#i throw my wedding ring into the river

[neopuppy]

ok but that idea of enemy jeno nd step father johnny a/b/o sounds hella fire 🔥 i know you'd smash it my fave fics from urs are the abo ones 🔥

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“At your age I was near ready to pop out my first pup,” the sound of your mother’s tongue flicking against the backs of her teeth always makes your chest hurt, it’s one you’ve grown accustomed to following her clear disappointment. “I’m fortunate pack leader allowed me to participate in the mating race last midsummer's moon, although I believe he had more ulterior motives than he’ll ever admit.” She grins to herself, ringing clean the furs you’ve spent all morning rinsing free of dirt at the river bank.

“Omega Sooyeon always told me that my Omega would lead me to my mate..” you mumble quietly to not receive a stern look that could escalate to a slap across your face faster than your next breath.

“That Omega..” she snickers, showing her unreasonable disdain for the pack’s healer. Most of it stemming from things out of even the Moon Goddess’s control. “She lives with her head in the clouds, you don’t see a mating mark on her neck, do you?” She smirks, neck stretched to one side proudly showing off the gash Pack Alpha left, still dark and deep as if his canines had dug a path in mere minutes ago.

“Either way, after discussing our current living situation, Pack Alpha believes it’s best to wed you off now. You’re far beyond ready to bare and raise pups. As the Pack leader's daughter, you need to uphold the pack’s integrity. I can no longer carry pups but there is no reason you should not.”

Your mother isn’t one to take your thoughts into consideration much, if ever. The resilience you’ve shown over years to following the standard Omega lifestyle has only earned various punishments and created distance in your relationship; because how embarrassing is it for the new stunningly beautiful Head Omega to walk arm in arm proudly with their pack’s leader with a fully grown Omega in tail- childless, mateless, and too hard headed to accept suitors.

“Now, take these to your father.” She says, throwing the heavy dried furs atop your shoulders with a nudge of her chin toward the door. “I shall drop the rest off after dinner.” The way her cheeks suck in let you know more than words how she has to hold back from mocking you again, skipping added commentary of how you’d rather be in the fields with Alphas covered in dirt fertilizing crops when you should really be fertilizing your eggs.

It’s not as if she hasn’t recounted enough(your whole life) what your only purpose is. Keeping your hair long, your skin clean and pretty, and your figure fit to the standard of Alphas.

‘We exist to satisfy our Alphas, there is no other purpose for an Omega.’

She shooed you away, reminding you to have hot water boiled and ready for Head Alphas bath tonight; because as useless as you may be, you’re not exempt from helping your mother keep her Alpha happy.

Bear furs weigh down your shoulders trekking across the pack to where Alpha Suh has been working for the day, distracting yourself by smiling and nodding at passerby’s instead of contemplating the possibility of the Pack Leader trying to marry you off.

“Ah, are those my furs?” He stays put, shouting over the loud cutting sound of sawing through logs of thick dark wood. “Smells fresh even from here.”

Pack Alpha dusts off his gloved hands, removing goggles from his sweat stricken skin and tossing them down onto a table together. “I expected your mother to deliver these.” He turns, hoisting the furs from your arms to throw over a chair nearby.

“Are you not happy to see me?” You ask quietly, searching for a cloth to wipe the Alphas chest.

“What makes you say that?” He lifts an eyebrow, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “I expected her, but I’m much more pleased to see you.”

“I need to head back home to prepare your evening bath. How’s your back doing today Alpha Suh? I can pick up some crushed lavender and arnica extract from healer Sooyeon that might help..”

“What have I told you..” he moves to stand before you, raising the cloth in your grip to his chest, aiding your hand to clean off the drip of sweat rushing down to his navel. “About calling me that?”

“My apologies Alpha..” you continue to clean off residual scraps of wood shed and dirt holed between each divet of muscle melted to his skin by hard labor. “When I’m with my mother all day, I forget..”

“How was she today?” He hums, reaching to stroke your hair away from your face. “I know she does her best to be nice when I’m around, you’ll tell me if she’s been too hard on you when I’m not, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” Johnny nods, tracing down your jaw to pinch your chin between his fingers. “She mentioned something..”

The Alphas gaze stays focused on you, ensuring his attention is all yours, smoothing his other hand down your arm to land at your waist with a squeeze. “Mother has been insistent that I participate in the mating hunt this upcoming full moon, she said you’ve discussed my unmated status..”

“We have.” He leans closer, pressing your back against a wall. “You know I do my best to keep her off your ass, but she makes a valid point. Even if you’re not my pup by blood, I am responsible for you, you’re to carry on my name in this pack.”

Johnny sighs, lifting your chin to raise your eyes to his. “It’s my fault—it’s your damn mothers fault for carrying your scent back then.. my Alpha couldn’t be stopped.” His grip around your waist tightens, palm sliding to the middle of your back. “Should have been you taking my knot under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess.”

The Alphas scent sours, wrinkling down his forehead the more he thinks about it. He couldn’t claim your mother had deceived him for carrying your scent on her garments without proof. What’s done is done and when he came down from the aphrodisiac high of wolfsbane to see your mother sprawled on his chest; a mating mark freshly opened, Johnny immediately knew he’d made a mistake.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.” His teeth snap, pulling you in close for your hands to cup his chest. “I’d never allow for that.” No. Not when you should be his mate instead of her.

“Is she lying? About marrying me off?” You ask, frowning at the thought of having to share small intimate moments with any Alpha other than the one shaking his head above you, swooping down to kiss against your temple.

“For the pack..” he mumbles against your skin, littering kisses down to your jaw. “We have to do this for the pack.”

“Why me?” Tears well up behind your eyes, circling around the Alphas waist to feel closer, seeking comfort from his warm touch. “I want to stay with you forever.”

“And you will,” tilting your head back, he stares into the wet gleam coating your gaze, grazing against your pouted lips. “I have a plan.”

#asks #WIP #probably not a WIP… #but never say never! #if I wrote something like this it’d be in parts(series) and very slow updates #jeno hard hours #johnny hard hours

[mamirhodessxox]

The Great Gatsby Incorrect Quotes #1

Jordan: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-

Nick: *blushes* What are your thoughts?

Jordan: The fourth sentence-

Nick: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-

Jordan: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

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Y/N: I can't believe you've done this.....

Gatsby: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Y/N, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

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Nick: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Murderer: Any last words?

Jordan: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

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Jordan: I have a bad feeling about this, guys.

Y/N: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine.

Gatsby: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?

Jordan, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

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Nick: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Gatsby: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Nick: So you’re dating Y/N?

Gatsby: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Nick: That’s literally a wedding ring.

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Gatsby: You don't know anything about me!

Nick: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

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Gatsby: Say no to drugs.

Nick: Say yes to drugs.

Jordan: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

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Nick: Why are you drinking?

Gatsby: I drink when I'm depressed.

Nick: But you're always drinking?

Gatsby: *smug grin*

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Nick: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Tom: What changed your mind?

Nick: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

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*Gatsby comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Y/N’s bedroom.*

Y/N: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Gatsby: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Gatsby: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*

Y/N: ...

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Nick: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Gatsby: You’re too young to have enemies.

Nick: You don’t even know.

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Tom: *sneaking in through their window*

Y/N: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Tom: I was with Daisy?

Daisy: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

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Nick: Tom has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them.

Daisy: That can't be true!

Nick: Watch this.

Nick: Hey Tom, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Tom: *Throws themself out a window*

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Tom: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Nick: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Tom: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Nick: Somehow that's worse.

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Tom: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.

Y/N: They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don’t overuse that excuse.

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Y/N: Come on, Nick. Nobody actually believes that Gatsby is in love with me.

Nick, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Gatsby is helplessly in love with Y/N

*Everyone raises their hand*

Y/N: Gatsby, put your hand down.

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Daisy: What did Tom do this time?

Nick: More like WHO did Tom do this time?

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Gatsby: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Y/N: Yes?

Gatsby: We’re in too deep.

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[ladyinred2248]

The Offering, Finan x Luna, Part 6

Warnings: Mature. Violence. Minors DNI.

Summary: Haestan and Bloodhair march to Saltwic to retrieve Luna. Setting is Season 3, Ep. 7.

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Days turned into weeks, and then over a month had passed - but there was no sign of Uhtred or Sihtric. Finan worried for his Lord - but he trusted that he would return any day now. He grew more impatient by the day, particularly because he wanted to finally ask Luna to marry him, and wanted Uhtred’s blessing, even if he didn’t truly need it. He had secretly gone to Aethelflaed’s silversmith, trading his longest held belonging, a ring given to him by his mother, and instructed the silversmith to fashion it into a lady’s wedding band. He sent word for Father Beocca with a request for him to travel to Saltwic to conduct the ceremony, pending Uhtred’s arrival of course. He had planned to ask Luna in the coming days, and could hardly contain his happiness.

Finan and Luna had spent their days thus far hunting in the woods outside of Saltwic, cooking and storing food, and late mornings spent in bed. Finan had achieved a calmness that he hadn’t yet experienced in his life. They had begun practicing swordskill together to keep their skills sharp.

“So, Lord,” Luna shouted as she lunged at Finan with her wooden staff swiftly over and over, Finan almost struggling to block her harsh blows with his shield and staff. “Why do they call you Finan the Agile?” She asked with a smirk as if she didn’t already know the answer.

Luna got close to knocking him into submission and believed that she had him until he quickly lunged to the side of her. When she turned to block he grabbed her arm, bestowing her upon the ground as gently as possible, bringing his wooden staff to her neck. “Because I dance around my enemies, love. I dance and I kill.” He smirked, then held out his hand to her to help her up.

“Real swords next time,” she said with a smile as she stepped up from her knee using Finan’s help.

“You’ll surely kick my arse then,” he replied, “You give me a challenge, woman.”

Luna smiled as she wiped sweat from her forehead.

“Shall we go to the river and wash?” She asked.

“Of course, little lady.” Finan replied, “I’ll fetch us some clean clothing. I’ll meet you down there!” He said as he jogged inside to the estate.

“Alright, Lord.” Luna replied as she walked out of the gates in short strides, taking her time as she admired the horizon.

As she got to the river, she felt it was calmer than it usually had been, but her heart raced as she looked around at her abnormally quiet surroundings. Something felt off.

She looked back toward the estate, waiting to see if Finan was following behind her yet, but he wasn’t yet in view. Her normal routine would be to throw off her clothes and jump right in to adjust to the chill temperature as quickly as possible, but something told her that she had become complacent with journeying out alone as she stood there, double taking her surroundings as she began to feel a twisting sensation in her gut.

“I’m coming, lady,” Finan shouted from yards away still, then observed Luna’s abnormal stance in the distance. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Finan, I… I don’t know, I feel strange.” She shouted back. 

“Probably because I beat you at swordskill this time.” He shouted jokingly with his Irish accent, still yards away from her but coming closer.

Luna took a deep breath and started walking towards him, her arms crossed and her mind uneasy.  Why do I feel so disturbed right now? She thought. 

As soon as she began to quicken her pace back towards him, an arrow shot through the air and hit Finan’s shoulder, knocking him down in an instant, yelling in pain as he hit the ground.

“Finan!!!” Luna screamed as she began to run towards him. Several of Haestan’s men had come out of the trees and surrounded her, and she drew her sword to try and ward them off but she was outnumbered. She watched as more of the Danes rushed toward Finan. She witnessed him jolt himself up, ripping the arrow out of his arm brutally as he drew his sword, attacking the Danes with brutal force but was outnumbered as well.

Luna was knocked unconscious before she could witness any more of the turmoil.

As dusk arrived, Aethelflaed became extremely worried when she didn’t see or hear from Finan and Luna since the morning. She rushed to grab Osferth and her guards and they conducted a search throughout the estate and surrounding grounds.

“This can’t be right,” Aethelflaed said to Osferth. “Something is very wrong. They wouldn’t just leave.”

“We must pray for their safe return lady, I’m sure they camped out in the forest or something.” Osferth replied as calmly as he could, worried  nearly to death.

“We must go farther, we must find them,” Aethelflaed continued.

“Lady, we cannot. You seem intent on putting yourself in more danger.” Steapa shouted to her as he approached them on his horse.

“Steapa, it’s the Danes, I know it. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t try to help them. Gather the men.” 

“Yes, lady.”  Steapa replied and then nudged his horse to head back to the estate.

Luna could hear voices before she opened her eyes, particularly that of Finan’s, and he sounded furious. She opened her eyes to see him shirtless, blood gushing from the shoulder that had been shot with the arrow, both of his arms outstretched in separate ropes, each one tied to a separate tree as he stood there with Haestan in front of him chuckling, holding his sword. Luna felt that it had to be her worst nightmare. 

“The Dane Slayer’s right hand!” Haestan exclaimed boisterously as the rest of the Danes watched. “Not so valiant now, are you?”

Finan spat on Haestan’s face before speaking. “I will kill you, you fat bastard. I will have your head and your balls.”

Haestan angrily wiped the spit from his beard as his mood shifted, then gave Finan a punch to the face. Finan chuckled, spitting blood to the ground. “You hit like a woman.” Finan said to him. Haestan glared at him, then turned to look over at Luna. Finan struggled, pulling at the ties on his arms, anxiously fidgeting to no avail as he saw that she was awake. Luna caught Haestan’s eye contact as he walked over to her. She had been leaning against a tree, hands and feet bound.

“Shall I kill the Irishman now? And claim you as my wife?” Haestan asked her.

Luna stared at him, her eyes filling with angry tears as she looked at Finan. Finan nodded to her, hoping she would play along and not reveal too much.

She took a deep breath. “I am not his woman.” She replied. “But Uhtred will come, and he will kill you for this.” She continued as she glared at him.

“You are lying, wench.” Haestan replied as he grabbed Luna by the throat and stood her from the ground, holding her against the tree. Suddenly, Luna wrapped her bound hands around the back of his head to pull it down, and knee’d him hard right in the face.

“You bitch!!!” Haestan snarled as he threw her to the ground, holding his face. 

Bloodhair came over to them, looking at Haestan and slightly chuckling at the bloodied nose and lip that Luna gave him. Finan watched Luna intently as she sat up from the ground, shaking his head and praying to God that somehow he could free his hands and end Haestan’s life for laying his hands on her.

“I think you should rest, my friend. It’s been a long journey.” Bloodhair said to Haestan. Haestan looked at Finan and Luna once more. “It won’t be long, Irishman. Your woman will be my whore, and then… I will kill her.” He said as he walked away. Finan had the most miserable reenactment in his head of his dark past.

Luna pleaded with Bloodhair. “Please, Sigurd, you know me! You knew my father, please! You can’t stand by and let this happen!.”

He looked at her with sympathy. “It will be easier if you yield, lady. And perhaps he will spare your man.” He replied, and then walked away from her.

Meanwhile, Aethelflaed had gathered her men along with Steapa and Osferth as they prepared to journey deep into the woods in search of Finan and Luna. Just as they were about to head out, Father Beocca and Father Pyrlig reached the gates at Saltwic.

“Hello, lady! Wonderful to see you all!” Beocca said cheerfully. His face grew grim as he saw the scene before him. “Has something happened?” He inquired. 

“Finan and Luna have been captured by the Danes.” Aethelflaed replied. “My command is to search the forest, the Danes can’t be too far.”

Beocca looked at her in shock. “Finan had sent for me. We will join you. Come, let us make haste!”  Beocca said as he kicked his horse into motion, Aethelflaed and her men following.

It was nighttime now, the fire of the Dane’s camp providing the only light for Finan to keep his eyes on Luna as she lay on the ground asleep, still tied and unable to escape. His body was so defeated that he felt he could drift off to sleep regardless of being tied up in a standing position, but his mind wouldn’t let him as he kept watch on her. The Danes were all in their respective tents, except for Bloodhair, who had been keeping watch but had drifted to sleep as he sat by the fire.

Finan heard leaves crunching in the distance. He turned to look in both directions, but saw nothing. Eventually, Beocca came out from the darkness and although it startled him, Finan let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh sweet Jesus, Beocca…” Finan whispered.

“Perhaps the devil will not take you after all,” Beocca whispered back to Finan with a smile as he took a dagger to the ropes binding his arms, setting him free.

“Go,” Beocca said as he handed the dagger to Finan and gestured to Luna.

“How did you find us?” Finan asked quietly.

“Aethelflaed.” Beocca smiled. “Now go, quickly!” 

Finan quietly came over to Luna, put his hand on her arm and startled her awake. “Shh,” he motioned as she looked away watching for Bloodhair, who remained asleep as Finan took the dagger to the ropes binding her hands and feet.

As soon as she was free, he picked her up in his arms and followed Beocca into the forest quickly. 

Beocca, Finan, and Luna joined Aethelflaed and her men, who were only a quarter of a mile away. 

“Thank God!!!” Aethelflaed said as they approached.

“Lady, you must go. It’s not safe for you here.” Finan said to Aethelflaed. Steapa came down from his horse and walked it over to Finan. “Take the women back to the estate,” he ordered Finan.

“God no,” Finan replied, “I must stay to fight. I am going to kill him.”

“Finan, please, you are very seriously injured. Take Luna back to the estate. I will follow. Please.” Aethelflaed pleaded.

Finan sighed and then nodded to her. He helped Luna onto Steapa’s horse and mounted behind her.

Aethelflaed ordered her guards to descend upon the Dane’s camp as they road back to the estate.

Luna had been in slight shock since they had been taken, sighing in relief as she leaned back against Finan, who held his arms tightly around her waist as they rode back.

Aethelflaed, Finan, and Luna entered the gates at Saltwic as dawn quickly approached, and as soon as Finan felt that they were back in safe grounds he dismounted his horse, taking Luna’s hand and helping her down as well.

The journey back had been quiet and dark. Aethelflaed dismounted as well, walking over to Finan as she looked at his shoulder, secretly admiring how the warrior looked without a tunic. As she got closer, the concern in her eyes grew stronger.

“Finan, you are very pale. You have lost a lot of blood. We need to get you inside.” Aethelflaed said and then gestured to her guards to come over to help him. “Quickly!” She commanded them.

“I am fine, lady.” He replied as he took Luna in his arms, holding her in a tight embrace, unwilling to let her go. 

“Please my love, we need to get you inside,” Luna said as she cupped his face. “I’m right here, everything is okay now.” 

Just as soon as Luna finished her sentence, Finan collapsed, Aethelflaed’s guards rushing to catch him.

“Take him inside, quickly!” Aethelflaed commanded them. The guards swiftly carried Finan inside to his bed, Luna trying vigorously to wake him.

Aethelflaed and Luna began gathering supplies, commanding the lady’s servants to fetch them alcohol and bandages. As Aethelflaed began to pour alcohol over Finan’s shoulder wound, he suddenly woke with a yelp of pain.

“Ahh, holy Christ,” he muttered as he sat up in bed.

“Relax my love, you’re okay!” Luna said to him as she began to inspect the wound as they cleared the blood. “It needs to be stitched up. I can do it.” She muttered to Aethelflaed. The lady nodded back to her then left the room to gather more equipment.

“I have failed.” Finan whispered to Luna as she sat next to him on the bed. “I couldn’t protect you.”

“Haestan is a coward. He took you by surprise, with 50 men at his side. Your presence is what gave me strength to knee him in the face.” Luna said and then chuckled.

He smiled at her, still looking pale and extremely fatigued. “I love you.” He whispered to her. Luna grabbed the back his neck, placing a firm kiss to his forehead. “I love you too.” She whispered back.

Aethelflaed brought a needle and thread for Luna to stitch his wound, and Finan held no contest even though he wanted to.

“Don’t be stubborn, Lord.” Luna said to him as she stitched his wound.

“Yes, lady.” He replied sternly in his Irish brogue, wincing at the pain.

Aethelflaed’s men had annihilated Haestan’s troop of Danes that early morning. Steapa arrived back to the estate on his horse near noon to bring Aethelflaed news of the conquest.

“Lady, the Danes have retreated. Unfortunately, the commanders were out of reach.” He said to her.

Aethelflaed sighed. “At least we accomplished what we set out for. Thank you, Steapa.”

“Can I come in, Lady? To check on them?” Steapa asked. “You may.” She replied, and gestured him inside.

Steapa walked inside the hall, up the stairs to Finan and Luna’s chamber. The door was cracked open, he pushed on it slowly to remain quiet as he peeked in. Luna and Finan were asleep now in each other's arms, and Steapa gazed at his torso, taking note of Finan’s deep breaths as his stomach rose and fell. Steapa smiled as he left. Stubborn Irishman, Steapa thought.

Finan spent the week in recovery, Luna attending to his dressings and making sure that she saw no signs of infection. She gave offerings to the Gods day and night, praying for his recovery. She was extra affectionate towards him as she knew he felt like he had failed her, and made sure to assure him every time he mentioned it. In her mind, he had never failed. He had given her everything and more. When she was away, he would reach in his pocket and fondle the ring that Aethelflaed’s silversmith had made for him to give to her. Soon, he thought.

Finan began to feel better by each passing day, praying that Uhtred would return. On one particular morning, Finan had resumed his antics, playing games with Uhtred’s men in Aethelflaed’s hall. Luna had been chatting with Aethelflaed outside. Osferth sat with the men, leaned over in a chair, still in slight pain from the wounds he had acquired before their arrival to Saltwic.

“I need Ale, slave.” Osferth joked as Finan passed him.

“Here,” Finan muttered as he handed him a mug. Finan suddenly heard stirring outside, and walked over to the window, seeing Uhtred arrive on his horse.

“What is it?” Osferth asked.

“You mean, who is it?” Finan replied as a smile graced his face. “Osferth.” Finan said to him as he walked past him toward the door.

Uhtred suddenly walked into the hall, gazing at the surroundings.

“You’re back.” Finan said as they came closer.

“I’m back.” Uhtred answered as they both laughed.

“That’s good,” Finan replied as they embraced one another with a firm pat and hug.

“I’m back,” Uhtred said again, looking to Finan with joy, clutching his shoulder. “Sihtric?” Uhtred asked.

“Uh, gone. Long gone and um, with the prisoners, Lord.” Finan replied.

Uhtred blinked, giving a small nod and patted Finan’s cheek.

“Good journey then?” Finan asked.

“It was. I know what I must do now.” Uhtred replied. 

Uhtred walked around until he came close to Osferth. 

“Osferth?” Uhtred said as he walked closer to him. “You’re still alive?”

“Of course,” Osferth replied as Uhtred hugged him. 

Aethelflaed and Luna walked in at that moment, Uhtred and Aethelflaed sharing a glance of desire at one another. Uhtred turned to sit at the table. 

Luna walked around Aethelflaed, nodding to Uhtred with a smile.

“Come here, lady,” Uhtred said as he grabbed Luna’s hand, gesturing her over to him. “I assume you have been well?” He said as he stood from the table again, giving her a hug. “Yes, lord, well… much has happened while you were away. But the lady took good care of us.” Luna replied.

“Lord, that is an understatement. We must talk.” Finan said as he walked to the table and sat down next to Uhtred. Uhtred sighed as Aethelflaed handed him a mug of ale.

Tags: @alexagirlie @gemini-mama @persephones-journey @bhxrdy @blkflowergrl @king-alfred

#finan the agile #finan tlk fanfic #tlk fanfic #tlk fandom #the last kingdom #finan tlk

[madam-kumo]

Le Cercueil de Verre

(Yandere Vil x Female Reader)

A fanfic version of the original Snow White stories

Clack

Vil's heels stepped into the large room. He walked past the forgotten and unused gifts he had so gratefully gifted her and the makeup that had long since expired. He dare not throw them away, his dear lover had used it at one point long ago. His blonde lock gently hid the side of his face; it hid his loving smile and heart eyes.

Once he reached the corner of the room, he gently slid his hand over the cold glass. Vil watched as your eyes continued to stay hidden behind your caked lids. The flowers in your resting hands had long since died against your chest but he dare not disturb your before the time has come for him to. Soft puffs appeared on the glass as your chest slowly raised up and down.

Vil felt that he should never hide you in the dark ground and let you be scared of the pitch black void of dirt. You were too beautiful for him to even imagine putting you in the ground like some forgotten pair of shoes in his closet.

Your white dress lay gently across your body like an ocean over land and your jeweled necklace and rings gleamed in the candle light. Vil always felt a rush of pride flow over him anytime he saw the lovely wedding ring on your finger. Oh, how he wished he could hold your hand so you could see his own matching ring. The comb he had specially made for you with his own two hands spiked into your hair like an elegant crown and the corset -he had stringed so tightly that you could almost see every bone in your torso- had not even a singly thread popping out of the expensive lace.

Nearby, a shining bitten into apple lay in a glass box, surrounded by golden accents. Vil treated it like a trophy, after all, it was the objects that brought you to where you are now. Due to it's magical creation, it would never rot and would continue to glimmer like the sun in it's proper place, to gaze upon like a statue.

"Ah~ my love, how I can't wait for you to awaken so we can start anew. I know you'll be upset that I have made you sleep for so long, I just needed some more time" Vil smiled as he rested his head on the glass coffin. He traced your face into the glass with his finger tips as he imagined the life you two would enjoy once you had waken up from your long slumber and allowed him to treat you like his queen. His smile widened just thinking about it.

He continued to continue the mind pictures of you two having a family, living in peace and quiet, and-

The box started to shake.

Vil lifted his head up to look down at your form in his silent but alarmed form. His violet eyes lit up as he saw your face scrunching up and slowly, your eyes opened. "Guards!" He said in a hurry as men with armor appeared at his side in mere moments. "Yes sir!" The guards said as Vil stood up, trying his best to keep himself from acting like a child high on sugar. "Get this case off of your queen, Immediately!" He cried as the guards dashed to hurriedly but carefully lift the heavy box from your form and set it to the side of you.

You lift yourself up as you look around. Your eyes widen as your body starts to sweat. "V-Vil..." You stutter as you try to pick yourself up but find you are too fatigued to do so; your body hasn't been moving for years after all. You hugged yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Everything felt heavy in your gut as you started to shake and your lip quivered; the guards surrounding you two were two much. It was as if they were just as twisted as he was for letting this happen to you.

Tears fell from your face as Vil's eyes softened as he brushed his soft fingers over your cheek to wipe away the river flowing from your eyes. You started to breathe heavier as Vil wrapped his arms around you.

"I know it's a lot to take in right now but-" He looked into your eyes. "you will forever be my queen and I will finally have my happily ever after"

#Vil x Reader #Vil Schoenheit #TWST x reader #Twisted Wonderland

[redheadspark]

Hope

Summary: Azriel has doubt of his empending fatherhood, given what his rough childhood was like. His mate, however, gives him some light and hope.

Warnings: Just a mix of Angst and Fluff

A/N: Another oneshot with our batboy and his thoughts of being a dad!

You never knew your baby shower was going to be as joyful as it was.

The sun rays were pouring into the small little apartment that warm summer afternoon, yet the cool Velaris breeze was making the heat less painful as your apartment was filled with the members of the Inner Circle and some of your closer friends.  Various balloons of all shapes and sizes and in shades of greens and golds, bountiful snacks and food were present along the long dining table that also had endless flowing glasses of wine and champagne.  Laughter and light conversation was heard throughout your home as you were perched at your own armchair, one hand holding a cup of ice cold water and the other resting on the top of your 7 month pregnant belly.

Watching your own baby shower unfold in front of you.

Both High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre wanted to throw the shower at The River House, but you persuaded them to have it at your own home since only the Inner Circle and a few others would be in attendance.  They then opted to have the entire party planned without either you or your mate contributing.  Elaine brought all the flower arrangements and pastries as her gift, the whole home filled the scents of wildflower and daffodils, which blended in with the aroma of pastries and cookies that were to die for. Nesta and her mate Cassian helped rearrange the home for the party, Nesta making sure you always had water close by and not walking around too much since you were now waddling this late in your pregnancy. 

She literally ran the entire shower, being your best friend and the Godmother of your future child. 

Going into the third hour of the party, you were spent and perched in your armchair as Elaine walked over to give you a warm smile and one of her cookies on a plate.  You were in a light green dress, showing your belly perfectly with the silhouette and your hair in a high messy bun, light make up was worn and your wedding ring glistened on your left ring finger.

“I came to check on the lady of the hour,” She explained, you smiling at her as you took a long drink from yoru water, “How are you feeling?”

“Happy,” You replied in a shrug, “A bit tired since my little one is already making me sit more than walk, but I’m happy.  You all did so much for us, I can’t ever thank you all enough,”

“It’s our honor,” Elaine replied in her dream-like tone, patting your arm gently with her nimble fingers as she gestured to the others in the room whom were chatting with one another, “We’re all glad for you and your family,”

Rhysand was talking with Feryre, of course smiling at her as if she hung the moon with her own kind eyes.  Feyre was grinning widely, laughing at something her husband and mate said as he grinned back just from making her smile.  Armen was nibbling a bit at the snacks not he dining room table, golden her own glass tightly in her grip but looking content.  Nesta and Cassian were chatting with little Nyx, Cassian hoisted him on his shoulders and was making him giggle in delight as Nesta was grinning with a smirk, seeing that twinkling in his eyes as Nyx was pulling at Cassian's medium length hair.  

But there was one person missing, and you just noticed not too long ago.

“Where is your husband?” Elaine asked, making you look around as well with the same question in your own head. It made your worry, scanning the room and not seeing any signs of him.  He was there when the party started, just as excited as you were when the others showed up at your doorsteps with presents and other decorations.   But as the party went on, you lost track of him.  You didn’t mean to, the ladies were all coddling over you and they were doting on your every beck and call. Yet now….now he was nowhere to be soon. 

“Perhaps it was all too much for him, you know how he is,” Elaine tried to reason with you since she saw the look of concern on your face, “We can be a rambunctious bunch and…..what are you doing?”

“I’m going to walk around for a bit,” You said as you hosted herself up on your feet, letting yourself being centered from your gravity already being altered thanks to your belly.  Elaine shot up, thinking she was going to help you, but you caught yourself and gave her a small smile, “Some fresh air will do me some good.  I’ll only be a moment,”

“Alright, just don’t be too long since we’re going to open presents soon,” Elaine explained as you walked away from her, mostly waddled.  You had some inkling as to where he would be, yet you said nothing as you moved out of the living room and into the calmer hallway.  The others weren’t paying attention, which was perfect since the last thing you wanted was them to fuss over you.  You would rather find your mate, your bond softly calling to you giving you the sense of worry.

Not from you, from him.

You walked to the end of the hallway, seeing one door open slightly and a small hint of light coming from inside.  Pausing, you looked back one more time to make sure no one was following you. Moving with your hand, you pushed open the door into the dimly lit room, peering inside and feeling your heart sweet from the sight in front of you.

It was the nursery, already made up and ready for the baby.  You remembered finishing it one week ago, getting the right color for the wall and the perfect furniture that would be used completely.  The light brown wood on the dresser and on the crib, the crisp white linen of the blankets and sheets, and even some smaller wooden toys that were gifts already packed away in a wooden box box and ready for your little one to indulge in. But it was the being the was perched over the crib, reaching down to take a small stuffed teddy bear that was perched in the corner of the crib. 

You knew this being far too well, not just from the massive wings that were tucked behind him and his dark locks, but the strong arms that would hold you close and yet be gentle, his scarred hands that held so much grief from his past but only  brought joy to you, and the stiff stance that was always present whether he was on the job or not.

Your mate.  The Spymaster himself: Azriel.

“Hello you,” You said in a soft tone.  Azriel moving so quick his shadows had to catch up behind him.  He held the bear in one of his hands, the scars along his skin being a contrast to the soft texture of the bear’s fur.  Even in the more casual attire he wanted to wear to the party with his hair pushed to the side to show his eyes, you could see he wasn’t himself.  That he was lost in his own mind, making you walk into the room and close it behind you.  The noises of the party drifted away as Azriel looked at you then in concern, placing the bear back in the crib before making his way over to you.

“Are you alright?  Is it the baby?  Come, come sit—“ he started to rambling, reaching to take your hand in his.  The rocking chair, a gift from Mor, was perched in the corner next to the crib, Azriel was attempting to take you over there.  But you stood your grounded shook your head, lacing your fingers together and kissing the back of it as you locked eyes with Azriel.

“I’m perfectly fine,” You hummed in reply, “But I fear as though my own mate is not,”

Azriel said nothing as you walked over a bit more, scanning his eyes as you reached up with your other hand to cup his cheek.  You didn’t want to say it, but you sensed it already from the moment you walked into the room.  Long before you two were married, you and Azriel grew to know each other very well from the inside out. You both were friends long before you fell in love, let alone realizing you were mates.  He considered you his better half, the half that was missing most of his life.  Up until you came into the picture, Azriel mostly had to rely on his own, sometimes he would rely on Cassian and Rhysand.  But most of the time, he was a solo Spymaster.

That changed when you stumbled into his life and shook it up.

“What’s going on, honey?” You asked calmly, feeling him taking in a slow exhale as you both reached each other eyes, “Is it the party?”

“Not at all,” he answered, giving you a reassuring grin, “I quite enjoyed the party,”

“It seems that way, that’s why you’re hiding out here in our baby’s nursery,” You teased lightly, seeing him give a small chuckle and look down at your belly that is between the pair of you.  You watched him, not wishing to take your eyes off of him for a moment.  He moved your laced hands, taking his hand from yours to place on top of your belly to feel your tight yet soft skin under the dress you were wearing.  HIs hand nearly covered the while belly, almost in a protective manner while he was thinking of what to tell you.

“Az, it’s just me,” You reminded him gently, seeing his eyes on your belly with his hand there as you took another step towards him, “Nothing else matters to me than you and what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours,”

He bit his lower lip for a moment, you could see and almost feel those inner walls that were up starting to fall.  You could wait all day if you could just to hear what was on his heart, you were one of the fear few that have the privilege of see all of Azriel, both the good and the bad.  Cassian and Rhysand were the firsts since they grew up together, then it was Mor because they were close.

The last one was you.

“I know we are prepared to have our child within a month’s time,” Azriel explained his voice sounding so soft as he was expressing this to you, “And I can’t wait to have our child here.  My own thoughts, however, are occupied with the notion of me….not being a good enough father.”

Perhaps he heard your heart breaking within your bound, not to mention how big your eyes got as you stood so still in front of him.  To think of Axriel having doubts of being a father, even before your child was born, it made your feel so sad and almost broken from the inside and out.  You always saw the best within him, even in the moments when he had doubt or negative thoughts that would fester his mind.  Yet you saw the goodness and the gift of pure light inside of him, long before you two first got together as a couple and as mates.  Bringing him out of that shell that you knew he had over him was hard at time, but it was all worth it to see all the side of Azriel open and free.

“Azriel,” You said in a low tone, moving your other hand to cradle his face to have him look at him as he was still shifting a bit on his feet, “Please look at me, please?”

He poured his eyes into you, having you give him a small smile as you touched the back of his neck near the small hairs there, a gesture of comfort you loved to give him.

“You are going to be an amazing father,” You promised him as his hands rested on your hips, “I know deep down you will be.  Our baby is already beyond lucky to have you as father,…but it saddens me to think that—“

“Wait,” He said, seeing you getting a bit worked up from hearing this from him.  He moved you, carefully and softly, over to the rocking chair as you kept your eyes on him, “Come sit before you get worked up, honey,”

You moved, feeling him lower you to the chair as he sighed and knelt down in front of you, searching your eyes to see you give him a stare of disbelief and pain.  He kissed both of your hands carefully and with love, keeping your laced hands on your lap as he gazed lovingly and longingly at his mate.

“Don’t think for one moment I’m not excited for our child,” He said to you calmly, you sniffing and nodding your head, “I am beyond excited.  Ever since you told me you were with child, it’s been the main subject on my mind for months.  This is good, and this is what I’ve wanted with you, especially with you,” 

“Okay,” You hummed, showing you were following.

“I’m merely worried about how good of a father I will be, if I’ll do a good enough job as a father,” Azriel explained, his eyes looking down at your belly again to make you see the wheels turning in his mind, “If I’ll be anything like…”

You knew who he was talking about.  His own childhood was cruel and vicious: his step mother and step brothers were nothing but horrible to him and kept him away from his mother.  HIs father was not as much help to the torment he went through, including his step brother giving him the scars along his hands.  Thankfully, after being dumbed as a Illryian training camp when he was still a boy, Rhysand, his mother, and Cassian took him and brought him some love that he missed.  Yet that childhood was a scar along his backside, deep and jarring like a dull pain he would feel every once in awhile.  Maybe he was thinking he would never let that be shown with you when you two became mates.

And now, with a baby on the way.

“Like your father,” You ended for him, seeing him nod his head slowly as you grimaced, “I can tell you for certain you are not like your father.  There is so much goodness in you, it outweighs all that you went through as a child.  When I see you with Nyx, I see someone who is happy, beyond happy, and someone who loves his nephew with all his heart and soul.  I know deep down you’ll be the very same with our own child,” 

Azriel was drinking in all you were telling him, still looking a bit unconvinced for a moment as you both were watching one another while the party was still going on without the guests of honor.  

“You can’t let the past keep haunting you, Az.  Not when I know your future is so bright and waiting for you,” You reminded him, seeing him give you a reassuring smile, “I know the past can hurt, especially yours that brought you nothing but pain and darkness.  But I don’t see pain and darkness with the Illryian in front of me, with my best friend and mate.  You know what I see?”

He watched, waiting on bated breath for you as you grinned widely, not even hiding the singular tear down your cheek from the emotional wave of love that came in you.

“I see hope,” you whispered with confidence, “Hope that anyone can conquer the tallest of mountains and the deepest of raveens, and you have done that.  Your family can see that, I see that, and our little one is going to see and learn what it means to have hope.  Okay?”

Azriel nodded, leaning up to kiss you and melt into your arms.  You hummed against his lips, arms around his neck while his own arms were around your hips and along your stomach.  He was your safe space, from the moment you two met and became close you found peace in his presence.  It took you some time to figure out that you were his, seeing his calm demeanor come out when you two spoke or were around one another.  He felt at ease with you, something he confessed he never had with another for centuries.  

So for you two to bringing a child into the world seemed like the last piece you both needed to be feel full and connected as one.  There was no doubt in your mind that Azriel was going to be an excellent father to this child, or any others you might have in the future.  Maybe you would have one more, or perhaps two to three.  But for now, your one child was all you both could ever dream or wish for.

“Of all the beings to be mated to, to have a child with, I am profoundly lucky to have you to share my life with,” Azriel hummed against your lips, making you grin as he kept talking, “And our daughter is lucky too,”

You chuckled as you pulled away from his chasing lips, raising an eyebrow at him, “You’re still convinced we’re having a girl?”

“I know we are,” He replied in confident, rubbing the top of your belly with his fingertips.  As if on contact and on cue, the baby kicked hard against his touch.  You both looked in shock, Azriel grinned widely and pointing to the same spot where your baby kicked, “Our daughter agrees.”

The nursery door knocked, you both looked to see it was Elaine poking her head in.  She was grinning from the site, You perched at the rocking chair and Azriel kneeling in front of you with his hands caressing your stomach.

“I thought I would find the pair of you in here!” She said in a light manner, “Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” Azriel replied to her calmly, his smile was back on his face and the feelings of fear and hesitance were gone now, “We just needed a break together.”

“That’s what I told the others!” Elaine hummed in agreement, “But Mor wants to have you two open the presents.  Maybe.... maybe we can do it in here since you’re already sitting and comfortable,” 

Before you could protest, Azriel got up from his spot in front of you, smoothing out his shirt and pants, “That’s a wonderful idea, Elaine.  Let’s get the boys to bring the presents in here, and some water for my mate, if you don’t mind please,” 

“Already on it!” Elaine was already out the door before you could protest.  Azriel beamed at you when it was just the pair of you again, leaning over to kiss your cheek and run his fingers over your belly one more time.  You felt it though his bond that all was well again, that his mind was back to the present and not with uneasiness or uncertainty.  

“You just sit here and look ravishing as I get the presents,” He hummed against your cheek, you nuzzling into him for a brief moment before he looked at you in the eyes again.  You even saw the change in his hazel eyes, the look of love and happiness was back as they should be, and your heart was full to see Azriel back to his normal self again.  

“I love you,” you said to him in breath.

“I love you more,” he vowed, kissing your head and moving out of the room within moment.  You leaned back in your chair, letting the moment of love and peace fill the room one again.  Drinking in the notion that your family will grow from two to three within a month, the moments of having Azriel all to yourself would be out the window.  But that didn’t feel you with dread, mostly with joy and the never ending sensation of hope that your family will always be filled with what Azriel never had.

Pure love.

And two months later, Azriel was perched in the very rocking chair with your infant daughter named Hope swaddled in his arms. He sang her an old lullaby, her dark hair seen and her nose from her father evident against the green blanket.  Azriel’s heart was beyond full and overflowing, never seeing anything else just as beautiful apart from his mate.  

The End.

#azriel x female reader #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #azrield shadowsinger x you #fanfiction #writing #azriel acotar #acotar fandom #acomaf fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acowar #acomaf #acotar #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses

[winterdeepelegy]

Prompt #6 - Ring

For all the times she had thought about throwing it away, her wedding ring always ended up tucked away again only to be rediscovered later while looking for something else or while cleaning. Why she continued to keep it remained unknown but it could very well have been the same reason anyone ever held onto anything that no longer served them. Maybe it will one day. She knew that it never would. Her time with Jonathan was long past now and both had taken to their separate paths, driven by separate goals, each to their own path of justice though it caused them to diverge so broadly. Whose justice was more true neither could say, but their respective duties etched their fates. Ciel promised herself that she would have no regrets in their parting of ways but it was exactly this that kept bringing the ring back into her palm time and again. Jonathan went off in search of glory by committing mutiny, but though the Admiral eventually gave him leniency Ciel found that she couldn't quite bring herself to do the same. It wasn't just a ship that he stole that day to confront a Garlean vessel at sea, a ship which ended up destroyed with most of its crew, but her trust as well. It was so close to what should have been their anniversary, and it coincided with The Rising every year which only unsettled her more now that she had the tarnished bauble clasped between her fingers again. It was the perfect time to get away from the cities, away from the fireworks which no longer stoked old memories of the Calamity. The areas surrounding Bronze Lake were a haven at times thanks to the sacred monuments to the Wanderer that marked the area. A ring of stone like an altar, yet filled with water like a fount, bore Oschon's sigil at its center, and this marker glowed at night with no other known source of illumination other than itself. Beyond this in the middle of the lake the Wanderer's Palace ever loomed in its eternal vigil. Here, where even Oschon was said to find respite, she came seeking peace from the "what ifs" for one can never move on if they keep going in circles. She stood there at the edge of the stone ring with the ring cupped in her hands in a gesture of offering and lifted it with her voice. Sleep, my Tarnished Silver Let me dull you once again and let our battle end Sleep, my Snowless Winter Let me warm you once before I go And I'll pretend to know and understand

Sleep, my Fallen Cedar Let me have your weakened pride to hold and join my barren soil Sleep, my Aimless River Let your torrent rest against my shore And leave me what was washed away before

Time's been kind to you, my love As the world had never been Kinder than to me Strange, the things that we regret You wanted me to leave I found enough to give you that

Sleep, my Darkened Chapel Let me kneel before you now, as then, unworthy as I am Sleep, my Flameless Shadow Let me cool the lingering fires of old And carry only ashes in my soul

Sleep, my Tarnished Silver...

She knelt when the last verse drifted from her lips and let the ring slip into the shallow pool. There it would remain unless anyone else chose to claim it for their own reasons, but few offerings suited the Wanderer better than casting off one's inertia.

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#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ff14 #Ciel Sauveterre #lyrics: Tarnished Silver by Heather Dale #Youtube

[inevitablemoment]

Can you tell us more about the OC Martha, that you made for Ray Stantz?

Oh, yes! Very much so!

Now, she kinda popped into my head and she wasn't initially apart of my plans for the Cathleen Lives 'verse, but as I started putting together ideas and outlining the series, the

First, her full name is Martha Genevieve Ryan.

She is first introduced as the nurse at the school that Tiyah was substitute teaching at.

She was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan, but she spent most of her childhood in San Francisco. She moved to New York for college, and lived there for ten years before she met Ray and the guys.

Her faceclaim is Donna Dixon (not just because she and Dan Aykroyd were married, but because I couldn't imagine anyone else as Martha)

No joke, this is how Ray sees her when they first meet.

She wanted to be a doctor, but her father-- whose approval she grew up needing-- convinced her to get a degree in nursing instead. She couldn't find any open nursing jobs in New York hospitals, so she took an open position as a school nurse.

But, in 1983, she made the decision to begin saving to attend medical school with plans on going into internal medicine.

Her medical expertise comes in handy for the Ghostbusters, and she is offered a position as an unofficial medic, occasionally helping with research as well.

She and Ray begin dating shortly after her hiring, and Ray falls head over heels for her.

However, he senses some hesitancy in her when it comes to their relationship.

She confesses to him that she was previously engaged during her college days, but her fiancee died in a car crash when she was taking him to meet her parents. She also confesses that, as she was the one driving the car that day, she feels personally responsible.

Ray is very understanding of her trepidation, and tries his best not to make her feel as if they're moving too quickly for her liking.

After Ray, Egon, Peter, and Winston are taken by the Collectors, Martha becomes an official Ghostbuster along with Janine, Dana, and Tiyah, under Cathleen's leadership.

During those three months, Martha begins being plagued with nightmares, and starts to hear this voice goading her.

She also takes on her new responsibility as a Ghostbuster with a soldier-like attitude. She becomes short with the others, and she shoots her proton stream when a ghost has a civilian hostage.

She is relieved when she is reunited with Ray, but she continues to have nightmares and hear that voice.

She is Ray's date to Winston and Tiyah's wedding in the spring of 1987, but she declines Tiyah's request for her to be a bridesmaid.

During the reception, she has a vision of blood raining down outside.

About a year later, the visions have persisted.

She soon learns that Tiamat has selected her as an emissary/warrior for her.

Under Tiamat's control, she poisons Dana and Egon-- Dana is forced to relive the experience of being possessed by Zuul, and Egon is trapped in a dream world in which Cathleen never lost their first baby.

Martha is able to free herself from Tiamat, but she can't stop her from erasing all but Winston's memories of his marriage to Tiyah.

During her recovery, Martha tells Ray that she has applied to a medical school in Paris, and that she accepted.

She tells him that she knows that everyone-- even him-- will never look at her the same after what she's done and after she kept the visions from him, and that she was wrong to try to rush into a relationship when she obviously hadn't fully grieved her fiancee's death.

They make the decision to break up, and she leaves for Paris as soon as she can.

Ray reveals to Cathleen that he had bought an engagement ring and was planning to propose to Martha, but throws the ring into the Hudson River out of anger.

His break-up with Martha is a cause of depression for Ray for a while, compounded by the fact that all of the lawsuits finally caught up with the Ghostbusters and the business was shut down soon afterward.

It also keeps him from wanting to date-- whether casually or to look for a long-term commitment-- despite his longing to get married and start a family.

Soon after the defeat of Vigo the Carpathian, Cathleen introduces him to Willow Olson.

Ray and Willow marry on Halloween 1990 after a whirlwind courtship.

Martha and Cathleen sporadically communicate, but they eventually fall out of touch.

The last concrete mention of Martha is when she sends a postcard congratulating Cathleen and Egon on the birth of their second daughter, Marie Rae.

#Martha Ryan #OC: Martha Ryan #OC: How Do You Keep Doing This? #Startha #Ray x Martha #Ray Stantz x Martha Ryan #Donna Dixon #Ray Stantz #Dan Aykroyd #Ghostbusters #Cathleen Lives AU #Collectors Arc #Tiamat Arc

[ceadgearst]

lucy in the sky, lucy in the sea

- ceadgearst

Picture yourself in a boat on a river

With tangerine trees and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly

A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

(interlude)

I throw up over the side of the boat

Something stuck in my throat

I wipe the puke off and I reveal a dab

I load it like slab, but then it slipped away

Into the water, oh my dismay

The drums they play

Off somewhere distant

She's looking at me, somewhat suprised

But I can't make sense of her eyes

When will we get off this ride?

I wanna go home

And then she replied "home is where you roam!"

Lucy in the sky, reflects in the sea

Sometimes when she mumbles I swear she's talking to me

Everything is too colorful, so overwhelming

Quelling the ringing that's stuck in my ears

If you were near we could be wed

As they said

But things have changed since when

Lucy in the sky speaks lies that I can't help but not deny

Whisper false nothings in my ear

Nothing new here

Float on beer rivers

and peer now hither

I see the cycle, the birth and the wither

The blaze, the simmer, the ash, all mixture

A fixture they said, a fixture they said

I mumble something dramatic and off tumbles my head

Into a soft cloud of smoke

So did I did toke, I choked on the fumes as they escaped my jaws

The laws of physics feel somewhat demented

I cemented

a fermented

beverage in the bottom of my stomach

and I wondered what would come of it further

The sun fell down with a ferver

From then I decided I would travel no further,

The curvature was apparent, as i can tear it

Like glass wax paper, put it in my pocket for later

It retains the flavor best when its dry

That's why i struggle to jump to the sky

For the clouds leave me drenched in the rain of today

The trees shake their heads as if in dismay

Lucy in the skies,

let me tell you she lies

Those kaleidoscope eyes

can be used to hypnotize

Wise up too often

and awaken in some coffin

Floating down river,

beyond now hither

Do you feel the weather on the sleave of your coat

Do you feel the wither as the smoke enters your throat?

I will nevr gloat but i am annoited once dead

Forget what I've said, I've never been one to think for myself

Although there is wealth

In what remains in my brain after what was drained

The sky reflects the sea and me oh my

Why do we steal eachother's eyes

To surmise how we appear to one another

Call me again if you wish to suffer

I want to lay on the grass oh so green

And look at the sky while it is pristine

Lay in the grass while it lasts

We live on a planet slowly being glassed

#poetry #original poem #poem

[artcalledtattoo]

WhereIB2 Land in Darmstadt Germany Munich for Oktoberfest Yea sucker's Graffenweir, Wurzburg, Heidelberg , Mannheim, Wiesbaden, Hanau, a lunch in Schweinfurt, Koln, Rein Mein River boating on a couple romantic float even the KTown Lest never forget Amsterdam In there somewhere bicycles everywhere Tripping M M canceled the show but graced with Soulfly Why hair colored kool aid? Machines and parts in Alabama Eureka Springs to Elvis’ backyard Back to U.S. leave, Owensboro the deep depp beauty land Kentucky To the grand American mountains of Colorado Fort Carson Trips to California, Pinion Canyon sitting on a rock in nowhere Outings to the field of surrounding areas North west to Oregon saw the steps of The Postman had bite in Portland Austin TX Ink to skin while on tour Hotel behind Colorado Music Hall Albuquerque, New Mexico My work zero flaws on percussion flaw Rocky Mountain Thunder Rally Slippin’ ink in skin leather clad biker babes But I was tattoo working Back to end of trails Oklahoma Back to Phoenix for a wedding Fort Worth TX museums Houston Texas for a time, zoo & butterflies, drive in for HungerGames and grand Egyptian artifacts the lovely interstates that take all day, jelly fish stings in Galveston throwing rings for grand sized teddy bears San Antonio Alamo SeaWorld and River walk NASA Aquarium extravagant parties with oil money Woodlands mall & concerts Table Rock Missouri Some cool caves in Arkansas New Years New Orleans & visit The latter the better with alligator Back to FortWorth for some master Caravaggio Tool & Cooper Restaurant A one night Phoenix trip for birthday Even back to Colorado to Crescent Butte Pikes Peak uno hike at one time Up and down a mountain Lightning crashing down Driving through the Smokey Mountains to North Carolina for a visit but with Washington D.C. again, an ultimate must Even a walk around the White House grounds when headed back a must At Lorraine Motel just for deepening further understandings Still here in Oklahoma Watching happenings commence Just places of some,more with people on a later

#Before 1 the 2 #wordsbymm #writing #words #thoughts #vent #war machine #poetry #all

[saltyrascalsoulroad]

Through the Ages

Elijah Mikealson x oc

Author’s note: I refuse to believe none of the fully grown Mikealson children were not married. Basically me fixing that. 

Klaus’ POV

A raven’s cry pierces the humid air of the compound’s courtyard and I watch my brother wince at the sound. It is the smallest fraction of a second of weakness from the noble Original. Hailey, who was sipping her coffee in the chair across from Elijah, doesn’t even notice and continues with her story. “Jackson has been going on and on about this beignet place that Mary loves. He wants to bring Hope to get her first real beignet, does anyone want to -KRAA! ” Elijah abruptly stands and stalks out of the compound. 

Dumbfounded, Hailey turns to me, “What the hell was that?” she asks.

“Our dear Elijah doesn’t like ravens,” Rebekah responds.

Sliding into the spot Elijah previously occupied, “I would argue he quite loves ravens, sister. They just keep flying away from him” Grinning at Rebekah, who pours herself a coffee and settles beside Hailey. “Little Wolf, I believe it would be in your best interest to let Elijah have his moment. He will be fine tomorrow. ” The wolf nods in response before picking up Hope. I wave at my little girl as she coos at me on her way out. 

“You should not be so cruel to Elijah, you know the pain he feels.” Rebekah leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees, “ We will never understand what Esther took from him, the life he had.” She stops at the sound of dress shoes on the cobblestone. 

“It has been a over a century Rebekah. The squawking disrupted my silence, much like you and Niklaus are.” With that, my brother walks up the stairs into his study. As he passes me, I see that the cuff of his sleeve has been pulled and torn. The look on my sister’s face tells me she saw it too. Regardless, we let him go. There is nothing we can do for him, not for this. As if to mock us, the damned bird release another cry, but this one is different, it’s unnatural. In a moment, my siblings and I are in the street, all looking at the tree the raven had been sitting in. The branch now sat empty, the street below covered in black feathers forming a large Norse rune.  

Elijah POV

A century, I spent a century destroying everything with that symbol. I burned the hut and threw my sword into the nearest river. Yet here it appears, a taunt in front of my home. The first place I called home since the hut so many years ago. Spinning on my heels, I return to the courtyard with Niklaus and Rebekah in tow. Throwing my jacket on a chair, “FREYA! Sister, we need you! ” A crash is heard from Freya’s room and the witch emerges in her pyjamas with her hair every which way. A small brunette slips out behind her, shoes in hand with hair covering her face. “Can I not get 24 uninterrupted hours of peace in this damned family?” 

“Apologies my dear, but there is something you must see,” I practically drag her out the door to the tree. “ While you were having your time off, a raven cried three times and left this for us. No bird could lose this many feathers and fly away. Something is wrong, someone has done this” My grip on her arm tighten with every word. I feel Niklaus’ hand on my arm and I release Freya.  “I’m sorry, Freya, I must go”  Hailey rushes out with Hope in arm, Jackson on her heels. I move away, hearing Hailey ask the meaning of the rune. Niklaus is the one to answer her, “That is the Norse rune for love. You see that the loop within the larger one? That is not suppose to be there, it is unique to one pair of wedding rings. ” Staring at the rune, Hailey asks “Only one pair? Whose?”

“Elijah’s.”

#elijah mikealson #elijah mikealson x oc #originals #TO #TVD #ELIJAH MIKEALSON WIFE AU #au #witch!oc #original!oc #immortal!oc #multichapter

[pertinax--loculos]

Some Snippets

In celebration of hitting 50k (whilst studying! Properly, this semester!) I thought I’d share some of my recent favourite lines from MTG (not in chronological order, cuz I make the rules):

A moment, blinding, as Gunther makes the decision and his future snaps into focus. A plume of fire, crumbling buildings, smoke curling around the ruins of a foundation. Embers and dust and decay drying his ears, choking his eyes, blinding his throat. Narrow, straight and true.

He's gonna tear Mystic River apart looking for Casimir.

And Ethos is going to let him.

*

The floor bucks beneath him and Ethos has to catch himself on the couch. Iron tang across his tongue. Blood and clamour and chaos. He blinks through the taste and the noise dominating his vision and catches a couple of curious looks from Gunther's men. He's not seeing now, he's seeing if except if has just become when and he realises Casimir's made a decision.

The futures of Barnes and his men truncate. Possibilities swept away until all that's left are certain, short lines stretching moments into the future. Minutes at most. Sparks flying desperate into the air, bright hot trails snuffed out by cold air.

There's ringing in his ears, and he's not sure if it's from now or from soon.

*

It's a specific future that sends him over the edge. A couple, maybe in their thirties, man and woman. The woman's quite an accomplished witch, and the man is alchemist. They're more concerned about how their relationship is going to go, though. They're talking about a spring wedding. The man's cancer will kill him in a month.

Ethos tells them platitudes, spilling from his mouth like oil, greasy and thick. They'll love each other forever. For the rest of their lives. He can't bring himself to touch the woman, to see how her future will crack and spiral after she loses the man. He wishes them well with bitter acid coating his tongue and throws back whatever's in the glass in his hand, trying to wash away the sensation.

*

[Kenzie] overcompensates for showing weakness, lifting her chin and slouching a little at the same time, trying to encompass confidence and insouciance at once. "Okay, sure, whatever. But someone did [hurt Ethos], right? And you knew about it?"

Casimir just looks at her. Kenzie sets her jaw and meets his gaze, steadfast and determined. She can play this game with the best of them. When you're used to staring into Ethos's strange and shifting eyes, everything else becomes child's play.

Or it should. But the longer she looks into Casimir's eyes, the less she sees. It's not her vision getting worse. If anything, it's getting better, clearer; like she can see deeper the longer their eyes stay locked. But the deeper she goes the emptier it becomes. She's reminded of the abyss; she sees a coldness and a distance and a lack, and something uncomfortable claws its way across her skin as she imagines that emptiness looking back into her.

She looks away. At the shelves, the bar, the furniture, anything; anything but the indescribable nothing of Casimir's eyes.

*

"Is it hard? Seeing what people are going to do, the mistakes they're going to make, and knowing you can't do anything about it?"

Ethos glances at him before looking down to fit his key into the lock. "Not really. I'm used to that. I can give them some advice, hopefully encourage them to make the better choice, but the future isn't set. Even if they do that something else might go wrong. No, it's not the mistakes or the lost potential that gets to me." He pushes the door open and rubs at the split between his eyebrows. "It's the ones that have no choice."

Casimir steps through the door, but doesn't make a move further into the apartment. "The only constant," he says. "Death."

Ethos drops his hand to look at him. "Right."

They're silent for a moment, still, suspended just across the threshold, Ethos's fingers curled around the edge of the door. His head hurts and his eyes ache and there's a constant, unchanging whine in his ears, but all of it dulls beneath the intensity of Casimir's gaze, the elemental surge and shift of his futures. Everything about him is dialled up to eleven, utterly unrestrained, no holds barred. He wipes Ethos's brain of every other thought and surrounds him with noise and movement that reaches into his mouth, his ears, his nose. Subsuming him, consuming him.

It should be suffocating.

It's not.

#WIP: MTG #original writing #excerpt #writeblr #this is actually going somewhere too #which is exciting #written in the style of The Monstrosity #and it seems to be working #even if i'm only getting about 1.5k a day #plus studying for three hours! #and working 28hrs a week! #life is hard #but i'm stubborn #i guess :D #also this turned out long #but hey i'm having fun with this #so fuck it

[alexeilombardi]

Marry me, Diana

(Fictitious narrative poem)

We meet at the river 

About a half a mile away 

From the trailer park 

I brought

Gas station jerky, Funyuns, two 

Bottles of pineapple Fanta

And a magnet 

You brought fishing wire,

a new pack of smokes 

You stole out of your mom’s purse, 

And a lighter

We split the pack in half 

Ten for you, ten for me 

Smoking and snacking 

We tie the magnet to the fishing wire 

Throw it in the water 

Maybe fish out 

Something special 

Nestled between the 

Rocks and mud

We find about 40 pieces of scrap metal

A few lost keys 

And a ring 

I take the ring and I do a bit where 

I'm on my knee and I ask you to

Marry me, Diana, marry me 

You roll your eyes 

Tell me yes, yes, a thousand times 

Yes 

grabbing Funyun from the plastic

Gas station bag 

and then put it around 

My finger so you can say

Now we’re married, Nancy

Now we’re married so now 

Carry me across the threshold 

And do what you will 

I pick you up swiftly

Your ankles dangling in the air 

As I make the trees into

The walls of a classy 

But, modest two story 

Farmhouse 

I doubt 

You’d wear a pair of denim shorts 

And off brand Walmart sneakers

To your wedding 

or allow your marital bed 

To be a discarded blue 

Tarp over grass and 

Sticks behind two oak trees

but I hope this is better than 

Whatever wedding with whatever

Sad fuck from this town 

That you end up marrying 

I lay you down and you’re ripping off 

My clothes and I think if I didn’t 

Stop you you would have 

Ripped off all my skin 

Hair, nails, muscles 

Until you got down to whatever 

I actually am

dirt is seeping into the holes of the tarp 

And the cicadas have already started

Singing to us 

It’s hot and wet in 

The Louisiana summertime

I can't be bothered to 

Wonder if we’ll be caught 

By the old hicks casting lines 

Hoping to bring home catfish 

When I'm rubbing my head in your neck

reaching my fingers so far inside you 

Until I finally find what I'm looking for 

A bit of your soul that I can call mine forever

Through sickness, until death

#original poem #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #narrative poem #free verse #free verse poem #free verse poetry #lesbian poetry #sapphic poetry #gay poetry

[shadowsintheflame]

i hate that i’m still in love with you. i hate that you have me so tightly wrapped around your finger. i fell in love with you so fast. i keep telling myself i’ll never let you back in and i never want anything to do with you again but, part of me still holds on.

get out of my head. i keep dreaming about you. i can’t dream about anyone without you being there. let me be happy without you, you sick prick. you’ve done enough. you’ve lied, cheated, broken me. let me get over you.

i still think about you every day. all i do is dream that one day you’ll come back and everything will be the way it was before you cheated. we can act like it never happened. i’ll still love you the way i did when we met.

my sister is getting engaged and i can’t stop thinking about us planning our wedding. it was gonna be so pretty. the goth and country combination was going to be absolutely perfect. my black lace dress. the wake with my deer skull at the top. the black rose petals down the isle. the black candles on the pews. my brothers walking the rings down. our rings. i miss my ring. my hand feels so empty without it. i would give anything to have it back. i’m so mad at myself for throwing it in the river. it was all i had left of you.

we were so happy. what happened? i don’t understand. you gave up on what we had because of my mental health. it’s disgusting. i don’t forgive you for that and i never will, but i forgive you for cheating. i did it too and you know about it. i feel so bad. i wish i could go back and change my mind.

i hope we meet in our next lives so we can try again. maybe we won’t be as shitty as we are now. maybe you’ll be able to love me without limits. maybe you’ll love me even when i’m sad. i hope you do. i hope my soul can feel your warmth again. you made me feel so alive. you reminded me what it felt like to live and not exist.

i said i’d love you forever and i meant it. my heart hasn’t given up but my mind has, and so have you.

every time i see that damned license plate cover i think of you. i remember how excited i was that i got to pick it out. i miss your truck. i miss you holding my hand while you were driving. kissing it randomly. i miss your hands around my waist. i miss you putting your head under my shirt and screaming “TITTIES”. i miss everything

today’s the day. friday april 8, 2022. shes getting engaged. i’m sitting here prepping decorations and all i can think about is how it was supposed to be me. the proposal you gave me might not have been huge and in front of a bunch of people but it was so special to me. i wish i still had the pictures. i’d do anything to be able to relive that moment. such pure happiness. i don’t think i’ll ever feel that again

i made the mistake of listening to i’m comin over and now i’m stuck here bawling my eyes out over you. why did you do this to me? i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.. i still do. i think i always will. i miss when i could just text you and tell you i’m not okay and you’d be on your way. you saved me so many times, and now i need saved from the pain you caused. its so funny how things can change so quickly. i wish i could hate you because you made me feel this way, but i can’t. i can’t hate you.

[yes-i-agree]

so.......who’s going to be the woman that i cheat on my disgustingly wealthy husband with?? to further set the scene you also have a disgustingly wealthy husband and at the end of the movie we run away together and end up living happily ever after in a studio apartment in San Francisco

#wlw #lgbtq+ #cheating but it's not bad cheating because our husbands are assholes #the scene where i ask you to run away with me #i throw my wedding ring into the river #and then you're like #no i can't leave my awful husband #and we fight #but then later #you find me sitting by the river #and you throw your ring into the river #and you say #i love you so much i would love to run away with you #and then i throw my new ring that my husband got me into the river again #and then we run away

[mycamaroneverdies]

#rivers cuomo #jesuschrist #so i did my soul sister across the sea and my california kid sister a favor #i scribbled over that damned wedding ring #fuck that shit #ill swallow it and throw away the wife #😎 #like how you swallow (🤦🏻‍♀️) a lock and throw away the key #id kill to give him the opportunity to make this expression yo #then he can beat me with his mic stand #i ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ this boy #just you and me #i hate you #i love you ❤️ #you little shit #you are baby #im 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[dienamights]

Not Your Best Man | D.Kaminari

✎ Denki Kaminari was resentful of all the things Katsuki Bakugou has, the high hero ranks, the fame despite his demeaning behavior, his intelligence, and most importantly, you.

✎ Protagonists: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 5.2K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, angst

✎ Caution(!): Smut MDNI, swearing, denki is jealous, bakuhoe is an asshole, mommy kink, loss of control of quirk during sex, degradation, praise, oral (male!receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial to a certain point, mention of puking, doing denki dirty in so many ways and I’m sorry but I’m also… not sorry.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s well! I’m here with @forrest-fern’s Seven Deadly Sins server Collab! I snatched Denki and chose Envy! I wasn’t able to get bakugou but you know damn well I’m squeezing his ass in there lmao (peep the banner you can see the boom boom boy) (shut up im not late shush)

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Her hair is piled up and back, showing more of her delicate yet strong features. Skin so flawless his hands feel bound when he wants to touch it, afraid of staining it with his fingertips, not deeming himself worthy to taint it. Eyes brought out beautifully with makeup products she knew how to work to make her look even more gorgeous than she already is. Lips perfectly coated in lipstick, always formed in the littlest smile, and he feels compelled to kiss the product off of them.

The dress is perfect, it sits on her body as if it has been made just for her. Its fabric folds hugging her figure, following her curves. It’s color is gorgeous against her skin with long sleeves that cover her arms, the backless dress shows skin that begs him, taunts him to touch it and to guide her along with him. The collar exposes enough shoulders that teases him to bite and mark up. It's tight skirt pooled till the floor with a slit up to her left thigh. She looks stunning and he couldn't stop but linger his eyes on her.

She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Mesmerising eyes, so crystal clear that he could see rivers, oceans, the whole world through them. No flower, no goddess, not even Aphrodite could ever compare to her beauty. She has the body of a dancer, lithe, supple and oh so beautiful. With every step she takes, it looks as though she’s floating, and Denki only became more convinced that he had been around an angel for the majority of his life and he -regretfully- only was able to realize it a bit too late.

Regretfully, because she wasn’t his, isn’t his, will never be his. Not the measly unimportant groomsman. No, she is the best man’s, Katsuki Bakugou’s, meant to be his forever. 

Bakugou’s BakugousBakugousBakugous… Dammit

“I do.” 

An adorable little boy dressed in a black tuxedo walks up and hands Kirishima a ring. He slips it on Mina's finger. The pastor smiles and turns to Mina. She wears a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads sewn on her gown. She wears a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. She holds a French rose silk bouquet. Kirishima is stunning. He wears a black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.

The pastor repeats the question and receives the same reply. You watch her take his ring from a small girl dressed in pink and place it on his finger. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." 

"You may now kiss your bride." He does so, placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips against hers. The pastor holds up his hands, bringing the cheering crowd to their feet.

Kirishima and Mina leave the gazebo, arms linked, with huge smiles on their faces. The best man, maid of honor, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids follow suit, falling in behind them. They stop near the end of the walk, forming the start of the receiving line. 

The family and guests file down, pausing for hugs and kisses and congratulating the young couple. Mina then turns around and throws her bouquet of flowers behind her. The women collide with each other as they try to catch it. 

She cheers loud when the bouquet falls in your hands, and you giggle and wave it around, the women’s disappointed groans muffled in your ears when you catch the beautiful vermillions of your partner, oblivious to the golden specks that have been eyeing your every move since you stepped foot into the wedding.

“You could’ve been more obvious about wantin’ me to put a ring on your finger.” Katsuki chuckles against your ear, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, both of you looking at the newlyweds as they enter the reception with everyone awwing at them as they did their first dance as husband and wife.

The sun has set long ago, the full moon hanging and illuminating the area beautifully, the fairy lights and lamps circling the area, making the happy couple look absolutely glowing, and you smile at the scene from outside the dance floor.

“They fell in my hands ‘Suki.” you giggle, lacing your fingers between his, “Besides, you already did, didn’t you?” 

“Hmm,” his breath tickles your ear, fingers twisting your engagement ring around your ring finger, “was forced to, after all that whinin’ ‘bout wantin’ to settle down and not knowin’ when we’ll see each other when we’re goin’ on missions, and cherishin’ the lives-” he fakes a snore and rests his full weight on your back, both of you laughing as you tip forward and he catches you in time, placing his hand on your waist again and swaying with you as you see your friends happier than they ever were.

You look perfect, standing there holding each other, absolutely and utterly disgusting. Denki stares at you, fire spreading in his abdominal, his lungs constricting with every breath he takes the longer he looks at you. Swaying together, Katsuki’s lips pressing against your temple and you letting out the most beautiful laugh, Denki can’t help but clench the front of his shirt at the sight, wishing, hoping for nothing more than to be in his shoes, being the one lucky enough to be able to hold you that close, the one that has the privilege to hear your laugh, the one to make you laugh.

“Hey Denki,” He is snapped back to reality when Kirishima stands in front of him, blocking his view from the flawless couple. “H-hey Eiji! Congratulations bro, you’re finally a married man!” They hug, Denki’s eyes never leaving you while Katsuki twirls you to face him and peppers kisses across your face. “Thanks man! Hey sorry, could you get Bakugou for me real quick, we’re taking a few pictures with the best man and the maid of honor.”

“Right away, man of the hour.” 

Oh God, oh God, he isn’t ready to face you yet. You look too pretty, he doesn’t feel worthy to be in your presence, driven to bow down and ask for forgiveness for even breathing the same as yours. And yet, you smile upon his arrival, even letting go of Bakugou’s hand to wave him over, and you’re blessing him with your smile, giggles sounding like the singing of angels when he waves back excitedly.

“Hi!” you beam up at him the minute he’s close enough to be graced with your voice, “Where have you been, it’s like you were avoiding me all this time,” you pout for a second and Denki could swear he felt his heart skip multiple beats when your lips wobble and a smile makes it way back up at him.

“H-hey, ummm, Baku- uh.” he laughs at himself, trying to collect whatever dignity he has left. “Uh, Eiji is lookin’ for ya bro, something about a photoshoot with the maid of honor?” The groan Bakugou lets out is enough of a confirmation.

“Fuckin’ pain in my fuckin’ ass bitch” he grumbles, pressing his lips against your temple again, promising to come back after the ‘Motherfuckin’ bitch shoot’ is done. You only reply by squeezing his arm, a silent reassurance that you’ll be waiting for him when he gets back.

It's so revolting, the way he swears up and down, having the filthiest mouth with his words, not even respecting the beautiful goddess that tries to calm his nasty self down, he should be more considerate of you and your feelings, God he loathes the way he treats you. The way he mistreats you. 

You deserve to be treated so much better than that, the way Denki would, he’d downright kiss the ground you walk on, remind you every day that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, the best goddamn thing to ever grace this earth.

Okay, you’re staring. God, has she been staring too? Denki, people always say you never shut up, use it to your advantage for once in your life.

Denki extends his arm to you, curses under his breath, wipes his sweaty palm against his pant leg before extending it again. "Would you like to dance?" You raise your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance?"

"Well, dancing is what a charming gentleman like myself would do.” He beames at the chuckle you let out. “Besides, you're beautiful and I want to show you off.” He pauses. “You know, while Bakugou is busy with his best man duties and all."

You smile, your pretty lips letting out a little giggle at his posture as he starts wiggling his fingers persuasively, and shake your head. "You know what? Yeah, I would like to dance."

Arm-in-arm, you and Denki head into the dance floor and step onto the wooden ground. You felt him move easily with you, agile and confident with the music as he takes the lead. His hands slowly yet surely reach to your lower back, but you shrug it off.

"Ah, expect tango music after this," he says. Eyes gleaming as they shift over to the DJ that nods in acknowledgement to him. He frowns when he sees your averted face, shifting your eyes away from his, observing, searching for him, your fiance, the person he wishes he could be, someone he could never be.

Denki trips over his words in an effort to regain your attention, “A-anyway, uh, um. Hey! Did you know that uh, t-tango is banned in other places of the world?" you raise your eyebrows. 

“Is it?”

 “Yeah, wanna know why?” 

“Didn’t expect you to know honestly.” He smiles as you laugh lightly, but something tugs at his heartstrings, its because you think of him as nothing but stupid brainless dunce face, depsite him entering and graduating one of the best hero courses in all of Japan, alongside you of all people, despite his hero work, the people he saves, the villains he captures, fuck. 

You don’t miss the way his face falls after your remark, an almost sour expression passing through before he clears his throat and looks behind your shoulder at basically nothing. “S-so,” you start, “Why was it banned?”

The blond’s eyes flicker over to you and soften at the way you’re cocking your head and smiling at him, despite him getting upset with you. What is he doing? He’s experiencing something straight out of his fantasies, having you pressed so close to him, dancing with him and smiling at him. No one else. 

“Oh, okay okay, so. It was considered the dance of the low-lifes at the worst places of society when it first emerged, and so the church banned it, because they said it had the music of the “immoral” factions of society”

“Oh? Why’s that.”

“It was considered an oversexualized dance. Portraying the sin and seduction of the Devil. It represents the Devil's nostalgia, his unrequited aspirations, loneliness, rejection, and misery. The longing of someone who will never fit in, who has never had love nor passion.” He takes a deep breath.  

“It's like sex, except with clothes on.”

 In a failed attempt to seduce you, he stumbles and steps on your heels. Earning a weak yelp from you as you back up from him.

It's okay, it's okay, he can fix this. Oh God the music stopped. Okay he gets to dance tango with you now and press you even more against him and hold you even closer, okay. God, are his hands always this sweaty?

The silence that follows the stopping of the music makes him panic, you’re so close, he just needs to reach out and hold you against him again. Press your tender body against his, let him pretend you’re his, pretend that he’s lucky enough to take you home with him. Help you take off your dress, press kisses against the curves of your body, make love to you all night.

Put all of that is cut short when he feels a daunting presence behind him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Because the way your face lights up at that presence is enough to stop his blood from pumping, enough for him to see only red, for him to dig his nails into the palm of his hands until he feels it piercing his skin.

“Hey,” the taunting voice of Katsuki Bakugou reminds him how beneath him he really is. “Yer havin fun with my girl.” it wasn’t a question. Despite that, in a desperate attempt to feel your touch one more time before you’re swept away by your big strong hero, that he would never be able to match to.

With trembling fingers, Denki grasps your hand and brings your knuckles close to his lips, eyes boring into each other while he kisses them, and you only grin in appreciation at his manners, doing the most adorable courtesy he has ever seen in his life, almost forgetting the looming presence of his former classmate.

Bakugou moves around Denki to reach you, and Kaminari knows at this point all hope is lost for you to dance with him, or better yet, have any interaction with him again for the entirety of the night. Katsuki held your hand with surprising firmness, caramel scent wafting through as you feel how sweaty his hands really are. 

“Are you warm?” You mumble, lacing your fingers through his when his reaction is to pull his hands away to wipe them at his pants. 

“No.” It's firm and it's rough, yet it isn’t directed at you. It’s directed to the other blond that surprisingly still hasn’t backed down and is still standing straight, eyeing how you two act as a couple, how he wishes you would hold his hand, ask him if he was warm, embrace all his insecurities.

As your fiance leads you back to the center of the dance floor. Hand starting at your waist but quickly slipping to grab a handful of your ass, chuckling when you squeal and slap his chest. Something wicked gleams in his eyes when the first tune of the violin starts playing, drifting with the harmony of the accordion.

“You and I both know that my knowledge of tango is as much as my knowledge for knitting, that’s right, nonexistent.”

“You know my body, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Follow my lead, let your body do the talking.”

“You’re crazy.” yet you still laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he pulls you impossibly close to him, raveling in the feeling of your chest pressed to his. You’re rolling your eyes a little at the way his smirk stretches when he pinches your butt, but you instantly shiver when he places his warm calloused hand within the cutout of your dress on your lower back, skin to skin. And just like your body is made to be molded against his, you place your arm over his shoulder while the other is engulfed in his. 

He steps close, too close, scandalously close. Pressing his cheek against your temple and only then meeting the eyes of Denki, that's when his smile drops, every playful act with you is gone. His magma filled eyes staring into the soul of the electrical hero.

Mine MineMineMine

Neither were stupid, Katsuki knows what Denki is doing, and Denki is well aware of Katsuki’s ability to piece shit together.

Denki is left lonesomely standing by the DJ, watching the way you two dance, the way Bakugou steps forward in your space and you stepping back to accommodate him. He seethes in his stance as you two rock on your feet, the way Bakugou handles your body with firmness and strength, yet softly watching you when you giggle at the way he spins your body effortlessly. Kaminari sees the way you let yourself be led, the way you trust Bakugou to handle you, hold you, care for you, in ways he could only hope for you to see him.

You are perfectly synchronized, almost fluid like, an extension of each other, like you had done this a million times before, practised day and night to perfect it. Bakugou takes his time twirling you across the room, seductively slow. Thighs brushing against each other with every stupid turn.

His body whispering commands to yours, daring it to misbehave, you step and lean and sway, every movement perfect and precise, like an intricate choreography that you have never learned, but your bodies remembering them. He dances with you the way he has sex—with exquisite control, infinite patience, and aggressive moves.

Huh, that's what Denki must have meant.

At that moment, your eyes catch him standing outside the dance floor, and you almost don’t recognize the man alone, filled by ugly emotions they couldn’t help but spill and show on his expression. Sour and hateful and just plain cruel looking.

Katsuki’s mouth curves in a lazy smile at how your brows furrow, spinning you in a vigorous turn so he’s the one facing him instead. You aren’t dense, you feel the eyes on you, well aware who they belong to as they burn through your back. He lowers his head, forcing you to look back up at him, your lips grazing against his, too close.

“Yer puttin’ on a show for your boy?” 

“A show- no you ass, weren’t you the one that wanted to dance?” you try to lean away to scold him -yes, middance- but the blond lowers further, until you think he’s trying to get you to shut up by kissing you. Suddenly he’s dipping you low, his face stays only a few inches away from yours, your back arching beautifully.

A static sound dwells on you, followed by the buzzing of electricity. The lights flicker and you instinctively grab at Katsuki, tightening your hold against his bicep, your eyes searching his when he doesn’t lift you back up, only to find him not even looking at you.

His fingers are tingling, tips wiggling as they shoot little sparks at the sight in front of him, his golden eyes illuminating in the momentary darkness as they clash with the magma filled rubies, challenging him, taunting him, mocking him.

MineMineMine

And when Denki accidentally short circuits the entire DJ booth, the dance hall instantly quiets, a blanket of silence weighing them down and daring someone to break it. And yet, Bakugou has other plans, of course.

Sneakily, he slides his hand down from your back to your knee, firmly grabbing your leg as his eyes meet yours before lifting it to his hip. Fingers slipping under your dress and grazing your upper thighs, sending goosebumps racing across your skin, not having the courage to break eye contact until you hear the gasp of a few of the attendees. Only then does he close the gap between to press his lips against yours, the little audience you collected clapping and cheering you along.

The whistling and cheering is loud enough for you to miss the sound of Denki’s fist slam against the table and the sobs wrecking him as he drags his feet away from the scene. 

BakugousBakugousBakugous

Sero grunts as he struggles to push the hotel room door open with Denki leaning his full weight on him. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get the drunk man on the bed, slapping his hands away as Denki tries to grab at and kiss the man. 

“C’moooon, Hantaaaaa, s’not like you don’ wanna, look atchu, you’re takin’ off m’clothes but you don’ wanna kiss me?”

“You ass, I’m taking off your shoes because you stepped in your own vomit.” 

The man gags, chugging the shoes in the trash can and helping his friend ease off of his suit jacket. “Yer a good man Hanta, say, you wanna be m’best man?” Sero laughs, shaking his head as he tries to help him lay on his stomach, “y’know, when I marry y/n.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, Sero not having the heart to talk when he catches the sound of Denki sniffing and burying his head in his pillow.

“I- “

“Jus’ leave me alone, Sero.”

And he does, the only confirmation of his solitude is the echoing click of the door’s lock as Sero leaves Denki to brew in his own self loathing.

It takes Denki a few minutes to collect himself, the nausea forcing him to take off his shirt and pants, lying down on his back to feel the cool air on his chest. He doesn’t realize he has his eyes closed until he snaps them open when he hears his door click close.

There you are, radiating, mesmerizing, you’re practically glowing, standing there by his door, adorned by your… nightgown? 

God, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room.

“You sure you’re in the right room y/n?”

You don’t answer, you just simply, untie your robe. And Denki’s eyes practically bulge out when the silk robe slips right off of your shoulder and drops in a pile on the floor by your feet. He can’t look you in the eyes, he’s looking at every inch of exposed skin he can muster, committing every curve, every dip, every contour, every fucking thing to memory.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” that’s when he looks back up at your eyes -after shamelessly staring at your peaking nipples for a second too long - blinking twice at your words. He sits up with a struggle, “W-wait, what about Bakugou?”

“What about him?”

And honestly, that alone almost made him bust a nut.

You’re pushing at his chest until he lays back down, throwing your leg over his figure and straddling him. Instantly, he feels your warmth pressing against his strained length and his body shivers at the thumbing against it. 

“You’re so good to me Denki,” you breathe, fingers combing through his hair before you take a fistful of it and lightly tug, rolling your hips against his and relishing in the whines he lets out, slender fingers reaching for your thighs and grabbing handfuls, his eyes begging for you to do it again, and when you do, he throws his head back and moans.

“You treat me so well,” you pout, nails tracing his sweaty flushed chest, peppering kisses along it, moving up until you reach his ear, biting at it and giggling when he ruts his hips up against you. Feeling your slick dampen the front of his boxers as his leaky cock does the same. “So pretty for me” he whines again, eyes blown out and chest heaving at the feeling of being kissed by you, held by you, touched by you, hell, looked at by you.

“Fuck, again, ah- d-don’t stop, pleaseplease-”

“Use your words baby, wadda you want?” he thrashes against the bed when you grind your hips against his again, the tips of his fingers buzzing and twitching when you’re lowering yourself to press your chest against his face. 

“Fuck, wanna feel your pretty pussy, feel you squeeze my cock, please, just -ah, put it in.” it's all muffled from the spit collecting on tongue and the way he’s smothered by your tits but honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His body refuses to move as you scoot lower, straddling his thigh and grinding your hips against it, wickedly smiling as he whines ‘nonono’ when you do, “m-my cock, my cock, please stop teasin’.” the tip of your finger traces the elastic of his boxers, giggling at the way his body jerks up and at the gasp he lets out when you snap it against his hip. Before gliding your finger against his strained cock, enjoying the way it twitches under your touch, feeling it harden against you.

You coo at him as you pull off his boxers, when you see that there is no initiation from him to move. The sight of his pretty cock with its fiery head welcoming you and you can’t help but grab at it. “Pretty boy all needy for me, hmm?” You give it a lick from the base to the tip, sucking on the head of his cock and feeling it twitch inside of your mouth, hollowing out your cheek and looking up to see the way his face flushes, his body illuminating with the crackling of the thunders around him, twitching his body before he breathes out a few times to calm himself down.

How is he so lucky? How is he blessed with having your lips wrapped around his cock, just looking at you is tightening a knot in his belly, and he can’t help but throw his head back and close his eyes in an effort to prolong his orgasm to feel even more of you.

He doesn't open his eyes until he feels a looming shadow on him, and that's when he catches sight of you again, the moon hitting your face, your glistening precum-covered lips smiling down at him.

“Want me to take care of you?” You tease, chuckling breathlessly as Denki feels your pussy on his cock, your slick covering it as you roll your hips and feel your pussy gush at the way his body shivers in ecstasy at your touch. “Yes! Please mommy ye-”

“Mommy?” Did he just say it out loud? “No, ah- fuck, no-no I didn’t say that I-” you don’t even let him talk, gyrating your hips again, covering his dick with your slick, without having your walls flutter around him just yet.

It takes a few teasing grinds of you against him to have him sobbing at this point, “m-mommy please just please! I wanna, ah” he thrashes when the tip of his leaky cock catches your clit, the lightnings he’s producing passing by his eyes and obscuring his blurry vision for a while, before he’s blessed with the sight of you beautifully arched on top of him. “In, in, wanna feel the pretty pussy, please please lemme feel the pretty pussy.” it's just meaningless babbling at this point, anything to get your walls tightening around his cock, all sensitive from being rubbed against you for god knows how long.

And when his head catches your cunt, he all but cries out at the way it clenches at the head, bucking his hips up to feel more of you. Wanting you to swallow him whole, take him all the way in. “Y’gonna just fuck into my pussy like that, hmm? Is that how you’re treatin’ mommy now?” “n-no! Ah, m’sorry pleaseplease, I just, you feel s’good, you’re s’tight aaah, wanna feel more, please I want more more more,” and he does. So, without a warning, you drop your hips and impale yourself on his cock, and for fuck’s sake all of what Denki saw what white for a few seconds, he could’ve sworn he heard a few angels singing, even.

“That what you want, hmm? Want her to take care of her pretty boy?” you pout mockingly, bouncing yourself on his lap as he tries to grab hold of your hips to guide you, but the way you’re jerking his body has his head dizzy and his sight swimming, the low buzzing of his quirk muffled by the wet slaps of your skin against his, your ass clapping against his thighs and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that sound, and he just settles for letting you please yourself with his cock, because if you’re gonna use him as a fucking dildo, then he wouldn’t fucking have it any other way.

Weakly snapping his hips upwards with the drops of your hips, Denki’s leg shake and it takes a few more times for his cock to fully seath itself in your tight walls for him to let go, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for all his worth as your pants turn into whines, suddenly they’re very afar, almost like you’re underwater. Yet he’s the one feeling like his lungs are constricted when he hears the name you’re calling, and it isn’t his. “Ka- ahh- suki…”

Only then does Denki realize that you aren’t in his room, your discarded rope isn’t thrown haphazardly on the floor by the door, your slick isn’t covering his thigh or coating his dick, and the worst of all, your pussy isn’t the one that has been squeezing his cock, oh no.

It was his hand, those slender fingers wrapping around his softening cock, smeared with his cum. He lifts his hand in horror, disgust and shame eating him up, especially when his ears perk up at your sound.

“Fuck, Katsu- yesyesyes, right there, yes!” Whatever nausea he felt subsiding is coming back tenfold, burning his throat as he slaps his hand over his mouth, anything to stop himself from puking on himself.

“Ha, that what you want? Getting dicked down after havin’ fun with that fuckin’ dunce face.” The wet sounds of Bakugou’s hips slapping yours is almost making his ears bleed. “Havin’ that prick touchin’ ya like that. Fuckin’ slut, all of that to rile me up so I can fuck that tight lil pussy, that what you want?”

Denki doesn’t know what’s the last nail on the coffin, the absolute filth being spewed to you, tainting your angelic ears, that aren’t meant to hear anything but praises and confessions of love and gratitude, the fact that you’re squealing and moaning for him to fuck you even harder, or the fact that he’s listening to every squealching sound, every creak the bed made, every slam of the headboard against your shared wall, every breath, every moan, every scream, everything.

That's when Denki flings himself off of the bed and empties his stomach, right on the floor next to his bed, tears stinging his eyes as he tries to trick himself that it's because of the way his throat is burning and not because of the way his heart is shattering, feeling it wrenched from his chest and thrown on the floor, stepped on and spat on and just beaten to the point of no return.

Sniffing and lifting his head up, Denki can’t help but see red, his whole body crackling with newfound vigor, his whole body is numb, like his quirk is taking the lead, putting his consciousness on the back burner. He chuckles, despite you moaning out Katsuki’s name when you find your release, despite him calling yours as he finds his, despite hearing your giggles and the kisses he’s pressing against god knows where on your body, despite the tears streaming down his face.

The last thing Denki remembers before he lets his quirk take complete control over him, is the humming of energy, the fleeting blinding brightness, the shattering of the light bulbs all around him, the loud deafening bangs, almost like music to his ears and finally, the sound of you screeching in horror. 

Hope you like it! Kithes kithes

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