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lovelybrooke · 3 months

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Platonic Yandere Hazbin Hotel Concept (pt.1)

Hello, this is based on this post here. Hope you enjoy, also feel free to request for Hazbin Hotel if you want.

Also, fair warning for hints of bad parenting and descriptions of death.

edit: no one mention I spelt the name wrong, got it?

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You weren't normal, you knew that from a young age. From when you fell out of a tree that you knew you shouldn't have been in, feeling the bones snap in your legs and your heart race. Even as a child, you knew you were doomed, watching as the sun slowly set, the stars grace the sky, and you alone as your breathing slowly stops.

You wake up in the hospital, days later, with your mom asleep beside you. Apparently your legs were fine and you passed out from shock. Your mom found you in your backyard hours later, cold and barely breathing. When you didn't wake up when the sun rose, your mom took you to the hospital, and now you're here.

You could barely hear you mothers lecture on the drive home as you sat in the back seat, thinking about the pain you swear you felt when you feel from that tree. Thinking about the snap you heard when your legs hit the ground. Thinking about the fear you felt when you remembered your mom wasn't home, and that no one was coming for you.

Things like that day would happen again and again. You'd cut your hand, bandage it, and the next morning you'd wake up with it completely gone. You'd eat something that your stomach and throat didn't agree with at all, only to be gifted with a beautiful breath of fresh air at the very last second. You'd once even got into your mom's wine when she was sleeping, feeling completely sick but too scared to tell her, only to wake up the next morning completely fine.

You weren't normal, you knew that from a young age. And when you were in your junior year of high school, you knew that the best. When you were walking home from school, it dark and cold in the winter night. You traveled along the road looking for any sign of your mom's car, but in the dark you couldn't see anything, not even the car swerving right towards you. The headlights were so bright that in those last few seconds, you felt warm. But then you were cold again, as you lay on the icy road, the blood left your body and you breathed your final breath.

You awoke in a strange and unfamiliar place, the lights bright but radiating no warmth. It was like the cities you see in movies, strange people and sounds everywhere. You were still recovering from the shock, your breathing quick and erratic. You tried to ignore the stares on you as you raced to find a place to hide. You could hear people scream at you, try to grab on to you, but you just keep moving.

Eventually you find a door, and despite your better judgement you went through it. As you slammed the door close behind you, you couldn't help realize that this place was much calmer. It was so strange, how instantly you felt like this place was so different. For a moment, all you did was stand and look around the room, noticing a bar, a fireplace, and a front desk. You've never been to a hotel before, but this is what you imagined it would look like, minus all the macabre imagery. You would've just remained there in the entrance if wasn't for some strange looking creature, pink with four arms, entering the room and giving you a strange look.

"Charlie? What the fuck is a human doing here" he yelled, and for a second you wanted to crawl into your skin. He was so tall, nearly blocking your view of the much more normal looking woman crashing in, looking just as confused as the man in front of you. Followed by her was yet another woman, who looked more angry than confused. The original woman, the one you assumed to be Charlie, carefully stepped up next to the strange, four armed creature.

"Uh--I don't know..." She mumbled, staring you up and down. You don't know what to do in the situation, what to say or even what to do.

"Where am I?" You whisper out. It felt like the first time you talked in hours, your throat sore a rough. "Why am I here?" you whisper again only slightly louder. You could feel their judging gazes on you.

"Sorry buddy, you're in hell." The pink one said, getting a side eye from Charlie. "Angel!" She yelled, clearly wanting him to shut up. He, Angel, shrugged, clearly loosing interest and walking away. Charlie could judge by the look on your face that you were clearly distressed, sweat deeding down your face while you stare into space.

"Hey, don't worry, we all have to die sometime." She attempts to comfort you, rubbing you back gently. You don't feel comforted though, you feel confused. You don't feel dead, more like your mind is in a different place, separate from your body. "You don't...look dead though." She wondered aloud.

"Charlie, what are we gonna do with them." The other woman said. She looked more intimidating than the others, her voice alone making you shiver slightly. "We can't just--keep a human here." She tried to whisper the last part, but you heard it clearly.

"Vaggie! We can't just abandon them!" Charlie exclaimed, grasping the other's shoulders tight. At this point you felt like more of a side thought. "Plus, if a humans down here, they're probably dead so..." Neither of them were good at being subtle were they. After whispering a bit to each other, Charlie took a deep breath and faced you. "Hi! My Names Charlie Morningstar! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

You introduced yourself, explained you situation, keeping out your suspicious history of not really being able to die. Maybe you were just really lucky, you thought, and that your luck just ran out. The Hotel wasn't that bad, and out of all the places you could spend you time, it was probably the best. You still couldn't get over the fact that you really didn't feel dead, almost like you were lost but couldn't remember where you trying to go in the first place. Everyone in hell looked so--unique was probably the best word, but you looked the same as the day you died. Charlie told you that it wasn't anything you should worry about, but it still made you stick out like a sore thumb.

Speaking of Charlie, she became a really great friend. She was very concerned with you fitting in with the others at the Hotel, even if it was a struggle. You mainly just sticked to yourself, since you didn't feel comfortable leaving the hotel. Every once in a while, you'd hang out at the bar, where you met the bartender Husk. He was nice, at least nice enough to make you alcohol free drinks, almost being able to sense your aversion to alcohol. Sometime you'd see Angel there, mainly after work. He never told you what he did for work, but you could assume, not like it was your place to judge him. You grew closer to Vaggie as you grew closer to Charlie. They cared about each other, it was very nice to see. It made the Hotel feel just a little bit warmer. You even got to meet the little housekeeper named Niffty, who was definitely a character.

Though you often have the feeling that you're missing someone. It wasn't until a few weeks into your stay at the Hotel that you actually got to meet Alastor. He was--creepy, and you couldn't get over the feeling that he knows too much about you. You don't miss the scared looks the others have then he's around, or the predatory gaze he gives you often. But you choose not to think about it, since other than his more than strange behavior, he's pretty kind.

Your stay at the Hazbin Hotel is overall, a nice one, though pretty reliant on you ignoring the whispering in the walls and the strange feeling that you're always being watched. Every day you're here, you feel your mind become more hazy, barely being able to pay attention, and if it wasn't for the others, you feel as though you'd loose yourself completely.

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A/n: sorry for the abrupt ending, Tumblr couldn't handle my ramblings. I'll try to get part 2 out soon, which will focus more on the characters rather than lore. Sorry if this wasn't what you expected.

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etheries1015 · 4 months

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What about Diasomnia going into MC's dream? They had been through Lilias time of war and magic, his tragic backstory and beautiful history, and suddenly they were in your...much less "exciting" world.

A boring life seemed to be a harsh description of what your world was, but there wasn't many other words to properly describe your world and your life. The reality was as such; boring. Every day was the same - work whatever that may have been, home. Work, home. Work, home. And although you may have had people around you, there wasn't ever truly a time you seemed to be...happy.

A lonely life. A boring, magicless, mundane, and slow life. That was how you would describe your world- the color grey, vibrant hues stripped from its core leaving behind a shadow that never seemed to leave your side.

Of course, there wasn't anything inherently wrong about living a slow and boring life; however it just never seemed to feel right to you, experiencing little to no excitement, no danger, no risks...the place you felt most at home was the comfort of your own mind.

You seldom spoke about your life prior to Twisted Wonderland to any who would inquire, you had a laid out response every time someone asked;

"There isn't much of a story to tell."

And suddenly they, Lilia sebek and Silver, were standing in front of you.

You, who was sobbing into your hands inconsolable.

You, who was absolutely miserable

This wasn't their fun sunshine prefect they knew,

This was a shell of a person who hated their mundane life.

Sebek Lilia and Silver all stared at you from a distance as you simply stared at the sky with a somber twinkle in your eyes. It was useless to come up to you- there was no way you'd understand where they had come from, and no way you remembered magic. Instead of marveling at the prospect of being inside a place completely opposite of Twisted Wonderland, they were instead silent in their sadness staring at the prefect they had come to love.

You looked up at the sky which was turning dark, taking notice of a singular star that had planted itself directly above you. This star was particularly beautiful- beautiful enough for you to decide that perhaps it had the properties to bring you peace of mind.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," You hesitated before letting out a breathy chuckle while shaking your head, almost as if you were making fun of yourself for speaking such words.

"I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Another stretch of hesitance reigned as you simply stared at the dark sky, contemplating whether or not it was worth trying. You seemed to have made up your mind, letting out a sigh and offering your wish to the star.

"Please, just...Send me somewhere. Anywhere but this place."

A moment of silence seemed to tease you at your request, and you sighed yet another pathetically melancholy sigh. The three boys truly pitied the sight before them. Although not a backstory of betrayal, war, or fantasy, seeing you so disheveled and in a state of disrepair was a different kind of tragedy.

The silence that rang was rudely interrupted by the sound of clicking against the ground and a neigh of a horse- you didnt have a moment to realize what was happening until it was far too late. You stood up in a mere second of panic as you saw a horse with a carriage in tow, a large black carriage you hadn't even a split second to notice the details.

You heard the sound of voices calling out your name

Before the carriage had come and made impact

ultimately granting your wish.

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astariontopofme · 7 months

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Hi! I loved your Astarion fic very much!! You really captured him very well! :D I would love to request a fic where Tav/Reader invites Astarion to watch the sunset with them and just have a sweet time together without obligation of anything more. Thank you! ❤️

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐬 🌞 (Astarion x GN!MC)

A/N: I took this prompt and ran too far with a bit of angst, I apologise. There’s still fluff I promise! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.3k

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Alone and miserable was exactly how Astarion intended to spend his evening.

He was growing a little tired of these long days ending in disappointment. They had been on the receiving end of some particularly brutal attacks that afternoon, each one adding to the ever lengthening delay on their mission to find a cure for their tadpoles.

It seemed there wasn’t an end in sight, their days repeatedly starting and finishing the same way. The worst part about it for him was his confliction when it came to the matter at hand. One minute he was determined and dead set on finding someone or something that could remove the tadpole, and the next minute he was absorbed by the actuality that the tadpole had given him the happiest moments of his prolonged life.

One of those moments being the warmth of the sun on his cold skin.

He couldn’t imagine being stripped of such luxury again, locked in the shadows until the harshly cold moon replaced the flourishing gold beams that it blessed upon the world. The very thought left him in a slight state of panic if ever he dwelled on it long enough. Everyone else was yearning for the solution to their infections, which was fair. It hadn’t brought anyone but himself any joy, just a disruption to their lives.

Which was why these thoughts were always kept to himself. He didn’t want to hear about how ‘everything would be okay’ or the irritating default ‘cheer up’ phrases. It wasn’t as simple as just seeing the bright side of ridding himself of the tadpole. Sure, it would eliminate the chances of being turned into something he didn’t want to become, but removing it would turn him back into his old self, something else he didn’t want to be.

The very thought of avoiding the daylight made him feel ill. He hadn’t expected to be so attached to it when he first realised the warmth on his skin wasn’t cooking him alive. Two hundred years of darkness was what he had no choice but to be used to. He knows how to live out his life that way, but he didn’t want to.

He just wanted to be free.

So as he could hear the rest of the camp making their attempts at cheering each other up, Astarion sat in his lonely little tent, slowly waving his hand in the strip of honey-like light that had invited itself in through the gap of the tent’s entrance. He almost wanted it to start burning him, just to prepare him for his impending intolerance to the beauty cascading a rich bronze hue across his deathly pale skin.

Judging by the deep shade of the soothing beam, the sun was beginning its daily journey to another part of the world. The nights were always a little difficult when he got in his head like this. Every glance at the stars shimmering in contrast to the ebony sky made him wonder if that had been his last day in the warmth before someone excitedly presented him with a cure he only half wanted.

Just as he felt himself starting to spiral uncontrollably, his tent was suddenly deprived of its sliver of warm light. Before he could tell whoever had come to bother him to leave him alone, a familiarly soft yet strong hand clasped itself around his, tugging him out of his solitary as his knees crashed into the hard ground. He was ready to start shouting at whoever had the sheer audacity to pull him around like that, but as he looked up from his knees he was met with a contagiously joyous smile.

Whatever Tav was so happy about must not have reached the others, most of them sitting around the start of a fire and barely looking any happier than he felt. The misplaced display of glee was almost irritating him, but the irritation was fizzling out quickly, as it always seemed to do with his partner.

Gods he was getting soft.

Doing his best to be stern after being so unexpectedly manhandled, he put on his best frown. “What on earth was that for?!”

Still, the look of delight before him did not falter. If anything they looked even more pleased that he was in a bad mood.

The same hand that had kidnapped him from the confines of his tent reached out to help him up. Being the ever so petty man that he could proudly be, Astarion completely ignored it and dragged himself up to his feet, being sure to scoff as he brushed the dirt from his knees.

“Come on,” his over excited companion commanded.

Astarion raised an eyebrow at them. “Come on, what?”

Before his tongue had even hit the roof of his mouth to exaggerate the T at the end of what, he watched his partner turn around quickly, darting off into the woods surrounding the camp.

Although their actions hadn’t exerted any will within him to now go and spend time with them, he wasn’t prepared to let them scurry off into the woods alone before it got dark. He quickly grabbed a small dagger from a stool outside his tent and hastily set forth to catch up to them. Sure, he was a little pissed, but he was too protective of them to retreat back into his tent and stew in his misery.

It didn’t take him long to catch up, despite how quickly his partner was speed walking through the trees. Wherever they were going, they were clearly in some kind of hurry.

“Will you slow down,” Astarion hissed. “Where in the hells are you going?!”

Tav simply continued without a word, stopping very suddenly at the edge of the forest. There was quite a drop only a few feet in front of them, and Astarion found himself automatically reaching out to grab the back of his partner's top, despite the fact that they had already come to a halt.

“I knew this would be the perfect place,” Tav exclaimed with an accomplished grin.

Astarion couldn’t help but hope that this wasn’t what he thought it was. He wasn’t entirely in the mood to try and be interested in sex right at this very moment in time, nor was it the most comfortable looking place for it.

“Look, I enjoy your body a great deal, but I’m not really-”

Tav’s gaze shot straight up to him, the smile dropping from their face. “I…I didn’t bring you here for sex, Astarion,” they explained innocently. “You know that’s not all I want from you…don’t you?”

Astarion didn’t know how to answer this. He had spent so much of his life being used to lure people to their doom with sex that he still couldn’t decipher between being appreciated and being used. It was a difficult area in their new relationship that they both knew would take time and plenty of reassurance. He trusted his partner a great deal, more than he had ever been able to trust a person before in his life.

After a few awkwardly silent minutes went by, Tav cut the tension by pointing out towards a body of water in the distance. “I wanted you to watch with me,” they murmured quietly, crossing one leg over the other to sit on the hard ground.

Astarion watched as the deeply orange sun was slowly approaching the water, reflecting itself on the surface like fire dancing over ice. It was a rather breathtaking sight, one that forced his legs to follow the same crossing motion to sit beside his partner and bask in such a beautiful sight.

Despite the earlier downward spiral into his fear of sun deprivation, he had never felt so soothed and relaxed by such simplicity. He hadn’t yet watched a sunset, which was usually down to missing it whilst journeying back to camp. The brightest star in the sky was sinking away, emanating a golden sheet across everything that surrounded them. It was almost hypnotic just how fascinating the sight truly was.

Any resentment he had for being dragged out of his tent against his will had dissolved almost instantly. This relationship thing was still all very new to him, and his biggest obstacle was understanding, which was difficult as there were so many things he just didn’t understand. The main one being Tav’s interest in him.

Even he couldn’t deny that he could be a bit of a negative bastard at the best of times, and yet this ridiculously patient person he found himself to be enamoured with wanted to share such a beautiful and intimate moment with him without the obligation of intercourse. They really did care about him.

But for how long?

If they were to eventually find a cure, Astarion was almost certain that he’d lose something far more valuable to him than the sun. Why would such a bright soul want to spend the rest of their life with him in the shadows?

He tore his gaze away from the descending sun to glance at his partner, only to find them already looking at him.

“Isn’t it lovely,” they whispered quietly, as if raising their voice would scare the beauty away.

Astarion swallowed a hard lump in his throat, not knowing how to answer that question. It was lovely, but he wasn’t just thinking that of the sunset.

Before he could catch his tongue, he blurted out a question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to. “Are you going to leave?”

Once again, Tav’s content smile faded into a small and confused frown. “Leave? Leave what?”

He could hear his conscience shouting at him to just shut up and quit being so pathetic, but his mouth seemed to overrule it. He needed some sense of security.

“Me.”

The hurt look on the face that had recently become his favourite caused his cold heart to squeeze in his chest. He didn’t want to come across so accusingly, but he wasn’t exactly accustomed to loyalty. Nobody had cared for him the way they did, yet as much as he was afraid that they would eventually grow tired of him, he wouldn’t ever be surprised if they did as he just didn’t expect much from people.

Judging by the sudden sadness in those fascinating eyes, Tav hadn’t actually thought about it in the way he had. “You think I’m going to leave you when you can no longer walk in the sun,” they questioned, though it came out as more of a statement.

Astarion didn’t verbally respond, but the way his body tensed up at the thought was enough of an answer for his partner. Tav shuffled over a little, sitting closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his leg. Their piercing stare bored into him, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes with his.

Still, Tav spoke so softly that it almost made Astarion uncomfortable. “If I had plans to leave you after these tadpoles are gone, then I wouldn’t have bothered with you in the first place. I know what you are, Astarion. I know what comes with being a vampire. That’s not going to change how I feel about you.”

He couldn’t suppress the frustrated sigh that escaped him. “That’s easy for you to say now,” he said, surprisingly calm. “But when you’re confined to the darkness-”

“I’ll still love you.”

It was the first use of the word between the couple. A word Astarion didn’t have a lot of experience with, which was why he couldn’t decipher between whether the feeling in his chest when he heard the intimidating word was a reciprocating feeling of love or whether he was dying on the spot. His eyes snapped back to his partner, but they were now staring off towards the water again, watching as the sun disappeared into the horizon and took its warmth with it.

Yet he still felt warmth. It was growing almost painfully in his chest as his heart thumped at an alarming rate. Any time he had heard someone explain what love felt like, the word warmth had almost always come up.

“The sun’s gone,” Tav whispered quietly, taking his hand. “And I don’t feel any differently. I mean it, Astarion. I love you.”

Astarion’s whole mouth felt like cotton. He did love them, he could physically feel it within him. But he was afraid that the words could not form yet. Sure, he’d falsely told people he loved them for manipulation purposes, but real love was a huge step for him, and he felt he needed to truly understand its meaning before he could declare such a thing back.

“You don’t need to say anything,” his partner reassured him softly, picking up on his dilemma.

He swallowed hard. “It’s not that I don’t-”

“I know.”

Their eyes finally met, something different presenting itself between them. It felt as though their relationship had taken on a new meaning, one that slightly soothed that voice in his head telling him he was going to end up alone when their mission was over. He just couldn’t believe he had found such a remarkable soul in such a strange and life threatening situation.

Though he couldn’t use the word love just yet, he couldn’t let this moment end with his silence. He knew that he could feel it, and he needed them to know that.

“I’ve always heard the phrase that home is where the heart is…and I never really understood it before now,” he began to conclude. “Nothing ever felt like home to me. Not Baldur’s Gate, and certainly not Cazador’s palace.”

He reached his free hand up to cup Tav’s cheek, his thumb absentmindedly brushing across their slightly blushed skin as they melted into his touch.

“But you…I have a home in you.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this fic! This is my first time writing with a gender neutral character so please be kind if I’ve made any mistakes!

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malleleothreesome · 6 months

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Femdom!Reader x Sub!Malleus Draconia

💚 summary: Malleus grovels before you as you sit upon his throne in the Diasomnia dorm lounge ༶༶༶ 💚 warnings: afab fem reader, no pronouns (use of you/your) but Malleus does refer to you as his Queen. Malleus has two cocks, consensual bdsm scene, all actions taken agreed upon offscreen prior to starting and are within Malleus' boundaries, collar & leash, you use him as a footrest, use of good/bad boy, you slap him (it doesn't hurt), punishment: you masturbate in front of him, edging (him), orgasm denial (him), face sitting cunnilingus, vagina stretching spell, breeding, creampie, aftercare ༶༶༶ 💚 word count: 4.5k words ripped from my tortured soul

Oh, how easy it was to turn the powerful, brooding future King of Briar Valley into a needy, desperately loyal little puppy. Completely dependent on your attention—and your touch. Who could have known he would fall so deeply—and wretchedly—in love with the first girl who didn’t run away? After centuries of Malleus walking alone under the dark void of night, you came and filled the sky with bright, twinkling stars. From the very second he was met with your crinkled, smiling eyes—a far cry from the usual look of dread—he was yours, and yours alone. Without a second thought, you’ve folded him into your sweet embrace, promising eternity. You’ve taken it upon yourself to fill his days with love, companionship, happiness—things he has indeed always deserved, but all of which, until now, were missing entirely.

You were inseparable. When he wasn’t tending to Kingly duties, he could be found close behind you, clinging to your comfort and familiarity. Malleus always admired your confidence, strength, and what seemed to be sheer fearlessness. You packed a lot of spunk in that tiny, mortal body of yours. You were determined to get the other students to accept him—you would have done it by force if you’d had to. (You didn’t have to. You were far too clever for that.)

He was your plus one, always. You introduced him with such adoration, that any preconceived ideas of him were pushed aside without much thought. If someone dared question his presence, you’d make an example of their rude presumptions. All the while, Malleus towered sheepishly behind you, blushing, and elated. You were the only one in his life who truly saw him.

Dominance was Malleus’ birthright. His ability to command inferiority and trepidation from every single person in a room was an unwanted side effect that had been passed down for generations. Dominance is a role he was forced into by his Kingdom—it’s all he’d ever known. But then, there was you. The way you stand up to and for him with no fear or hesitation. The way you simultaneously treat him like he’s Just Some Guy, and also the most precious treasure in the world. Watching you take the lead makes his heart race—and loins ache—faster and deeper than anything before. He was absolutely desperate for you to take advantage.

So there you were, sitting on Malleus’ throne in the Diasomnia lounge, in the depths of the night. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms. The Prince of Thorns was kneeling before you, his alabaster face enveloped in the faint purple and green glow that danced around the throne—the only source of light in an otherwise pitch black room. Your feet—costumed in 6-inch, dagger-like heels that might be lethal to both body and soul—rest heavy on his shoulders. If only Malleus’ ancestors could see their tyrannizing heir being used as a footrest by a common human…

Your lingerie is devoid in the places it matters most—a corset that leaves your breasts propped up and completely exposed, panties with a slit that perfectly frames your exposed, wet cunt. So close, yet so far away. A flick of his forked, serpent-like tongue slips out of his mouth. His eyes get lost in the view. For you, he would reduce himself down to just a tongue—how he yearns to be useful. His twin cocks create a prominent bulge against his tight, leather pants. You keep a short, firm grip on the leash that connects to the patent black collar around his neck.

“What are you looking at?” You ask rhetorically, taking your right foot off his shoulder and placing the toe of your stiletto against his forehead, forcing his gaze to meet yours. You let it linger there, making a point: The feared crown Prince of Briar Valley is beneath you.

His heart stammers and he gulps, lips parted but unable to form an answer. A low moan escapes his throat, eyelids fluttering closed—this is pure ecstacy. Unfiltered submission. Total loss of control. Absolute surrender. It was intoxicating. He had no control of his body, and he could hardly form a coherent thought. His cock muscles begin to flex against his pants, as his desperation to create friction shows face.

But it’s not time for relief or release. You yank his collar, forcing his face toward you. “Bad boy!” you purr, through gritted teeth, slapping him hard across the cheek. “Did I give you permission for pleasure?”

His eyes roll back, hand instinctively rushing to his cheek. Not to tend to the wound—to relish in the feeling of your touch. The slap didn’t hurt, but the sheer audacity of the move was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. In his long life, no one had ever dared challenge him in such a way. You loved how your precious Malleus showed his emotions so plainly on his face. A strong wave of arousal flooded your nervous system as you admired his flushed face. His eyes had gone hazy, drool glistened on the corners of his mouth, which had curled into the lewdest smile you’d ever seen. There was no doubt—he was getting off to this.

You yank the leash again, forcing him out of sexual gratification. “What a shame.” You look down at him with so much contempt that he winces. You almost wanted to break the scene and comfort him, but these were the rules. This was what he wanted.

You continue to follow through with your punishment, reminding him of his place and purpose in the bedroom: service and obedience. You take a deep breath and sigh. "I was really looking forward to using that pretty face of yours to make myself cum. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

You remove your feet from his body, bracing them on the seat of the throne and spreading your legs in one smooth motion. His pout transitions into a dropped jaw as your free hand crawls down your stomach to spread your labia apart. You hold his eye contact and you see his slitted pupils dilate. You begin to draw slow, sensual circles around your clit.

Every neuron fires off in delicious agony, screaming that he should be the one pleasuring you. His heart aches—he vowed to himself that his Queen shouldn’t have to lift a finger as long as he was around. Malleus was holistically devoted; your pleasure has become his entire purpose.

He dedicated his days to chasing the high of your smiles and his nights to getting drunk off of your moans. He didn’t deserve to revel in your precious light, but you let him in without a second thought. That was just the type of person his beloved human was, and for that, he would serve you until his last breath.

But now he had to sit idly and watch as you enjoyed yourself without him. What a beautiful torture. A fitting punishment. Perfect for stripping away his ego, forcing him out of everything he knew, all while reminding him of his subservient status. As much as it hurt him… he craved moments like these.

Malleus studies your movements carefully, internalizing every detail of how you pleasure yourself. The way you slid your middle finger up through your delicate folds, gathering the slick of your own arousal for lubrication. How you alternate between light flicks on your clit and flat, rapid rubbing with two fingers. The way you allow yourself to become absorbed in your lechery.

You’re sure to drag out Malleus’ punishment, taking time to honor every part of yourself. You explore every surface of your body, through your hair, teasing your hardened nipples on the way back down to your cunt. What a naughty tease. How beautiful it was to watch your vulva swell as you got closer and closer to orgasm. His heart raced, breath running ragged as he became consumed by theories of what you could be thinking of to bring yourself closer to the edge. Were you thinking about him? What dirty fantasy about him would transform your pleasure, forcing you to the point of no return?

Whatever it was, you couldn’t fight it. Your eyes widened, and Malleus watched as you wrapped his leash around your wrist to grip the armrest of his throne, holding on for dear life as you rode out the high of your orgasm. Malleus made a tight fist with his right hand, digging his nails into his palm to prevent himself from cumming too, just from the sight of you. There was no bigger turn-on than seeing you receive the pleasure you deserve. It had been weeks since his Queen had allowed him to cum. His balls were desperate to release—even a nipple poking through your t-shirt was enough to feel like he was edging.

Currently, it was taking every fiber of his being not to slip up. He was ever careful not to take any action that his Queen would consider stepping out of line, lest his orgasm be denied further. But that look on your face… every sound of pleasure from your sweet lips… every involuntary twitch of your legs and each curl of your toes—safely filed away in his mind to replay when his Queen finally gives him permission to cum.

“What a good boy you were. I know that was hard for you.”

You sit back up on the throne, leaning towards Malleus’ face, smiling sweetly as you let your smug, cunning eyes tell a different story. You know you’re driving him mad—and you’re goddamn proud of it. You lean even closer, lifting his chin with your blood-red, manicured fingertips. You can’t help but giggle as you poke and prod, rubbing his pale, soft cheeks with your thumb, dragging your fingernail along his pointed ear. His blush deepens. You lift his upper lip up with one teasing finger, admiring his cute little fangs.

“How adorable you are. My perfect little obedient pet. My perfect lover. I love everything about you.”

You settle back into the chair, cheek resting on your fist, face arranged in a coy little smile.

“You may speak.”

A faint, “T-thank you, m-my Queen” is all he can muster before dropping eye contact and falling silent again, cheeks sizzling. He doesn’t know how to process your earnest adoration.

“Aw, is that the best you can do? I can only hope you have more to say when giving a royal address, or appearing before the faerie courts. Let’s hope the domestication of a future King isn’t grounds for dethronement. By a human, no less.”

You both know Malleus remains ever-so-diligently authoritative when it comes to his duties to his Kingdom—it’s one of the reasons you felt so honored how eager Malleus was to lower himself for both of your pleasure.

“You know, I don’t like punishing you when you’re a bad boy. I want to take care of you, too.” You yank his leash in a final act of correction, watching his upper body stumble forwards once again. “Don’t make me do it again, or I swear on the Seven you will not like what follows. Now lay on your back. I’m not even close to being satisfied.”

Without hesitation, Malleus falls to the floor. Another place you shouldn’t find a powerful crown Prince: laying on the cold, hard, dirty ground. He wears a stupid smile on his face—he knows what’s coming. Rolling your eyes, you get in position; feet framing his eager face, offering a direct bird’s-eye view of your plump, glistening cunt. Slowly lowering yourself into a squat above his face, you purr, “beg for it.”

He can smell the musk of your pussy and his cocks throb painfully against his pants. His heart races, eyes once again hazy with arousal, mouth completely agape. His body twitches—he’s already edging. I guess a month of being denied orgasm will do that.

He looks up at you, eyes watering, lip quivering, hands in tight fists as he fights the urge to touch himself. He closes his eyes, savoring the warmth radiating from your cunt, and deeply inhales your scent. A deep, warm exhale swirls around your clit—still sensitive from your first orgasm—which sends a surge of electricity through your entire nervous system. You can’t help but shudder.

The corners of his lips curve upward, his ego is beginning to show itself again. You yank his leash upwards, meeting his eyes with a narrowed stare. Malleus knows the drill. He doesn't want his Queen's kindness to turn cold, after all. He gulps, all arrogance vanishing in an instant. You relax your grip.

A pathetic whine accompanies his plea: deep, smooth, and dripping with arousal. "Please," he begins. His eyes are wide and his lip trembles, desperate to satisfy his Queen. "I will worship your beautiful body. I will show you my love, my loyalty, my devotion, with the entirety of my being. My tongue will show you my adoration and gratitude. Please..." he begs and whimpers, more pathetic with each word.

"You're drooling." You wipe his mouth with your thumb, smearing it across his lips and forcing them apart. You stick your thumb into his mouth, on which he sucks hungrily. You can't help but smile—he really is greedy for your love. "Such a filthy, desperate, pitiful, whiny boy."

His eyelids flutter and he moans, loving how your words make him feel. His cocky, confident demeanor completely dissipates as you degrade him. He's a complete mess, completely dependent on your words and your touch. The second your finger is out of his mouth, he begins begging again, more frantically. "Please. Sit on my face. I want to be useful. I want to make you feel good. Please, please, use my mouth, I want to make you cum. I want to be covered in your essence. I want to taste the sweetness of your arousal. I want to drink it up, and breathe you in. I want to be completely engulfed in the warmth of your cunt. Please, my Queen. Use me for your pleasure. Let me worship your pussy.”

"You may."

Those two words felt electric. Malleus' heart raced and his cocks leaked and his eyes rolled back, lost in the euphoria of this moment. His arms reach around to squeeze the sides of your thighs, pulling your dripping cunt to his face before you could change your mind. A demanding action like that normally wouldn’t have been allowed, but you were already losing yourself to pleasure.

He pressed his nose into your pubic bone, licking at every inch of skin he could reach. Malleus wastes no time giving his Queen exactly what she wants. His tongue strokes up and down your pulsing pussy, lapping up your wetness and savoring every taste. His eyelids flutter in carnal ecstasy and his mind floats away, primal instincts taking over. Breathing deeply through his nose, practically drowning in your scent, a moan escapes his lips. He licks faster, swirling his tongue around your clit. He looks up, moaning again as he takes in the view: the plump undersides of your breasts bouncing lightly with every lick, fire-red fingernails squeezing your right nipple, your head thrown back in unmistakable pleasure. His moan pulsates against your soaking wet pussy, intensifying your pleasure to something even more carnal. Your pelvis—suddenly with a mind of its own—thrusts and grinds against his tongue.

He's hungry and messy, but he knows exactly how to please you. You run your fingers through his dark, sweaty bangs, pushing his hair back to expose the gorgeous scales hidden on his forehead. You hold onto his horns like a saddle, taking back some control.

"You're such a good boy, Malleus. Keep going." His long, forked tongue is immediately thrust inside of you, desperate to gather up every bit of slick from your last orgasm. You can feel his thick tongue prod against your sensitive, contracting walls as he eagerly laps up your sweet, musky juices. His tongue could do things a mortal man couldn’t dream of. You grind down harder, pushing his face further into you.

Arching your back, his tongue continues to devour you, licking and sucking with primal desperation. He licks the entire length of your vulva and then sucks his way up your labia, finishing his trail with a wet “pop,” leaving your clit swollen and throbbing. He revisits your labia with his entire mouth, sucking it taut and letting it go. The sensation of the blood rushing back is divine, and your whole body shivers. You’re so close. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your plush thighs, holding on for dear life as his adrenaline pulses through every blood vessel.

Your moans are music to his ears, and he wants more. He sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue, flicking and licking up and down, positioning it safely between the fork of his tongue. It's too much, but you want more. He vibrates his tongue, sending shockwaves up and down your spine. Your leg muscles twitch and your breath catches. He can tell that you're almost there, and his cocks throb harder than ever. He’s desperate to cum when you do.

"Don't cum." You read his mind. "If you obey me, I'll let you cum in my womb."

He moans loudly, and his hips involuntarily jerk upward, trying to find friction in the air. His cocks are dripping, his pants soaked with clear, sticky precum. He feels so hot and needy, it's almost painful. But he loves it. The idea of finally releasing into you—his Queen. His love. His entire universe. If he could cum right now, he'd fill you to the brim, and then some. He'd give you the family you've always wanted. He'd make sure you'd never want for anything else. He'd give you everything in his universe, just like he promised.

Malleus can't help but whimper as you pull his hair, forcing his mouth back against your pussy. "Focus," you remind him. You can feel him nod, and then his tongue is back to work, licking, sucking, and flicking your clit, vibrating his tongue and moaning against your folds, the sound muffled by your flesh.

"You're such a good boy," you praise him. His eyes roll back and he moans even louder, sending vibrations up through your pussy. "Mmm... that's a good boy, Malleus. Such a good boy." He's getting sloppy, moaning and whimpering and bucking his hips uncontrollably. "You're so needy. Just a little more... a little longer. I'm close. Don't stop. Make me cum."

You feel his fingers digging into your flesh, his whole body is trembling. His face is red, and tears stream down his cheeks. His cocks ache—he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

For his finishing move, he pulls your clit between his lips and begins to suck, swirling his tongue around, and then flicking the tip. He vibrates his tongue as hard and as fast as he can, sending shockwave after shockwave straight through you until you’re completely uninhibited. You shudder and convulse, completely lost in orgasmic ecstasy. “MALLEUS,” you scream, cumming so hard that your juices squirt into his mouth and run down his chin. He shoves his tongue deep within your pussy, feeling your walls contract around him, lapping up the sweet, sticky liquid as it releases. He's in Heaven. His eyes are closed, breathing ragged, his chest heaves. He's panting, covered in sweat. His cocks twitch, and his balls ache, but he wouldn't dare let himself go over the edge. His prize awaits.

You crawl away from this face, legs wobbling and mind scrambling to catch up. Looking back at him, you see smudged eyeliner, swollen lips, and a face glistening in your juices. His chest heaves, cocks leaking with desperate arousal. He looks so pitiful, completely lost in the throes of carnal desire. He meets your gaze, his eyes out of focus. Small, desperate whimpers escape his lips. He's desperate for your touch—and you love seeing him this way.

You slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one, taking the time to appreciate each reveal of toned muscle. He's so beautiful. Pure. Innocent. Perfect. You run your fingers down his chest, feeling the smooth, firm skin, and the rise and fall of his chest. His nipples are hard, and you can't resist. You tease them with your red, stiletto fingertips, feeling him shudder under your touch. He's so cute when he's aroused.

"M-my Queen..." he mumbles, and you know exactly what he wants. You kiss his chest, he moans. Arching his back, his hips buck forward, and a frustrated groan exits his airway. You kiss his nipples, playfully sucking, then a quick nibble. He cries out, body trembling, cocks twitching with excitement.

"Patience, my love," you coo. "You’ll get your reward."

You trail kisses down his torso as he squirms beneath you. His cocks are painfully hard. By the time you reach the waistband of his pants, his entire being is begging for you to take them off. In the same moment you’ve tugged the zipper down, his cocks spring free, bouncing against his abdomen. They're hard as rocks, covered in precum, and twitching with need. He's whimpering, and you know he can’t hold on much longer.

Slipping his pants down, you free his legs of their final constraint. You look up to find him gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. He's so beyond ready for release. You climb back up him, straddling his hips, careful not to make contact with either cock—you don't want him to cum just yet. Not before he fills you up, and makes you his.

"I want to take both of them. I don't want to waste a single drop." This is new. Usually it’s one cock inside of you while you jerk the other off or rub it against your clit. Two at once require a bit of fae magic. He nods, shuddering. Reaching up, his fingers brush against your pussy. His gasp is voracious—he felt how soaking wet you are. His hand glows green and he pushes two fingers into your tight little pussy, his magic spreading inside of you. It tingles in the best way. You feel like you're being filled up with warmth and love and ecstacy. Your body buzzes, pussy throbbing. As his magic begins to take effect, he adds two more fingers, your pussy eagerly and willingly stretching to accommodate his entire fist. Euphoria courses through your veins.

“Give yourself to me. Fill me up with every last bit of you. Make me see stars.”

Finally, permission.

In one swift motion, Malleus removes his fist and plunges both pulsing, throbbing, needing cocks inside of your enchanted pussy. Within an instant, Malleus can't hold back any longer. He erupts, and a guttural moan escapes his lungs as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His whole body convulses, hips jerking violently, pumping his hot, sticky, viscous essence deep within your womb. Your eyes roll back, feeling his thick, warm cum paint your insides. The sheer force of his orgasm pushes you over the edge, and you cum for the third time that night, your walls clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. The feeling is almost indescribable—both of your aching bodies become one, pleasure and cum filling you to the absolute brim. He pummels you again and again, your eyes rolling back, jaw slack, holding on for dear life.

He's continues to cum—it's been a month, after all. His moans are desperate, his breathing ragged. His hips buck, and his body trembles. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass cheeks, pulling you flush against him. He can't get enough. His head spins thinking about how badly he wants to impregnate you. To breed with you. To have you bear his children. To make you a mommy. He imagines your beautiful, swollen belly; a physical manifestation of the love you share.

After what may have been eons, his orgasm finally subsides. His vision clears, and he's met with a glorious sight: you, above him, blissed out and dripping with cum. His heart swells, his love for you now deeper than ever. You allow him to kiss you, after seeing him yearn for it. You taste his love, his desperation, and his complete submission to you. It's divine.

You collapse, falling on top of his chest. Lay there together, breathing hard, you both come down from the most intense orgasm of your lives. His cocks soften, and slip out of your overflowing cunt. Your body shudders. It feels strange to be empty again.

“Bathe me," you command him.

"Anything for my beloved."

You both stand, legs wobbly. With a flick of his wrist, Malleus uses his magic to clean up, restoring the room to a pristine state. Before you can protest, Malleus scoops you up, and in a flash, you're back in his dorm room. The green teleportation fireflies fade as he carries you to the bath. You relax into his arms. With one, strong hand, he turns the water on, making sure it's just the right temperature, cuddling you until the water fills. Sleepily, you disconnect the leash from his collar, leaving his collar fastened around his neck as a sign of ownership.

Malleus carefully slides the straps of your corset off your shoulders, unlacing the back and letting it fall to the ground. He kisses along your clavicle, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He kneels before you, slowly pulling your panties down. Watching them fall, he can't help but blush, remembering the way he'd seen them just moments before. Your nudity is absolutely mesmerizing.

You step into the soothing water in the tub, and Malleus steps in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap. He's so good at caring for you. He washes and scrubs every inch of your skin, finishing with a scalp massage. His movements are soft and intentional—full of love and adoration. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. You let your eyes close, listening to his heart beat, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"Thank you for tonight. It was perfect," he coos into your ear.

"I'm so happy you trust me so much with your fantasies." You feel him smile as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. "Do you feel more comfortable in your submission?"

"Every time, it gets easier. I've never felt this safe or this loved. I am forever indebted to you. I love you, now and always."

"I love you too, Malleus. Now and always."

His hands rest on your lower belly. One day, it will swell with change, and you'll bear his heirs. You'll live your life together, and you'll rule his kingdom by his side. He can hardly wait—he’s already vowed to serve and protect you and your future children with every bone in his body. But for now, he takes pride in knowing you choose to be with him. To show him that his submission is not weakness, it’s power. It's a privilege. And more than anything, it's love.

You fall asleep like this, in his arms, dreaming of your future together. He holds you close, cherishing the moment. You're his everything—now, and always.

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Homebound.

Pairing: Yandere!Childe x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.9k.

TW: Prolonged Imprisonment, Obsessive Behavior, Delusional Behavior, Mentions of Torture, There Is A Kid Involved But Childe Just Sorta Found It In The Woods, and Disturbing Themes.

[Part Two]

He would be coming for you, soon.

The sky was still dark, the stars still as bright as they had been in the dead of night, but the moon was beginning to sink below the horizon, the lampposts that lined the street below your apartment beginning to fade as their oil stocks ran dry. You’d been at your window since sunset, too anxious to do anything more than stare at the scrapes of landscape and, occasionally, glance towards the cradle behind you, where your Lina slept soundly, unaffected by your racing heart or gnawing nerves. It was for the best, as unfair as it felt that you would have to burden her fear as well. You did this so she wouldn’t have to suffer like you had, wouldn’t have to live under the suffocating care of a man with too much power and too little love in his heart.

You were doing this so she would never have to know what it was like to be a part of Childe’s family, and a toddler's cluelessness wasn't going to be the thing that made you give up.

With a shallow sigh, you tore yourself away from the window and brought yourself back into the reality of your cluttered apartment, hastily thrown into disarray after his visit that afternoon. As many of your possessions as you could account for had been ripped from their drawers and thrown from their cabinets, brought out into the open where you could take stock of what few belongings you had. There wasn’t much you needed, really. Any family heirlooms or beloved childhood trinkets had been lost the first time you escaped from Childe, but you filled your pockets with what little you still considered dear to you - a rose-shaped pendant a kind stranger had gifted to you when you first arrived in Mondstadt, a flimsy ring of golden vines and miniature cecilias you had won at a booth during the last Windbloom festival, and lastly, the sphere of metal and glass as-of-yet unbound by any casing. Your Vision, as much as you hated acknowledging the damned thing’s existence.

Your cloak was next, dark enough to melt into the shadows of the forest and long enough to drag against the floor as you tied it around your neck. A swab of shapeless, black fabric accompanied it, but before you made use of that, you found the powered sleeping draught a healer had given your sometime back, when the nightmares were still too vivid to be suppressed by exhaustion alone. Gritting your teeth, you spread a small portion of the lilac dust over the pad of your thumb, and approached the cradle.

It was a small mercy, really, that whatever resemblance Childe had seen in Lina was lost on you. She had reddish hair, but it was too light, closer to blonde than ginger. Her eyes, while blue, were brighter, more curious, more full of life than those of a man who felt nothing but bloodlust and obsession could ever be. She did not have her abductor’s freckles, his pale skin, and you were thankful each time you looked at her that you did not see Childe, that she would never be bound to him by blood or by likeness.

You could remember the day he brought her home, no more than a few months old and bundled in his blood-flecked coat. He’d made it out to be a miracle, as if the archons had descended from Celestia and laid the child that you had selfishly refused to give him at his feet. You’d already decided to run away by then, already started to plan how you’d escape his awful little cabin and his awful frozen nation, but Lina had forced you into immediate action. It was one thing to submit yourself to Childe, to play soft and innocent for another week while you prepared. You couldn't have left Lina in his care for any longer than absolutely necessary and still expected to be able to live with yourself.

That might’ve been why your heart ached as painfully as it did as you reached down, slipping your thumb past her lips and spreading the powder across her gums. She stirred, her expression souring, but you swallowed back your remorse as the sleeping draught took effect, as she relaxed and fell into a sleep too still to be natural. The guilt was nearly overwhelming, but you would have to stomach it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t wake up. Not before you made sure she was somewhere safe.

Steeling yourself, you pulled the cloak’s deep hood over your head, lifted Lina from her cradle, swaddled her body in the black fabric, and slipped out of your apartment and into the night.

Childe was in your apartment.

In your living room, sitting in your favorite (and only) armchair, bouncing Lina softly on his lap. You could hear her cooing as soon as you stepped through the door, see her sitting upright and gripping at the fingers of an offered hand, taste the apology you'd been practicing for taking so long at the afternoon market, but it took you a little longer to notice Childe, to process that he was here, in your house, holding your daughter. Like he had any right to. Like you hadn’t gotten away from him.

“I can already tell - she’s gonna be a fighter.” He was already grinning, already pushing himself to his feet. You couldn’t move, couldn’t run as he came to stand next to you, holding her against his side. “That’s our little Atalanta. Barely a year old and already shaping up to be such a fierce warrior.”

Atalanta. You’d almost managed to forget that Childe had given her a name of his own – a name fit for a hero, at that. Your Lina wouldn’t be a hero. She wouldn’t carry a name that demanded a place in the tales of adventures and on the tongues of storytellers. She would live a quiet, happy life in Mondstadt. the city of freedom. She would be great if she wanted to be, but she wouldn’t be a weapon. She wouldn’t be what he would’ve raised her into.

“She's growing like a weed, too.” And yet, you couldn’t seem to say that. You couldn’t seem to move. A hand fell to the small of your back, his smile taking on a softer drawl as he let his head lull to the side. “We’ll have to redecorate the nursery. I tried to keep up with all the milestones, but it’s been… how long? Nine months?” He paused, chuckled. “You kept me lonely, you know that? I didn’t even have our little Atalanta to keep me company.”

Something very large and very sharp lodged itself in the back of your throat. “Lina.”

Childe’s smile faltered. “What was that, dear?”

“Her name is Lina.” You were smart enough not to try and tear Lina out of his arms, but that did little to stifle the temptation. “You’re not welcome here. Get out and get away from my daughter.”

He let out a breathy laugh, pulling away from you and returning Lina to her cradle, unbothered by your meager threats. “You’re really going to be stubborn about this, huh? I let you go on your little trip, gave you more than enough time to live out your little fantasy in this rotting shack of a country, and you’re still going to be stubborn?” Another laugh, another faltering grin. He started towards you, careful to keep himself between you and Lina, but it was an unnecessary precaution. You were rooted to the ground, unable to move as he embraced you – wholeheartedly, this time, both arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you off the floor and into his chest. You could feel his smoldering breath fanning over the side of your neck, his blunt nails burrowing into your sides as he fought to keep you as close as possible, but you did nothing to resist him. You weren’t going to fight him in front of Lina, no matter how much you wanted to claw at his face, to shove at his chest, to get him away from you. You weren’t going to make her watch that. “Come home. I’m only going to ask once.”

He hadn’t asked at all, but it would’ve been a waste of time to point that out.

“Are… are you going to hurt me, if I refuse?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to hurt you either way. You ran away from me. You stole my daughter.” Spoken softly, with more than a note of anticipation in his voice. “But, if you don’t put up a fight, I’ll try not to break anything that won’t heal.”

His subordinates were swarming the area around your apartment. They couldn’t wander openly, not with the attention their concentrated presence would draw, but you could feel their eyes burning into you from side streets and alleyways as you descended the narrow staircase, prying into you for a moment before moving onto their next target. They were looking for someone who fit Childe’s description – a sweet, doe-eyed thing carrying a child made from sunlight and laughter, not someone dressed for weather much more hostile than anything Mondstadt had to offer, trotting a formless heap of material. What interest your attire would’ve garnered dissolved completely as you joined a large group of passing drunkards, thrown out of their taverns and sent to stumble home at some unholy hour, too belligerent to do anything but welcome you into their numbers. It was a small blessing that you'd spent as much time in the taverns as you had, despite how little you cared for wine. There wasn't a barfly within Mondstadt's walls who would think to question your presence among them.

You followed them north, through the city’s commercial district, keeping your head low and Lina wrapped in your arms until you reached the gate to the eastern port. The drunkards continued on, but you remained.

It was deserted, as you thought it would be. You knew Fatui agents were posted at the city’s gates, waiting to catch you if you tried to flee this nation, too, but the eastern port wasn’t so eye-catching, wasn’t such a vital thing to guard when it came to blocking off the possible escape routes of runaway captives. Even if it hadn’t been so easily forgotten, it would’ve been a waste of men to guard. There was only one bridge over Cider Lake, and no one in their right mind would try to swim across, especially with a child in tow. Unless you could walk on water, the main gates were the only way in or out of the city.

Unfortunately for Childe, you weren’t as helpless as you’d been the first time he stole you away.

You followed the shore for as long as you could, until the city’s walls threatened to bend and reveal your position to the agents posted at the main gates. With no lack of trepidation, stepped onto the sand and reached into your pocket, taking up your Vision and holding it tightly in your clenched fist. The chill bit into your palm, unhindered by any casing, pure Cryo energy pulsing beneath the hazy surface of the glass. You hadn’t been able to look at it for weeks after you arrived in Mondstadt, and even after you’d started to overcome your aversion, it was hard to imagine a world wherein you could carry it proudly, where you could give such an awful thing the care and attention it’d take to learn how to use it properly.

Not that you had time to practice, right now. It was all you could do to give yourself a few seconds to catch your breath as you stepped out and onto the lake, the glassy water instantly freezing underneath your feet. A hairline crack formed across the surface as you shifted your weight onto it, but the ice held, and you let your shoulders slump, relief replacing a fraction of your anxiety. It was slow progress, each step hesitant and unsure, but you persisted, even as frost crept up the heel of your boots, even as a chill more pointed and more penetrating than any you’d felt before seeped under your skin and into the gaps between tissue and bone.

Even as, as much as you loathed to admit, you realized that the cold was not quite as unpleasant as you'd hoped it would be.

“But, if you don’t put up a fight, I’ll try not to break anything that won’t heal.”

You glanced towards the cradle, towards Lina as she struggled to sit up and started to look for her suddenly absent source of entertainment. It wasn’t good to lay her down so quickly, to leave her unattended while she was still awake, but once again, you doubted it’d be of any use to tell Childe that. “What’ll happen to Lina?”

“I’ll take care of Atalanta, obviously.” You could feel his lips against the curve of your throat, the points of his teeth against your skin. “I've had to wait months for this. Do you really think I’d neglect her now?”

You were more worried about how she’d turn out under his full attention.

But, you pretended to consider it, pressing your lips into a thin line and going quiet. After more than a few seconds, you brought your hands up to his chest – not shoving, but nudging gently, softening yourself into something delicate, something he’d be able to understand. There was a throaty, disappointed groan, a minute or so of resistance, but eventually, he lowered you back onto your feet, letting his hand fall to your hips. “I’ll come with you,” you started, slowly, deliberately. It hurt to say, the sentiment searing your throat and catching on your teeth. The fact that you, of course, did not mean a word you said was only a minor salve. “But, Lina deserves one last day in her home, and so do I. Give us until dawn tomorrow, then we’ll both come willingly.”

He bowed his head, falling far enough to let his lips brush against your forehead. He’d always thought of any distance between your body and his as an unnecessary frivolity, a luxury he wasn’t willing to give you. Apparently, your time apart hadn’t lessened his distaste for separation. “You know how pointless it is to run, right? The Fatui have every plank of wood in this city under surveillance, and my subordinates won’t be as forgiving with you as I am.”

“Please, Childe.” You lean into him, melting against his chest. He was a soldier, a warrior, not a diplomat. If you were sweet enough, if you spoke in a way that appealed to his delusions, then he would listen. “Just one more day. Then, you’ll have us for the rest of our lives.”

There was another squeeze to your waist, another lingering kiss to your forehead. “One day.”

There was no need to look at him as he pulled away. You could practically hear his smile.

“Then, you’re all mine.”

You made it to shore unscathed, but your trek through the forest was not so painless.

Each step was labored, made more impossible by the bundle in your arms, the weight of your cloak, the months you’d spend living in domestic peace. Your cloak snagged on every stray branch and boulder, your boots easily caught under roots and stray vines, and the darkness of the night only served to make each obstacle more unavoidable, more difficult to shield Lina from. Even holding your daughter was a challenge, once the adrenaline faded and exhaustion began to set in. Your arms ached where they had not already gone numb, and your chest swelted underneath the heavy fabric, more suited for Snezhnaya's eternal winter than Monstadt's ever-present summer. Resigning yourself to the main road would’ve cut hours off of your journey, but roads were patrolled, and you could not risk meeting another person – knight, adventurer, and agent alike. You didn’t have the time it would’ve taken to explain yourself, let alone pick a fight.

You travelled west, across the valleys of Windrise, through the most wilderness-infested outskirts of Springville. The sky was beginning to lighten by the time your destination came into sight, and with its purpose now obsolete, you shed your cloak and began to descend, taking your time to skirt down sheer rockfaces, to wad through the slow-running streams that webbed across the land. You navigated through the rows of wooden racks and grape vines, not yet in bloom, only letting yourself slow as dirt turned to cobblestone, as the mansion before you turned from a shadowed suggestion to a great, towering structure – secure in the sheer implication of its size.

Finally, finally, you came to a stop before the main entryway. It was all you could do to stand there for a moment, to stare up at the mansion and note all the minute differences between its face and that of Childe’s cabin. When you finished, you raised your hand and, with as much force as you could manage, knocked on the door to Dawn Winery.

A maid answered immediately, confusion turning to abject horror as she noticed the state of your clothing, the leaves and debris caught in your hair, the thousand or so tiny cuts and scrapes pleated over your arms and face. She opened her mouth, but you spoke first, unwilling to spend any longer out in the open than you already had. “I need to speak to Master Ragnvindr.”

She pursed her lips. “The young Master does not—”

“Concerning what topic?”

It was a masculine voice, coming from further down the hall. Somewhat begrudgingly, the maid pulled the door open, allowing you to see into the dim mansion. Diluc stood at the other end of the hall, half-dressed, a length of black ribbon in one hand and his hair gathered in the other. Clearly, you’d interrupted his morning rituals. “I’ve heard,” you started, unwrapping Lina’s bundling and praying that those long nights spent listening to the rumors that swirled in the deepest pits of the darkest taverns would serve you well. “that you do not hold much affection for the Fatui.”

His gaze flickered from you to Lina, to your trembling arms. With little hesitation, he approached you, meeting your eyes as he reached for your daughter. You gave a reluctant nod, and he took her up, holding her to his broad chest. “I've always preferred to keep less blood-stained company.”

“In that case,” You step across the threshold, allowing the door to fall shut behind you.

“How would you like to make a Harbinger very, very angry?”

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The Great War | Regulus Black

▹ Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst and Fluff

▹ Words: ~ 5K

▹ Summary: You'd swore not to cry anymore if you and Regulus managed to survive the great war.

▹ Notes: I'd like to personally thank the Anon that reminded me nearly a year ago about Sirius Black dying without knowing his brother wasn't like their parents. To alleviate the sadness of that fact, I wrote this fic :)

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Your memories were plagued by cold winter nights and eyes as bright and bitter as a snow storm.

Regulus' hands in yours, interlocked with a grip so tight it kept you from floating away. Stolen stares and clandestine meetings in the middle of the night at the top of the Astronomy tower became sacred, only for him to never look your way in the light of day.

You knew every constellation, both in the sky and in his eyes. When snow fell, Regulus would carefully brush away the melted snow droplets on your cheeks. The air was biting and the wind unrelenting, a concoction that made for the perfect excuse to nuzzle into Regulus' side. You'd pretend it was for warmth when really you craved his touch. His lips would tilt into a half-smirk as you spoke, seeing through your flimsy excuse. Yet his arm would wrap around you all the same, pulling you impossibly close.

The moments had been brief, gone within the blink of an eye. Reality would creep in, dampening the dreamy optimism you clung to in moments of doubt. No one could know; Regulus Black was consorting with a muggleborn, how scandalous. His family would eat him alive, a notion that made him keep you in the shadows, a place you happily stayed. You'd draw stars in the air with your fingertips, placating your fears with delusions that it wouldn't be forever. Each whispered word was an oath that you would carry to your grave.

You'd never doubted that Regulus Black loved you; you could hear it in the easy silence and see it in the soft expression reserved just for you. Understanding and calm, he clung to the tranquility you brought to his turbulent life. So certain that everything would turn out fine, you never dared to ask for more.

Then, it all turned into something bitter.

He slipped from your grasp like water, his feather light touches and sardonic smile only felt and seen in your dreams. The haze brought by the security of Hogwarts was muddied, reality much too bright to look at head-on. War gripped the wizarding world; Voldemort and his Death Eaters were the cause of the strife. Thrown into the trenches, you struggled to stay above water. With each mission and spell cast, any trace of innocence and youth that remained was ripped from you. All the bloodshed, death, and terror stained you dark red. Even if you survived, you'd never be the same.

You hadn't seen Regulus since the war started; even in your dreams, his face was a vague blur of what he used to be. You couldn't recall when the severing had happened; the letters came less frequently until they stopped coming at all. He used to drop by your apartment unannounced, a shy grin and flowers in hand. Regulus must've lost his way because he never made his way back. The love shared between the two of you turned bitter, and in the haze of it all, the betrayal stung harsher than any spell could.

You damned him each time the phantom scent of his cologne lingered in your apartment. And you cried each time flashes of your best moments came back in the depth of night. Sucker punching walls and screaming into the sky never alleviated the pain; you cursed him while sleep talking. It was cognitive dissonance; you claimed to hate him all while wishing he would just come back and explain why.

"You good for this?" Sirius Black's voice echoed in the depths of your mind, breaking you from the reverie. Twin gray eyes, reflecting similar to his brother's. It was nearly enough to send you into a spiral. A simple nod was the only reply you gave him, but it was all he needed.

Another mission, another attempt at stopping what was starting to feel inevitable. You didn't want to be so hopeless and desolate, but it couldn't be helped. The walls were closing in; you were losing the war.

"We all remember the plan, right?" A member of the order said. You couldn't remember their name, but you didn't care to. They may be dead in a week. There's no sense in getting to know them now.

"Was there even much of a plan? We go in and minimize as much damage as we can, that's it," James Potter's voice stood out amongst the chatter. The rest of the members assigned to the mission solemnly nod, calling out various agreements.

Numbness flooded your body, completely apathetic to the chaos you were charging headfirst into. This part used to be daunting, stabbing tiny needles in your body, but you'd desensitized yourself to it. Dissociated so far away that you weren't even sure anything was real. Healthy? No, but it was necessary; you couldn't afford to freeze up.

The people around you began to apparate and you followed suit. It felt as if you were being pulled apart and put back together. A thought flickered in your mind; perhaps if you were spliced, you wouldn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil that's been weighing you down. But all too soon, the feeling stopped; a wave of nausea hit and then vanished.

You were there.

It all became a blur; the exact moment the fight broke out was hard to pinpoint. All you could remember were the screams and the people pushing and pulling you like the tide. In the confusion of it all, masked figures around every corner, it was easy to forget you were fighting real people. They were skeletal visages you created, not living, breathing people. Bodies began to drop on both sides, curses and spells falling from the lips of everyone around.

“Petrificus Totalus.” You flicked your wand, petrifying the Death Eater closest to you. With a thump, their body fell to the ground, and you were on to the next, adrenaline keeping your body upright. You turn the incantation to another spell on the tip of your lips. But your words fell short, your body locking up as you stared at the person in front of you. It was as if you'd been cursed, except you hadn't.

They wore a mask like all the other Death Eaters, but the icy gray eyes peering at you were hard to forget.

Regulus.

You froze, unable to move even as your mind screamed at you to act. The noise of the room was muffled, a sharp ringing nearly making your ears bleed. Regulus was a--

You'd suspected as much, what with his family's allegiance to the Dark Lord and all he stood for. Yet until now, there has been no confirmation that your worst nightmares have come to fruition. But as Regulus stood there in the garb of your enemy, it would seem war found you on different ends of the same battlefield.

A bitter, smokey taste filled your mouth as everything the two of you shared turned to ash. He was here; there was no more denying what he'd done. Regulus was a Death Eater. Your stomach turned to knots as it threatened to empty its contents right then and there. Fighting for the blood purists, you guess he never really loved you then.

Regulus tore off his mask, allowing it to drop to the ground with a thud that wasn't heard over the noise. His dark hair was messy and tangled, the ends of it curling from the sweat on the nape of his neck. Heavy dark circles lined his eyes, worse than they'd ever been, skin pallid and sickly. Eyes that previously shone like a bright star were dim and threatening to burn out. Dry skin clung to his lips, and you could see the damage his teeth had caused to his bottom lip.

He looked terrible.

Regulus had talked in length about the stifling expectations his family had placed upon him. He both hated and feared his family, witnessing the abuse Sirius suffered before he ran away. It was never something spoken, but you knew the resentment he harbored for Sirius, both for leaving Regulus behind and having the courage to go against the grain. You did your best, encouraging him to leave as well, to make the hard choice of not getting swept into the current. Even when Regulus disappeared from your life, you hoped he would take the hard road. Yet he took the easy way out.

Pity turned your numb body cold, and the fury it caused turned you hot. How dare he? After everything he'd done, to have such a tight grip on you still. To make you feel sorry for him as if he'd been forced down this path. He'd made his decision; he decided to follow the road that led to this exact moment. Why should you weep for him?

Even then, with all your turmoil and rage, you still couldn't lift your wand at him. Time seemed slow, the chaos melting away the longer you looked into his eyes. Five seconds extended to five years.

But Regulus didn't share your hesitation or paralysis. He lifted his wand, a spell falling from his lips as his wrist flicked. You didn't have time to react, magical energy pooling at the tip of his wand before it shot towards you. Your eyes widened, and your heart stopped, unable to do anything other than watch your own death.

But the impact never came. Instead, the green light flew past your shoulder, grazing your hair. Square in the chest, it hit a Death Eater that had crept up behind you. A gasp left your mouth, the only sound you'd made since the battle started.

Their body hit the ground, unmoving. Only then did you turn to face Regulus. His expression remained unchanged, yet yours portrayed all the confusion and surprise in your head. At the speed of light, your heartbeat rattling against your chest, the barest hints of hope tinged your pessimistic thoughts. Was there a chance? His gaze softened, and his wand hand hanging slack at his side. You didn't want to fight anymore. All your steeled nerves and empty declarations of no longer caring about him were voided in an instant. You took a step towards him, hand reaching for him, but he took a stiff step back.

"Regulus--"

He was gone, apparating from the battle.

Sharply, you inhaled, holding it for a few heartbeats, then let it out. Regulus was no longer in sight. You returned to the battle. You rushed forward, trampling over the Death Eater mask he'd left behind. The porcelain it'd been made from cracked under the weight of you as the dirt on your shoes muddied its intricate designs.

You hardly thought twice about it, flinging another spell at a Death Eater.

Another mission completed; more casualties piling up.

---

"I saw you, you know," Sirius Black said. You'd all returned from the mission about two hours ago and just finished debriefing what happened. You stayed silent, your mind too preoccupied to come up with a singular thought.

"Saw me what? Fighting Death Eaters? Yeah, I saw you too." You were deflecting; he knew that, and you knew that he knew. The glint in his eye was not at all as careless as it had once been. Yet you feigned ignorance all the same.

"Yeah. I also saw you and Regulus."

Your movements stilled as your body turned rigid. You didn't meet his eyes, didn't even blink. What could you say? Nothing would stop him from going to Moody or Dumbledore; at best, you'd be kicked from the Order; at worst, thrown in Azkaban and branded a traitor.

"I don't know what you mean." It was a weak defense, but it was all you had.

"Oh, shove off. I'm not stupid. I saw the way you reacted when you saw him, but I also saw him kill that Death Eater."

You turned to meet his eyes. There was a question hidden in his statement. His gray eyes, so similar to Regulus's, were pleading, a part of him begging that maybe his brother wasn't completely lost. That he wasn't exactly what their parents were.

"I don't know why he did that." Confirmation that Regulus was a Death Eater should've cemented so many things. The world should be black and white; he was a Death Eater; therefore, he didn't love you anymore, if he ever even did. How could he claim to love a muggleborn while doing his best to ensure you were eradicated? But now you weren't so sure. He was a Death Eater, yes, but he'd also saved your life.

The migraine you'd had since you met him on the battlefield threatened to explode.

"Do you--" he hesitated, his words quiet and soft. So unlike the barking confidence he usually possessed. The armor he'd shielded himself with was cracking. "Do you think there's a chance for him?"

You pursed your lips.

"I don't know."

Without another word, you stood from the chair and muttered a quick "goodbye" before returning home. Your apartment had been just as you'd left it as you stood in front of the door, illuminated by the dim light on the steps. Except when you went to unlock the door, you found it already slightly ajar.

The hair on your body stood up, cold fear briefly washing over you. The Death Eaters were getting bolder with their attacks. Would you be the next victim? Would it be your name and picture covering the cover page of every newspaper? For a moment, you considered leaving or at least getting help, yet you did neither. Instead, you pushed open your door, the wand held tightly in your hand.

The room was dark, the sun having long since set. The pale blue light of your wand cast shadows in every corner of the room. It only made your nerves worse, jumping at every corner and shadow. The entryway was empty, as was the living room, but as you turned into the dining area and kitchen, you noticed a figure sitting at your table. They were still as a statue as they sat at your table, jacket neatly folded and placed in front of them.

Regulus.

His eyes were on you, arms slack at his sides, and he was wearing a grim expression. The dark circles you'd seen earlier that day seemed worse, so blackened they looked like bruises. You took a step back, the grip on your wand tightening as you held it up in a threatening manner.

"So this is it. You came here to kill me?" Your voice was like stone, cold and hard. There was a lump in your throat flecks of fear in your shining eyes, but you hardened your face. You wouldn't show any sign of weakness. If he would let the love you shared sink beneath the waves, then you'd drown the entire fucking world the two of you created.

He took a step forward, dark, stormy eyes pleading. “No, Y/N, that’s not--”

Regulus fell silent as you moved your wand from his chest towards his face, eyes narrowed. There was a tremble to your body; lips pressed so tight as to stifle the sobs that came up your throat.

"Stay back."

Regulus complied, raising his hands as a show of good faith. He wore that same disarming puppy dog face, like an abandoned dog alone in a shelter. Previously, you would've melted, running back to his embrace. But so many things were different, and it showed in the vacancy that made your eyes hollow.

"I would never hurt you." He asserted, hoping the sincerity of his words could penetrate the steel-enforced walls you'd encased yourself with. His placations had the opposite effect, the pain twisting into cold rage.

"And I'm just supposed to take your word for it? You're a Death Eater, Regulus. That means you and all your other purist friends want people like me dead." The death grip you held your wand with seemed to tighten. All circulation in your hand has been cut off, but it was all you could do to stop the tears from falling from your eyes.

"That is not true. I don't want you dead."

A choked laughter fell from your lips.

"Then I think you joined up with the wrong organization." Your words were sarcastic but not at all joking or light.

"It wasn't my choice." There was no change in his expression, eyes holding your gaze captive.

"No, you had a choice," you snapped back, silencing whatever pathetic excuse he used to convince himself he was justified in his actions. "And you made the wrong one."

Regulus fell silent, chewing on his bottom lip and shifting nervously. Your breath came out in angry puffs, reminiscent of a dragon. The tears made everything unclear and watery, but you refused to move a single muscle, even if it was just to wipe away the tears.

"I did what I had to do."

You felt your hand loosen, grip slackening enough that your wand almost fell from your fingertips. Thickly, you swallowed, cheeks damp from the tears that steadily fell from your eyes. This was it; your chance to finally tell Regulus everything you'd been screaming into your walls since he walked out of your life.

"You didn't have to do anything." Your voice was raw as you said the words you'd rehearsed time and time again. "Least of all, join the wrong side of the war. We had graduated; you could run away from all of that, and there was nothing your parents could've done."

"It's not that simple--"

"But it is, or at least it was," you exclaimed, cutting him off, voice cracking with the desperation you've locked away all this time. "You could've run and never looked back after our last day--"

"It was too late then."

You narrowed your eyes, a silent cue for him to explain when it had been too late.

"The summer between 5th and 6th year. After everything that happened with Sirius, they wanted to ensure I would be the perfect son they wanted."

"You never said anything."

"I didn't want you to look at me differently. My fate had already been sealed, and it was selfish of me to keep it from you, but I--"

He fell silent, eyes meeting the floor as his tongue became tied.

"You what?"

In a crazy, fucked up way, you were hoping he'd say everything you dreamed of. That he would reassure you he loved you and he never meant to hurt you. You wanted him to scorn his family and all their expectations of him. For once, you wanted him to make the right choice and not take the easy way out. You'd never fight with him anymore if he'd just asked to stay.

People always said love wasn't always enough, but you'd be willing to let Regulus ruin you time and time again.

"It doesn't matter now."

Disappointment was a feeling you were accustomed to by now, but that didn't make the bitter rejection sting any less. The tears on your cheeks were like acid, and you roughly wiped them away.

"I suppose it doesn't; you made your choice, and so have I."

Maybe now it would sink in. Your whirlwind romance with Regulus ended the moment you left Hogwarts for good. It wouldn't be some grand love like the books you'd read. He wouldn't push through any obstacle that stood between you and him.

Regulus wasn't a passionate man; he was pragmatic and calculated. Any risk he'd taken was never a risk after analyzing every angle and way it may go wrong. It was how he'd ended up trapped in the cycle of his family, and Sirius was able to break free. They were two sides of the same coin, yet they couldn't have turned out any more differently.

It was a hard pill to swallow; the man you loved was nothing like you imagined him to be.

"Why are you even here?" Your tone was sharp and pointed.

One last opportunity for him to mend what he had ripped to shreds. Why did you keep giving him so many chances?

"I'm not sure."

You slowly nodded, hands lowering to rest at your side. He'd never say the words you needed to hear; Regulus Black could never be the man you wanted him to be.

"I've missed you."

Maybe without realizing it, Regulus continued to twist the dagger he embedded in you.

You should tell him to leave, but the words won't form.

"I missed you too."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, fighting a battle within his own mind. You stayed silent, watching with wide eyes as he stepped towards you.

Your eyes stayed on him, afraid that if you even breathed, he'd change his mind. His hands were cold as he gently grabbed ahold of your face. The grip he held you with was careful and delicate, afraid to break you.

As if no time had passed, you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut and relishing in his presence. He still smelled of bergamot and smoke.

You opened your eyes, meeting his unwavering gaze. A thousand words were said in the silence, both of you trying to convey what you were too cowardly to verbalize.

A sharp breath, the flutter of your lashes as your eyes closed. The Regulus' lips were on yours. His kiss was nearly too light to feel, and it made all reason disappear.

Your lips parted as you combed your hands through his hair, working through the tangles at the nape of his neck. His grip tightened as he kissed you like a man starved.

Regulus pulled back first, his expression blank and unsure. Did he regret what he'd started? Hurt began to blossom, weighing down the high he gave you. It took so little effort to fade back into him. The reminder was like a sharp jab to the gut.

His eyes wouldn't meet yours, yet his feet stayed planted in the ground. So close together, you could feel the heave of each intake of breathe and hurt radiating from his body.

This was dangerous territory to be in. Regulus was a Death Eater; you couldn't do this all over again.

Whatever love there was between the two of you had to die. You had to light the match and turn it to ash, even if that meant you went out in flames too.

"I think it's best if you go."

Regulus slowly nodded his head, his eyes moving from the floor to meet yours. Years of abuse and "discipline" led to him mastering the art of dissociation, to not let an ounce of emotion show on his face.

Despite the self soothing thoughts that reassured you it was the right choice, your bruised ego was desperate for a sign that your love affair had maimed him even an ounce as much as it did you.

Maybe in an alternate universe, the two of you were happy, but war was war, and its very nature was to take, take, take until there was nothing left in the aftermath.

Regulus didn't argue or fight, he simply dipped his head in a single, firm nod, mouth set in a thin line, nothing more spoken than a quiet "I see." In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving you alone in your dark, depressing apartment.

A shuddered breath left your body shaking. That night, you didn't make it to your bed; that felt entirely too big and too lonely. You collapsed on the couch, allowing the weight of the world to fall off as you slipped into unconsciousness. And in your dreams, you saw nothing but the endless nothing that threatened to swallow you whole.

---

“I now go to my death with the hopes you’ll forgive me for all the pain I’ve inflicted upon you. I never intended to hurt you, but now I realize it was all I’ve ever done. I don’t expect forgiveness, I understand I’m no longer worthy of it, if I ever was. I love you, don’t forget that.”

- Yours truly,

Regulus

Your eyes were trained on the letter held by shaky hands, stained with tears that fell from your cheeks. It had arrived two days ago, the letter accompanied with a small bag holding a locket. The writing on the letter was illegible, but you’d memorized every crease and fold on the paper. Why was it when you’d finally begin to forget about him, something would always bring him back. Part of it was your fault, you’d always welcomed him with open arms, but you’d hoped this time you’d end a cycle that never seemed to end.

Stood on the cliff sides, the winter air biting at your skin. What could he have done to be so certain of his death? Regulus was too insignificant for the Order to focus entirely on, so maybe he’d done something to spurn his Dark Lord. You hoped that was the case.

Inhaling the frosty air, you tucked the note into your pocket and turned to return to your house. Hands shoved in your pocket, the snow crunched under the weight of your feet. Lost in thought, you hardly noticed the sun had begun to set. Before long, the old brick building you’d made your home came into view. Crunching snow was replaced with footsteps on wood stairs and you pushed open your front door. You shook the snow off your jacket, setting it on the coat hanger by the door. The fireplace was already crackling, casting a warm glow in the room.

You moved towards the kitchen to put a kettle on before moving back towards your room to get ready for bed. The heavy winter clothes were replaced by fleece pajamas that were soft like a rabbit. You sat at your vanity table and began combing through your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the small box on your side table. Within the iron enforced lead box was the locket Regulus had mailed with his letter. It seemed insignificant at first glance, but the longer you looked at it, the darker its aura felt. Regulus had written explicit instructions for you to hide the locket, both from yourself and the world. There hadn’t been time to think of a secure location, so before then, it would remain in the box, its magic suppressed for a time.

You’d question Regulus on it at some point, but for now you would go against every instinct telling you to ignore his letter and send back the locket. For as many times Regulus disappointed yourself, you’d let yourself down tenfold for continuing to give him the chance to do so.

The whistle of the kettle had you stand from your vanity and pad back into the kitchen. But as you moved into the kitchen, the wall opened so that you could see into the living room, you were no longer alone. Standing in the middle of the room was Regulus. He looked worse off than his last visit, his clothes wrinkled and hair greasy.

He didn’t speak and neither did you;’ your eyes focused on one another. The air was awkward, all the questions you’d had for him melting away from the softness in the gray eyes. You were the first to break the impromptu staring contest, grabbing two mugs instead of one. Wordlessly you began to prepare cups of tea, making it in just the way you knew Regulus liked it.

The wood floors creaked as Regulus moved to the couch in front of the fireplace, his jacket hanging beside yours. After a moment, you joined him, passing the warm mug to his open hand. Not a single word shared between the two of you. The only sound in the house was the crackle of the fire and the slurping of the two of you drinking from your mugs.

“Is it over now?” You finally spoke, unable to look towards Regulus.

A moment passed; you blew on your tea, steam flooding your face as you lowered your head.

“Yes.”

You leaned forward to set your mug on the table, the glass clinking as you did. You turned, finally looking at Regulus since taking a seat. His eyes were focused on you; broken and blue with the face of a man haunted by war. Yet beyond that was warm relief. War was finally over.

The Dark Lord and his followers were still afoot, and they’d need to be dealt with. But the Great War that plagued you and Regulus was finally over. The worst had ended.

Tomorrow you'd have questions about the locket and it's evil aura, you'd want to know what exactly he did that made him believe his death was certain. There was also the matter of how they'd proceed in the war. Regulus could be a turn coat, to give insight on the Death Eaters. So many things to consider, it made you feel dizzy. But those were semantics better dealt with at a later time.

For now, you just wanted to be a girl, sitting with a boy who you've loved since you were fourteen.

Droplets of tears stained your couch dark, your cheeks dampened. It was like a weight had been lifted and for a moment you thought you might disappear.

One of your hands dropped from the mug, laying on the couch near Regulus' limp hand. The grim line his lips had been pressed into warped into a soft smile. He placed his hand over yours, intertwining his fingers with you.

Not much was spoken the rest of the night. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, occasionally making chatter here and there. Your drinks were drained and when your eyes were too heavy to keep open, you’d led Regulus back into your room and onto your bed. His arms tangled around your body and your head on his chest you fell into a peaceful slumber you’d been robbed of since leaving Hogwarts behind.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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FEAR----

Male Reader x Huh Yunjin (ft. Chaewon)

Length: 2420 words

Tags: con-non-con kink, change in pov, piss kink, water sports, public sex, choking, gagging, a kinky robbery, humiliation, crying, name calling, missionary, messy make-out, all the bodily fluids, roleplay, dacryphilia maybe, misattribution-of-arousal-kink!Yunjin

TW: cnc kink, water sports (pee), (role)playing with fear

Inspiration: ffs, I have no clue why my brain comes up with these. Maybe I'm just insane? Or stupid? Or too horny for my own good?

(A/N: yeah, I think I will have to take a break after this. Something very different will come up next, but I still need time to write it lol, so please be patient. For those that love these kinks, you're welcome, I won't write them (especially water sports) often.)

"What are you thinking about right now?"

Chaewon’s quiet, tender whisper is calming like a cool breeze in blazing summer heat. It takes you out of your short trance, which you spent gazing at the ring on her finger. You look into her concerned eyes, then towards her blonde friend at the bar. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you set down the untouched cocktail.

"You know I like the idea," you start your rant, hoping it removes the uncertainty burdening your heart, "and I know you're completely fine with it. But the more I look at her—I just don't know if she knows what she really wants. You get me?"

"I think I do. Hmm,” Chaewon ponders for a second, caressing your palm, "Look, how about we ask her right now."

She turns around and with a wave of her hand she gets her friend's attention. The young woman quickly walks over, a bright, beautiful smile on her features. She stops next to your wife and straightens her postures when she looks at you. Before she can greet you, Chaewon whispers a long message into her ear. It makes her face sweaty and redder with each word.

"So," Chaewon loudly announces at the end of her explanation,"what are you thinking, Yunjin."

"I—"

Yunjin locks eyes with you. Her hands fidget, her upper body tenses up and her breath responds to her increased heartbeat. You can almost see the small muscle in her chest throb. She hesitates, even with Chaewon's reassuring smile and strokes on her back. Before you can speak up however, Yunjin's firm answer catches you by surprise:

"I still want it. I don't know what else to say, but I really want this and I don't care about the dangers."

"Alright," you respond blankly, though slightly in awe of Yunjin's clarity, "I appreciate your trust."

It's way past midnight when Yunjin leaves the area around the well-lit HYBE building to walk home. Dark, narrow corridors in between cold, lifeless concrete buildings are her choice, as she is eager to get to her flat quickly. Yunjin will always sacrifice a bit of lighting for effective short cuts. With her cell phone as a flashlight in one hand, her Louis Vuitton bag in the other, she confidently finds her way in this now well-known maze.

At night, she doesn't have to be extra careful about someone noticing her or the song she hums. An unreleased track, self-composed, with lyrics that have meaning to her and the other bandmates. At night, Yunjin is free to sing those words and feel a bit of burden fall from her shoulders.

A gentle breeze makes her blonde hair sway off of her shoulder and the loose jacket flies along with it. Yunjin has to stop in her tracks to adjust the leather garment. It's this time of the year where it's warm enough at night that you don't really need any extra clothes. However, each cold wind reminds Yunjin that it's good to have something on her. She can't allow herself to get sick.

It's also the time of the year where almost every night sky is littered with dazzling stars that dance on their designated spot, billions of miles away. It's a spectacle, each and every single one of them, so similar yet so different. The human eye cannot escape from this beauty, and Yunjin is no different. She stands there, star struck, the white lights dancing on her irises like it’s the parquet of a musical. Yunjin hums the melody to their performance.

The bushes behind her rustle once. A dark figure shots out from behind them like a lightning bolt. Yunjin gasps and quickly looks behind her shoulder to see a black ski mask right in her face. Her ensuing scream is muted by a cloth forced into her mouth. She tries to escape, but the person is just too fast. Yunjin is grabbed at the top of her dress and forcefully shoved into a nearby wall.

“Money?” the figure asks in a cold, rough tone. Yunjin tenses up when she feels freezing metal run up her exposed thigh. Her eyes tremble in fear, even more so her legs. She is only held upright by the man's hand and his leg trapping her in between dead concrete and death personified.

The man tears on Yunjin’s dress and groans angrily. Yunjin is too scared to test his patience, so she shakes her head. Her lips lose all their moisture to the cloth in her mouth, but maybe it’s just traveling to her eyes, to her sweat glands and down low.

“Not even in that bag? Not even at home?” the man continues to ask. He guides the metal object further up, right to Yunjin’s core. A few swipes on her bundle of nerves make the young woman burst out into tears. It’s certainly not a knife that he is holding. The death bringing object right on her most private part makes her flinch, head shaking rapidly.

The man grabs her face roughly. It’s like a slap he stopped as soon as he felt her skin. It reassures that the cloth won’t fall out of her mouth. The man groans once again. With small kicks against her shoes he forces Yunjin’s feet further apart. He then leans in right next to her ear.

“I know that you know what this is,” he whispers and presses his gun against Yunjin’s pussy, she wails, “and if you don’t tell me where the fuck I can get my money—tell me, or else.”

The flow of Yunjin’s tears is like an endless waterfall. Her hands are pleaing, begging, showing that she has nothing. No possession at hand, no money, maybe the bag is worth something, but the man does not seem interested in that. He wraps one hand around her gentle, fragile throat and slowly pulls out the gun from underneath her dress. She can look right into the barrel. There is a bullet waiting at the back, her name on it.

This is it. Everything inside her is building up to this moment. Her body reacts the only way it can, the only way it knows how to, the only way she wants to. Instead of the bullet hitting her, the man shoves his knee in between her legs and pushes up. Yunjin screams against the gag, her fingers dig into her attackers back as she starts to pee violently. The clear stream immediately soaks her thin white panties, then runs down her pale, goosebump covered legs and begins to soak her shoes and his pants. The dark spot seems invisible on his dark pants, but he definitely feels and hears Yunjin’s eruption.

“Bitch, what the—how dare you!”

The man pulls out his knee and closely watches as the last sprays of Yunjin’s pee cover the dry asphalt below. He doesn’t even notice the gag falling out of Yunjin’s mouth as she makes no attempts to scream for help. She feels like all her dignity is stripped from her and sobs uncontrollably. Snot and salt water with small hints of make-up mess up her beautiful face, but she doesn’t cover it up. She still holds on to the back of this cruel stranger.

“Bitch, you are crazy.”

“Pl-please d-don’t ki-kill me.”

“Shut up,” he snarls and presses his gun against her panties again, “slowly take them off, or else..”

Yunjin’s throat is dry. Her sobs begin to sound like croaks as she leans down and grabs the wet lingerie. In the most embarrassing performance of her lifetime, she drags down her panties, feeling her own clear, barely gold liquid on her skin. She steps out with one leg, then the other, and both times the man kneads her thighs for a short time. Another breeze flies through her hair, but this time she only notices it because of the freezing touch on her wet core.

“Wring it out. With one hand, right onto the street.”

Yunjin closes her eyes as she closes her fist around her panties. They worked like a sponge and now all of her piss shoots out of the gaps in her hand. She is mortified by how the warm liquid feels on her hand.

“Fuck, you’re insane,” the man says with awe and amusement and grabs Yunjin’s hair. He yanks her across the street, into the bushes where he came from. Behind them is a small patch of grass, where Yunjin is forced to lay down and spread her legs. She whimpers ‘no, no’ repeatedly, but the threat of the gun is right there, in his hand. Now it’s next to her head as he opens his zipper.

“Pl-please don’t,” she whispers and her fist forms tighter. It draws even more pee from her panties.

“What’s your name?” the man coldly responds, fishing out his hard cock.

“Yunjin.”

“Do you want to die, Yunjin.”

“No, please, no!”

“Then shut up—and do it again.”

Yunjin has no idea what he meant by this last statement. However, when he shoves his entire, surprisingly large cock inside her hot cunt, she doesn’t even remember it anymore. To pee in front of a stranger was pure horror, but this takes it to another level. If it weren’t for his hand on her mouth, not even the fear of death would have stopped her from screaming at this feeling. Pain, pain that feels great, fantastic, orgasmic even. Yunjin’s head begins to spin and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“Hng, fuck,” the man groans and leans down to Yunjin’s face, “Yunjin, you’re fucking pretty. Great to have met you.”

A sinister laugh as he begins to bite the skin on her cheek and then on her shoulder. It’s not enough to leave marks, but definitely enough for Yunjin to feel something other than the cock hammering her pussy. It’s enormous size and width stretch her out more than any of her toys did before. Her flailing legs begin to go numb.

Suddenly, the man pushes his lip-sealing fingers into her mouth. He plays with her tongue, while hitting just the right spot inside her over and over. As she yelps, Yunjin comes to a shocking realization. The water on her face is not just tears, but also drools from the heavy pounding. Her mind becomes blank every now and then. It feels insane, better than anything she tried before. Something is building up in her lower regions and this filthy criminal gets her filthy pussy closer to another release.

“Do it again, Yunjin,” he huffs into her face while retrieving his fingers from her mouth again— “I know you’re a kinky slut. Do it, or else.” —and wraps them around her delicate throat. Simultaneously, he begins to make out with her drooling mouth and press down on her throat. Yunjin screams into his mouth. Her body has given up. It’s completely resigned to him, but her mind is tormented by the inevitable.

He hits the right spot, and her bladder is still so full. No, she can’t let it happen. She’d rather die and drown in her own spit and snot. It’s so humiliating, so bad, but at the same, her dopamine level has never been this high, it’s good. It will happen, it will happen, he just needs to tip her over, please tip me over.

“Or else. Now.”

The moment he stops fucking her tight cunt, Yunjin starts to piss again. A violent, clear stream erupts from her and she waters the grass and bushes around her like a gardening hose. Her hips buckle up, but she doesn’t feel his manhood anymore. She opens her teary eyes and sees the man's cockhead above her abdomen, unloading his warm, sticky semen all over the dress.

Gooey white and runny light-yellow still shoot out of their bodies, but the two are entangled in a sloppy kiss with no care for the mess they are making on each other and the grass below. This might be someone’s property and they will surely notice. Not that Yunjin really cares, as her tongue is thoroughly sucked on and her limbs feel numb from the pleasure filled violation.

Suddenly, he reaches for the pee-soaked panties in her firm grasp. He guides her pale legs together and forces the undergarment up to her still twitching pussy. Yunjin gasps at the sensation of stained, wet clothing forced upon her. She loves how he continues to rub his thumb on her now covered clit and stares at her face, stupid from his attack.

“Kinky slut. Now fuck off. No cleaning until your home. Or else.”

Quiet. Not a single sound. You’re able to close the door behind you without it creaking. Your wife will probably be asleep by now, but you want to make sure it stays that way. Carefully remove your shoes and sneak over the smooth tiles into the living room. Absolute silence. She is not here. Search in the kitchen, just a light humming of the refrigerator. There is no sound a human would make, until you reach the stairs.

Wet squelching and soft moans. They get louder with every step you take upwards. You decide to leave the mask on and move faster, still careful to not stir up attention. The sounds of self-satisfaction come from the playroom. Take a look inside and there she is.

Chaewon sits on the couch, panties around her ankles. Three of her fingers slowly move in and out of her pussy as she rubs her clit in circles. She throws her head back against the rest and the moonlight gives you a perfect view of her pleasure ridden face and closed eyes. The squelching gets louder and in between moans, Chaewon forms a clear sentence.

“Yes, fuck her like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop—”

Three quick steps and you’re right in front of the half-naked Chaewon. She pulls her fingers out in shock but you replace the emptiness of her hole with yours immediately after. Chaewon gasps as you lean closer to her and pump slowly.

“My wife is a kinky bitch.”

“Sh-shut up.”

“No, you shut up. Keep imagining it.

How I fuck your friend as she cries and screams. The way her body trembles while you look from the bushes. The way my cock pierces her pussy until she starts to pee all over herself.”

“Fuck!” Chaewon screams out and her body begins to shake.

“You like that? Then cum for me, Chaewon.

Or else.”

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enhadiares · 28 days

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“Believe in fate”

Quote by the great Sunghoon Park

Note: I tried writing a little drabble to see how I write or yk to have an update about my skills . It's not the best . I don't like it honestly but I need it for the feedback and constructive criticism so I can get better. Please bear with me during my getting better phase😞🙏

Warning: Not proofread (I'm sorry I was impatient 😭☝️)

I was walking around in the dim lights of the road . The moon shining and glowing like it found someone to spend it's life with.

Ironic isn't it?

We've always been told that moon shines alone in the dark night sky , but have you thought about the stars it's surrounded with? The numerous stars which shine brighter than the moon alone , yet their size makes the moon outshine them.

Oh how lucky the moon is , to be surrounded with stars which shine bright yet it's the only one which stands out the most .

Sometimes I don't want to fine my moon , but rather my star and be the moon.

I was in deep thought . I had face yet another break-up. When will I find my star? It was agonizing really but it's not in my hands. I'll leave it to fate. I hope I'm destined to be with someone who would love me like the stars love the moon.

Deep in thought I didn't notice another presence, making me bump into them .

I stumbled back , didn't fall tho . It would have been more embarrassing. I looked at the person in action . He was tall , blond hair sticking out - falling on his forehead. His plump lips and his long eyelashes : oh just how jealous all of the girls would be of him . His nose sat upright while his dark shade almond shaped eyes stared back at me in amusement.

“oh I'm sorry , I wasn't looking forward” I stated

He chuckled a bit while looking down then brought his eyes back to mine.

“it's fine don't worry , happens to me all the time”

Then suddenly I felt something on my shoes , I looked down only to see this pure fluff of joy looking at me with so much anticipation, wagging it's tail back and forth aggressively, tongue darted out while painting hard.

“looks like I'm not the only one who likes this pretty stranger” the guy winked

Adorable. Both of them were adorable. So I bent down and started to pet the little ball of sunshine and looks like she really did like me . Although I was unaware of his feelings and thoughts , the moment seemed to take my mind of things and made me calm down a bit. It was comforting really.

I didn't remember about my break up , it's thoughts didn't cross my mind even once during this interaction with this cute duo.

“Im jake and that's Layla , my partner in crime” the stranger , who wasn't a stranger now stated.

“aww she's cute , I'm y/n”

“Pretty girl got a pretty name too. Would you like to join us for a walk?”

I thought about it. Should I? Maybe i should. I mean there's no harm is there? Without any other thought I said yes and we proceeded to walk towards the park .

Little did I know , fate brought me to not one but two stars.

Kkeut.

#enhypen #kpop #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x y/n #enhypen reactions #enhypen yandere #enhypen fluff #enha #enhypen horror #yandere enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake x you

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sadnightforus · 3 months

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SACRED PLACE (SES)

boyfriend!eunseok x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: The sun is setting and you know it’s childish that you want to keep holding onto this moment for forever, because you know his heart will never be yours.

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

WARNINGS: unreliable narrator first of all (for clarification), emotional lololol but which sadnightforus’ work isn’t, occasional pet names, insecurities and so much confusion. I promised eunseok loves reader but they are wrapped up in their head okay. inferiority complex is strong, do not yell at me.

A/N: I wrote this one in the morning cause I’m cranky and i like miss carly rae jepsen. slightly inspired by bends by her. this is not self-indulgent fun fact, her music just got me acting up that’s all

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

5:39 PM.

The sun begins to set, as you can see from the corner of your eyes. If you turn around, you’ll be met with a breathtaking view of the sky sinking and reflecting its light onto the ocean water.

But you don’t want to.

You don’t deserve to see it. Pretty things like that will disappear and they’ll never stay.

You and your boyfriend are laying on your back on the beach, legs tangling with one another as you often look to your right and sometimes the left, yet, never the front.

“Baby?”

His gentle voice calls out to you, reminding you that he’s still here.

“Yeah? I zoned out, I’m sorry.” You rush to apologize as you quickly retrieve your attention back to the man near you.

“It’s okay. What are you thinking about, hmm?” He asks, his fingers now making their ways into your hair as you let your thoughts roaming wild, eyes shooting up to the orange hue of the once blue sky that will be soon decorated by the warm embrace of the darkness in just a few more hours.

“Not anything that interesting that interesting.” You give him a small smile, reassuring him that he shouldn’t be worried about your long train of thoughts that seem to be involved in the picture of him and you. “Just think about how pretty you are.”

And you never lie about this matter.

He’s extraordinary, you’re nothing special in comparison. He has always been showered in compliments for his out of world, sharp yet such a masculine look, and he knows it too. You’re just a person who exists and you’re not sure what’s the purpose behind why you exist. You personally think only people who have star power like Eunseok should be the one to stay on this earth, to show how beautiful life can be.

You’ve seen his exes, they are all beautiful. You can’t compare because why would you compare goddesses to a person that never radiates a sense of mystery or intrigued others’ interests? You’d think they’ll be so embarrassed to be compared to someone like you.

Even if he tells you that you’re the prettiest person on the planet, you don’t believe him. How could you when you’re a plain jane, while he is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met anyway?

“Funny, I think about how pretty you are too.” He chuckles, his eyes has a bright sparkle that you only wish to be able to witness this close. You hope you don’t lose this privilege any time soon.

“Umm hmm.” You hum, pretending to agree with his statement. “But you’re like the beach waves that are steadily rolling. You’re just so comforting.”

My beach boy, my comfort boy, something you wanted to say but hold yourself back from doing so.

He’s just one of a kind.

Every time you’re sad, you often go to the beach. It’s something you’ve been doing since you were a kid. You’re still an adult and you feel a bit childish that you’d still go to stare at the ocean waves rolling, but right now, it does nothing more than being a poison to your mental health ever since you let a pretty boy with strong features of the name Song Eunseok invades the space of your loneliness. And you begin to associate him to every little thing that you used to like.

Just like right now, you’re thinking that he is truly reminiscent of the fresh air that washes over the both of you, with the heart in the sand that you used to draw for him whenever you both get here.

He has your heart, but does he know that? Does he care that you’ll be willing to do anything for him?

Probably not. You’re happy to keep that thought hidden from him.

“Don’t think so.” He chuckles. “You know what I think of when I see you? I think of you as the sunset that people will never get tired of seeing.”

You’re gloomy, how could he sees you as the sun of his life? Or in his eyes for that matters, even worthy of his attention?

You can’t comprehend it.

He’s so much better than you in every aspect. You think that he should’ve been with someone who is on the same level as him, not someone who has nothing like you.

You never know what love is, until you meet him. In school, there was no one who had ever shown their interest in you, but you supposed that it’s better than to be heartbroken at the realization that the love someone gave to you was merely because of a bet.

You always kept your head down, afraid to meet people’s eyes. You’re timid, meek and shy because you never feel like you fit in. Even the people in your family, they’re all charismatic and charming, except for you who is not at all an interesting character to think about when they ask about your family.

You think you're a pretty forgettable person to others.

“That’s you.” Your eyes lock onto his face, observing how a person can be this beautiful. God indeed has favorites, and your boyfriend is one of them. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen. You’re as beautiful as the sun that shines during winter, to keep someone warm.”

It’s true, you’ve always felt like the walking embodiment of overwhelming loneliness since birth. And Eunseok is your sun who provides warmth into this stoic, cold life of yours.

For the first time, you are able to see the world in more than just two colors that you’re so used to being familiar with, black and white. You see a variety of colors in its glory with his love, but you’re not sure if his love is out of obligation or not.

You begin to love yellow, aside from chronomatic colors that have been your favorite colors growing up. It’s because it reminds you of Eunseok. He is nothing but sunshine, the brightest star that shines amongst the crowd of people like you.

You remember that you didn’t particularly like yellow as much when you were younger. You didn’t feel like it suits you— it belongs to happy people, special people like Eunseok. You wonder, how could someone born and carry something special since birth already? Was it made or was it a practice to enhance the exquisite god given gift?

You sometimes resent god for making you a boring person with no drive and easily moldable into whatever they want you to be, instead of being distinctive.

You want to be special, heck even feel special, just for a minute like him too.

What does that feel like?

It probably feels nice, being loved for simply who you are.

“I know you said I’m like the beach waves, but personally, you’re like the ocean. You’re unpredictable, but very calm, beautiful and breathtaking.” He maintains eye contact with you. “You really remind me of the color blue. You have a kind of depth to you that people would love to write about.”

What is he talking about?

Oh right, you remind him of the color blue?

You know about the association of the color blue and melancholia. You know it means sadness.

Is that how he perceives you?

Truthfully, you think that people aren’t blind to the fact you look down all the time. You radiate off the 'damsel in distress’ vibe and you’ve been told to brighten up more. You even had people approaching you and willing to listen to your stories because you just looked so troubled and you might need a hand or a shoulder to cry on in case you had no one.

You think these kinds of things only happen to pathetic people like you. You personally don’t know someone who is alike to you at all.

You have so much to say, but in the end, it’ll all boil down to you being lonely and miserable.

You always feel so blue, can he feel it too?

Why can’t you be happy?

“You always say these things.” You try to avoid saying that you don’t believe it, because it’ll show that you don’t believe in yourself as much as he always told you that he has always been so amazed by him. “I see myself as a dessert.”

“Whatever you say, cutie.” He shakes his head. “But in my opinion, if you’re a dessert, then I’d rather die of dehydration just to be close to you.”

You know that it’s supposed to be a compliment, but you don’t feel like it. No matter how much he tries to flatter you, you don;t ever feel like those compliments ever get through your head and soak into your brain.

You’re not enough.

And you know that he’s too good for you.

You believe that you’re truly a dessert, there’s nothing that excites people about you. You’re just someone who is meant to be in the background, not someone in front of the camera, not someone who attracts attention from the others. If people stay around you long enough, they’ll get a thirst to seek for someone who can fulfill their excitement in being adventurous and interesting as well as striking, something you lack.

And if you’re the ocean, you’d kill people with the tsunami of your overwhelming blue-esque. Nobody should put up with you, but he does. You don’t understand why he stays around with the way you’re like an unpredictable ocean wave that could make others fear for their life.

“Baby?” He mutters out softly, seeing you losing yourself in your train of thoughts. “Let’s get up. It’s getting dark. I want to walk around this beach with you.”

You don’t notice that the sun has been long gone and has been replaced by the moon now, but you supposed that you’ve always been quite a daydreamer. You’re flustered however, as you sit up, using the support from one of your arms before you can stand up, then you dust all the sand that attaches itself onto your clothes.

“Let’s go.” He smiles at you, and for a moment, your sadness vanishes like the air that brushes itself all the way from thousands of miles away to softly blow his hair, making him look almost so dream-like.

You think you’re so special that you’re the only person whose person he directs this smile at. And you’re the cause of his happiness just as much as he is with yours.

He takes a slow step, you follow along. He takes your hand in his, then grip it tightly, like a sweet cotton that is inseparable that never wants to let go.

You see some shops start lightening up their place, as you’re visiting a tourist attraction. However, you can’t help but feel like it’s just the ghost of Eunseok who talks to you. And you might be seen as crazy for holding onto an imaginary man.

Then you’re back to being sad again.

Because no matter how real he is, you feel like you’re holding onto a version of a man that doesn’t exist at all, or a version of a person who you might’ve made up in your head.

What if he doesn't love you as much as you do with him?

It’s funny that you’re probably in an unrequited love in this relationship, maybe.

You know about the kind of love that people all shared throughout their lives. However, you can’t be too sure about the feelings that he has been upholding for you.

“I love you.” His eyes land directly into yours, gazing deep into your soul, as if he tries to read you.

You suddenly feel terrible for your earlier thoughts and equally as self conscious.

And you almost wanted to cry.

“I love you too.” You say, eyes almost brimming with tears and it takes you a crazy level of self amount to not break down in front of him.

And you mean it. You mean every single word that you respond back to him.

This beach is your sacred place. You introduce him to this place because you make a room for a boy named Song Eunseok in your heart, a place that is just as sacred as this place you’re standing at. It’s very vulnerable and you’d hate it if he walks out with your heart in his hand, squeezing it until it explodes and bleeds uncontrollable and the memories of the beach waves rolling as you both walk by the shore, admiring the view under this moonlight.

This love itself is very sacred too, and you hope that he’ll continue to love you for a long time as much as you love him.

Because you know that there’s no other room for any man who comes after him anymore.

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painfulrant · 1 year

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The Sunset

JJ Maybank x Reader

Fluff

Summary: Wise words with beauty and love.

The sun slowly retreated beyond the horizon casting rays of orange and red against the soothing calm waters. The night was slowly taking over, the orange turning to different shades of red which soon turned to rays of light blue to dark blue.

The hammock swayed softly, one of your legs on the ground to continue the soothing rocking of it. Between your legs, against your chest, lay JJ Maybank. Both of you watched the sun slowly disappearing, one hand running your fingers through JJ’s hair while the other scratched up and down his broad shoulders and back. The wind whispered beautiful soft harmonies all around you, creating a breeze to keep you both cool from the warm weather.

“Lovie.” JJ’s half asleep voice called, catching your attention. Your warm eyes found captivating ocean eyes that stared up at you with a distant look.

“Think Wards gonna get away?” He finished, searching your eyes for any indication of a solid answer. Your eyes slowly slid back to the beautiful sun set.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” You answer softly, letting the wind carry your gentle voice.

“He has everything. It’s not fair. We have nothing.” J huffed, beginning to trace what felt like triangles on your stomach. You thought about it for a moment before a soft smile and joyful eyes glanced back down to the man resting against you.

“That’s not true, my love. We have each other. We have loyal friends and we have family.” You reassure before leaning up to brush a soft kiss to his sandy blond hair.

“Plus… he who least needs tomorrow, will most gladly greet tomorrow.” You reminded, beginning to draw his name on his back. You had felt more than you heard the hum he gave, his chest vibrating against you.

After a few moments of silence, the sun was beginning to finally fade, different shades of blues lighting the sky while the stars began to shine bright. J began to shiver so you gently lifted up to grab a blanket off one of the stumps close by, a grumble leaving his lips when you left his side. Upon coming back, you laid down and he instantly laid back against you in the same position as before.

“I don’t want to go to jail.” J whispered half asleep. You paused your actions of running your fingers through his hair and over his back, looking down to the man that holds your heart.

“You won’t.” You smile, looking to the side. New determination swam through your veins before it felt as though everything around you froze.

“Lovie, I don’t want to be like him.” There was no need for an explanation there and you hushed him softly, brushing a second kiss to his forehead.

“You won’t. Wanna know how I know?” You comforted, looking to the stars above, the moon just barely peeking over the trees. When you felt his eyes on you, a smile lit your face still studying the stars.

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act. The rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process, is its own reward.” The answer seemed like a riddle to your own ears but you knew that it was the only way it’ll stick in his mind. At least until he truly understands what it means.

“And you’ve already acted, Sweet Man.” You mutter, looking down to see sleepy gloss filled eyes looking up at you with wonder and a warmth you couldn’t place.

“I love you.” He answered quietly, looking to his fingers that smoothed over your thigh.

“I love you too.” You answer before looking back to the stars, hope and determination along with joy and love filling every ounce of your being. You could get used to this. The feeling of the slowly dosing man lying against you, snuggled to you as though you were all he needed, and the stars above. This was everything yet it was nothing at all. Forever more as you promised.

He who least needs tomorrow, will most gladly greet tomorrow. - Epicurus

The rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process, is its own reward. - Amelia Earhart

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rippersz · 11 months

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𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟, 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔗𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℌ𝔦𝔡𝔢

⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰

(A Lucifer Morningstar {The Sandman} x Fem!Reader One-shot) (TW: Kind of Smutty)

⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰

You could feel them.

You could feel them in the room, existing in the shadows, pouring into the crevices.

Like black ooze… like a snake, able to fill any space at all… like something untouchable. Priceless.

Your brother had always said that in order to know God, one had to know The Devil. One had to seek them out, understand them, hold them close, and only then could one find the beauty in purity. In innocence. In humankind.

‘But where do you find The Devil?’ You had asked, young and wide-eyed and impressionable.

‘Everywhere,’ his soft boyish voice responded, ‘You find Satan everywhere.’

It was hogwash.

Bullshit.

Indoctrination.

The Devil never existed - you came to that conclusion however many years ago.

The Devil didn’t exist and your fear was pointless.

And yet?

And yet.

You still returned every day, purging your sins at the altar and kneeling among the pews. Staring at the cross like it was your savior - a direct line to whatever part of Heaven you wished you could end up in once everything was said and done. And it was there, in the middle of prayer, when you felt them. When the air changed in the middle of the afternoon and suddenly you blinked and the sky was dark. With the street lamps lit and the stars darting the evening. There was no moon to accompany them - there was no moon to accompany you.

And, in the same sense, there was no one to witness your death. Which would certainly happen, if the change in atmosphere said anything at all. And it did - it said a lot. It said that something was lurking and something was nearby and something was very very hungry. So hungry, in fact, that you could feel the dread drip down your spine in the form of a cold drop of sweat.

There were eyes on you as you kneeled, observing the curve in your body and looking at the way your legs folded beneath you. Hands out, hands clasped, head bowed beneath the gaze of the Heavens. Of a ruler you’d never meet. Of the very antithesis to whatever was behind you, sitting in one of the rows, lounging like nothing mattered at all. And you supposed it didn’t. The line of prayer that spilled from your lips had stopped immediately, and things fell silent, and nothing- nothing- could have mattered. You felt stuck. You felt scared. You felt… compelled.

‘Turn’ something distinct and evil whispered, ‘turn around and look. Look at them. Look look look. Peer upon divinity lost; peer upon God’s favorite; kneel in their shadow and admit that the Almighty was wrong. Look look look and see what humans have always wanted to see. Be the lucky one. Be the one to know. Be greedy. Look.’

And you hadn’t realized you were turning until it was too late and your eyes sprang open and there, some rows away, lit up by a soft ray of light that seemed to shine from nowhere at all, was The Fallen One.

All black leather and pale skin and cherubic features and all blonde hair and large dark wings and one long leg crossed over the other and all strong shoulders and slender fingers locked together into a calm grip on a strong-thighed lap and all neutral expression if not for the tiniest tiniest smile quirking up at the corners of pale soft lips and all blue eyes blue eyes blue eyes. Icy. Never-ending. Unbelievably bright in the beam of the sun’s random ray. Not looking at you - but looking at the cross.

Staring at the big large mocking symbol hung up at the church’s zenith.

You swallowed.

‘Demons and sinners burst into flames when they come into contact with anything holy, okay? So don’t be a sinner.’ Your brother’s words rang in your head.

You’d never seen anyone burst into flames before.

Was The Devil untouchable because Hell was so hot? Or did God not care?

Or maybe… perhaps… they belonged there.

“You are thinking awfully loud, little lamb.”

You jumped.

The Lightbringer’s voice was so soft… angelic… glorious. With a gentle accent and a minor hush. Naturally quiet. Naturally lovely. It made you shiver.

You didn’t know how to respond. What could you possibly say to The Devil? What did they want to hear? Your eyes darted to the church’s double doors. If you wanted to leave, would they let you?

“You wish to go so soon?”

You couldn’t help but glance at them, noticing with a start that they were definitely closer than they had been before. A few rows closer, actually. So close that you could smell the scents of burning wood, rot, and damp stone. It made you swallow - and you quickly had to hold in a grimace when you felt the way the bouquet lavished your tongue. Like you were tasting it. Them.

Oh what a sinful thought…

A whisper so near you almost yelped had you gasping and falling backwards onto your palms.

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer.” The flowery softness from before was gone - and the scent was stronger, nearly hovering as your focus came back to you.

Again, they were closer. You could blink- you could glance away for a millisecond- you could disappear into your head with your eyes open- and somehow they still managed to close the distance. Less rows between you. Less pews. Less worship to be had - or more, if your heart’s fluttering was as loud as your ears made it out to be. And there was a burn in your cheeks likewise. As if you had had too much red wine, or like the sun decided to cast you as its new victim, or like The Devil had entered the room and… oh wait.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, immediately speaking without much thought because Lucifer’s attention was on you.

You.

Those brilliant icy blue eyes that put the stained glass to shame were on you. And that glorious head of glowing blonde curls was turned toward you. And their body- that body- could easily stand up and round those two rows in a split second and be by you. Looming over you…. Holding you…. Prying your mouth open and placing two long slender fingers on your tongue…

“Hm.” It was a small sound, accompanied by the most graceful head tilt you’d ever seen, and for some reason it had you straightening up and trying to pull yourself together.

The stupid position you were in was embarrassing. On your ass, leaning back on your hands, legs nearly spread - how unladylike. How… sinful. You quickly sat up onto your knees and dusted off your palms, trying not to take your eyes off of The Devil for too long just so they didn’t sneak up on you again. As it was, they were observing in silence. Watching as you pulled down the hem of your skirt and used the nearest pew to help you get to your feet. Once your legs stopped wobbling and you got yourself standing, you realized the extent of your predicament.

Lucifer Morningstar was tall.

Tall enough to be at eye level once you straightened your back. Tall enough to watch with the smallest of smug smirks as your eyes widened. As you realized that they were both tall and large. And muscular beneath that intimidating leather and heel get-up. You weren’t even sure where to look.

Those hands… long fingers indeed. And those legs… you had to try as hard as you could not to imagine the way those thighs would feel wrapping around your waist. And that neck… drool pooled into your mouth and glistened on your tongue and oh god you wanted to kiss that soft skin until The Devil turned red and started burning up. Until you started burning up. Until Hell became a distant memory, and the church began to look like Heaven. And those wings, oh you wanted them in your mouth. Beneath your fingertips. Between your lips, cradling your body, shielding your pleasure from the world. You wanted them. You yearned for them.

You stared at them, lost in utter thought.

And The Devil noticed.

Of course The Devil noticed.

The Devil noticed everything. The Devil saw everything.

“Curiouser and curiouser…,” The Lightbringer whispered, forcing your eyes away from those wings and onto their face.

That face. That porcelain face. Glorious, handsome, blurred beauty kind of face. Soft around the edges, hard where it counted. You wanted to run the pad of your finger along the bridge of their nose and kiss them until they panted for breath. You wanted to bring color to that pale complexion.

You wanted to. You really did.

But then your eyes slid over to the doors and you blinked.

Lead me not into temptation…

“I think I have to go.”

…but deliver me from Evil.

Your body began moving before your brain could catch up. Soon enough, you were one step- two steps- five steps- 12 steps- so close to getting the Hell out- so close to feeling normal again- so close to retaining purity!- only to get stopped by a strong thick wing being thrown up in front of your face. It unfurled with a whoosh and the very tip of your nose brushed against the soft membranous texture of The Devil’s glory. The wing wasn’t white, it wasn’t feathered, it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t like an angel’s. It didn’t bring light the way the name suggested. No, it just brought darkness. And fear. Fear that bubbled up like poison, slowly spreading through your veins, slowly dragging on your mind. Forcing it down. Making you take a step back because The Devil wasn’t keen on you leaving and the sin that bombarded your thoughts was beginning to worry you.

“Please,” came your desperate whisper; your voice so soft it didn’t even echo.

“Please?” Lucifer responded, slow and gentle, drawing your eyes to their face. They were observing you again, perpetually amused. “What are you pleading for, little lamb?” And when your gazes met, you found that you didn’t know.

What were you pleading for? What was there to want? What could The Devil possibly give you that wouldn’t cause you to sell your soul? What could you gain from speaking to them?

What could you lose?

“I have to go.” You sounded like a broken record - a very unconvincing one because you didn’t move.

In fact, you didn’t do anything. Your purse was slipping off of your shoulder and your feet were hurting in your heels and perhaps going to the church right after getting off of work was not a good idea because you were starting to feel antsy in your proper clothing. Everything just felt too tight. Everything just felt too wrong. But you didn’t move. Their eyes were just so… you had no real words for it. Were they captivating? Most certainly. Were they entrancing? Without a doubt. Were they real? Yes, they looked pretty damn real staring into your soul like that from their little pewed perch. Yes, very real - very real and very attractive. You felt the urge to plead again, but before you could open your mouth, The Devil was standing.

Sliding off of the wood, slow and easy… like a snake… never taking their eyes off of you… stalking…

You were helpless as you watched The Devil’s lips part- soft and unhurried- glorious and plush.

“You already said that,” and a smirk spread like bubbling lava, dragging across their sculpted features like a chisel with marble, “Would you like me to believe it?” Their teasing brought a flush to your cheeks that you couldn’t shake - even when you took a stunned step back.

And again, you did not know the answer.

Not even when the dark shield of their wing was lowered and the church’s doors were revealed. Not even when the chance to run- to escape- to go- was right there. So close, but so far. Pulled back by your uncertainty. Pulled back by your curiosity.

It wasn’t everyday that The Devil walked into a church. And it wasn’t everyday that you were there to see it.

The sudden sound of shuffling had you making your decision… and your eyes were drawn to the ocean once more.

There was such clarity there - such brilliance. You wanted to drown in it. You wanted to shove your head into their hands and drown in whatever they had to say. You wanted to fall back down to your knees and slick your tongue along the rounded edge of their boot. You wanted them to defile you upon the cross, using powers you weren’t ever sure existed. You wanted to kiss them and you wanted them to kiss you. You wanted them to want you. Was that so terrible? Was that so wrong? Was it terrible to yearn for such things? In the moment, staring over the blonde hairs of their eyebrows and the platinum color of their lashes, you weren’t sure. How could something depicted as hideously demonous be so… so… full of divinity? How could they glow in the way that they did, lit by a stray gleam that didn’t seem to exist anywhere else? The rest of the church, after all, was lit by overhead lights that made your skin seem pale and sallow. But Satan looked radiant. You wanted to tell them that. You wanted to tell them everything.

“Shall I take that as a ‘no’, little lamb?” They whispered, their voice strangely feminine - soft and placating. You liked it. You swallowed.

“I… I don’t know what you want,” your voice shook.

“That wasn’t my question.”

Well. It seemed it was already too late. You had made your choice.

“Yes.”

And you watched in awe as the prettiest of smiles, the most holy of grins, stretched over those pink lips…

…and started burning you alive.

⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰⊱꒦꒷꒦꒷︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦⊰

I do so love The Lightbringer. I hope you liked this, small as it was. - Ripley x

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moon-catto · 2 years

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I know I love you

Part I | Part II

Summary: One sided love with Gojo ended up more painful than you'd think.

Warning: Hanahaki disease, blood, angst, no comfort.

A/N: I always like Hanahaki fic I've read in other fandom. I haven't seen any in Jujutsu Kaisen universe so I decided to write it and suffer with you >:)

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He's like the brightest star you've ever seen. The brilliance in his cerulean eyes and the sweet boyish grin he showed is brighter than the sun itself.

To you, he is an unreachable star. Too high and out of your league—he is gifted with blessings from the god, while you are no more than a commoner. A peasant who is lucky enough to maintain a friendly relationship with him. He's always superior in every aspect, unlike you who barely mastered any. You envy the light he emanated because you'll never shine like he does, so you can only look at him behind the shadow of his back.

You've tried, of course. But you're born with inferior cursed technique with a damage that never could compare to his. You're a fourth grade sorcerer and he's a special grade sorcerer. The gap between you is as obvious as the sky and the earth, yet he still keeps you by his side.

More than often, you asked him why he still regards you as one of his friends. He's surrounded with so many extraordinary people, you just couldn't fit yourself in that kind of circle. Out of a place like a sore thumb, you found yourself slowly becoming one with the wall in the corner where he stood in the mid of the room like a star he is.

But you always ask him why.

"You're weak, so you need me to protect you." Is what he always said. At first it felt like a funny answer to you. He's just this naturally cocky after all. But after years, it doesn't feel the same. He missed how your heart broke when he answered it two years later, the dimness of your smile and how forced it was.

He's mocking you.

After all, why would a strongest sorcerer waste his time with a literal nobody like you?

Many people had told you this yet you're just as stubborn as ever, ignoring it while proudly thinking because he sees you as one of his precious friends. But alas, where is that confidence now? Now ask her this question again, she won't have any answer to reply it.

What am I to you?

Why am I constantly thinking about you?

Months turned into years, these constant anxiety has finally bloomed into something far worse.

You watched in pure horror as blood dribbled from your mouth and staining the carpet below you. You touched your chin with trembling hands, picking a a blue petal covered with your fresh blood.

The salty smell of blood clogged your nose and made your eyes watery. You ran as fast as you could to your bathroom when you felt another bile coming in your throat. You slumped down by the toilet when you coughed up blood again. Petals of foreign blue flower floating on the toilet.

Sweat trickles down your forehead to your neck. Your chest heaving heavily because so many thoughts flooding your mind.

Your first thought is to call him is almost instinctively, but you turned silent when you heard him groggily answered from the other side. A foreign young woman called him soon after.

"Nothing. Sorry for disturbing you."

Pretty blue petals with soft white edges.

You sobbed when the realization hits you. You wanna curse him, hurt him, hate him. But you unable too, because now you realized just how deep you loved him.

And you know he won't love you back.

Days passed slowly. With the constant pain piling up in your lungs like a tree growing a new branch each time you saw him. Still as bright as you remember.

You smiled bitterly when he didn't notice the state you are in. The dark eye bags under your eyes, your dry lips, and bony hands. You look even more horrible than before.

"If I keep looking like this then he would never like me." You said to yourself mindlessly. Ever since you discovered your disease, it's hard to maintain focus so you often talk your thoughts out loud—but not when he's around. Whenever he's near your focus would come back like a magic because he is the only thing that you can set your mind into.

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A mild pain in your chest. Even the simple image of him in your mind made you feel pain.

You wiped the remnants of blood with your sleeve. It's good your uniform is black, so no one would notice the dark stain of blood on your clothes. Your handkerchief is already full with blood and petals after all.

Then when you're out from the bathroom, you were met with Nanami.

"Hello, Nanami-san." You're suddenly light headed when you tried to bow to him, losing your footing you almost fell onto the floor but luckily Nanami caught you on time.

"Careful." He calmly help you back standing despite your flustered state. You're not usually this clumsy, but when he noticed your pale visage he immediately support you to walk with him.

"You're very pale, Y/N-san." He told you.

"A-ah, I'm having anemic episode. That's why I'm feeling dizzy recently." You laughed but it came out humorlessly. It hurts your conscience to lie to him, but then it's not like you're completely lying to him. All these coughing up blood has reduced your hemoglobin level. "You can stop here, I can do well on my own Nanami-san."

"No, I insist Y/N-san. You look like you might be blown away by the wind."

He's serious but you couldn't help but to let out a chuckle. A genuine laugh that had him smiled faintly.

"Then please take me to Shoko's place."

"Sure thing."

You're only made halfway to the said place when out of nowhere, Satoru appeared and pulled you to his side.

"Y/N! I was looking for you everywhere!" He sings songs, hugged your tiny frame with his larger body.

"Y/N?" Nanami was about to scold Gojo from being rude but stopped when your face become even paler than before.

A violent throb in your chest suddenly appeared when his fingertips touched you. You choked out a sob, this pain is three times more severe than usual— just a light touch from him could made you feel this much pain. What if you see him with another girl?

Another throb.

"Y/N!" Both of them immediately hold you up. The strength had left your legs at the mere mention of your name from him.

"Let me—" Satoru offered to hold you, but you turned to Nanami instead. Ignoring his outstretched hand.

"Please take me to Shoko, Nanami-san." You whimpered, closing your eyes because of the ✨ immaculate ✨ pain that slowly overtook your senses. You missed how Gojo look at you in disbelief. Did you just ignore him?

"Okay." Nanami carry you bridal style and quickly ran to the school infirmary, Gojo followed suit behind.

With his height, he can see you closed your eyes shut— you look in so much pain that his heart also clenched so tight, it's suffocating.

The image of you ignoring him and turned to Nanami instead etched in his mind like a plague. His heart is burning with both anger and bitter ... Jealousy?

He quickly shook his head. He shouldn't think like that, right now your health is what matters to him.

"She's having a pneumonia." The gasp can be heard from both men when Shoko explained your condition to them. "It's a bit severe so she will need to rest for a few days."

Nanami sighed while looking over to your collapsed figure on the bed. "That's why she's rarely go out these days..."

Gojo frowned at that. Pneumonia? You never told him this. Even if you discovered it recently, you should tell him about it. He's your best friend, He'd gladly help you so you won't have to be in so much pain like this.

"She's going to be better, right?"

Shoko looked at Gojo with a sharp gaze that made Gojo raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing. I think she'll be better with some rest, so please don't come here and disturb her. Understand, Satoru?"

"Why only me?" He whined. "Nanami should also be scolded!"

"He already understood without me telling him." Shoko turned then proceeds to ignore Gojo's wailing by giving them some tablets. "'ll give you some medicine so you won't be infected with the disease. So off you go now."

It needs a bit forceful attempts to get Gojo out, but finally he agreed to leave after Nanami agreed to have a lunch with him.

"You owe me big, Y/N."

Your closed eyes fluttered open. "Thank you, Shoko." You hummed in comfort after Gojo finally left. "...How do you know?"

"It was obvious. Don't underestimate a doctor's eye." Shoko simply replied and you smiled bitterly. "It's him, right?"

You nodded weakly. Tears started to overflow your vision when you feel Shoko's patting your head gently to calm you down, but it only made it harder to hold back your tears. "It hurts Shoko... It really hurts..." You let out your sobs, it's also too painful for Shoko.

Shoko leaned to give you a hug. "I know, Hun. I know."

The medicine Shoko gave you did wonders to ease the pain. The pain is still there but less intense than before.

"This will reduce the pain." Shoko told you. "But don't take it too often, it will numb your feelings too."

Hanahaki disease.

It's a curse for unrequited love. Sorcerers are more likely to get this cursed disease because they're more exposed to cursed energy. When a sorcerer's falls in a one sided love, the cursed energy inside them became chaotic and the pain they're experienced gathered and formed into a small cursed flower bud that slowly growing up inside their lungs. The more pain the sorcerer experienced, the faster the bud grows.

And finally the bud blooms into a mature flower tree, bursting from their chest and effectively killed the sorcerer.

The flower tree keeps growing even after the sorcerer's death, and soon the dead body became one with the tree itself.

"If I become a tree, will this pain disappear?" You closed the book In front of you mindlessly.

"Why'd you wanna be a tree?"

"Waah!" You almost fell from your chair when Satoru surprised you with his presence. A goofy smile adorned his face, he's not wearing his blindfold so you can see his beautiful eyes looking at you with a glint inside them.

"So, why a tree?" He asked again and chose to sit beside you. You're in the school library, there's a lot of empty chairs available. Why did he choose to sit here of all the places?

The pain came back hurting at the sight of his innocent smile. He looks extremely handsome with the navy button up shirt he's wearing today.

You unconsciously moved your chair away from him.

He's taken aback with your action. So he moved closer.

You moved further away.

He moved closer again.

You think this isn't going to end, so you stand and exit the library while clutching the book on your chest.

"Y/N!" Of course he chased after you.

What happened to you? You're becoming more distant ever since you're out from the infirmary. He even feels you purposefully avoiding him lately but now it's proven to be true.

You are avoiding him.

Ouch, he never thought you would hurt him like this. But he's never going to let you go without having any proper explanation.

"Wait!" He held your wrist in panic.

You jolted when his touch opened the wound in your heart— you slapped his hand off from your wrist.

Ah, the look on his face.

You think you'd be at least comforted when you see that expression on his face. You should be.

So why you're the one crying?

He's also surprised to see you suddenly crying. He's trying to approach you, but you took three steps back.

"Don't go near me." You warned him between sobs, and oh— his heart cracked at the sight of you're crying. He wants to hug you, comfort you, and making you smile again but you refused him to go by your side.

"Why?" He can't contain the anger in his voice. "Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?"

"You did nothing wrong." You wiped your tears but a new batch of hot tears flow again. "I'm the one who's wrong."

He doesn't understand. "Look, we can settle this by talking..."

"No. I don't want to talk with you." You sniffle and he bit his lips. What are you doing right now? Don't you know it's killing him for not be able to touch you right now? Seeing you're crying almost pained him physically. "I'm a bad friend. So just go and find other friend." You tell him.

"Bullshit." The edge of his voice is rough. His patience becomes thinner after hearing your words. "You're my best friend. We can fix this if you give me a chance, Y/N."

He's practically begging for you when you know he doesn't need to. It's your fault from the beginning. It's your mistake to fall in love with him when all he does is appreciate you as his good friend. You betrayed him by crossing the line, how could you fix your relationship with him?

You know this disease will further hurt you and him. So you need to put an end in this.

You smiled at him. He froze, he never saw you smiling so hollow like that before— ah wait. He have seen it before.

"Why do you keep me as your friend, Satoru?"

Now he realized it. Your weight lost, your tendency to avoid him and others, the dark bags under your eyes. Your weary smile. Your anemic episode.

You're slowly broken and he doesn't even know it.

Because you always with him. He just realized it when you're distancing yourself from him.

"You... Since... Since when ....?" His voice cracking under the heavy realization, his eyes caught your empty ones and he immediately shuddered.

"Since a long time ago."

Your answer made his shoulders slumped down. You can't stand him broken down because of you so you continued.

"Don't worry. I'll get over it." You told him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall but here I am." You chuckled. The pain started to build inside your chest, you held back a bloody cough to tell him. "That's why I'm a bad friend. So let's end this friendship." You fished something from your pocket.

A small medicine plastic with a capsule inside it he knows well what its' for.

After all, that's the only medicine for that specific disease.

"But don't take it too often, it will numb your feelings too."

"No, don't —" he ran before you could react, he engulfed you in his tight embrace. Not daring to loosed it any bit in fear you would run away again from him. "Don't do this to me!"

"I don't wanna see you sad because of me." Your body trembled in his secure arms. "I'm a coward because I can't tell you even if I died."

"You're not dying!" He practically screamed. "I'll bring you to Shoko now!"

But then you coughed blood, the amount of blood that's coming out from your lips is more than concerning. He doesn't care that you ruined his perfectly ironed shirt when he's focused on the blue petals coming out with the blood.

You choked and struggle to breath, and he put his hand inside your mouth to pull a whole blue flower from your throat to help you breathe better.

Translucent, almost like his eyes.

"FUCK!"

He took you by bridal style and immediately teleported to Shoko's office.

"SHOKO!"

Your pale body laid in the glass coffin specially made for hanahaki victims. The white haired man stood beside you, adorning your unconscious body that's wearing a gorgeous white dress. You look peaceful. Not in pain like you used to.

The blue flower blooming from your chest and between the strands of your hair—he supposed to hate it. But you look ethereal because you look good with that flower. The flower that resembles his eyes.

Like a princess in a deep slumber—he wished he's a prince who would wake you up with a true love kiss. He missed you. He missed you badly. He missed seeing your eyes, your smile, your warmth, and everything about you. He never wished for anything but for you to be awake. He's trying to find a cure for you, two years had passed and he's stuck with nothing.

"Please wait for a bit longer." He caressed your coffin with such tender, as if he's caressing your skin. "I'll find you a cure. I will. I promise you, love."

The Moonlight shines brightly from the window, illuminating your figure just perfectly. You're so beautiful and always look beautiful. If only he had the chance to say it.

He gazed at the moon outside. You always love stargazing and watch the moon. The expression on your face when you gazed at the moon, he wished you gazed at him with such tenderness too.

He unconsciously smiled at the fond memories.

"The moon... Is very beautiful tonight, isn't it Y/N?"

Upon the cold moonlight that night, a flower bud grows inside his chest.

Part II

Masterlist

#Gojo Satoru angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou x reader #jjk gojo x reader

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tornado1992 · 7 months

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WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY - FRONTIERS DLC BAD ENDING EDITION - EEEH I CAN'T WRITE FLUFF TO SAVE MY LIFE BUT DAMN I MISS WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY SOOOO HERE'S MY TRY TO CONTRIBUTE

Star gazing

"Tails, buddy please, look at the stars... look at them, they're shinning" - and yet he didn't dare to rise his gaze himself, blurry emerald eyes looking for another kind of shine in a blue much lighter than the sky's, one that he knew wouldn't exist anymore. All because of him.

"Mmmm... W-where... Everything's reawy dark..." - the tears wouldn't stop falling as he tried to look up, fighting the tremors and coldness that were running trough his body, as unlikely as it was to feel such things in his current semi physical state, not being entirely there as his mouth could no longer taste the blood that was comming from inside him earlier, that was a bad sign, it was way more preocupying than not smelling the grass and flowers that he knew surrounded him, and now he couldn't even feel the heat of his own tears, but as he tried to lift his hand to hold onto the blurry blue form that he could swear was above him a sonic second before the world fell to darkness, he knew that he couldn't. And yet, he felt all the pain while not feeling his brothers arms around him. It wasn't fair.

It made sense given the thought, of all of them, he was the youngest, the tiniest, of course even a small portion of the cybercorruption Sonic was going through would affect him the most, but he gladly faced the challenge as he knew they we're counting on him; they were getting out, he'd make sure of it, even if it meant to absorb all the cybercorruption himself, he already knew pain, this was just a different kind, one that his only family was willing to take to protect them, to protect him, and he will not let him feel it again, he will not let them feel it at all.

He wanted Amy to keep smiling even as tears would paint her face, Knuckles to laugh as he would scold him for being reckless, and Sonic... Where's Sonic?

"S-Sonic, where are you?!" - the kit knew he was talking, even as no sound got to his ears, not even his voice staying to acompany him in his last moments. Or maybe it was there, but just as Sonic, he couldn't reach it.

He didn't wanted fear and pain to be the last thing he felt, it was the first thing he remembers ever feeling. So, as he gets no answer, he tries to do as his brother told him and look at the stars, and as he can no longer archieve that, he imagines them.

The stars always had a soothing effect on him, managing to calm his worst fears as his brother held him close after a nightmare when they were just the two of them, amaze him as he taught him all the stories behind those shinning figures in the sky that could only be seen as the sun went to sleep, and leave him in awe everytime the person he loved the most became one undefeatable, bright, yellow star.

He really loved stargazing since he was a kid, a much smaller, tinnier kid. Small enough that the thought of becoming a star felt possible even with a genious mind such as his, his brother once told him he could become one too, so he believed him. Even when the light pollution was enough to not let him see any constelations, he knew the stars were still there, just as he knew his brother was hugging him everytime he closed his eyes as he prepared to rest. Just as this time.

As the small body of the kid fell limp in the speedsters arms, one last tear fell from the once shinning baby blue eyes, it was cold.

Crying and hysterical laughing could be heard from beside them, neither with a hint of joy, happines or relief behind it, sorrow and rage taking those places.

Even as the midnight sky kept glowing, emerald eyes lost their birightnes, as the stars were no longer shinning. They would never shine again.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic and tails #miles tails prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #angst #sonic frontiers #sega sega why did u lie #i wanted more angst sega #yeah he died

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teddy-bear-baby · 10 months

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Their Deadly Flower - Four

A/n: This is probably my second favorite chapter out of what I have written so far. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported this project of mine so far, it means so much to me.

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: None? I think...

Prolog - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

“Nobody saw.” You playfully smack Ghost’s shoulder as you continue to laugh with Soap. “It’s ok to show you care in ways that don’t involve yelling and cursing.” Ghost’s eyes shift down to yours from where they had been focused on the wall. When you look back into them you find yourself mesmerized by the way they had softened at you under his balaclava. You’re completely lost in them, that need to be near him nearly consuming you. Your heart beats in your ears as the rest of the pub falls away around you. In this moment there’s only you and him, no words need to be exchanged.

Your staring comes to an end when Soap pats your shoulder. “I’m going for another.” He tilts the bottle at you as you pry your eyes from Ghost’s. “You need one?” You swore the man could drink damn near anyone under the table. He was already on his sixth of the night and was still semi-coherent. You’d kept to a slow pace, having just ordered your third about fifteen minutes ago. You usher him off with a gentle shake of your head. “Suit yourself.” His legs wobble slightly as he moves to stand from his seat next to you.

You look away from your tipsy friend to glance around the table at the rest of your comrades. The team morale had shifted quite a bit from the unnerving silence in the Humvee a week ago. They all seemed so much more lively now, everything felt right. A content feeling settles in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking between the men you realize, after two long, long years, you finally feel comfort. Their very presence sparked a warmth within your body that you hadn’t noticed was missing for so long. You finally felt at home, not in any certain place but within the emotional confines of your team.

With a contented sigh, you stand from your seat. “I think I’m gonna head back. I’ll see you boys tomorrow.” You swiftly make your way to the exit, the cool night air nearly knocking you over as you step through the threshold. The moon shines bright above as you take a moment to appreciate the stars as they twinkle against the dark backdrop of the night sky.

How was it that something as mundane as the night sky could be so dark, yet so entrancing? It reminded you of a certain set of eyes, ones that were all too familiar. The way they’d stare back at you blankly, bored even. The way they twinkle with the light of the hall's fluorescents. The way they’d slowly shift and show something beautiful, only for the darkness to creep back in much sooner than you’d like. The way they’d stared at you only a few minutes ago sends a shiver down your spine. The way they'd shifted from cold and distracted to warm and welcoming as his gaze fell on you makes your heart flutter.

Ghost’s masked face flickers through the back of your mind, remembering the wry laughs he’d let slip. The way the two of you would bounce sarcastic remarks back and forth, his eyes lighting up for a brief moment as he’d smile under his mask. Perhaps, somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for the stoic man. Somewhere in those moments when he’d let his walls down, even a little, he’d captured some part of your heart and kept it with him. And only now that you were back with him, were you reconnected to that piece of yourself.

“You doing alright?” You feel as though your soul leaves your body when the deep voice reaches out into the once-quiet space around you. Your hand shoots up to grab your chest, not bothering to turn around as you hear Ghost’s light chuckle. That deep melodic sound sends shivers down your spine. Heat rises to your face as you listen to him shift behind you. “Why so jumpy?” His hand falls gently onto your shoulder as he moves you to face him. Your muscles threaten to quake at the contact but you shove down the feeling.

“I’m fine, really.” You huff out as you comply with his motion, turning to face him. “I was just… I was thinking.” Your body threatens to answer that foreign call again, to step forward into his space.

He seems more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes still hold the chuckle he let slip moments ago as he tilts his head curiously. His hand still sits on your shoulder holding you at arm's length from him. You know he’s silently asking you to go further with your thoughts but you couldn’t just come out and tell him. You couldn’t just say that you’re slowly realizing that you have feelings for him. He’s your lieutenant for fuck sake. On top of that, you’re fairly certain that this man doesn’t know the meaning of the word love. All he knows is good fieldwork and mutual respect.

You shake the whirlwind of thoughts from your head. “It’s nothing.” You hold in a sigh as you take a step back trying to put distance between the two of you. You feel your heart threatening to leap out of you. That odd, off putting need to touch him claws its way up from your gut, settling heavy in your chest. You wave your hand haphazardly over your shoulder, trying to find an excuse to leave the situation before you act on these rash feelings. “I, um… I’m gonna- you know.” You cringe inwardly at your awkwardness.

Ghost’s eyes flash with amusement as he watches you fumble over yourself. He gestures in the direction of the base. “I’ll walk you back.” He was just trying to keep you safe, you knew that. The struggle taking place in your mind prevented you from seeing it that way. You squirm under his gaze as more thoughts cross your mind. Ones that would never reach the light of day.

“I, um… No, that’s ok.” You stumble over your words attempting to get the lewd images out of your mind. “I think I can make the walk on my own. Thanks though.” You can feel the tension between you growing as you begin to mentally panic. You turn swiftly to walk away, wanting nothing more than to turn back and throw yourself at him. You push and push and push, but that feeling won’t leave. You risk a glance over your shoulder as you take a few more steps away from Ghost.

His eyes are locked on your retreating form, unblinking. His annoyance shines in them as he takes a few slow strides after you. Your pace picks up as you feel Ghost’s presence inching closer to your backside. A familiar itch works its way into your leg muscles as you increase your pace once more, hoping Ghost will get the message and back off. He doesn’t though, he keeps pace about five feet behind you the entire way back to the base.

Visions of him chasing you down and pinning you to a wall force themselves to the forefront of your mind. Groaning internally you keep pace hoping to make it to your room before Ghost gets the bright idea to say anything to you. To your surprise he turns off down a separate hallway, likely to get to his room. A sigh escapes you as you round the corner that will take you straight to your room. “Thank god.” Your words come out airy as you reach to open the door. You barely have time to touch the cold doorknob before an unfamiliar voice behind you makes you jump out of your skin.

“Rough evening?” The voice is thick with what sounds to be a German accent. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The apology comes out in a breathy mix of words and light laughter, no doubt at the sight of you jumping.

As you turn to face the man you recognize his makeshift hood immediately. “Oh, it’s you.” Your brows knit together as you recall he’d ignored your request for his name. You purse your lips as you crane your neck to look up at him, only now realizing how close he was. Your chest flutters as you take in the sheer size of this man. Sure, you’d seen him earlier and he seemed large then. But now that you stood mere feet from him, the absolute enormity of this man hit you like a ton of bricks. “I, uh… I never caught your name.” Your skin crawls as he towers over you. You were certain he wasn’t trying to come off as menacing, but it didn’t stop it from happening. “I’m Iris, by the way.” You put your hand out hoping the small gesture will keep away the odd tension that had enveloped the two of you earlier.

His eyes flicker in the shadows of his mask, from your face to your hand and back. His hand comes out slowly to take your much smaller one in a firm but gentle handshake. “Ah, right, Iris.” His voice comes out unsure like he’s testing how it feels in his mouth. He pauses awkwardly, looking to you for confirmation that he’d said it right. You nod, finding it oddly adorable coming from a man of his stature. Your mind drifts from the hesitant look in his eyes to the feeling of his large calloused that still held yours firmly within it. “I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier. I get a bit nervous around other people.” His eyes go wide as they slowly slide to where the two of you were joined. He unfurls his fingers from around your hand, nervously dropping it to his side. Your hand feels oddly cold as you bring it to rest at your side. You force yourself to hold back a laugh as he looks at everything but you. “König.” With a small nod, he turns on his heels and retreats swiftly down the hall.

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It was one word, one single word. Yet somehow it has managed to plague your thoughts for over four days now. You had doubted it was his actual name, probably just a callsign like the one you’d given him. It didn’t matter though, it intrigued you. It picked at your brain as you repeated it over and over again. What did it mean? Of course, you had no way of knowing, you weren’t even completely sure what dialect it came from.

You’d seen König a few times since he’d introduced himself. Mostly at meal time or just around the halls, but he always made an effort to at least say hello when your paths crossed. You had also bumped into him yesterday while getting in your daily training. Thinking back on it, you’re not sure why you agreed to it, but you wound up on the sparring mat together. You were scared at first that he’d absolutely plow you through the mat, but he was surprisingly gentle with you, playful even.

A huff leaves your lips as you refocus on the training you and Soap had taken to this morning. It was Price’s idea, he wanted to be sure you were still at your best, so here you were. “This is bullshit.” You eye Soap as he examines your form from across the sparring mat.

Soap laughs as he continues sizing you up. “Don’t I know it. Not only do I need to grade your performance, but I also have to be sure not to hurt you in the process.” You don’t miss the sly smile that plays on his lips as he finally charges for you. His arms reach out to grab you as he runs at you.

You couldn’t be too upset. After all, it did give you something to focus on. Something that wasn’t a large brooding man with mood swings and a mask. Both König and Ghost had plagued your mind for hours on end. König had piqued your interest just by the pure enigma the man was. He was so large and intimidating, his very presence commanded every space he entered. It was hard to believe a man like that could really be so put off by simply interacting with other humans. It was endearing in a way.

Ghost, on the other hand, had your mind in a spiral. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to tell him how you felt. Every time you’d pass in the halls or sit near each other your head would spin. You wanted him with you at all hours of the day. The aura he exuded consumed every piece of you even when he wasn’t near. Even now, while you are alone with Soap, not another soul in sight, you can feel him. In your thoughts, his voice repeats your name over and over, a siren’s call beckoning you to come and find him. But you don’t. You push it down and focus on the task at hand.

A hearty laugh bursts from your throat as you easily roll out of the way. “Please, you’re more likely to get bitten by a shark on dry land than are to catch me, let alone hurt me.” Your feet are swift and graceful as you move to avoid another one of his advances. “I kept up on my training for the whole two years I was gone.” You chuckle as you watch him trip over his own feet.

He huffs out a laugh as he steadies himself again. “You’re a fast little shit, I’ll give you that.” He smiles but doesn’t make any move to charge at you again. “I’m getting a hold on the way you move though. I’m not going to hold back anymore, I have every intent to take you to the mat. Consider that your warning.” He rolls his shoulders as he lowers his stance, staring you down like prey.

Your body instinctively moves into a more defensive stance as you ready yourself for the oncoming assault. “Come on then Suds.” You laugh at the glare he sends your way. “Bring it.” Your hands move in a ‘come here’ motion.

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” His voice lilts with a playful growl as he strikes out at you. His movements are faster this time, you still avoid them but only narrowly. You block every hit as it comes flying at you. Your body reacts mostly on its own as the two of you dance across the soft flooring. You lose count of how many times the two of you had made rounds through the room. He chased and swung while you expertly avoided every one of his attempts at you. Your body jittered with adrenaline as your mind raced, knowing it was only a matter of time before one of you got tired and slipped up.

The room remained completely silent as you began the cycle over again. He lunges for you, your feet carry you out of his reach to another corner of the mat. He swings, your body maneuvers away from the attack as your arm comes up to deflect it. As you round to the third corner of the mat you notice that two large dark figures linger in the doorway. The moment of pause this gives you allows Soap the upper hand. Taking hold of your momentary lapse in focus he charges, grabbing hold of your middle and manhandling you face down into the floor. He straddles the back of your thighs as you shoot an accusing glare at the two figures standing in the doorway.

Your eyes flicker between the figures. There with his arms crossed and a mildly amused look in his eyes, stands Ghost. His ever-present mask seems to mock you in your current position. The second figure nearly makes you do a double take. König stands over Ghost’s shoulder as he too stares at you from under his hood.

Soap’s voice cuts through the silence. “You really shouldn’t let yourself get distracted like that.” His breathing is still harsh from the chase you’d given, and you can’t help but think his words are mildly poetic. “That’s how you end up injured, or worse, dead.”

You laugh to yourself as you soak in his words, ready to make him eat them. Your body moves faster than he can react. With your palms flat against the mat, you slide your left leg up the side of your body, releasing it from its previous confines between Soap’s legs. You kick it backward with all the force you can muster and your palms dig into the mat, twisting your upper body to follow your leg through its motions. Using the momentum you gain, you manage to throw Soap onto his side. Now, it’s your turn to take advantage of his hesitation. You jump onto his now prone form and force his face into the mat as you straddle his hips and, for good measure, you pin his right arm behind him.

You snicker, repeating his words back to him in a mocking tone as a small groan escapes his lips. “Give up, Soap. This little game of cat and mouse is over.” He growls in disapproval and squirms in an attempt to get you off of him.

“Give up MacTavish, Iris got you.” Ghost’s amused voice reverberates through the room, as Soap taps his free hand twice on the mat. You lift yourself off of him and step to the side offering him a hand up. Ghost gives you a small approving nod. “Good work, Iris.” Warmth settles In your chest at his words. Butterflies kick up a fuss in your stomach as the magnetic feeling returns, pulling you a step closer to him.

“A lot of power in a small package,” König states, still standing behind Ghost. “Quite a useful commodity.” You take his words as a compliment and sidle up to the two large men.

“I’d say I passed this little test of skills.” You smile up at them as you make a move to pass through the doorway. You were overly ready for a shower and lunch. Your body is sore from the extensive training exercise. You’re confused when Ghost doesn’t move from the doorway, nearly causing you to bump into him.

“Not so fast, you two. No break time yet, Captain’s got us all heading into a meeting.” Ghost’s eyes meet yours as you start to protest. Your voice dies in your throat at the sharp look he gives you. “It’s mandatory.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Yours and Soap’s voices sound off in unison with the same annoyed and mocking tone. You both sounded like schoolchildren who’d been lectured about not missing class again. Reluctantly, the two of you follow behind Ghost and König, mocking each other and bickering the whole way to the meeting room, gaining the occasional curious glance from König and an annoyed glare from Ghost. Only when you knew you were in earshot of the meeting room did you and Soap begin conducting yourselves like responsible adults. Straightening your shoulders and walking with purpose even if you were still in your sweaty workout clothes.

Upon entering the room, you’re met with a few unfamiliar faces alongside Price and Gaz. Soap, Ghost, and yourself gravitated to the left side of the room, joining your two comrades who already stood there. König on the other hand joined the others on the right side of the table. Confusion ebbed at the back of your mind as you stared at König.

Price spoke before your curiosity could get the best of you. “I take it, with the smell and all, training went well?”

Soap glances over at you then back to Price with a mildly unimpressed, “Eeh.” He shrugs as he turns his full attention back to you. “I’ve fought tougher adversaries.” His mouth twitches slightly as he attempts to hold back a grin.

A small but sweet smile plasters itself across your face, eyes never leaving his. “I’m surprised you can pronounce words that long. Honestly, Johnny, that’s impressive.”

Ghost steps between the two of you. “Enough. Both of you.” He sounds like an annoyed father trying to keep his children in line. The look in his eyes on the other hand tells you he’s ready to choke the life out of you both. “Training went well.” He turns his attention to Price who stands there with an amused look on his face. “From what I saw, I firmly believe that Iris is ready to rejoin the team out in the field.”

With an approving nod, Price moves forward with the briefing. “141 meet KorTac.” His hand gesture from your team across the table to where the other group stood. “KorTac, 141. Be nice and try to get along. We're all in for a bumpy ride together.”

Chapter Five

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neutralvibe · 21 days

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Jason todd meets Death before being resurrected.

Warnings: gore, blood, angst, fear. Happy ending, I swear.

He awakens frightening, grabbing furiously at his body in panic, trying to find himself.

He can't hear anything...yet... there's this ringing sound that seems to echo all around him... like a laughter...a maniac laughter.

He opens and closes his eyes while gasping and choking for air. Every time he opens his eyes, he sees his face... that smile... that inhumane smile. He squint his eyes shut, bracing his ears with both hands before yelling and begging over and over for Him to go away.

He could feel his broken ribs at every breath he took. Panicked, he looked down at his destroyed robin suit, looking for band-aid in his belt when he noticed his body twisted in a way that would hunt his dreams. His bones were popped out of his skin. The deep carving of the knives were painting his suit in a deeper red with his own blood. The ripped skin tissue and tendons were making him gag. He sat on a small puddle of his own blood. He stared at his body for a few seconds, blank, before the dull pain suddenly shots through his body.

He screams.

He screams in agony.

He screams even when his voice cracks

He screams even when there's no sound coming out of his mouth anymore.

He falls silent on the floor. Quietly suffering. Sobs echoes in the void.

He warped his bleeding arms around himself, clutching and gripping at his suit in a desperate attempt for comfort. His shoulder would jerk up every time he sobbed. He let his head fall to the floor until his forehead hit the floor.

Tears run down his cheeks.

The sound of his pain echoes

Until the only sound remaining is his sharp breathing in the void.

"Hello?" An echo reaches his ears.

He gasps harshly as he abruptly looks up. He sees nothing. Just now, he realizes he doesn't really know where he is.

There's mountains ahead of him, but they are strange. They look like they were made from black ink or some sort of waterpainting? It's beautiful yet strange.

The floor beneath him is completely white with small black dots like stars within it. It looks like a reverse night sky.

Not so far from him, he sees flowers. But they don't have any colors in them they look just like the mountains, water- ink-ich. They don't move. He just now noticed that there's no sun nor moon. There's no wind.

Where was he?

He clearly wasn't in that dark and twisted place with them...with him.

"Hello?" He jumped a little, that echo again. It sounds so close, but there's nothing around him. He was alone.

"Oh," it echoes. It's... pleasant, soft. Like rain. He missed rain.

"I didn't notice you were here, apologies." It's not an echo but a voice. He looked around, slightly unnerved. There's a voice speaking, but he was alone.

Until he sees a bright silhouette in the distance, slowly shaping itself more clearly as it approaches him.

He can feel his heart accelerating at every step they take. He started to back away from them. Leaving a trail of blood as he crawled away.

What do they want from him?

We're they going to hurt him like they did?

We're they going to torture and torment him like he did, too?

He doesn't want to find out.

No.

He crawls away while moaning in pain, tears running down his cheeks as he whines like a dying animal in the middle of the road, abandoned and left at the mercy of the cars. He doesn't look back. No, he doesn't want to look at the light that will end him.

He crawls until he can't no more. Exhausted and tired, he cries in pain.

He waits.

He waits for them to finish the job.

To finish what he started.

Breathing heavily, he lay there. But after a few minutes of silence. Nothing happened. We're they waiting for him to look at them? Did they want him to see who would take his life? The silence still remains. No, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing his tears. They can go to hell.

Still, nothing happens.

His curiosity is edging him to look behind him. To see what is happening. But he pushed the thought away like it was fire.

Nothing.

Even after minutes that have passed, still nothing.

He takes a chance and looks behind him.

To see a woman staring at him with a gentle gaze.

Jason was pretty sure she was the incarnation of the sun with how bright she glowed. Her hair was snow-white. She had bandages wrapped around her eyes and hands. Her dress looked like waves of clouds when there's a strong wind pushing them into beautiful curly lines.

She had stopped a feet away from the small puddle he created earlier. She bowed slightly at him. "Greetings, young one."

He shallowed down his saliva before cautiously turning his body towards her.

"I hope you were not waiting for long." Her voice echoes softly in the void. It's nice, calming. Like a mother wishing goodnight to her child after a bedtime story.

"What is your name, my child?" She asked him softly.

He eyed her suspiciously. His mouth moves into a thine line as he stares back.

Noticing he wasn't going to answer, she smiled gently. "May I sit with you?" She asks while gently pointing beneath herself with her hand.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he slowly and painfully nodded at her.

She bowed once more while mumbling a 'thank you' before lowering herself to the ground. Sitting crossed legs.

A moment of silence passes between the two as they both stare at each other. One of curiosity and one of patience. Finally, she breaks the silence.

"You seem to be hurt, young one. Would you like help with your injuries?" At the request, jason feels his eyes water again. They want to help? Or their just trying to get him to let down his guard so they can hurt him?

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it right away. He hesitated. What if, just maybe, they do wanna help? It hurts so bad...

No.

She's going to hurt him in some way, that's for sure. Like the bat, how he left him for dead or how that maniac destroyed his body and sanity.

Rage ran through his body at the thought of the bat. He left. He abandoned him in that place with all of them. He left him for dead.

He clenched his jaw close as he closed his fits, almost drawing blood with the pressure he was putting on his skin. He glared darkly at the ground, lost in his own anger.

He didn't notice the woman had gotten up and walked towards him until he felt warmth on his back.

Then his gazed snapped to the woman that was now kneeling beside him, her hand on his back and the other slowly going towards his chest.

He should push her away, yell at her to get away from him. But he doesn't. It's like his mind can't think of anything when her hand lands on his chest and a warmth blooms in his body.

This feels nice...

He remembers when his mother used to hold him during cold nights when he was younger. It was warm and safe. Just like this. Tears roll down his face at the memory.

God, he misses his mom.

More tears fall as he sobs at the warm memories he suddenly remembers. He remembers Alfred showing him a book, his favorite now. When Alfred prepared tea every time him and dick came back together after a snock out. He remembers the video games nights he had with dick after a particular rough day.

With the overwhelming feeling of loss, He couldn't help but reach for the strange woman. He wrapped his broken arms around her form into a desperate hug as he cried, burying his face in her neck as he sobs and gasps for air. Holding on to her like she would keep the shadows and the cold away from him as long that she stayed by his side.

She hugged him back, sending warmth all over his body. She caressed the back of his head and rubbed his back gently while whispering that everything will be all right.

That he is safe.

He slowly realized that his body doesn't hurt as much as it did. He pulled away from her to look down at his body. He was no longer bleeding, and the trail of blood that he made, as well as the small puddle, had turned into the same flowers he noticed earlier. Gentle and small flowers.

His body was no longer broken or dislocated it was strong and powerful. He felt like a new person. He closed his eyes to feel his mighty heartbeat. It was strong and alive like a drum on the battlefield, strong and constant.

He was alive.

"My child." He opened his eyes again to look at the woman beside him who smiled.

"Jason." his voice was loud and strong. It was completely different from earlier. It sounded like he could move masses by just talking. "My name is Jason."

She smiled brighter. She was proud of him. He could see it in her body language. She was proud and happy. She reaches for him once again.

"Jason... my sweet little bird." She said gently while caressing his face like a mother would to her child. "Your time has not come, yet." She slowly took off his robin mask off of his face and placed it on the flowers beneath them, revealing his beautiful deep blue eyes. "They still need you. Your family needs you."

Jason suddenly has a flash in his mind. There was a 'S' like Superman symbole and a plushie? Of Superman? He sees hair? Red/ orange hair in a high-ponytail? And an arrow, a red one. As quick as it came, it vanished. He blinks a few times. What the hell do those things mean?

The ground suddenly starts to shake before it slowly starts to glow a deep green emerald.

What is happening?

He looked around himself when he noticed the mountains fading away in the green. The flowers turn into greenish colors. He looks back at the woman to see her smile sadly at him. "It's time..." she simply said before putting one last time her hand on his cheek, where she heals a rather deep scar.

Jason reaches for her hand to hold on to it. Scared of what will happen next.

"It will be okay, Jason. Do not be afraid of the future." He frowns, confused at her words. As the world around them crumbles into green. "Even if you don't remember... just know it will be okay." She continues as she reaches up to kiss the top of his head, causing a streak of his hair to turn white. "You will be okay." She looks straight into his deep eyes and smiles reassuringly before everything fades to green.

"Everything will be okay." It echoes...

#dc fanfiction #cw: gore #jason peter todd #jason todd #red hood #angst with a happy ending #dc comics #second robin #dc robin #robin #dc red hood #dc bizarro #dc artemis #dc roy harper #i don't own the picture or dc

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