#i'm just saying. hand me ur hard to get along with muses

[cordyce]

hello ollie ollie…i picked “stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share” from the prompt list and im thinking with either jake or joel !!! yiu can choose from the two kisses ur wrinkly brain

containing your–excitement? giddiness? thrill of finally having dirt that will weigh in your favor on a scuffed up scale? the specifics aren't important–is not easy. you're just catching your breath from dancing, something joel has opted out of doing in favor of playing a game of poker with his brother and a few others. so, really, if anything he's the reason for his own demise.

"a little birdie just dropped a message in my pretty little hands," you muse as you plop yourself across his lap. and he doesn't hesitate to snatch his arm around your waist so you don't fall backwards, but he doesn't look up from his cards.

a tell, if you've ever seen one.

"grimy, more like," he huffs, and it earns him a few chuckles around the table. not in the notion of poking fun at you, but because they, much like yourself, can see through his little puckered up facade.

(you bet it's because they've already gotten a grumbled out earful of it before you made your way over here. in fact, you'd put money on it. maybe the boys would let you borrow a few of their poker chips.)

"rude. anyways," you move right along, fingernails making work of scratching at the nape of your lover's neck. something like his achilles' heel per se. though you'd argue you're the entirety of his heel alone, regardless. "a little birdie told me you've got your panties in a wad over me. maybe stirred yourself a little bit jealous?"

this time, it's tommy who snorts out a laugh, placing his cards on the table and looking over to await his brother's response. joel's jaw ticks, the permanent crease between his brow deepening. you fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it.

"y'tell ellie to mind her own," he differs, placing his own cards down and sliding a single chip to the middle of the table, "and i ain't jealous."

"aht aht, i said birdie, not ellie. i won't incriminate my source," and out of the corner of your eye you can see said source listening in from the edge of the dancefloor herself. "and it's okay to be a little jealous. it just goes to show how much you love me."

he clenches his teeth. "i'm not."

"you sure are, and that's okay. i mean, jealousy is a totally normal feeling when seeing someone else dance with your partner. especially when it's someone like marcus. he's so good on his feet. did you see? the spin move he did with me? yeah, i'd probably be jealous too. in fact, i think i'd be so jealous that–"

"stop it," joel interjects, low voice cutting through in a way that sends shivers all the right places. you've done it; poked the bear until he roared. how uncouth of you. and joel wonders where ellie gets it. "stop saying i'm jealous.  i’m not—  i just.."

he takes a breath, tightens his grip on your waist and slides his free hand up and over your thighs that are draped over his legs. he levels you with a stern look, but it isn't mean, or callous, or overtly commandeering. it's grounding.

"i don’t like having to share."

and somebody else, a lesser person maybe, might find it hard not to shrink under his stare. but not you. no, you simply wind your arms a little tighter around his neck, lean in real close. you test the waters like you have no fear of drowning. and maybe you don't—not in the deep abyss that is joel.

"you wouldn't have to share me if you would simply come and dance."

honestly, it's meant to be just another tease. so maybe that's why a yelp squeaks out of you as joel stands up from his seat with zero hesitation, your weight being nothing to the arm he still has secured around you.

there's hoots and hollers from the poker table as joel whisks you off to the (previously forsworn and abhorred) dance floor, and ellie bubbles up a laugh and shout of her own as joel side steps a little awkwardly to the song they have playing. and you, well. you find that jealously is ironically a bit cute coating his worn and dejected features.

#ohhhh he makes me sick #blurb #joel miller x reader #joel miller blurb

[fe-fictions]

waiii happy new year! love love love your works, ive been a huge fan of urs since 2016 and its my first time sending in a prompt im so excited ajdjjqnss!!!!!!!😭❤️❤️

could i request some lonqu hurt comfort??!?! maybe something to do with self sacrifice....like robin pleading the enemy to let go of him when theyre both captured hehe! thanks so much >_<

(Finally finished this one and I'm thrilled to put it out !! Nothing like a stressed out Lonk U V U )

You didn’t know how you got into this situation. Neither you nor your husband. It was a simple reconnaissance mission, venturing a few miles into enemy territory in an attempt to figure out what they were plotting.

It was already risky since you were short-staffed, and with your exceptional analytical abilities, you’d be able to figure out what was going on the fastest.

Lon’qu wasn’t going to let you go in by yourself, and he definitely didn’t trust Gaius with your safety; he might be sneakier, but he was much more laissez-faire with the lives of others than he was comfortable with.

And so it was just the two of you. Lon’qu had stuck to your side the entire time, watching for threats while you took down hastily scribbled, imperative notes. But all it took was one silent assassin that was able to go undetected…and suddenly, you were both bound and forced to your knees.  

“Well, well…whatever do we have here?” Orton’s voice was more than recognizable; the slimey rat that had escaped your justice when you first rescued Maribelle, not long ago.

You struggled against your restraints, recognizing the unmistakable bloodlust in the bastard’s eyes.

“I’m sure Lord Gangrel will be quite pleased with the little rabbit caught in our snare. This one is new, though.”

He eyed your husband, “Bring along some cannon fodder?”

“Leave him alone. He’s got nothing to do with me or any of this.” You glared at him, earning a glance from Lon’qu. What were you talking about?

“I doubt that very much, Tactician. There must be some reason he’s tagged along with you all the way out here…far from safety.”

He brandished his polearm, the tip pointed inches from Lon’qu’s face. The blood in your veins burned hotter.

“A soldier, assigned to me for protection. Nothing more. I’m the one you want, not him.”

“Robin-”

“Let him go, and I’ll come willingly.” You demanded, not skipping a beat. Lon’qu’s expression was difficult to read. But the fear that flashed in his eyes was immediate, and impossible for you to miss.

Orton laughed, turning the spear to you, instead.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, girl. But I respect the attempt.”

He nodded to one of the soldiers behind you both, and immediately there was a painful yank on your arms, forcing you back from Lon’qu.

“Hey!!” He barked out, ready to lunge in spite of his predicament. Instead he was pulled the opposite direction, separating the two of you.

“You know what I think?” Orton mused, spinning the weapon in his hands. “I think he’s more important than ‘some soldier’. I think he’s a lot stronger than you’re pretending he is.”

“Leave him be, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m Chrom’s right-hand; there's more than enough that I can give him.”

“Really? You’d sell out the crown over one paltry soldier?” He narrowed his eyes at Lon’qu, who fought so very hard not to let your facade be for nothing.

He was glaring sharply at you, pleading with you not to make a foolish deal.

“It is a captain’s duty to protect her soldiers; no matter how small.” You spoke with conviction,  “Surely you can understand that, as an honorable military man, yourself?”

“I’d be lying if I said Milord felt similarly about the lesser of our ranks, but…I cannot say no to such an alluring deal. Leave that one, boys- the mountain lions will get to him before anyone else does. Take her away.”

“Stop! Damn you-!!” Lon’qu roared, fighting against his restraints. He was only pulled further away. His arms twisted painfully behind him, dragged further and further away from his wife. 

You could only watch as he was flung from your view, sent crashing down the ravine into and out of sight. It was scafrier when you couldn’t hear him.

It took everything in your power not to try and reach him. To fight back and rescue him.

“Now then, Tactician; I believe I was promised some answers.”

The paralyzing fear was the only thing that kept you from lashing out; the swirl of endless emotions was stalling your mind. All you could do was stare at the ravine, getting further away with every drag across the dirt.

You hoped Lon’qu’s head would pop up, revealing him waiting for you and preparing to save you from your enemies,

But no such surprises would occur.

You still stared after that empty place, waiting with baited breath for the man to appear who would not return.

At least…not right away.

But there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that he hadn’t died after that nasty throw. There wasn’t much else available to you.

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“You promised to give me what I wanted. Why do you insist on silence?” Orton was growing tired of your disobedience.

He had you tied to the pole of some ratty tent, interrogating you without  a hint of mirth in his eyes.

“You promised not to hurt my soldier, but you condemned him to death anyways. What right do you have to ask me questions?”  You spat, earning a click of his tongue and a slap across your face.

Enough of this arrogance!! You are in no position to hold such arrogance- you do not have the upper hand, woman!”

You fought hard not to focus on the stinging pain in your cheek; he’d drawn blood and all but numbed the side of your face.

Who knew those bastards could pack such a wallop?

“I can only tell you…what I know…which is very little. The Fire Emblem is a sacred artifact to the royal family, and it is hidden somewhere that none can find, unless Exalt Emmeryn reveals-!!”

You were cut off by another strike, this one sending you headfirst into the ground. The ringing in your ears grew louder, your vision clouded and blurry. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“If you don’t stop playing foolish games, then you’re going back in a casket. I planned to deliver the head tactician to King Gangrel in one piece, but if he knew how infuriating you are, he’d have you brought to him in pieces!!”

The man spat at your feet, stalking away to try and regain himself.

You did make an effort to focus on his words, but it was so very difficult. After a few deep breaths and a number of colorful expletives left his mouth, Orton stopped his pacing and returned his focus on you.

Maybe it’s because you were tired of looking at him, but you found yourself looking past him and at the guards by the tent entrance as his ugly boots came back into view.

“I’ve been more than patient with you, wench- but I’m running out of options on how to deal with you, and you’re running out of time.”

There was a sudden shift in the colors of the bushes behind a guard. A bright blue and red appeared behind the green.

You blinked, brow furrowing in an attempt to focus your vision. A pair of hands had shot out from the leaves and grabbed the man, mouth covered so as not to allow a shout. The other guard and Orton…didn’t notice.

You must have been hallucinating. 

“I want the location of the Emblem.” He spoke again, louder and closer than before. He hadn’t noticed that one of the soldiers had disappeared.

Your gaze flicked to the other man standing just the opposite, confused by the fact he was now standing alone.

Within an instant, a dart stuck into his neck, and he crumpled. A shadowy figure caught him, dragging him away.

You couldn’t even think to react to what you were seeing. Orton’s hand was on your face, grip tight and painful on your jaw to force you to look at him.

“You’re not getting away. Stop looking outside.” He grinned viciously, “The only chance you’re getting out of here alive is if you give me what I want.”

He stared down at you, grinning wickedly. His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crack your bones.

“Now…tell me. Where is the Fire-”

The tip of a blade broke through his armor, silencing him with a wet choke. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at the sword mere inches from your own body.

“W-what…did you…”

He crumpled to the ground when the sword was pulled from his chest. When he fell away, Lon’qu stood over him, raging fury in his eyes.

“Oh my gods-” You gasped, stunned at what you were seeing. “L-Lon’qu?”

“I’m here.” He closed the distance between you, throwing the blood from his sword before cutting away your bindings. 

As soon as you were free of the ropes your arms were flung around his neck. Lon’qu grunted from the impact, welcoming the embrace all the same.

He squeezed you close, his face pressed to your neck. 

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m-” You were suddenly jerked back, Lon’qu holding you an arm’s length away to search you over. “Wait, w-why are you asking about me? They threw you down a ravine!!”

“Shepherds found me. They were on our trail when they realized we weren’t in the headcount.” He nodded his head back, and you were able to make out the shapes of Gaius and Cordelia, the few who passed by the tent to secure whatever camp the Plegians had brought you to.

“So you’re okay?”

“I am. But...” He nodded, but the sharp glare in his eyes had yet to dissipate. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“How could you do that?” He glowered, his grip tightening on your arms. “How could you give yourself up like that? The hells is wrong with you?!”

“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed at your response, harsh and bitter. “If I knew he was going to try and kill you anyways, I-I never would have-”

“It doesn’t matter. You bargained your life, when you know damn well that I-!”

“Lon’qu, we couldn’t find her in the camp! Did you- oh!! Oh, thank the gods!!” Your husband was cut off at the sound of Chrom’s voice, the prince thrilled to see you were here. 

The Myrmidon spared you one last glower, before he pulled back, letting Chrom and Lissa flurry past him. 

You bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to press the argument. He looked deeply upset, and you didn’t want to cut it off before it could be resolved. There was nothing worse than letting him stew in his hurt.

“It’s okay, Robin!! We’re here now! Lon’qu led the  way, and the whole camp’s cleared out! Though we’ll need to do something about that body…”

“We’ll worry about Orton and the rest later. Lissa, can you heal her quickly?” Chrom asked his sister, who already had the stave pulled out and glowing.

“You got it! Just hang tight for a second Robin, we’ll get you out of here in no time!”

It wasn’t yourself that had your mind occupied. It was the fact that Lon’qu stormed out of the tent without looking back that had your focus.

Lissa gave you a pitying look, the healing glow of the stave some comfort.

“Sorry, Robin. I/…we tried really hard to keep him calm. But he’s been angry since the second we found him.”

“Not angry.” Chrom sighed , following the man’s storm from the tent. “Scared.”

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When everyone made it back to camp, many of your dear friends who had been so terribly worried were awash with relief.

There was a mild swarm, a million questions being flung at you, but you were simply glad to be back in the arms of your friends.

You did your best to answer as many questions as you could,, but it didn’t take long for your patience to run thin.

Sure, you were healed and feeling far better physically, but there was a deeply hurt man on the far side of camp that you needed to speak to. It was clear what your decision had done created a much bigger issue than anticipated.

So you took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and made your way over to your shared tent. You could hear the sound of steel being sharpened against a whetstone, but little else.

Lon’qu was absolutely steaming. You would tease him and categorize it as sulking, but you figured it best not to try your luck.

Not when there was a serious issue to resolve.

Wordlessly, you entered the tent, making sure to latch it shut behind you. He was kind enough not to lock you out, at least.

“Lon’qu…” He did not stop his work when you called him, his back to you. “We need to talk.”

He did not answer. The stone ground against the blade harder.

“Please, love, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. But I need you to understand why I made that decision. I was trying to protect you.”

This seemed to slow the grinding. He still did not look at you. With a deep breath, you crossed the tent, coming to sit behind him.

Tentatively, your hand touched his back. He did not recoil, which was an improvement; at least he was receptive.

“If they knew you were my husband, they would’ve used you against me. If I let them carry on, they would’ve killed you in cold blood as a simple guard. I…I just…I didn’t think they’d toss you into the ravine like that. I thought you’d be safe.”

Lon’qu shook his head, his grip tightening on the sword. “They’re the enemy. Why the hells would they keep their word?? Surely you knew better than to trust them.”

“It was all I had to ensure your safety. W-when they threw you over the ledge, I…I saw it. I thought that it was over…I t-thought they killed you.”

Lon’qu’s shoulders braced against your touch, feeling your forehead touch his back. You were leaning fully into him, trying desperately not to cry.

“I-it was my fault that you were…that you were in danger in the first place. If I’d been more v-vigilant, I wouldn’t have put you at risk. I wanted to protect you, Lon’qu…please…please understand.”

He sighed, turning slowly and taking your hands into his and pulling you away from his body. He looked at you directly, but the bitter sting wasn’t present in his glare anymore.

“I don’t blame you for this. It wasn’t your fault we were ambushed. I’m upset because you bargained your life for mine. You are not worth less than I am. You have no right to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“I have every right, as your wife.” You argued, squeezing his hands, “And even in that, I failed you. I thought…”

“Robin...” He squeezed your hands, “I understood your intent. But if I’d lost you in that moment, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, either. Your right to protect me reflects on me, too. It’s my duty to keep you safe. You know my past. Do you really think that I would be okay with you giving your life for mine?”

“It…it didn’t phase me in that moment. What mattered more was making sure that my husband would still be here.”

“You think I would be different? If I was in the same situation, I wouldn’t put my life in front of yours?” Lon’qu was staring into your very soul; trying desperately to make sure you understood what he was feeling. “After everything I’ve been through- what I’ve suffered- you would have me relive it again?”

“No.” You leaned closer, holding his hands to your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. And I’m so sorry that I put that fear in your heart, again. I just want to protect you, because I love you.”

Lon’qu nodded, his gaze falling to the ground. You released his hands so you might wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him into your embrace.

“I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. And I know you would’ve done the same for me. We have to look out for each other…and we can’t always be safe. But I swear to you, I don’t want to throw my life away. I want to share it with you, more than anything.”

Slowly, finally, he returned your embrace, squeezing you tightly for fear of you ever slipping through his fingers again.

He hated feeling this way- that fear would consume him when it came to you. How badly he didn’t want to lose you. 

His face pressed against your neck, all but engulfing you in his arms like a shroud that cloaked your whole body. 

“I love you, too.”

He felt the slightest tremors in response to his words. How your fingers curled into his tunic, clinging to him with just as much force.

You were everything to each other, reminded and reassured through the tears that slipped from your eyes as feverish kisses connected over and over again.

There were promises to be more cautious with your lives, to find ways to protect one another without putting yourselves in mortal danger…and at the very least, employ some stealth training with Gaius so you could sneak around without “foolishly” (Gaius teased) getting caught again.

Which was a fair argument, if you were being honest.

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe: awakening #fe awakening #fea #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #lonqu x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #angst #hurt and comfort #kidnapping angst #lonk is PISSED #and we love that for him

[thornvows]

dorothea to tharja, squall, felix, emily, hubert, and helhound: you’re all some huge fucking assholes who can’t hold a civil conversation to save your petty lives but i appreciate you anyways

#iv. ( chara ) / a manifest on unlearning her own hunger #i'm just saying. hand me ur hard to get along with muses #give me their teeth and all. dripping red or not. #the fact that dorothea canonically gets along #and even romances some of the most unlikeable charas in 3h eihriwugw #listen !! this is why i'm semi priv with her bc she will literally talk to anyone #and she has it in her to love anyone #bc she accepts ppl as they are #and never ever tries to change them #she's rly not that girl #if u want ur redemption or ur deliverance ur gonna have to get it urself #she's not here to be someone's definition of salvation. she RLY is not that girl #but she will open her ribcage to hold ur heart if u find it too heavy #or too burdensome #or too useless to carry urself #give her ur heart !! she wants it !1 #she just wants to love on her terms #whether its reciprocated or not she wants love she wants it she wANTS IT #anyways /takes a swig of monster #im off again and here's hoping i finish at least half my drafts

[petewentzisblack1312]

do you have any particular fob lyrics that you think about a lot or find comforting? i realized the other day there's some specific lyrics ill say to myself when i'm stressed or that are just on my mind 24/7 for no apparent reason other than they just sound good kjfdgnk.. also i really love ur blog's theme it looks so cool!!

this is such a hard question to answer because theres SOOO many fob lyrics that just have me *lies face down in the dark* but heres a list of some!

i left my conscience pressed/between the pages of the bible in the drawer/'what did it ever do for me' i say - XO. i have religious trauma, and i LOVE the way religion is treated in fall out boy songs. you will see a lot of that on this list.

i got your love letters/corrected the grammar/and sent them back/its true, romance is dead/i shot it in the chest and in the head - The Music or The Misery. this is just some good fuckin wordplay

ive already given up on myself twice/third times the charm/threw caution to the wind/but ive got a lousy arm - GINASFS. again with the wordplay

i love you in the same way theres a chapel in a hospital - Hum Hallelujah. again with the spiting god

some day the valleys gonna swallow me whole/i feel like a photo thats been over exposed - Novocaine. *crying* oreo gang rise up

the lion pulls his own teeth out/so you can love him now - Demigods. this just hits

the headline reads 'the man hangs'/but the jury doesnt - "You're Crashing, But You're No Wave". "hang on lemme google something real quick. … yeah this is clever"

get busy living or get busy dying has lyrics that got me fucked up. 'if you are the shore i am the waves begging for big moons' 'im mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town' the energy... love her

the first verse of XO is an example of amazing wordplay that i hold dear. 'i comb the crowd and pick you out. your mouth moves too fast for me to figure it out. it starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed, to "i swear," i say. to hands between legs to "whatever it takes" to drinks at the club to the bar to the keys to your car to the hotel stairs to the emergency exit door, to the "love"' its such a good example of using language to paint a mood. i love the use of alliteration and repitition.

the foxes hunt the hounds - Young Volcanoes. this line makes the whole song for me.

im stuck in the sunshine riptide/dancing all alone in the morning light/the sunshine riptide/you came back like a wave when i was feeling alright - Sunshine Riptide. this is the best metaphor for a manic episode ive ever heard, and it recontextualizes so much of the album. i feel like the muse on mania is vague, so that it could be a person, but this song kind of indicates that actually, the love-hate relationship and back and forth of the whole album has been with the personas mania all along. as someone with bipolar disorder, this hits.

theres probably so many more. i gotta stop lol

#dils declares #< analysis tag fuck yeah #if you asked me this question again right now id have more lyrics #dils dissects

[yandere-daydreams]

Hello ! Im on mobile so ur bio Dosent always show the correct info but it says ur requests are open so I hope they atcually are ^^; if they are can I please request a bnha villain of ur choice punishing they're s/o for an escape attempt? If u can could u possibly make it nsfw ? Hhhaaaa I'm trash. Thanks tho

So, since y’all are so thirsty for Izuku, I thought it would only be fair to try my hand at some Villian!Deku for this prompt. This is kinda my first attempt at full-blown smut, so please be gentle.

You knew running away wouldn’t end well. When the deadbolt that normally kept you trapped in your bedroom broke, you’d been optimistic, stupidly so. You thought you could run for it, find your way out of Izuku’s bunker and just run. But, his ‘bodyguards’ had dragged you back to his office after five short, blissful minutes of freedom.

Or… you thought they would drag you back to his office, at least.

The hope that you’d get off with a lecture was quickly dissolving as chains were wrapped around your ankles, spreading your legs as your wrists were given a similar treatment, cuffed to the headboard with Izuku’s favorite pair of velvet-lined restraints. This wasn’t abnormal in itself, you’ve experienced the majority of Izuku’s collection first hand, but you’ve never been tied… face down before, knees forcibly bent beneath you. You tried yelling at the lackeys, asking what the fuck they thought they were doing, even pleading for Izuku, but the closest thing to a response you got was a short, grunted ‘orders’. You were almost thankful when they stopped, quietly leaving the room. Unfortunately, that left you alone with him.

Izuku sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. You could feel his weight dip the mattress, but there wasn’t much you could besides twist around, if only to glare at him. He ignored you, resting a hand on your thigh as he spoke. “You know, I really thought we’d gotten past this. I thought you were starting to get used to being here, being with me, but…” He paused, starting to rub circles into your skin. “Apparently, you aren’t as loving as I’d hoped.”

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. Izuku was threatening, but predictable. He always melted at the first signs of an apology. “Look, baby, I’m sorry-”

It happened before you could react. A tight grip on the hem of your shorts, pulling them down without a trace of hesitation, Izuku taking his place behind you before you could object. “Shut up,” He growled, one hand pushing your shirt up as its twin pressed a palm against your clothed cunt. A gasp escaped your lips, something Izuku seemed to take pride in. You could hear him chuckle, his hand rocking back and forth as you grit your teeth. “Like I said, I thought you starting to love me. But, it’s clear that I’m going to have to help you along.”

“Please, please don’t-” You choked on the words when he found your clit, teasing you with the edges of his fingertips as he bent down, kissing your now-exposed shoulder blade. The contact was brief, light, nothing like the friction slowly driving you insane. He stopped, temporarily, pulling the panties he’d picked out to the side. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but swallowed down any louder noises. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want me to, just… don’t do this.”

Izuku didn’t respond, not immediately, preoccupied with the slick beginning to drip down your thighs. You could hear the telltale click of a metal latch, followed by rustling leather. He’s taking off his gloves. “This?” He mused, gently prodding you open with two fingers. You reacted spontaneously, planning to force your legs together, but he caught on as soon as you moved. A still-covered hand latched onto one of your legs, the other forcing two fingers knuckle-deep into your heat. You couldn’t stop yourself, crying out at the force, tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. Izuku didn’t wait for you to adjust, pumping fast, so fast, as his other arm reached around, forcing a painfully motionless pressure onto your abused clit.

Fuck, he wanted you to move.

“You don’t want me to make you cum, darling? See how good my cock would feel inside you?” You shook your head, wishing you had enough slack to cover your mouth, or fight back, or do something. But, you were stuck clenching your eyes shut, burying your face pathetically in the sheets and biting your bottom lip so hard it bled. Little grunts and mewls still managed to escape, encouraging Izuku to slip in another finger and dare to curl his trifecta. He was grinding against you, albeit unconsciously, a cock much bigger than it should’ve been making the small movement impossible to ignore. “Too bad. Naughty girls don’t get to say ‘no’.”

And just like that, Izuku was hastily pulling down his obsessively ironed dress-pants, teasing you for just a few breaths before thrusting inside of you. The sparks of pleasure that had been building up blurred together, accumulating into a tight, tight knot in the bottom of your stomach. You could feel tears running down your cheeks, even if you failed to acknowledge you were crying, and Izuku wasn’t much better. Keeling and moaning, cursing under his breath just as often as he bucked into you.

“Tight…. you’re tight,” He slurred, his hips bucking into you wildly. There was no pattern to it, no rhythm, just random, sharp, rough jerks that left you twitching and bruised and moaning. Biting your lips didn’t work anymore, guttural whines forced from your throat whether you liked it or not. “And you’re mine, all mine.”

“I’m not!” You tried refusing, shaking your head and screaming that you’d never be his, but every sound that left your mouth just made the boy harder. He continued to groan, grabbing at your chest through your clothes before moving.. lower. Back and forth, forming tiny, quick circles over your clit. Rubbing and rubbing and thrusting and-

Izuku’s breath hitched a moment before yours did,  your cunt clamping down on him in a vice-like grip. You finally collapsed, still shaking from your climax as Izuku panted, fucking into you weakly before pulling you into his chest, biting into your shoulder as he came. You hardly registered the blood now flowing down your skin, choosing to direct your attention towards the sticky, white fluid now leaking from your entrance.

Or more importantly, the fact that he wasn’t pulling out. Or the smile pressing into your skin, or iron-clad grip Izuku had planted on your stomach.

Or the words he thought you didn’t hear, the words you didn’t want to hear.

“You’re never leaving me again.”

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[xsilver-wings]

goodbye, push, or gone, for xia from alexandros! man i'm really tooting the angsty train aren't i whoops

One Word Prompts — accepting

alskdjalksdjalshd oh my goood. this is. perfection. i love me some angst! so, here’s all the angst! also inserting a read more because like i wrote a lot hahahaha

Goodbye 

my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

✦   Aloisa hadn’t wanted the visit to end, but as her mother always said, all good things must. That hadn’t stopped her from pouting the entire morning, however. Even through breakfast, which she could barely even eat. Mostly, she had just pushed her food around. Alexandros hadn’t been much different. 

      Part of Lex had wanted to complain about the abrupt end. They had been meant to stay for another week! But the look he saw in his mother’s eyes made him keep his mouth shut. Some things, it would seem, were unavoidable. 

      As the royals from both reigns exchanged their pleasantries and goodbyes, Alexandros and Aloisa were left facing one another. Isa’s lower lip was still jutted out — small, pink, and plump. Her mother had gently told her after breakfast that she needed to not pout, but she couldn’t help it. One of her best friends was leaving and she wasn’t sure when they’d see each other again. She was sad. 

      “Maybe next time, you’ll come and visit me?” Lex said, his inflection rising at the end of the sentence to pose as a hopeful question. Aloisa’s big green eyes looked up at him. Her pout receded only to reveal a small, somewhat sad smile. She nodded at him. 

      “I would like that very much. I hope it happens,” she told him. She wasn’t sure when that could possibly happen, but she would probably pester her parents until it happened. 

      Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her mother taking Olympias’ hands into her own. The formalities dropped only slightly as the two exchanged a more personal goodbye. Watching it only made it feel more real that they were leaving. 

      Before she could turn back to Lex, Aloisa found herself being engulfed in a tight hug. Lex’s arms were skinny — something she had teased him about along with his height — but he was strong. For a moment, Isa wrapped her arms back around him. She bit back any tears that threatened to fall. 

      When Lex let go, Isa found herself feeling cold. She already missed him. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said to her. Finding courage she hadn’t realized had been hidden deep inside of her, Isa rushed forward to give Alexandros a peck on the cheek. 

      “No,” she said to him, her small smile returning as she shook her head. “Let’s not say goodbye. Instead, until next time.” Neither child realized that until next time wouldn’t be for many, many years. Not until they would have faced the many hardships that life had to throw at them. Even then, they wouldn’t say goodbye. Instead: Until Next Time. 

Push 

my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

✦   Traveling the roads of Skyrim often had their dangers but for Alexandros and Xia most of those dangers were mundane. They could handle nearly everything. Together, they were almost unstoppable. 

      Alexandros hummed lightly as the two walked down the road. They were camped about half a mile back and were doing some scouting. With the sun setting, it was important to do this now so as not to be taken by surprise if there were any other campers — namely bandits — around. 

      “What are you humming?” Xia questioned, eyes narrowing as she looked at her companion. He turned to her, the biggest grin he could possibly have on his face. 

      “Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart!” 

      “No, stop that!” Xia exclaimed, gently pushing him away from her. That didn’t stop him, however, as he continued. 

      “I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes!” He knew she hated those songs, which amused him. He only ever sang them to get a reaction out of her, which she so gladly provided. And yet, as annoyed as she was, she was laughing. 

      “You are so annoying, you know that right?” Xia questioned him, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she did so. Lex just continued to grin. 

      “That’s why you love me so much,” he told her with a laugh. 

      “Yeah, whatever you say,” Xia muttered, smiling. 

      The cool night air was settling in now, but both were adequately dressed that they could really only feel it on their faces. Xia found it refreshing. She found herself looking up towards the sky, watching as the stars became visible. She loved this time of day. 

      “Watch out!” Xia was taken by surprise as she was suddenly pushed away. She stumbled, losing her footing, and fell to the ground. She wasted no time in turning around to see Lex with his sword against a bandit’s. What was more distressing, however, was the arrow sticking out of his right shoulder. 

      Xia was on her feet in seconds. She scanned the area for the source of the arrow. Not too far down the road was another bandit, bow in hand. They were already notching another arrow, aiming now towards Lex. She wasn’t about to let that happen again. 

      “Yol Toor Shul,” she shouted. Flames billowed from her mouth towards the bandit. He screamed as he was engulfed in the flames. She paid him no more mind before turning back to Lex and the bandit he was fighting. 

      Alexandros was a skilled warrior, there was no doubt about it, but he was currently injured. She could see his face wince every time that his blade collided with the bandit’s blade. She knew he could handle his own, even injured, but she wasn’t going to wait around and do nothing. 

      Xia quickly pulled out her blades and lunged towards the bandit. He stood absolutely no chance fighting off two skilled warriors. In a matter of seconds, the man was on the ground, dead. 

      “You idiot!” Xia exclaimed, “What were you thinking?” She turned to face Lex, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his left hand grasped around the arrow. He looked up at her, an infuriating smile on his face. 

      “You weren’t paying attention,” he teased her and then shrugged with his good shoulder. Xia was kneeling down next to him, examining the arrow in his shoulder. She frowned at his response. He was teasing her, but she still knew it was true. She hadn’t been paying attention. And Lex got shot because of it. That arrow had been meant for her. 

      “This is going to hurt,” she told him as she grabbed the arrow. 

      “It already hurts,” Lex laughed. She glared at him. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t make her feel any better. 

      “On the count of three,” she told him. She started counting, but when she got to two, she pulled it out. It hadn’t been in deep enough and pulling it out in one fell swoop was the best way to go about it. Lex let out a small yelp, but Xia remained focused on examining the injury. She didn’t have any healing abilities magic wise, but she always had some potions on her just in case. 

      Grabbing a bottle out of her satchel, she uncorked it and forced it into Lex’s hand. “Drink,” she ordered him. He did so, his face screwing up at the taste of it. While he did that, she wrapped his shoulder with a piece of cotton that she had torn off from her undershirt. Once everything was calmed and settled, the two sat there on the road, just catching their breath. 

      “You should have just let me get shot,” Xia told him. 

      “And what kind of friend would I be if I did that?” 

      “The kind that teaches their friends a lesson in paying attention?” Xia questioned, one of her eyebrows raised. Lex let out a bark of laughter. 

      “I think you’re learning that lesson just fine right now,” he told her then with a sincere smile. He then looked further down the road to the smoldering corpse. “Hmn. Would you look at that? With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.”

      “By the Eight!” Xia cried out, falling backward to lay in the road. She covered her face with her hands, trying to tune her best friend out. 

      “Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes!” He sang even louder. 

Gone

my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

✦   The desert was hot during the day, but freezing at night. Xia was having a hard time adjusting to the changes, but she sucked it up and dealt with it because of the letter she had received. Alexandros had been on his own and people were worried about him. 

      By the time that Xia managed to find him, he had already started to have his fever. He was delirious when she arrived, not even being able to recognize her when he saw her. She tried to treat him as best she could with what she had, but nothing seemed to work. She was getting more and more frustrating. She had tried to leave to get more ingredients, but she had feared leaving him alone. 

      Days had gone by and Xia was dabbing at his forehead with a damp cloth. He was sweating profusely, his body trying to fight off whatever infection that he had. Despite the sweating, he shivered. Xia pulled another blanket on top of him, trying to keep him comfortable. She tried to give him some water to drink, but he refused. His breathing was shallow and Xia was beginning to worry more than she had been before. 

      “Isa,” his voice was hoarse when he spoke. She looked at him, his different colored eyes open and glossy, but staring back at her. She gave him a small smile. 

      “Hey there, Lex,” she replied softly. It was the first time he had recognized her since she had come. And yes, he may have been using her old nickname, but it was the one he had always used for her. It was the one he knew so well. 

      “I missed you,” he told her. She let out a soft laugh and nodded. 

      “I missed you too. You’re out here being all crazy and mystic and haven’t bothered to write to me. You’re gonna have to make that up to me, you know,” Xia told him with a smile still on her face. He smiled as she brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face, it had stuck to his wet forehead. 

      “I’ll buy you a new horse,” he told her, “a silver one to match your hair.” He reached up slowly to brush at her hair in return. 

      “A new horse? I don’t think Shadowmere would like that very much,” Xia told him, laughing once more. 

      “Shadowmere? That demon still alive?” He laughed in return, but it soon turned into a cough. Xia once more brought water to his lips and this time he allowed himself to drink it. When he saw the crease between her eyebrows, furrowed and worried, he mentioned it. “You’re worried.” 

      “You’ve been sick for days, Lex. Nothing I’ve done is helping. I am very worried.” Xia sighed, placing the water down beside his bedroll. Lex nodded, closing his eyes once more. The longer he kept quiet and kept his eyes closed, the more Xia worried. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying his face. After about fifteen minutes, she tried to get his attention. 

      “Lex?” His mouth moved when she said his name. It took him a minute, but his eyes opened. 

      “Isa? I’ve missed you.” At his response, Xia couldn’t help but feel tears well up in her eyes. Still, she smiled in return. 

      “I’ve missed you too, dummy,” she told him. He smiled and nodded. 

      “Hey, Isa?” He questioned, reaching out to grab her hand. 

      “Yes, Lex?” She gave his hand a little squeeze. It felt so weak in her hands. 

      “This isn’t goodbye.” 

      “W-what do you mean?” She questioned him. It was such a strange thing to say, going on par with his mystic routine, but it worried her. 

      “This isn’t goodbye,” he reiterated. “I’m slipping… I can almost see Aetherius.” 

      “No. No, Lex. It’s not time. You’re still so young. You’ve got so much left to do,” she argued, but he was shaking his head at her. Her grip tightened still on his hand. She didn’t want him to go. He was one of her oldest friends. One of her best friends. He couldn’t leave her. 

      “It’s time,” he told her softly. He gave her a small smile, as reassuring as he could make it. His breath was getting more and more labored by the second. “I’ll see you again. Until next time.” 

      Lex said no more. He continued breathing for a couple of minutes, labored breathing still, and then there was nothing. Xia looked down at him, his face had relaxed, his eyes closed. His hand no longer held hers back. Xia found herself crying, sobbing. She reached out to put her hand against his cheek. 

      “Lex? Lex. Please. Please wake up.” But there was no response from him. It took a long time for her to calm herself enough to press a kiss to Lex’s forehead. 

      “Until next time.”

#☾☁ ❝to be or not to be❞ ➤ asks ☁☽ #☾✦ ❝you speak an infinate deal of nothing❞ ➤ fics ✦☽ #☾✦ xia silver-wing ✦☽ #☾❂ alexandros mede i ❂☽ #dionsblood #YOOO #LOOK AT THIS ANGST #the second one kind of sucks #but that last one? #damn #(also lowkey headcanon that their mothers got along splendidly) #PS I WROTE ALL OF THEM BECAUSE I CAN HA