped to his knees beneath you.

His hands rubbed up and down your bare thighs, grazing the band of your underwear. Your stomach dropped as his head rested on your stomach.

“No. I’m not going to lose you.” He said quietly, you felt his mouth on your bare skin as he lifted your shirt. “You’re right…I should have treated you better.” His hot mouth peppered kisses along your hips and you couldn’t pull away as he gripped the back of your thighs.

“What are you doing?” You half moaned at the end as he started sucking your skin.

“Don’t you see? There’s not a line, in the world, that I wouldn’t cross for you.” Kai pleaded, looking up at you with dark eyes.

You wanted to give in, despite how wrong it was. Your hands settled on his shoulders and kai took the opportunity to lift you, forcing your legs around his waist as he carried you to the couch. He set you down, your legs straddling his waist as he sat down. You atop of him.

Kai leaned forward as you settled on his lap. His lips finding your pulse point as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your sensitive spots as you shuddered. His hands pulled your sweatshirt up, exposing your torso and bra. His mouth found the valley of your breasts as he started tearing your bra off, yanking the sweatshirt over your head.

Kai moved with urgency as he wrapped his lips around your perked nipple, sucking gently and your head fell back. This felt so good. This was what you wanted secretly. His lips on you. His teeth pulled at the bud, and you moaned as he rolled his clothed dick into you.

“See, how much I want you, princess?” He whispered. His mouth found yours in a feverish kiss. He opened his mouth, forcing you to the same and he shoved his tongue in your mouth. He had never kissed you like this, never with such brutal passion. His left hand wrapped around the back of your head as he deepens the kiss by sucking your lower lip.

Your hands went into his hair as he continued kissing you, sloppily as your center grew wetter and wetter as he thrusted his hips up. “Kai.” You whimpered.

Kai shoved you face forward on the couch, you gasped as he slapped your ass. You heard his belt undo and you heard him fumble with his pants as he yanked them down. His hands found your neck as he pressed the tip inside you as you were on all fours.

Your body jolted with wetness as he started slamming into you, deep enough that your walls clenched around him. You felt full as pleasure grew in your belly. His other hand found your hair as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me.” He said, you obeyed. Licking his fingers and he pulled them out and started playing with your clit.

Your breath constricted. He hadn’t touched you like this before. His fingers circled your clit rapidly, as he slammed his hips against your ass. Both your bodies moved against each other. “Kai, I’m close.” You groaned.

“Cum for me. Show me.” He slapped your ass again and you nearly screamed as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your body halted as you felt him empty inside you, you didn’t worry as you were still on birth control.

Seconds passed and he turned you around, his swollen cock in your face. “Open that pretty little mouth.” You leaned forward and licked the tip to the baseline of his dick. “I want you to taste how good we are together.” His head lolled to the side as you started sucking gently.

Your teeth very lightly grazed the tip and he moaned deep within his chest as you bobbed your head up and down, the tip brushing your gag reflex.

“That’s it, choke on daddy’s cock, little lamb.” He encouraged and pulled your hair back, too hard but you didn’t mind the pressure.

He moved into your mouth and you gagged, your jaw tightening as he filled your mouth. “Fuck. Fucking shit.” He muttered as you licked him again.

He pulled back. “Your turn.” You didn’t have time to think as he pushed you back, pushing your legs open. He knelt on the floor. Grabbing the back of your ass as he pulled your pussy to his face. He wrapped his lips around your clit, you let out little gasps as he laid his tongue flat against you, your folds convulsing as he lapped at your pussy, diving inside you and then dragging his tongue back to your clit.

You rode his face as he licked you, “You taste so fucking good,” he praised you. “You’re such a pathetic little slut, you know that? So wet for me.”

Your pleasure grew as it was about to burst.

Kai didn’t let you come, stopping right before you exploded. You let out a whine as he crawled over you, shoving his cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. “Come on, you can moan better than that.” He said, thrusting deep inside you.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin but he couldn’t care less. Your head pressed against his shoulder as he moved, his cock touching the deepest parts of you.

Your release came in a wildfire, you let out a loud scream, panting as he came to his finish. Spilling into you, both of your orgasm merging together as he let out a loud moan. He shook as he emptied inside you. You both tried to catch your breath as he stayed inside you for several seconds. He finally pulled out.

He cleaned himself up with a rag, he dragged the cloth over you as you mewled at the feeling.

He slid his boxers on and you put your underwear back on. You expected him to leave but he laid next to you on the couch, pulling your body near his as he pressed your head against his chest. You were quiet as his fingers lightly traced your bare skin of your back.

Soon, your eyes drifted shut, and you felt a uncharacteristic light kiss on your forehead. You looked at him through your lashes and he met your gaze. He stayed silent as you reached up, pressing a kiss to his lips and he finally let you, letting his guard down.

Tagging. @spill-the-t

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weebsinstash · 2 months

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Now that I saw that doodle Vox made again, I'm just wondering how tf he knew Alastor has hooves

Also noticed that he was a lil fixated on Al's ass in that same doodle so there's that :>

I literally searched the Hazbin wiki for the source and couldn't find it but I've seen multiple people posting some screenshot of some website that says, Velvette previously stated Vox had an Alastor body pillow, and I don't know if that's an old Voxtagram post or more recent but it's been living in my head rent free ever since

Like there have been so many Viv streams and q&a's that have mildly spoiled things or mentioned facts that have since become non canon so I'm not sure what to listen to anymore but dude, reading the wiki of all the amalgamated facts is A TRIP. Vox is Actually Totally Correct: despite Alastor having his gentlemanly persona and some weird "serial killer moral code, like dexter", he canonically has awful oral hygiene and both Vivzie and... Fautisse? Have mentioned this. His demon form has black gums. Vivzie said he "probably doesn't prioritize oral hygiene" and also probably wasn't a cannibal in life so that's literally a new hobby he picked up in death so also um. THE SECOND THIS MAN HAD FREE REIGN AND THERE WAS NO RULE OF LAW OR CONSEQUENCES HE DECIDED TO START EATING PEOPLE SO LET THAT SINK IN.

You start reading Alastor's wiki page and it makes it pretty clear he's like DERANGED, hypocritical, he's like borderline a megalomaniac? It's all hidden behind this, persona, this wall he puts up, his well put together demeanor that allegedly never cracks, but underneath his showmanship he's a haughty, insecure, judgy, gossipy, genuine FREAK who responds with insults and violence whenever he can who relishes in trolling people and scaring them, literally enjoys knowing when he's making people uncomfortable

I have so many conflicting feelings but like PRETTY SURE HIS VERSE IN THE FINALE WAS A VILLAIN SONG, HE'S LITERALLY SINGING ABOUT BEING PISSED AND WANTING TO RETALIATE BECAUSE HE'S BEING FORCED TO DO STUFF HE DOESN'T WANT TO

THUS

I AM CONVINCED VOX IS JUST A BOTTOM AND A SLUT WHO THINKS ALASTOR IS JUST REALLY COOL AND HAS A ONE SIDED PATHETIC BOY CRUSH

Bro the sound I fucking made when his wiki trivia says he's been described as "painfully white, like phlegm in the back of your throat white" NO DONT DO MY TV MAN LIKE THIS 😭🤣

Anyways, you've probably seen the posts but for someone who claims to be so hip and modern, Vox goes out of his way to dress similarly to Alastor. The coat with lapels in the front and a tail in the back, a bow tie with a cravat, cuffed sleeves, intentionally or not the color contrast of Vox's hands resembles Alastor's and Vox CAN customize his body...

He's just. I just completely forget sometimes that Alastor literally called him OLD PAL in episode 3 and yes he was obviously saying it to talk down to him but like ALASTOR DID ACKNOWLEDGE HISTORY BETWEEN THEM, and also oh wait what's this, Vivzie has confirmed Vox and the Vees are major antagonists of Season 2 and that Vox and Alastor's history is going to be expanded upon so.... radiostatic shippers stay winning ha ha

I read a post that I meant to reblog that was something like "Vox is actually an incredibly cunning charismatic manipulative businessman who is a legitimate threat and we see this for all of 5 minutes and the second Alastor is mentioned he starts completely coming apart" and it's SO TRUE, he can be ur angel or ur devil. He's a legitimately OP threat and he's also A PATHETIC SAD FAILHUSBAND. Give me Vox who's efficiently marketing more hypnosis equipment to substantially grow his own wealth and manipulating his shareholders and then he's going back to his computer room with some popcorn and kicking his little feeties as he watches his darling and Alastor on like 30 different monitors. Give me Vox who can know the INSTANT someone is trying to go behind his back and double cross him because he has mass surveillance all over the city and he's using his endless resources to develop high end 3d printers to make posable figures of his crush and Alastor.

Give me Vox who loses his cool and insults you to your face and you two get into a huge argument and maybe Velvette and Valentino lash out at you in defense of him and he's going to his room and crying from frustration into his body pillows totally not plural, totally not ones of you and Alastor and calling himself a stupid idiot because he hurt your feelings and then spends the next like week SUFFOCATINGLY showing up almost every single place you are and embarrassing himself as he tries to bond with you and prove to you what CLEARLY AWESOME boyfriend material he is

#yandere x reader #yandere hellaverse #yandere hazbin hotel #sinprompts #hh

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clownprince · 1 year

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The way Arkham Origins Joker goes from wanting Batman's head on a platter to rambling about how he's head over heels for him to the first person who will listen within like 24 hours because Batman saved his miserable little life is so unbelievably funny and pathetic and sad. Babygirl you are deranged

#local man experiences one (1) act of mercy and falls in love immediately #AND THEN HIS NEXT LITTLE PLOT IS TRYING TO GET BATMAN TO SAVE HIS LIFE AGAIN. TO CHOOSE HIM OVER BANE #HE'S SO PATHETIC #he switches up so fast #batjokes #arkhamverse #text post #my stuff

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thesithdiaries · 2 years

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One-Sided Love (Criston Cole imagine)

Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader

Requested: Yes Warnings: criston is psychotic in this because love makes you crazy and im not kidding, criston is deranged and in desperate need of grippy socks, this is depressing, borderline pathetic, alexa play that should be by justin bieber and give this man alcohol, mentions of what's happening in the show so from ep 2 to 5, angst, the terrible “one sided love” trope, he goes apeshit in this, you have been warned

Part 2

Thanks to Princess Rhaenyra, Criston Cole joined the Kingsguard. It was nerve-wracking, to be in charge of the King’s (and his family’s) safety.

King Viserys tasked him with Rhaenyra’s protection on his first day.

Criston was following the Princess along the Keep, taking mental notes to try and remember important places. Just as they were going to head back to her bedchamber's, they heard a pleased sigh.

“Nyra!” A girl exclaimed, making the Princess turn around. To Criston’s confusion, they ran towards each other, coming together in a hug. “I have missed you terribly.”

“And I you,” the Princess replied. “What are you doing here at this late hour?”

“I decided to spend a time with you here, to give my parents a rest. You know how they are with me,” the girl confessed. “We sent a letter to your father, did he not tell you about it?”

Rhaenyra looked down for a few seconds, before looking up at her friend. “We haven't spoken much, since mother passed.” Y/N frowned. “Do not worry about it, I’m glad you came.”

Criston stood motionless as they walked towards him. He finally got to properly look at her. The girl was beautiful.

“Ser Criston, this is my cousin, Y/N,” Rhaenyra introduced them. The girl smiled at him, while he softly nodded his head. “Come, Y/N, we have much to talk about. Good night, Ser Criston.” Both girls walked quickly towards the Princess's bedchamber, the giggles echoing through the hall.

Criston stood outside of the chambers all night, still mesmerized by her.

Months went on and Criston was in love with Y/N.

He had to accompany Otto Hightower to retrieve a dragon’s egg. All that time away from the Keep made him sad. He did not like staying away from Y/N at all. Even if they were not in the same space, he felt a sense of comfort knowing she was close. What if something went wrong? What if there was an attack on the castle? Who was going to protect her?

When they returned safely to King’s Landing during the night, he headed towards the kitchens. He knew she would be there because she loved getting a refreshment before going to bed. Criston heard voices, her voice.

He acted as if he did not know she would be there, to avoid being painfully obvious about what his intentions were. Criston walked like he was exhausted, grimacing at the rough movements. The voices stopped as he walked in, making him look up, surprised. “Oh, Lady Y/N,” he gasped. “My apologies, I did not think anyone would be here at this hour.”

“Ser Criston! You came back,” she smiled sweetly, pulling a chair out so he could sit. Oh, gods. Criston took a seat nervously. “You must be so tired.”

“Oh, um,” he cleared his throat, “not really.” I am exhausted but you come first.

“Are you certain?” Criston nodded, leaving Y/N unconvinced. “Alright. Well, Rhaenyra told me everything. You must have been scared. I know I was terrified when I visited Dragonstone.”

Criston’s expression showed confusion. “You have visited Dragonstone before?”

“Yes, I believe I was 9 years younger at that time. The King was planning to go there with his family and invited me to go. It was breathtaking.” Y/N smiled at that memory.

Before he could even speak again, she departed, bidding him good night. Criston sat there by himself, saddened that she left but also content because he learned something about her.

She left.

Criston changed the day Y/N left King’s Landing to head back to her home. He was not even aware that she was departing, only found out when he heard two maids talking about it.

He truly felt empty inside, like his heart was not there. No goodbye, no warning, nothing he could touch to remember her. Only the memories of the few moments they spent together.

Two years have gone by and Y/N has not visited. She sent letters almost weekly. Unfortunately, he had not read one but peaked over the Princess’ shoulder to see the handwriting. It was gorgeous.

Princess Rhaenyra made several trips during that time, but Criston was told he had to stay back, as other knights had to go. He wanted to fight, to scream, to plead that he was the one that needed to do the journey because he was dying without her.

Rhaenyra always came back with gifts for the family. Intricate dresses, jewelry, and paintings. He was in awe because of it. Y/N had good taste. Seeing all those things made him smile. Maybe she was not there, but now he had something to look forward to every day.

The trip to Aegon’s second nameday hunt was filled with fantasies and dreams. Criston only thought about Y/N. Her hair, her skin, even the way she strutted with confidence. He missed her deeply.

To his surprise she was there, waiting for them.

Y/N and Rhaenyra hugged tightly since they had not seen each other for a while. She then greeted the King and the Queen, thanking them for the invitation. Lastly, Queen Alicent handed Aegon over to her, so she could carry him.

Criston smiled, the sight igniting even more fantasies in his head. Y/N would be an amazing mother. We would have beautiful children together. Once again, he shook his head at those improper thoughts.

Returning the little Prince to the Queen, Y/n spotted him. “Ser Criston! It has been so long since I saw you last, you look wonderful. How are you?”

Wonderful. “My Lady,” he said, bowing his head in greeting. “I am well, and you?”

“I am alright. Was quite bored with all the mindless chatter inside but now I have good company.” She heard her name being called from inside the tent. “My apologies, Ser Criston. I have been summoned.” She giggled playful, squeezing his hand and later walking towards the tent.

Her touch had not changed. Still warm and inviting. Criston let out a sigh of happiness. Finally, maybe she did care for him and was finally going to tell him she felt the same way. That was enough to give him the motivation and strength to be there.

She left. Again.

Y/N said her goodbyes after the hunt, stating that she had to return home. Since he was far away at the moment she was leaving, she waved at him. Criston waved back, earning a big smile from her.

I will miss you, my love.

They were on their way back to King’s Landing, sailing on a ship. Y/N had joined them on the tour to meet Rhaenyra’s many suitors.

During that time, Criston learned other things about her and what she likes. Y/N loves to tend the flowers in her home. Explains why he would always find her near the flowers outside of the Keep. She loves to read and learn new things. And is very smart, sharing that the Maester in her House taught her, as well as her Septa.

Criston stood by the door of the cabin as Rhaenyra and Y/N sat together.

“Did you see someone you liked?” Rhaenyra teased, causing a fit of giggles from Y/N.

“I did.” That reply alone made Criston tense up. She did? No. Gods no.

“Well then, please share. I would love to know who caught your eye.”

Y/N hesitated, but thanks to Rhaenyra's playful nudge, she said “It was in the Vale, the Arryn boy.”

The Vale. Criston remembers the boy. He was… handsome. He was not focused on the Princess at all during their visit. Instead, he centered his attention on Y/N. Criston had thought nothing of it. He was certain that Y/N would not even look his way.

Criston stopped listening to the girls as they kept talking about him. He gripped the handle of his sword tightly. Criston was furious. All he wanted to do was go to the Eyrie and find that boy. The only man that was worthy of Y/N’s love was him, not a petulant boy with no skills on how to love and protect a lady like her.

Criston broke his oath of chastity when he slept with Princess Rhaenyra.

He hated himself for it. He committed sin, broke his oath, and betrayed the woman he loved. Y/N would never forgive him if she knew he was unfaithful with her own cousin. He let himself be engulfed with jealousy and spite, he did not want to think anymore. He needed something to calm him down… and the Princess was the one that initiated it.

The journey from Driftmark back to King’s Landing was making Criston go insane. His world came crashing down while they waited for the King to speak with the Velaryons.

“I have to tell you something,” Y/N whispered, tugging at Rhaenyra's sleeve. She looked at her with concern.

“Yes, of course. What is it?” The Princess replied.

“I am betrothed…,” Y/N said, breaking out into a huge smile.

Criston slowly turned his head towards the two excited girls, the anger bubbling inside of him. He felt betrayed that she would just go and accept somebody else's marriage proposal. This is insulting.

“You are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling her dear cousin into a tight hug. “With who? The boy from the Vale?”

“Yes,” Y/N confirmed. “Him.”

“How did it all happen? When is the wedding? I want to know everything.” The Princess babbled on, making Y/N blush in embarrassment.

“Alright, firstly, his name is Jon. After I returned home, he visited. I had no idea he was going to do it. He spoke with my father and, to my surprise, he accepted. I am to leave for the Vale in two full moons.”

Two full moons? No. No, no, no. She cannot leave.

“How exciting! I imagine how happy you must feel,” Rhaenyra told her.

“I know how you feel about your own impending marriage, cousin. I wish it did not have to be in these circumstances,” Y/N lamented. “I did not want to say anything but I also did not want this to be a surprise in the future.”

“It is quite alright, Y/N. I love that you share your happiness with me,” the Princess assured her. “Tell me, am I invited to your wedding?”

Y/N laughed. “Of course you are. I would not dare to leave you out of it.”

The girls had not noticed the knight at all. Criston now had tears of frustration running down his face. It was supposed to be him. He wanted to run away with her to the Free Cities, where they could have a family and be free. He wanted to kill that boy.

“Ser Laenor is quite dear to me. As I know... the Princess is to you.” Ser Joffrey Lonmouth decided it was a good idea to speak to Criston.

His mind was clouded, all his emotions running berserk. Criston saw Princess Rhaenyra dancing with Lord Laenor, like she did not care about him.

After listening to the conversation he overheard at the ship, he snapped. Criston asked Rhaenyra to run away with him to Essos. If he could not have one, then he would settle for the other. He could pretend it was Y/N with him. Yet she shamelessly rejected him, citing that her duty to the throne was more important.

Criston was destroyed. He broke his oath in a moment of weakness and now it meant nothing. He also babbled to Queen Alicent about it. He might as well be dead right now.

Next thing he knew, he was on top of Joffrey. Punching him like a madman. His ears were ringing painfully, muffling the screams and cries of those around him. All he wanted was to eliminate the threat.

For this reason, he did not stop. He could not stop.

At the end, when Joffrey Lonmouth’s face was bashed in and was unrecognizable, he sat back. The ringing in his ears was diminishing, all the noises around him making his head hurt.

He saw a flash of gold next to him, so he turned his head. It was Y/N.

Criston’s heart dropped to his stomach as he took in the sight of her. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her beautiful gold-detailed dress was ripped.

He stood up, extending his hand towards her. He planned to get her to safety… without even realizing he was the danger. Y/N let out a cry, stepping away from him. “You are a monster.” She told him through tears.

Criston could not believe her words. He was no monster. He was her protector, her white knight. But in reality, that was far from the truth. He was clouded with obsession and that alone led to his downfall.

Part 2

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#hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #criston cole imagine #criston cole x reader

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baldursgate3gayz · 2 months

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I hate this god you have become (and miss the man you once were)

Trigger warning: death, talk of past abuse/sex abuse

Word Count: 5013

‘This was off-putting,’ Gale thought.

He’d received an unusual message, some stranger’s magical prayer to him that just had a location but no other information. Curiosity led him to follow the message, and when he opened his eyes after teleporting, he was even more confused.

It was a temple, one that was actually dedicated to himself, but unlike the others he had visited, this one seemed untaken care of. He was at the top of a grand stone staircase in the heart of some garden, but what was probably once a beautiful landscape was dead and dirty. The stone around him looked as if it had seen battled or been abused by some madman caretaker. The foliage that was around was welted and looked frail as they seemed one weak breeze away from collapsing. It felt uncomfortable; it made the god wary, and he almost left, but a pop from inside the temple caught his attention. He made his way to the building, attentive for anything out of the usual.

It was a rather grand temple despite its worn-down condition. It was a single large room with scattered about damaged pews, and in the center towards the back was a statue of Gale. There were some cracks and pieces missing from it, but was in the best condition out of everything else the god had seen. He almost didn’t notice the person standing at the foot og it, behind a stone table. They were wearing a long, worn down looking black robe that was so long it trailed on the floor around them. They had stark white hair with dulling blue tips that Gale just barely made out in the weak torch lighting that was dotted around the room. Gale’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it; there was only one person he knew with such hair.

They turned sharply, and Gale almost fell to the ground as Tharan revealed himself in the dim light. The half drow and god stared at each other. There was something off about the man, something Gale hadn’t seen in his other inactions with him. There was a craziness to his eyes, a wild, uncontrollable look. For the first time, Gale felt wary.

“Hello, Tharan,” He said, as he always did.

He waited for the other man to respond, as he always did. He wasn’t expecting him to clap so loudly that it echoed through the temple and rang in his ears. He also wasn’t expecting Tharan to turn back around and throw his arms out.

“Friends and family! We thank you for gathering here today as we take time to remember dear old Tharan,” The sorcerer’s voice boomed out, echoing through the temple. Gale frowned in confusion. “A man remembered by many as the leader of the group who defeated the Dead Three’s Absolute plot that would’ve destroyed all of Faerun!” There was a pop of a weak lightning spell that came from Tharan’s fingers. Gale wondered if it was supposed to add a weird dramatic affecting, especially when the half drow looked down at his hands and sighed. There was a deep sadness in his face, something the god had never quite seen before. “But!” He shouted unexpectedly, startling Gale as he snapped out of that sadness. “There was more to him than just the stories that are told so often nowadays. Like many heroes, he dropped off the map after his victory, becoming a deranged, pathetic old man, all for some old lover. One may call it Tharan’s Folly,” He practically shouted.

Those words made Gale angry. Whatever was going on with Tharan, that was a line too far, and he thought the half drow would’ve known that. Those words also echoed throughout the temple as if they were taunting the god. “Tharan, what in the hells is this?” He asked through his teeth, trying to get across his frustration so the other man would stop with the theatrics. Instead, the sorcerer turned around to look at him, a dramatic shocked expression on his face. “Gale!” He exclaimed in a disapproving tone. “I know your mother most definitely taught you proper manners during a funeral. It’s rather rude to interrupt the opening speech,” Tharan snapped. The god stared up at him for a second before shaking his head. “Funeral? I-” He cut himself off as he looked at the other man. That wildness that in the half drow’s eyes seemed to get worse. Tharan had acted strange the other times they had met since his ascension so he wondered if this was another one of those times. “What’s the meaning of all this? I feel like you’re trying to make some sort of point.” He said, crossing his arms. The other man’s eyebrow shot up. “Meaning? There is none; this is my funeral,” Tharan stated bluntly, scoffing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Gale frowned. “You are not dying, Tharan,” He said lowly; he didn’t find this joke funny. The half drow’s eyes narrowed down at him as he leaned down where he stood above the man at the top of the short set of stairs in front of the statue.

“How would you know?” The sorcerer hissed.

The god’s pounding, angry heart faltered, but he ignored it, pushing the building worried feeling away. “This is not funny, Tharan-” A loud, high-pitched fake laugh interrupted him. “And what about this isn’t funny? After all, it’s only the death of me,” The half drow said with a snide angry voice. That sick, worried feeling in Gale’s gut deepened and started to crawl to his chest. For a long moment, they stared at each other. The god felt his skin cry under the glaring eyes of the other man, filled with so much anger. Tharan opened his mouth as if ready to say something, but he stopped and shook his head. “You know what’s truly funny?” He asked instead, stepping to the side of the alter, his ragged robe bellowing behind him. Gale wondered if he somehow enchanted it to have a dramatic flare.

“When Mystra broke up with you, you isolated yourself. You drove everyone wavy while wallowing in your own pity,” The half drow said, a taunting smile on his lips. The God opened his mouth to snap at the other and reprimand him for bringing up that horrible bitch’s name, but Tharan continued before he could. “When you left me, I did the same thing. I drove everyone away as I morphed into a cold, bitter old man,” Anger seeped through Tharan’s voice as he began to descend down the stairs. “That wasn’t the same! I was a danger to people!” Gale managed to counter, puffing out his chest. “Either way, I’ve always been here for you! I’ve reached out countless times!” He was shocked when the sorcerer rolled his eyes. “Four times is not countless, Gale. And either way, what makes you think I’m not a danger?” Tharan asked, his voice condescending as if he was talking to a disobedient child and not a god. But that did make Gale pause for a moment; there was no way it had only been four times. There had to have been more; there had to be.

Still, the god shook his head. “Why did you call me here, Tharan?” He questioned, trying to ignore the anger he felt. Again, the half drow laughed a fake, dry laugh. “I already told you, it’s my funeral! I mean, who else would show up than the dead man and his ex-lover?” Tharan snapped, his voice getting louder with every word. Gale stared up at him for a moment, trying to figure out just what exactly was going on. The sorcerer was talking crazy to the point where the god was worried the other man had been drugged and maybe cursed. “You aren’t making any sense,” Gale decided to say, taking a step back as he frowned deeper. The sorcerer’s glare deepened, and stepped closer to the other man, leaving into his space. “Godhood has made you dumb, it seems,” Tharan taunted, shaking his head. “Very well, allow me to spell it out for you. No one else is here, and there is no one else coming,” The man finished his sentence with an overdramatic flourish of his robe. The god’s mouth fell open in confusion, and he tried to find logic in the other man. He could keep fighting this, but he felt it would be an endless cycle, especially with the half drow’s tenacity he seemed to have now. Instead, Gale threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, I will play along,” He sighed. “Why aren’t they coming?”

“Why don’t you think!?” Tharan screamed, which made the god stumble back at his volatility. The echoes of the screams ringing in his ears. “I’ve driven them all away! I’ve spent the past eighty years thinking about one person, talking about one fucking person,” The screams were strained, hysterical as the half drow’s eyes filled with immense hate. “I have gone from loving to hating you back and forth for so long. No one wanted to watch it anymore,” Tharan finished, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Gale’s mind felt scattered from his sudden outburst as he scrambled to find something to say. “I..” He stammered, especially as the gaze of hate the sorcerer was giving him intensified. The god had a desire to match the anger he was getting, almost as if to show the other man just how ridiculous he was acting. “If they were your friends, they should’ve tried to help you,” He tried to say with confidence; he wasn’t sure if he was successful. “They did!” The half drow howled. “Do you know how many times I heard them say I was dying over you? That I was killing myself with the grief of you leaving me? They couldn’t handle it anymore,” Tharan cried out.

Anger began boiling in Gale, his fists clenched. He felt betrayed, thrown into the fire of something that was not what it seemed. “Did they tell you that?” He asked. “Are they the ones that made me the villain of this story of yours?” The sorcerer’s face suddenly grew deadly serious. “You were the villain as soon as you used that crown,” He said, cold and quiet. The god tried desperately to ignore the hurt ache his heart gave at that, brushing off that horrible feeling that was filling his chest. “Well, if they truly cared, they wouldn’t have given up,” Gale tried to argue back with a forced smug grin. Some part of him was screaming, disgusted by his words towards the half drow. This was Tharan he was talking to, the love of his life, but he felt this need to stand his ground. He didn’t want to be the villain; he didn’t think he was, or so he believed. “It’s been a long time since we defeated the absolute Gale; I doubt you realize that,” The sorcerer answered somberly. It was the first time in their interaction that the god heard a deep, true sadness in his voice. His eyes were clouded with grief. Again, the god’s heart thumped painfully. “That Tharan from then died the day you became a god. My friends… Our friends had to pull away for their own well-being. They no longer wanted to see what I had become,” Tharan turned away, staring off blankly. “I couldn’t argue against them; I didn’t want them to see this husk of their dead friend anymore either, so I agreed to stay away,” He finished quietly, still staring off. Gale swallowed against his tight throat.

“You aren’t dead, Tharan,” He said, voice shakey despite his efforts to try and seem confident.

There was a very long stretch of silence as the god stared at the half drow. He was still looking off, face stone still. Gale felt that itch to try and fill the silence; he wanted to step forward and fix this. He could if he offered the power of a god to the other man again, and Tharan accepted it. He could mend this, and everything would be fine. That feeling eating away at his chest would go away, the half drow would be the man Gale remembered, and all of this would fade away into a horrible memory. Before he could open his mouth, though, Tharan slowly turned his head to look at Gale. A fearful shudder shot through the god’s spine at those dead eyes boring into him.

“I might as well be.” He said, voice flat and low.

Those words felt like knives in Gale’s chest, the pain making all the air the god had vanish. Any confidence he had built disappeared to shame. He desperately tried to brush it away, but those cold eyes fixated on him wouldn’t let it. It was almost like the half drow was controlling the feeling deep in Gale. Eventually, Tharan’s eyes drifted away as he walked past the god, his dramatic robe brushing against his skin. The man stood at the entrance of the temple, looking out into the dark night sky. The god turned to look at him fully, fighting the desire to reach out and place his hand on the half drow’s shoulder.

“Do you know what makes this all just… so much worse?” Tharan eventually asked. “I caused all of this. If I had stood my ground, tried harder to sway you from this path, then maybe…” He looked over his shoulder at Gale. His eye, the one Volo had replaced, was far duller than the god remembered it being. “What do you mean?” Gale asked softly. The sorcerer’s eye flickered away again. “When we were in Baldur’s Gate after we found the book of Karsus. You showed me the Outer Planes, you asked me if I would agree to you using the crown,” The sorcerer’s eyes came back to Gale’s. The god remembered, at least kind of. “I protested at first. I said that I didn't need a god, that I just wanted you as you were, but you pushed back, and I…” Tharan’s eyes squeezed shut as he turned away from the god again. His shoulders shook very slightly, and Gale swore he heard a muffled sob. “I didn’t want to lose you,” The half drow started, his voice shaky. “You were the best thing I had ever experienced in so many years, and I was terrified of losing you,” He gave an unamused laugh; it was forced. “That’s why I agreed, but I lost you anyway. All I did was sentence myself to another eighty years of misery,” The sorcerer said. There was another stifled sob, but this time it was louder. Gale frowned in confusion as he gained the confidence to reach out for the other man. “Another?” The god asked softly, just as he was about to place his hand on the other man’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Tharsn’s entire body went rigid and snapped around, causing Gale to stumble back from the suddenness of it all. The half drow’s eyes were so wide. There were some specks of tears, but there was also a crazed, angry look. This anger was different, though; this was something Gale had never seen before from the man. This was a boiling, roaring disgust, a deep-seated hatred that must have been festering for a long, long time, and the god was the one responsible for it. He didn’t need to be told; he could feel it blazing in the other man’s eyes. He was so distracted by the hate that he was caught off guard by the howling screech Tharan let out.

“I cannot believe I was so foolish!” He screamed, echoing not only in the temple but to the courtyard below. “How unbelievably fucking stupid of me,” The sorcerer’s arms were being thrown about as he began wildly moving. Gale’s stomach turned into anxious knots at the erratic movements. “What a godsdamn waste of eighty fucking years!” Tharan screamed; it was strained as he did it at the top of his lungs. An explosive pop came out of the half drow’s fingertips as he bellowed out. Gale felt the heat of the magic from his spot, and it burned through the ground with as much anger as the other man seemed to have. “Tharan!” The god shouted, taking another step back to avoid the wild magic. He almost fell when the other man suddenly teleported to him, getting right inot the god’s face. “You know,” Tharan had tears going down his cheeks. “I had hoped, a small foolish bit of me had hoped that you spent the last years thinking about me the same ridiculous amount that I have thought of you,” The man hissed, making Gale trip backward as the sorcerer crowded him back. The god was too stunned to try to speak; he felt tiny in comparison to the half drow’s explosive anger. Tharan stopped moving to let out a howl of hate. “What an idiot I am! What a fucking fool I have been to spend all these years blubbering and crying over you and you… and… You…” He trailed off, struggling to catch his breath. Gale watched as the tears began to pour from his eyes. With the sorcerer so close, the god began to see more details of his face he hadn’t noticed before. His hair was no longer bright white but was greyer and thicker. Deep wrinkles made his face sunken in, and his skin seemed far more leathery. His cheekbones were much more prominent as his skin seemed to cling to his skull, no longer able to fill out his face. When Tharan’s eyes locked onto Gale’s, he wondered if they had always looked so weathered. “You don’t remember what my life was like before we met. You were the only one I had told and you don’t even remember.” The half drow’s voice was so quiet, it shook so weakly. Gale bit his tongue to stop his own tears; this wasn’t his place to cry.

“Tharan… I’m so sorry, I should-” The gods started to say as he reached out for the other man, but Tharan pulled away. “I remember everything you ever told me. The yawning portal, you summoning Tara, the story of your orb, your amazing mother, how you struggled with students, your occasional hand at poetry, that hundar sauce you made with a wallop of a kick, and so much more,” The sorcerer said as he glared down the god. His tears were still falling. “I have played each and every one of our conversations in my head over and over again for eighty years. And you remember nothing of my past?” Tharan asked, this time his voice was quiet with devastation as his eyes grew deeply sad.

Gale wanted to say that he did remember; he wanted to recall those memories with the same clarity that the half drow had, but he couldn’t. Everything before the crown, all the pain and misery caused by Mystra, became covered by what he thought of as a frosted window. The god found those memories blurry and indistinguishable, but they weren’t the only memories. Everything was obscured to the god, including his time with Tharan. His feelings were still there; he had an overwhelming love for the half drow that never went away, but the times they shared were also behind that window. Gale hung his head, willingly showing shame for the first time since coming to the temple. “I’m sorry, Tharan, I don’t remember,” He fumbled through his words, finding it hard to speak past the lump in his throat and the pain in his chest. There was a sad scoff that made him tilt his head up to look at the sorcerer. “I shouldn’t tell you; you should remember,” Tharan said through his tears. He closed his eyes before taking a few deep breaths, seemingly trying to calm himself. When his eyes reopened, he deliberately kept his gaze from Gale’s.

“I grew up in the Underdark to a hateful father with seven half-siblings. He hated us all, but especially me for being the half drow dumped on his front step one day,” Gale tried to remember this story, but his mind could not find it. It made him sick. “One day, I walked into my father brutally beating one of my younger siblings. I snapped, exploded actually, and ended up killing my entire family when I did. It was the day I learned I was a wild magic user,” Tharan spoke in a choppy manner and his eyes seemed to be somewhere else. “After that, I was dropped off at some guild. From ten to twenty, I lived there. They weren’t a family, but they took care of me,” The sorcerer’s eyes darkened. “Until they didn’t,”

“They had me meet with a devil; Dharmos was his name. We only had one exchange, giving each other our names, nothing more. At least, I thought nothing of it,” The frown the half drow had deepened even more, a hate once again in his eyes. “I didn't know the guild had sold me to him until I was already in the hells, chained and now wed to the devil,” Tharan slowly lifted his left hand, and Gale saw a deep indent around his ring finger. It truly surprised him; he swore he had never seen that before, or maybe he… He couldn’t remember it. “The next eighty years were full of torment as Dharmos’ husband,” More tears were coming down the man’s cheek, and before Gale could stop himself, he reached out and wiped them with his thumb. The movement felt familiar, like he was reenacting a memory. The two men stared at each other briefly, and Gale felt he could suddenly feel everything clearer. This felt right, the two of them sharing the moment together. The god felt as if nothing could harm them, that nothing bad could happen. It didn’t last, though, as Tharan frowned as he roughly pushed Gale’s hand away. Shame, again, burned through the god. The half drow glared him down again before turning out to the night sky again.

“I was caged and tortured, treated like I was less than nothing. He’d muzzled and gaged me when he didn’t want to hear my cries. He’d have my bones crushed, had my fingernails ripped off, broke my limbs, snapped my fingers over and over again,” There was a pain in the sorcerer’s voice but also this strange nostalgia. Gale felt sick at the implications that carried as if the other man wished to be back there. “I was kept from food and water for agonizing amounts of days. He’d crave into my skin like I was a canvas for his artwork. He would rape me or have me raped whenever and wherever he desired, but I wasn’t able to fight for myself,” The god watched Tharan’s fist tighten as his shoulder slowly tensed up. “And I told myself there must be some reason he was doing it, but no, there was no reason. No other reasons than for his sick, sadistic pleasure,” The tension suddenly skyrocketed. Sparks began to crackle around the half drow. He took a few steps forward, now outside of the temple at the top of the stairs, looking out into the darkness. “And you don’t remember any of that?” His voice was quiet, but it still managed to echo. Gale felt himself shrink down as the sorcerer snapped around to glare at him. The god was pinned down by those eyes, the anger and sadness behind them.

“What a waste,” Tharan whispered.

Gale felt defeated at those worlds; he felt everything he’d done to get here weigh down on his shoulders. How could he have let this happen? How had it been so long? How had he tried so little to get Tharan to join him in godhood?

How had he let the love of his life suffer for so long?

He could fix this, though; he could make things right. Gale would make the half drow a god, and all of this would go away; they could fix it together. He can make it up to the sorcerer. He took in a deep breath, which was a bit of a struggle against the nerves in his chest. He couldn’t wait for that feeling to go away. The god opened his mouth to speak, but the half drow took a few steps down the stairs, and Gale scrambled to follow him. He forced himself to stand next to the other despite his fear. Tharan didn’t look at him though, instead up at the stars.

“Tharan,” The god’s voice was shaky. “I… Let me make it up to you; I could fix this; I could fix you if I made you a god,” He tried to make his words solid, trying to put on an air of confidence. “Please, I want you by my side again, besides…” Gale sighed, taking a careful step toward the sorcerer. “I owe you that,” For a long moment, Tharan stared up at the sky, his face unchanging. Gale could feel his confidence slipping away, his body wavering under the silence. Then, the half drow turned to him, and the god’s confidence grew for a second until he saw the hateful look the sorcerer had.

“There is nothing left to fix,” Tharan answered coldly.

For once in his foolish life, Gale could find no words.

The sorcerer looked towards the sky again as he sighed. The god followed his eyes, he was surprised by the color changing in the sky. It felt like time was going so fast.

“A new dawn,” Tharan spoke softly. “For an ending life,”

Before the god could say anything, the half drow collapsed to the ground, shocking Gale. The other man’s robe bellowed out around him as he fell, splayed out like a shadow consuming the sorcerer. The god dropped to his knees with a cry of Tharan’s name that echoed around him. Reflexively, he grabbed the man and was surprised that he actually leaned against the god. Gale carefully placed Tharan on his lap and cradled his upper body. Now that he was holding him, the god felt just how bony the half drow had become, how light he felt against Gale. His skin was so shallow, his eyes dull, and there was a deep, aged sadness that sunk in the sorcerer’s entire body. That’s when it washed over the god, with his lover collapsed in his arms.

Tharan was dying, and it was Gale’s fault.

He was dying of heartbreak all because of Gale.

Tears began to cloud the god’s vision; they took hold of his throat, practically choking him. It was a miracle he managed to speak. “Please, Tharan, I’m so sorry I can’t,” A sob crawled out of his throat. “I can't lose you, too,”

A frail hand reached up to his cheek, forcing Gale to look down at Tharan. Those eyes he looked into were unrelenting.

‘You already did,” The half drow choked out. The god shook his head, whether out of denial or sadness, even he wasn’t sure.

“I love you,” Gale sobbed, his body shaking as he reached a hand up to the one on his cheek. Tharan’s weakly pulled away.

“I loved the man you were,” He said back, weak but still angry.

All Gale could do was cry.

He looked away as he hung his head; he couldn’t make himself look down at Tharan. He was startled when the god felt a weak yank to his robe and forced himself to look down at the sorcerer. Tharan’s face was so… old and tired. The man opened his mouth and few times, and his eyes fluttered a little before he managed a weak voice.

“I hope this tortures you for as long as it did me. I hope you suffer with this pain for eternity. I hope this feeling haunts you for the rest of your time,” Tharan’s hand dropped away limply, his breaths grew even more shallow as he stared up past Gale’s head.

“And I hope it was worth it.”

His voice faded, his breaths weakened and his eyes clouded over. There was a moment where Gale saw this spark in the man’s eyes, something that sued to be a full sparkle of magic but now a weak blink of the light. The chaos that roared in the sorcerer was burning out.

Gale opened his mouth, ready to plea and beg for Tharan to stay with him, but before he could, the man just… fell limp.

His arm dropped, his head sagged back and his eyes blanked. A vibration that was all around that Gale hadn’t even noticed disappeared. Tharan’s wild magic disappeared from the realm.

“No,” The god whimpered as he grabbed the half drow’s hand. “You can’t leave me, Tharan. Not like this,” He begged, willing the man to move. But he didn’t. His eyes stayed still. A sob crawled out of Gale as he pulled Tharan closer, begging into the air for any movement, a beat of the half drow’s heart. Yet there was nothing; his heart was unmoving. “Please come back. I need to fix this,” The god’s cries became louder, he no longer cared to try and control himself.

The shame he was tried ton push away began to flood him, grief drowning him. He felt like he couldn’t breath; he couldn’t think he was underwater, and the only man who could help him was now dead in his arms.

Killed by Gale.

“It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth it.” He repeated over and over to the sorcerer, not that it mattered.

It was too late; Gale was far too late.

So the wizard sat, holding the dead sorcerer in his arms, dead by the hands of the man who chose to be a god.

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Hello, I managed to write my angry version and it ended up being a lot longer than expected :) There is an ending I will be writing soon, but it will mainly be dialogue-based before rolling into hopefully a new series if I can make myself do it.

Again, I have no ascended Gale nor finished the game so I don't really know how it goes but this is what I feel like would happen cause I a) love writing video game men I love being bad people and b) Gale gets icky if you agree to give him the crown so I can kinda assume what he'd be like ascended which I don't like :(

Thanks for reading and here is the other version if you'd like to read that too!

Also, the Ao3 link to the original fanfic where this part has been added.

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