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dotster001 · 5 months

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Requests are open!! May I request a Lilia x reader that is lovers to enemies?? (You can choose why or if the ending is angst or fluff.) stay safe!!

A Lesson in Humanity

Summary: Lilia x gn!reader

CW: death, war (not on screen), injury, (how do I say this next one without spoiling the whole thing? Um...) There are drugs involved, angst, alternate universe

M/F=whichever parental term you'd have Silver refer to you by.

A/N: this ask....when I started it I thought it would be short and easy.... 😂

Your kingdom was on the outskirts of the Valley of Thorns. Despite the fact that in the last century, nobody had even heard from the queen, let alone glimpsed her army, tensions were always high, both for the fae who lived within the human kingdom, and the humans who lived in the fae one.

But a new era was dawning. And you'd worked hard to get here. You'd quickly risen through the ranks, and become your Queen's favorite diplomat. When you shared your dream of peaceful relations, she had fallen into the dream right alongside you.

So here you were. At the palace in the Valley of Thorns. Awaiting an audience with the Queen of the dark fae. You were surprised to see an older woman, similar to what the Queen was described as, but aged like a fine wine, and with an aura of power that nearly sent you to your knees.

As she walked in, behind her walked a boy, no less formidable, his emerald eyes icy and piercing.

And behind him, with a light hearted skip in his step, a man. His dark hair in a loose braid that exposed the magenta streaks in his hair. His eyes were just as incisive as the boys, but his face was less lined, less tense. He seemed to be enjoying things.

“Y/N L/N. Welcome to our kingdom. We are most excited to see what changes you can bring to our court,” the queen (?) said.

You bowed deeply, taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts in the midst of these very intimidating people.

“I am honored to be given this opportunity. I hope I don't let you down,” You said as you rose from your bow.

“See that you don't.”

The first visit was spent with you doing most of the talking, discussing where your kingdom was at in the modern era, discussing ways you hoped to improve relations, offering up various items you'd been given permission to trade in order to set up a trade route between your nations. You were exhausted. The two pairs of emerald eyes seemed to be searching your soul, while the magenta pair seemed thoroughly amused.

At length, you were dismissed for the evening, and the man with magenta eyes escorted you to your room.

“Chin up. You did well,” he said lightly as you walked.

It was the first time you'd heard him speak, and you were startled by the deep tone.

“Oh. Uh, thank you,” you choked out.

“Fu fu, you can relax around me. I'm trying to achieve the same things you are.”

He stopped walking, and held out a hand to you.

“Lilia Vanrouge,” he said.

You knew that name. Why did you know that name?

“Y/N L/N,” you shook his hand in return.

“Word of advice, don't give the fae your name,” he grinned maliciously.

You held back an eye roll. “Aren't we trying to do away with the old stereotypes?”

His grin deepened, and his eyes darkened. “That's not a stereotype, darling human.”

You didn't believe him, you really didn't. But he was definitely holding onto the bit for a slightly uncomfortable amount of time. Maybe fae humor was just different.

“Anyway, I'm sure you'll learn all about that during your stay here. Just as I'll learn about your human customs when I live with you.”

“Are you the fae diplomat, then?” You asked.

“Of course I am! Don't I seem so reliable?”

He began walking again, and you hastened your gait to catch up. For someone with such short legs, he was fast.

“In the spirit of honesty, Y/N, the reason you recognize my name is because you have heard of me.” He stopped abruptly, turned to you, and gave a mock salute. “General Lilia Vanrouge of her majesty's armies.”

You knew fae lived for a long time. But this man was a murderer. He'd killed many humans in his time. He was the Boogeyman that parents told their children about. And now he was fighting for peace?

You almost couldn't believe this was the person whose name was only spoken in whispers.

“You're confused. But that's fine. You're young. When you live a couple hundred years, you gain a perspective on things. Rest assured, I am the largest proponent of peace in this kingdom. I am your ally. And I will do what I need to do to make things right,” he said firmly. And you believed him. Seven help you, but you really believed him. So you nodded, and he smiled brightly. He pointed to the door down the hall.

“That's where you'll be staying. If you need me, just say my name, and I'll be there.”

And in a cascade of pink sparks, he was gone.

….

You'd both fallen hard. Perhaps it was your shared passion for a similar goal. Perhaps it was the allure of being from different species. Perhaps it was the day you'd seen him training shirtless, and couldn't look away.

But your relationship was a fire that only fueled the desire to bring the relations between your kingdoms closer. You complimented each other. Brought out the strengths in each other. And the last three years had breezed by, both of your dreams coming closer and closer to fruition.

Lilia broke the kiss you'd been trapped in for the last five minutes, and breathed against your lips.

“You should come live with me.”

“You say that everytime we're alone together,” you giggled, chasing his lips, him playfully dodging.

“And I mean it every time. Come live with me.”

“I don't think that my queen would be pleased to lose her favorite diplomat.”

“Sometimes I think she's in love with you, too, and she's using your position to keep you from me.”

“Very funny,” you snickered, “she'd rather the three of us be a package deal.”

“Fair,” he whispered, kissing you again, seeming to distract himself with you by accident, before pulling away again.

“But I'm really serious this time,” he said sternly, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a black ring.

“Lilia,” you breathed out.

“I've been thinking about how we aren't getting any younger.”

You held back a snort at that. He looked exactly the same as the day you met him. But you remembered like it was yesterday the day he'd noticed a single silver strand in your hair. Just one. That's all it had taken for him to lock himself in his head for an hour as he held you tightly. You hadn't had any since, and you'd been pretty certain it was probably from stress, but Lilia had been a little shaky ever since then.

“We love each other. We shouldn't let that slip away,” he whispered.

You found yourself nodding, giving into his love filled eyes, but as you felt the cold ring slip onto your finger, you spoke up.

“One condition. We'll be engaged, but we won't get married until we've brought about peace.”

He groaned. “That could take forever!”

“Think of it as a way to celebrate the future unification of our people.”

He whined, imitating a child.

“Fine, but only if you live with me,” he pouted.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back a grin.

“Okay, Vanrouge. I think we can work that out.”

….

The letters from home were….concerning. You'd thought you were making progress, but the queen had just announced her engagement to a fae duke she had met during one of her visits to the Valley of Thorns. And the reactions were less than ideal.

You put away the reading glasses that you were using, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. It always felt like one step forward, ten steps back.

Lilia would not be excited to postpone the wedding again. When you'd gotten the newest prescription of reading glasses, he'd been far more insisting about getting married sooner rather than later. But you intended to make him keep his promise.

“Why are you so distressed?” A voice called.

You turned to see the young fae prince, watching you expectantly.

Over the years you'd learned that he seemed cold, but that didn't mean anything. He was a sweet kid. He viewed Lilia as a father. It was endearing. A glimpse at a future you could have one day.

”I'm alright, your highness. Just feeling overworked.”

He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Perhaps grandmother would allow you and Lilia to go on a trip.”

“That sounds nice, your highness, but I don't have time for-” you trailed off as you heard shouting in the hall outside, some knights bursting into your study and talking over themselves.

That is until they saw the prince, and shut themselves up, bowing deeply and apologizing to the prince.

You sighed internally. Both you and Lilia knew that treating the boy like a god was leaving him very lonely. You'd both been discussing ways to socialize him a bit more, but it was just as difficult as bringing lasting peace. And it didn't help that, despite his youth, he already possessed unmatched power.

“What's going on?” You interrupted, making the knights turn back to you.

“General Lilia, he-”

“We tried to stop them-”

Thunder boomed outside, and you quickly turned to the prince.

“Your highness, I'm sure he's fine,” you assured, trying to calm down what was already a torrential downpour. He turned to you, eyes distressed, and he nodded, only to be interrupted by the knights.

“He's not.”

“We're doing what we can, but-”

“It looks bad.”

“Where is he?” You asked, grabbing Malleus' hand as you stood.

“Medical wing.”

You intended to walk Malleus and yourself to the medical wing, but the world around you burst into green sparks and darkness, and the next thing you knew you were looking at a non responsive Lilia.

“Thank you, your highness,” you groaned, trying to catch your bearings again.

He didn't respond, simply staring at Lilia. You looked over at a doctor, and they shook their heads. You released a sob, and fell to the floor, crying into his stomach. Thunder boomed, and you felt Malleus' much smaller hand fit into yours, squeezing it tightly. You sat up, and pulled him into what you hoped was a comforting hug. He didn't cry, but you could feel him shaking.

“Oh crumbs!” You heard a shout, followed by a sharp intake of breath, as the bed next to you jostled.

You looked over and saw Lilia staring at you with wide eyes.

“Sevens! You scared the hell out of me!” You sobbed, throwing your arms around him. “Don't ever do that again!”

“I don't intend to. The underworld seems very boring,” he groaned. Before you could ask, you were unceremoniously pulled away as the medics began to work on him again.

You turned to Malleus, but he was gone.

“What happened?” You asked over the hubbub.

“Apparently the Queen was betrothed to a human lord, when she was just a child, and he's not happy that she broke it off for a fae. He's sending an army, and I got run through by his scout,” he laughed bitterly. “I'm getting old, Y/N, I'd never have missed him in my heyday.”

“Oh hush, middle aged is not old,” you laughed through the tension, brushing away more tears. This was not good. Not for Lilia, not for you, not for your dreams….and not for the kingdoms. But at least he was alive.

Green sparks filled your vision, and Malleus had returned.

“My grandmother wants an audience with you when you can move, Lilia.”

Lilia nodded, and reached out for Malleus. “It's going to be okay. I promise.”

The next week went by in a blur. Even though Lilia had assured you that now that he'd seen the underworld he had no intention of going back, there were several rough nights, where he was racked with fever as infection came and went.

The second he was allowed to leave the bed, he took his requested audience with the queen. After a tense hour, he had sat you down on the sofa in your study, as he paced. At length, he sighed and turned to you.

“An army is indeed coming. It's nothing we can't handle, but considering how injured I was, the queen is rightfully concerned.”

You nodded.

“She has asked me to take the prince, and live in the forest with him until she deems it safe. In the meantime, I'm supposed to teach him, train him, and make sure that I heal properly. Come with me.”

You bit your lip. “Is that an option right now? Won't they need me, at least on the human side of things?”

“This isn't the time for a diplomat. This is the time where the royals have to hold the discussion. This is the time where advisors write up a peace treatise, and make promises. They don't need diplomats until later. And I'm certain your queen would rather know you were safe with me until she needs you.”

He made good points. And you had no idea how long this would go on. The thought of being without Lilia after having to see his dead body was not a thought you enjoyed having. So you agreed. Despite your hesitation, you decided to trust him.

….

The cabin was quaint. It was cozy, very domestic, and, after banning Lilia from the kitchen, it was very safe. And with Malleus, you could almost pretend the three of you were the picture perfect family. Lilia handled the magic training, you handled the literature and the manners, and the emotional aspect of parenting. (Lilia had tried that last one, but had ended up making the young prince cry. Now only you are in charge of emotional development.)

A warrior-strategist, and a scholar. The perfect parenting team to make one well rounded individual. Hopefully.

Lilia was in contact with the queen, but evidently the army had been more formidable than anyone could have expected from a rebel offshoot. Evidently, some fae had joined this human in his crusade, also unhappy at the attempts to bridge the gap.

You had attempted early on to keep track of the passage of time, but soon lost track. It was long enough that Malleus had had a growth spurt, and now towered over both you and Lilia. He was, evidently, in his angsty teenage phase, despite being a couple hundred years old. But in this time, he'd grown strong, learned self defense, and gained control over his magic.

It was wonderful to watch him grow. But the longer you were here, the more concerned you got for the future of your dreams.

“Y/N, I'm back,” Lilia called. You and Malleus were in the kitchen making dinner. Lilia had been out scavenging for berries as a treat for after dinner.

“In the kitchen!” You called. He peaked in.

“Can you come out here, please? I need to talk to you.”

His expression looked serious, so you gave Malleus a couple instructions on what to do next, then walked out into the living space with Lilia. He was facing the window.

“Is it news from home?”

“No. Please sit.”

You sat down, waiting with nerves on edge about what he didn't want to say in front of Malleus.

He turned to you, and you noticed a bundle in his arms. Then the bundle moved.

“What is seven's name?” You stood up, rushing to him.

A child. Not just a child. A baby.

“Lilia, what is this?”

“I would think that was self explanatory, my love,” he snickered, gently passing you the baby boy. He was beautiful. And very asleep.

“His parents-”

Lilia shook his head, removing his coat, and setting down the basket of berries.

“I can't explain it, but he's been abandoned for a long time. No one is coming for him.”

“How do you know?”

“The magic on him serves a very specific purpose. No one is coming for him.”

The boy opened his eyes, his auroral hues blinking up at you sleepily. You were so absorbed in them, that you were surprised when you felt Lilia 's arms wrap around the both of you.

“You're a good parent. You've proved it with Malleus.” He whispered in your ear, a seductive lilt in his tone. “And a human child raised by a human diplomat, and their fae general husband, alongside the future fae king, would further the relations of our people.”

You nodded slowly.

“Can we keep him?” He whispered, his lips pressed directly to the shell of your ear.

You looked at the boy, then at Lilia, who was solely watching you, fixing you with the saddest expression.

You smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him.

“Of course we can.”

…..

It had taken Malleus some time to adjust to the new baby. But soon he was reading to it, telling it all about his kingdom, promising to take care of him forever.

Within a couple years(? To be honest you couldn't be sure, time living with fae went differently) Lilia insisted that Silver start training with himself and Malleus. You protested; your son had difficulty staying awake, and didn't have nearly the power that they both had, but both Lilia and Malleus had been insistent. They could feel the magic inside the boy, they assured you. And besides, with his build, and clear intelligence, he would make a great knight. Malleus would want people he was close to as his advisors in the future, and for that they would need experience. And with Malleus and Lilia pouting at you like that, and Silver just happy to be included, you couldn't say no for long.

You knew time was passing, but only because Silver was growing. You were told Malleus was probably at his full height and appearance, but you could barely test the passage of time that way anyway.

One day, an unfamiliar man arrived at the cabin. He slipped you a business card, that read,

Dire Crowley, Headmage of Night Raven College

“I'm here to observe your boys. Both of them will be old enough to attend not that far apart, and we like to scout early. The Dark Mirror says both show a lot of promise.”

Lilia seemed ecstatic, so you nodded along. They wouldn't be ready for college that soon, would they?

The scouting went well, but you found yourself increasingly concerned when you heard some of the things that both boys had done to train. Things you hadn't heard about.

But you didn't say anything. Not until the boys were in bed, and the Headmage was gone.

“When did you take them to the middle of the forest and leave them?”

“Oh, that, don't worry about it, they're fine.”

“And what's this about you going with them? Wasn't the whole point for them to build relations with their peers and gain independence?”

“It's just for protection-”

“So, Silver and I will be alone for a year, then Silver will leave me the next year, and I'll be all by myself, when the boys are supposed to be figuring out how to live without you, and you are supposed to be helping me clean up after the war?”

“There's a long time before then-”

“Is there?”

“Yes. And you can come with me. When we're married we can get married student housing-”

“We don't even know if we'll be married yet!”

“Why not?”

“Look at us, Lilia! We've been living in the woods for who knows how long, because of the dangers back home! Do you call that peace?”

He stared at you, then said, “Let's call it off. The promise. Let's just get married now.”

“First off, that's a terrible idea, based on how different our parenting style appears to be. Which, again,” this brought you back to what started the conversation, “how did I not know about your training exercises?”

“The boys and I knew you wouldn't like them, so we all agreed not to say anything.”

“I would have noticed if my sons were missing for a week!” You shouted.

“M/F?” You turned around, and there was Silver, looking at you with sad eyes.

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered.

“No, it's not your fault, baby, I just get worried about you, that's all,” you hugged him close, noticing Malleus staring at you from within the bedroom. He didn't move to get up, just looked at you for a moment, then looked away.

“You go back to bed, love, Father and I are done chatting,” you said. You watched Silver walk back to bed, shutting the door behind him. Then you walked to your bedroom that you shared with Lilia, hearing him follow close behind.

You snatched a pillow off the bed, grabbed your sleep wear, and walked back out, shutting the door behind you before he could say anything, and setting yourself up on the couch for the night.

It was three days before you spoke to Lilia again. Not that he didn't try. And not that the boys didn't seem to be trying to guilt you. You just…had to reflect.

Perhaps you weren't on the same page anymore…

That third afternoon, you went out on a walk to clear your head. Perhaps this was your fault. You'd lived with fae for so long, that you'd forgotten that there would be things you disagreed on, based on your species, and cultures. Perhaps you should have just talked to him, instead of being angry. You sighed, and returned back to the cabin.

When you stepped inside, you were greeted with soft pink lighting, and roses lining the walls, and windows. And standing before you, was Lilia.

“Before you yell at me again, the boys are camping outside tonight. I didn't drop them in the middle of the woods.”

You smiled softly. Until the smell hit you. Sevens. Lilia had made you dinner.

“I made you a romantic apology meal. Just for the two of us. And the boys were so sweet, they insisted on making things for themselves so that you and I could have all of it.”

You bit your tongue. He was trying to apologize. No need to say anything.

“Well! Dig in!” He said excitedly as you sat at the kitchen table.

The dinner was silent at first, Lilia eating, and you trying not to die.

“I heard from my queen. We can come back now. Though,” he groaned bitterly, “you have a lot of work cut out for you on your end, from the sounds of it.”

“I always do. Did she say why?”

“No, just that it wouldn't be easy to handle.”

He went quiet again, then put his silverware down, looking directly at you.

“I meant it. We should throw out our initial deal, and just get married when we get back.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“Even if we get a lasting peace between our two kingdoms, it won't really do anything. Not right away. It'll take years and generations for our nations to fully achieve the dream across every nation of fae and human. I can't wait forever. And neither can you.”

“Of course I can wait,” you laughed. “Until we live in a world where children don't have to hide in the woods, it feels selfish to get married.”

He huffed. “I get that. I do. But what happens if it doesn't happen in your lifetime?”

“Lilia,” you sighed tiredly. “I'm asking you to respect this one request. I let you do a lot, live mostly the way you want me to, all I ask is that we wait. In the meantime, we teach our boys how to be good men.”

He looked like he wanted to fight, but seeing the certainty on your face, he fell into silence, eating the rest of the dinner quietly, then pushing out of his chair, slipping into your lap, and trapping you in a passionate kiss.

The next day was spent packing, and preparing the boys for royal life, and what that meant for them. And then, just like that, your days spent in the cabin in the woods were over.

The castle looked untouched, but the destroyed landscaping spoke volumes. Everything in your study was as you left it. But you didn't have time to enjoy it, because the Queen had informed you that your Queen had died, and left the Fae duke she'd married, now the king, with a half human child. Apparently, both of them needed you. You were sent on your way before you had a chance to talk to Lilia or the boys.

It wasn't for several more months that Lilia could come join you. He barely wanted to let you go. You couldn't blame him, nor would you try to stop him. You felt so ragged. So worn down. You just needed him to hold you for a while.

He told you Silver had to remain in the Valley of Thorns now that he was officially training, but that he had his birthday party next month, and both his queen and your king had given you leave to attend.

You were so glad. Things around here had finally been settling, so you'd hoped to come see Lilia and your boys in a more permanent capacity soon.

He'd begrudgingly left, his face pained as he separated from you.

You were so tired. And as the next month went by, you began to think to yourself that, if Lilia asked you to go forward with the wedding this time, you'd say yes. You were so tired. So much pain. So lonely. You needed your boys.

And it wasn't until you were at Silver’s party that you realized what was wrong.

You knew it was Silver’s birthday. But how was he eleven already? That….that couldn't be right? You'd barely aged a day, since….

Your eyes widened, and you were rocked with a wave of nausea. Silver looked up from his cake, his eyes wide in concern.

“M/F, are you alright?” He whispered.

“Yeah, I just need to grab something from my study before I forget.”

Before he could say anything, you rushed out of the party room, and into your study. You locked the door behind you, and turned to the mirror you had hanging on the wall.

You stared in increasing horror. You should be showing signs of aging at this point. There should be more lines on your face. More of your hair should have changed color. This wasn't right.

You hadn't heard him enter the room, but Lilia scared you when he pressed his lips to your neck.

“If you're worried, you're as beautiful as the day I met you,” Lilia whispered seductively.

“That's the problem, isn't it,” You laughed dryly. “I shouldn't be.”

You felt him stiffen behind you, before laughing it off.

“Well, you do need prescription glasses now, but I'll always love you, no matter how old you get.”

“Lilia,” you said, feeling empty. You turned to him, horror beginning to overtake your features. “How long did we live in the woods?”

“Listen-”

“Please, I'm begging you. Tell me this isn't something you did. I'll believe you, just explain what's going on.”

“Y/N-”

“There were no mirrors in the cabin, and I had no way of tracking the days…Sevens, you did that on purpose!”

“Now hang on-”

“What the fuck did you do?” You finally screamed out, the full implications sinking in.

He froze, his expression unreadable. Then he began to tremble ever so slightly.

“I can't lose anyone else. Especially not you.”

You sat on the floor, your body no longer able to support itself.

“Oh sevens…”

“I slipped a potion into your food every single day. It extended your life, and froze your body from that point on.”

“Lilia,” you spoke hoarsely, “why didn't you ask if that was what I wanted?”

“You wouldn't even marry me! Why should I have believed you'd agree to immortality?” He shouted, beginning to pace, in anger or fear, you couldn't be sure.

“So, what then? You were just going to keep me drugged on this forever and ever? When did you plan to start drugging Silver? When he's fully grown, or can you even wait that long?”

“That's not fair!”

“I'm tired, Lilia! Without you telling me how long we lived there, I can feel that I shouldn't still be continuing the way I am!”

“That's just because of the withdrawal!” He said, hastily pulling a bottle out of his pocket. “Take some more, you'll feel better.”

“No!” You pulled the engagement ring off your finger, and made your way to the door.

“You're acting like a child,” he shouted behind you.

You ignored him as you opened the door, only to see Malleus standing in front of it, an emerald fireball in his hand.

“Please, Y/N, just listen to Lilia. I do not want to have to hurt you.”

“Step aside,” you said.

“No. You're acting irrationally. You need to relax,” Malleus said firmly, and you began to feel drowsy.

“No, Malleus, this is wrong,” you groaned out as you felt your consciousness fading.

"I thought so too. But Lilia showed me that it was the only way. You both are my only family…”

You wanted to protest that this is not how you treat people you love. But all you were aware of was Lilia’s arms around you as you collapsed.

You awoke to the cold metal of a spoon pressed to your lips.

“Eat,” Lilia said lightly. He didn't seem nearly as distraught as he was during your argument.

“What happens if I stop taking the potion?” You asked with a glare.

He stiffened, setting the spoon down.

“You've already been off it for several months. I'm certain you're already feeling the effects. Your outside will remain the same, but age will quickly catch up to your mind and your inside. I give you three months before you are bed bound.”

He pressed the spoon to your lips again, seemingly believing that the revelation would make you want it. You kept your mouth firmly shut.

He stared at you, the anger quickly returned to his face. He threw the spoon across the room, then buried his head in his hands.

“You can't do this to me. You can't let me watch you die.”

“I'm going to do exactly that!”

“You! Fine! Get out then!” He shouted. “Give up on me and our dreams. I just hope you realize how stupid it is before it's too late.”

You stood up, your legs feeling weak, but you couldn't let him see the weakness. You might lose your only chance to leave. You stormed out.

You hastily packed up the things in your study, then quickly made your way to the training barracks.

Silver was taking care of the horses. He looked up at you excitedly.

“Hello, M/F!”

“Come on, Silver, we're going on a little trip.”

“A trip?” He looked around, but nodded.

“Okay.”

You couldn't leave him with Lilia. Lilia, the one who always claimed to love and care about humans, but who clearly didn't seem to think of them as equal enough to decide, or even be asked, if they wanted their entire life to be altered.

You saddled a horse, and and helped Silver into the saddle with you, then urged the horse to a run.

The sky quickly broke into emerald lightning and thunder, torrential rain soaking the both of you.

Lilia must have told Malleus that you'd left. Just like with Lilia, you'd thought Malleus loved and respected you. And maybe he did. Perhaps Lilia had twisted him to his view point, manipulating that pure love he had in his heart to his own ends.

At this point you couldn't put anything past Lilia.

“Y/N L/N!”

As the voice called your name, you lost all control of your body, pulling the reins and halting the horse.

You sat frozen in place, unable to even look at Silver, who was turning to look at you, asking in concern about what was wrong.

But you couldn't move.

“Y/N L/N,” Lilia floated in front of you, not so gently extricating Silver from the saddle. “Enlighten me. What gives you the right to steal my son?”

Never give the fae your name. You could cry now. The one who had warned you was now teaching you the lesson.

“I thought he was our son,” you spat.

“The paperwork only has me as his legal guardian. And you never married me, nor signed any adoption paperwork. So, what gives you the right to steal my son?”

You choked on a sob. And with a hoarse shout, you spat, “I hate you!”

His eyes went cold. “No. You don't. You will take that back this instant, and properly apologize to me.”

You found yourself dismounting the horse, tears flowing down your cheeks as your free will was gone, your name abused.

“I'm sorry.” You spit out. “I'm sorry that I tried to save Silver from a fate he didn't deserve.”

Lilia's glare sharpened. And with that he vanished with Silver, leaving you alone in the rain.

Nine years later

History repeats itself. Lilia had never expected his young Lord to fall in love with a human.

“I want you to hold onto this feeling. Remember that humans live short lives. That's the way things have to be.”

Now that he was nearing graduation, he was beginning to see what you meant about nurturing Malleus’ independence. Letting him go was not going well.

He sighed, having finally arrived at his destination. He held up the magenta rose he'd brought with him, staring at it. He still felt embarrassed looking at you, even after all this time.

By the time his head had cleared, and he'd realized just how far he had gone, it was too late. He was so tired now. And he deserved it.

This exhaustion. Was this what you felt in your final days?

He looked down at the grave, placing the rose alongside the others that he had brought over the years.

Nine roses. One for each year. None of them showing any signs of age.

Perhaps he hasn't completely learned his lesson.

He supposed he should bring Silver and Malleus to your grave one day. Maybe it would give Silver closure. Maybe it would remind Malleus not to make the same mistakes.

Maybe it would lift some of the guilt from Lilia's shoulders.

He sat down on the grass, sighing heavily. He was getting old.

“I have a lot to tell you. It's been quite a year…”

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader

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inkofthebrain · 3 months

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Of The Trees (1)

Mizu x masc!foreign!swordswoman!reader

Tags: first-person, follows canon(ish), classic Edo era xenophobia, slight violence, blood (literally once), mentions of captivity, They/He/She pronouns for Mizu (progresses through story just trust)

Word count: 1,050

AN: I got a few requests that had similar vibes so I just combined them. Felt like doing first-person for funzies? Let’s see how it goes… I was giggiling and kicking my feet thinking about this.

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Hidden deep in the trees away from the buzz of civilization there were rumors among the locals of a wakizashi*-weiilding demon. A foreigner living high in the trees, attacking unexpexting travelers. Those brave enough would attempt to kill the horrid thing, yet none ever returned from the depths of trees. Tales of its brutality merged into the existence of life and death.

In that transition I find myself, laying on the thick bark. My journey thus far has been nothing but cruel. Stolen off the streets to be kept as entertainment for a benevolent smuggler known as Fowler. Years spent studying his warriors, earning his trust, sneaking into his office to look at maps. Plotting. Plotting my escape. Years spent traversing the harsh uninhabited nature, far from people. Time spent hunting animals and robbing men who were sent after me for weapons and clothes. I know what the locals think of me, I know they want me dead. A life of seclusion has been the only option.

Sitting close to the trail, waiting for a carriage of supplies to pass hoping to swipe the essentials, my chest slowly rises and falls as I find a moment of relaxation in the harsh Japanese winter. The snap of a branch pulls me into focus as I sit up, hand on my blade, looking into the path. I see a figure, staring up past the branches and into my eyes. Stabilizing myself on the trunk I stand up, jumping to a neighboring tree. The figures gaze follows, switching to the hand gripping the hilt at my side. Examining every detail, every movement. Suddenly they move their hand to unsheathe their blade and I spring forward, tackling them. Subsequently this knocks off their glasses and wide brimmed hat.

As our bodies hit the frozen ground, my blade pinning them to the slush by their neck, a small gasp leaves my body as our eyes meet. Piercing blue eyes look back at me in an almost unnerving way. Holding no emotion, just waiting. Watching. For the first time they blink. The moment has been interrupted, the stare broken for a brief moment. They don’t move at all, they don’t even try to fight you.

They stare down at the blade pressed against their neck and simply takes a breath. The next couple of seconds are spent in complete silence, just eyes looking into eyes. Fear, anger, confusion. All running through my body, burning with adrenaline. The silence is soon broken by a velvety smooth voice.

“You know how to use that sword” They mutter. This comments pulls me back into reality as I kick their katana out for reach and press my blade slightly harder into their neck, scowling at them.

“Then I assume you have killed before?” They speak again, still looking into my eyes.

“I’ll do it again” I say, my voice hoarse from silence.

“I believe that much” They state.

“Who sent you? The Fangs? Shindo?” I demand, bending down closer to their face, slightly applying more pressure to my blade, a thin trail of blood comes from where blade meets skin. The stranger pauses, still staring intently into my eyes as a quick flash of confusion crosses their face.

“I was sent by no one. I am simply passing through, now may I ask you a question?”

I glare at them in response. Staying silent, I glande down at my blade pondering if I’d be better off just killing them now.

“I asked you a question” The voice comes again, sending shocks down your spine. Its smoothness juxtaposing the harsh air. “You did not answer it, let me ask again: May I ask you something?”

I let out a scoff of annoyance, aggravated by their formality.

“Yes but then you must leave and tell no one of me” I say blandly.

They finally has an expression: a slight almost imperceptible frown. It disappears just as fast and the figure simply shrugs their shoulders and nods at me.

“Very well then. I do not care about anyone else enough to speak of this.” She pauses, her eyes have me transfixed, such a beautiful blue. “May you please pull your blade away, this situation is quite uncomfortable.”

I let out a groan as I come to my feet, keeping my blade pointed at their figure.

“Ask your damn question” I snarl, annoyance lacing every letter.

They finally shows a small bit of emotion, but it is nothing more than a small smirk, voice becoming slightly more sarcastic and teasing.

"Such language.” They sigh, “It does not suit you."

“Leave now or I will kill you” I say, tightening my grip on my blade. This time her smirk completely fades into cold apathy and her voice becomes cold and emotionless again.

“You would have done so already, I’ve heard about you. The devil in the trees. Lurking, seeking its revenge on those who brought it to Japan.” She says slowly, inspecting my reaction. My face is still, yet internally my mind is on fire. Questioning how this stranger knew this, how they found me,

“What do you want” I say.

They let out a small hum before speaking, “Information. That of which I know you have” They start.

“Why should I help you?” I question angrily.

“Madam Kaji told me of you, of Fowler. I must find him.” They state. My lips pull into a line at the mention of the brothel owner. We talked countless times while she serviced Fowler, showing me great compassion as I told her of my life under his control. She had helped me plan my escape, providing a safe landing place as long as I was never seen my customers. My eyes leave their gaze as I glance at the ground, taking a breath.

“Why are you looking for Fowler” I ask, shocked at her statement.

“I’m going to kill him.” They say in an emotionless tone, the voice of one that has killed before. My arm falls to my side, lowering my blade. I meet their blue eyes once more.

“Fine.” I pause. A look of approval flashes across their face. “On my terms only.” I say

“And what are those?” The stranger asks, slightly cocking their head to the side.

“I get to help”

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| Wakizashi (a short sword)

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AN: IM SORRYYY, I’m splitting it up into two (maybe more, might make it a series…) parts! Hope you guys enjoyed. Smooches and love.

#bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #bes fanfic #bes x reader #mizu x you #mizu x y/n #mizu my love #mizu fanfic

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byuljoonie · 7 months

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Never Goodbye // myg

It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: one shot, angst, fluff, quick smut, rash decisions

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of past SH/scars, sad-ish smut, d-day tour, swearing, almost oral (m4f), dom!suga sub!reader, unsafe sẽx, creampie, fluff if you hate fluff.

note: My depression has been hitting so hard lately. I will re-edit tomorrow, I’m exhausted and can’t double check tonight. I love Min Yoongi, I will backflip for him. In all honesty, when Yoongi did his first live since being gone for a while, I ugly sobbed over my iPad. I missed him so much and the thought of him leaving shook me to my core lmao. Though I’m overdramatic, I am a proud military wife for 3 so far of 7 husbands. Enjoy the one shot and feel free to submit requests to the link in my bio, and listen to some of my playlists also in the bio. I will post Ramo Buchón and this story on Ao3 next week. -dubu

I stood in the dimly lit record store, surrounded by rows upon rows of vinyl records, each a portal to a different musical era. I held in my hand the debit card my thoughtful boyfriend, Yoongi, had given me to use this afternoon. He had gifted me a beautiful scarlet record player, and now I was on a mission to fill it with music.

The store was a treasure trove of musical history. Rows of records stretched out in every direction, organized meticulously by genre and artist. I traced my fingers along the spines, feeling the nostalgia emanating from each one. Rock, jazz, classical, pop – it was all there, waiting to be explored.

My indecisiveness was palpable as I contemplated my choices. I would pick up one vinyl, then another, carefully examining the album artwork and reading the tracklist. Yoongi had given me complete freedom to choose, and I wanted to make sure every selection was perfect.

In the midst of my contemplation, my thoughts drifted to Yoongi. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the way he had surprised me with the record player earlier. It was clear that he knew just how much I loved music like him, and he wanted to share that passion with me.

As I continued browsing, my eyes suddenly lit up when I spotted the records I had been searching for. There, among the vast collection, were albums by Queen, Mac Miller, Lee Moonsae, and Diana Ross – artists whose music had shaped my life. I felt a rush of excitement as I reached for each of them, holding them close as if they were precious treasures.

With a heart full of gratitude for Yoongi's thoughtful gift and a bag full of vinyl records, I headed to the checkout counter. I knew that each record I had chosen would be a soundtrack to special moments shared with Yoongi, and that made the indecisiveness and the joy of discovery all the more worthwhile.

My collection is finally growing again and I’m so grateful to him. I checked out quickly, holding a brief conversation with the nice blue-haired woman at the counter. Thanking god for the half empty store, I stepped out into the cold air. I called a taxi on my phone and waited the everlasting 10 minutes as I nearly froze in place.

The sleek navy-blue car pulled in front of the little store, a middle aged man stepping out of the drivers side to open the door for me. I thanked him as he grabbed my bag and set it in the trunk for me. The short drive back to our apartment was quiet, the hum of NPR coming from the radio piercing the silence. The heater blowing directly at me.

We pulled up to the tall building hurrying so I can escape the cold air. I grabbed my bag from the man and tipped him extra for his generosity and service. I scanned into the building making my way to the elevators past the front desk. After I exited the elevators I grew more excited to see Yoongi. I skipped happily to our door, putting in the key code.

I’m greeted by the smell of air freshener and our puppy running up to me. Excitedly licking my hand and wagging his tail. I closed the door setting my bag on the small table near it and then taking off my shoes.

“Hi baby!” I said cheerfully looking at Yoongi as he walked over to me. He grabbed my waist and placed a kiss on my check, making his way down to my neck. Resting his head on my shoulder as he held me. I felt like putty in his palm, moving to grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips.

He hummed into the kiss, letting his hands sneak around my waist to my ass. I giggled and pushed him away immediately, missing the feeling of his hands on me already. He pained a hurt expression and I gave him a knowing look. He was supposed to be packing but the laundry basket I left him to sort through seemed to be almost untouched as it sat idle by our sofa.

“Min Yoongi why is your laundry still folded neatly in that basket?” I questioned pointing to his clothes and resting a hand on my hip. “I needed a break,” he said nonchalantly, walking to go sit back on the sofa. He was precious but we have things to do and I can’t let his cuteness distract me. I grabbed my shopping bag from the table and walked over to Yoongi, sitting on his lap so I could show him the merchandise.

“Let me show you what I bought and then I’ll go start on dinner while you actually pack,” I said smiling at the way he rested his hands on my thighs. I took the vinyls out of the bag, setting the first two on the sofa cushion next to us.

“First I got this classic Diana Ross record, but I can’t hold in my excitement anymore!” I said grabbing the Mac Miller record and handing it to Yoongi. I watched as his eyes light up in excitement. “I know I was supposed to be shopping for me but I couldn’t help myself.” I said starting to tear up. I didn’t want to cry but the emotions are hitting hard, Yoongi leaves in a few days.

“Thank you so much baby I love it,” he said setting the record aside to kiss me softly. Yoongi sighed as he stared down at me on his lap. I noticed the worry in his eyes and sat up placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you okay my love?” I probed gently.

“It’s just…I can’t help but worry about leaving you alone again while I go on tour. Your depression and anxiety, I’m afraid they might worsen, and I won’t be there to help you when you need me the most,” Yoongi said staring deeply into my glossy eyes.

I smiled warmly at his confession, cupping his face in my hands. “Min Yoongi, it’s so easy to see why your parents named you light. You’ve helped me through so much already, you are my light. I’ve learned so much from you about handling my emotions, and even on my worst days, just a phone call with you can calm me down. I’ll be okay baby, I promise,” I choked out.

Yoongi looked at me for a second, seemingly analyzing me. He nodded slowly pulling me into a tight hug. “I know you’ve grown stronger, but I can’t help but worry. You mean the world to me Y/N,” he said as I buried my face in his neck.

“And you mean the world to me too, Yoongi. We’ll get through this together, just like we always do.” I said hugging him tighter. We stayed in our embrace for a while, finding comfort in each others presence. Eventually I break the hug and get up to go make dinner, while Yoongi starts to sort through his laundry basket.

“I guess I’ll actually start getting my things in order,” he mumbled to himself with a huff. He stood up flinging open his suitcases, and throwing in a few items he eyeballed. I giggled at how unenthusiastic he was being.

“I’ll help you pack after dinner Yoongs, you know I have to double check and make sure you have everything you’ll need.” I said busying myself at the stove. After I mixed the pasta, I told Yoongi to set the table while I change and I’d be right back.

I retreated to our bedroom, eager to change into my comfortable pajamas. As I shed my days attire and donned my soft, oversized pjs, my eyes involuntarily drifted to the prominent scars that crisscrossed my body, momentos of a harrowing time that altered my life.

A wave of sadness washed over me, recalling the challenges in my journey to recovery. Moments of doubt crept in, but just as I was about to get lost in my melancholic thoughts, I heard Yoongi’s voice gently calling me from the dining area.

“Babe come on I’m hungry and your food smells too good,” he whined cutely as I walked into the dining room. I placed some pasta in his plate and sat in the chair across from him, unconsciously tugging at the short sleeves on my shirt, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Yoongi hummed in delight at the taste of the cream pasta, and I quietly chewed along. It didn’t take long for us to finish our meal, I stood up making my way to the sink, grabbing the dishes from the table. I started washing dishes, mindlessly humming one of Yoongi’s songs.

“Why’re you so quiet tonight sweetheart?” Yoongi questioned as he walked up behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, he then pulled me flush against him. “Talk to me Y/N,” he said in my ear, leaving a soft lingering kiss behind.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel the best, honestly, I feel like a burden. All these ugly scars already make me feel less than, but the thought of me holding you back from doing what you love pains me the most, Yoongi,” I said nervously, melting into his embrace.

Suddenly Yoongi unraveled his arms, reaching around me to turn the faucet off. I turned around to face him, confusion flooding my features. He gently placed his hands on my face, searching my eyes for an unknown answer.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you Y/N?” He asked. I nodded slowly, bringing my hand up to touch his that rested on my cheek. He leaned down to place a kiss on my lips, hovering close after he pulled apart.

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Yoongi guided me over to our bed, helping me up onto the tall mattress. He climbed onto the bed, gently pushing me to lay down flat on my back.

“With every piece of clothing I remove from your body, I’ll leave a trace of me behind. You deserve to know how gorgeous you are Y/N, how utterly irresistible and perfect you are. Every piece of you that you view as an imperfection, I view as another reason to love you.” Yoongi said removing his black shirt from his toned figure.

He removed his shorts, carelessly tossing them to some shadow realm. He looped his fingers under my, formally his, oversized shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

He stared at my exposed chest for a second, eyes flickering back to mine every so often. He then leaned down, placing a trail of kisses down my neck, and stopping when he reached my collar bone.

He started leaving behind love bites, sucking and licking at the quick forming bruises. I hissed in pleasure as his tongue felt like pure ecstasy, sighing at the way he took my nipple into his mouth.

He looked up at me through hooded eyes, staring at me intensely as he massaged and sucked my breasts. I moaned his name quietly, wrapping my legs around his torso as he moved his attention to the other side.

He made his way down my exposed front, leaving no inch of skin without a trace of his love, or tongue. He moved further down the bed, hooking his fingers under the band of my flower covered panties.

His eyes never left my face, he smirked as I watch him in anticipation. Stomach quickly rising and falling with every nervous breath. He pulled them down my legs painfully slow, I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already a soaking mess.

He placed a kiss on my left hip bone, massaging the right one with a free hand. He kissed his way down until he hovered over my center, watching the way my eyes drank in his sinful appearance. I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting my core, causing an accidental whine to escape my pouty lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle before placing a kiss on my clit. That earned another moan from me as well as a tight grip on the rappers long hair. He sat up suddenly, receiving a look of disappointment from me. “I can’t wait any longer pumpkin, I need to fill you up like the good girl you are. Gonna make you cry for a much better reason than before.” Yoongi said tossing his boxers to the side and rubbing his length against my pussy, I squirmed in anticipation.

I felt his tip probe at my entrance, his length slowly being engulfed into the hot, soft cavern. I gasped at the intrusion, squeezing Yoongi’s arm as he began to move slowly. With every thrust I clenched harder, scratching down his back as he loving fucked me into oblivion.

“I can never get enough of you princess,” Yoongi grunted out as he sped up his rhythmic movements. “This is my pussy baby you’re mine, all mine, and no one else’s.” He growled eyes darkening with pleasure.

“hmfp I…I’m all yours Yoongi all yours please please fuck me just like that,” I stuttered out, crying as my body grew sore with the force of Yoongi’s hips slamming into mine. I enjoyed every second of this painful pleasure, yanking him by the neck down to my mouth. Lewd noises echoed through our apartment, a melody of wet sounds and heavy breathing reverberating off the walls of our bedroom.

I screamed in pleasure as Yoongi reached down and started furiously rubbing my swollen clit. “Fuck down on me Y/N, let the neighbors hear all those pretty noises you make. Tell me how much you love this dick baby it’s all yours,” he said hotly leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

“It’s mine oh f…fuck Yoongi I can’t take it, I want you to cum inside me please. N…need you to fill me up so I can fully be yours,” I choked out in between sobs. Before I could react the bed shook with extreme force, Yoongi unbelievably fucking me deeper, lifting my hips off the bed and squeezing my bruised hips.

I felt his dick pulsate inside me, indicating he was just as close as I was. “Fuck…cum with me baby,” he grunted out head rolling back in pleasure as his pace slowed. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, I shook furiously hips spazzing as Yoongi gently set me down. He wiped my tears as I exhaustedly went limp, too tired to get another word out.

“I hope you know I’m going to think about this all the time while I’m gone,” Yoongi said grabbing some water from his bedside table to give to me. I mustered the courage to sit up and graciously take the water, passing him the rest after I finished. He leaned over and placed another kiss on my lips, holding me in his arms as he quietly talked me into a restful sleep.

Yoongi stood by the door, his bags packed and ready for the waiting vehicle outside. I watched him, my eyes brimming with emotions as he turned to face me.

“Y/N, I wish I didn’t have to leave without you, but I know how important your work is to you. I promise I’ll try to call you everyday, no matter the time difference,” he said softly.

“I know Yoongs, but I’m going to miss you so so much,” I said voice quivering as I struggled to keep my composure. My body shook with sadness, shoulders slouching in defeat. Yoongi cupped my face in his hands and gently wiped away my tears.

“Hey look at me, beautiful. I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart is always with you. If you ever need anything, if you’re feeling down, just call me and I’ll answer in a heartbeat. I would fly across the country in seconds to get to you my love. I might not say it enough, but you mean everything to me Y/N there is no me without you. You’re my inspiration, my strength, and my love.” He confessed, his eyes holding a depth of emotion he often struggled to express.

“I love you too Yoongi, more than words can say,” I said while sniffling. Yoongi smiled at me through glossy eyes, clearly trying to hold it together for me. “Actions speak volumes, right? I’ll prove it to you everyday I’m away. This tour won’t change how I feel about you, and it damn sure won’t change us.” He said pulling me into another tight embrace. A car horn could be heard impatiently honking in the background.

“Goodbye my love,” I said smiling through my tears.

“It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again darling.”

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mrslankyman · 4 months

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Do I Wanna Know?

Wrote this a while ago - 2,906 Words

Daryl Dixon - Prison Era (Not based on any episode in series)

February 12, 2012

As far as I know today is February 12. That's what Carol tells me. She keeps the days tracked. I guess she does a lot around here.

She's pretty reliable. Rick's been out scouting for a while. We're running low on supplies. Might have to make a trip to the closest town.

I head out of the main corridor of the prison where we've been staying. Pulling my pistol out from my holster and switching it into my dominant hand.

I opened the door that lead outside. The sun hit my face and I squinted. Living in the dark of the prison sure as hell made your eyes sensitive to any bright lights.

I passed Glenn and gave a curt nod. He was heading to the watch post for his daily steak out. I walked up to the fence. Looking out into the field. Only a few walkers today. Better than yesterday. There was a whole hoard out there. Thank god for Daryl. Him and his cross bow. That damn cross bow. He loves that thing more than anyone.

Speaking of the devil the familiar sound of a motorcycle filled my ears. I turned to the gate as Glenn pushed it open. Daryl came riding into the prison. Stopping his bike and taking the keys out of the ignition. He unwrapped the three rabbits he had killed. Of course he was out hunting. When wasn't he doing something? He barely slept because he refused to be useless.

"What ya catch out there Daryl?" Carol asked walking out of the Prison. Daryl looked up at her and held up the three rabbits. "Nice." She smiled and took them from Daryl. Forgot, the cook and the hunter were best friends. I groaned and looked back out into the field. Everyone in the group seemed to have someone.

I was just left out. I joined late and it felt like when you joined a friend group but the kids before had been friends for years. I was always the odd one out. At least I can survive here. That I am grateful for.

"What are you doing just staring off into the field?" A low voice asked behind me. I'd be lying if when I first joined that voice didn't set me off. In a good way.

Now it's just a constant reminder that I'm just lonesome. Daryl never cared for me. I knew from the day I joined. At first he tried to come across as friendly. In his own way. He just said Hello. Which was more than anyone else did. After about a week I guess he got tired of it.

"Yes I am. Does it bother you Dixon?" I asked not looking at him. My voice was laced with attitude. Hoping he got the point to leave me alone. It was what he did best. Ignoring me.

Daryl must've gotten annoyed. At least I assume because I heard him turn away and head inside. I let out a sigh and put my pistol in its holster on my waist. "I hope this shit ends one day." Such an idiotic thought. It was never going to end. The world was over.

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"Alright, we need to plan out the group's going out for supplies tomorrow." Rick said as we all sat down to eat. "We need more canned foods, medicine, and first aid supplies. Ammo too if we can find any." As Rick carried on I looked over to Daryl.

He was sitting next to Carol on the floor. They were talking about what I don't know. I rolled my eyes. He was starting to get really close with Carol. It was annoying seeing him make friends. I don't know why but it did.

"Y/N did you hear me?" Rick's voice pierced through my ears. The angry dad tone. I looked up at him. "What?" I asked. "You and Daryl are going out to Greens Burrow to search the market place up there for food." Rick said pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ok everyone else listen up." Rick said gathering everyone else attention again.

I looked over at Daryl. He was looking back at me and chuckling.

I guess me getting scolded is what made a almost 40 year old man laugh now a days. I rolled my eyes and ate my stew.

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After we all ate dinner everyone headed to their cells to sleep. Besides Rick. He headed out of the prison. I assume to go on watch or snoop around somewhere. I don't really care.

As I headed down the short walk way to my cell I bumped into a broad shoulder. I looked up and groaned. Daryl. "Watch where ya going." He huffed out. I rolled my eyes and went to walk past him. "Annoying asshole." I mumbled under my breath.

A hand grabbed the back of my shirt collar and slammed me into the cement wall. I groaned as a slight rush of pain pierced my head.

Daryl looked down at me. His hand holding my shirt to the wall. He leaned closer his eyes squinting at me. "Wha'd ya call me?" He asked in a low whisper.

I glared at the man in front of me. No way in hell he was talking to me like this. "Wha'd ya think?" I mocked him.

I smirked a little in sanctification as the annoyances crept its way onto his face. "Is the big hunts man mad?" I teased as his hand bunched into fist. I took the opportunity before he could speak to flip our positions.

I slammed him into the wall. Watching as his eyes widen in shock. "Before you go around shoving women into walls.." I leaned into his ear. "Make sure shes not a professionally trained wrestler." His face scrunched up.

I laughed as I let go of him. "Ass hole." I cooed as I walked off to my cell. Completely satisfied for once.

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"I seriously cannot believe I have to go with you. Rick could've chosen anyone." I complained as I fixed my pistol in my holster.

Daryl was getting his bike ready. "Stop complaining." He grumbled in annoyance. He got on his bike and looked at me. I stared at him confused.

"Get on the fuck are ya doin?" He asked as I still stood there. In utter silence. "I'm not getting on that bike with you." I rolled my eyes.

He leaned his head back in exasperation. I was making this hell for him. I could tell. I kinda liked it.

"I'm gonna leave without ya." He kicked up the kick stand of his bike and revved it up. "Fine! But only because I don't feel like walking." I saw him smirk slightly from the side mirrors on his bike. Our eyes caught each other and he stared at me for a second before looking away.

I walked up to the bike and threw my right leg over the seat and sat down. "You're gonna have to hold on." He said as he revved the bike up again. "I think I can balance." I rolled my eyes. "Sure." He chuckled as the gates opened.

He revved the bike up one more time before shooting out of the prison and onto the road ahead. My body wobbled and I flung my arms forward. Wrapping them around Daryl's waist.

Daryl Pov

I knew she wouldn't be able to balance. I felt her arms wrap around me and bit my lip. The breeze of the wind flowing my hair felt nice. But not as nice as this. I'll admit it's been a while since someone has ever touched me like this. Maybe that's why I don't mind.

Or maybe I just wanted to prove her right. I closed my eyes slightly. It was nice to get out of the prison. Even with the dead being all over.

My thoughts slipped to last night. Her slamming me against the wall. Her face as she leaned into my ear. Her voice.. I felt a shiver run down my spine. No I couldn't like this snobby woman. She was also keeping to her self. A strange woman in a now strange world. Not so strange at all If you really think about it.

I'm too hypocritical.

I was and still am like that. Sure I've gotten closer to a lot of our people but I still keep my distance. I opened my eyes. Watching ahead for any walkers or living people.

I could see in my right side mirror Y/N looking around. She looked nice with the wind blowing her hair. A carefree look on her face.

I looked ahead and kept going. All the way to Greens Burrow. Trying my best to ignore the thoughts I had of the woman behind me. I'm just going crazy. This world has changed me.

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I stopped at the local market. I kicked down my bikes kick stand and waited for Y/N to get off. Once she did I got off too.

She grabbed a stray shopping cart and headed inside. She better not fill that shitty thing up. The two bags on my bike only had enough room for a few things. If we found any.

I shoved open the door. Carts and random shelves blocked the entrance. We climbed over them and got to the main center of the store. Empty shelves and random new papers littered the room.

I looked over at Y/N to ask her what we should do but she was already walking off. Pushing the cart down a random isle all the way at the back of the store.

"Is she dumb?" I asked myself as I followed her. I left my cross bow back at the prison. Fuck. I pulled out my pistol from my holster and lifted it up. Checking each isle as I walked over to her.

This idiot could've been eaten. I guess not everyone is as smart as you think.

Once I finally made it to her I saw the cart. Stock pilled of random canned goods and chips. "We can't take all of that." I grumbled as I lowered my pistol.

"We can just take some and then come back for the rest." She shrugged like it was no big deal. She is starting to really piss me off.

"I do not wanna be stuck running around all day with an idiot." I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I felt her hand pat my chest and I looked down at her. "Get over it." She smiled but her tone was rather angry.

I shoved her away and headed off down the rest of the isle. Checking for walkers so this idiot of a woman doesn't die.

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Regular POV

It's been about a week since me and Daryl's run. He has been avidly ignoring me. I guess I really pissed him off when I said this walker with the ugliest fucking face looking like him. I thought it was funny.

Today I was out checking the other cells around the prison. Killing any walkers that I stumbled into or that stumbled into me. I had finally made it to the end of cell block E.

I was going to be late for dinner. Oh well. I headed back to the front of the prison and walked into the main cell block we were all settled in. Just as I thought.

Everyone had ate and there was nothing left. I groaned and mentally cursed Rick for giving me the worst jobs. I lowered my head and started walking up to the stairs.

"Not gonna eat?" A familiar deep voice asked. I looked over at Daryl. He was holding a bowl of stew. I rolled my eyes. "No." I huffed and turned to keep walking.

"Come on and eat. I don't need you to starve." He insisted. Talking to me like he cared.

"Why do you care if I starve?" I sneered. He just gave me a look. The 'you better do what I say.' look. I gave up and walked back down the steps and over to him. He held out the bowl to me and I took it.

"Thanks.." I say unsure. Should I be thanking him or telling him off? He had ignored me for a whole week.

Why do you care about me so much all of a sudden? You ignored me all week." I antagonized him. He just stared at me. Bitting his bottom lip.

"I didn't ignore you. Now good night." He turned away and began to walk up the stairs to his cell. I rolled my eyes and started to eat my stew.

Then it hit me.

He wasn't ignoring me. At least he was verbally.

He would purposely bump into me and give me a rude look. Even if it was his fault. He'd look at me anytime we all ate dinner together. Constantly pick the same time to do guard duty as me. Even if he didn't speak to me.

I shook my head. Maybe I was just over thinking it. We were in a prison after all. With maybe 10 people. It's bound that we bump into each other and have the same shifts.

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Again. Today I had to check Cell block A. I groaned as I walked down the hall. I was always chosen for the dumb jobs. I headed into a cell unit. Checking each cell for any sign of life .. or death. As I got to the end of the cell block a hand grabbed me and pushed me down to the grown.

"Ah- what the hell.." I looked up at the walker infront of me. It's jaws slammed together as I pushed it away with my hand. Keeping its mouth away from my face and neck. "ah- fuck!" I looked over to my side. My gun had fallen out.

"Shit shit shit! I kicked at the walker. It didn't budge. I tried shoving it off. No use. My arms grew tired and I trembled under the weight of the dead. This can't be how I die. No way.

As the Walker lowered its self. Close enough to take a bite out of my flesh. I swear I could've felt the pain of teeth bitting into my skin. A loud 'phew' echoed and an arrow pierced the Walker through the head. It flopped down. I pushed it off my quickly and scrambled away from it. Catching my breath.

Daryl stood at the end of the corridor. His crossbow in hand. He lowered it and walked over. Pulling the arrow out of the walkers head.

"What are you doing here?" I asked still trying to recover from the shock.

"Saving you. Dumb ass." He grumbled and set his cross bow down. He walked over to me and held out his hand. I hesitantly held my hand out and took his. He pulled me up and I stumbled into him.

He looked down at me as I looked up at him. "I heard you. I was walking around tryna find you to tell ya dinner was done. Since you missed it the day before." His voice echoed in my head. This time it wasn't annoying.

"Oh really? What makes you care so much if I miss dinner? It just mean more food for you. I don't get why you're trying to be so nice to me but stop."

He stared at me. His eyes narrowing slowly. "I just saved ya. Doesn't it prove I are about ya?! Do I have to spell it out!" He yelled flipping his arms into the air and back down.

"Why did you save me? Aren't I just an annoyance to you?" I went on. His hands bunched up into fist. "Maybe you are!" He sneered.

"Good I like being the reason you're so mad." I smirked and pushed him against the wall. He stared at me. Slowly catching onto my game. "Agitating you makes my day." I clicked my tongue in his face at the end of the sentence.

He bit his lip and glared at me. His hands grabbing my sides slowly but firmly. My heart rushed slightly. I pushed the feeling down. I wanted him to make the first move.

"Maybe I like that you agitate me." He added on, pulling me closer by the waist. His voice was deeper now. More low and quite.

I pressed my body against his. My arms wrapped around his neck. "I like that you like it." I whispered in his ear in a slow, low tone. I could feel him growing hard as each one of my silky smooth words touched his ear.

I pulled away and looked at him. I laughed slightly. Who knew a women could make a grown man melt at a few words so easily.

"Maybe I'll-"

He cut me off and pressed me against his chest. "Just shut up and kiss me." He demanded. I smirked and gladly listened. Pressing my lips against his cold chapped ones. His stumble rubbed against my face and I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on more.

We stayed like that for a few minuets. Just kissing and saying things I'm sure he wouldn't want the others to know about. Men get embarrassed so easily.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

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There's been a fandom question fans keep going back to -- what would each Star Trek Captain do if they were put in each other's situations.

The general consensus I'm seeing is that Sisko and Janeway more or less will do similar things to each other but with varying degrees of intensity.

And Picard would not have fared well in the DS9 situation. There are varying answers to how he would do in the Voyager situation.

People are kidding themself if they say Picard would not destroy the Caretaker array, especially since it would end with the Ocampan people enslaved.

Also, Sisko wouldn't have allowed the Ocampans to be enslaved either. Reddit folks who keep pointing out In the Pale Moonlight as Sisko being pragmatic and ruthless... I feel miss the point of the whole episode and monologue.

Sisko had to be pushed to the point to do that, this was Sisko in the later parts of the Dominion War, when they had heavy casualties. Also, it makes me think people haven't seen InPM in a while because when I rewatched the episode I was so surprised how much Garak had to PUSH Sisko into the entire thing.

He was kicking and screaming and fighting against it but had to accept what Garak did because this was the only way to get the Romulans to back their alliance.

Like fandom tells it, Sisko was the one wheeling and dealing with the whole scenario conveniently forgetting to bring up the whole Garak of it all.

And Sisko's repeated: "I can live with it, I can live with it." Sisko is trying to convince himself that he can but he was struggling with it.

There is no way, season 1 or pilot!era Sisko would have shot at the Caretaker's Array to leave the Ocampans helpless. He would make more of an effort, obsessively, maybe to get home for Jake but he's not abandoning his Starfleet ideals either.

I feel like people ascribe pragmatic ruthlessness to Sisko too much when every instance we see of that is when he's pushed into it.

I am curious though how Janeway would have handled being station commander of DS9 together with the whole Bajoran thing, especially with her own contentious history with the Cardassians.

And how would Janeway handle the Dominion? Like I do feel Janeway and Sisko are similar but how they do things and the varying degrees of it would have been interesting.

Like, how would Janeway handle Kira as a second in command? And she would have had no history with a Dax.

On the other end, I don't think Sisko would have any kind of tolerance for Seven of Nine. He might feel obligated to cut her from the Collective when she's left alone but his hatred of the Borg is even more piercing than Shaw's in Picard s3. And Seven would have been peak Borg arrogance in season 4.

So... maybe Sisko and Janeway are where they were meant to be-- Janeway has no history with the Borg, which allowed her a certain open-mindedness that Sisko won't tolerate because of his own personal losses. And Sisko didn't have experience with the Cardassians before DS9, so he could also maintain a polite but barely contained disdain for the Guls he encounters on DS9.

#thinky thoughts #star trek #star trek captains #benjamin sisko #kathryn janeway #jean luc picard

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Sleeping In The Sun

(Chapter 4)

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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“Now who might you be Starlight”

You suck in a breath pressing the star pillow close to your chest, your eyes wide in panic. The voice was deep and ominous, menacing, and quiet. You feel your face grow cold and a shiver trails down your spine.

You breathe slowly, quietly as if that helps you seem smaller, and saves you from any danger.

“Saw you talking to Sunny and thought ‘Why not see you with my own eyes’ and well here I am!” The deep raspy voice says with a laugh. You close your eyes sucking in a breath, trying to ease yourself at least a little. With trembling hands and only a piece of confidence left in you, you open your mouth.

“Wh— He–!” Your voice barely comes out in a whisper, most of what you said sounded more like squeaks than anything else. You collect some fabric of your pants into a fist, red and gray fill your insides burning yet chilling you at the same time its like a fire pit building up at your chest yet at the same time there's ice cubes running along your stomach and back.

You hear a giggle, a chill overcomes your entire body. You feel lengthy cold fingers wrap around your waist, you suck in a sharp breath, your breathing becoming slow and shallow as the figure turns you around to face them. You come face to face with a two toned shirt, half in black and the other in white with black buttons, the pillow that once resembled a star looks more like a squashed water balloon. You try to suppress your fear as the figure bends down to meet you with its glowing red eyes, the kind you'll only see in nightmares or nightly hallucinations. They pierce into you seemingly reading into your soul, as the figure looks into your eyes the crescent moon face smiles widely.

“What beautiful eyes, it's easy to see your fear through them” Moondrop. Your throats dry, your chest feels tight, restrained and toyed in bondage. You sigh telling yourself that there's no point in living with this fear, that the past doesn't have to continue affecting you years later. Perhaps it's best to slow down, take a step back and rethink this situation. As far as you know Moondrop probably just wanted to introduce himself, hopefully.

“You look like a wanna be Moon for The Legend of Zelda '' you mumble looking at Moondrop in the eyes, you probably would have survived the Victorian Era honestly. A blank stare looking back at another blank stare. You pull the most awkward nervous smile you can conjure up and start slowly backing away towards the exit of the place.

“Where are you going? Don't think you could leave after saying something like that!” Moondrop says making his way at you. ‘Though this conversation ended the moment it started’ you think to yourself as you continue out of the nap time place thing.

“I think…yes” you say making a run across the daycare, in your rush you spot Sun playing with some cubes, stacking and unstacking them. Hearing your loud footsteps, he turns his head to look at you as you rush past him giving a smile and wave goodbye.

Needless to say he was confused by your theatrics till he followed where you came from and saw Moon standing at the entrance of the naptime tent holding the star pillow you were once holding. Well it doesn't look much like a perfect star, more like a deformed one, though that's nothing they can fix. They both look at each other with a shrug going back to what they were doing before you came in.

You push open the doors from the daycare, letting them close behind you as you try your hardest to catch your breath. Feeling your neck burn up and feel the dryness that built up in there, your heart hitting your chest like a punch with each intake.

“What the FUCK was that, What the Fuck was that.” your voice breaks from the heavy breathing. Catching your breath you stand up right and walk towards the door off to the side marked with the “Staff Only” label. Taking your security card out from your pocket you tap it on the handle and open the door. Walking past the little staff lounge area and to the elevator hidden near the restroom swiping your card again the elevator door opens. There's only one way the elevator goes and that's dowwwwwwwwwwwwn.

Sighing you lean on the railings of the elevator feeling the constant state of fear and running catching up to you physically. Felling i wash of blanket like weight drap over your shoulders and eyelids, a lot had happen in so little time and with you state of panic you had allowed time for your brain and body to connect properly. Now youre paying for it through sheer exhaustion. Youre aware its a natural response but even so it never gets old.

The elevator door opens and you walk into youre new home, leaving your shoes at the entrance you drag yourself into you room. Its beautiful with all the space imagery but in you tired state you simply walk over to the closet and unhook some soft pajamas while thinking of something simple to eat. In your fresh gear you walk to the kitchen, preparing some yogurt with cereal and stand there at the counter eating.

You wash the dishes, your brain feels empty, the only things in there are thoughts of the events that happened. It felt to fast, too fast.

“Fucking wannabe zelda moon and his fucking freaky red ass eyes and his assery of a colourful personality” You mumble to yourself washing the bowl and spoon that yiu used to eat. On your way to the bedroom you keep mumbling, “pinche luna, jackass” nonstop.

You turn off the light, lifting the very nice and soft blankets from the bed and sliding into the bed. You let out a relieved and deep sigh feeling the soft blankets caress your body, comfort hitting you at an instant.

“I hope the sun rises and the moon sets nicely, tomorrow will be better” you whisper to yourself as you slip into some much needed sleep.

Tomorrow will be better

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Haven’t posted in a while, sorry for the really late update life’s been wild. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 4 of Sleeping In The Sun

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moondrop #sundrop #sundrop/moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendent #fnaf security breach #angst #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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Ok hear me out and I know im insane for this.. we need Victoria x Patrick Bateman smut ASAP

Shipping Victoria x Patrick; did you know I’m utterly insane? 🤭 The wildest prompt pairing I’ve ever received in my life is this by far, and I thought Victonny was wild in the beginning. 😅😅 WELL. 💀 I know Miss Victoria was subjected to a Patrick Bateman era a little while ago and a lot of questions about him and her were asked/submitted sjsjsjsjs. 😵‍💫 You requested and I’m here to deliver!! This is my very first time writing for Patrick Bateman…😅 I am considering writing more for him alone but here goes Victoria x Patrick starting off towards smutty themes…🥵

’55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side. American Gardens...’ Repeating the address in your mind as you enter the luxurious, high security apartment building; the exact one specified to you numerous times by your direct supervisor and one of the vice presidents at Pierce & Pierce; Patrick Bateman.

Having only worked in the same building let alone firm with Mr. Bateman for only a week, you can’t help but find it slightly unnerving and odd, yet also courteous to be invited to Mr. Bateman’s private residence so soon.

Still, you’re not one to give up opportunity of any kind, especially ones you can take advantage of.

How many can say they’ve had the same privilege of being able to meet with and discuss their work and performance with someone as influential as Patrick Bateman and so soon?

‘11th floor.’ Stepping into the elevator, you smoothen out your blazer and patiently wait to be taken up to the eleventh floor; your heart already beginning to race from a mix of nervousness and excitement.

You have to take this meeting with Mr. Bateman as you would competition at work; you’re not the only one in line applying to become Patrick’s personal assistant and secretary after all.

You remember briefly seeing another young woman in her mid twenties named Lily during your interview who was also accepted on a preliminary basis as you.

Pierce & Pierce wanted to see which candidate was more qualified since you and the other candidate, Lily, brought similar skillsets and experience to the role promising an excellent benefit’s package and excellent pay.

You were not trained at the same time with Lily nor did you ever see her around Patrick since employment courses and training were provided on a one-on-one basis with Mr. Bateman and away from prying eyes.

This leaves you to now guess that Mr. Bateman must be personally picking between you and Lily as to who he wants to hire permanently as his personal assistant and secretary; a formality and nothing more.

For dinner tonight, you can assume Patrick will either let you know he’s chosen you as a permanent hire, or that he’s chosen Lily over you; whatever answer, you’re completely prepared. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now, after all.

Just as you reach the door to Patrick’s suite, you’ve barely reached your hand out to ring his doorbell when you find the front door already opening for you.

Blinking in surprise, you watch as the front door opens to reveal half of Patrick’s suite and his back turned to you, walking away already.

“You’re late,” Patrick states, paying no attention to you as he begins to make his way back towards the living room.

“You wanted to see me at 7:00 PM sharp, sir,” stunned, you take a step inside Patrick’s grandiose, modern suite; unsure whether to focus on him or the striking features and décor of his beautiful home standing out to you.

Hearing your voice instead of Lily’s, Patrick stops in his tracks.

He turns around, facing you with an amused, beaming smile over his face; a completely different tune than how disappointed he sounded just seconds ago.

“So I did. Hello, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick greets you in his cool, soothing tone. “I was expecting a mutual coworker of ours, if you could guess.”

“Lily, was it?” Blushing a little, you begin to slip off your heels and notice Patrick watching your every move with complete interest. “Were you supposed to see her earlier this evening?”

“Actually, that’s none of your business, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick answers, completely nonchalant and still smiling. “But it means well for you.”

“Right,” you murmur, still finding yourself growing adjusted to Patrick’s somewhat erratic behaviour, let alone his distractingly sexy looks every single time your eyes land on him. “Sorry, um,” you clear your throat, clasping your hands in front of you, “there’s no reason now for me to hide how I feel about that.”

“I figured,” Patrick chuckles, gesturing towards his kitchen. “Would you like a drink? I have a number of fine Italian wines that I believe you would enjoy.”

Before you can even answer, Patrick heads into the kitchen with enthusiasm in every step as you politely move into the living room and take a seat upon one of his loveseats.

“Sangiovese wine in specific,” Patrick continues speaking, grabbing out a bottle and admiring the front label. “It’s a fine red wine popular in Italy. One can always find Sangiovese grapes growing in Tuscany, it’s native region, not to mention other various southern and central parts of Italy.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you,” you’re practically mesmerized by Patrick’s tone and how he can make what would be the most mundane, unnecessary explanation by anyone else sound like a fairy tale to you.

“From the moment we met, I came to the observation you enjoy red wine and red wine alone. White wine is not to your liking, is it?” Patrick takes out two wine glasses from his cupboard, setting them down on his kitchen counter in front of your line of vision.

“You’ve observed well,” you nod, smiling back. “I suppose I could have white wine every now and again but I’ve always preferred red.”

“You have excellent taste in wine,” Patrick compliments, pouring a quarter serving of wine in both glasses. “Sangiovese wines such as this one—” Patrick taps the bottle of wine with the back of his fingernails, “are rich in flavor. Even the color derives meaning from it’s name; the blood of Jupiter.” He picks up both glasses of wine, moving towards you. “You may enjoy the prominent cherry flavor upon first taste, but the dried herbs will add to a delectable aftertaste with a hint of plum.” Patrick hands you your glass of wine, pausing for a moment to smile at you again and give a small nod. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

Nodding, you take your glass of wine and blush. “I almost always drink a Sangiovese wine. You read me like a book, Mr. Bateman—”

“Patrick,” he corrects sharply while maintaining an overly friendly attitude. “You’re in my home now, Miss Ferrari. You don’t have to be formal with me.” Patrick raises his glass of wine to his lips. “I however, will call you whatever I wish.”

Taking a sip of your wine, you maintain eye contact with Patrick and find yourself clenching your legs while being unaware of it, but everything from how your expression changes, your body language and reaction times are noted by Patrick immediately and well.

“Patrick,” you repeat back, feeling your face grow hot with blush. “Thank you for this opportunity.”

“It presented itself,” Patrick swallows his wine, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him without taking his eyes off of you. “I saw what a patient yet confident and demanding woman you were throughout this week. I couldn’t take this position right from your hands now, could I?”

“I didn’t see it that way,” you reply back, “I always pictured you putting it in my hands.”

Patrick chuckles, shaking his head. “You more than have it now. I’m glad we made such an impression on you at Pierce & Pierce. That other woman, Lily, didn’t seem to think so.”

Your eyes widen a little but you hold your tongue, remembering Patrick practically scolding you a few moments ago for asking about Lily.

Patrick grins devilishly at you, noticing how you grow quiet. “I appreciate the gesture, Victoria,” he says your name for the first time, rising from his seat to sit directly next to you. “You won’t ask further questions.”

“You told me it was none of my business,” your heart begins to pound in your chest as you pick up the scent of Patrick’s heavenly cologne surrounding you. “And so it isn’t.”

“That’s right,” Patrick smirks. “You’ll find we do things differently at Pierce & Pierce; our rules do not shift but they are enforced strict. I have my own set of rules, and I have them for you now too.”

“Such as?” You can hardly focus on drinking your wine this close to Patrick.

“Your work attire,” Patrick places his hand over your thigh, sending a wave of excitement and pleasure rushing through you. “This skirt, for example…” He knits his brows, looking displeased.

“Oh,” you blink, unable to find anything wrong with the black, knee-length pencil skirt you’re wearing and had been wearing to work earlier today. “I’m sorry, what exactly don’t you like about it?”

“It’s not short enough,” Patrick’s eyes meet yours once again. “I want you to wear something shorter next time. Flatter your figure. You’d look good in something tighter and shorter.”

Your eyes don’t leave Patrick’s, but you can feel his hand taking your wine glass away gently and placing it down to reduce risk of you dropping it in surprise from how focused you are on Patrick’s words now.

“I’ve made my observations about you all week, Victoria,” Patrick continues, lowering his tone of voice as his hand begins to slowly glide up your skirt. “Your performance at Pierce & Pierce was more than satisfactory. Your attention to detail…” His hand moves up further to your upper thigh as you find yourself relaxing and spreading your legs further, but at a complete loss of words from throbbing, surprising arousal racking over your body. “Immaculate.”

You’ve no idea when Patrick’s face got so close to yours to breathe his words upon your neck, but you can’t get enough of feeling his firm, large hand caressing your skin.

“How you act around me is not workplace appropriate, so,” Patrick gives your thigh a squeeze, trailing his finger to trace your jawline. “I took the liberty to invite you somewhere private. My home—where you could indulge on all the dirty thoughts you have in my office about me. Isn’t that right?”

“Patrick…” Your eyes widen as you let out a soft whimper, watching his hands move underneath your skirt.

“And where I don’t have to sit and imagine what it’s like to feel your soft, supple skin; to touch and caress your thighs while adoring your body as one would do to a piece of art.” Patrick nuzzles your neck—his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the scent of your perfume.

With that, you feel Patrick's hand harshly smack your thigh, causing a quiet yet surprised moan to fly out of your mouth as you clutch onto his shoulder and feel his hand tenderly rubbing over the reddening skin where he hit you.

“Where I can have you all to myself.”

#prompts #not canon #vatrick #victoria ferrari #moth to flame x american psycho #patrick bateman x oc #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman x victoria ferrari #crossover prompts #patrick bateman smut

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An•am•ne•sis

/ˌanəmˈnēsəs/

1.the remembering of things from a supposed previous existence

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Portals were strange things.

Their magic seemed to ignore any possible wants or needs the group could possibly have, a full nights rest? Absolutely not, whatever magic transpired to drag them from era to era seemed to not care for their (lack) of a sleep schedule, dumping them more often then not in a location during the middle of the day rather then letting them get back to resting like they had been doing before.

Which is exactly what happened in this portal swap.

The dark magic dropped them heavily along the cobbled pathing that ran around them, the group groaned in pain as limbs once comfortable now were thrown into the harsh stoning of the new era. Twilight grasped at the flooring, groggily blinking his eyes as he attempted to get used to the sudden light of the world around them. He pushed the blankets off his legs, sitting up with a yawn, glancing about at the new area.

A tall castle towered in front of them, black and red mist heavily hanging over the castle, draping the usually gorgeous castle of the Hylian Royals in a horrid deadly atmosphere. The towers stood crumbled, lack of maintenance and care clear in the broken area. Dark shadows of monsters looming around the area casted over the dimly lit areas, never mind the sun, the sky held a red-ish look to it, dark magic protruding the atmosphere, casting fear in the hearts of the chain.

Twilight felt a sinking feeling in his gut as he realized when they were, staring at the large machine that rested on the mountains behind the castle. The red lasers no longer pointed to the castle, machines no longer glowing with power and life, now only filled with the feeling of dread. His cub was joining them, his cub wasn’t done.

Cub had told him how he planned on finally relaxing after he was done with his journey, how he was going to finally try and live a normal life. Sure he still wanted to adventure around, but he wanted to go through a normal life from then on, get a childhood he always had wished for. But of course…

Hylia is one sadistic fucker isn’t she.

Twilight cast a glance to time, the elders face was contorted in confusion at the sight around him, he reached a hand to a small bit of malice, only to stop at Twilight's alarmed grunt.

“Do you know where we are pup?” Time asked carefully, fixating his gaze on Twilight. Times hair fell loosely around his face, greasy and dirty from lack of care, and lack of his ability to wash off in the previous hyrules. A blood smear ran across his face, darker in color from the monsters that tormented the group on a daily basis.

Twilight hesitated, “yes I do,” twilight cautiously glanced around at the group, feeling his stomach drop as he remembered how large Cubs Hyrule was, how it would take ages to find him without the slate.

“So this is… your era.” Warriors guessed, a disgusted look falling his face as he moved away from the malice next to him. “No offense, but this is gross. Not to mention spooky. This is where you live?”

“No.” He says slowly, “thankfully mines not… like this. But I have been here. The link here is certainly… something. ” He could nearly hear the bombs exploding from the cubs wild style of fighting, the flashes of blue still ingrained in his mind from the horrors of trying to raise the kid.

“Something in a… bad way?” hyrule asked, ears flicking nervously as he focused on Twilight, green eyes trained on Twilights own. He shook his head, folding his blanket and shoving it into his bag.

He packed up his small pillow, the small earring that dangled from his ear made a light jangling noise as he moved, a reminder of how his cub had pierced his ear whilst in the desert to keep him cool. The magic of the earrings still confused him to this day, but despite that, he still always wore said earrings, adoring the safety they provided.

“No, not really in a bad way per say, he just… has a weird fighting style, and personality. In a good way of course.” He coughed after he stopped talking, remembering how horrible his cub was with social interactions. Then again, it was Twilights fault, being a wolf, he was completely unable to teach him social skills beyond knowing body language to an inhuman degree.

“Where would he be then?” Legend grumbled, face shoved into his pillow as he tried for five minutes more of rest, sky laying beside him in a similar position, although he most likely was sleeping.

“Anywhere. This place is giant. At Least three times larger then all the hyrules we have visited.” Twilight sighed, “we got unlucky, this place is dangerous as all hell. Hopefully he’s somewhere around here, might even be able to grab ‘im and get out.”

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#fanfic #linked universe #wild linked universe #legend linked universe #twilight linked universe #time linked universe #warriors linked universe #four linked universe #sky linked universe #hyrule linked universe #wind linked universe #dark link #hylia #lu fanfiction #angst #no good ending #eye gore #manipulation

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From The Book Emerges a Man (Part 1) - Miraak x Reader

AN: This is my first official request made by my spiritual twin the lovely @foxyanon ! It is also my first proper Skyrim fanfic! I was surprised to find I enjoyed writing this as much as I did. I think I may be a Miraak girl now. Also Miraak's appearance is inspired by both this fanart by buttery_roll on Instagram!

Masterlist here!

Summary: Hermaeus Mora, often regarded as a demonic trickster, has sentenced you to be responsible for Miraak for the rest of his days. You can't help but despise the former Dragon Priest. Until you realize that he's only human.

TW: Tentacles (not inherently sexual in context but still), violence, weapons, mentions of blood, tension, forced proximity trope, TENSION, talks of a cult, enemies to friends, no romance YET, Hermaeus Mora, vampires, no reader description except wears a dress

Pairings: Past Miraak x OC

Word Count: 3.3k

The First of the Dragonborns and the Last Dragonborn. You could imagine the bards singing of this legendary battle for the rest of the Era. A mythical tale centuries, maybe a few millennia, in the making.

Yet, you couldn’t do it. Staring at the former Dragon Priest before you, an arrow notched in your bow as you were prepared to release the final piercing blow, when you came to the realization. Hermaeus Mora would only use you to the end of your days. Yet, if Miraak were to live, you would be free. Having slain his dragons, Miraak was no longer a threat to Nirn.

So, you dropped the bow and turned away. You would exit the way you came with the Black Book. You were free, and free you would remain.

“No,” Hermaeus Mora said, appearing before you as the Wretched Abyss.

“I leave. He lives. You lose,” you said angrily. “I am tired of being the plaything to bastards who won’t handle their business themselves!”

“You wish for me to handle my business myself? So be it,” his voice echoed around you as though it emerged from the very air of his realm.

Tentacles emerged from the oily pool behind you and wrapped themselves around your neck. For a moment, you were ready. Sovngarde was a better fate, where you were revered and rewarded for your sacrifices to the world, than to be at Mora’s will for the rest of his days.

“You think I will kill you? No, foolish mortal. It is not your time, and it is not your fate,” Mora said to you, toying with you. “You are slated for more…divine prospects.”

“Fuck you,” you uttered as the tentacles squeezed tighter, inadvertently lifting you off the ground.

“Even fate may be changed should one so desire,” he told you, your vision going fuzzy at the edges as you struggled for air. “And since you have decided you shall change his, he is now yours. After all, you have a debt to be paid.”

He dropped you, his tentacles retreating to the ooze. You gasped for a breath when you hit your knees. The fuzziness disappeared as you stared at the ground. He couldn’t be serious.

“Miraak, the First Dragonborn, the betrayer of the Priests, the First Servant, your final task is to serve the Last Dragonborn until your last breath. You shall leave Apocrypha a mortal man once more, the clock beginning where it froze when I first brought you. This shall be your new fate.”

That was what brought you home to Skyrim, Miraak by your side. You knew it was easier than continuing to fight. You had relative freedom while forcing this betrayer of Men and Mer to help you in your duty to Nirn. It felt like justice enough.

Your first night back in Skyrim, you made your way by carriage to your home, Lakeview Manor. You had thought the first person you would bring there, aside from your housecarl Rayya that is, would be your husband. Never had you imagined you would be forced to share your home with a long unimportant Dragon Priest.

“This is where you will keep me? This…hovel?” he asked as you began to dismount the carriage. “I was a king!”

You pulled him down by his robes, and flung him into the dirt. You put your full weight on top of him, sitting with a knee on either side of his chest. You pulled Mehrune’s Dagger from its sheath on your side and held the blade to his throat.

“A king?” you snarled. “You were a tool, a puppet, to be used by Mora until your veins ran dry! And now he’s stuck you with me. Tell me, little worm, do you feel the threatening aura of this blade now? Now that you can once again die by a mortal’s hand, do you feel the fear you brought upon others?”

The fact he still insisted upon wearing the mask and robes from his days as a Dragon Priest infuriated you to no end. It kept you from seeing the fear this blade now instilled in him. You could feel it in the way his muscles tensed under you. The nikriin (coward) was so used to preying on those he could control and manipulate, he didn’t know how to play fair.

You moved your dagger from his throat and cut away at the fabric holding his golden mask in place. In anger, you threw it far from where you two were and watched it as it disappeared down the hill. And if the Divine were good, you would never see the stupid thing in your life again.

You were surprised when you turned back to face him. You had not known much of the Dragon Priests, if you were honest, at least not before you were declared Dragonborn. So, you truly had not expected the man before you.

You would be surprised if Miraak was younger than forty, at least physically. There were fine lines on from the outer corners of his eyes. His hair was darker than you had expected, black with white peppered throughout. It was fast approaching his shoulders, a few wisps resting across his face. His beard was much the same in terms of coloring, the short coarse hair following along his jawline and trailing around his lips.

What captivated you, though, were the scars and his eyes. The scars, you suppose, could’ve been expected. He had championed a rebellion against Dragons, and you were all too familiar with them at this point to think the scars, that dragged across his face from under his right eye and disappearing into the left half of his beard, had been made by anything other than the claws of dragons. His eyes were overwhelmingly stunning. A sliver of a black pupil surrounded by a bright yellow that faded into a burning orange, his eyes looked reptilian.

“I earned my kingdom, Dragonborn,” he growled.

You pushed yourself off of him, practically growling in pure frustration as you sheathed your dagger. You began to walk into the house, thinking of ways you could send him back to Oblivion, when you stopped. Your old friend Faendal had always told you your heart was too big, and as you thought about the man who had been alone for over a millennia, you could understand why. You almost felt a pity for him now, as mortal as any other man with everyone he had ever known dead.

You did not turn back to face him. You merely took in a few deep breaths, smelling the smoke from the hearth’s fire floating into the sky above and the lake all but a stone’s throw away. And it felt calming. That was why you picked this place.

“Go to the lake and take a bath, you stink of horse and sea. I will have my steward bring you a set of clothes, leave the robes. I want no other connection to the atrocities you’ve committed in my house. We stay here for a week, then I have other holdings I must tend to,” you told him before walking into the home.

Your week went by rather quickly. Thankfully, both Falkreath and Whiterun were close enough to Lakeview that you could check on them during the week. The Jarls and their stewards had no news for their holds, each citing the end of the war as better news for their jails. None of your contacts in either offered a different story. At least for now, all seemed right in your favorite corner of the world.

Until you returned to the manor and found Miraak struggling to wrestle your cow into a single place so that he could milk it. You didn’t even really understand what you were seeing as you watched this insane man. He was wearing standard tavern clothes, the only clothes for men you had in your possession, and just kept wrapping his arms around the cow in a multitude of places. You could only assume he was trying hold it one position, at least.

You looked to Rayya, who was leaning against a nearby tree with a smirk on her face. You walked over to your steward.

“What is going on??” you asked her.

“You told me you wanted him to earn his keep. The ignorant fool won’t accept the fact that he is failing,” she said, chuckling.

“So you think it better to allow him to stress out my cow?” you asked.

“I tried, my Thane. He would not listen to anyone but you,” she told you. She shook her head and walked away, no doubt to do her rounds of the property.

Sighing, you walked over to the pen that held your cow and chickens. The chickens may not have been smart, but they had at least managed to keep out of his grasp. Your poor cow, that you had named after Faendal after one too many Black-Briar Meads, was mooing indignantly as she kept trying to step out of his grasp. She was just a little too slow to accomplish it.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“This cow will learn it’s place. It will listen to me,” he told you, not even bothering to glance your way as he repositioned his grip once more.

“Oh my fuck are you truly that much of an idiot?” you asked him as you pulled him off the cow.

He stood straight and looked down at you. He truly was an imposing force. Without his padded robes, he was still broad shouldered. You were near certain he was a solid wall of muscle, taller than you by at least a head.

“Rayya cares for her every day, you are a stranger to her. She has no trust in you, she will not willingly give you what you have not yet earned,” you snapped at him.

His eyes, which still dazzled you, moved down to look directly at his feet. You could see Miraak’s jaw clench and release a few times over.

“I…I apologize, Dragonborn. I merely thought I should earn my keep here,” he said quietly. “I know that you more than anyone is paying a price near too high for Mora’s trickery.”

His apology was sincere. So sincere, in fact, you were rendered speechless. The last few weeks had been so intense, between the Mora’s decision, the journey back to Skyrim from Solstheim, and the duties and detours you had as was your duty to Skyrim. You had never once suspected he may, after so long, feel some inkling of regret for his actions.

“Just…my stewards, anyone I employ, really, they know what they are doing. You can trust that their instruction will be true and fair,” you muttered. You began to side step him when his arm grabbed you.

You had been travelling light since your return, trading your normal armor for a green dress that you saw that tavern woman wore. It felt freeing, to some degree, to be able to go at least just a few days without armor stiffening your movements. So, his hand touched your bare skin. Goose pimples popped up over your entire body as his heat spread over you and your blood rushed to your cheeks.

“How was your trip?” he asked you. Surprised, you turned to face him. His handsome face once again took your breath away.

“Uneventful. Thank the Divine,” you said. His eyes traveled to your chest, where an amulet to your favorite Divine rested.

“I didn’t take you for one of piety,” he commented.

“I never was but being a god sent piece to move about the board, you gain an appreciation,” you muttered.

“I shall get our things ready to ride for Solitude tomorrow,” he said. He let you go and walked into the house.

It was supposed to be a simple ride. You had made it so many times and so many ways. You had even chosen to stick to the roads this time to avoid any such event.

But pesky vampires didn’t care much for plans. They were getting more courageous, some even coming out in the broad daylight. Which is exactly what these did.

There were at least ten of them. It was one of the larger groups you had come across. And when one laid slain at your feet, another came. They were overwhelming you.

Until he saved you.

In moments that were almost too quick to comprehend, he had cut down any vampire that had touched you. There was a fire burning in his eyes as he moved his sword about. You stood there, stunned, as the blood of vampires drenched him when the last of them were dead.

He looked at you, that fire seeming to consume him. Miraak closed the distance between you, pulling your dented helm from your head to toss it aside, and took your face in his firm hands.

“Are you hurt?” he asked you. His eyes searched your face. Your armor had thankfully kept any of their attacks from reaching your flesh.

“Yes,” you whispered.

He looked like he was at a loss for words entirely. His gaze softened as he looked you over once more. And if you were crazy, which despite all the blows to the head you most definitely were not, you would have sworn he looked a little teary eyed.

“Let’s set up camp for the evening. It would be night soon, and you should rest,” he said quietly as he released you from his hold. You watched as he walked away into the nearby forest.

You looked as the sun was beginning to set over the mountains. Thankfully there was enough light left to arrange your camp. You got to work silently on building a simple lean-to with enough room to fit both of you. You had hidden it a bit past the tree line, giving you perfect view of the road without being seen from it.

Miraak returned to your side not long after you were finished making a fire with a deer he had shot down and dressed. And so you watched as he butchered it down into smaller slabs of meat. Once it was on the fire cooking, the stars already shone bright in the sky.

“You can’t milk a cow but you can field dress a deer?” you asked him. You were both sitting by the fire, and you glanced up at him.

The firelight danced across his features. It seemed to make the scars even deeper. His eyes practically glowed at any time, but seemed ethereal now.

“It is not much different than slaughtering a Dragon. More pliable, but that typically works to my favor,” he answered with a shrug.

“I have to ask. You were…I mean you were a dragon priest. The world laid at your feet, you only had to answer to the dragons. Why ruin all that, why turn on them and seal your fate in Apocrypha?” you asked him.

Until you had spoken the words, you didn’t realize how much you desired an answer. The stories from the Merethic Era were scattered at best. Most of them had been deemed so impossible that they were nothing but a legend. Even Miraak’s story had been lost, and his was truth.

“The Dragons were cruel. Simple as that,” he told you with another shrug.

“No. That was known by everyone once they arrived in Tamriel. That’s not a good enough answer. So the truth. Now,” you said firmly.

He sighed and leaned forward a bit. He adjusted the meat’s position over the fire before looking to you.

“There were barely better to us than they were the men they ruled over. We were given control, sure, but at what cost? They fed us their barely edible scraps, instructed us to build temples until our hands bled. They didn’t even allow human companions for us, only them. It is not a great wonder many were able to scatter and bury the dragons, we were used to being alone,” he told you. You leaned back a bit, resting yourself against the shelter.

“There was a woman,” he said quietly.

“Isn’t there always?” you muttered. If he heard you, he didn’t acknowledge your words.

“This woman was…she was beautiful. One of your Divines personified, if I ever cared to wager. There was no other explanation for how one as stunning as the stars could exist on Nirn,” he said. His voice was soft, heavy.

“You fell in love,” you whispered.

You had never imagined a man such as him in love. In the few stories you had managed to hear, he was not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. More akin to the dragons he once served than a rabbit. And his ferocity in the fight against the vampires earlier felt like proof of that.

But then you thought of the way he looked at you. The way he touched you, or held you. How ever since he joined your company, you hadn’t so much as even gotten a scratch. How he seemed to always be aware of the next step, ensuring that no harm came to you.

Your heart began fluttering against your chest like a thousand butterflies has been entrapped inside you. You had been so preoccupied with hating him and hating how he had been thrust upon you, you had never thought of him as anything but a monster.

“I did. But like I said, our lives were dedicated to the Dragons. We were allowed nothing more. The rest of the world…the dragons made their lives torturous, yes. I will not deny that, and I will not deny the part I played. But, at least they got to share their life with someone.”

You nodded silently.

“When Alduin found out I dared break one of their many rules, he made me watch as they tore her limb from limb. My dear Thildys, whose only crime was being the object of all my desires. And if that were not cruel enough, The World Eater marked me for eternity with his claws still dripping with her blood,” he said.

Your heart ached for him. You remembered how you felt when you found Kodlak had been killed. The betrayal from the universe felt as real as any wound you had suffered. You weren’t even in love with Kodlak and you killed the Silver Hands to avenge him and the entire Glenmoril Coven just to give him way to escape the clutches of Hircine’s Hunt.

You thought of what you would do for a person you had loved. Especially if the beings you considered gods made you watch while they tore your love apart. And you felt a burning desire within you to destroy anyone who had so much as whispered your name. You couldn’t begin to fathom what it would feel like for real.

“You rebelled in revenge,” you said.

“I did. I thought…I thought if I overpowered them I would have the power to turn back fate. They feared me, for a while, as I amassed followers and slew Dragons. And then I began to lose, the rest of the Dragon Priests circled Alduin and fought against me, turned my allies against me. Then Mora promised me that if I served him, he would give Thildys back to me. That is all I have wanted all this time,” Miraak finished his tale.

You were waiting for some lament about how Mora tricked him. That seemed to be the status quo wherever Hermaeus Mora made himself known. He would promise powerful people the world, and all they got was an earful of lies.

But yet nothing of the sort fell from his lips. He merely pulled the meat off the fire and portioned both of you out some. You noticed he handed you a larger slab. Before you could protest, he spoke.

“You have her eyes, Dragonborn.”

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yaatrickyassification · 2 years

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Can I request, Minhwan Ma and Hanwool Phi being all jealous over their S/o clingy and affectionate best friend who has been stealing their S/o attention :DDD

Thank you for your request!

[ Minhwan Ma, Hanwool Phi x Gn! Reader ] - Minhwan Ma and Hanwool Phi are all jealous of their S/o clingy and affectionate best friend who has been stealing their S/o attention.

Minhwan Ma:

If there is one thing that Minhwan Ma hates in the entirety of his life is someone who’s a little piece of shit and can’t keep their arms to themselves, Minhwan watch your so-called ‘self-proclaimed’ best friend with murderous eyes as the best friend can’t seem to get a hint from Minhwan’s scathing glare and continued hanging on to your arm with no intention of letting go whatsoever.

The passing students in the halls leisurely wasted their time before the next class starts or in their interpretation; hell, shivered as they come upon the black-purplish era coming out of the body of Minhwan. Everyone tenses under the hall's silent but deadly aura that seems to spread everywhere, plaguing the other students with fear and bated breaths.

Sensing the rising tension in the air, you turned your head back and ignored the unpleasant whines of your best friend who was still clinging to your arm without any fear for their life. “Minhwan? Is everything okay?” You address your boyfriend who was uncharacteristically brooding in the background.

Minhwan Ma saw that smug look on your best friend’s face and his hands that were on his sides twitches uncontrollably, one look at that smug face of theirs is all that it takes to make the hot raging volcano finally explode and let out its ferocious magma that swallows everything in their way.

At your question, your best friend who has steel for guts stopped with their unceasing rambles and averted their gaze away from your figure and to your boyfriend who was silently looking at them with pure intent to kill in his piercing brown eyes. Heh. A smug smirk was all it took from your best friend.

“You motherfucker—” Before you can even visualize what happened, Minhwan already has your best friend in his grasp, his small and slender fingers doing their job easier, as Minhwan choked the living shit out of your best friend, who was struggling. Their nails left dents and scratches on the back of Minhwan and yet he doesn’t seem to care, as he continues to reprieve them from their airway.

You stared baffled, and your brain and motor functions finally kicked in before trying to kick Minhwan out of the way to stop your boyfriend from committing murder and being put behind bars which you don’t want, because (1) that means less couple bonding between the two of you. “Minhwan! Wait, you need to stop! You might kill someone if you continue—”

For a split second, Minhwan stopped with his painful actions as he turned to look at you, your best friend laying limp in his stronghold. “Stop? Do you want me to stop killing this motherfucker right now? They were all over you like a fucking leech. It’s annoying, if you hadn't been here, I would have cut off their arms first before sending them off to the afterlife. Shouldn’t you feel thankful? I’m getting rid of useless trash for you.”

You suck in a breath before taking out your phone, you just hope that google has clear and detailed instructions on how to properly bury a body and how to get away with murder.

Hanwool Phi:

Hanwool is okay with almost everything or should I say— was, at first, Hanwool was naïve. They were your best friend, of course, they would be a little touchy, a bit intimate, and a whole lot smothering with their affection. Because I mean, who wouldn’t want to get you for themselves? Am I right? You had a world too on your own, your world doesn’t revolve around a man named Hanwool Phi. But this is taking it too far.

Hanwool sneers as he watches the messages of your best friend continue to pile up on your phone, numerous notifications keep on popping up on your phone with no rest and all Hanwool did was watch the pathetic excuse of a human to keep on bombing your phone on a weekend with messages of going out together to have some best friend bonding time.

Hanwool almost let out a laugh as he felt hands wrapping around his small waist, hands that is familiar to him throughout his life, the hands that held him up when he was down, the hands that piece him back all together when his life breaks apart every second, and oh my god, the hands that focus on him solely, giving him affection that he never even thought of him to be lucky enough to have.

He let out a fond but lovesick sigh and turned to face you who was still sleeping soundlessly without any care for the world, without any care for the fluctuating heartbeat of the man you were hugging without a care for the world. And for heaven’s sake, Hanwool smiled and opened the camera app.

He quickly takes a photo of him and you together, in bed. A smile made its way onto Hanwool’s lips as the photo was quickly sent with a short introduction, quick and straight to the point.

A smile and a click on the block button commenced and Hanwool smugly looked at your phone, before finally getting himself into the comfortable and warm confines of both his bed and your embrace. A smile was ripped off of him again as he remembered the picture that he had sent your best friend. There's a possibility that you might be angry at him for doing something so rash but what’s a little anger that Hanwool Phi can’t tame?

[y/n] [l/n]

Sent at 2:20pm

[picture]

Hello, I’m Hanwool Phi. I’m her boyfriend and they’re currently busy right now as you can see, I’ll make sure to tell them what you said.

The picture of you and Hanwool was downright salacious, with your sleeping figure and your arms tightly wound around Hanwool’s waist, and the pure, pristine white blankets covered up your entire figure but the blanket that slips down from your bare shoulders indicated that you were completely naked.

But the worst thing of it all was the man, with white bed hair that still seems to frame his handsome face. A smirk or was it a grin was plastered on his face, the blanket covered up the entirety of his lower half, and the scratches and red splotches that adorn the silky and white skin of the man seemed to tell a story of passion that happened between lovesick lovers.

Hanwool smiles and finally drifts off to sleep, good thing he managed to save the photo in his phone before you cause a ruckus.

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noorpersona · 1 month

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You Can't Be Serious NSFW (Reader x Iwaizumi)

High school is an extremely short era in people's lives. The choices you make don’t really matter, and the friends you made in that time usually wash away in the memories that overtake you in the cruel hours of early morning.

For most people at least.

In life, you’d guess that the world was split in two with these drastically different, but equally true opinions. But for you, it’d definitely be the first one. Had you not randomly joined the Seijoh High School boys' volleyball club on a whim as manager in your first year, you were very sure that your life would be completely different than it is right now.

You wouldn’t have four best friends that you keep in contact and chat with almost every day, and even more so, you wouldn’t being engaged at this very moment.

Yes, you were in fact engaged to your first crush and one of your very best friends. You weren’t high school sweethearts, and it wasn’t love at first sight, but more of a gradual thing that had started by the start of college and grown into something that you wouldn’t trade for the world. The ring adorning your left hand was a weight you’ve gladly grown accustomed to, having the ability to make you smile whenever the glimmer of the diamond caught your eye.

Of course, smiling to yourself in a random café was a little embarrassing, but hell if you couldn’t stop yourself. Instead, your smiling turned from the ring to the man you called out your name. You wouldn’t' be surprised if the people sitting in nearby tables thought that the man coming towards you, seemingly intimidating with the number of piercings and tattoos he had, however canceled out with the lazy grin slapped on his face, was your husband-to-be. But you both knew better.

“Hey there, Iwaizumi-san.” Matsukawa’s voice is light and teasing as he approaches your table, with you standing to greet him properly, head shaking slightly at his antics. You give him a quick hug, smiling up at him.

“You don’t have to call me that Issei. Though I will admit it does have a nice ring to it.” He hums as you both go to sit at the table again. “Also, you’re twenty minutes late. What’d you do, crawl here?”

Matsukawa clicks his tongue.

“I came here as fast as I could. It takes a lot of effort to look this good you know.” His arm raises to gesture at himself, jacket slipping down a little ways down his wrist where you could see the beginning of his most recent tattoo that you were against him getting. (What, 14 aren’t enough for you?) You snort.

“Believe me, I know.” He raises his pierced brow at you.

“Hey, it's just chance Hajime got to you first. I could’ve had you if I wanted you.” Its’ your turn to raise a brow.

“Issei... You’re gay.” His response is immediate.

“And he’s goddamn lucky I am. You would’ve fallen for me in an instant if I turned it on back then.” If this wasn’t considered a nice place, you’re sure he would’ve put his feet up on the table, confidence and pride just oozing off him, in the way you admittedly loved.

“Really now? Well, I’m sure my personal trainer fiancé would love to hear that.” A beat of silence hits the table.

“You play dirty.”

You shrug. “Where’s the fun in playing fair?”

“You gotta point.” You chuckle, finally looking at the menu given to you when you were first seated at the table. Matsukawa had actually invited you to lunch, for what you had assumed would be a mini celebration of yours and Hajime’s engagement, but only problem is...

Hajime wasn’t invited. In fact, you were told not to tell him you were going at all.

And, to your knowledge, he was a supposed to be a pretty important aspect of the celebration. When you had initially asked the reason to this impromptu lunch, and why you were told to keep it a secret from your fiancé, Matsukawa had been danced around the question, saying something along the lines of ‘What, I can’t ask one of my best friends to a random lunch? What is up with this society?’

Needless to say, you were suspicious.

You conspicuously look up from your menu, watching Matsukawa as he read his casually. As though this meeting was truly innocent, like there was nothing up his sleeve.

You’d known this man much too long to think for any second he’d do anything with innocent intent.

A server comes and takes your orders quickly and tells you that your food should arrive shortly. In this time, you figure out a proper strategy to try and find out what the hell this man is planning.

“So...” You start, fingers lightly circling the wooden table separating you two. “Mind telling me why you brought me out here so suddenly and why I was sworn to secrecy?” Matsukawa looks to you with half lidded eyes like he usually does, smile light and playful. Truly, an amazing poker face. Had you known him any less you

would’ve been none the wiser, but thankfully, you knew him all too well.

“I can’t take some time out of my very busy work life to see my favourite person in our ragtag group? Do you trust me that little?” You deadpan.

“Yes, I trust you that little. And what busy work life? Takahiro literally just told me you went out and bought as many RubberDucks with sunglasses you could find two days ago. For fun.” He scoffs.

“Well, excuse you, my work is very tiring. I need to find some ways to relax.” You can’t stop the roll of your eyes.

“You work at a funeral home and part time.”

“One could argue I’m doing the Lord’s work.” You fail to mask your face with the veil of annoyance, letting your smile take away any intensity you might’ve had. Chats with Matsukawa definitely didn’t get old.

“Then being the Lord’s helper, don’t you think you could cut the bullshit and tell me what it is you want from me?” He snickers, then goes silent. His face turns deadly serious in an instant, and his eyes meet yours. His stare was so intense you started to get a bit frightened. Was there actually something going on?

“I’m pregnant.” The tightening you felt in your chest was lifted as your tired sigh filled the air surrounding you. You wonder if this lunch was actually worth your time, in the moments that Matsukawa tries to contain his laughter to small chuckles.

“Issei...” He raises his hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine, fine. I brought you out here because I wanted to give you a little engagement present.” Your mood significantly lightens up at his words, mostly because the tiny anxieties in the back of your head of something bad really happening was finally put at bay. The sound of a ruffled paper bag hits your ears as he pulls your present from under the table and on top. (Really, how did you not notice it earlier?)

But you were still a little confused.

“And Hajime couldn’t know because?” Your question trails on as you grab the bag, peering over the table to a smaller white box in the bag. The box was unmarked, and you wondered what it could be.

“He’d beat the shit outta me.” Matsukawa said matter of factly. “He told us no gifts, remember?” Come to think about it, you do remember that. After he announced that you two were engaged to Matsukawa, Hanamakki, and Oikawa you vividly remember Oikawa over video crying about the things he could send from Barcelona, and Hajime saying that’d he punch him the next time they met if he did.

Hajime didn’t really like gifts all that much and it was understandable. He was the kind of guy who appreciated your company more than materialistic objects, which is something you did find really sweet. And he wasn’t alone in his opinion either, since you didn’t really like gifts either, but your reasoning was much shallower; In all honesty, having to remember who gave what and try to reciprocate the level of quality that person had given you before is a hassle.

You’d rather just be given money and be done with it.

But you would be lying to say that it didn’t feel nice to have someone go through the trouble of doing this.

“Aw, Issei... You didn’t have to...” He smiled again, slightly more genuine than the last. “It’s not a problem.” You thanked him, before enthusiastically looking at the box, attempting to open it.

“Actually, I’d refrain from opening it now.” He stops you dead in your tracks, and you look up confused.

“Huh? Why?”

“Let’s just say it's something you definitely wanna open alone.” Your expression makes him laugh but he doesn’t say anything further. You have half the nerve to throw caution to wind and open it anyways, but something deep inside your conscience tells you to listen to him. You hold your slightly concerned gaze, as you gently place the box back into the bag.

“Alright then...” You say cautiously, putting the bag next to your chair. “Can you at least tell me what it is?” His grin turns Cheshire.

“I’m bound by the law of my own unwillingness, and it has extremely strict regulations. So, unfortunately, I’m unable to tell you at this current moment in time. You’ll just have to see for yourself.” He says causally as he watches you slump back in your seat like a child with a laugh. You give him a side glance.

"So, you really just called me out here to give me this?”

“Yup.”

“With no other allterior motive?”

“Nope.” You sigh again, right as your food is being delivered. You both give a quick thanks.

“And you couldn’t have told me this over the phone?”

“What fun is that?” He says, mouth now full of food. You scoff as you begin to eat

your own, still slightly annoyed for being worried over seemingly nothing. Matsukawa notices.

“Aww, are you mad? What can I do for you to forgive me?” His mock pleading voice makes you smile again despite yourself. You click your tongue.

“You can start by treating me.” And with that you drop it. _________________________

The rest of the meal was quite pleasant, with Matsukawa paying for your meal just like you asked and congratulating you once again. You make plans to have lunch again with him and Hanamakki sometime soon, then finally leave for home.

During the meal, you mostly forgot about the present Matsukawa got for you. Sure, the delivery was weird, but Matsukawa was just weird in nature, so you didn’t really think much of it. You loosely held the bag in your hand as you took the train ride home. Your walk back was calm, and everything was ordinary until you returned to the small one-bedroom apartment that you and Hajime shared.

“I’m home!” You called out, taking off your coat and shoes. You hear no response. You crinkle your nose. Hajime should be home by now. You walk into the living, looking for your fiancé, to find a small note on the little table you have your meals on.

Had to pick up someone's shift at the gym, so I’ll be home late tonight. Don’t worry about food I’ll get some on the way. Love you, Hajime

You feel warmth race through you at the note. You always teased him about stuff like this, saying that he should text you instead, but he still did it anyways.

Not that it matters anyways, he knows you like it.

You let a little exhale as you place the note back down. Looks like you're on your own for the rest of the evening. You decide that today would be the perfect time to do nothing but lazy around, since you haven’t done that in a long time and it’s a Friday night damnit. Living an adult lifestyle can be so tiring sometimes, and you deserve a break.

You nod to yourself and prepare for a day of relaxing, throwing your clothes into your hamper and taking the necessary items for a long hot shower. You take your time, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles, and calm you down entirely.

By the time you finish, the bathroom is full of steam, and you know that you’re going to cringe at your water bill this month, but at the moment you didn’t care. You wrap

yourself with your towel and exit filled with bliss. Mind free of all ailments. At least until your eyes land on that paper bag.

You stare at it, and you swear it stares back at you. Every second that passes, you feel your curiosity peak more and more until you can barely stand it.

“Let’s just say it's something you definitely wanna open alone.”

Matsukawa’s words bounce around in your head, and it is his words that make you grab the bag and move to your bedroom, setting it on the bed before removing the unmarked box from its confinements.

You’re eager yet weirdly cautious as you open the box, seeing nothing but coloured tissue paper on the surface. Removing that you find a smaller package. Picking it up you instantly recognize it as the weight of clothes.

Seems normal enough. Why would I not want to open this in public?

You rip the packaging open, to be met with the reason as to why he didn’t want you opening this in public. Your jaw dropped.

It was the sluttiest lingerie set you’d ever seen, in fact, lingerie would be an overstatement.

Lingerie had more fabric than this monstrosity.

It came with a thick light pink collar, and you wish that the was the worst of it. The top was completely pink mesh, made to show everything except the nipples, which even then didn’t do that job correctly because you knew there was no way that would be covering anything properly with this material. The panties, if you could even call them that, were just three pink strings, not even covering what underwear was supposed to cover.

And of course, there were some thigh highs. Because why not add more to this shitshow.

Your face grows more and more red as you stare at the ‘clothes’ in your hands. You stare and stare, and stare... Until your embarrassment of holding such an item turns to pure rage and bitter resentment towards the person that is Matsukawa Issei.

You dial his number in anger and shame, getting more pissed for every ring you hear. Finally, he answers. You don’t even give him time to say hello.

“You perverted son of a bitch.” There’s a pause.

“Hi, you’ve actually reached the boyfriend of the aforementioned ‘perverted son of a bitch’. Can I be of service to you?” Hanamakki’s tone is mockingly serious, amplified over the crispness of the phone audio, and you’re really not in the mood.

“Where the hell is Issei?”

“I’m afraid he’s occupied with a couple dozen RubberDucks and a bath. Perhaps I can solve your issue?” You scoff.

“My issue is that your boyfriend is a sick fuck.” You practically spit. There's another pause.

“Didn’t we establish this? Like a long time ago?” You let out an exasperated sigh. You don’t know why you’re even bothering at this point, there are two peas of the same pod; they were practically made for each other.

“Takahiro, I’m serious. You won’t believe what that rat bastard gave me as an ‘engagement present’.” You use the term present lightly. Like anyone would ever want this.

“Yeah, I know. Can you believe I owe his dumbass a 1000 yen now?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, letting out another scoff unintentionally.

“You knew?”

“Please, I was the one who picked it out.” You tried multiple times to make sensible sentences, but your frustration was getting the better of you. Hanamakki listens to you stumble over your sentences patiently. You take a couple of deep breaths, not wanting your blood pressure to rise.

“Why?” You stress, after realizing that you wouldn’t be able to form anything coherent.

“I’ve actually prepared a whole presentation on this subject matter. It mostly concentrates on, ‘Why the hell not?’” He snickers.

You could swear you saw read.

“Takahiro.” Your tone is clearly conveying your current emotions because you swore you could hear Hanamakki gulp nervously. “Look, it was only a gag gift. No harm, no foul. If you don’t want to use it-” You cut him off with another of your scoffs.

“I’m sorry, ‘Use it’?! What on earth would I use this abomination for?!” There's a beat of silence between you two.

“...Do we really need to have this conversation?” Your nose unintentionally wrinkles.

“You’re not really saying, that either Hajime or I would enjoy this?” You raise the items in your hand, as though Hanamakki could see.

“You, maybe not. But Hajime, most definitely.” You blink, once, twice, slowly.

It’s you who doesn’t say anything for a while, as you stare at the lingerie in your hand.

Hajime would like this? Really?

You could hear Hanamakki sigh on the other end.

“I can practically hear you contemplating your life choices. I am actually sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” You narrow your eyes.

“Are you really?”

“No, this conversation has been really fun. But,” You roll your eyes. “What I’m telling you is true. That thing is maddening I’ll say that much.”

“Yes, because your advice on me and my fiancés' sex life is much appreciated.” You hear his laugh.

“I’m only saying that if Issei came out in something like that, we wouldn’t be leaving the house for days-”

“Ew, ew, I’m hanging up now.” You abruptly end the phone call upon the images of your best friends doing things in certain outfits infiltrate your mind.

You sigh heavily, all the work you put into relaxing dissipating into nothing after a single phone call. You lay back on your bed, eyes trailing to the fabric still in your hand.

That thing is maddening I’ll say that much.

You wince at the fresh memory bouncing in your head, unable to think about anything else.

You sit up straight, a newfound sense of frustration and throw fashion’s version of the spawn of Satan back in its box.

You had more self-respect than this. You had more pride than this.

You would never, ever, put yourself in a position where someone could ever see you like that. It was gross, weird and something you’d never do.

Never, ever.

_________________________

You can’t believe you’re doing this.

Your head is bowed in shame as you slide the thigh highs on your legs. For as shady as it looked, the material felt surprisingly good.

Whether you liked it or not, Hanamakki knew his shit.

You gave the socks one final tug before standing up and slowly looking at yourself in the mirror, full of fear and distaste that you caved into the words of your idiotic friends.

Your eyes widened at what you saw. You quite literally couldn’t believe it was you.

The bra seemed to fit you perfectly, and you had half a nerve to call up Hanamakki and ask him how he got it so accurately, but a part of you felt it was better to not know the answer. The underwire fit directly into the contours of your breasts, knowing exactly how to push them up and close, creating more cleavage than you’d ever seen on your self. Of course your nipples were showing from the transparency of the fabric, and sheer lack of it showed the bumps of your buds, leaving nothing to the imagination. The underwear hugged tugged your hips downward in the magical ratio of accentuating your waist, really showing off your figure. The string that went directly down your ass also somehow managed to make it look nicer, and you aren’t even sure how.

All in all, you were shocked to say the least. You couldn’t take your eyes off yourself, and you completely understood what Matsukawa and Hanamakki were talking about.

But obviously that didn’t mean showing this to Hajime. You have no idea how he’d react, and honestly, you’re too much of a coward to try and find out.

But apparently, you wouldn’t have much of a choice.

You jump from your trance at the sound of a door opening and closing, your heart jumping up to your throat in pure anxiety.

“I’m home.” You hear Hajime call out from the living, and you immediately start to panic, the sound drying up in your throat. Truth be told you weren’t the best at handling things under pressure, and while there were dozens of possible solutions to your problem, none were coming to mind.

Your name is called in question, your fiancé used to having you welcome him home. You squeak, stumbling to the door.

“I’m in our room, Hajime! I’m just trying something on!” You yell out, all the while

hopping on one foot trying to remove the socks as quickly as possible.

“Oh? You went shopping?” Your heart sinks. On any normal occasion, you’d show him what you’d bought if you did go shopping, so it’d look even more suspicious to hole yourself in your room.

“Oh trust me, this isn’t something I’d ever buy. Ever.” You chuckle nervously.

“What is it?” His voice was clearer now, you could tell he was on the other side of the door. For some reason, you stop undressing.

This thing is maddening I’ll say that much. There’s a pause, but before you know it words are flowing out of your mouth. “Nah, you don’t want to know...” Hajime hears you mumble, embarrassed. He was intrigued.

“Then why would I ask?” A silence follows, consisting of you finding the courage to actually show him this abomination. “You have to promise to not get mad, okay?” Hajime raises a brow.

“...Alright?” You take a minute to get the nerve.

“Issei and Takahiro got us a gift for the engagement-Well, not really it was more of a joke, a gross joke-But I just got curious and-“ You realize that it’d be more embarrassing to explain it rather than show it, so you take a deep breath, hike up your socks and slowly turn the knob. You cautiously open the door to find Hajime standing there, eyes widening the second you came into full view, his breath stuttering. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Please don’t laugh.” You sigh out, defeated.

He didn’t say anything, not being able to see his face but peeking high enough to see his Adam’s apple bob.

A couple of seconds felt like hours, and when there was absolutely no response, with your anxiety rising, you quickly tried to diffuse the situation.

“This was clearly a mistake. I’ll just go take it off—“ As you go to turn around, Hajime grips your arm.

Almost desperately. Without a single word spoken. You turn back around, scared and confused.

“Hajime?” You’re barely able to get his name out before he kisses you. Hard enough to make you stumble back into your shared bedroom, almost falling over. He’s quick to catch you though, hands immediately reaching to grab your ass, pressing so firmly

you’re sure it’ll leave marks. His mouth hasn’t left yours, completely dominating you as his tongue licks yours, making your whole body shiver. Your bodies are pressed firmly against each other, with everything happening so fast you don’t realize he had pushed you to the bed.

When his lips finally leave yours, they don’t go very far, travelling down your neck only to lick and bite at it. You could already feel the bruising happening, trying to get a word out before his fingers rubbing over your thinly clothed nipples rendered you unable to talk, only letting out surprised moans and whimpers. He plucks at them until they’re at straining attention, so sensitive you can’t stop the quakes going through your body. You start to feel hot, feeling his warmth come off in sudden waves as you feel the pressure of his chest against your stomach, realizing that he’s travelling downwards.

You aren’t given any warning before the flat of his tongue licks you. You jump up, yelping your fiancé’s name, immediately gripping his hair. This only seems to spur him on, a growl ripping through his throat, vibrating against you as he licks and sucks at your clit with such intensity. You can barely hold yourself together, grip only getting tight and you only getting louder. When he started to point his tongue to make figure eights on your pearl, you swear you began to see stars.

“Hajime—“ You whined, not being coherent enough to say anything else, beginning to feel yourself get closer to climax. With Hajime most likely sensing this, he stops, giving you the first proper look at him.

He looked crazed. More crazed than you’ve ever seen him.

His hair was destroyed (mostly your doing), eyeing you like you were a piece of meat waiting to be devoured, his mouth covered in the essence of you.

“I didn’t say you could cum.” His voice was coarse, his adam’s apple bobbing intensely and you felt yourself shiver.

Something tells you you’re going to be sore in the morning. _________________________ Hours had passed, and the two of you had finally gone to bed. At around 6 in the morning when you both had been fucking since 8 pm.

Needless to say, you were both sleeping rather soundly, in each other’s arms as the afternoon sun shone through your bedroom windows, when Hajime stirred awake from a buzzing,

Groaning, he blinked his tired eyes as he annoyedly searched for the source of the noise, finding your phone on the nightstand, buzzing in a rhythmic tune, and seeing a rubber duck appear on the screen.

Immediately, he knew who it was.

He reached over you, grabbed the phone and answered, only slightly pissed off.

“What do you want?” Issei chuckled. “Man, your morning voice is really rough [Name],” Hajime only grumbled. “You woke me up and almost woke her up. What do you want?” He repeated. Course, Issei only asked the questions that were bound to annoy Hajime. A specialty of his.

“It’s almost 1 pm, what’re you guys doing sleeping in this late?” Hajime went to answer, before going red, looking down next to you sleeping peacefully, covered in hickeys and blemishes. All caused by him.

His silence was all Issei needed.

“Enjoying our gift? Maybe we’ll grab you guys a different pair for your honeymoon?” Hajime turned red, but of course he didn’t want Issei to know that.

“Shut up.” Was all Hajime said before hanging up. Issei chuckled, looking back to Takahiro, also very amused. “I told you they would. You owe me.”

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Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 3

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

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“You’re courting the Barnes boy? A clerk? You can’t be serious?!” your uncle Alonso yelled. After your announcement and making plans to see Bucky again soon for different parties and outings to make it publicly official, your uncle had been polite to the Barneses’ faces, but the simmering anger in his eyes was enough warning to you that he was livid. “After all the work I’ve put in for you to meet the men of high society in New York, get you audiences with each of them, I was making plans with the Rogers boy and the Rumlowe lad. His uncle Alexander Pierce would be a great asset to our–” he cut himself off quickly, knowing he messed up, “your, your investments.”

You scoffed. “Brock Rumlowe? I’d rather eat my own hair than associate with that pathetic man. And his uncle Pierce? You know he’s been caught dealing with American enemies and defaulting on his loans, don’t you? And as for Rogers, as wonderful as he is, he’s near betrothed to and hopelessly in love with the Carter girl. Even if I wanted him, why would I get in the way of that? Have you no honor, uncle?” You stared at him in disbelief.

Alonso was stumped, his mouth agape as he internalized the information you had. “Alonso,” you started, feeling exasperated and done with his meddling, “I made myself clear while we were on holiday. I let you come with me because I genuinely wanted to have a familial relationship with you after I lost the rest of my family. But you made your intentions clear from the start as you tried to marry me off to every man of status in Europe. As I have told you before, you do not speak for me,” you reiterated your stance, glaring at him. “I get to choose, I get to decide. This is my life, I have access and authority over my inheritance, thanks to my father, not you. I am under no delusions that you are trying to use me for said inheritance, to financially better yourself. So how about I make you a deal, since you like to pretend you're a great businessman?” you mocked him, sitting down at the desk and throwing a contract at him. He picked the paper up, examining it as you continued. “I’ll pay you to go away. A yearly stipend that in your old age should last you as long as you don’t gamble it away like you have the rest of your money.” Alonso glared back at you, his fingers tightening around the paper. “I think it’s high time for you to go back home to England, uncle. You will leave with dignity, not reach out to me, and leave me to live my life. It’s either this, or I will throw you out of my house and you can fend for yourself on the streets of New York and stow yourself away to England. The choice is yours.”

Alonso frowned, “Well what choice do I have, really?”

You smiled pettily. “None, really. It’s more than generous. So sign it, pack your things, and go home. I will send you a wedding announcement when the time comes, but you are not invited.”

“You cannot be serious that you want to marry Barnes,” he accused, his eyes flaring again.

“I don’t know if I will marry Bucky, uncle. We just barely announced our courtship, don’t jump to conclusions,” you waved his mock concern away. “Your worry is misplaced and unwarranted, and quite frankly does not affect or concern you. Now sign it, my patience has worn thin,” you warned him through gritted teeth, shoving a pen across the desk.

***

The courtship was met with surprise, which you both expected. But times were changing rapidly, and you as the progressive woman you were did not care for others’ opinions. Bucky was still getting used to you and felt himself catching up constantly. You were open with calling him pet names, touching him, removing your gloves and letting him kiss your bare hands in public, all to cause a stir and make it clear you were taken and unapologetic about who you chose to associate with. He played into it, kissing your hands at random times, standing what would be considered too close while in public and at parties, whispering in your ear, and while at the shows you went to reach over to hold your hand and then squeeze your thigh randomly. There were lots of rumors and gossip, but you couldn’t care less as you paraded him around that summer season.

As the season came to a close you decided to throw one last summer party, expanding it from the grand ballroom inside to your outdoor courtyard since it was hot. You had been the talk of the town as people wondered what you’d wear this time. Each party and show you’d gone to had been a new adventure as you modified the American fashions with pieces you acquired from your travels. Bucky helped you plan everything, writing out the invitations with his expert penmanship, and although he tried to see what it was you were planning on wearing, you wouldn’t budge, only giving him a swatch of bright red fabric and sending him off with Amir to help design the outfit.

The invitations were sent and the day had come. The mansion was decorated in a Moroccan theme with brightly colored draping set along the ceilings, flowers cascading from every high surface, bulbous lamps with ornate designs cut into the metal, candles set in jewel toned glasses, and many of the tropical plants that were movable from the greenhouse to the ballroom. Heavy spices filled the air as foreign Arabian music played interspersed with American tunes. The guests filed in and stared in wonder at the spectacle of it all, most of them having never seen anything like it before. Bucky arrived after getting picked up by your car, wearing an outfit called a sherwani that Amir had helped design for the event. It was a bright red color with intricate gold embroidery around the shoulders and on the chest. The pants he wore underneath were the same red that tapered down to velvet shoes that felt like slippers on his feet. Amir had also helped him trim up his beard as he had been letting it grow once you stated how much you enjoyed good-looking facial hair. Many of the guests showed up in some semblance of Arabian clothing, trying to match with the theme, although many came in their regular dress clothes, unsure of what it meant.

As the party started and you made your entrance into the room it felt like everything froze in time. You were wearing a bright red flowing dress that reached to your ankles. Bucky noted your feet were covered by gold jewelry that were attached to your ankle but otherwise bare. The dress, which Amir whispered to him was called an abaya, had a neckline and buttons down the front that were embroidered the same as his sherwani was, with gold threading and some sparkling gems interlaced throughout. The sleeves were connected to the dress in a way that made it so when you spread your arms wide the entire thing seemed to expand like you were spreading wings. You wore a corset this time, which could be slightly seen through the thin fabric and pushed your breasts up higher than normal, peeking out from the neckline of the abaya. Your wrists were layered with gold and red bangles, with a red tattoo design covering your hands, henna as Amir explained. Your ears were laden with long dangling earrings that matched the bulbous lamp decor and some gold cuff earrings along the top of your ears. Your hair was free flowing and wavy like from an undone braid with rubies hanging from a gold beaded headpiece atop your head.

Bucky felt like the air was sucked from his lungs as he watched you walk into the room. The whispers around him were nothing new, but there was a hushed reverence that night as what looked like an otherworldly being was now in their presence. As you walked to the middle of the dance floor and waited, Bucky rushed forward to properly greet you and be the first to dance with you, as was customary when two people were courting. He approached you and gave you a deep bow then reached out for your hand. You gave it to him, then he kissed it before straightening up and giving you an appreciative once-over.

“You look…ethereal, my pretty doll,” he complimented you quietly as the band in a balcony above took their positions.

“You are quite dashing yourself, my darling,” you gave him a head bow back, your eyes raking over him as well.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, squeezing your fingers softly.

“Always,” you smiled warmly, then whispered, “as long as you help me not fall over from how tight this corset is.” Bucky snickered at your complaint, nodding as he held you.

The night drew on with great success. Although you were courting you were still expected to dance with others at the party as the host. You took your turns with different men, speaking politely and promising audiences with their mothers or sisters, and taking breaks with different groups of women you would gossip with before the next dance. As you spoke to a group of ladies that you had become close with you felt a hand tap your shoulder firmly. You turned to see Brock Rumlowe leering above you, a sickly sweet smile on his face.

“Lady Y/L/N, may I have the next dance?” he asked, although it sounded more like a demand.

“Of course,” you answered politely, giving him a tight smile in return. As you excused yourself from your friends you gave them a meaningful wide-eyed stare away from his view, silently asking them to watch out for you. They subtly nodded as you took his arm and he led you back to the dance floor.

Rumlowe guided you to the center then pulled you in too close for comfort. You tried to pull away minutely but his hold was unyielding. He was watching you like prey as you started the dance.

“You look ravishing, Y/N,” he complimented you in a deep voice, his hand on your back slightly slipping lower. You didn’t stop him at first, continuing the dance as you refused to look at him.

“I don’t believe we’re in the type of relationship for you to be calling me by my first name, Mr. Rumlowe,” you chastised him quietly. His grip on you tightened, making you wince since you were already sucked in by the corset.

“So, you and Barnes, huh? I was under the impression that you were looking for someone of status. Your uncle was quite adamant when he came to my house a couple of months ago,” he droned on, ignoring your previous remark.

“I’m sorry he was misinformed. I’m looking for someone of substance, not just status, to share my life with. He’s a good man,” you defended Bucky quickly, praying for this song to be over already. Rumlowe just oozed a bad energy, and you didn’t feel safe with him, especially this close.

“Am I not good? What on earth could a poor, insignificant clerk have that I couldn’t give you in spades?” he whipped you around as the music picked up, his hand sliding down again dangerously close to the swell of your behind. You gave him a warning glare. “What is it, his looks? His charms? Or maybe something a bit more…scandalous? I can give you scandalous, sweetheart,” he murmured as his hand found the cheek of your butt. You quickly grabbed that hand and firmly placed it back on your waist, frowning deeply at his grin.

“You will remember your manners, Mr. Rumlowe, or I will have you removed from this party,” you gave him one last warning, glaring daggers at him. “I am merely dancing with you out of courtesy, not because I want to. I am being courted. You will do well to keep your hands to yourself.”

He chuckled darkly. “Come on, Y/N, where’s that rebellious spirit of yours now?” he teased, his hand now slipping around to your side. “I do like a spitfire,” he growled in your ear as his hand came around and groped the side of your breast. You gasped as you pulled out of his arms, and with as much strength that you could muster slapped him across the face. He quickly stepped back with a grunt as he held his face. The slap attracted the attention of everyone around you as the band played on, oblivious to the scene below. Dancing couples around you gasped and got out of the way as Rumlowe straightened himself, pulling his hand away and seeing a small drop of blood on his fingers from where his lip split. He gave you a murderous glare as you glared back at him.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me,” you seethed. Your breathing picked up as you felt a panic attack coming on, your chest heaving as you tried to keep a straight face. “Leave. Now!” your voice echoed through the room, catching more people’s attention.

Bucky had been catching up with Steve, unaware of your predicament, until he heard your voice, then he quickly found you and saw you with Rumlowe. “Shit,” he mumbled and turned to Steve. “Go find Alexander Pierce and get him to take his stupid nephew home before I kill him,” he instructed him. Steve took two seconds to assess what was going on, his face hardening as he nodded his head. “He’s no longer welcome,” Bucky growled, striding toward you as quickly as possible.

Rumlowe looked around at everyone staring, wiping his mouth quickly then giving you a mocking deep bow. “As you wish, my lady,” he gave you a menacing smile, then turned and strutted through the crowd towards the punch bowl table. Your eyes were threatening to well up with tears, your breaths getting shorter and heavier as you watched him leave. You couldn’t stand the stares anymore and quickly made your way out of the ballroom towards the dark back rooms that weren’t being used.

Bucky watched you leave and made his way to where you were going through a different door. He followed the hallway down, unsure of which direction you’d gone, until he could hear panting. He followed the sound until he found you hidden in a room that was mostly dark except for a few candles in sconces along the walls. You were breathing fast, your chest rising and falling too quickly, one hand on your chest and the other steadying you against the wall.

“Oh, doll, what happened?” Bucky ran up to you, placing his hand on your upper back and rubbing it comfortingly. You spared him a glance, tears streaming down your face and your mouth open wide as you tried to get air.

“Rumlowe, he…he touched me,” you panted, your hands now on your hips as you tried to catch your breath.

“He touched you?” Bucky was seeing red, his anger bubbling in his chest, his heart feeling like it dropped to his stomach. “I’m going to kill him, where did he touch you?” He tried to distract you and grabbed your face with his hands, rubbing your cheeks and making you focus on him.

“My…my backside,” *wheeze* “and the side of my breast,” you were panicking. “I can’t…I can’t breath!” Bucky scanned you, noting just how tight the corset underneath really was.

“Of course you can’t breathe in this, doll,” he said, then made a quick decision. He moved his hands to the top of the dress and made quick work of the buttons. You gasped and tried to push his hands away.

“What are you doing?” you squeaked, your eyes widening. He knocked your hands away and finished the buttons low enough to get access to the corset. As much as it gave you a great shape it was too restricting. He started ripping at the hooks in the corset, pulling it apart from your body. You were crying, your hands steadying you against the wall as you tried to breathe. Finally he got to the bottom and pulled the corset roughly, freeing your ribs. You inhaled deeply, wheezing as you finally were able to fill your lungs fully. Your body slumped against the wall and Bucky caught you, keeping you upright by pinning you against it without crushing you. You sobbed as you wrapped your arms around his middle, your fingers digging into his back as he held you.

“It’s alright, my love, I’m here,” he cooed, one hand petting the back of your head and the other rubbing your back. “Steve’s taking care of it, he won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it. I’m so sorry, my pretty doll.”

He let you cry as you calmed down, your fingers and arms loosening around him as you relaxed. You hiccuped and he pulled away, taking your face in his hands again. Your face was wet with tears, your eyes and cheeks red. You quickly wiped your nose and mouth, trying to put yourself back together.

“Thank you,” you sighed, “for helping me. I’m never wearing a corset again,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Bucky hummed but didn’t smile, watching to make sure you were alright. He knew you were trying to save face, but you looked dejected. “Don’t hide from me, love. Are you alright?”

You looked down and after a moment shook your head. “He embarrassed me, in front of everyone. If there is one thing I cannot abide by, it’s someone purposefully trying to humiliate me. He t-touched me,” you shuddered at the memory. “He’s disgusting!”

“He is,” Bucky agreed, wiping your cheeks again with his fingers as he held your face.

“He insulted you,” you mumbled forlornly, looking at him with sad eyes. “You, my darling, my sweet man. As if he could compare? The audacity of that pathetic excuse of a man,” you spat, furiously sniffing and holding onto his wrists.

Bucky smiled proudly at you praising him. You had stood up for him, even when it was of great personal cost to you. He had been falling in love hard over the summer season, and this only cemented the fact that he knew he was going to marry you someday.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice rang through the outside hall. You and Bucky jumped. Bucky turned around and covered you as you pulled your dress back together to cover your indecency, turning towards the wall. Steve jogged through the door and sighed when he found you both. If he was surprised by how close the two of you were he didn’t show it. “Rumlowe’s gone. Mr. Pierce was quite distraught over the fact that his nephew had offended tonight’s host. Are you alright Y/N?” he asked tentatively.

You half turned to him and gave him a quick nod and smile. “Yes, I’ll be fine, thank you Steve, for your help,” you thanked him quickly before turning away.

Steve eyed Bucky suspiciously when you didn’t fully address him. “Could you help find one of Y/N’s maids? She requires a bit of assistance with her wardrobe,” Bucky eyed Steve back, giving him a lopsided smile.

Steve silently laughed at the face Bucky gave him. “Yeah, sure punk. You two be good while I’m gone,” he sing-songed as he walked back towards the party.

“Jerk!” Bucky called back. You giggled behind him at their antics. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” Bucky whirled back around to you. You nodded, still turned away.

Shortly a maid came running into the room, looking horrified at the fact that the lady of the house was spilling out of her bodice. She shooed Bucky out of the room as you explained to the maid what happened and they removed your corset completely. Bucky returned to the party to check on everything. The band had stopped and were looking around confusedly as guests were all gossiping about what had happened between you and Rumlowe. “What a cad, how dare he?” “I knew there was something off about him, and that uncle of his.” Bucky smiled ruefully, hoping this would be enough to run them out of town.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he called loudly to the crowd. They all turned to him. “Our host Lady Y/L/N apologizes for the interruption. She will be rejoining us shortly. She wishes for you all to carry on and not focus on the unfortunate, but rather the champagne!” he clapped his hands as the crowd laughed at his joke. He was shocked to see waiters come pouring out from the wings with glasses of champagne on serving trays as if he’d made them appear by magic. Why did they do as he said? He wasn’t the man of the house, only another guest. It was strange to have such power in a room full of the most important people in New York.

A few minutes later you walked through another door, your abaya fixed and your face free of the streaks of tears. The guests applauded as you came back in, congratulating you on handling a rough situation as you rejoined the crowd. You looked around until you found Bucky, quickly walking up to him and slipping your arm around his. “Let us take a turn around the room and host, my darling,” you said loudly enough for those around you to hear, putting on the charade of an unbothered hostess.

Bucky smiled but held back for a moment. He leaned down so only you could hear him. “Did you rid yourself of that infernal torture device?”

You looked at him puzzled, until your eyes lit up and you laughed loudly. “The corset? Haha, yes. I meant it, no more for me.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel

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the-crimson-flower · 1 year

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Being held as a captive - Part 2

Carla Tsukinami x Reader fanfiction

See Part 1 here

SUMMARY: Carla Tsukinami x Reader (can be considered a character, self-insert is not necessary), where you get kidnapped by Carla after going to the same school for some while. At first you have no idea why he wants you, but with time, his motivations start to get clearer.

~~~The next day~~~

I woke up in a white room. The rays of sunshine were carefully entering the room through the blinds. The white walls combined with the light created by the sun, made for a very bright room. On the ceiling there was a beautiful big vintage kind of chandelier.

After staring at the ceiling for a bit, I rose my hand, to touch the base of my neck. 《Maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe none of that was real》, i thought, but my hopes were quickly shattered by the feeling of marks left behind on my neck. The marks were pretty large and deep, even the smallest touch caused me pain. I tried to stand up, but my dizziness and nausea did not let me do it. I plopped back on the bed feeling defeated. 《What should I do now? What is wrong with him? How did he left such marks on me?》, I thought. I remembered what Shin explained to me yesterday but it didn't make any sense in my spinning brain. 《Founders? What are Founders? Is that just a fancier word for vampire or?》, my train of thought was interrupted by the large door at the back of the room opening. Shin quickly entered the room and said:

-Oh, finally you are awake! Nii-san must have been quite harsh on you, you passed out so quickly, he said on a happy tone.

I didn't say anything. The only thing I did was look him straight in the eyes. After a few seconds of silence he started.

-Uh, anyways, Nii-san told me to bring you to him as soon as you wake up.

-I...I will be there in five minutes.

-No. You need to be there as soon as possible.

-But I just woke up. I need to wash my face and-

-It will be better to not let Nii-san waiting, he quickly said.

Carla was a very complex man. He was fairly patient, being willing to wait even a thousand years for the right moment to strike against his enemy, in his position as the king of founders. He also understood that some things require time to get and do, but that never stopped him from getting whatever he wanted. But when it came to something that he had in near vicinity, he just couldn't wait. That was the case with me. Knowing I was in the same house, he could barely wait for me to wake up and meet him. I had no idea what he wanted with me. I was so scared to meet him and his piercing gaze.

After a bit of walking we got to the door of a room. The door was wide open, and I just stopped in front of it.

-What are you doing? Shin asked me. We aren't there yet.

-I...I am so scared of Carla. Must I necessarily meet him?

-Yes. But Nii-san won't suck your blood this time. So don't worry.

-How can you be so sure?

-I just know.

With that, he dragged me into the room.

It was a large living room with a lot of painting and old furniture. It looked straight out of another era. It was squeaky clean. My sight was captured by the beautiful room and objects that were part of the decor. There, on a large chair fit for a king, was Carla. As soon as I saw his glare I just froze in my tracks. I quickly turned my head around to see Shin but he wasn't there anymore. He already left the room, leaving me alone with him once again.

-Why are you standing there? Come here, he said with his strong voice, signaling to a nearby chair.

I was scared to come closer to him, but I was also scared of disobeying him so i decide to obey his orders. Last night's conversation, where he told me to obey him and everything will be fine, came to mind, in support of my decision.

I silently went and sat on the chair next to him.

-From now on, you will live in this house, he said with an emotionless expresion.

《WHAT??!!! I need to live in this house WITH these people? This can't be, THIS CAN'T BE!!!》

-W-what? I can't live here! You can't just enter my life, and change it drastically!

-Hmphf....., he scoffed at me.

-It's not like you have a choice anyways. I don't want to hear your whimpering either, so just accept it.

-B-But....

-I don't want to hear your whimpering. I said you will live here, you will live here.

-Why? Why do you want me here?

Silence took over the room after my question. Carla's eyes were fixated on me. I soon understood that I shouldn't have asked that question.

He didn't say anything. He just rose up, and left the room. I was left there, alone.

After glancing around the room for a bit, I saw that there wasn't anybody watching me. With that I left the room to quickly and silently check all the windows and doors.

《There must be a way out of here! I just need to find it》

The results of my search were indeed depressing. Everything was locked shut. I thought about breaking one of the windows, but I was afraid of making a lot of noise and mess. If I actually broke one of their windows, I am sure they will immediately come to check, so I won't even have time to escape.

I decided to go to a room that I had found earlier, that looked like a library. If I can't escape them that way...Maybe knowing something about these creatures is going to help me find their weak spot and easily escape.

The library was a large room with a huge chandelier in the middle. There were windows as tall as the walls that let the sun enter the room freely. 《How can something of this caliber of beauty, can be found in the house of such dark and horrible men》, I thought.

Just like that, I sat down next to a whole lot of books. I read and read until the sun came down. The bright light of the moon was shining in. After staring at it for a bit, I heard the loud creak of the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED

#Part 2!!!#finally did it #Idk if anyone wants it #But i did it #Again sorry for the mistakes in text #If there are any #Hope you enjoy it #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers #Fanfiction #my writing #my fanfic writing #carla tsukinami x reader #Sorry if it looks bad #I tried to format it #But it didnt really work out #As you can see

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atyd1960 · 9 days

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Marauders era characters and ships as TTPD lyrics (pt.1)

“And for a fortnight there, we were forever, run into you sometimes, ask about the weather. Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbours. Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her.”- this so Regulus to James because for a 00.0007 secs they were truly happy but then Regulus broke it off to become a DE and he had to watch James build a life with Lily.

“I'll build you a fort on some planet, where they can all understand it. How dare you think it's romantic, Leaving me safe and stranded? 'Cause fuck it, I was in love, so fuck you if I can't have us.”- James after Regulus left him because “their relationship is too complicated and dangerous and they’re better off separated.”

“I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe. Thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?”- Mary falling for all the wrong guys and losing all her friends and feeling so alone and desperately clinging to lovers who can’t save her until she is forced to just let it go because she can’t go on like this.

“Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him! I'm having his baby.” No, I'm not, but you should see your faces.”- These lyrics are so chaotic and I think the only person who’s capable of living up to them is Sirius Black.

“You can beat the heat, If you beat the charges too. They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true.”- it’s giving the 7 husbands of Louise Zabini.

“What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway. What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly. I choose you and me religiously.”- every gay ship in the fandom like ever. But also DORLENE.

“You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles. I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all. Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed, That I can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?”- Remus after Sirius got into Azkaban.

“I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life". There in her glittering prime, the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies.”- no explanation just Mary McDonald.

“'Cause once your queen had come, you'd treat her like an also-ran. You didn't measure up, in any measure of a man.”- Snape🥰

“Hey, you, what if I told you we're cool? That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.I haven't come around in so long, but I'm making a comeback to where I belong.”- JILYJILYJILYJILYJILYJILY.

“I am someone who, until recent events, you shared your secrets with. And your location, you forgot to turn it off, and so I watch as you walk into some bar called The Black Dog, and pierce new holes in my heart. You forgot to turn it off, and it hits me, I just don't understand... How you don't miss me in The Black Dog.”- Mary watching Lily move on and being unable to do so herself.

#gonna put it the rest of the songs too #but it’s like 30 songs so #another time #marauders #Taylor Swift #the tortured poets department #TTPD #tv

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alicewritingstories · 7 months

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Whumptober Prompt Fills Part 1: Memories

~~Also on AO3!~~

Prompts:

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.” | Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” | Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” | Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

Warnings: Kidnapping, memory issues, seizure, torture

Central character(s): Legend, Twilight, Warriors

Warriors didn't know what had happened. One moment he'd been following the trail of some monsters towards a village, trying to judge their numbers and if they were part of a larger group the Chain was planning to intercept; the next, he was tied to one of the pillars of a ruined building, face to face with a hooded figure.

"Who are you?" he demanded. He didn't expect an answer, in the circumstances, but it was as good a show of determination as any.

Sure enough, the figure reached out a long-fingered hand and cupped it under his chin, forcing his head back against the pillar with surprising force so his jaw was held shut. He shuddered. It was like being touched by a corpse.

"You had best dismiss all notions of having any power here," the figure said in a whispering, hissing voice. "I am the one who cast your mind into darkness and silence while I brought you here. I am the one who has drawn a barrier around this place that no magic can pierce or escape so that no one will find you. You live and die at my command."

Warriors gritted his teeth, hiding the sinking feeling in his gut. Magic tracking aside - he didn't even think that was an option for any of his brothers - he didn't even know how far he'd been taken or how long he'd been under whatever spell had been used to subdue him. It might have been days. He could be on the other side of Hyrule. The others would search, but the figure might still be right that they wouldn't find him in time to rescue him.

"You travel with the hero. The one who slew our master and holds the key to his return. Tell me what I wish to know of him and I will release you unharmed with my thanks. Refuse and I will pierce the connection between your mind and your body to cause you such exquisite pain as would bring you to the point of death if it were caused by knife or flame. Continue to resist me and I will rip what I want from your mind." The grip on his chin tightened and the hissing voice lowered as the figure leaned closer, their breath as deathlike as their flesh. They raised their other hand to a jewel hanging around their neck. "I advise you not to force me to rip knowledge from your mind. That is the work of a claw, not a knife, and I care not what other damage I may do."

Warriors swallowed anxiously, but then steeled himself again. They were in Hyrule's era, so he was presumably the one this creature wanted, not that it made much difference to his response. As soon as the figure let go of him, he said, "I will not betray my friend."

The figure laughed, closed their fingers around the jewel, then touched a finger to his chest and set him on f i r e.

~~~

When Warriors was more than an hour late to the rendezvous, it was clear something had happened and Time had made the decision quickly to split the group again. The monsters massing outside the village couldn't wait, but none of them wanted to abandon Warriors to an entirely unknown fate, especially with the possibility that if they won the battle a portal would open immediately. Normally they got a day or two's respite, but not always. If Warriors was alive he would get a portal too and be able to join them, but if he was dead and they were portalled away they might never even know what had happened. Nobody wanted to risk that possibility. So while the others prepared to face the monsters, Twilight and Legend set out on Warriors' trail, following the occasional tracks of his boots in the moist soil from where they'd set off as best they could. Where the tracks were harder to spot, Twilight used the fact that even in his normal hylian form he retained a sharp sense of smell and he could pick up at least the faint remains of a familiar scent left behind on occasional branches Warriors had touched to push them aside.

All seemed well until they reached a spot where it looked like Warriors had simply collapsed, flattening the muddy grass. The remaining marks were torn by the tracks of two or three large, clawed feet heading off into the forest.

"No blood," said Twilight, crouching to look more closely even though he could already tell by smell.

"That's even weirder," said Legend. "Why would he just go down like that? There's no sign of a fight." After a moment's hesitation he added, "He didn't look like he was hurt bad enough to faint, though he could have been hiding it."

Twilight could hear some very hypocritical judgment in Legend's tone and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't start," said Legend with a huff. "So which way did they go?"

Twilight pointed even as he got up. "Moblins will be easier to track than Warriors."

"And you're sure they took him?"

Twilight couldn't smell Warriors past the place where he'd collapsed - the smell of the moblins was too strong - but he was still sure. "Theirs are the only tracks more recent than his."

Legend nodded and followed him into the forest.

***

They followed the tracks for another couple of hours, almost at a run; Twilight couldn't help thinking that a child could have followed these, let alone an experienced traveler like him. He didn't even need his sharp sense of smell. Did the moblins think nobody would try to find Warriors, or was this a trap?

He was about to turn and ask Legend's opinion when the air was cut by a desperate, high-pitched scream of agony from somewhere ahead, only just close enough to hear.

They exchanged a horrified glance. They might be on their own quest, but though they were friends and brothers they were heroes first. Warriors was going to have to wait while they helped whoever that was. He'd understand.

Twilight pulled out a bow while Legend slipped on a power bracelet and snatched his ice rod from his bag. Then they broke into a sprint even as another distant shriek shattered the quiet of the forest.

It took no time at all and yet an eternity before they reached a ruined building. Distantly, Twilight noticed that they were still following the moblin tracks. A horrible possibility started to kindle in his mind.

The screams didn't sound like Warriors.

But he didn't even know what Warriors would sound like if he screamed like that.

He caught Legend's eye, then pointed to himself and a nearby doorway. Legend nodded, readying the rod to cover him as needed but staying a couple of steps behind and looking around.

As Twilight peered around the doorway, he heard another desperate cry, descending into breathless, hoarse sobs.

His heart stopped.

Warriors.

Tied to a pillar at the far end of the building.

His face twisted in agony as blood mixed with spit ran from the corner of his mouth to mingle with the sweat and tears on his cheek.

As Twilight watched, the hooded figure standing over him leaned closer to speak in his ear. He shook his head and his voice once again rang loud and desperate, but now Twilight could hear the word "No!" repeated defiantly over and over again before it warped into more screams.

He had an arrow to the string before he had even thought about it and loosed at the hooded figure.

The arrow pinged off an invisible barrier.

"Rancher!"

Legend was beside him. The gray tint of his face told Twilight his brother had seen the same thing he had.

"There's a magical barrier. I'm going to break it," he said through his teeth. "Be ready!"

Then he darted through the doorway.

Twilight took a shaky breath and tried to stay calm as Warriors screamed again, the sound twisting into a choking noise before the hooded figure eased back and let him relax, his head falling forward, blood once again oozing thickly from his lips.

Twilight ground his teeth together helplessly.

"Legend?"

"Working on it."

Twilight looked back at poor Warriors. "Hurry…" he muttered.

~~~

Legend had his hands pressed against the barrier, feeling out the shape of the magic. It was like a brick wall, hard and solid, but with weaker fissures through it that could be broken.

Another scream made him flinch and he took a steadying breath, trying to keep his focus. He had to break this wall. Then they could save Warriors. In the meantime, Twilight just had to keep watching and he just had to keep listening.

He took another deep breath and focussed on the magic of the wall, working his own magic into it like tree roots, following the fissures. Another agonized howl from Warriors made him flinch, but he just managed to hold the construct together. He could almost feel Twilight shuddering with frustrated rage, but he forced himself to keep breathing deeply, prying apart the wall, slow and steady and ignore the fact that your brother's being tortured a few yards away from you and…

There!

The wall sprang into shards. Legend stumbled back. Twilight loosed an arrow that whizzed past his ear and struck the hooded figure's loose robe, making them spin round.

"Get away from him!" yelled Twilight.

For a second, Legend locked eyes with Warriors. His brother's face twisted into a parody of his usual smile as his tear-filled eyes brightened with recognition and relief, though the moment was over as quickly as it had come.

"The jewel!" he shouted hoarsely, but that was all he managed before his captor shoved a fold of his scarf into his mouth and pressed a hand to his forehead. He screamed again, the sound muffled to a squeal by the makeshift gag, then his eyes rolled back and he went rigid in his bonds. The hooded figure yelled an order and the moblins that Legend had known must be around somewhere burst in, ready with bows and huge spiked clubs. Four of them. Legend and Twilight exchanged a quick glance. Not even enough time for a plan. Not with too many moblins bearing down on them and the torture continuing. Twilight raised his bow again and Legend ran forward.

Two moblins to his right stumbled under an onslaught of ice as he swung the rod. In a fluid movement, he tucked it into his belt and drew his sword instead. The nearest moblin stumbled with one of Twilight's arrows in its chest and Legend took advantage of its distraction with a quick lunge. The fourth was hanging back, bow in hand, and Legend just managed not to duck as an arrow whirred past his head, aimed for where Twilight was still standing.

Hopefully the lack of a cry of pain was a good sign.

As Legend parried a flurry of blows from the moblin and noticed the two he had frozen starting to struggle out of the ice, the silence hit him again. His blood ran cold.

No cries of pain.

Warriors was no longer screaming.

Legend prayed to whoever might be listening that he'd just finally passed out and there wasn't a more sinister reason for his silence, but as he dodged round the moblin and looked he could see that Warriors wasn't limp in unconsciousness. Tightly bound as he was it was difficult to tell, but Legend could see him twitching against the ropes, trying to thrash. The hooded figure still had their hand pressed to his head, holding it against the pillar, but Legend could see his eyes, open, rolled back.

There was no time to focus on that as the two moblins he'd frozen finally broke out of the ice and headed straight for him. He stumbled backwards, almost scrambling out of the way as the one he'd been fighting brought its club down with a crash right where he'd been standing.

Twilight dodged in beside him, catching another blow on his shield with a grunt and slashing across the moblin's face, making it reel to its knees with a scream and finishing it with a single stab to the throat.

There was no time for Legend to thank him; he rammed his sword to the hilt in the next moblin's chest, then pulled it out, stumbling with the momentum, and swapped the sword for the ice rod; they were being swarmed and needed the crowd control. Under the cover of his own shield and Twilight's he swung the rod again and froze two of the remaining moblins, one in the act of bringing its club round towards Twilight's back.

Twilight cut the throat of the one Legend had stabbed and Legend swore as he saw it start to fall forward, seeing what was about to happen.

He couldn't pull Twilight out of the way in time.

The moblin fell hard, crushing Twilight under its bulk. Legend swore again and stabbed it to finish it off. As it dissolved into smoke, he dropped his shield, sheathed his sword, and pulled Twilight back to his feet, aware of every wasted second as the ice thawed and Warriors suffered.

"OK?" he asked.

Twilight nodded, snatching up his dropped sword. "Just winded."

Then the ice broke and the two surviving moblins descended on them again. Legend backed up a step, reaching for his own sword and shield.

Twilight stepped between him and the moblins, but he was still catching his breath and one smashed its club into his shield, sending him stumbling. The other brought its club down towards Legend's face.

He still didn't have his shield properly on his arm.

Instinctively, he dropped it and brought up his hands, catching the heavy, spiked club before it impacted.

He felt the bones in his hands and wrists break before the pain hit. When it came, it felt like he'd grabbed burning coals. He screamed as he dropped to his knees, his head swimming.

Don't let go!

With a yell, Twilight sliced down at the moblin's arms, making it drop the club with a howl. Legend fell too, torn between the temptation to look at the damage and the knowledge that he would definitely faint if he did.

He took a shaking breath. He could still use magic and Twilight was now faced with two opponents. With gritted teeth, he got back to his feet, summoned a glowing magical shield, and steered it to guard Twilight's back. Twilight shifted to face one moblin, trusting Legend to keep defending him as best he could.

Legend kept his teeth gritted, his breath coming fast and sharp. He didn't have to move his hands too much for this spell, but even when he kept them still they hurt more than enough.

Twilight felled the first moblin and with a breath Legend moved the shield to defend his head from above. He staggered as the moblin brought its club down on the shield, but that left an opening for Twilight to kill it.

As soon as it started to dissolve, Legend stumbled to his knees, cradling his broken, lacerated hands as best he could. Twilight crashed to his knees next to him, already holding an open potion bottle.

"Drink, Vet," he said, holding it towards Legend's face.

"The… the monster…" stammered Legend, his head spinning with pain.

"Fled. Now drink."

"Wars… check on -"

"Drink!" snapped Twilight.

Legend let him put the bottle to his mouth and swallowed the sweet, cloying liquid inside. At once, the pain started to fade, replaced by a viscerally-uncomfortable twisting feeling as the bones in his hands moved back into place and the skin closed over them. He gritted his teeth and breathed deeply. The sensation was familiar and would soon pass.

"OK?" asked Twilight.

Legend nodded, taking a deep breath and starting to scramble up. Twilight pulled him to his feet and they ran to the far end of the room where Warriors still stood. Legend ran straight to his side, knife in hand, and started cutting him free while Twilight held him up.

He wasn't moving. He made no attempt to react to their arrival with so much as a twitch.

Legend kept sawing at the ropes, his teeth gritted. It wasn't too late. He refused to even consider the possibility that it was too late.

~~~

When Legend cut the ropes, Warriors collapsed into Twilight's waiting arms. In the circumstances that wasn't a surprise. What was concerning was the way that Warriors' head lolled bonelessly and he made no attempt whatsoever to catch himself. As Twilight lowered him to the ground he was completely limp.

Thinking he'd fainted, Twilight gently rolled him onto his side, but his eyes were open, dull, completely blank as they stared into some unfathomable distance.

"No!" cried Twilight, pulling Warriors' bloodstained scarf out of his mouth and away from his throat so he could slip a trembling hand under it and search for a pulse. It was there, fast and desperate, and he let his head sag forward for a moment in relief.

"What's -" Legend's question died as he stepped round Twilight and saw Warriors' face and those awful, dead eyes.

"He's alive," said Twilight, aware of the tremble in his voice. "I… I think he's just in shock of some kind."

Legend knelt beside him and gave Warriors' shoulder a gentle shake. "Hey, Wars? You in there?"

Warriors' blank expression didn't change.

"Hey!" Legend patted his cheek. "Pretty boy!"

Nothing. Not even a blink.

Twilight slipped a hand under Warriors' chin to close his slack mouth. At least it looked like the blood came from bitten lips, nothing deeper. "Warriors?" he asked as clearly as he could. "Can you hear me?"

Nothing.

Twilight and Legend exchanged a look. Twilight didn't know what to suggest and judging by his expression nor did Legend.

"Well…" said Twilight at last. "Let's at least get him out of here." He gently scooped the limp body into his arms, trying to settle Warriors' head against his shoulder so he was comfortable, though it looked increasingly like the older hylian was so trapped in his own mind that Twilight could have stabbed him and it wouldn't elicit a reaction.

But there was a chance he was still aware even if he couldn't tell them so. Twilight tried to murmur encouraging platitudes, hoping that he was helping at all as he looked again at Warriors' absent expression and blank eyes.

He'd recover soon.

Surely he'd recover soon.

***

They hurried out of the ruins and found their way to a cave, half hidden by bushes. There, Legend pulled out and lit a lantern while Twilight laid Warriors down. Halfway, his eyes had finally drifted closed as he visibly lost consciousness and Twilight could only hope that when he came round he really would come round.

"We can't stay here long," said Legend. "We need to get back to the others."

"I know." Twilight cast a despairing look at Warriors. "I can carry him, but let's give him a little longer to recover."

As if he'd heard them, Warriors stirred. Twilight startled forward, his heart in his mouth, as his brother's eyes fluttered open. They at least looked a little more focussed, but there was no light of recognition in them.

"Wars, can you hear me?" asked Twilight.

Warriors' brow furrowed and he nodded vaguely.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Legend held up three fingers.

Again, there was a moment's frown, then Warriors finally spoke. "Three." His voice was hoarse, which wasn't a surprise, but it was pitched low, wary. He started to push himself up, his muscles trembling, but when Twilight went to help him he quickly drew away, wincing, shifting the weight of his sword on his back as if to reassure himself it was there or bring it within easier reach.

"Warriors?" asked Twilight. "What's… what's wrong?"

"My name is Link," said Warriors. He raised a hand to his bruised, bloodied lips with wincing care, then lowered it and asked, "Who are you?"

The question hit like a blow from a club. They stared at him for several long moments.

"I… we're your brothers," said Legend at last, his tone somewhere between pain and anger. "Don't you recognise us?"

Warriors' frown deepened. "I don't have any brothers."

Twilight swallowed hard, trying to tamp down the panic. "War- Link. You've been traveling with us for some time now. You were captured by a magic-user or… I don't know what it was, but we rescued you. You… really don't remember any of that?"

Warriors shook his head slowly with another fleeting wince, looking carefully from one to the other of them.

Twilight resisted the urge to gnaw his lip. That particular anxious habit had cost him a lot of blood and pain after his teeth got sharper, but it reared its head from time to time. "OK," he said at last. "Well… you were in a much worse state when we first rescued you, so you are recovering. Perhaps it would be best if you got some more rest and we'll see if anything else returns."

"First, I have questions," said Warriors, a commanding note cutting through the strain in his voice. "Who are you? Where am I? And what happened to my men?"

Legend shook his head slightly and said, "We're travelers. We're out here hunting monsters and we heard…" His voice caught. Twilight's heart also clenched as he once again remembered those screams. "We heard… a commotion. That's when we found the monsters that were holding you and rescued you. I… You were alone."

Twilight sighed heavily. That was probably the best way to handle it for now. "Yeah. We want to help, but in the meantime I do think you should rest a bit more."

Warriors frowned at the ground. "You claimed before that I've been traveling with you for some time. You seemed to know me. Now you say that you just stumbled on the place I was being held." He glanced up with a wry, sarcastic smile. One of his eyes was watering. "So which is it?"

"Both," said Twilight. "We were actually looking for you when we heard screaming… But you don't remember us and don't believe you're our brother…" He stumbled to a halt as he thought again of how clearly Warriors had been suffering, the way he had smiled when he realized he had been found. And now this - all memory of them apparently wiped from his mind.

"Look, you can at least tell we're not planning to hurt you," said Legend, pointing to the sword hilt visible over Warriors' shoulder. "You'd not have woken up unrestrained and armed otherwise. So just trust us for a bit, OK?"

Warriors looked hard at him for a moment, but then reached up and touched the hilt of the sword, reassuring himself. A little tension went out of him, but that just made his wince more obvious as he raised a hand to the watering eye.

"Are you all right?" asked Twilight again.

"Yes. But perhaps… perhaps you're right that I should rest."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" asked Legend, holding up four. "Because you don't look all right."

"F-Four. It's just a headache."

Twilight remembered him trying to thrash against the tight ropes holding him to the pillar, his eyes rolled back in his head. What had that creature done?

"Do you know if I suffered a head injury?" asked Warriors.

"No, and… I don't know what magic was used on you." Twilight glanced at Legend, who also shook his head.

"But if you've got a migraine, it's best if you sleep for now. We'll keep watch."

Warriors looked like he wanted to argue, but now that he'd let his guard down a little it was obvious that he was exhausted. After another moment's hesitation, he nodded and lay down again, drifting immediately into sleep.

Twilight and Legend looked at each other.

"What are we going to do?" asked Legend.

Twilight took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and carefully spread a blanket over Warriors' still form. "It's… not as if he'll be the only one in the group with a gap in his past. Wild may even be able to help."

"He may not even be willing to come with us." Legend rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Time was the one who explained before; I'm no good at it."

"OK, well… the main thing is going to be persuading him to come and rejoin the group." Twilight sighed, feeling tears pricking the backs of his eyes. "And maybe he'll remember more after he's had some more sleep. Remember what he was like when we first rescued him. Maybe it'll just take time."

"It's not as if he's got a choice," muttered Legend, a bitterness in his tone that Twilight could well understand. "We're not in his Hyrule. We're his only route home."

Twilight winced, remembering the suspicion in Warriors' eyes. "Well… Let's not tell him that. Maybe he'll remember on his own and if he doesn't I don't want him to think we're holding him prisoner after all."

Legend shot another look at Warriors and nodded. "We'll give it an hour," he said. "Then we should move."

***

As they were preparing to set out again, Twilight heard the rustle of movement under a blanket from behind them and touched Legend's arm. He was almost afraid to see Warriors' face, just in case his eyes were blank again, or filled with suspicion, or something new had happened. But then Warriors groaned softly and they had to look round.

Warriors rolled onto his back with another groan and rubbed his eyes.

"War- Link?" said Twilight anxiously.

Warriors opened his eyes, focussed on Twilight's face, and grinned vaguely. "Did someone let me into the Goron brandy?" he asked. "My head feels like something's made a nest in it." He pushed himself upright, then looked at them again, his smile quickly fading and his eyes going sharp as he once again touched his bitten lips. "Why… What happened? What's wrong?" He looked around. "Where are the others?"

"Do you know who we are?" asked Legend.

Warriors' frown turned confused. "Of course. Legend and Twilight."

Twilight's breath caught and he saw a gleam of tears in Legend's eyes for a moment before the veteran turned away and busied himself with his pack.

"Last time you were awake… you had no idea who we were," explained Twilight. "What's the last thing you remember?" He desperately hoped he wouldn't have to explain again about the kidnapping and relive having to stand and watch while Warriors screamed and screamed under that hooded figure's touch.

"We'd just finished a battle in Four's Hyrule alongside his father and the knights. We were planning to celebrate…" Warriors frowned. "Then… waking up just now."

That had been three weeks and two portals before.

At least it was better than having forgotten everything about his adventures with the Chain.

Warriors apparently guessed the truth from their expressions. "What happened to me?" he asked seriously. "And how much is missing?"

"Three weeks," said Twilight, past the lump in his throat. "We're in Hyrule's era now. You… You…"

Legend jumped in. "You were captured by some sort of magic-user; not something we've seen before. They… were using magic to torture you."

Warriors looked horrified and lost for a moment. "I… don't remember that at all." He touched his mouth again, then looked at his hands, pausing for a moment as he saw the rope burns on his wrists: the only other physical reminder of his ordeal. "Do you know… what they wanted?"

Twilight shook his head. "It sounded like they didn't get it."

"Unless that's what happened to my memories." Warriors rubbed his forehead.

Twilight shivered, remembering how the figure had gagged Warriors and put a hand on his head rather than his chest as before. They had changed something and whatever it was had no longer required Warriors to be able to speak.

And if what they wanted was information on the Chain or one of its members - Hyrule, presumably - they could probably get a lot from three weeks' worth of memories from one of their leaders.

Judging by the grim expressions on Warriors' and Legend's faces, they were thinking something similar.

Warriors took a deep breath and let it out again in a huff. "We'd best rejoin the others," he said, but instead of getting up he took their hands and shot them each a wan, pained-looking smile. "Thank you. I don't remember it, but thank you for rescuing me."

Twilight forced a smile back.

Legend laughed, though there wasn't much humor in it. "I'd say anytime, but I'd rather never have to do it again."

Warriors chuckled. "Well, I promise to do my best."

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