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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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i remember u posting a story on your old blog about harry fingering yn in the mirror and i am going to NEED you to recreate that. i will get on my knees and beg if i need to xx

Ask and you shall receive😋

Yn has no clue how she and Harry ended up in this position, sat in front of a mirror with her completely naked, Harry sat behind her with warm hands rubbing up and down her thighs. She’s been feeling a little self conscious lately about her body, especially her vagina, and Harry will put a stop to that right now. He rubs at her thighs until they start to relax, a small smile forming on his face as they do.

“That’s it, let Daddy see that pretty pussy,” he coaxes, hands warm on her thighs. A soft moan leaves her lips at his filthy words, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she complies. Both eyes are locked on the spot between her legs as she spreads them, Harry groaning quietly as he takes in the beautiful sight. He can see all of her, the wetness that’s started to drip down from between her lips, the hairs that cover her pubic bone as well as part of her lips.

He can’t help but reach down there and spread them apart with his fingers, watching intently as her dripping hole clenches around nothing. “Fuck, just look at you. S’fucking gorgeous I can’t even think,” he whispers, just running a ringed finger between her folds gently, just in his own little world.

She gets impatient rather quickly, bucking her hips to meet his hand and snapping him out of his daze. “Daddy, please,” she begs, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He wastes no more time before sinking that same finger into her, pressing in until she can feel the cool sensation of his ring against her heated lips.

The moan she lets out is full of relief when he curls that finger and hooks onto her g-spot with purpose, pulling it out just to push back in and do it again. He keeps that up until she’s used to the feeling, adding another before he decides to speed up. The pace has her grasping at his wrist with a gasp of shock that breaks off into a moan, her legs attempting to close around his wrist. Her hips pull away a bit as the pleasure grows into something foreign, scaring her a bit.

He’s not having that at all, landing a harsh slap onto her thigh before pulling it back and killing it there. “Don’t you dare try and run. You’re going to take it unless you use your safeword, and I don’t hear that so I’m not stopping,” he rasps into her ear, the dominant undertone to his voice only pushing her closer as her moans get louder and her squirms get more frequent.

“Open your fucking eyes or I’ll stop right now. Look at how fucking beautiful you are taking my fingers like this,” he demands, the words getting softer as they bleed into more comforting ones. “Such a good girl, don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he finishes, and the stark contrast between his words and his actions have her locking down on his fingers with no warning, a strong orgasm tearing through her, a broken moan leaving her lips.

He praises her the entire time, his fingers slowing before coming to a halt as she begins to float back to earth. He’s murmuring praises about how she did so well for him into her ear, her head falling back against his shoulder as her chest heaves from the intensity.

When she notices that his fingers are still inside of her she slowly opens her eyes to try and meet his in the mirror, and the dark look on his face tells her everything she needs to know. He knows her limits and he plans on toeing the line of each one of them today. Before she can even begin to protest, he’s moving those same two fingers again, the sensitivity making her mouth fall open in yet another broken moan.

“No, baby. Not done yet,” he coos, kissing the side of her head all the way down to her shoulders as her moans turn into loud sobs of pleasure, taking everything he has to offer. “Such a good girl, letting me do as I please. We’ll be done soon and then I’ll really take care of you. Y’wont even remember all those nasty thoughts anymore,” he promises.

It takes no more than two more minutes of him praising her and keeping up that pace for her to be on the edge again, and when he lets go of her thigh and starts to rub tight circles onto her clit, she’s gone rigid and her eyes have rolled back into her head as her orgasm starts to wrack through her body.

She’s silent for a moment, her breathing stopped as he doesn’t let up for even a second, and then her body relaxes and a loud squeal falls from her lips as she begins to squirt all over them and the mirror. He’s rasping out praises mixed in with filth into her ear as she lets go like never before, and by the time she’s finished her body is limp and she’s on the brink of being unconscious.

He pulls his soaked fingers out of her and licks them clean, Yn’s mind just barely registering the lewd action. She whines softly when he moves from behind her, lying her down on the cool floor before crawling around to place himself in front of her. She’s still trying to catch her breath when she feels him spread her thighs once more, and then she hears him speaking, her eyes widening a fraction at his words.

“You lie right there baby, just gonna clean you up a bit,” he whispers, settling between her thighs before taking her clit between his lips.

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princejiu · 1 year

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Just Florida Things | Huh Yunjin

Match : Yunjin x Farmer Fem!reader

Disclaimer: I want this to be more of a humor post, but it just ended up more sappy than I wanted to....oh well. I'll probably make a part two if this post is well liked. We shall see.

Warnings : Alligators, near death experience, Florida, Cussing

Summary : You're a simp and a dumbass, but Yunjin loves you anyways, and you love her so much that you were willing to save her asshole of a son.

It was hot.

The Florida sun was making you sweat in place where no one should sweat. The temperature combined with labor work was killing you from the outside in. You and Yunjin did as much as you could to cool down, but, unfortunately, for the both of you, that would have to be much later. It was your top priority as ranch owners to prevent the animals from overheating, which automatically meant that you and Yunjin spent more time running around outside than inside with Air Conditioner.

Despite the monstrosity of the temperature, you couldn't deny how gorgeous Yunjin looked. Her rose cheeks, along with the coat of sweat on her skin combined with the sunlight, resulted in her glowing beautifully. However you felt disgusting, the sweat that made your clothes stick to your body wasn't the most enjoyable feeling, but that was expected when it came to working in the sun.

You carried two large buckets filled with milk, traveling from one barn to another. Trailing right behind you were Donnie and Daisy, Yunjin's ducks that you gifted her for her birthday. It's already been two years since you got them, and in those two years, you can guarantee that Daisy was your favorite, an absolute sweetheart if you do say so yourself.

Donnie, on the other hand, was a complete asshole. Always nipping at your ankle when he could, laughing at your misfortune. You also hated him most when Yunjin was around. When she was around, he suddenly became nice. No more nipping, no more laughing, you never wanted to roast a duck more than ever. The fakeness is what angers you, a jerk with no eyes on him and then a darling when there are.

A mama's boy at its finest.

On your journey, you see a tall figure near the pigs pen, and there was only one other person on the ranch who was willing to tend to the pigs. "Yunjinie!" Yunjin turned from the pigs to the sound of her name, when she saw you her body beamed with happiness. Yunjin left her spot from the pigs, looking forward to being accompanied by your presence.

Before she could get anywhere near you, Donnie left your side, running to Yunjin. You couldn't help but send imaginary daggers to the duck as always. He had to steal Yunjin's attention from you. You weren't jealous of the duck, you just didn't like the fact that he got your lover's attention when it could be all on you...okay, maybe you were a little jealous, so what.

A small quack snapped you out of your murderous thoughts. You looked down to your side to see Daisy. She opted to stay by your side when Donnie went to soak in the attention his mother gave him. "Get your boyfriend away from my future wife before I turn him into a roast duck." Daisy took your words seriously. You were hardly the type to make false promises, especially when it came to Yunjin, the hen didn't want to risk her, 'boyfriend' from being coming your next meal.

You watched as Daisy waddled towards Donnie, directing him away from Yunjin to the pigs instead. The drake also had a knack to annoy the other animals at the ranch. They all hated him. Different life, different forms of living, but you and your animals can all agree that Donnie was a piece of dirt and was only safe because of Yunjin.

After her small pit stop, Yunjin continued her way to you by the time she reached you, and you managed to set the buckets down. Lifting you up into the air, arms around your waist, while your legs wrapped around her mid-section and arms resting comfortably on her shoulders.

"Hi, baby." Yunjin greeted, her head thrown back to get a good view of your face. Between the two of you, Yunjin was the taller one, but your strength made up for the lack of height. "Hello, darling. How's your day been?"

"Great, now that I get to see you."

You rolled your eyes at the sappy line, but you loved it nonetheless. "And the animals?" Everyone on the ranch had their two sets of animals to attend to. You took care of the cows and goats while Yunjin took care of the pigs and chickens.

"Not too bad. I fed the chickens and gathered the eggs, I just had to refill the pigs water bucket. But, I'm free now. Oh, before I forget, Kazuha took care of the horses and sheep already. She's just waiting on us inside." Kazuha, Yunjin's best friend from high school. She worked at the ranch, too. She loved animals, especially horses, so you and Yunjin often gave her tasks regarding the horses. The sheep were just an extra task to make every person's chore equal.

Kazuha was a great worker and a great friend. It wasn't hard to be around her. You actually enjoyed her company when you needed some extra strength when it came to the heavy lifting. Kazuha had no problem with it due to the benefits she gained from the physical work, such as the muscles. In Kazuha words, the muscles helps her, "get bitches." You didn't even try to deny her statement, seeing first hand how Yunjin had to save Kazuha from a crowd of girls at the club one night.

You and Yunjin exchanged smiles, "Why don't you go inside and join her. I'll feed the cows and lock everything up." Yunjin was going oppose. You knew that. Pressing your lips against hers, enjoying each other's presence before having to separate once again. "Go, you've already done so much today."

Staring into her eyes, hypnotizing you to never let go. "Are you sure?" You leaned closer, inches away from her face. "Positive. Now go shower, eat and relax, I'll be with you soon." She sighed but pursued, she gave you a small goodbye kiss before taking her leave.

The house wasn't that far from the ranch, less than a mile. It was a good walking distance that the truck wasn't needed most of the time. It was also a good distance from the stench of the ranch. A heavy breath escaped your lips and watched as Yunjin got further and further away from you.

You picked the buckets back up to resume your task, once you tackle this chore you'll be halfway done for the day. You continued your way to the cow barn, Yunjin on your mind.

You placed the handle of the bucket on the hook that stuck out of the small wooden fence and took a step back. Whistling to call the newly addition to the ranch, a small calf came running, stopping right before it could roughly collide head first into the fence. You took the time to carefully guide it to drink properly. It wasn't long until the calf was done.

Turning 180, another calf stared at you, more specifically the filled bucket in your hand. It was stuck behind its own fence, so there was no way for it to come running towards you. Though this calf looked innocent, you were no fool. That sucker is a maniac. You slowly approached the other calf, "Patience, boy."

It was a warning, but you had an inkling that the young calf wouldn't listen. You placed your hand on his head, petting him slightly. Instinctively pulling the bucket away when he tried to launch his head to get a slip of the liquid inside.

"What did I say. Wait, and then you'll get your milk."

He let out a small huff. You looked at his mama, who laid in the hay. She stared at you as of saying, "He's your problem right now." You scoffed for being the person to take care of all these animals. They were pretty sassy to you. "No respect from you animals." A collective moo rang through the barn, rolling your eyes. You knew that you won't be winning against these cows anytime soon.

Back to the job at hand, you hooked the bucket, and instantly, the calf shoved his entire head into the bucket, "God Damn it, Butters!" The milk went all the way up to his ears. You were sure half of the milk spilled onto the ground. Butters brought his head to the surface to blow out the milk from his nose before shoving his head back in.

You waited for him to be done and quickly grabbed the bucket before he could knock it down due to the lack of milk. Even baby animals have their temper tantrums when they don't get what they want. You grabbed the other bucket across and left, yelling an apology to the mama when her child began to whine and stomp.

It didn't take long to lock up everything else on the ranch, but all you needed to do was get Donnie and Daisy back to their nest by the pond. The ranch originally didn't have a pond. It had to be custom made by you and Kazuha' sister, Sakura, who also happens to be the owner of a construction company.

There was a swamp near the horses, but Yunjin didn't want the ducks to fight off any predators that may linger in the murkey water. So, she made sure to have a metal gate installed to separate the swamp from the ranch. No predators could come in, and none of the animals can escape, there hasn't been any incidents so far, but you never know.

You walked around the ranch searching for the duck duo. You haven't seen them since you were with Yunjin, and that was 30 minutes ago. You weren't too worried as they never went too far from where you or Yunjin could be. But, you couldn't let them be wandering on their own at night.

"Donnie!" No answer, and usually that little shit always answered. "Daisy!" You didn't hear anything for a while, but you kept going. It felt like you were walking endlessly. You checked the cows, the pigs, the sheeps and the chickens. But, there was one place you didn't check yet. The horses stables were usually secured after Kazuha was done with them, so you didn't really see the need to check whether they were locked in their stalls.

However, you still needed to check if Donnie and Daisy were anywhere near the horses, nothing. You didn't see them even as you circled around the barn. You were about to call Kazuha for help, but a distance quack reached your ears. Then came more, there was loud noises that consisted of water being thrashed around and wings flapping.

Following the sound, it began to get louder and louder. Worry settled in when you realized you were heading towards the swamp. The heavy pounding in your chest was making it harder for you to focus. What you saw was not a sight for sore eyes, Daisy was quacking at the swamp, her wings flapping rapidly but wasn't going anywhere. You viewed in onto what she was alarming at that's when you saw an alligator snap its jaws at Donnie, but the bird dodged the attack by flying backward.

You didn't understand why they just didn't run or fly away from the alligator, but knowing Donnie, he was probably too prideful to run. He got that from his mother. You didn't dare to cross the fence. The birds had a better chance of escaping the dangerous situation than you. One, they could fly away, and you couldn't. It was also known that alligators could run and that you would rather not take your chances of outrunning an alligator.

"Yah! Donnie! Daisy! Run! Fly! Whatever just get the fuck away from that bitch!"

At this point, it was no use. The dumbass duo weren't gonna run or fly or use anything to get away from the apex predator. You considered leaving and letting the alligator do its business, but guilt smacked you right in the face and told you to stay.

These were Yunjin's children for sakes. If she lost them, there was no doubt that she would be devastated. And you couldn't have that. You always did your best to make sure Yunjin was happy and well in nearly every state that existed, from mental to physical. Isn't that what you're supposed to do for the love of your life? To do whatever it takes to make sure that they lived a life , happiness, and love.

That was your definition of love, at least.

Once the alligator got to close to Yunjin's children for your liking, so you did what any Florida born would do when anything, even if it's an apex predator, tries to take something of yours. You hopped the fence and tackled the alligator. It wasn't too large. At least 4 foot long, but its length didn't deodorize its strength.

You were on its back, arms locked around its neck with your legs gripping its middle. The chances of you making it out alive were 5 to 10. You gave yourself some credit. You had the strength of a horse from the amount of labor you've done around the ranch. You were willing to take the odds of winning this fight.

The alligator tried its best to wiggle you off but couldn't. You did your best not to let it drag you into the water. A painful scream left your lips when a sharp feeling pierced your left shoulder. You didn't know how long you've been fighting for, but you couldn't hold out for much longer.

You grunted as the alligator continued to flick his body around, you were trying to think of ways to get out of this situation but it hard considering you had to use your strength and brain at the same time. A loud bang rang through the ranch. In shock, your head snapped up, and grip loosened.

It seems the alligator took its time to get away. It threw you off its back and crawled into the swamp. But, unfortunately, for the alligator, a couple more shots were fired, and every single one struck the alligator. The reptile's body began to slowly sink into the water, disappearing from your sight. You picked yourself up, ran, and hopped the fence, putting as much distance between you and the swamp that apparently held alligators. You didn't even notice the ducks following you due to your tunnel vision.

You looked at your two heroes, scandalized. "Did you know there were alligators in that swamp!? I didn't know!? Did you know?!" You were full on panicking, you just wrestled an fuckin alligator, what the hell were you thinking?

Kazuha stepped out of the truck from the driver's side. Yunjin lowered her gun when she realized the alligator wasn't coming back. They both stared at you for a good moment, watching you gather your thoughts in a non-calm collective way. When you managed to catch your breath, grunting when you felt a body collide with yours.

"You fuckin idiot! You could have died!"

While Yunjin was yelling her head off, Kazuha took the time to gather the ducks and put them in the truck. When Yunjin was done, you both had a staring contest, neither knew what to say. One of you was a dumbass and the other loved the said dumbass. Yunjin did what she knew best, she gather you in her arms and squeezed you tight. Choking back a sob when she realized that she could've lost you completely.

But, you were safe and alive and....stupid.

Yunjin didn't speak a word to you after pulling away, but she definitely kept you close. She guided you to the truck where Kazuha was waiting with a first aid kit. Wordlessly, the two patched you up. There was minimum blood leaking out of your wound, but they did their best to stop the bleeding for the meantime. The only things that could be heard were the wind blowing and the ducks shuffling in the front seat here and there.

Kazuha patted your head once she was done, "We still have to take you to the hospital to get it looked it. Thankfully, it doesn't look like a bite, more so of a scratch. But, the amount of dirty that has entered the wound needs to be cleaned properly to prevent an infection." You nod, giving a thankful smile. Yunjin joined you in the backseat as Kazuha hopped in the front.

The Japanese's knowledge of your wound wasn't surprising. Her dad was a nurse, so he must've taught her some things growing up. Yunjin laced her fingers with yours, still giving you the silent treatment, but you didn't push her to talk to you. You were just glad that she didn't push you away. You tucked your head into her neck. The scent of apple wood entered your nose. It was your favorite, and Yunjin knew that.

You lifted your head slightly, and your lips inches away from her ear. "I'm never going to leave, I promised you that day that nothing would take me for you. I would fight with every bit of my strength to come back home to you." Yunjin looked at you, tears in her eyes. She caressed your jaw with her thumb, connecting her lips with yours.

"I'll protect you with all my heart, but I need you to keep fighting so that I can come to your rescue. I love you, Y/n. I'll kill anything that tries to take you away from me."

Two promises were sealed that day, and the keepers were determined to uphold those promises until death.

#yunjin x reader #yunjin imagines #yunjin x fem reader #le serrafim scenarios #le serrafim imagines #huh yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #le sserafim #yunjin

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crossdressingdeath · 8 months

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pssst - useful Durge information here youtube

/watch?v=V5LHGZBoilQ&t=289s

Ayyyyyyyyyyy it's my good good hat man! So sad he dies if you reject Bhaal, it makes sense but still. But he's so proud of Durge for being a good little murderer, I love it.

Obsessed with him calling Durge a demiurge, by the way. Sceleritas a demiurge's job is the exact opposite of what Durge is supposed to do. I guess the creator of a dead world has still technically created a world...?

Interesting that Sceleritas was apparently sent to guide Durge when they reached their "age of majority", given we hear his voice in the pre-Orin Heal cutscene. Is that just him connecting to Durge in the present, or does he consider their age of majority being their first killing spree? Also, one thing I find very interesting is that apparently despite fully committing themselves to Bhaal they still need Sceleritas, which with the way he talks about it suggests that even at this juncture, having taken back the mantle of Bhaal's Chosen and agreed to their given task of ending the world, they still aren't totally loyal. There's still reason for Bhaal to think they need to be managed. (Also "I shall be sick, fetch the Bucket of Bhaal" continues to be an absolutely golden line.)

Sceleritas insisting that Durge's memory loss is purely brain damage makes sense, but it does contradict Omeluum saying that you don't remember because someone doesn't want you to if you ask him about it back in act 1. Possibly he was wrong. Possibly Sceleritas is wrong. I have some suspicions, but I'll get to that in another post. Him assuring Durge he still thinks they're very clever is precious, though. It doesn't seem like Orin's digging around damaged anything aside from Durge's memory, but it's still cute that Sceleritas feels the need to assure them. Sceleritas saying the worst thing Durge ever did was giving a beggar some coin without kicking or spitting on him is very sad, although given it happened while they were en route to the Devil's Fee I do have to wonder if Gortash was there. I bet he'd tease them about going soft. I also like that one of the things making Durge better than Orin is the fact that they experienced life outside the Temple; it's unclear when exactly they showed up, but given you can be any number of classes that require certain experiences that you wouldn't be able to get in the Temple (a cleric or paladin Durge can serve gods other than Bhaal and bard Durge must have gone to a bardic college at some point) they were presumably an adult by the time they arrived. Also once again we hear about Durge being sculpted from Bhaal's own gore, which is just all sorts of concerning. And confirmation that the Urge is unique to Durge! Which is fun. Also interesting that Orin's bloodline is so far below Durge's in terms of connection to Bhaal's; she really never stood a chance at gaining Bhaal's favour as long as Durge lived.

I assume if you ask Sceleritas about if you'll be able to spare your lover his answer changes depending on the lover in question. I'll have to keep an eye out for that when I do my evil run, since Kyvir is Gay As Fuck and so has zero lovers he could create more Bhaalspawn with. Although given Bhaal in general seems to give approximately zero shits about his kid or their comfort that has some very uncomfortable implications... And it sounds like the Urge is at least sort of gone if you take on the mantle of Bhaal's Chosen? Which kind of makes sense, if Bhaal assumes he's got your leash wrapped so tight around your neck you won't step out of line again. Also, very interesting that Sceleritas refers to the tadpoling as a rebirth for Durge; he's sort of right, but it's still interesting.

#bg3 #durge #sceleritas fel #bg3 spoilers

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peqchsoup · 2 years

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and/or prompt 39 for tangerine x reader please? 👀👀👀

Anything for my fave <3

Lol I said I would post this last night and then I just didn't so here it is now

PS. It hasn't been proofread so ignore any mistakes :)

I Can't Stand You

Tangerine x reader

Rated M

CW: lots of swearing, mentions of death, reader is an assassin

You were supposed to be on holiday.

You thought that you would get the train from Tokyo to Kyoto and finish your two-week holiday in the once-capital of Japan to visit traditional Buddhist temples and relax.

Which is why, when you were reading your book, you were startled to see a man with a bucket hat and glasses sitting across from you.

"Hey. Hey!" He called to get your attention. You looked over the top of your book to see him leaning in close to you.

"Can I help you?" You could tell he was American. Bloody Americans.

"Listen, I'm hiding from this, like, crazy British guy and he's gonna come this way so could you help me out and just wear my hat, coat and glasses?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Uhh, I have, uh," he started going through his wallet, "two hundred bucks. Is that enough?"

You thought for a moment and sighed, two hundred dollars to sit in another guy's coat. You've done worse for less.

"Fine." "Yes!"

"Can I ask why you're hiding from some British guy?"

"Well I took something that him and his brother want and I don't even think they're related but people keep calling them twins, they're definitely not twins-"

"Hang on," You interrupted his rambling by holding your finger up to shush him, "twins you say?"

He looked confused, "Uh, yeah. But like I said, I don’t think they're-"

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Do these twins happen to go by fruity names?"

"Yeah?"

"Lemon and Tangerine?"

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I'm an old friend, shall we say?"

"Oh shit-"

"No no no, don't worry! Anything to piss Tangerine off, I'm on board. I'm still taking the money, though."

The man let out a heavy sigh of relieve, shoving off his jacket for you to put on yourself, before handing you his accessories.

"Thank you, again, for this!" He cried and then ran off to hide. You continued reading, quite excited to see Tangerine again. You and the twins weren't necessarily out to kill each other, you were just rivals. There was the time in Russia where you took down a political meeting of 9 people, and then the twins turned up ready to go in all guns blazing, only to be faced by you sitting comfortably in the chair at the top of the table with your feet propped on the table. There was the time in London where you had to steal a hand-sized cross that was worth millions more than you and you slipped it out from under the twins' noses. Watching them freak out from afar made that job your favourite. The twins weren't your biggest fans because you were always quicker, always smoother, always one step ahead. Lemon was never as easy to wind up, but Tangerine's temper was so short, it wouldn't take much for him to flip out, and nothing brightened your day more.

"Alright, game's up. Where's the case? Tell me and I'll only shoot you-" You placed your book down and turned to face Tangerine, not realising how close his face would be to yours.

"Tangerine!"

"Oh fuckin' hell"

"Long time, no see, bud. How's it going? How's Lemon?"

"Everything's fucking fantastic."

Tangerine grabbed you by the collar and pulled you towards the gangway and into the tiny train bathroom. He closed the door behind him and backed you against the wall.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"The guy."

"What guy?"

"The guy who made you wear his fucking glasses! Where is he?"

"Oh, him! I don't know."

"I can't fucking stand you, do you know that?" "I figured." "You're always in the fucking way. I can't take a single step without your big mouth already being there." "You think about my mouth? That's weird."

"No, I don't think about your mouth."

"Well that's what you made it sound like."

"Well I didn't mean it that way." "Does that mean you fancy me?"

"What?"

"Do you think about my mouth because you fancy me?"

"Will you just shut the fuck up for two fucking minutes!"

You leaned against the wall, eyes wide, slightly stunned at the volume of his little outburst. He turned to face the door, locked it, and turned back to face you. You took a few steps forward but before you could say anything, Tangerine grabbed your face in both of his hands and pressed his lips against yours, walking you backwards until your back hit the wall. Your tongues met and fireworks went off in your head. Tangerine's hands were everywhere: your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your hips. He didn't want to leave any part untouched. Your hands simply found his hair and settled there for the duration of the kiss. You pulled away for air, both panting in each other's faces. You pulled one of your hands out of his hair to cradle his cheek.

You smirked, "I thought you couldn't stand me." Tangerine let out a breathy laugh, "I can't," and leaned down to kiss you again.

NB: Requests are open!!

#bullet train #bullet train tangerine #lemon and tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine

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deancasbigbang · 9 months

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Title: Someone Who Doesn’t Want To Be Saved

Author: RedCraneFalling

Artist: Callion

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/ Dean Winchester, minor Andrea Howl/ Sam Winchester

Length: 49000

Warnings: Temporary Major Character Death, Child Abuse, Implied/ Referenced Underage Prostitution, Canon Typical Violence, Homophobia/ Parental Homophobia, One use of the F slur

Tags: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Wing Fic, Grace-Soul Bonds, Loss of Virginity, AU - Canon Divergence, Parental Guardian Gabriel, !Kid Sam

Posting Date: October 2, 2023

Summary: A child shall be born of twice-tainted blood, the eldest of two and the two soldiers’ son. A saint’s soul emerges, yet a hunter is made. Born martyr from love, built killer by pain. On his hundredth season, the lock he will break, as Mother kills Child for her Father’s sake. All God’s angels shall perish by creatures of ol’ ‘less a Seraph gone wayward does hopelessly fall Fledgling angel, Castiel gets in an accident shortly before his seventh birthday, and quite literally falls out of the sky and into Dean’s lap. The two quickly become close, but both of their families are hiding dark secrets. Dean’s in the form of an absent father who seems to drain all happiness from his two children whenever he’s around, and Castiel’s in the form of a prophecy which unites the two boys, but may ultimately tear them apart.

Excerpt: Dean starts climbing and Castiel waits for him to be about halfway up before he flaps his wings twice and jumps to the branch. “Hey no fair!” Dean calls after him, “I forgot you could fly. Flying is cheating.” “You didn’t specify no flying when you made the rules,” Castiel calls back laughing from his perch on the branch. Castiel watches Dean climb the rest of the way up, his muscles stretching and coiling under the skin of his arms. He’s strong and lithe, graceful and sure of his movements in a way that Castiel can only imitate in flight. On the ground, the calculated angular movements of an Angel make him look robotic in comparison. He is unnatural where Dean is at home, as a true son of the Earth. And God took clay from Earth’s four corners and gave it the breath of life. Man is better than angel. Created for more than just the divine. Their perfect imperfections leave room for beauty. When Dean gets up to the branch he’s huffing with exertion. There’s sweat on his brow where his hair sticks to his forehead, and his cheeks are bright red around his freckles. The flush brings out the green in his eyes. “Cheater,” Dean accuses when he sees Castiel’s cocky grin. He reaches out and gives Castiel a light shove. Castiel moves exaggeratedly with the shove, and falls sideways off the tree branch. “Cas!” Dean yells in alarm before he realizes that Castiel is simply floating in the air slightly under the branch with one leg still hooked over it. “Gonna give me a heart attack,.” Dean grumbles. Castiel laughs and uses his wings to right himself so he’s sitting on the branch again. He straddles it, facing Dean. “Would you like to race back down?” he says with a cheeky grin. “No,” Dean pouts, crossing his arms “You’d probably just jump, Mister I-Can-Survive-a-Tornado.” Castiel laughs boisterously, and it seems his laugh is contagious because Dean starts laughing as well. They both smile, looking at each other. The sun dapples Dean’s skin with patches of light through the leaves. Castiel walks with the brothers back to the nearby motel they’re staying at. Dean is in an uncharacteristically carefree mood, skipping and chattering on like the first time Castiel met him. When they reach the motel, Dean’s face falls as he looks at a big black car parked outside their room. He picks up Sam and turns towards Cas frowning. “You gotta go home now, Cas, but we can watch Scooby Doo another day, okay?” he says. Castiel is confused but agrees and flies away. The next time he sees the Winchester brothers, Dean has a black eye. He won’t tell Castiel where it’s from.

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#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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fiveminuterice · 3 months

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HhHHHHHh thanks to you edyn and niklaus dating propaganda is not leaving my brain therefore I shall unstructurally ramble about it. my thoughts are very unbaked and just word and emotion soup rn but lo and behold:

edyn's desire to find gillion being so strong that it drew niklaus to her (basically summoned him), and him seeing edyn, so distraught and on the verge of dying, having gone through a lot (what, exactly, he wouldn't know completely but he knows she'd suffered). He'd helped her, originally probably just out of curiosity of who this oh-so-interesting triton might be, so headstrong and also has some sort of connection to the gods (by virtue of being lunadeyis' chosen one, as he finds out later after talking to her more)

edyn, coming across this charming tiefling, who seems to be so laid-back and knowledgeable and so so helpful. the more he sticks around, the more she seems to trust him. his silky smooth voice and presence comforting her and despite everything, it feels so easy to open up to him. she tells him her story. How she'd been brought up, not with her family, but rather in the cold and isolating training rooms, under the elder's ever-harsh and watchful gaze. how she has a wonderful younger brother, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, so excitable and curious about everything. How her training never stopped. How she felt saddned about not being able to spend more of her time with her brother. How proud she was when she learned of her brother getting picked as an apprentice for a pretty high research position. How they were about to have a meeting with the Navy, and how things went from bad to disastrous in mere seconds. How her brother, about to be killed, got shown 'mercy' and got exiled. How they were going to send people to hunt him down, from what she overheard. How she left that place despite her training and duty towards her pledge of being the soldier the undersea required.

niklaus initially sticking around the chosen one, knowing that she would be bringing about waves of change with not just her prophecy but also because of the kind of person she seemed to be. soft-spoken but not taking anyone's shit. polite but calculative in terms of knowing what to say and to whom. learning the ways of the oversea quickly. her piercing blue eyes bright with determination, shining oh so perfectly in the sunlight. the turquoise and purple skin glistening under the light of the moon. her hair framing her face perfectly, her charming smile brightening the room, and her dimples making it even better.

them just growing closer over time, maybe splitting paths to move toward their own goals, but then meeting again on another island. growing closer and maybe one day over a bottle of wine, confessing their feelings to each other.

niklaus would probably try to act as he usually did, charming and nonchalant, while offhandedly mentioning his feelings in a tipsy daze. edyn, usually choosing her words carefully but for once letting loose and letting him know she liked and appreciated him in a way more than acquaintances way.

them deciding to start dating, and since they both know and understand they each have their own things to take care of, them keeping contact over conch shells.

edyn maybe coming across things which make her realise that there's a lot more to niklaus than he led on in the beginning and them having a whole talk about it.

edyn, after finding gillion, finding out her boyfriend made a deal with her brother and being internally devastated. because what could niklaus even want from him.

anyways VERY UNCOOKED THOUGHTS BUT YEAH. ALSO EDYN AND NIKLAUS MAKING OUT SEND POST <3

MY GODDDD YOUR BRAINNNNNNNNNN DAWG

Could you imagine if Niklaus made the deal with Gillion AFTER he met Edyn??? the DRAMA !!! and better yet if she finds out about the deal from Gillion and not from Niklaus like hooohhhhhh my godd

The idea of them only meeting every so often between islands is a really interesting idea. like “oh, i didn’t expect to see you again” and they *keep* meeting again to the point Edyn would specifically look out to see if she can find Niklaus. Eventually they exchange callnches or however that works, and Edyn is so HAPPY. and NIKLAUS IS SO HAPPY TOO!! he keeps up his facade, but he’s genuinely happy to know Edyn!! LIKE AS A PERSON!!

Niklaus having to kind of battle who he is as a person and who he wants to be to be with Edyn. GOD ,, i think even him offhandedly mentioning his feelings for Edyn as he’s tipsy is CRAZYYYYYY like man’s needs an excuse for himself to be TRUTHFUL TO THE WOMAN HE HAS FEELINGS FOR. BUT HE DOES LIKE HER!! I think it would be even more tragic if he really earnestly has feelings for Edyn, but whatever he felt wasn’t enough for him to tell her the TRUTH.

Also the Breakdown of Edyn realizing that she’s shared EVERYTHING about herself to Niklaus and he has barely opened up about himself at all. or worse, he has but only the parts he wanted her to know about. and now he has her YOUNGER BROTHER, essentially the only family she has that matters, at his mercy. and he didn’t even tell her. and if she never found gillion, she’d never know. how would she be able to reconcile in her mind who Niklaus is and who he showed himself to be.

#jrwiposting #destiny swap au #askbox

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eclown4hire · 3 months

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Wait I was catching up on your blog and I just saw Lev, and PLEASE .... Please don't hesitate to post him more, he sounds so interesting and his design is so GOOD–!! (Plus I'm just a huge fan of all your works regardless)

OH BOY!!!! (SLAMMING MY INDEX DOWN) IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!!! It would be My Honour . To Provide.

Info under the cut! This is stuff from his tH page, but since not everyone has that!!! I shall paste it here.

General Bio:

A low ranked Fatuus with chip on his shoulder. Quick with a smile and wink; Lev plays dumb in order to mask his true intelligence. Has worn a fake smile his whole life. He acts the fool in order to go unnoticed by his peers and higher ups. Is seen largely as a nuisance by his peers; and though by design, other's perception of him has caused him to develop quite a complex.

Personality :

Charming and flirty, Lev is a man to know. Equipped with a silver tongue and quick with a wink. He is overly nonchalant and easy going, so much so that he is seen as someone who does not take anything seriously. He acts air headed, but truthfully he is a highly component strategist. Below his easygoing attitude is an impossibly pessimistic, and shrewd man.

LIKES:

fluffy animals

sweets

fine art (poetry, art. etc)

machinery

DISLIKES:

blind faith

dry foods

the ocean

arrogance

BACKSTORY

01. Family

Snezhnayan born, Lev grew up in a small village as the middle brother to a family of 5. Snezhnaya prides itself on being a nation with strong family bonds. The terrain is so cruel that one wrong step is all it takes for disaster to strike. A strong united family front is imperative. That didn't really stop Lev's family, however. Affection was practically unheard of, the air always tense. The house was so cold that often times the snowstorms that surrounded them looked warm and comforting in comparison. Lev's family ran a charcoal business -- and all members were expected to contribute. Lev -- having no talent for the craft -- was often forgotten about by both his siblings and parents. On his tenth birthday, he was given his first and only birthday present: An enlistment notice from the Fatui. He was packed and gone the next day. As he watched his family house slowly grow smaller and smaller from the back of the carriage he was sat in: he tried to feel any emotion and found he could find none.

02. Fatui

It didn't take long for Lev to realise he hated his new life as a Fatuus. He was gifted: both in battle as well as strategically. He was seen as sort of a protegee, at the start. At first, he was happy to finally be acknowledged. Seen for a skill he possessed. One he achieved on his own. But once he had to kill, had to see the blood of another run and dye the snow a dark red, had to scrub, and scrub, and scrub the splatters out of his clothes... He knew he would not be cut out for this life. So, he deliberately slowed his progress. Once seen as a protege, now a fallen-star. It stung, how the people that once looked at him with awe now looked at him with disappointment. He forced a smile, a laugh. It was the intented effect... So there was no use to dwell on it. No use to dwell on the rumours that spread when he grew older. How he was only being kept around for his looks, his body. How he was useless, a good-for-nothing. He continued to laugh, to smile. For if he did not laugh, he would drown.

03. Fatui

Those within the Fatui state that the organization runs on loyalty. The statement is not incorrect: but the way that loyalty is gained is not through trust: but rather, through fear. Those lower ranked have no clue what the Tsarista's intentions are truly -- all they know is that they must believe in Her. Blind trust in one whom gives no trust back has always left a deep unease within Lev. In fact, he's found it vile --, ever since he was nominated into as a Fatuus by his family all those years ago. The way he and his fellow Fatuus are supposed to seemingly grovel at the feet of the Harbringers and the Tsaritsa. The way they simply must be content with the harsh treatment: the lack of basic respect. Mindless, loyal cattle to be used as seen fit. Willing to serve, always. Abhorrent -- all of them. Serving under La Signora for a while before her timely death did nothing but exaggerate the feeling of resentment. She was always one of the worst ones to deal with. Cruel to the bitter end. (On the night the news was spread -- while others mourned their Harbringer's passing -- Lev drank in his room, a genuine smile streched upon his lips.) He would never dared to speak such heresy out loud, however. He's not an idiot; despite his best efforts to appear as such. The less someone expects him to know, the easier it is for him to discover hidden truths. What he intends to do with this information is unclear to him. But seeing as no one has any respect for him within the organization, it's only fair he extends the same treatment, right? Besides -- he will inevitably die either by his own hand or by his fellow Fatuus. A thought that keeps him up at night, frozen: but it is an inevitable outcome. Might as well satiate his curiosity before the time comes. Lev sees himself as a man with no hobbies, nor talents. However, he has an affinity for mechanical machines and general things that fall under that umbrella. Sheznaya is the most technologically advanced out of the seven regions of Tevyat, so this area of study is not only widely available, but encouraged. Though he possesses immense skill in the area: he does not wish anyone to find out about it. His level of skill could potentially land him higher up in the ranks -- an outcome he wishes to avoid if possible. There's a risk that a harbringer may take notice of him if he were to climb any higher... And that's a scenario he wishes to avoid: no matter what.

Here's a little man as a reward for reading!! :D

#oc talk #ALSO THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ART... . .. IT MEANS A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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the character everyone gets wrong

that one thing you see in fics all the time

there should be more of this type of fic/art

Thank you for the ask! From this ask game.

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Cedric, obviously. He is not nice. He does absolutely not care. He's unfriendly. He kills people, for fucks sake. Why the fuck is everyone swooning over him.

(If he knew, he'd be so confused, and possibly unsettled. That would be so fun.)

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Not necessarily "fics", as I don't really start many stories where I suspect that's gonna be the case, but i see it in prompts all the time. There seems to be this unspoken agreement that "whump" defaults to evil and often intimate whumper kidnaps and keeps poor whumpee, in long term slavery/torture, wanting to break and/or train them.

It gets no tags, and even if it had one, blocking it would be pointless, because everyone and their cat uses them (just like I have to wade through ridiculous amounts of content tagged as "carewhumper" or "pet whump" that have nothing to do with it).

So I see a post that starts out fairly agreeable, "whumpee deserves a little break." Not too far off from writing advice: If there's always tension, that's bad pacing. So what is it? False hope? Changing circumstances? Someone new arriving?

Only to have a "so whumper invites whumpee to cuddle on the sofa and watch tv 🥰🥰🥰" slammed into my face next paragraph. It's tagged #comfort, nothing else.

Fuck my life.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Everything straight from my list of favs, obviously /s

But also not /s, because this is kinda part of 25 which I shall complain about in another answer. Yes, I totally wish there were more stories that cater to my very specific, niche inside a niche, taste.

I have a few things I like most - as I can see when I look at my favs and my own writing - but just because a story contains one (or more) of those tropes/things, does not mean I will like it.

I like dungeon/prison setting, but not modern or military. I like fantasy and magic, but I do not overly enjoy some common things like vampires/demons. I do enjoy a good bit of gore, but I want happy ends and no MCD. I like ace characters, but I've grown tired of m/m pairings since before I joined here.

In the end, no single trope will be more important than my need to have a good story I enjoy.

#salad-ask #starlit-hopes-and-dreams #this ask is not oc related #The first one doesn't really feel fitting in original fiction #So have a silly

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pooma-bible · 7 months

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CHRIST ON THEIR LIPS HAVE NO PLACE IN THEIR HEARTS❓

தமிழில்

This is present world where most people preach and admit Christ on their lips have no place in their hearts

This is a world where one is hated, mocked and ridiculed because he or she decides to follow Christ to the peak

It is a world where most people including Christians loves the world and it's rhythm, but also claim to follow Jesus

This is a world where everyone wants to be saved or are “ saved” but with no fruits of repentance

This is the world where bad acts and attitude are exhibited mostly by Christians

This is a world where people are only interested in their safety and comfort but not about making heaven

It's a world where wrong is normal and normal is wrong.

It's a world where 70% of Christians follows Jesus because He'll give them prosperity, good health and watch their heads all day

This present day Christians wants only the good side of Jesus but not the bitter side. But Jesus was hated, accused, mocked, persecuted and killed. We His followers will experience the same

This is a world where most Christians hate those very words that Jesus used like “repent or perish", “love your neighbours so that people will know you're from me", “forsake the world and follow me", “those not found worthy will be thrown into lake of fire", “be humble so you can be exalted”, “no one can serve God and money", “you pay tithes yet you ignore the most important aspect such mercy, justice and forgiveness”, “ forgive one another 70×7 times”, “ give and it shall be given unto you in the same measure you gave”, “ no one who looks back and admire the world sensation and fascination can follow me” etc

This is the world that have crafted and created their own image and version of Jesus. They'll tell you Jesus loves all, grace is available hence sin is no problem. But they hate that Jesus will come to judge the world.

This is the world that hate the pure and open truth about being friends and fraternizing with the world. But they love wantonness, wickedness and waywardness.

This is the world that loves enjoyment, entertainment, enrichment, excitement and enticements but hate judgement. No one will escape God's judgement just as no one will escape death

This is a world that hate holiness, righteousness and humbleness.

This present world hate honestly and sincerity. They hate you when you raise the warning signs. They termed it judgement.

This is the world that love celebration, dancing, hypocrisy, partying, festivity, romp, carousing, frolicking than worshipping God in spirit and in truth.

Lastly, this is a world that have itching ears to lies and deception. As it's, Some will counter this post. Some will just look and murmur. Some will immediately called it judgement and threat.

But there's a way which seems right (appeasing/ pleasing/ alluring/enticing/ fascinating) to a man but the end thereof is damnation and destruction.

I pray that this message have an internal part in our lives and causes us to accept the truth and repent genuinely. In Jesus name Amen

God bless you and me as we hear His words and warnings and apply them to our lives.

பெரும்பாலான மக்கள் கிறிஸ்துவை தங்கள் உதடுகளில் பிரசங்கித்து ஒப்புக்கொள்ளும் தற்போதைய உலகம் இதுவாகும்

கிறிஸ்துவைப் பின்பற்றி உச்சத்திற்குச் செல்ல முடிவெடுப்பதால் ஒருவர் வெறுக்கப்படுகிற, கேலி செய்யப்படுகிற, கேலி செய்யப்படுகிற உலகம் இது.

இது கிறிஸ்தவர்கள் உட்பட பெரும்பாலான மக்கள் உலகத்தை நேசிக்கும் உலகம் மற்றும் அது தாளமாக இருக்கிறது, ஆனால் இயேசுவைப் பின்பற்றுவதாகக் கூறுகிறது

ஒவ்வொருவரும் இரட்சிக்கப்பட வேண்டும் அல்லது "இரட்சிக்கப்படுவார்கள்" ஆனால் மனந��திரும்புதலின் பலன்கள் இல்லாத உலகம் இது

மோசமான செயல்களும் மனப்பான்மையும் பெரும்பாலும் ��ிறிஸ்தவர்களால் வெளிப்படுத்தப்படும் உலகம் இது

மக்கள் தங்களுடைய பாதுகாப்பு மற்றும் வசதியில் மட்டுமே அக்கறை கொண்டுள்ளனர், ஆனால் சொர்க்கத்தை உருவாக்குவதில் ஆர்வம் காட்டாத உலகம் இது

தவறு என்பது சாதாரணமானது மற்றும் இயல்பானது தவறு என்ற உலகம் இது.

70% கிறிஸ்தவர்கள் இயேசுவைப் பின்பற்றும் உலகம் இது, ஏனென்றால் அவர் அவர்களுக்கு செழிப்பு, நல்ல ஆரோக்கியம் மற்றும் நாள் முழுவதும் அவர்களின் தலைகளை கவனிப்பார்

இன்றைய கிறிஸ்தவர்கள் இயேசுவின் நல்ல பக்கத்தை மட்டுமே விரும்புகிறார்கள் ஆனால் கசப்பான பக்கத்தை விரும்பவில்லை. ஆனால் இயேசு வெறுக்கப்பட்டார், குற்றம் சாட்டப்பட்டார், கேலி செய்யப்பட்டார், துன்புறுத்தப்பட்டார் மற்றும் கொல்லப்பட்டார். அவரைப் பின்பற்றுபவர்களாகிய நாமும் அதையே அனுபவிப்போம்

"மனந்திரும்பி அல்லது அழிந்து போ", "உன் அண்டை வீட்டாரை நேசி, அதனால் நீ என்னிடமிருந்து வந்தவன் என்பதை மக்கள் அறிந்துகொள்வார்கள்", "உலகத்தை விட்டுவிட்டு என்னைப் பின்பற்றுங்கள்", "கண்டுபிடிக்கப்படாதவை" போன்ற இயேசு பயன்படுத்திய வார்த்தைகளை பெரும்பாலான கிறிஸ்தவர்கள் வெறுக்கும் உலகம் இது. தகுதியானவர்கள் நெருப்புக் கடலில் தள்ளப்படுவார்கள்", "தாழ்த்தப்பட்டவராக இருங்கள், அதனால் நீங்கள் உயர்த்தப்படுவீர்கள்", "கடவுளுக்கும் பணத்திற்கும் யாராலும் சேவை செய்ய முடியாது", "நீங்கள் தசமபாகம் கொடுக்கிறீர்கள், ஆனால் நீங்கள் கருணை, நீதி மற்றும் மன்னிப்பு போன்ற மிக முக்கியமான அம்சத்தை புறக்கணிக்கிறீர்கள்", " ஒருவரையொருவர் 70×7 முறை மன்னியுங்கள்”, “கொடுங்கள், நீங்கள் கொடுத்த அதே அளவிலேயே அது உங்களுக்குக் கொடுக்கப்படும்”, “உலக உணர்வையும் கவர்ச்சியையும் திரும்பிப் பார்த்து ரசிப்பவர்கள் யாரும் என்னைப் பின்தொடர முடியாது” போன்றவை.

இயேசுவின் சொந்த உருவத்தையும் பதிப்பையும் வடிவமைத்து உருவாக்கிய உலகம் இதுவாகும். இயேசு அனைவரையும் நேசிக்கிறார் என்று அவர்கள் உங்களுக்குச் சொல்வார்கள், அருள் கிடைக்கும் அதனால் பாவம் ஒரு பிரச்சனையும் இல்லை. ஆனால் உலகத்தை நியாயந்தீர்க்க இயேசு வருவார் என்பதை அவர்கள் வெறுக்கிறார்கள்.

நண்பர்களாக இருத்தல் மற்றும் உலகத்துடன் சகோதரத்துவம் பெறுவது பற்றிய தூய்மையான மற்றும் வெளிப்படையான உண்மையை வெறுக்கும் உலகம் இதுவாகும். ஆனால் அவர்கள் தேவையற்ற தன்மை, துன்மார்க்கம் மற்றும் வழிகெட்ட தன்மையை விரும்புகிறார்கள்.

இந்த உலகம் இன்பம், பொழுதுபோக்கு, செழுமைப்படுத்துதல், உற்சாகம் மற்றும் கவர்ச்சிகளை விரும்புகிறது ஆனால் தீர்ப்பை வெறுக்கிறது. மரணத்திலிருந்து யாரும் தப்புவது போல் கடவுளின் தீர்ப்பிலிருந்து யாரும் தப்ப மாட்டார்கள்

இது புனிதம், நீதி மற்றும் பணிவு ஆகியவற்றை வெறுக்கும் உலகம்.

இந்த தற்போதைய உலகம் நேர்மையையும் நேர்மையையும் வெறுக்கிறது. நீங்கள் எச்சரிக்கை அறிகுறிகளை எழுப்பினால் அவர்கள் உங்களை வெறுக்கிறார்கள். அவர்கள் அதை தீர்ப்பு என்று அழைத்தனர்.

கடவுளை ஆவியோடும் உண்மையோடும் ஆராதிப்பதை விட கொண்டாட்டம், நடனம், பாசாங்குத்தனம், விருந்து, கொண்டாட்டம், ஆரவாரம், கேலி, உல்லாசம் போன்றவற்றை விரும்புகிற உலகம் இது.

கடைசியாக, பொய்க்கும் ஏமாற்றுக்கும் காதுகள் அரிக்கும் உலகம் இது. அது போல, சிலர் இந்த இடுகையை எதிர்ப்பார்கள். சிலர் பார்த்து முணுமுணுப்பார்கள். சிலர் அதை உடனடியாக தீர்ப்பு மற்றும் அச்சுறுத்தல் என்று அழைப்பார்கள்.

ஆனால் ஒரு மனிதனுக்குச் சரியாகத் தோன்றும் (அமைதியாக்குவது/ மகிழ்விப்பது/ வசீகரிப்பது/ கவர்ந்திழுப்பது/ வசீகரிப்பது) ஒரு வழி இருக்கிறது ஆனால் அதன் முடிவு சாபமும் அழிவும்தான்.

இந்தச் செய்தி நம் வாழ்வில் ஒரு உள் பகுதியைக் கொண்டிருக்க வேண்டும் என்றும், உண்மையை ஏற்று உண்மையாக மனந்திரும்புவதற்கும் நான் பிரார்த்திக்கிறேன். இயேசு நாமத்தில் ஆமென்

அவருடைய வார்த்தைகளையும் எச்சரிப்புகளையும் கேட்டு, அவற்றை நம் வாழ்வில் பயன்படுத்தும்போது, கடவுள் உங்களையும் என்னையும் ஆசீர்வதிப்பார்.

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more-than-a-princess · 2 years

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“Happy birthday, Nia-chan! It might not be much, but I decided to give ya these.” With a broad grin, Kobato proceeds to hand her two tickets to see a popular slasher flick that recently just came out in Japanese theaters. “To be honest, I was plannin’ on asking a girl to come see it with me… but every last one I tried to put the moves on said it was too scary, so since I didn’t want them to go to waste, I figured you might like them. Heck, if you want, you could even invite twerpling along! Seems to me he could really use a good distraction from his studies.”

Sonia's Birthday 2022! - Accepting asks and posts from mutuals

Another evening, another restaurant where they'd found themselves waiting on takeaway food. This time though, Sonia had suggested something far more simple than the Italian food they'd had recently: she'd decided on a traditional izakaya meal, full of dishes that all of them knew. And no matter how much Mr. Kobato could try to protest, she'd insist he order something for himself too. It would be too odd, enjoying curry katsu and takoyaki with him not taking part too. She wasn't sure how Ryuto saw it, but Mr. Kobato was nearly an unofficial third member of their group, despite being ten years older and several socio-economic classes away.

So her surprise was warranted when he'd asked her to wait on their way back to the car, bags of hot food in their hands (mostly his. He insisted upon carrying as much as possible). "Oh, I've heard about this one!" She smiled, far more eager to receive the tickets than the other girls he'd asked. "Thank you, Kazamatsuri-san. I shall enjoy putting these to good use! It is a shame that the girls you asked declined such an outing. I find it terribly foolish of them, but I think I understand, but in a slightly different context."

She sighed gently, her smile embarrassed as she lowered her voice before continuing. "You see, I've had boys ask me to see horror movies with them. Ones who only know me as the Princess of Novoselic and nothing more," Sonia paused, as if she and Kobato both knew where this was going. "And well, they rather thought I'd cling to them in fear during the film. When the opposite happened and they became too forward with their desire for comfort. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I may have slapped one so hard that the fellow patrons thought the scream came from the film. So you see...it can be a challenge finding someone to accompany me."

But he had an answer to that too, one that caused Sonia to raise her eyebrows in surprise. The movie tickets he'd given her were for a particularly gory film, but it had also been reviewed to have a paper-thin plot and actors who were still coming into their craft, making it a challenge to watch for anyone who wasn't a die-hard horror fan, or at least could look past the filmmaking faults and enjoy the kills as they came. She tilted her head to the side in thought.

"Do you think he'd actually come? Tsukishima-san?" She asked. Among everything else, the tickets were for a late night showing to boot. "Truthfully, I didn't think about asking him: from being in a crowd, to the timing, to the fact I could see him disliking the plot. I wouldn't wish him to have a terrible time on my account, but if he was agreeable, I would enjoy his company. Has he been studying too much again?"

#more-than-a-princess answered #causalitylinked #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(It was a good try to get a girl's attention Kobato)#(But not many women are like Sonia where the horror movie is appealing)#(She's usually having to comfort friends who are scared tbh)#(Sonia's Birthday 2022!)

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darkphoenix07 · 2 years

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Conflating Arousal

An Office love story [Enemies to lovers au]

Paring : Jeong Yunho × Im Johwa

Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe

Synopsis : What happens when the man Johwa hates becomes her CEO?

"If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."

- Jeong Yunho

Warning : Mention of blood, Child abuse, Sexual Assault, Self harm, Toxic relationship, Mature content.

If you want me to add you in the taglist, just comment below. And reblog my post ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ). (I'm kinda comfortable with writing with names, not y/n as I was a Wattpad writer. So bear with me ♡)

The dim light of the club, glass clicking sound, continuous song playing one by one, dancing without a break, how come she is not feeling exhausted?

That is the first thought that hit Wooyoung who is currently playing with his third beer glass. He keeps looking at his favorite person who doesn't need anyone but herself right now, who always amuses him, gives him butterflies.

"Wooyoung, I should take Ahnjong home. She looks a mess, drop Johwa home too. Are you sober enough?" He hears his best friend in the corner of the sofa telling him.

He smiles keeping the beer glass on the table, "So much sober," he announces not realizing how can he not be sober after watching her dancing for one hour or more.

"I'm leaving, bye," San says helping Ahnjong to get up who came here for Johwa's insist, now regretting because she can't even drive herself home.

"Can you walk?" San asks Ahnjong but she doesn't seem to have control, "Nevermind," he says taking her in his arms before leaving. Wooyoung throws another smile at San as he disappears. He likes Ahnjong but never admits because of denial. Maybe it's the same with him?

He gets up and reaches on the floor, "Miss Johwa, shall we go home now?"

Johwa stops looking at him, all sweaty, eyes red, her blue highlighted graduated bob hair looking messy but not as herself. She giggles keeping her hands on his shoulder, "Saturdays are the best, you know?" She says showing her teeth as she smiles.

"But can we go home now? You are going to regret drinking like this," Wooyoung says keeping as much distance as he can from her, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

She nods grabbing his hand, "Let's go, home!" And starts pulling him while walking.

Wooyoung starts laughing hearing her childishness, her talking like a baby, why does everything about her sounds so euphoric?

As they reach in front of Wooyoung's car, he helps her to get in. Before he can start driving, she falls asleep.

"You're such a troublemaker," he says looking at her and starts driving.

And you are so in love. His mind tells him.

Is it? Maybe I just admire her.

Maybe not.

He sighs drowning in these thoughts and reaches inside the highway road.

"You know, Wooyoung? I wanted to kill Park Seonghwa yesterday. He almost told boss that I spilled coffee on boss's desk," she keeps mumbling stupid and the smile on Wooyoung's face never leaves him.

"Boss knew it was you. Who else is this much reckless in our company?" Wooyoung tells her. She looks at him pouting, "It's not my fault that I'm a Goddess of destruct-" suddenly her eyes fall on the road and-

"Watch out, Woo!!!" She screams seeing a woman coming in front of their car all of a sudden.

Wooyoung keeps moving the car away from the woman as fast as he can but their car ends up hitting a tree beside the road. Johwa falls on the street from the hit breaking the car's door.

"Wooyoung!!!" That's what came into her mind as she falls. She can't move her right leg and right hand, though she tries to stand up to see how Wooyoung is but he is also covered with blood, his head resting on the car's steering wheel. She tries to find her phone but it is nowhere to be found. Wooyoung's phone is not in here either.

"Where the fuck are the phones?" She doesn't notice how both of their phones are under the back seat fallen from the accident.

Suddenly she sees a car starting to pass by their car, so she rushes towards the car. Her mind was unclear from the alcohol, her legs trembling from the blood loss.

I have to save Wooyoung. I can't let him die just like that.

Telling herself this, she reaches beside the car as it hasn't speed up yet. She hits the car window, "Help us, please! Help us," she hears the window opening and a man staring at her. Her vision starts getting blur but she sees the man with an anxious face.

When some hope enlightens her seeing him, "Drive the car back home," hearing him, her heart shatters in pieces.

"What?" She grabs the window but the car starts leaving making her fall on the ground. And she loses all her energy to get up again, do something to save her friend.

"How could he leave us? How could he?" Her trembling lips starts getting cold on the snow fallen ground. She loses hope to survive or save him.

As they enter in the room, Johwa's eyes fall on the CEO making her heart clench.

The man she prayed to see in front of her eyes so that she could punch him, give him a kick was just in front of her siting among the bosses and their CEO.

"You! What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" She screams getting ahead of everyone which makes the man stand up.

"May I know who you are?" He asks back.

"Didn't I ask first? Why are you here?" Johwa again shouts grabbing a chair beside her, moving closer to him.

"Ms. Im, mind your language and stay put. What is your problem? He is our new CEO, Jeong Yunho from 'Zephyr' ," their CEO says standing up to stop her.

"He can't be our CEO. I want him gone or I may!" She stops gripping the chair tighter than before.

How will she ever forgive him for what be did?

Chapters

Chapter 1 ( Unthinkable promises )

Chapter 2 ( Where we lost ourselves )

Chapter 3 ( Some Nasty betrayals )

Chapter 4 ( Cravings for attachments)

Chapter 5 ( Firey eyes of hers )

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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v-hope · 3 years

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Sweet Night

Pairing: Artist!Taehyung x Heiress!Reader, Heir!OC x Reader

Genre: Fluff (yes, only fluff today, enjoy), Ex Roommates AU, Enemies to Lovers AU, Arranged Marriage (Heir!OC x Reader)

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Neither you nor Taehyung were expecting you to show up to his art exhibition, let alone when everyone was already gone, for the two of you were well aware that you didn’t have much of a choice when it came to attending your possible future husband’s charity event instead. Then again, neither of you were counting on your brother and sister in law to take your side and drive you all the way over to him so you could surprise him before the day was over.

A/N: Helloo! This is part 24 of my Social Media AU “Belong”, but you can read it as a stand-alone one shot if you want! I would like to make a shout out to my 🇫🇮 anon for giving me the Jimin idea (you know which one, I changed it a bit to make it fit the story better, but still). I hope you guys enjoy!

Looking away from the backseat’s window, your eyes focused on your trembling hands instead — the city lights as you passed them by being the only source of light as your brother drove through the streets of Seoul, which for some reason seemed to be extremely long that particular night.

The light music Miyoung had taken upon playing on the radio from the passenger seat, in an attempt to create a somewhat calm atmosphere for you and the nervousness she was sure you were feeling, had yet to make you actually calm down. If anything, you could feel your shaky hands become sweatier by the second as you felt a tingle of anticipation in your chest.

Although you wanted with everything in you to attend Taehyung’s art exhibition, you had got out of bed that morning being mentally prepared to spend the entire day at the Lee’s charity event.

You had been ready to spend most of the day with your parents pretending that everything in your relationship was alright, perfect even. You had been smiling for the cameras all day, greeting people you were sure were just pretending to have the perfect life as well, and being forced to make small talk with the ones who used to be your friends yet had turned their back on you as soon as they had found out you were choosing a more modest life over the luxurious one — the same so called friends of yours that had to keep quiet about your little secret if they didn’t want your parents to destroy their family’s business. After all, your family was with no doubt the most powerful one in Korea. And honestly? You couldn’t help but see it now as a curse, after having spent a lifetime believing it was a gift.

Not only that, but you had also spent most of the day next to Sungjin, lovingly posing for the cameras and holding hands, making you wish every single second it was Taehyung instead. You were sure that way it would’ve been more bearable. What you hated the most was the fact that you knew said pictures were being posted right away, meaning Taehyung would see them, and you hated the utter thought of having the man you had feelings for see you acting like a happy couple with someone else — even more after you had to cancel on him to attend an event with the one guy he had asked you not to bring with you to his art exhibition to begin with.

And yet, after having to endure all of that, here you were — a little over an hour after Taehyung’s exhibit was done, being driven over there by your brother and sister in law, while Jimin held him back at the gallery, and you not even knowing what you were supposed to say at all once you saw him. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this whole impromptu apparition of yours was a good idea at all. It had been a long day for him, you knew that for sure, and although he had told you earlier that day that he would’ve loved to have you there, maybe by this point he just wanted to go home and get some rest.

You didn’t have much more time to think about that, though, for just as you remained deep in your thoughts, Seokjin pulled up right in front of the address you had given him before. Looking up from your fidgeting hands, you were met by two pairs of eyes already focused on you.

“Do you want us to go with you?” Seokjin asked, hand on his keys, ready to pull them out at your command.

“Um…” you hesitated, leaning closer to the window as your eyes travelled around the rather isolated street in search of any paparazzis, finding yourself to be quite relieved when you saw none of them around. “Maybe just until I find Tae”.

They nodded, exchanging one last look before they made their way out of the car right as you did. Feeling the cold breeze of the night as soon as you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but hug yourself, sticking close to Jin and Miyoung as if you were a kid heading to school with her parents after being called by the principal.

Right as you were about to reach the entrance, however, Yoongi made his way out of the building, looking the other way before his eyes fell on all three of you.

“Hey,” he greeted, politely bowing his head, which you didn’t wait to reciprocate. “I came to see if you were anywhere near, Jimin is going crazy trying to come up with more excuses for Taehyung not to leave”.

You chuckled at his comment, imagining just how troubled your friend must have been. After all, and to be fair, you had taken a good while to get there. “Well, I’m here now”.

“That I can see” he sarcastically replied, eyes travelling from you to Seokjin, and then focusing on Miyoung. “Are you all coming in?” his eyes went back to you.

“Is it just the three of you inside?” your brother spoke up before you could nod. As far as he had understood, it should have been only Jimin and Taehyung inside.

“Oh, no” Yoongi denied. “Namjoon-ie is with us, too”.

“Namjoon?” Miyoung wondered, puzzled eyes going up to your brother. Given her reaction, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she knew what the rest of you didn’t when it came to those two.

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek, giving her a knowing look before his eyes went back to Yoongi. “Actually, I, um… I just remembered Miyoung-ie and I have things to do, so…”

Although your sister in law looked troubled for a split second there, she wasted no time in nodding her head. Looking at Yoongi, she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. “W-We do! So, um…” her eyes focused on you. “We should probably leave. Is it okay?”

“Sure…”

“You’ll be okay?” she pushed it, earning a small laugh from you over his motherly ways.

“She’s in good hands” Yoongi reassured her, receiving a genuine smile from her that only caused his lips to part into one of his own as well.

“Okay” she sweetly replied, giving him a small nod as a sign of gratitude.

Seokjin playfully nudged her, grabbing her hand so the whole marriage thing could at least be a little bit more believable. “Shall we go then?”

“Mhm…” she replied.

“Call me when you’re done here” your brother demanded.

“Oh, I’m sure Taehyung will drive her home” Yoongi’s words got chills running up your spine.

“Okay,” Jin’s eyes travelled from Yoongi to you. “Call me when you’re home then”.

“I will” you obediently complied.

With that said, your brother and sister in law turned around, leaving you alone with Yoongi, who didn’t wait to motion towards the door for you to go inside.

“After you” he politely said.

You smiled, taking in a shaky breath before you took a step in. Suddenly all the nervousness you had felt on your way here came right back to hit you in the face, not knowing at all what to do once you were in front of the guy you had ditched the Lee’s event for — not even knowing how he would react at all, yet hoping he would be happy to have you there.

You didn’t get too much time to mentally prepare, for as soon as you entered the place being followed by Yoongi, you caught a glimpse of the backs of the other three men inside as they faced one of the many paintings that brought some life to the neutral white covering every single wall of the gallery. And it was a matter of you taking a few steps towards them for three pairs of eyes to be set on you. However, yours were only focused on one particular pair of them — those chocolate ones that displayed a mixture of surprise and pure happiness in them.

“You’re here?” Taehyung asked the obvious once you reached their side, causing his friends to chuckle in amusement.

“Seems like it…” you nervously managed to get out.

Silence took over as big smiles were plastered all over your faces — on yours and Taehyung’s, as the two of you were happy as hell to see each other, and on his friends, for they were having a blast watching the two of you awkwardly stand in front of one another with those dumb smiles of yours, not knowing what to do next.

“Come on,” Jimin chimed in, placing his hand behind your back and lightly pushing you towards Tae. “Your girl fooled her parents into coming here, the least she deserves is a hug”.

With a giggle escaping Tae’s mouth, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you when your body was about to collide with his. Feeling your heart going wild at the warmness of his touch, you wrapped your arms around his waist as well, resting your face on his chest and taking in his scent right as he lowered his head just enough to bury it in your neck.

“Thank you for coming” he mumbled.

A light chuckle abandoned your mouth, deciding to say nothing and instead just nod your head and wrap your arms tighter around his figure.

“Okay, I think this is our cue to go” Namjoon’s voice broke the comfortable silence you had fallen into.

“Yup” Yoongi agreed, patting Jimin’s back to catch his attention, as he was shamelessly taking pictures of the two of you to remember the moment his friends somewhat got together. “Let’s give the love birds some privacy”.

Nodding his head, Jimin shoved his phone back into his pocket — neither of them bothering to say goodbye not to kill the moment the two of you were sharing, and just quietly leaving the gallery instead.

Once you heard the front doors being closed, Taehyung pulled away, cupping your face in his warm hands and smiling at the sight of you. “I never thought seeing you would make me this happy”.

“Yah, Kim Taehyung” you called him out. “I’m sure you can be sweeter than that”.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes at how spoiled you had become when it came to him and his show of affection. “I’m happy you’re here, princess”.

You smiled, resting your hands over his and drawing small circles with your thumbs on his skin. “I’m happy I’m here”.

His smile turned sweeter somehow, lightly pressing his forehead on yours before a chuckle escaped his mouth and he amusedly shook his head.

“What is it?” you wondered.

“Nothing,” he laughed, pulling away and letting go of your face. “It just makes sense now why the guys were trying so hard to keep me here. Specially Jimin”.

“Was he losing it?” you laughed.

“Totally” he nodded. “He made me go over the whole exhibition again and explain each one of my paintings at least twice to him” his eyes travelled to one particular spot on the wall right next to the painting they had been admiring when you walked in. “When he ran out of pieces to ask me about he pointed at this small crack on the wall and asked me how I had come up with such a deep concept”.

This time, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back as a throaty laugh escaped your mouth — one that had Taehyung giggling, absolutely loving the sound of your laugh.

“He’s an idiot” you stated. “But he kept you here for me, so…”

“That he did” he smiled, biting his bottom lip as his eyes unconsciously travelled down your body — that pink dress of yours sure did look even better in person. “Aren’t you cold?”

Your eyes instinctively went down to your uncovered legs and then to your uncovered arms, remembering how you had hugged yourself outside minutes ago because of the cold air of the night. “It’s alright in here”.

He nodded his head. “My coat is by the entrance, in case you get too cold”.

You smiled sweetly, yet it didn’t wait to turn into what seemed more like a teasing smirk. “So you told me earlier today that you wished you had got to see me in this dress and now you want to cover it up?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes in amusement. “Don’t get me wrong, princess. I already told you I think you look beautiful and am most definitely enjoying the view right now” his bold words brought heat to your face. “I’m just looking after you”.

“How sweet of you” your sarcastic tone didn’t really match your flustered expression. “I’m okay for now. Will let you enjoy the view for a little longer”.

“How considerate of you” he was quick to follow your sarcastic antics, silently enjoying that particular choice of yours.

“I know, no need to say it” you playfully squinted your eyes at him, later taking a look at the whole gallery. “You think you could show me around?”

He nodded, a bright smile already taking over his face. “It will be my pleasure” his dramatism got a playful roll of eyes from you. “Where would you like to start?”

“This one is alright” you pointed out, moving closer to the painting you already had in front. “So,” you began, eyes tauntingly going to the crack next to his painting. “Tell me about how you came up with such a deep concept”.

“Shut up” he amusedly rolled his eyes.

“No, but seriously now” you smiled, this time staring at the piece of art in front of you. “Tell me about this one”.

Taehyung’s art, you had found out quite a while ago, tended to be on the abstract side. Therefore, it was even harder for you —or anyone for that matter— to interpret.

This one piece, just like the tag placed above it on the wall let you know, was called ‘Winter Bear’. You could clearly see the winter, the palette of colours he had used just screamed cold days and melancholy. Nevertheless, the bear mentioned in the title was nowhere to be found in the painting — instead, you managed to tell apart what you thought was a little boy, somewhat hidden in between all the colourful strokes surrounding his figure.

“That’s me” he pointed out when he could no longer deal with the confusion in your face, managing to draw your attention back to him.

“What?” your bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “What is the word ‘bear’ doing in the title then?”

He chuckled. “It’s art, you dork. You can name it anything you want”.

“I think it must mean something, though…”

Taehyung bit his bottom lip. Of course you would know better.

“That’s what my grandparents used to call me” he confessed.

You nodded quietly, understandingly — not really knowing what to say yet not wanting to stay silent. “You must miss them so much…”

“Sometimes,” he nodded. “I mean, not a day goes by in which I don’t miss them, it’s just that… it’s been years so… you kinda grow used to it” his shoulders moved up and down, in a shrug that tried not to make it seem like a big deal. “The whole exhibit was related to winter, so it naturally reminded me of them and how they used to call me, and… I guess I got too personal with this exhibition”.

You gave him a sweet smile of reassurance, reaching for his hand and holding it in yours. “It’s your art. It’s supposed to be personal”.

The boxy smile that he gave you right then was all it took for your heart to skip a beat, later taking in a shaky breath when he intertwined his long fingers with yours and his thumb drew small circles on the back of your hand.

Your eyes went back to the painting in front, trying your best not to let him know what his touch did to you. “I love it” you stated, much to his pleasure. “Love the way it seems to make no sense when you only read the title, yet it makes complete sense after you explain it”.

He smiled wholeheartedly. “I think it just makes no sense” his words had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Not everyone is lucky enough to know the true meaning behind it”.

You giggled. “Lucky me then”.

“Lucky you” he agreed.

Tugging at his hand, you moved on to the next painting, and then the next one, and so on. Not a second had gone by in which you had let go of each other’s hand as you commented on the different paintings and the meanings behind each of them — the two of you finding yourselves having the time of your lives as you gave him your take on them and he confirmed whether or not it was what he had tried to portray.

That was what each of you liked about art so much, the fact that there was no wrong answer and you could discuss it so freely. Sure, he had something in mind the moment he painted each one of his pieces, but it was always fun to see what the rest of the people would feel when they looked at them.

And, for some reason, it was particularly enjoyable to him when it came to discussing art with you. So he had found out back when he invited you to one of his friend’s exhibits. It was different than talking about it with his friends, and he didn’t know if it was the fact that, unlike them, you actually knew about art, or just the fact that it was you.

Maybe both.

Tightening your hold on his hand when there were only four more artworks left, you moved on to the next one, having your jaw drop at the sight of it.

“Hey, this is the one I fixed” you blurted out in both surprise and excitement, unconsciously moving closer to it and dragging Taehyung with you so you could appreciate it better.

Although you were excited to see it there, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the memories it brought back — the fact that you had collided with it and spilled coffee on it, still being both upsetting and embarrassing as hell.

You remembered quite well the way you had ran out in search of an art shop to find the necessary supplies to fix it before Taehyung could get home. Maybe you should have been faster. Not like that would’ve been of too much help, though, for whether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not, you knew very well he would’ve noticed something was off with his newest creation right away.

Looking at the different shades of blue and touches of yellow right then brought you back to that night you pulled an all-nighter, meticulously trying to recreate his painting — the hardest part being that you had only got to see it for a split second before the coffee that used to be on your —by then— broken mug had ruined it. You could only be thankful that it had been just a particular part of the painting and not all of it.

Staring into the picture, you had to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to it and trace your fingers over the pair of eyes you could tell apart in yet another one of his abstract works. You had not truly paid attention to them that one night you spent in Taehyung’s living room fixing his painting, for you had been way too invested in the details you had ruined. And you couldn’t help but feel relieved over the fact that the hot liquid had not touched the eyes he had so perfectly portrayed, for although they looked quite familiar somehow, you weren’t sure you would have been able to do any justice to them.

“I didn’t think you were actually displaying it” you mumbled after a few seconds, eyes still fixed on the painting.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he cocked one of his eyebrows. “Not to be that guy, but it’s quite good”.

“Yes,” you agreed in a heartbeat. “But you can tell one part of it is quite different to the rest of it”.

“You did a good job fixing it, princess” he recognized. “No one could really tell the difference”.

“I can tell” you mumbled.

Taehyung laughed under his breath. “Will you just look up to its title?”

Doing as told out of curiosity, your eyes darted up in a heartbeat — feeling them well up with tears when you read what the label above the artwork said.

“Sweet Night”, ft. Ariel.

Looking up to hold back the tears you felt so dumb for even having in the first place, you shook your head as the corners of your lips curved slightly up. “You did not just credit me after being the one to ruin it to begin with”.

“Hey, I wasn’t taking full credit over something I didn’t completely paint” he stated. “Plus, it’s smart, don’t you think? No one will ever know this Ariel person is no other than the infamous Kim Y/N”.

“You really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to” he stated.

You bit your bottom lip, no longer being able to hold back your smile and letting it part your lips like it had been threatening to. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh under his breath over how adorable he thought you were, not even dreaming of stopping himself when he let go of your hand and placed his arm over your shoulders instead, pulling you closer to him as the two of you stared into the artwork in front.

“Why ‘Sweet Night’?” you wondered, leaning your head on his body.

He shrugged. “It’s silly”.

“Come onnn,” you pouted, pulling slightly away so you could look at him. “Out of all the paintings here, you can’t leave out the explanation to this particular one”.

Taehyung sighed, knowing well enough that, one, you were right, and, two, you were not letting this go until he told you.

“It was inspired by that one night I came home to you and Sungjin” he said rather bitterly, remembering pretty well how he had not been fazed at all by the fact that you and said guy had obviously been making out right before, yet feeling his blood boil at the mere thought of it now. “We stayed up late eating lots and lots of sweet popcorn because I had way too many of them and you became addicted to them and how well they went with wine” a small laugh escaped his mouth at the memory. “So I just went with that. Plus, you were being really sweet that night and it was the first time I got to see that side of you, so…”

“That is really sweet” you mumbled, feeling the heat reach your cheeks.

“Don’t” he pleaded.

You laughed. “It truly is sweet, Vante” the way your eyes had softened at the sight of him, had his heart skipping a beat. “What do the eyes mean, though?”

“You just want to torture me by now” he called you out.

“I’m just asking!” you defended yourself with a giggle.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, feeling the heat reach his face as he intently focused on the painting, evading your eyes as he spoke.

“I’ve never been a fan of people having their full attention on me, I don’t like being the center of attention… I mean, I told you today how I was not looking forward to the moment I would have to give a speech in front of all my guests” you nodded, remembering how you had tried to cheer him up when it came to that. “So I don’t really talk about my art… or about art in general, to anyone. I just show it to them and let them interpret it, that’s what art is about, after all. But that one night you asked me a lot about my art and I actually felt like talking about it with you, and I remember the way your eyes were fixed on me almost as if you were scared you would miss some kind of important detail,” he laughed lightly. “And for the first time I liked the attention. I guess that inspired me enough to paint this”.

“So those are my eyes?” you asked.

He shrugged. “It’s up for interpretation”.

You shook your head in amusement, staring down as you felt your face burning. “You’re the worst”.

Taehyung chuckled, pulling you closer to him with the arm that was still around your shoulders, and using his free hand to place two fingers under your chin and make you look up at him. “Am I now?”

You felt your breathing become heavier the second his nose faintly bumped on yours — his lips only centimeters away from your anticipating ones. Too intimidated by him right then, knowing well enough he had you wrapped around his finger, you managed to shake your head no to answer his question, without taking your eyes away from his for even a second. Or well, that until his chocolate ones travelled down to your mouth.

Staring down into his tempting lips as they slowly came closer to yours, you looked up to his eyes for a split second, just enough to catch a glimpse of the way his remained fixed on your mouth. And then, you saw nothing — eyes instinctively closing when his lips softly trapped your bottom one.

Just one touch of his lips made you wonder how you had managed to go on all these weeks without getting a taste of them again.

“I thought you didn’t do this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing?” you whispered against his lips, opening your eyes to find his dark ones already fixed on you.

A small, breathy laugh escaped his mouth, leaning in so it would faintly brush against yours. “I’m not kissing you as a friend”.

Your lips parted into a smile, not letting another second go by before you pressed your lips to his, making him smile and cup your face in his hands just like he had done weeks ago with the intention of deepening the kiss.

With your arms wrapping around his neck, you pulled him closer to your body, letting go of the kiss for a second to catch your breath and having him take advantage of your slightly open mouth to trap your bottom lip in his eager ones again, this time tracing his tongue over it and slipping it inside your still open mouth — meeting your awaiting one in the middle just the way he wanted.

Letting go of your face, one of his hands travelled down to your lower back so he could feel you even closer, fingers tracing their way down your bare arms as he did so, and feeling goosebumps form on your skin.

“You’re cold?” he asked, taking one second to catch his breath before his wet lips were back on yours.

You shook your head no, a small, shy laugh escaping your mouth. “I didn’t get chills because I’m cold”.

Taehyung bit his lip, feeling the corners of his mouth curving up and pressing one last kiss to your lips before finally pulling away from you as his eyes were intently fixed on yours.

“I will keep my coat to myself then” he teased you.

“Nope,” you were quick to deny. “I am taking you up on the coat offer when we leave”.

“Okay” he laughed lightly, the hand that was still on your face travelling down your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Shall we go?”

You shook your head no quite effusively. “We’re not done with the exhibit yet!”

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat something” Taehyung whined. “We can come back some other day”.

“Yah,” you called him out. “I came all the way here just to see your artworks”.

Your words earned a somewhat bitter pout from him. “Thought you had come all the way over here to see me”.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that, tugging on his hand to pull him closer, and then making him replace said pout with a smile when you pressed two chaste kisses to his mouth. “It was implicit” your teasing words had him rolling his eyes. “We only have three more to go and then I’m all yours”.

He smirked, pulling you with him to the next piece. “I like the sound of that”.

“I meant it as in, then we can go get some food” you mumbled, feeling your face burning for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“I know” he pecked your lips. “Doesn’t change that I enjoy the sound of that”.

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I really wanna know what happened during the painful bath that Nanda promised Jameson a while back. Baths in whump have the potential to be so soothing and excruciating at the same time, which kinda fits Jameson’s whole character don’t you think?

CW: Pet whump, dehumanizing language, intimate whumper, dubcon touch NSFW (not explicit), implied dubcon (fade to black), referenced blood and whipping, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, creepy comfort, drowning, talk of sui (to escape torture), implied death by drowning (unnamed oc)

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NEW VIDEOS of the Box Boy Killer! Never Before Seen!

•Posted by u/oshaycanyousee 14h ago

So I got a really good response to my short series on the mysterious Box Boy Serial Killer (you can find my previous write-ups here, here, and here).

Well, recently I discovered something entirely new that I think you'd enjoy getting a look at! Found among personal items belonging to Nathaniel "Nanda" Matthew Benson: a medium-sized external hard drive containing nearly 750GB of photo and video content.

The hard drive was labeled 'Personal'. Police stated there was a second hard drive labeled 'Professional', but what content was on there, if anything, has never been released.

Technically, neither has this. Someone from within the police department leaked a bunch of videos and photos at some point, and I was able to get ahold of them thanks to a friend of a friend (who shall go unnamed, don't want to tip off whatever FBI agent is watching his internet activity, haha... or is it her or their internet activity... FBI Agent will never know.)

In my writeup on Nanda Benson's life with his Boxie, I didn't have a ton of details on how they interacted with each other. Finding this trove of info definitely changed a few things on how I view their relationship.

Take a look and let me know if it makes you maybe reconsider a few details, too. FYI: This does have nudity and some spicy times! Nothing worse than you've seen on HBO or whatever, but like, fair warning.

[Embedded Video Player With Title: Bathtime With Boxie: NSFW and Yet Somehow Still Oddly Wholesome Kind Of]

The video begins with the tub already filled with water, hot enough to gently steam. It's a gigantic soaker tub, large enough for four people to easily sit without crowding, nestled alongside a window in a truly enormous, incredibly well-lit bathroom. Everything is in shades of white, which makes the person in the frame even more immediately the enter of attention.

A young man with short, shaggy brown hair and dark eyes sits in the tub. He looks up, wrinkling his nose and glancing away. Only then does a bright red mark, darkening already to a bruise become obvious on one side of his neck.

"Don't fucking tape this," He says. His voice is slightly rough-edged, as if he's been screaming, and he sounds exhausted. "That's weird. Not taping the fucking but taping the after bit."

Red welts are visible above the line of water, marking his shoulders and arms. The welts are a deep red that is nearly purple - they are surrounded by bright red irritated flesh.

"Oh, but I like you like this." The voice holding the camera is deep and amused. The camera wobbles slightly and then settles, and soon enough a second man enters the screen. It's clearly Nanda Benson himself, stark naked.

Where the Boxie is heavily bruised and beaten, Nanda himself would be spotless if he weren’t flecked with drying red spots that are clearly the pet's blood.

"Yeah, well." The pet shifts to the side as Nanda steps in, hissing softly in contentment at the sudden burst of heat when he enters the water. He settles down against a bench set in to the side of the tub, and opens his arms.

The pet moves immediately into them, without hesitating. His eyes flicker nervously back to the camera and then away again.

"Yeah, well-... yeah well what, pet?" Nanda laughs as he pulls the Boxie into his lap, toying one hand already damp from the tub over the ring at the front of his collar. "Cat got your tongue after that fun we had together?"

"Tongue's the only thing you didn't take," The pet responds, almost playfully flirtatious. "I guess you'd miss it too fucking much."

"If I took your voice, who would call me a fucking idiot before I fuck him into the ground, hm?"

The pet flushes, looking down at the water, at the slightest pink of his blood still running into it. "Sir-"

"Ssssshhhh. I like you insulting me. I like punishing you for it more." Nanda mouths at the unmarked side of the pet's neck, pulling him back-to-chest where he sits, so he's facing the camera directly again. The pet's back arches when Nanda's teeth dig in, making a soft, high-pitched whine as his head drops back onto the man's shoulder.

The camera picks up the quiet splash of water as the pet tries to move away and is pulled roughly right back, catches the refracted sight of Nanda's hands on the pet's thighs forcing them apart, each of his calves on the outside of Nanda's thighs.

"Please-... H-hurts-"

"You love it," Nanda whispers, and bites down again, right into the crook of the pet's neck where it meets his shoulder. The cry this time is wild with a mix of pain and something darker, the pet's hands moving helplessly up and back to clasp just behind Nanda's head. His back is nearly a bow, every muscle trembling with a need to escape and to hold perfectly still, both at once.

When Nanda pulls back this time, the camera picks up the blood smeared on his teeth before he runs his tongue over them. It finds the light glinting off the fresh blood welling from the new bite along the pet's shoulder.

"It's too much," The pet says, struggling to sit back up straight, turning to look at Nanda. For a moment, his shaggy damp hair and angle hides his expression from the camera's gaze.

The twist of his spine, though, shows the bloodied whiplashes making their way up his back nearly to the nape of his neck.

"It's too much," The pet repeats, in a whisper. "Please. Please, it's too fucking much, if you fuck me again I'll fucking die. Please."

"Now, pet," Nanda teases, flirts shamelessly, running his wet hands through the pet's hair. He grips on tight and forces his head back again. The profile of the pet's face shows the slight bump of a broken nose healed almost perfectly, but not quite. The gasp he makes when Nanda's free hand presses over the welts on his chest is loud enough for the camera to catch. "You know you don't get to say when it's too much."

"You'll f-fucking kill me," The pet protests, voice tight from the angle forcing his collar to dig painfully into his throat. "Please, I... everything hurts so much..."

"You love the pain." Nanda's eyes look up to meet the camera before a more sinister smile finds its way across his face. "I know what you can take better than you do, pet, and I think you can handle one more. Sssshhh, here we go. There..." Nanda exhales softly as the two of them shift in the tub, the pet making a soft pained sound, his hips rolling as he is worked slowly down into position.

Then Nanda chuckles and slides his entire arm over the welts marking the pet's torso, holding him tightly in place. "Now take a deep breath."

"Wh-what?" The pet's eyes widen, comprehension coming a half-second too late. "Wait, don't-"

Nanda's hand gripped into the pet's hair plunges him forwards, bent at the waist, forcing the Box Boy's head suddenly under the water. The pet struggles desperate trying to get his head back up to breathe. Nanda grunts in a rhythm as his hips snap up and down again. He groans, "So fucking tight, goddamn I love you, you fucking slut for me-"

[/END VIDEO]

The video cuts off there, but my friend tells me the rest of it is basically the kind of stuff you have to pay a monthly fee for everywhere else on the internet.

But there's another video, from way later, that I find a really interesting contrast and comparison. Same friend got me this one. It involves Robert, whose write-up you can see right here.

[EMBEDDED VIDEO: Titled Holy Shit, No Wonder He Killed Him]

The screen is black for a few seconds, with the sound of someone taking the cap off a camera before things come into blurry view and then slowly into focus.

The bathroom in this video is tiny. It's barely large enough for everything in it, and a person sitting on the toilet will damn near bash their knees into the side of the bathtub. The grout in the tile floor is dark with old stains, and the tile itself needs either serious scrubbing or an exorcism.

Sitting naked in the bathtub is a young man with long blond hair that hangs in filthy, dirty clumps down to his shoulders. His face is streaked with mud and worse, and he has a black eye that has nearly swelled his left eye shut entirely. His hands are bound with rope stained brown with dried blood, held up in front of him.

His one good eye, maybe blue, follows with a kind of resigned terror the person behind the camera.

He sits in water up to his waist, but by the way he is shivering, it's clear that the water is not even warm, let alone hot. Further bruises mark his ribcage and his legs. One leg juts out in front, and something about it seems like it might be broken.

The camera is handheld, panning slowly from the young man's torn and lacerated heels and feet through his bruised leg - one swollen - and then back up to his face.

"Tell me your name." The voice is Robert Weber's.

The young man's mouth twists in a snarl that fades as quickly as it came and he looks away, to the side of the tub marked with deep soap scum. When Robert's house is searched, there are scratches in the tub as though someone had clawed that deeply into the sides in an attempt to escape. "It's..." The young man inhales, winces at the pain. "It's twe-... Twenty-One. M-My name is... Twenty-One."

"Good. And-... what did we practice saying next?"

The man's jaw trembles visibly onscreen. Then he says, flat and numb, "My name is Twenty-One and I have... two weeks to l-live."

"Perfect. Now I promised you a good scrubbing if you played along downstairs-" The young man flinches, closing his good eye and curling up in the tub as best he can. "-and I will keep that promise." There's a pause, jostling as the camera is slotted into a tripod to continue filming. Then, Robert's voice is suddenly deafening. "Dog! Get the fuck in here!"

The door opens with the creak of hinges deeply in need of oiling, and then the Boxie moves into view. He's skinny, malnourished and underfed, and his hair is roughly cut short in uneven hunks. He has bald spots worn in by the muzzle that is buckled over his mouth, making his breathing an audible rasp. He glares with unhidden hatred.

"Give Twenty-One a bath," Robert says, and his hand moves into view as he pats the Boxie on the head. The Boxie flinches but then forces himself to hold still, closing his eyes as the pat turns into prolonged petting. His muzzle is unbuckled and then removed. Robert's fingers drift over his bald spots, play along the red marks pressed into his skin by the muzzle, move over a scar cut into one side of his mouth that wasn't there in the video with Nanda.

The Boxie is naked but for an old dog collar around his neck.

Robert hums, disappears entirely from view. The door opens and closes again. The sound of a lock clicks.

The Boxie looks at the young man in the bathtub, who doesn't look up. "Fuck this shit," The Boxie mumbles, but he moves - dragging one of his legs a little, and there are ropes tied around his ankles that ensure he can do little more than shuffle - and finally kneels next to the tub. "Are you going to be a shit?"

The young man looks at him with surprise. "You... I've never heard you talk before," He whispers, looking fearfully to the side towards the door.

"You've never seen me without the fucking muzzle before, either," The pet replies. His voice is far rougher than the first video, suggesting long-term damage to his vocal chords. "I asked you something. Are you going to fight me and be a shit about this or no?"

The young man hesitates, then shakes his head. "I couldn't fight if I wanted to anymore," He says, like a man confessing a sin. "It all hurts too much. You know? I had a girlfriend-"

"Stop it." The pet cuts him off and leans over, picking up a stiff washcloth and soaking it in the water until it's soft enough to use again, running it over the young man's shoulders. For all the edge of meanness in his voice, the pet's touch is clearly gentle. "You're going to fucking die here, better if you don't talk about stuff that gets you fucked up first. Forget her."

The young man leans over to give easier access to his back. The soft whimpers he makes show that there must be some grievous injuries back there that the camera can't see. "I-I know I will. Die, I mean. Do I really have-... is it really two weeks?"

"Yeah." The pet takes a bar of soap and runs it over his own hands, rubbing them together to work up a lather. The soap found in Robert Weber's house after his death is Irish Spring and Dove - it is believed he used different soap for different captives according to his own odd whims. "He's put little heart shapes on a calendar he marks off. He'll hurt you a little worse every fucking day and then make you beg for him to end it."

The young man slowly nods, looking at his bound wrists. There's a soft sniff, but he seems too tired for tears. "There's no chance of getting away, is there."

It's not really a question.

The pet answers anyway.

"You're the twenty-first, and none of the others have. What do you think?"

"I-I can't do this."

"You have to." The pet gets a red Solo cup sitting on the side of the tub, fills it with water, and pours it down the young man's back. He hisses and cries out softly in pain. "He doesn't exactly ask your goddamn preferences."

"Help me escape," The young man pleads. "Help me get out of here."

"I'm fucking hobbled," the pet snaps. "He'll be on us both before we even made it out of the hallway. You think I'm fucking stupid? I'm the only one who might not die if I stay good. Come on, lean forward so I can wash your hair."

The young man moves to obey, hands disappearing beneath the filthy bathwater, and then he turns, looking over his shoulder. He and the pet share a long, silent moment. Then he leans over far enough to put his mouth nearly to the pet's ear and whispers something so low that the camera doesn't pick up the words.

The pet inhales sharply.

He looks at the door, and then back to the young man.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and the edge is totally gone from his voice, now.

The young man nods, slowly. "Please," he says, a little louder. "If I have to-... please. Not him. I-I know you'll get punished, but... please. God, please, just this one thing." His hands come back up to grip onto the pet's hand where it lays along the side of the tub.

The young man leans forwards, and his forehead gently rests against the pet's. They are silent for a long moment.

"Please, don't let him be the one to kill me," The young man says. "I know I'm g-going to die, but... let me take that a-... away from him. Please. God, I don't even know your name, but-... please."

The pet swallows, then nods, tipping his head back to press a kiss to the young man's forehead. "I don't have a name. What's your name? I'll remember it. Your real name."

The young man's throat bobs and he whispers into the pet's ear again.

He sits back up, leaning over until some of his long hair falls into the water. "I'm-... I'm ready."

The pet takes a deep, deep breath, moves up to kneeling with his thighs vertical, lays both hands on the back of the young man's head, and says, "I hope it's better, wherever you go."

Then he pushes the young man's head underneath the water.

[/END VIDEO]

According to my friend, there's more to that video as well, but obviously it's been cut to take out the end of the poor guy. Now, my friend swears up and down the pet is crying at the end of the video, that he can see tears, but I'm not sure.

That doesn't really line up with the pet killing people before this, you know?

But one thing it does prove is that the Boxie knows the name of one of the unidentified victims. If he could be found, we could give that man back his name and get his family the closure they deserve.

I know some of you argued with me last time that the Boxie is clearly a VICTIM and not a PERPETRATOR, and I definitely admit this second video maybe suggests you're on to something there.

But I still think we have a Boxie killer on our hands here - I just think maybe I was wrong about why he's killing them at all.

I guess we'll find out if he kills again.

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technowoah · 3 years

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FIVE : AND I REALIZE THREE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTHS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

Chapter Summary: You had gotten what you wanted, but at what cost? Nightmares ensue, and Dream’s true colors begin to show.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// IM BACK!! hopefully yall like this chaper cause this is the last one that I wrote in the past, Im writing chapter 6 rn so it might take a while. Also sorry for not posting requests I really wanted to get this chapter out there

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, arguing, smoking, explosions, gaslighting(?), not proofread.

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"Good job you two! This is all yours now.”

Dream had led you and Eret back to the castle, all of them still battered and bruised from the war they recently had. You had already taken off your armor and now you were wearing underneath your L'Manburg outfit that was torn and burnt showing some of your skin which was also burnt or cut. You had noticed on the way to the castle that Dream had kept on looking at the outfit that Eret and you had on with disgust, like a taunt.

You could finally relax in the huge castle that you apparently deserved because you and Eret had taken the first lives of the citizens of L'Manburg. In your heart you knew that L'Manburg was still a country. They all have two more lives and they will build the country up again with those two lives. You sighed then kept walking into the throne room. you looked at the two big thrones that sat next to each other. One for a king and one for a queen.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down! Relax!" Dream patted one of the thrones.

You and Eret had sat down on the thrones next to each other looking around the huge throne room and Dream smiling right in front of them. Once you both sat down you tried to sit up straight, but you wanted to slump down into the comfy, plush, velvet and gold chair. The two of them sat on velvet and gold thrones while in burnt and torn L'Manburg uniforms. It was a sight to see, and if someone didn't know the context of what just happened, this scene would've made sense to them.

"I'm happy you did this. You deserve all of this." Dream said while walking along the marble floor.

"It's beautiful, but I'm exhausted." You let your head fall to the side. You sighed wanting Dream to leave so you could finally get some rest.

"I bet."

"Eret are you okay?" You spoke up after Dream.

Eret had a look that you couldn't make out. He just stared off into space in his own mind. He shook his head after you called for him again.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine. I'm just thinking." Eret quickly responded.

"What are you thinking about?" Dream said in a monotone voice.

"If we did the right thing." Eret sighed.

You slowly nodded because you were thinking the exact same thing. They were traitors, you had built somewhat of a connection with those people you helped kill. And now what? you're living in a huge castle and apparently you "Shouldn't be feeling this way", Dream claimed.

"You two are overreacting. They are fine." Dream said bluntly while staring at them with a straight face.

That was a huge lie, their lives were taken today. They're not just “fine”.

"You two were never a part of that place anyways. This is your home! Why would you need to wear those hideous colors? They look bad on you, it's unflattering. There is no need to go back." Dream explained.

You hang your head not knowing what to say to the man, there wasn’t really anything to say but you spoke up hoping the words will come to you.

"I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. You're safe now. Did you get hurt?" Dream asked.

The bruises and scars said differently.

"Remember when I said that?" Dream pushed the question.

You rubbed a burn mark on your wrist and laughed a bit. "No! Actually I don't. We're safe now, but that doesn't mean we aren't hurt." You chuckled in disbelief.

"Well maybe if you listened to me you wouldn't be so anxious. If you listened you wouldn't have been so hesitant. You're safe." Dream said sternly.

"Maybe you're tired, Dream. We're all tired. Shall we go to bed?" Eret stood up and held out his hand to help you up from your seat.

You accepted his hand and started to follow Eret through the huge castle making your way through the huge, high ceiling halls. The three walked towards the king's and queen's room in the castle, Dream kept a slower pace and walked behind the two wanting to get one more word in before leaving the castle.

"If you two are ever in doubt just remember that you are on the right side of history." Dream said then turned around to leave the two alone.

You both stopped and turned around to see Dream’s back facing the both of you as he walked away. You and Eret eventually made it to your new bedrooms. There was a big door which held a huge room made for the both of them to sleep in and two separate rooms next to the bigger door which were made for one person. Eret and you stood in front of the bigger door staring at the intricate designs on the door not speaking to each other.

"So?" Eret laughed.

"So!" You exclaimed while chuckling.

"Are you okay sleeping in that huge room tonight?" Eret asked.

"I'm not totally comfortable with that, but it would be weird if we slept in the same bed. Don't get me wrong! You're a great friend, but-"

"Y/N/N stop! I'm okay with that too. I wasn't looking to sleep in the same bed. Yes we're married, but we're just staying friends, hey we might get a divorce later." Eret explained.

"If I do, we won't be king and queen anymore." You said softly to your husband.

"Is that what you want? To be "queen"?" Eret asked while putting air quotes around the word queen.

You paused for a moment then answered his question.

"I don't know where I'm supposed to be, Eret." You looked up at him sadly and he pulled you in for a hug. It took you everything you had to not cry into the L'Manburg uniform Eret was wearing. Today drained you mentally and physically, your hands were raw from shooting arrows, you had burn marks on your skin and your feet hurt from running through the kingdom. You weren’t sure about where you would go, because this didn't feel like your home.

"Let's go to bed and we'll talk in the morning. Rest on it because I'll happily divorce you so you can find your place in this huge kingdom." Eret laughed and let you out of his arms.

You chuckled and then let him go walking into what was supposed to be the queen's room and right next to it was the king's room which they both walked in after saying goodnight and closing their doors finally having time to themselves after a long day.

You finally took off the L'Manburg uniform and laid it on a velvet chair in the corner of the huge room. You stared at the uniform before going to the nearest closet and picking out something to wear for that night. The queen's room was basically the huge couple's room that you found before, but just with a smaller bed. There were still trinkets, jewelry and even clothes in the closet. you took a nightgown out of the closet and sat on the plush bed. You ended up laying down staring at the high ceiling thinking of the predicament Eret's question brought.

You finally retired for the night and crawled into bed and got under the soft covers. The window was open so a soft cool breeze was blowing through the room letting the curtains flow with the breeze. If you left you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back to L'Manburg, they would never let you back even if you tried. They probably hated your guts by now, so maybe divorcing wasn't a good idea. You had a set home here, you had food, clothes, and you weren't under attack every minute. you didn't have to watch your back for any enemies.

Your mind slowed down as you finally lulled yourself into a deep sleep forgetting the troubles in your mind for only a moment.

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The sunset fell over the horizon making it a gold, red color. It was beautiful. The trees were illuminated and the lakes had a certain glow to them. you could see mobs began to crawl out of the ground and caves, but you was safe up here.

You looked down and saw the familiar obsidian walls. It seemed like a faint memory, but in reality the walls were real. It was like you could feel the stone underneath your feet at this moment. you could see inside L'Manburg.

you saw Tubbo and Tommy laying in the grass talking to one another. you saw Fundy sleeping in the grass next to them. There were two new faces you had never seen before. It was a woman with short pink hair and another man with a shaved head. It might've been your mind putting people in your dreams to fill space. Then you saw Eret sitting by a small river letting his bare feet flow in the water. It was a peaceful scene.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" A voice showed up beside you.

It was Wilbur. He had his uniform on, it was clean like the war didn't even happen.

"It is really beautiful." You agreed watching the sun continue to lower over the trees.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall." Wilbur said, keeping his gaze soft at the sunset.

You hummed but stayed quiet admiring his words and the sunset.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. After you took one of my lives away I understand now. You can't control other people and their motivations."

You hang your head in disappointment, but then Wilbur continued.

"But I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in that history has its eyes on you. History will forever have its eyes on you no matter what you do." Wilbur looked into your eyes as the sun set on the two of them the stars began to shine.

The light brown eyes Wilbur had turned darker because of the sunlight being gone. You looked out back at the mobs in the forest and the huge towers in the sky made the kingdoms members. you turned around and looked into L'Manburg. Or what was considered L'Manburg.

There was no one there anymore, instead of people there were huge amounts of TNT that filled the walls behind them. you could hear faint voices around them, people that you didn't know. It sounded like chaos. you whipped your head around to Wilbur who was dressed in a brown tattered trench coat, brown pants, and a white shirt instead of the L'Manburg uniform.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and matches in his hands. He smirked at you as the voices around you got louder and your head sounded like you were in the middle of a tornado. your head was buzzing as your eyes couldn't focus on Wilbur in front of you. It felt like these moments were happening right in front of your all at one time.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?"

"You know if I die, this country goes down with me."

"if respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?"

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me! Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Look-"

"You know Y/N" Wilbur started next to you. He lit a match and turned around to L'Manburg which was now filled with TNT.

"Somethings. Somethings were never meant to be." He threw the match into the huge pile of TNT and all in a second the obsidian underneath your feet disappeared as you fell into the explosion beneath you.

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"Fuck! Where am I?!" You shot up from your sleeping position in a cold sweat.

You frantically felt around the bed trying to convince yourself that you were physically at the castle in your bed. You finally caught your breath and laid back down in your bed finding yourself staring at the ceiling again. Even with the window open blowing cool air into the room, your skin still felt hot. You ended up tossing the covers off of you and making your way towards the entrance of the kingdom to get some air.

That dream was so much stuff in it you couldn't comprehend all of it. It was like Wilbur was there as if he was talking to you directly and it wasn't a dream and it made you second guess yourself and think that it may have not been a dream. You finally made it outside and sat on one of the steps that led people up into the kingdom. you sighed and breathed in the fresh air and it immediately relaxed your body and mind. You were alive, you were here and sadly Wilbur wasn't there. You closed your eyes and felt the breeze around you until you were startled by a figure beside you.

"You're up late. I thought you said you were mentally tired." Dream chuckled sitting beside you.

"I had a bad dream." You sighed.

"Hey don't take my name in vain like that" Dream laughed trying to bring up your mood.

Dream sighed and stood back up when he didn't get a response from his companion.

"Come one, let's go. Let's get your mind off of the one bad dream." Dream held his hand out, gesturing to you to take it.

You took his hand and then released it letting him lead the way to wherever the wind may take them. The dream is currently still stuck in your head. The voices from different people confused you and made your head spin.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?" What did that mean? Was someone threatening Tommy? Will someone threaten Tommy? You grew to care for that kid.

Who said "If I die, this country goes down with me"? What country. L'Manburg?

"If respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?" That one stumped you the most. you didn't even know if this was being spoken to you or to someone else. All of them except for the Tommy one.

Were they all even dreams? The one that haunted your mind the most was the one where someone was telling a man named Phil to kill them. Were you there for that moment? Did Phil kill the person? Who was Phil? All these thoughts and questions plagued your mind so much that your feet mindlessly carried you wherever Dream led you to.

"Here we are." Dream led You on top of a hill, a tall enough hill to see the main attraction. The place you missed the most, L'Manburg.

Tears started to form in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. All the moments of that dream appeared in your brain, but even stronger. you never felt these emotions before. Maybe L'Manburg was your home all along. you missed seeing Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and Fundy doing their own thing while your and Wilbur had a deep talk inside the van. you had spent weeks with them growing too attached to them and then ended up becoming a traitor.

"That place. You never belonged there. You're too good for them." Dream started and you stayed quiet watching the stars begin to disappear.

"Do you trust me?" Dream asked.

You stayed quiet not having the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you say that you trusted him when in reality you couldn’t, you weren't fully there yet, not anymore.

"They lied to you. It's not your home." Dream continued on letting you listen and not talk.

"How did you know if someone said it was my home or not?" You asked, startled.

"I might've been keeping an eye on you. I wanted to make sure my flower was okay." Dream kept his gaze on L'Manburg.

"Stop calling me that." You sighed.

"I never started. This was the first time I said that. Who called you flower?" Dream suddenly got serious, staring at you.

you kept your sights on the obsidian walls, not sparing him a glance. The stars began to fade and the sun peeked over the horizon. As they stayed longer the sun rose over the walls of L'Manburg. You started to remember the words in the dream you had.

L'Manburg stands for independence. Independence. That word kept ringing through your head like a mantra until a few voices below the hill and near the walls alerted you.

"HEY! Hey Wilbur! Give me back my shit!" Tommy yelled as he stomped after the older man.

"Wilbur get Tommy to stop shouting and give him his swords back please!" Fundy yelled trailing behind the two.

"No not until he learns not to go start stabbing shit!" Wilbur yelled back at the other two.

You missed that. you missed the bickering and the nonsense they all shared. you were upset that Tommy still hadn't learned his lesson and you wished you were there beside them at that moment.

Dream spoke up giving you a look you couldn’t quite get. "You are never allowed to step inside those walls again.

"What gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Who does that make you? Who do you think-"

"YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE WALLS!" Dream yelled getting dangerously close to you.

You continued to stare at those blue eyes as the bright sun rose over the dark walls of L’Manburg. you didn't say anything but descended down the mountain alone with the sounds of Tommy, Fundy, and Wilbur bickering in the background, wishing you were there and not next to the man next to you who was staring at you angrily.

"I know what’s good for you! I know what's good for this country! Just trust me Y/N!" Dream yelled starting an argument

"Would you calm down! You came here to be all quiet and now you're yelling at me. You might want to be quiet before Wilbur hears you. Or do you want me to get him myself?" You yelled back, getting furious.

"Oh you wish! He doesn't care for you as much as me, Sapnap and George do! They agree as well!"

"Don't put words into his mouth!" You accused

"Oh! So if he cares so fucking much he would've help save you. And do you know what would happen if he saved you?! You would've died! I saved you! You were in a perfect situation and all you had to do is not complain! You're always overreacting." Dream ended with a huff and rolled his eyes while turning away..

you were speechless at this point. Overwhelming emotions consumed you. you couldn't believe you were overreacting. Maybe Wilbur wasn't everything you needed. you were overreacting, you were being selfish too. Dream was right. Dream walked over to you pulling you in a hug with L'Manburg was still in your sights.

"I did everything because I love you. You're too precious for them, you're not for them. They don't deserve you, you deserve someone who wants the best for you. A flower that needs a home and I'm here to give it to you." Dream softly explained.

Your eyes kept tearing up at the words and different emotions flowing through you. The sights on L'Manburg make your memories and questions come back. Where did you belong? But more importantly who was telling the truth?

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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You and Me - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

Part 2 of Sigyn’s Angst-to-Fluff Drabbles

Inspired by Cozy’s Fluff-to-Angst Fun and Games!

Pairing: Loki / Female reader

Warnings: Strong themes of depression and suicidal ideation/a near attempt. Mention of Infinity War and Endgame and all the things that happen there. Fluff awaits at the end.

Author’s Note: A nearly-impossible prompt to turn happy, but I tried my best without taking an easier route like “it was just a dream” etc! I wanted to give it my all. This is the most.. sensitive-topic fic I’ve posted here, so please, skip it or skim it if you need to. <3

@silver-lupines:

Ohohohohoho Loki’s permanent death and the reader is left as a widow. No resurrections.

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You still remember it.

You’ll never forget.

Never.

The smell of the air. Thick smoke in your lungs. The colors. The sounds. Death, all around you. Permeating you. You begged for it to end.

He was not so kind.

No, He was not the kind type.

He killed half of every whole. And Loki - Loki had made you feel whole.

What were you now?

You were still a full person, but broken nonetheless. A ghost. Yes, you were a ghost of who you were before. You haunted your own body, desperate for it to stop. Stop aching, stop hurting, stop feeling - let you go, release you to the endlessness of whatever unexistence was, because any unknown it held was surely better than knowing Loki was gone.

You had lived five painfully long years without him. Your husband. The boy you’d known on Asgard, fallen in love with, married and loved and lived through the pain of losing. Twice.

No, thrice. But the third you had to watch.

You had to watch everything. Leg pinned under the rubble on the Statesman, no more than entertainment for the creatures around you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, unwilling witness to-

You couldn’t bear to think of it.

Sure, you weren’t completely alone. You had your remaining friends: the ones that were not also ripped from you, destroyed for the sake of an asinine plan that made you want to scream and cry and unleash all your anger on the monster who caused it.

You never got the chance.

The others fought. You joined, but you never were close enough to attack The One You Wanted. You were wounded early on. And now He was nothing. No more than dust.

But you felt more despair than comfort.

When the portals had opened, you’d turned, tears pricking your eyes as you scanned them. Loki would be there, you were sure of it. He’d find you. He had to. They knew what he meant to you - they knew to bring him back, too. You pushed through oncoming allies, looking for him. But with every new face you saw only made your heart sink further.

He wasn’t there.

He’d never be there again.

That realization dragged your hope away with it.

Now you’d made the preparations. Everything was laid out. You even left notes. Your friends would know it was nothing they’d done, because it wasn’t up to them. You didn’t blame anyone that was left. They hadn’t taken Loki from you, that Creature had. And carrying on without him? It was just all too much for you, now - you needed an escape.

But as soon as you closed the door of your room, intent on your next action, someone behind you spoke. With a jolt, you faced them.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby charge you with crimes against the sacred timeline.”

You went agape. How did they get into your room? Officers of some sort, suddenly standing before you. A glowing orange door pulsated behind them.

This had to be a dream. Yes, you must be dreaming. Your mind was cooking up something bizarre in a last-ditch effort to pull you back to the land of the living. Not that it would matter. The gleaming sword on your bed held promise. You just had to reach it.

“What?!” Was all you could manage. One of the people moved forward, hand outstretched- Now this, this you could do. Life on Asgard trained you for combat. You grabbed them, leveraging your body weight to flip them over. But the other agent swung, hitting you with a baton-

Time stopped.

Or, slowed, to the point that you felt as though you were frozen in place, yet you listened as the one officer brushed themselves off, grumbling about Asgardians, while the one who hit you secured something around your neck.

“Let’s get her back.”

As you were escorted through the door, you turned and growled in your throat, arm outstretched to grab your sword - but as soon as you were through the door, it closed.

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The next minutes - hours? - were a blur. You were escorted through a strange place you didn’t recognize - you figured it must be the TVA your captors spoke of, whatever that was - but before you could ask any proper questions, you were tossed into a room. And another room. And another.

In fact, you had been to so many places that were all the same drab beige, and had your clothes removed and replaced with a horrific jumpsuit, you weren’t sure where you were until at last you were taken to a long room, flanked with booths. Down at the end of the room sat someone who was clearly a judge.

A trial. This was a trial.

So what in Odin’s name were you guilty of?

You were pushed onto a small podium, glaring up at your captor. You’d already tried to escape - but had been overpowered, the collar firmly around your neck offering no chance of liberation.

The woman before you, now clearly visible - or, part of her was, as most of her person was concealed behind the mountain of wood between you.

She was well-dressed. Professional. Her hair drawn back, her gaze stern. She looked like a leader, and practically radiated power.

But she was wrong. You were blameless. Why were you here?

“(Y/N) Lokiwife,” The judge spoke, gazing down her nose at you. “Or Leifdottir, if you prefer.”

Your glare didn’t waver.

She cleared her throat.

“You are charged with sequence violation seven-thirty forty-one. How do you plead?”

You sighed. “You must be mistaken. I have done nothing wrong.”

The judge tapped her pen against the paper below her.

“Are you guilty or not guilty?”

“Of a sequence violation, whatever that means? No. No, I am not. I was in my room, minding my own business, when your goons barged in and brought me here.” You clenched your jaw.

The judge smiled - a forced, strained sort of smile, where her teeth remained hidden behind her lips. You matched her expression with one just the same.

“Those goons, as you call them, were tasked with bringing a criminal,” She pointed the pen at you, “To justice. How. Do you. Plead?”

“Not guilty.” You hissed.

“I highly doubt-”

She was cut off by a new individual running over, whispering into her ear. The judge tensed. You saw her brow furrow, her jaw clench.

“Thank you.” Her voice was curt.

Silence hung over the courtroom as the other individual left.

The judge shook her head. “I sentence you as not guilty.” She took her gavel, pounding it in a swift, final motion.

Your breath caught in your chest. “Not guilty?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Not guilty. I suppose this was all more for formality, anyway;” Renslayer motioned to the trial room and straightened a stack of papers, “You’re merely assurance.”

“Assurance for what exactly?”

“A mission.”

You felt like screaming. Everything was so vague, so mysterious - couldn’t they just let you go? Or else kill you and get it over with?

“Fantastic. Glad to know I can help your cause.” You sneered.

The judge raised a brow, then looked past you. “You’d better be right about this, Mobius.”

“Not to worry, I can handle it from here.”

A new voice sounded behind you. You whipped around to face it.

“Woah, hey there.” A man walked toward you, his hands raised. Wearing a suit - much like those you had seen on Midgard, yet somehow different - his short hair streaked silver, a mustache over his crooked-smile lips. Mobius. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What do you want with me?” You glared, not moving from your place.

“Not one to trust easily. I get it. Listen, I’ve got someone you’ll want to see. But you need to trust me now, okay?”

He held his hands out, palms up. You looked at them. Then back at his face. His brows were raised, he seemed hopeful - expectant. You sighed through your nose, and took a wary step toward him.

“That’s better.” He looked at the judge, pointing at her. “I owe you one, Ravonna. I’m telling you - irreplaceable help, you gave today. Irreplaceable!”

The judge rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips.

Mobius turned to you. “Shall we?”

Your next journey was far more welcome. Mobius didn’t manhandle you, thank the Norns, though you did sense the eyes of surrounding agents on you. Agents, dressed in the same black armor as those who had fetched you. You stared ahead, avoiding their gaze.

“Where is this place?” Finally, you broke the silence.

“Where, not what?” Mobius answered, smirking.

“This is the TVA, whatever that means. But where is it?”

“You thinking of running away?”

You looked at him.

“Right. Of course you are.. Outside of space and time, if it matters.”

You raised a brow. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Mobius exhaled through his lips, chuckling softly. “Ideally, yeah.” The two of you walked through a corridor, apparently intent on a destination you had no idea about.

“Well- Well why am I here?” You stopped in your tracks. Mobius turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You continued, “The judge ruled me not guilty. Said I was assurance - assurance for what?”

“A mission.” Mobius spoke carefully. You narrowed your eyes.

“What?” He asked. “You weren’t exactly busy.”

“Actually, I was in the middle of something.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I was! I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be anywhere-” You stopped yourself. You felt heat rush to your eyes and nose, but forced yourself to swallow the knot in your throat. You couldn’t, wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of countless strangers.

You just wanted to go back to Loki, wherever he was. You didn’t care where.

Mobius watched you. “Come on, I think this will help.”

Giving him a look, you let your shoulders slump, then followed him. Felt your eyes go dull. When you reached a door flanked by two guards, which Mobius quickly dismissed, you straightened up.

Mobius turned to you. “Now, this is going to be a little weird, okay? But bear with me. Just, go with the process, laugh or cry or whatever you need. Got it?”

You stared at him. “I.. What are you even getting at? I told you, I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to be anywhere. I don’t want to be alive, I don’t care if it’s here, or on Earth, or anywhere else, I do not want it-”

Mobius sighed, placed his hand on the small of your back, and urged you into the room, shutting the door behind you. You gasped at the motion and moved to stop the door - but it shut with a resounding thud. Tears betrayed you, streaming down your face.

“Let me out!” You pounded your fist against the door, “I don’t want to be part of your sick game- Do you understand me? I have nothing to live for, nothing-”

“(Y/N)?” A quivering voice pulled you back to reality.

No, not just any voice.

That voice.

The voice you knew. The voice you missed.

You turned on the spot. Your body froze. There, before you, stood Loki.

“Loki?”

Loki rushed to you. You were frozen, staring up at him. Afraid to touch him. Afraid that if you dared to feel his embrace again he may disappear.

He looked familiar, but not the same as when you last saw him - thank the Norns for that.

No, he looked almost.. Younger? His hair was shorter, not so long nor so wavy as the tresses you remember playing with on the Statesman before He came.

And his clothes. The same as yours: a demeaning jumpsuit. They must’ve put him through all this, too.

What could he possibly be guilty of?

You looked at his face. Your vision, blurry, your body, shaking - you reached for him. He met you. His hand touched your face, cupping your cheek. You felt yourself sob without fully realizing, certainly not controlling it.

He was here. He was alive.

You broke. Melted into his touch, embracing him.

“My love.. Oh, my darling…” His arms enveloped you, his hand sliding to the back of your head, cradling it against his chest.

Your ear pressed to his body, you smiled past your tears, gripping his clothes as though he could disappear at any moment. But you could hear his heartbeat. You savored it, the rhythmic beat, which seemed to steady as you held him in turn. You wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“L-Loki, you.. You were gone,” your voice cracked, “You... He took you from me.”

“I know.” Loki kissed the top of your head, “I know, I saw it all.”

“You - what?”

Loki pulled away, gazing into your eyes, though never letting you go. He swallowed. “I saw it. All of it. My entire life, as it was, apparently, meant to be. I know what you had to endure.”

Tears formed in your eyes again.

“My love, I am so sorry.”

“N-No, I..” You cupped his face, hands stroking his cheeks. One of his hands found yours, and grasped it for him to press a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled. “I have you. You’re back, you’re alive, you…” You huffed a soft laugh and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and you could feel a tear from his cheek slide onto yours. He broke the kiss, pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you. I missed you terribly. Darling, I can’t express how good it is to see you,” he let himself grin, another tear squeezing out onto his cheek at the movement. He steadied himself, watching you with adoration shining in his eyes.

“I-I missed you too.. Norns, I.. I thought they would kill me or something.. I wished for it.” You swallowed.

Loki’s expression stayed composed, but you saw fear flash in his eyes. Pain. “I heard.”

“I.. I’m sorry-”

“No. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not your fault. Neither of us caused the pain we were put through, do you understand? And I am never leaving you again. Never.”

You stared into his eyes. Somehow, the surety with which he spoke seemed… Real.

He wasn’t leaving.

He’d never leave you again.

Silently, you nodded. “And I’ll never leave you.”

He smiled. “I know, my sweet. I know you never will. ”

You remained a moment, until the both of you calmed enough to part - now standing near each other, the tears ceasing.

You wiped the back of your hand across your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re real,” you joked, weakly, “You’re here.”

Loki smiled, letting out a small chuckle. He gave you another small, loving kiss.

“I’m here.”

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