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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Maniac [Prologue]

ー The scene starts with a flashback in the forest

Monologue

ーー That is when I decided,

I would crush everything within sight,

with my raw power.

All these pests are just too damn weak.

I could clearly see the fear reflected in their eyes,

even before the battle had started.

Then by the time I realized,

I was covered in blood from head to toe,

yet I had not sustained a single wound myself.

I could never run rampant like this,

during my training at the castle.

Therefore, I never felt truly satisfied.

However, outside the castle walls, I am free.

Said thought crosses my mind,

as I look down and trample over the collapsed Vampires on the ground.

Look at me. I’m strong.

This proves my point.

Shin: ( ...There’s nobody around. So much for coming here to test my strength. )

( This should be Snake territory...The Vibora’s turf. Did those guys make a run for it, perhaps...? )

...

...Who said it’s dangerous outside the castle? The opponents here are all bark and no bite.

Geez...Boring...

( At this rate, it doesn’t matter what or who it is. I’ll destroy everyone who crosses paths with me. )

*TIMESKIP*

Male Vampire A: Guh...Y-You fiend...!

Shin: Hehe, I’m sure you have at least somewhat of a sense of pride, don’t you?

In which case, I’m sure you would have wanted to die an honorable death to preserve said pride.

However, unfortunately for you, right now you are miserable and pitiful.

ーー Now perish while harbouring said humiliation.

Male Vampire A: ...C-Curse you...

*Thud*

Shin: Ahー ...I killed the guy. ...Oh well, whatever.

( I’m strong. Not even Nii-san can beat me in terms of raw power. )

( Everyone should fear me. Tremble in front of my strength and get down on your knees...! )

Hehe...Ahahaha!!

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

*Rustle*

???: ... That guy...

...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the ballroom in Banmaden

Butler: S-Shin-sama! You’re bleeding...! W-What on earth happened to you...!?

Shin: Ah, this? Nah, don’t worry. I’m completely unscathed myself.

Butler: I-I am glad to hear that but...Still...

ー Carla walks up to them

Carla: ...

Butler: C-Carla-sama!

M...My sincere apologies! I let this happen despite you telling me to keep a close eye on Shin-sama...

Carla: ...Step back.

Butler: ...Yes...

ー The butler leaves

Shin: ...Hey there. So, what made you come all the way here to see me?

Also...What was that he said just now? Why did you ask the guy to keep an eye on me?

Carla: ...Shin. You must stop causing turmoil on foreign territory.

Shin: ...Other territory? Turmoil?

I have no idea what you’re talking about...The whole Demon World has always belonged to us Founders, right?

So what’s the problem with running free on my own land?

You can do the same, you know?

No, I guess ‘you should’ is more correct?

Carla: ...

Shin: Besides...

It doesn’t matter if we’re siblings or not, we’re still two honorable Founders in the end. So should we really be getting in each other’s way?

Carla: ...

Shin: ...Hehe, there you go giving me that look again. You always look at me with those condescending eyes.

You always have. Since we were younger...This whole time...

But you know? I’m much, much stronger than you think. I’ve become stronger!

I’ll show you with my fists...

that things are no longer what they were in the pastーー!

*Woosh*

*Smack*

Carla: ...Too easy.

Shin: What!?

( He blocked it...I guess I should have expected as much from Nii-san...He’s in an entirely different league. )

( That’s exactly why I don’t want to lose. )

Carla: ...If you want to boast, then you must first make sure that you have the power to back up your claims.

Shin: What do you meaーー

Carla: Hmph!

*Woosh*

Shin: ...Gah!

*THUD*

Shin: ( W-What just happened...? As soon as he waved his hand, I was sent flying straight into the wall... )

...Guh...

Carla: This is what I mean.

ー Carla walks away

Shin: ( I guess I was powerless again. )

...Damnit...

( ...I thought I had grown stronger...But I’m still no match for Nii-san... )

( Are things still the same as before? Can I not change? )

...As if.

I won’t let that happen.

( I’ll prove my worth. I swear I’ll make him acknowledge me! )

ー The flashback ends as Shin wakes up in his room

Shin: ーー !

Haah, haah, haah...

( Another dream from the past...? )

( Whenever I recall those days, my eye always starts to ache... )

...As it should.

( As long as this pain remains, I will never forget ‘that day’... )

( And the despair and agony I felt...! )

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Yui: ...Phew...

( I feel a lot better after having something to eat and taking my medicine... )

( I can get up like this now but... )

...Cough, cough...

( Seems like I’m not back in tip-top shape just yet. Haah...What to do...? )

???: ーー Please do not push yourself.

Yui: ...!

...M-Mertz-san. How long have you been standing there?

Mertz: I got here a few seconds ago.

It seems like I startled you, my sincere apologies. I happen to be somewhat timid, you see.

Yui: O-Oh no...I should say sorry for acting so surprised.

( He had been standing there for a bit but...He didn’t make a single sound. )

Mertz: ...No need to be so alert. I only came to check up on you because I was worried about your condition.

Besides...

I believe that I might be someone more familiar to you compared to Shin-sama and his brother.

Yui: ...What do you mean?

Mertz: I am also a Vampire, just like the Sakamaki and Mukami families with whom you have established a close bond.

I am not a Founder.

Yui: ...I see...

Mertz: Exactly. I hope this will make you a little less wary of me...

Yui: ( Even though I was absolutely terrified of Vampires at first, right now I feel relieved to hear those words. )

Mertz: ...Besides...

(whispers) Please rest assured. I am on your side.

Yui: Eh...?

Mertz: I hope this can stay between the two of us but...

To tell the truth, I am here in name of Karlheinz-sama...the Father (1) of all Vampires...

Yui: ...!

Mertz: I am to inform him straight away if something were to happen to you. ーー So please rest assured.

Yui: ( Mertz-san is...my ally...? )

( ...Is he telling the truth? I feel as if Shin-kun and his brother would see through his facade right away. )

Mertz: ...I assume it is difficult for you to believe me right away.

In which caseーー

*Rustle rustle*

Mertz: ーー Please take a look at this crushed eye of mine. (2)

Yui: Ah...!

Mertz: I did this to myself, to trick those Founders into trusting me.

This is the proof of my resolve as Karlheinz-sama’s representative.

Yui: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Mertz: ...My apologies for showing you something so unsightly.

Yui: O-Oh no...

( I can’t believe he destroyed his own eye to gain their trust. One wouldn’t be able to do that...without a strong resolve. )

( But still... )

...Um, are you reallyーー

???: ...Could you stop doing as you please?

Mertz: Shin-sama...My apologies. I was worried about her health...

Shin: I don’t need to hear your excuses. Get out of my sight already.

Mertz: ...

ー Mertz leaves

*Thud*

Yui: ( ...Mertz-san... )

Shin: Haah...Why do you seem disappointed?

What were the two of you talking aboutーー huh!?

ー He pins her down

Yui: Kyah!

( H-He has me pinned down, it hurts...! )

Shin: Come on, if you don’t want to face any more pain, you better give me an answer and quick. What did you talk about?

Yui: W-Well...

( I can’t tell him...that Mertz-san works for Karlheinz-san... )

...You see...I-I asked him...for a glass of water...

Shin: ...Hm.

What a lousy excuse. At least try a little harder if you’re going to lie.

ーー Nn.

ー He suddenly bites Yui

Yui: Ah...!

Shin: Nn...Hah...Nn...Haah...

ーー Disgusting. I don’t want this blood in the slightest.

Yui: ...Ugh. Then...Cut this out already...!

Shin: I’d love to, but unfortunately I can’t.

Nn...I have to...cleanse your blood even more...Nnh...Haah...

Yui: N-No...Stop...

...Cleanse? ...Why exactly...?

W-What exactly...do you Founders want from me...?

Shin: ...Hehe, you don’t need to know that, do you?

Whether you know or not, you’ll continue to have your blood sucked like this regardless.

Yui: ...Ugh. I-I won’t deny that I don’t have the power to push you away right now...

B-But...Still, this body is still mine...!

I should have the right to know what will happen to me...!

Shin: ...Someone thinks mighty high of herself, huh!?

Nn...! Haah...Phew...Hah...Nn...!

...Hehe. But if you’re that persistent, want me to tell you?

I’m pretty sure you’ll regret ever asking though.

Yui: ...

Shin: Listen carefully. You will have to...

ーー give birth to a Founder child.

Yui: ...!?

Shin: You will leave behind Founder offspring.

Yui: M-Me...!?

Shin: Exactly. For us Founders to once again rise to the top.

Vampires are nothing but an inferior species which can only ever dream of reaching our level.

Hehe, and unfortunately...This is something only you can do.

It has to be you, a descendant of us Founders.

Yui: A descendant of...the Founders...?

I-I’m not! I’m a human! So stop this!!

Shin: No, Founders’ blood most definitely flows through those veins of yours.

After all, the original owner of your heart...

Cordelia, you see, she was a descendant of the Founders as well.

Yui: W-What do you mean...?

Shin: Well, I believe she never found out either.

That her very own Mother...Menae, was a Founder.

Yui: ( Cordelia was part Founder...So right now I’m also...? )

H-Hold up. Even if I do have Founder DNA in me...That doesn’t mean I’m the only one!

Shin: It actually does, you know.

ーー Listen, there are only two pureblood Founders left in this world.

That would be Nii-san and I.

ーー In other words, to ensure offspring, we need a woman, someone who can carry the child.

And a woman with Founder blood would be preferable.

Yui: A-And that’s where...I come into play...?

Shin: Exactly. Obviously, we would have much rather had a pureblood as well, but...

You’re the only option we have left, so we had no other choice.

However, your blood in its current state is way too polluted from having those Vampires feed off you time after time...

We can’t possibly have such a tainted body carry the child of us honorable Founders...!

That’s why we’re getting rid of all the dirt by sucking your blood.

Do you understand now? We have to go through all of this extra work because of you.

Yui: ( I have to...give birth to a child? A Founder child on top of that... )

I-I can’t do that! I definitely can’t!

Shin: You can’t? Is that really so?

So you won’t consider it right now? You think you’d be able to get away from me?

Yui: ...! N-No! Stop!!

Shin: Hehe, I’m just joking. I don’t want a woman this dirty either.

For now, at least.

Hehe...I’m sure that Nii-san plans to have you carry his child once you’ve been cleansed...

However, I will have you give birth to my child. Remember that well.

...I won’t let Nii-san have you...

Hehe, so hurry up and become pure, okay?

...Nn...Haah...

Yui: ( What did I do to deserve this...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The use of the term ‘Father’ here is probably similar to how ‘God’ is sometimes referred to as ‘Father’ as well, rather than to be taken literally.

(2) Japanese has no plural form, so I’m actually not sure if Mertz has one crushed eye or if both of them have been destroyed. I assume it is only one though, since it’s never mentioned anywhere that he is completely blind right now.

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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Some pear for you🥰 enjoy!

BESTIE THAT FIRST PIC IS ONE OF MY FAVES 😭 ugh thank you for these beauties, I love you mea 🥰🥰

#god he looks SO good in alpha tauri white and navy #ugh that first pic really does things to me #like i dont think you understand #how do you do fellow car nerd #ALSO THERES SO MUCH HELMET SQUISH 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#mea you truly know my weakenesses

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littleitaly94 · 2 years

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Once again watching the hunchback of Notre Dame and i am blown away by these songs and the incredible use of Latin and prayers in the lyrics. How is no one else obsessed with this movie???? Like, the Confiteor being interwoven with Frollo's self righteous prayer? "You know I'm so much purer than the weak licentious crowd" followed by "quia peccavis nimis", literally "I have greatly sinned"????? Come on guys. Then "it's not my fault, I'm not to blame, it's the gypsy girl" interwoven with "mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa", or "through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault"!!! Like the Latin prayer just emphasizes so clearly his hipocrisy and his incredible lack of understanding of what it truly means to be faithful to God.

COME ON CATHOLIC TUMBLR THIS IS RIGIHT UP YOUR ALLEY SOMEONE TELL ME IM NOT CRAZY.

#the hunchback of notre dame #catholic #catholic tumblr #latin

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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lexwritess · 3 years

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incorrect quotes anon, i have a super angsty idea that i think you’ll LOVE. so basically michael x reader but she died at on of the outpost, and were basically the only good part about michael and him not caring about anything anymore (even more than usual lmao). and it’s just grief and sadness and anger. it’s fine if not, if you do i’d love to make incorrect quote for it also! have a great day/night!!!! ❤️❤️

broken promises [m.l.]

pairing: michael langdon x fem!reader

warnings: angst, death, swearing, blood, i don’t think this is accurate i tried to research on lilith but it was difficult but i liked the idea so this version of lilith is mostly based off the one from caos

a/n: i got a little carried away lmao

words: 1.6k

slightly au! i’m going to pretend michael can’t bring dead people back ✌️

y/n is a witch. but she’s a different kind of witch. she was born for a very specific purpose, one that she didn’t even understand yet. she knew she was different though.

she really knew she was different when her supreme, cordilia, tried to kill her.

she ran away from her sisters that night. she didn’t need cordilia to kill her. she already felt dead. defeated. the only real family she’s had wanted her dead.

that’s when she met michael.

michael despised all witches, but there was something about y/n that dragged him to her. the two of them were like magnets and they both felt it. the world always pulling them towards each other.

she met michael when he was at a loss. y/n wasn’t the only one cordilia hurt that day.

y/n found michael in the woods, he looked ill and lost.

y/n brought him to a dark church she saw a couple days prior. they found a woman there that was eager to help them back on their feet and get them well and nourished.

that was a big step for michael. after that visit michael finally got sense of himself. unfortunately, y/n still didn’t understand her purpose.

“i want to help michael, i really do but i don’t know what i’m suppose to do. you’re the antichrist! i’m just a rejected witch.” y/n tells michael gloomily.

tomorrow was a big day for him, he was getting back his ms. mead. of course y/n was happy for him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t need her anymore.

“you are so much more than that. you are more powerful than you think and you are a big help to me. and even if you don’t serve a purpose for the apocalypse i care about you and want you by my side.” michael looks into your eyes and grabs your hands.

that’s where y/n and michael shared their first kiss.

“can you help him or not.” you interrupt the two idiotic coke heads.

“oh. who’s this?” mutt said cockily.

“she’s a witch on my side. her coven tried to kill her. don’t get any ideas though she’s mine.” michael said protectively.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself.

“alright, sorry. please don’t light me on fire.” mutt says defensively.

this is the second time michaels been here. this time he decided to bring you along so maybe you could get an idea what to do next if jeff and mutt didn’t.

“do you have some special marking on you, or have demonic fire powers?” jeff asks you while mutt looks for something to help michael.

y/n shows him the upside down triangle that appeared on her wrist about a month ago.

“not going to lie, that’s kinda lame.” jeff says disappointed.

y/n gives the man a glare and with the wave of her hand the glass bowl of cocaine was now broken across the floor.

“WHAT THE FU-.” jeff yelled before mutt stepped in.

“we can worry about it later. look at the book of revelations. have you read it?” mutt asks.

michael looks at them before opening the book with his magic.

y/n flips through the book when michael is done looking for anything else.

“who is lilith?” y/n ask monotone.

“lilith is technically a witch. she was the wife of adam but refused to sleep with him. eventually she went and sided with the devil. the devil turned on her. lots of variations and stories of her. no ones quite totally sure.” jeff explains.

y/n looks at michael with a skeptical look on her face and he gives one back.

“holy shit, you’re totally lilith! but for the new world!” mutt exclaims.

y/n stands up and look down upon the two.

“how would you know?” y/n raised her eyebrows at them.

“you’re coven tried to kill you, you just so happen to be with the antichrist, the triangle on your arm...makes sense.” jeff says.

y/n stays still staring at them. they gulp under her gaze before she walks out of the room.

michael hurries after the girl, needing to know what’s on her mind.

“y/n, what is the matter dear?” michael asks, linking his pinky with hers.

“i do not want to be lilith.” y/n says strongly.

“if being lilith means i will lose you in the end i don’t want it!” she lets go of michaels pinky and storms off to the car.

“darling you will never lose me! i may have to follow my fathers plans to end this world, but i’m still in charge!” michael yells to y/n.

“promise me!” y/n yells back, finally walking towards micheal.

“promise me.” y/n repeats, this time her tone barley above a whisper.

“i promise.”

2 years later

present time

the apocalypse is here. the world is gone. hell is on earth.

and you’ve been by michaels side the whole time.

he kept his promise

and now you were standing in front of your ex-coven.

they were back to kill you, again.

“come back to finish the job?” you bitterly ask cordilia.

“i had no choice! you were made for evil, i was never going to be able to peel you away from him and you would always choose him over your sisters!” cordilia yells.

“well michael never tried to kill me like you did! you were the only family i had!” you yell back, tears brimming your eyes.

you furrow your brows trying to hear what cordilia was mumbling but before you realized it’s too late.

“ms mead!” michael cried.

cordilia had killed his ms mead again.

“fuck you!” you say angerly stepping closer to cordilia.

as you walk closer cordilia is pushed back by your magic, a trail of fire leading behind you.

“how are you doing that?” madison asks in shock.

“because i’m the new supreme.” you smirk.

cordilia laughs bitterly and you look back at her.

“you can never be the supreme. you are a demoness! you are and never will be a real witch!” cordilias words burn in your brain as the realization hits you.

“mallory.” you whisper to yourself.

“precisely.” cordilia smiles.

while michael was having his last moments with ms mead, in the corner of your eye you saw madison grab the machine gun and go to point it at michael.

“repellendum malum minitar, ut nobis!” you quickly shout the protection spell.

you repeat the spell and step closer to michael.

“tutela eorum vinculum!” cordilia starts chanting against your spell.

you repeat the spell but as she gets closer the sheild starts breaking.

“et defendat mea!” you shout louder. the shield starts breaking as the other witches join in on cordilias chants.

“amans vitae meae praesidium.” you say quietly before the shield breaks.

bullets shoot throughout the room before your bloody body slumps against the wall. you feel awful, they shot you enough to make you weak so you can’t heal, but strong enough to let you bleed out.

“y/n?” michael says quietly, before he is shot as well.

myrtle cuts a piece of michaels hair and walks back to mallory.

“hurry mallory, before he heals.” cordilia rushes, and the witches leave the room.

michael wakes and looks over to see y/n’s bloody body.

“y/n! no, no, no!” michael lifts you up so he can hold you.

“michael you have to listen to me.” you cough, as the metallic taste fills your mouth.

“i can save you, i know father can. just stay with me a little longer.” michael pleads.

you smile at him and shake your head.

“listen, don’t kill cordilia. i’m not the supreme it’s mallory. she will go back and kill you in a past timeline, so none of this will never happen.”

“i have to! look what they did to you!” tears fall from his face.

“michael baby, i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay, but you got to make sure you don’t kill cordilia. it’ll bring mallory’s powers to full strength.” you assure him.

michael shakes his head as more tears fall from his crystal blue eyes.

“i love you, i love you so much. i’ll be with you soon.” michael squeezes your hand.

“i love you too michael, so much.” you let out a shaky sigh and squeeze his hand back.

“goodbye michael.” you smile as your eyes start to close.

“no, don’t say goodbye! baby please open your eyes again.” michael weeps.

“fuck! i wasn’t suppose to lose you. i wasn’t suppose to leave you, i fucking promised!” michael screams, while his sobs continue.

“it’s too late langdon.” cordilias chill voice fills michaels ears.

michaels sadness quickly turns to anger as he turns around to see the bitches smug face.

“you killed the love of my life!” michael shrieks.

cordilia hums and stares back at michael before waving the knife out of his hand into hers.

before michael can do or say anything cordilia rams the knife into her chest.

michael is at a loss for words.

he have lost

“no!” he screamed as cordilia fell to her death.

“no.” he repeated while falling to his knees.

he puts his face in his hands and starts sobbing.

he has lost everyone and now he lost the war.

he lost everything because of a job he never asked to have.

“poor michael.” myrtal said quietly while walking over to him.

“please! please just kill me.” michael says defeated.

“you’re the antichrist at his full form. i’m afraid killing you is impossible. you’ll have to live knowing you’ll never have her again.” myrtal says while waking away.

michaels cries continue.

he’ll never see you again.

you’ll never see him again.

in the new timeline he doesn’t exist to you and never will.

that’s what truly killed him.

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miscellaneous-obsession · 3 years

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Hi, I'm not sure if you do requests but I came across your ongoing fic about Alcina Dimitrescu and the maiden. I was wondering if you could write an angst piece about the family involving Ethan Winters and him carrying out his mission in the castle (as hinted during gameplay)? You can make it as sad and gory as you want!

Ah thank you for the ask, I really tried to go all out with the piece! Also please note this was written before canon details of the girl's weakness was revealed.

The Inevitable

Warnings: Graphic violence, death of main characters, implied suicide, details of injury and blood, use of blades and guns and not suitable for minors.

Anguish consumed her entire being as sobs were ripped from her throat, each more violent than the last. Her chest heaved, becoming more breathless as tears relentlessly trailed down her cheeks, falling only to land on the creamy expanse of Alcina's dress.

Being the last to have turned, Ethan presumed her mortal connections of humanity lingered longer than most. The emotional intensity of the scene that unfolded before him forced him to avert his gaze as guilt threatened to tear through his heart. He was the cause of such destruction; he had laid waste, bringing about the death of a family in reparation and retaliation for the loss of his own.

He called them monsters, but there was always a chance he was wrong. Was it he who was becoming the villain of the story?

Forcing himself to face the consequences of his actions, his stomach turned. Recalling the events that led him to believe that the brunette was the first he had slaughtered. She had walked into the hall unsuspecting of the company hovering above on the bannister, perched in wait, ready to leap onto her frame. Unable to swarm and seek help from her sisters, Ethan had plunged a blade through the skin and muscle of her neck with such force even the crunch of bone and cartilage echoed alongside a gurgled scream. Her eyes had widened, arms flailing helplessly as her mind continued to fight, hoping that this was not her untimely end.

"Cassandra," the cry of her name rang throughout the expansive room and with force, Ethan was flung from his position over the fading woman. The redhead looked torn; anger and sorrow clashed together like waves against a cliff. Her bottom lip trembled as tears threatened to spill over with the force she blinked, a truly futile effort to contain them.

"You can't go, Cassie; who will I bicker with?"

Ethan had recovered by then, his heart aching with a drop of adrenaline as these sisters were forced to part, separated by planes of existence by his actions. The brunette now lay lifeless in a pool of her own blood, cradled by whom he knew to be Daniela. The very same redhead remained unguarded, vulnerable, and against his better judgement, he retrieved his gun. Solely focused on Cassandra's corpse, Daniela had less than a second to react as she unsheathed her sickle, refracting the bullet, so it embedded within wooden panelling rather than her head.

"You bastard," with sloppy movements, she swung the blade that remained coated in her previous victim's blood. Advancing with ferocity, Ethan was compelled to retreat; his steps backward created a minute distance only to be quickly eliminated by Daniela's persistence. With both knife and gun in hand, Ethan continued to parry, deflecting potentially lethal blows, waiting patiently for an opening.

Two sounds followed in succession, first a second shot of the gun, then the thud of a fallen body. Not far from her elder sister lay Daniela, her body shaking as she slid across the marbled floor leaving behind an abhorrent bloody trail in her wake. Her effort was not in vain as she curled into Cassandra's now cooling body, hoping for a semblance of comfort in the absence of her mothers and only remaining sister.

Seconds later, the matriarch's wife stormed in, her fury no less palpable than her youngest’s. "No," her voice was soft as disbelief seeped in; ignoring the direct threat before her, she came to her daughter's side. The redhead forced a smile, hoping to alleviate the distress that crossed her mama's face.

"Mama," that sole word was enough for the maiden to hush the girl who she pecked on her forehead.

"Relax, Dani, you did so well, my darling. I am proud, so proud."

The slight smile, still as toothy as ever, cracked the maiden's heart, knowing it would be the last she caught from her daughter.

"Cassandra will be waiting, so do not fear, for you won't be alone."

The comfort Daniela sought was given in tenfold as always, and as she closed her two-toned eyes for the final time, she was only aware of her mama's delicate fingers carding through her hair.

Much like her daughter, who had just passed, the blonde could not contain her pain at the sight of her deceased children. Although before Ethan could act, the two remaining ladies of the house emerged, summoned by the ruckus he was responsible for.

Bela surged forward after a single glance to her younger sisters; her protective nature had not dulled even in their deaths. On the other hand, Alcina flew to her wife's side, sharing in the grief that constricted their unbeating hearts. Never had she thought that a single man could enact such damage.

Bela was relentless, her anger conforming to her will and an advantage as she slashed with precision. Her blade getting too close for comfort for Ethan's liking, but he was prepared. Blocking and countering with his own attacks saw the blonde thrown off-kilter, her movements becoming sluggish as she expended her energy far too much over the course of the evening.

Observing her daughters struggles, Alcina moved to step in, only to be too late as Ethan used Bela's momentum against her. With her sickle wedged within the hearth of the fireplace, unable to rip it out in time, both blade and bullets penetrated her unprotected abdomen. The inhuman cry from Alcina sent Ethan staggering as she pulled Bela into her embrace, coaxing and pleading for her to stay awake. Quickly cream became crimson within seconds but was ignored in favour of re-joining her wife. Held safely in her mother's arms brought Bela a semblance of peace; she desperately wanted to stay but knew there was nothing to fear anymore, for she had her sisters to join.

"I'm sorry, mother, mama," she looked to them in turn as she spoke their favoured terms of endearment, eyes fluttering with each movement.

"Nonsense dragă mea, you were perfect."

A small nod from the maiden confirmed Alcina's statement, confident that her daughter had succeeded. "Rest Bela," was the last thing the blonde heard as she slipped into an endless sleep, still held and cradled in the soothing caress that her mothers provided.

Only when they were sure did they let go, allowing Bela to lay by her sisters, placed with such delicacy it surprised Ethan. Only two to go; it was a thought that crossed his mind as both women stood, bodies stiff and ready to pounce as though they were predators and he was their prey.

Both matriarch and her wife were riddled with injuries by the end of the fight, Alcina more so as she had taken blows in an effort to save her beloved. Foolishly it was this notion, her own sentimentality, that brought about her end. Having collapsed her wife catching her with practised ease, Alcina was held against the blonde's chest. With an urgent need to convey her love, Alcina forced herself upright, seeking the lips of her maiden. Granting one of her last requests, her beloved closed the distance, savouring what would be the final kiss in which the matriarch would or could reciprocate. A hand rose to Alcina's cheek as she came to rest her head in the column of her wife's neck, fingers tracing skin with unparalleled tenderness. Ethan's own heart ached, he had lost his wife, his Mia, and he was the reason his ancestor was losing her own.

"I'll be with you soon, my love; I promise even death won't separate us."

Alcina hummed, although not in disagreement; she too did not want to be parted in the afterlife. "You are mine dragă mea."

"I am yours just as you are mine; that will never change."

Smoothing out tangled curls, the maiden pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her wife's head. Seconds later, Alcina's chest stilled and only then did the final Dimitrescu shed her tears, leading to the scene Ethan saw before him.

"Where is my daughter?"

No success, her sobs continued to wrack her body, oblivious to the man's question as she pressed her face into the top of her wife's head.

"Where is Rose?"

He demanded louder each time, growing more frustrated with a lack of results he had hoped to achieve from this massacre. Eventually, without any patience left, he drew closer, his footfalls treading carefully across stained floors. Extending an arm, allowing a hand to come into contact with the blonde’s shoulder, snapped the maiden’s attention to the man who murdered her family, her innate fear of being removed from her beloved squashed upon meeting his bitter gaze.

"Why would I tell you anything, Ethan Winters?"

For once, he had no response, but she filled the silence with her resentful tone, despite her wavering voice and quivering lip. "You hold no more bargaining chips. You played your cards much too early. How foolish a man to have made such avoidable mistakes."

He scoffed as if to refute her statement; despite all of the stacking evidence that she was right, some small part of his mind refused to acknowledge or toy with the concept that she was wrong.

"You want a daughter you will not find; I will not divulge a secret of which I was entrusted with. For you killed my daughters, my wife, my everything. Nothing you can say or do could repair or undo the damage you have caused. You will leave here knowing you have failed."

With that said, the maiden prepared for the inevitable, for Ethan's weapons to end her life much like he had the other four Dimitrescu's at her refusal to share what information he desired. Holding her wife tighter and an arm resting across her daughters, she waited. But the blow nor bullet she anticipated came, leaving a hollow, empty sensation festering in her chest.

"I won't kill you until I leave with what I came for."

"Unfortunately for you, that is the opposite of what will happen."

Before Ethan could stop her, she grabbed her youngest’s discarded sickle, and for all to hear, she said aloud, "In life and in death, glory to Mother Miranda." The weapon was swung with force, finalising the end of the Dimitrescu household, allowing the last member to come to rest, still clutching her wife's body with a loosened grip.

Ethan had failed.

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Only hours later, without hearing from his sister, did Heisenberg approach the castle. Lacking his lycans or other substantial back up he entered silently, aware of the games that may be ongoing. He did not want to spoil his niece's fun.

Entering the hall brought about a shock; in the light of the fires dying embers lay those who he had called his family. Untouched from the fight, Daniela was held between her sisters, flanked on either side, just as she had adored as a child. Alcina was to their right, body held by her wife, who distinctly lacked the sickle once embedded in her skin. The very weapon was strewn to the side, still marred by her blood. Those emerald eyes Alcina adored to talk of were now closed in respect, an unforeseen gesture carried out by none other than the man who wreaked such havoc before having absconded. The matriarch's wife had her arm extended, albeit stiff with rigour mortis, across the girls, forever comforting them in a maternal gesture.

Never did Karl anticipate an ending like this, although he was only thankful for their departure together, for they remained a family even in their time of death.

But for now, it was time to inform Mother Miranda of their demise.

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Time to get back in the swing of things with my Remembrance story.

Mea maxima culpa- (through) my most grievous fault

Remembrance (Part 2- Redux)

December 8, 1957

Sweet Macy, my baby! It's been three years ago to this day that you and I spent that marvelous time in my dressing room-how the years fly by so quickly. This situation is definitely "mea maxima culpa," and it's probably too late for apologies, but darling, I am so sorry that I didn't write to you up until this point. I just know you're upset with me, and I don't blame you whatsoever. Unfortunately, your sweet Miss D has been ill and I didn't want to make that known to the public. I was so weak that I could hardly pick up a pen, let alone stand. I decided to seek treatment when I was here on tour in Romania and have been residing here ever since. It was one of the greatest decisions of my life! You have no idea how wonderful I feel now: it was as if I were gaining a second chance. So much has changed my little doll, and...well I hope to see you, if you grant me your consent. I would write all three years in detail, but meeting in person would make everything easier to explain.

Whenever you are comfortable, please ring me at this number (0373-6617-4441). And should you say yes to visiting, just inform me when you want to leave. I'll have everything prepared for you: money, your plane ticket (first class of course), and transportation from the airport to my new humble abode. I miss that sweet face of yours! Your eyes have been ingrained into my mind since the day you and I met. I often wonder if they've thought of me in this ridiculous time span that I've been "awhol" away from you.

I hope you call. I need to hear that beautiful voice.

Yours truly,

Alcina!

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jangmi-latte · 3 years

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overview:

both choices has different progressions. proceed with your decision and i’ll see you on the other side. you will be welcomed by another door at the end. no choices, just proceed carefully..

𝐓𝐰𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

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The moment he grazed his lips against your ear, you weren’t even able to comprehend what happened next. As if on instinct, you swing your fist behind, nearly hitting him if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s a vampire. He effortlessly dodged your attack and swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling the other behind you and slamming you against a tree. The pain of having your skin scrape against the trunk made you whimper.

What a bad idea it was to even think about attacking a vampire when it was also a vampire you explicitly told you not to even think about attacking one. Where have Charmaine’s teachings gone? Let alone, where has your common sense gone to?

“Feisty.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a good chuckle at that. It was mocking you. He was making fun of your ill attempts of even trying to hurt him. A mere mortal going against a pureblood. “This is the first time I’ve encountered a mortal even trying to attaque [attack] a pureblood. How tough of you. You’re just fueling the fire in my body, mon chou!”

“How do you even know my name? You already said it — stop calling me mon chou!” you protested, only to wince when he tightened his grip on your wrists. You could feel your blood cutting off from getting into your hands as they began to feel cold and prickle.

You were going numb and you couldn’t feel your hands anymore. Your pain was entertainment in his eyes. y/n, are you going to be tough and keep on mocking him or submit?

“I know a lot about you, y/n. But let me ask you one thing. I can’t let Roi du Poisons get harmed just because of your futile attacks. Tell me, amica mea, are you going to behave?” he hummed before pushing you further against the trunk. Your lips opened to let out a small scream of pain the further your skin scratched against the sharp wood. Goosebumps crawled up your body as you whimpered.

His lips pressed against your neck, threatening to pierce his fangs deep into your skin, he smirked. “Or do I have to discipline you?”

“D-Don’t bite me!” you screamed, heart palpitating and breathing escalating. How could you go against a vampire at this point? You weren’t certain whether you would make it out alive or not. You couldn’t be content with the fact they wouldn’t kill you. They’re unpredictable creatures.

He hummed, vibrations felt on your skin, feeling him take in your scent. “Don’t worry… I wouldn’t bite you just yet.”

You wanted to talk back so badly. You wanted to prove to him you aren’t a weak human. Yet, your quivering body has given enough signs to him. You gulped, feeling him lessen the pressure on your head. Your skin was scratched and wounded, however, it was a good sign there wasn't any blood that prickled out of the wounds.

“Sir Hunt.”

The vampire has dropped his hand from your head, still keeping a tight grip around your wrists. “Oh? What brings you here?”

“Dinner for the guest has been prepared. His Highness Schoenheit is waiting for you to bring them in. He added that it’s best for you to hurry up.”

You couldn’t see who was talking but you kept a quick note on what his voice sounds like. It was deep and old. You would think it was an old butler of the household. You didn’t care, what you wanted was to be away from this man’s hands and somewhere safer even if the home itself did not resonate with any safety.

And Sir Hunt…

Fuck.

“I see he’s in a bad mood once again. Worry not, Lumiere, I’m on my way,” commented Hunt as he pulled you away and made you face the mansion. “Now now, y/n, just like what I told you. Do not make any attempts to hurt Roi du Poison. I won’t be gentle next time even when you make a faulty attempt on planning to hurt him.” His voice sounded bittersweet, making fear eat away your confidence and silence your mouth.

“Am I understood?” he growled in your ear, surprising you as your breath hitched. How could his demeanour change so quickly, you wonder. Truly an unpredictable creature. You best wish not to mess with this man any longer. You wish not to evade any space near him. Find your circle, find your safe spot in a house full of monsters.

“Yes,” you choked out before he smiled once more. “Now then, let’s head inside and clean you up. You have to look your meilleur absolu [absolute best] when facing Roi du Poison!”

And towards the mansion you were dragged with hands being held behind your back by no other than Sir Rook Hunt.

You failed to give a good impression and now you are to be watched by residents of the mansion.

Proceed to Chapter Three, Door One

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“I-I’m not delicious for you to d-devour so you can let me go!”

You yelled, absolute bullshit if one would think, followed by a nervous chuckle. Are you going to lie when you say you’re not delicious? Maybe. You were sweating, who would want to have a sour taste of a bite should a vampire want to bite you, right? Absolutely disgusting.

You gulped and looked down at the grip he had around your waist. Neither tight nor lose was his grip. Easy to escape but not entirely good nor safe for you to go and run. Still dangerous to play with these creatures of the night. He stayed oddly quiet after you yelled that. It was scarily nerve-wracking.

“Can you please let me go—”

“Tres bien!” he laughed, his hand lifting up to cover his eyes as he continued his tremendous laughter. The arm around your waist had dropped for him to clutch his stomach. Amused is he to hear a corny remark from you. Humans are entertainments to them and you were no exception. You faced him in surprise, confused to see a vampire laugh at a statement you blurted out of nowhere. Should you be thankful you escaped whatever the hell he planned to do to you or worried that he’s just being sarcastic?

Elusive bastard.

“My my, mon chou. Quite an impressive way to hear something so merdique from a mortal!” he howled as he looked back at you. His hat shadowed the upper half of his face yet that didn’t stop from his sharp, narrow, glowing green eyes to narrow at you. His smirk was alluringly lethal to look at. Pearly white fangs prodding from his lips made your blood run cold as you pressed your back against the carriage door. How are you to respond to his statement?

The fuck does merdique mean?

You sucked in your bottom lip, eyes staying glued at him wearily. You spoke, “S-So…” you began and hesitantly glanced over at the mansion before continuing, “Are you to guide me to the mansion or—”

“Not just yet, y/n.”

You snapped your head back to look over to him. He had his arms crossed as you watched his eyes scan you from top to bottom. You were clearly uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, under his steady stare. Observing you, was he? He tugged you away from the carriage, face moving closer to yours as you squeaked in surprise. “H-Hey!” you instinctively yelled before he placed his finger on your lips.

“Raspberries...wood...angel’s breath...hollyhock…”

“Huh?” He was mumbling to himself. This man couldn’t confuse you any further, now could he? “You were indeed under Charmaine Loiselle’s care…”

“What?” you questioned again. “Didn’t she tell you anything? Or maybe… I don’t know…” You fiddled with your fingers as he took a step back. His lips stretched in a small smile as he said, “I don’t trust that woman.”

“Why?”

“Ah! Too many questions, mon chou. Come now. Let’s not make Roi du Poison wait.” He placed a hand on your back before guiding you over to the mansion. “But do be aware that you should keep your hands to yourself, y/n. We wouldn’t want anyone hurt…” The way he said it made your mind spin into a valley of questions. Too talkative are thee if you were to ask. He was suspicious to your eye and you were no different to his. What is his motive, you wonder?

“Rook…” someone called from the doors of the manor, “I was just about to head out and call you... Vil’s getting impatient…”

You eventually got on Sir Hunt’s good side. But who is the one at the door…?

Proceed to Chapter Three, Door Two

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Who Said Love Was Easy? (5/12)

There are many different kinds of people who come and go from your life. Some will stay constant and sturdy like a river, growing alongside you, others will come like a whirlwind who wreaks havoc and leaves just as quickly, then there is everything in between. In this twisted maze of connections, that is where our story begins. A steadfast boy, a girl with a past, a little bit of alcohol, mistakes, and some love. Where can you go wrong with that?

angsty fluff

w.c: 1.5k

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The moment the girls were out the door I turned to Gahyeon and snapped, my impulse control failing me because of the earlier consumed alcohol.

“You’re really cruel, you know that?"

"Huh?"

"There is a lot of good in your life and you just take it for granted, not knowing anything. It’s annoying."

"What do you mea-" I cut her off.

"Of course you wouldn't know when you're stuck in your bubble full of sunshine and rainbows" I scoff. "Do you know how much it hurts to watch the pain unfold across people's faces because of ignorance like that? Don’t you think that’s too selfish? Why does it have to be you that he-”

“Y/n don’t cross the line,” Jeongin warned, his hand wrapping around my wrist and anchoring me to reality.

I had gotten out of my seat and subconsciously started closing in on Gahyeon who’s eyes were trembling and her brow furrowed in confusion. My vision was clearing from the blinding red and I realized the scene I caused. My eyes caught Younghyun and Chan easing the apprehensive patrons who stared at us three before my mind fully focused on the boy next to me and his hardened glare. I know it was my fault but why does this situation hurt so much? I bit my lip as I tried to control the tears pricking at the back of my eyes as I looked back at him.

“I was in the wrong but of all days, today… can’t you be a little nice to me?”

It wasn’t supposed to sound so desperate… I mean I think- I knew I was going to be shaky but… At least I wasn’t the only one caught off guard by my quiet plea. For a moment, Jeongin’s eyes softened in confusion before he steeled his glare on me once more. My ability to pull myself together was dulled even if this was a sobering moment, my head was still spinning and the warm buzz on my skin was prominent. The tremble of my lip under the hold of my teeth was growing so I pulled my arm from his grasp before zeroing in on my only escape. I looked at Gahyeon with a weak smile.

“I must be more drunk than I thought,” I awkwardly laugh, “Please don’t take it to heart, I’m a bit sensitive because every year this day is just a bad day. I’m sorry for acting out like that.”

I made a beeline for the stairs to the rooftop and thanked God Jaehyung made it an employees only area because I didn’t need any more eyes on me. I plopped down at the break table and threw my head back, dabbing at my tears in annoyance. I did not waste mascara and eyeliner today for it to be messed up from something like this. Ugh I want to go home… Why the hell did Jaehyung even call me here in the first place? After taking some time to control my tears, I sent an annoyed text asking where he was. A few moments later I got a call and thinking it was Jaehyung, I picked up.

“I’m surprised, you said you didn't pick up calls from unknown numbers,” the voice mocked.

“I’m really not in the mood right now, Youngho-oppa.”

“Well since you don’t like pleasantries, I only called to see if you’ll come willingly to dinner or will mother have to drag you over?”

“I’ll go to your stupid dinner but I’m bringing someone. I can’t sit through a whole dinner with you people without wanting to gouge one of your guys’ or my own eyes out.”

“What? Bringing your little boyfriend from last time?”

“He’s not my boyfriend. If that’s all you called for then delete my number.”

"Be there by si-"

I let out a frustrated sigh as I ended the call and slammed my phone on the table. I was too optimistic to think that this year would be different just because I found Jeongin again. I slump back in defeat… this is by far one of the worst so far.

“Yet another birthday gone to shit,” I say with a bitter chuckle.

Someone cleared their throat and I immediately sat up as my head snapped in the direction of the sound. I scoffed as the last person I wanted to see right now approached me.

“Great,” I threw up my hands in exasperation, “ how much did you hear?”

“From the end of the call…”

“I’m telling you now Jeongin, I don’t want your pity.”

“Who said I was going to give it to you?”

A childish retort; I know for certain his mind was probably forming some stupid words of pity on the tip of his tongue. A smile tugged ever so slightly at the corner of my mouth as I looked at the boy now leaning against the table facing me.

“Just making sure… I know you’re not happy with me because of earlier, so why are you here?”

“Jaehyung-hyung is back and told me to come get you.”

“Didn’t the others tell him about what happened?”

“Yup and yet he still chose to send me.”

“That man needs to learn to read an atmosphere,” I rolled my eyes and hesitated for a moment as I looked at Jeongin before cautiously adding, “Are you taking her words to heart?”

“Honestly? Yeah…”

It was written all over his face when she said it but I didn’t expect him to be so honest with me. My muddled brain was thankfully sober enough to think of all the reasons why this was a bad idea but sadly it wasn’t sober enough to filter my mouth. Mistake three.

“Do you really think working at your dad’s company is going to change anything?”

“Nothing else has worked and this is the only way to have her finally look at me.”

“And it was a thoughtless remark. Are you really betting your happiness on a half baked sentence said on a whim?”

“What would you know about what I want or what my happiness is?” he snapped back.

“If it did make you happy you would’ve gone there from the beginning but right… I’m just an outsider who doesn’t know anything,” I scoff. I do know but of course that knowledge is forgotten with everything else he told me on that drunken night. I wouldn’t act like this otherwise but with how she looks at Jaehyung… it's a fruitless effort on his part.

“She gave me a purpose when I thought I lost everything. If there is a chance I can’t not try.”

His eyes held desperation that burned with this broken determination that I just couldn’t bring myself to undermine, even when I know how much is at stake. I’ve seen the way his eyes shine when he’s happy, I saw it the night we first met. It may have been the case before but that light isn’t as prominent in his eyes with Gahyeon as he believes… Hopefully he’ll figure where his happiness truly lies soon… or at least before it’s too late to come back.

“Not like you’ll weigh my opinions anyways but being grateful and clinging to her are two different things. I hope you learn to differentiate the two before it becomes too late and you won’t be able to go back anymore…”

I hope he knew I didn’t say this out of malice and judging by the silence that passed between us rather than a guarded defense, I would say he understood my intentions… at least seventy-five percent?

“Thanks…” he finally responded then lightheartedly added, “I’m so used to you bothering me all the time I might actually miss you.”

“Why are you treating this like goodbye? Fate has made us run into each other far too many times for it to be a coincidence, we’ll run into each other somehow,” I smile.

Even if we pretend to bury this hatchet, the air is still charged with words left unsaid but that is for another time. There are things both of us are trying to hide that neither wants to be brought to light and I’m not selfish enough to uncover those secrets when I have my own skeletons in my closet so although this conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth, I swallowed it down before we headed downstairs together.

Jaehyung salvaged the night with a small surprise party, cake and everything so I mean… I didn’t completely strike out. In the time I was simmering upstairs, the others had closed the pub early and quickly threw everything together because Jaehyung didn’t account for how close my location was. Jaehyung must have brought everyone up to speed on my unlucky birthday streak because Gahyeon had changed back to how we were before my little tantrum. Amidst the fun and laughter of the evening, I couldn’t fully enjoy it knowing what tomorrow brought. I mean Jaehyung happily agreed to accompany me but there was a bad feeling that I couldn’t shake and that feeling is usually never wrong. A fact proven yet again once I finished changing into my pink floral wrap dress for dinner the next day.

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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Hi! Could you please write Shane x Reader where Y/n came back to the camp at quarry with Rick (she helped, the group get out of the city). Rick took her in and started treating her like his right hand, because of her amazing skills in using weapons and intelligence. Shane fell in love with her at the farm, but he started suspecting that Rick is also in love with her. Y/n confronts Shane about it and tells him that she loves him too and she treats Rick as a brother

Yes, thank you fo requesting! Here it is I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long! It deleted the one I had first wrote and then didn’t save the second one, so third times the charm!

Request still open! ☺️

posted: 7/04/20

“She likes Rick not me.” Shane mumbled to himself as he paced outside of his tent.

He liked Y/n. He like really, really liked Y/n. He liked everything about her. Her bravery, her compassion for people, her confidence, her attitude. Everything about her he liked. But he just had that feeling that she liked Rick.

He first met Y/n when she helped the group get out of the city when they were caught up in the horde of walkers. He noticed she had a few bumps and scrapes on her. But she didn’t seem to mind. It was as if she was used to it.

When she first came to the camp she didn’t stay too close to everyone else. She had her tent farthest from the rest of the group. She always had sometype of weapon on her person. She had a sharp hunting knife in her Carolina boots. She had a .45 pistol on her hip most of the time and she had a rifle and a crossbow with homemade bolts.

She was a jack of all trade, really. She seemed like she could handle herself. She would hunt for herself and always bring something back for the group. She would go on random runs grabbing something for the kids. Weather it be a Comic book or a toy. She always made sure to bring something back.

She would occasionally ask people if they needed something and she would search for it. She was a selfless person really. She was a bit introverted, she didn’t like big crowds. So when everyone was gathered together she would stand far off from the rest of them.

Shane noticed how Rick relied on Y/n. He would give her orders like an older sibling to the younger. But Shane didn’t see the two of them being just “friends.” He thought they had to be more than friends. Just by the way the two acted. Boy, he was far off.

Y/n just got back from a run when she stopped in front of Dales camper. She had a bag full of supplies she had found in her run.

A transformer she found in a abandon house. Along with a Superman comic book and a new pair of shoes.

She walked onto the Greene’s farm house knocking at the door. She waited for a reply. Not wanting to barge into the house.

Mrs. Greene opened the door for Y/n welcoming her into the house.

“Seems like someone ‘round here does have some manners.” She teased with a smile.

“I came in to check in the boy, Carl. I brought him a few things. Is he any better?” Y/n asked as she followed the older lady to the bedroom Carl was in.

“He’s awake now, but he still needs to heal.” She answered giving Y/n a soft smile.

“Is he your son?” The woman asked, she truly thought Y/n might’ve been Carl’s mom.

“Oh, no. I’m not related. He’s like a nephew to me.” Y/n explained making the woman nod.

“Here he is.” She said pointing to the boy who laid in the room all by himself.

“Thank you.”

The older woman nodded leaving Y/n with Carl.

“Hey, Superman.” She said, walkinb into the room with a big smile in her face.

“Hi.” Carl said shortly not paying much attention to her.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked as she sat beside the boy on the bloody stained bed.

“Nothing besides getting shot and not being able to do anything for a while.” He huffed while he looked at Y/n.

“Well, I brought you something. It might cheer you up.” Y/n spoke pulling the bag up from the spot she had it on the hardwooden floor.

“What is it?” Carl asks while taking the bag from Y/n.

She carefully helped him sit up without him hurting letting him open the bag.

“It’s a transformer. It looks like a car, but it unfolds into a robot type thing. It used to be in when I was a kid.”

He smiled when he noticed what else was in the bag.

“A Superman comic book and a new pair of shoes.” He said with bright smile.

Too caught up with the new things, he forgot to say thank you.

She had seen someone out of the corner of her eye at the door. She figured it was either Lori, Shane or Rick. But she was talking to Carl so she don’t turn to oook at them.

“What do you say?” Rick asks as he and Shane walk into the room to check on the young Grimes.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile. Y/n nodded, telling him your welcome.

“I’m gonna go. Give you two time to talk.” Y/n said leaving both Rick and Carl together.

Shane follows the y/e/c eyed girl out of the room and out of the farm house.

“How was the run?” He tried to make conversation. He and Y/n would talk a few times. But usually it was because they were getting orders from Rick.

“It was good. Not too many walkers around here. Any I found I killed. I made sure none followed me.” She explained with a soft smile as she looked up at the police officer.

“I Um. I wanted to talk to you about something. And I’ve been meaning to do it for a while now.” Shane started as the two of them started walking farther away from the rest of the group for privacy.

“I like you, Y/n. I don’t like you actually. I’m in love with you. I have been ever since you saved Carl from the walkers down at the highway and at the quarry. And I know you love Rick.” He continued his ramble but Y/n was trying not to laugh and gag at his assumption of her loving Rick.

“Shane, I don’t love Rick. I mean, I do. But now how your thinking. Ricks my brother. Well, he ain’t my blood brother. But you understand what I mea.” She giggles.

Man it made his knees weak.

“I love you. I have for a while I have just been too much of a sissy to tell you how I feel.” Shane had never felt anything so exciting.

But just a second later Your warm lips were landed on his. The two of you sharing a passionate kiss.

“It’s about damn time!” He heard a voice holler from across the field. He seen the group the two called a family hooting and a hollering. They were all happy to see the two finally together.

“He’s right.” Y/n said looking into Shane’s brown eyes.

“It is about damn time.” She spike making him laugh.

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songofsoma · 4 years

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In Perpetuum et Unum Diem

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x cecilia beck rating: mature word count: 4,631

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It seemed like her eyes had just closed as sleep overcame her when a servant came bustling into the room.

The noise of the intrusion jolted Cecilia awake, sitting up quickly, as she clutched furs to her body, covering the bareness of her breasts. Ava was still stretched out over the mattress, seemingly unaffected as she watched them both through a frame of thick, blonde lashes.

The servant’s lips parted as if she was going to say something, but the words died in her throat the moment her gaze settled on how the noblewoman was exposed from the waist up. Her attention flitted between the two ladies in bed, a look of horror beginning to seep into her features.

Furrowing her brows, Cecilia yanked the blankets to cover up Ava, the idea of the servant’s ogling of her lover made a fire blaze within her belly.

“Well,” Ava began with a grumble. Irritation finally leaking into every word. “You have woken us both, quite unjustly may I add. What do you want?” The tips of her fingers found the warmth of Cecilia’s lower back. She had to bite back a shiver at the coolness of Ava’s touch.

“M-my apologies, m’lady.” The woman curtsied hurriedly, clearly wanting to escape the current situation. “Lady Nestoria has requested Lady Cecilia’s presence in her parlor.”

Cecilia’s eyes widened as she looked over at Ava. The message seemed to have dragged her from the haze of sleepiness she had previously been prisoner to.

“Tell my mother that we will join her soon,” she said after a moment.

The servant didn’t seem satisfied as she shifted her weight. “Actually, my Lady, she specifically asked for Lady Cecilia’s presence alone.”

A bitter chill infiltrated the air surrounding Ava and the hand that had been caressing her back stiffened. Cecilia swore ice would begin to harden her lashes if she allowed this to continue for much longer.

Squashing down her nerves, Cecilia put on the politest smile she could muster. “Of course. Please tell her how delighted I am for the invitation and that I shall not keep her waiting long.”

The woman curtsied once more, giving the two one last wary glance before scurrying out of the room.

With a heavy sigh, Cecilia dropped the furs back into her lap. The sun peeking through the window began to warm a patch of skin on her shoulder.

“I shall go with you.” It sounded as if Ava’s decision was set in stone.

She shook her head. “No, you will not.”

There was no need to look at her face to know the deep scowl that would have settled on her lips at the disagreement.

“I am not going to throw you to the dogs, Cecilia.” The heavy wood of the bed creaked under Ava’s shifting weight as she sat up.

Cecilia managed a small smile, turning to meet her gaze. “My love, you are not throwing me to the dogs . There is no need for such dramatics when I am simply sitting down with your mother.”

“You do not understand. She is difficult—”

She raised a hand to silence her. “All noblewomen are. I fear it comes with the title.” Cecilia stretched, noticing with a grin the way her body ached from the night prior. “Besides, I am more than qualified to deal with people like your mother. Some may say it is a gift.” She leaned in closer to Ava, letting her charm settle into every fiber of the woman.

Raising a blonde brow accusingly, she snapped, “A fantastic talent that includes running away?”

Cecilia yanked away from her as if she had been burned. Her whole demeanor changed in an instant and regret flew onto Ava’s face.

“Cecilia, I did not mean—” she reached out to pull the girl back, but Cecilia had already turned away from her, determined to hide how much her words pierced her.

She never had a thick skin when it came to personal jabs. Her mother always blamed it on her tender heart whilst proclaiming that it was going to be her undoing. As much as she tried, she struggled to hide the way she felt about anything really. No matter how hard her tutors tried, they could never seem to beat that flaw out of her.

Her tongue was too honest. A smack to the back of the head.

Her eyes revealed too much. A stinging whack from a switch on her palms.

Her face crumpled into one of hurt after a few sharp words. A hearty pinch on her arm that left a bruise.

So instead, she tried to mask it until she was alone.

Though, she was weak as she bit her lip to hide its trembling.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her back facing Ava, her vision swimming as she stared at the stone making up the wall. “Is it so cowardly to fear death?” She finally asked in a harsh whisper. “For I could not stand before Death and look him in the eye. I should not fear to meet my maker.” Her head hung lowly in defeat, tears running down her cheeks graciously.

Strong hands held her waist as Cecilia was pulled back against Ava’s chest. “You are not a coward, mea vita. I spoke without thinking, I beg you to forgive my carelessness. I do not think you are cowardly, in fact, you are the opposite in every way.”

“I trip over my own heart because I feel too much.” Cecilia rose, shrugging off her touch. “At least that is what my mother would tell me when she was feeling particularly nice.” An unusual bitterness colored the words.

Ava remained silent and she could feel where her eyes were burning a hole in her back.

She took the quiet moment to collect herself, squaring her shoulders, and straightening her spine as she took a deep, shaky breath. “I will meet with Lady Nestoria by myself, end of discussion.” Cecilia wrapped a dressing robe around herself to combat the chill of the air.

“I understand.”

Cecilia quickly glanced over her shoulder at a mournful looking Ava before turning her attention back to selecting a dress. The family had been kind enough to have a few dresses made for her, ones that fit her better than that of those meant for adolescents.

She selected a green one, whose rich velvet reminded her of the color of her lover’s eyes. Even if she was cross with her at that moment, she couldn’t resist the garment that had quickly become her favorite.

She dressed quickly, her hands clumsily doing the ties to make herself presentable.

“I should be going now.” Cecilia’s fingers were busy weaving the length of her dark hair into a loose braid. “I will see you at dinner.”

Ava only nodded, her gaze hardening as Cecilia left her alone in the room.

***

Sitting amongst the riches of the lady of the house’s parlor made her feel like one of the statuettes on display. Only there to be viewed, critiqued, judged. At least, that’s how it felt under the silver gaze of Lady Nestoria du Mortain.

Her features were sharp and pointed, much like Ava’s.

A strong nose and jaw. Grey eyes that seemed to blend in with the whites of her eyes as when a ray of rogue sunlight hit them exactly right. And straight, blonde hair pulled back into a polished updo that must’ve taken her servants all morning, weaving the honeyed braids to allow the crimson headdress to sit securely on the back of her head.

If Cecilia hadn’t known better, she would have gambled on this woman before her being royalty—a queen or its likeness.

“Lady Cecilia,” Nestoria had greeted her coolly upon her entry, “I appreciate you joining me, dear.”

The accent that left her lips was jarring at first listen. It was French. Extremely so, unlike the thickness of the English ones spoken by herself and Ava.

She had squared her shoulders and presented a dazzling smile.

Her mother would’ve been proud. Especially if she could have known fear’s frigid fingers wrapping around her throat as she was met by such eloquence.

“I assure you, my Lady, the pleasure is mine to behold.” Cecilia dropped into a polite curtsy, not failing to notice the pleased look in Nestoria’s eyes.

She rose before taking a seat on the bench she was directed to, hands folding in her lap. “My deepest apologies if I have kept you waiting. I am afraid I had gone down an incorrect corridor and found myself lost. I can only imagine how pitiful of a sight it must have been.” She shook her head, slightly embarrassed at the sudden divulge of information.

“Oh, my dear, there are some days where I still feel like I am wandering around in circles and I have lived here for what feels like an eternity now.”

They shared a light laugh at that. Some tension in Cecilia’s shoulders began to ease, though her nails still dug into the flesh of her palms, leaving indentations of crescent moons behind.

“I am truly mournful however,” Lady Nestoria began once more, her gaze appearing to soften, “that I have not been able to sit down with you individually at an earlier occurrence. I do hope you forgive me for my inhospitality.”

Cecilia’s eyes widened. “My Lady, I am simply thankful for you and my Lord allowing me to stay in your home. I would have felt blessed if you offered me a stable with the horses.”

She seemed to bristle at the very idea. “Heavens! You are far too pretty to be kept in the stables with those beasts! Which is why I do not know why you favor the company of my eldest daughter so often.”

Ah, there was the reason for this meeting.

“My Lady, I happen to revel in the company of your daughter. Ser Ava—”

“She is a Lady, not a Ser. And I shall expect you to address her as such!”

The sudden fire in her tone made Cecilia begin to curl in on herself to escape the blazing heat of her building fury.

“Of course.” Cecilia’s eyes dropped, not wanting to hold her gaze. “I beg for your forgiveness and assure you that it will not happen again.”

Lady Nestoria took a deep breath, eyes closing as she regained her composure. “Forgive me, Ava’s title is quite a sensitive subject, but it is no fault of yours. It is my brute of a child who is to blame,” she said with a huff.

Cecilia’s stomach churned and she managed a weak nod.

“She is quite fond of you, is she not?” A pale brow arched. She couldn’t figure out if it was a genuine question or if it was meant to be accusatory.

When there was no immediate reply, Nestoria continued. “My youngest, Mazelina, talks nonstop about wanting to steal you away from her sister. That child’s curiosity will get her into trouble one day,” she hummed, thinking aloud.

“I am afraid I have not had the pleasure of meeting your entire family, my Lady. It is—” her unfinished sentence hung on the tip of her tongue, unsure if she should continue. An expectant look from the lady sitting across from her was prompting her to continue. “Truthfully, it is strange. I mean no offense. My father was insistent we all gather for supper. Although my family was much smaller which made it easier, I suppose.”

“My dear girl, you never did say which house you belong to,” she observed.

Cecilia shifted uncomfortably. “House Beck, ma’am.”

Silver eyes narrowed. “I cannot say I have heard the name.”

Relief washed over her as she realized the news of a runaway daughter was not enough for the higher-ranking houses to gossip about.

“It is a minor family. I would have been surprised if you had.” That sweet tone and a polite smile lit up her demeanor once more.

Nestoria gave a long sigh, leaning back against her seat. “How I wish my daughter was more like you, an image of a youthful and well-mannered Lady. I fear there is no hope for Ava, for He seemed to have given me a son instead.” She shook her head, looking mournful. “Perhaps, my other daughters could look to you as a model of what they should strive to become.”

Cecilia was growing uncomfortable with the way the conversation was headed. But there was no room to interject for Nestoria continued.

“Perhaps,” she said slowly, eyes sparkling with an idea. “I shall have you marry one of my sons. Then you shall be my daughter in name! Oh, what a glorious thought that is.” A hint of wistfulness lingered around her.

A streak of chills ran up Cecilia’s spine at the mention of marriage. She stilled herself from physically revolting at the comment.

Miraculously, her voice didn’t shake as she spoke. “With all due respect, my Lady. I do not think that would be wise.”

“Oh?”

“I do not wish to be ensnared in a loveless marriage. I have witnessed the consequences too many times. And I refuse to be used as a ploy for politics.” The words came out harsher than she had intended.

Nestoria seemed rocked by the boldness arming each syllable.

“Every beauty has its imperfection. And yours, Lady Cecilia, is your heart and naivety.” Their eyes never wandered from each other, no matter how intense it grew. Cecilia would not squirm under the challenge.

“You are mistaken, my Lady.” Cecilia’s lip curled venomously as she stood. “My heart is my greatest strength. It is what has kept me going for this long because, my Lady, I bow to no one but my own will.”

Her eyes practically bulged from her head.

“Now, if you will excuse me, I do not want to keep Ser Ava waiting.”

Cecilia gave an exaggerated curtsy before spinning on her heel, a small smirk tainted her lips as the doors slammed behind her.

***

By the time she had found her knight, Cecilia swore the stone beneath her feet was warped from the way she paced. The metal of her boots was scraping across the ground, but she paid little mind to it. Ava’s attention was concentrated elsewhere which meant she hadn’t heard Cecilia’s approach.

The words from this morning appeared in the forefront of her mind. Cecilia hesitated, hovering in the archway.

Sensing eyes on her, Ava’s head whipped towards her.

“Cecilia,” she breathed, the muscles in her neck tensing.

Cecilia raised a brow questioningly. Her feet refused to carry her forward and her lips were defiant as no words poured from them.

“I was…” Ava trailed off, her gaze falling to her hands. Following, she saw the bouquet in the suffocating grasp of the knight’s iron gauntlet. A drawn-out sigh filled the space between them, squeezing her eyes shut. “I am sorry, Cecilia. I did not mean what I said earlier. It was inappropriate whether I believed it or not, and I should have offered you a source of comfort instead of worsening the problem.”

Cecilia’s lips parted as the woman slowly approached her.

She still could not look her in the eye. “It has been on my mind this morning. I did not know how to make it up to you, for words alone are not enough to mend the hurt in your eyes, so I figured I would start by gathering things you enjoy.” Ava pursed her lips, nervously holding out a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, Ava,” she murmured, taking them from her gently. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she admired the reds, pinks, and whites contrasted against the vibrant green of their stems and leaves. “It is beautiful.”

Ava's hand reached out, brushing over her cheek. The metal of her gloves was cool against the heat blossoming in her cheeks. “I am incredibly sorry for the way I acted. I will do better by you.”

Leaning into the touch, she tore her gaze away from the flowers to meet the sight of her emerald oasis peering down hopefully at her. “I know, my darling.”

Ava pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and Cecilia’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as they basked in the quietness of the garden’s entryway.

“I was hoping I could steal you away to go riding today.” Ava murmured, thumb caressing her face. “I am feeling quite selfish and want you for myself before another one of my lovely family members can take you away.”

An image of Nestoria du Mortain’s angered glare echoed in her brain. The last thing she wanted to do was have to face another one of her kin.

“I would like that, yes.”

With a gentle smile, Cecilia was offered an iron-clad arm, to which she immediately accepted. She nestled further into Ava’s side, trying to decide whether or not she was frustrated with the suit of armor or more enamored with how she looked in it.

“One horse or two?” Cecilia teased.

Ava almost looked offended at the question, making Cecilia giggle.

The stables were located on the far end of the gardens. Tucked just out of sight behind the walls of shrubbery and foliage so one could gaze out of the window and not have to experience the so-called blemish representing work of common folk.

The dirt floors, damp from the previous night’s rain, muddied her slippers and discarded straw stuck to her feet–but she did not mind. It was the fact that she was here with Ava and the lingering fact that they would be uninterrupted within the cover of the forests.

“Ser Knight, my Lady,” one of the stable hands greeted them casually. They tended to frequent the stables to steal some time to themselves.

Ava nodded in a reply and Cecilia smiled warmly. “Good morning, Manning,” she said sweetly.

His cheeks flushed a rosy pink beneath the smudges of dust.

Ava squeezed her arm tighter and Cecilia suppressed an amused eye roll at the unnecessary envy. It was no use either to tease her about it later on since she would simply wave it off and blame it on the protectiveness of her nature.

“Mister Manning,” she said tightly, removing the bouquet from Cecilia’s gasp to hold them out. “Will you make sure these are sent to my chambers unharmed?”

"Philomena–”

Her nostrils flared as she began to become frustrated. Now Cecilia did roll her eyes at her attitude.

“Son, I assure you I can prepare my own horse. I am not a prissy noblewoman like those other women you attend to,” she snapped.

Cecilia furrowed her brows. She couldn’t dress a horse. When she had rode back home, a sympathetic servant had saddled Lady for her.

Ava met her gaze. “I do not mean you, of course,” she followed up quickly in a panic.

“Mhm.”

The knight growled, turning her attention back to the boy. “Just do as I ask.”

“Yes, ser,” he mumbled and clumsily ran towards the house. A few petals fell to the ground as he went.

Cecilia pulled herself from Ava’s hold to allow her to handle her steed. “You need to work on your manners,” she teased.

The joke either passed right over her head or she was trying to give it right back to her. “Careful, love, or else you may begin to sound like my mother.”

She sighed, turning to admire one of the other horses poking her head out of the stall.

Her nose was soft against her fingertips. Hot breath fanned over her skin as the mare huffed appreciative at the affection. Sable colored fur was broken up by patches of white across her back and forehead.

“A beautiful animal,” she cooed.

The horse whinnied as if agreeing with her.

“Her name is Daphne.”

She turned to look at Ava quizzically.

A short chuckled ensued. “My brother, Oudin, named her after the Greek myth.”

“Oh,” she said shortly, looking back at the mare. “Well, that is a morbid tale.”

“I agree.” Heavy hands held her waist from behind, pressing Cecilia’s back into her gaudy breastplate. “I do not understand men who favor feminine tragedy.” The words lingered in the air as they both stared at Daphne for another few seconds.

Philomena snorted from behind them, growing impatient as he stomped at the ground.

“How incredibly dramatic,” Ava grumbled, stepping away from her lover to finish saddling the horse.

“I suppose he truly does suit you then.” She smirked as she reached out to pet the black stallion. It was a truth and the silence of his owner proved it.

“Do you need assistance, my lady?” Ava changed the subject away from herself as quickly as she could manage.

Cecilia smiled, allowing Ava to hoist her up onto Philomena’s back. Once she was settled, Ava swung up behind her.

Taking advantage of the closeness in proximity and the way they were sitting, Cecilia nestled into Ava’s arms as they reached around her to take hold of the reins.

“Ready?” Ava asked in a murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of her head.

“Always.”

The afternoon sun warmed the bits of skin exposed from the neckline of her dress. The days were growing warmer as the summer months grew close. It was a time Cecilia always looked forward to.

The sweet air of the forest was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds, accompanied by Cecilia’s soft chatter as she swayed with Philomena’s movements.

Ava listened diligently, wrapped up in every word that fell from the Lady’s lips.

They had spent many afternoons like this, hiding amongst the cover of the woods, Cecilia talking about nothing and everything at the same time. There was a certain spot they travelled to on outings such as this one. A break in the trees just up the path, foliage crowning the banks of a small tarn.

When they arrived, Ava broke away to make sure the stallion was settled, allowing Cecilia a few solitary moments to get away with any sort of mischief she could get into. Usually, this included kicking off her slippers to begin wading into the shallow waters, her feet sinking into the muddy sediment.

Ava clucked her tongue from behind her. “You are going to soil the bottom of your dress, my lady.” Cecilia turned her head to give her a sly smile. “Then I will have to listen to you complain the rest of the way home.”

She rolled her eyes at this, carefully beginning the trek back to solid land and falling into the open arms of her knight.

Hand-in-hand, they began to stroll around the edge of the water, only stopping when Cecilia bent down to pluck a wildflower to tuck it into the folds of her lover’s braid.

“Why did my mother ask to see you today?” Ava finally asked, her face revealing that the subject had been on her mind for quite some time.

She frowned a bit, plucking at the stem of a sweet violet. “For a simple chat.”

The blonde couldn’t contain her hearty scoff. “My mother does not chat as you say.”

“Perhaps she just wanted to get to know the stranger wandering the corridors of her home,” she deflected, tossing aside the tattered flower.

“Lady du Mortain only takes interest in things that she can use to her advantage, little bird. Surely, you are not too naïve to see this fact?” The metal tips of her glove brushed a stray hair from Cecilia’s cheek.

Cecilia looked away from her. No answer followed as she replayed the meeting in her mind. Of course, she knew this. Lady Nestoria had made her intentions clear towards the end of their conversation.

“What is it?” Ava pressed, uncomfortable at the silence.

“Forgive my boldness, but you and your mother do not get along, do you?”

Ava chuckled, casting her gaze over the water. “I cannot imagine what gave you that impression. We both are filled with such warmth when the topic comes up.”

When Cecilia did not speak, she continued.

“I am the eldest of seven children. A daughter being their first-born was not ideal for my parents as you can imagine. For we women are weak in both mind and body. At least, that is how the world views us. Take care to notice that I am the antonym of a proper lady, little bird.” Pride swelled her tone as she spoke. Cecilia swore she even flexed absent-mindedly, although it was hard to tell with the bulkiness of her armor. “My parents struggled to have children for many years after my birth, so my father began to raise me as if I were his son. The moment I could take steps on my own, he had a sword in my hand. He taught me everything I know and shaped me to be the warrior I am today. Consequently, this caused a strain with my mother who wanted nothing more than for me to learn how to be prim and proper for a future husband.

“When they had the twins, my brother Oudin and sister Grecia, Mother tried to force me to begin my teachings of how to be a proper lady. Even at the age of five, I would have nothing of it. I favored being out with Papa’s men to watch them train. There was nothing I wanted more than to be a knight, it was what my father had instilled in me, after all.

“I grew older and my parents had more children. Thomas, Dain, Iseult, and finally Mazelina. My mother finally had more daughters to dote on and it seemed like she was going to leave me be. Until the prospect of marriage arose. The moment she brought up the offer of a marriage of some elderly lord from God knows where, I fled to Papa and begged until he swore my future would lead to a path of knighthood. I squired later than most children, but I had been molded by the best.” Green eyes were glazed over as Ava’s mind was in a different place, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She looked so happy at the memories surfacing that it made Cecilia’s heart clench. “I will forever be grateful for my father’s mercy. Otherwise, I would be married off to a lord and a mother by now.” The thought seemed to make her ill.

Cecilia slipped her hands into Ava’s, tugging her towards her. “I am eternally indebted to your father as well, my dear knight.”

She bent down, pressing their foreheads together, the tips of their noses brushing. “Even in another life, I would find my way to you.” Ava murmured, moving to grasp her hips, fingers knotting in the fabric.

“Promise me,” she breathed against her lips. “Swear you will always find your way back to me.”

“I swear on my honor, I would fight through the depths of Hell to reach you, little bird. My place is by your side for my life is entirely yours.”

The way Ava believed every word she uttered made Cecilia’s knees weak.

She closed the gap between them, claiming the kiss that had been hanging before her. Cecilia kissed her with such ferocity, she was sure Ava was going to steal every last breath in her lungs. But if she wished, she could steal it all.

Ava could have every last bit of her if she so chose.

Cecilia was hers.

Her heart.

Her body.

Her soul.

It was all hers.

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Day 5

10 Days (Jumin Han x Reader)

You didn't expect to find yourself locked in an engagement to Chairman Han, but with your own mother forcing you into it, you have no way of denying her. But as time continues and things change, you begin to develop affections for your fiance's son: Jumin Han. But the sad truth is that there's nothing either of you can do to stop the marriage, and you only have these 10 days before your future becomes reality. 10 days with Jumin Han.

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MASTERLIST

How much time passes before you understand what's happening? How long is it before a thought finally finds it way back into your stupid, foolish head, and you realize the consequences of kissing the son of the man you're engaged to?

Too much time.

You're on top of Jumin, straddling him with two legs on either side of him. His kisses are slow. Passionate. Lips trailing down to your neck, he sucks on the skin ever-so-gently, and it's only when you hear the lewd sound of your own moan that reality hits you.

You stiffen.

And Jumin notices.

"(Y/N)...?" Jumin asks, raising his eyes to yours.

"We can't do this," You murmur breathlessly. "We can't. I'm engaged. To your father."

With those final words, Jumin's eyes widen the slightest—as if he too had forgotten the fact—and you pull yourself off him. But he pulls your wrist before you can leave the couch.

"That can change."

The man's eyes are earnest, as if he genuinely believes what he's saying. But he doesn't know the truth. "We're meeting your mother tomorrow, no, today. In twelve hours, she'll be here, and you'll be free of your engagement and we can..."

You turn to Jumin. "We can what? What is there for us to do?"

"This," Jumin murmurs, stealing a chaste kiss from your lips. You let the moment linger, basking in its tranquility, before pulling away.

"My mother won't let me cancel the engagement, Jumin." You cast your eyes low on the ground. "My personal desires don't matter. I can't go against her wishes."

"You can." Jumin encourages.

"No, Jumin. I can't." You stand up, brushing past him to get to your room, ignoring even Elizabeth's innocent meow in your haste to hide your tears. Only when you get to your room do you allow them to fall, whimpering softly over your own inability to control your fate.

You press your back to the door and slide down it, trying your hardest to keep your cries quiet.

It's not fair.

Your whole life, you've been the perfect daughter. Even your mother had struggled to find excuses to take her anger out on you, until your father had sacrificed his life to save you from being hit by a car. From that moment onward, she had only needed one reason to hurt you: the fact that you were even alive.

Pitiful, isn't it?

It was a drunk driver who ruined your life so.

But your mother was still furious.

She loved Father, you realize bitterly. After that whole escapade with Jumin, you had your first taste of what a true relationship would feel like—if only it weren't forbidden to you—and you'd come to realize that whatever your mother felt for your father was akin to your feelings for Jumin.

It's not fair. You think, choking back a sob. It's all so unfair. Why must you pursue Chairman Han when you would be so much happier with someone else? You bite your lip as your mind automatically fills in the blank. Why must you pursue Chairman Han when you would be so much happier with Jumin?

The media would love it. The corporate heirs of BC-Sonic and C&R uniting in holy matrimony to pave the way not only their families but the enterprising future of their companies.

And Jumin's actually my age, you think, scoffing at the fact that he's still older than you.

You sigh.

You've stayed with Jumin barely five days, and he's already been the perfect gentleman. The perfect husband. And from those kisses, it's obvious that he wouldn't be opposed to a relationship with you.

Your heart feels a little bit lighter when you think about the prospect of a future with Jumin. It would be a future free of everything you'd been chained down to since your adoption.

It would be a perfect future.

But it's a future I can't have, you think bitterly, before dragging yourself to bed.

And that thought lurks in your mind for the rest of the night, through early morning, and during breakfast when you and Jumin sit opposite each other, separated only by the extravagant sea of dishes prepared by his private chef.

He sits across from you, already handsome and ready in suit and tie, despite it still being early morning. He cuts into an onion and cheese omelet, expression calm and controlled.

Even when he doesn't try, he's perfect.

And I can't have him.

"(Y/N)..." Jumin trails off, interrupting the silence. "We should speak. About last night."

You bite your lip. On the list of the many things that kept you up last night, this impending conversation was ranked high.

"Last night was a mistake, Jumin. We can't let it happen again."

"You expect me to believe you truly desire my father over me?"

"I expect you to understand that I have to desire your father over you."

You hate the bluntness of your voice, and how stern your responses are to Jumin's gentle questions, but you have to be firm. Because even a moment of weakness may lead to a recap of yesterday's events. And you can't let that happen.

Breakfast passes by quickly.

Too quickly, for your liking.

By lunchtime Mother will be here, you realize with a start. And for the first time since your arrival in this apartment, time seems to fly by. You do everything in your power to make things feel slower, the most mundane of tasks that make minutes feel like hours. But nothing works.

For the first time, as you close BC-Sonic's feedback logs, you find that the four hours you spent reviewing department productivity rates flew by and you have scarcely fifteen minutes before your mother's expected arrival.

And she's never late.

So all you can do it wait.

Jumin tries to maintain a facade of calmness, but you can tell by the way he's constantly straightening his tie that even he's nervous to meet your mother. Is he regretting inviting her here?

He should, you think, memories of childhood abuse flooding through your mind. The sheer thought prompts your hand down, where you massage the damaged skin on your outer thigh before you forcefully move it away.

The past is the past. And after this meeting, it will be behind me.

In another room, Jumin's grandfather clock chimes twelve times.

Midday. Noon. 12 o'clock.

Twelve hours ago, you'd been on this same couch, arms wrapped around Jumin without a care in the world. Now, all your thoughts are of the diamond ring on your finger and a single knock.

Your mother.

She only ever knocks once, too certain of her status to ever bother with more. It's an insult that I even have to knock, she'd told you once when you asked her why.

Your eyes dart up to Jumin, who instantly gets up and walks to open the door.

"Hello, Mrs. (L/N)." His tone is courteous, charming even, and your mother glances at him, eyes wary and cigarette in hand. You can see the distrust in her eyes, but she finally responds with a polite nod, her voice laced with only a thin tone of superiority.

"You were very discreet over the phone, Jumin," Your mother says as she places her purse on the couch opposite you, seating herself. Even with Jumin in the room, you can't help but feel like the same seventeen-year-old girl you'd been the last time she'd hurt you.

So much time has passed since then.

But only the exterior scars had healed. Inside, you're just as frightened now as you were then.

"I was wondering if we could discuss the details of (Y/N)'s engagement to my father over lunch," Jumin states calmly, and you try your best not to let your terror show on your face.

"Oh?" Your mother turns to Jumin, and you're relieved that she's not directing her question at you. Your palms as already sweaty and you can feel your threadbare thoughts loping into knots as you try to calm yourself. "And what could there be to discuss about two people in love?"

Jumin swallows, evidently not prepared for your mother's show of ignorance. A moment of silence passes before he speaks.

"I think that's the matter to discuss itself: whether these two people are indeed in love."

"It's very bold of you to make these claims, Jumin." Your mother says, smiling and taking a puff of her cigarette. Her smile is empty, though, and you can hear the hissing snake of accusation in her words. "What do you have to say about this, (Y/N)?"

Your mother turns to you, and her (e/c) eyes have never been so intense as they are now. Her gaze is penetrating as she stares you down, challenging you.

"W-well," You stutter, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. "I think...that love...is a very strong word."

"Do you doubt that Chairman Han loves you?" Your mother states.

"N-not at all. I never mea—"

"Then it's only right that you should return his feelings wholeheartedly." Your mother offers you a smile, and her expression is prideful. I win, you can almost hear her say.

You can't bring yourself to say anything else. All you've said to her for the past two and a half decades has been in agreement with her. You'd been trained to tell her "Yes Mother" and "As you wish" without any hint of resistance.

Even if you knew what to say to her, you doubt you'd have the courage to.

Thankfully, Jumin steps in.

"For the sake of my father, I think that it'd be wiser to postpone the engagement until a time when (Y/N)'s feelings are more...developed. If such a time should come, then I think all parties involved would be pleased to watch her and my father partake in the marriage."

"If such a time should come? Jumin, are you doubting my daughter's feelings for your father? That's quite rude, I must say. If I were you, I'd apologize to (Y/N) at once for such a callous comment."

A fire lights inside you, at your mother's rudeness to Jumin. His eyes are round in surprise as he looks at you, and you fear that your mother's words have already gotten to him, so you speak before he can.

"Mother, Jumin is right."

The moment those words leave your lips, it's as if the apartment has dropped ten degrees. It feels like winter, and the chill rage radiating off your mother is truly terrifying. Her glare is ice cold, and you pull your eyes away. Instead, you look at Jumin who offers you a nod of encouragement for what you're about to say.

"I don't want to marry Chairman Han."

With those words, Jumin smiles at you. You can tell that he's proud you finally mustered up the courage to tell your mother the truth...but the moment you turn your gaze back upon your mother, you quickly realize that the truth isn't going to be enough.

"You think I don't already know that, (Y/N)?" Your mother drops her cigarette on the ground, lighting a new one before taking a sharp puff. "Very well. It seems I have to remind you why you obey me. Jumin, lock the door."

No...

"Pardon? The chef will be in with appetizers any moment now, so—"

"Lock the door."

Not in front of Jumin...

"(Y/N), strip."

Please don't...

"Now."

But your body betrays you, and you're no longer a proud businesswoman in her twenties. You're back to being the same foolish child your mother spent years abusing, and your fear won't let you do anything but obey.

With shaking hands, you remove your top.

"(Y-Y/N)!" Jumin sputters out, his temporary shock overridden by the sight of you actually meeting your mother's absurd request. "This is madness, don't—"

"This is the real world, Jumin." The snake that had been hiding behind your mother's words had finally come to play, and it was a hissing monster, vicious as it was cruel. "You made the decision to get in the way of my relationship with my daughter, so now you will see the consequences of your actions. Very good, (Y/N). Stand up."

Now wearing nothing more than your delicate (f/c) panties and a bra, you force yourself to stand, ignoring the vigor at which your legs are shaking. You keep your eyes fixated forward, unable to look at your mother or Jumin or anything else that might make your tears fall.

Your mother approaches you, ignoring Jumin and his attempts to stop her.

Even then, as he stands in front of your mother, telling her how ridiculous she's being, he doesn't understand the severity of the situation. For such a shrewd businessman, he still doesn't realize what's happening.

Your mother approaches you, drawing the cigarette from her lips.

And then you see the realization dawn on Jumin's face. He figured it out. Why you'd been terrified of your mother, why you were marrying Chairman Han at her request, why you had begged him to cancel today's meeting.

Child abuse.

At least, it had been child abuse. Once you turned eighteen, your mother decided that she had enough power over you to free you from the shackles of pain, and your skin had begun to heal, the burns fading into scars.

Until today.

Your mother twists your neck painfully and forces you to look her straight in the eye as she presses the hot end of the cigarette down against the familiar spot on your thigh. The scars had just begun to fade, you think helplessly as tears ran down your cheeks, the pain familiar but excruciating nonetheless.

You stood paralyzed before her as she continued to dig the hot stub into your upper thigh, bringing back years of memories from when you'd stood before her just like this with no escape before her merciless hands.

But Jumin steps in.

"Mrs. (L/N)!" He practically shouts, all but yanking your body away from your mother to pull your smaller form into his. Now he, too, is trembling, but he wraps his arms protectively around you. "Security! SECU—"

"Jumin," Your mother interrupts, a threatening glare on her face. She drops the cigarette she was holding onto the floor and pulls a lighter from her purse. With a single flick of the thumb, a flame has appeared. She holds it dangerously close to your skin. "Call your guards, and I will make certain that (Y/N) here endures much worse than anything she's had to handle with me. You both need to accept the truth. (Y/N) will marry Chairman Han. That is final."

Your mother returns to her seat on the couch, acting as if nothing had just happened, casually lighting another cigarette.

"Mrs. (L/N)," Jumin pleads. "Why are you doing this? I am the corporate heir to C&R, a marriage with me would be far more beneficial than o-"

"Oh? You want to marry each other? You two children are in love, is that it?" Your mother's smile is unamused. "Yes...I was in love with (Y/N)'s father before she ruined everything. Whatever affair you have going on here makes no difference. The press statement was released yesterday. I've already spoken to Chairman Han. He wishes to wed you immediately, (Y/N)."

"How immediate?" Jumin voices your thoughts, and you're so relieved that at least he has the courage to speak. The last of your strength sizzled with the cigarette your mother drove into your thigh.

"More immediate than you'd think. If I were you, I'd give your father a call. It seems that C&R is in some serious trouble," Your mother smiles pleasantly, confident once more in her power over you. "And he wishes to tie the knot with BC-Sonic down as quickly as possible to minimize damage. There's nothing either of you can do to change that."

Your mother stands up, confident that with her decision, this 'meeting' is concluded. "Do not call me again, Jumin. Apart from seeing (Y/N) at her wedding, I do not wish to see either of your faces ever again."

Your mother doesn't bother bidding either of you farewell, simply taking her leave. She's finished what she came here for and reasserted her power over you in the process with that cigarette.

Your eyes drop to the familiar spot on your thigh where the old scars have been further uglified by the fresh mark. At the very sight of the burned skin, you lose the last strength in your legs. If not for Jumin's quick reaction, you would have collapsed.

"(Y/N)?" He murmurs, holding you up. He uses his thumb to wipe your tears away. "Shit. Please don't cry, (Y/N), please." Jumin cradles you, and you let out a distressed sob.

You'd thought you were finally free, but your mother just demonstrated that it doesn't matter how far you flee or who you're with—the abuse will never end.

"Everything will be okay," Jumin murmurs, picking you up and carrying you bridal style. You continue to cry into his chest. Nothing will be okay. If your future had been sealed before, now it's airtight. Your mother won't let you do anything to change that.

You whimper as Jumin sets you down on the cold countertop in the kitchen, still half-naked. You tremble when he momentarily steps away, but Jumin is quick to pull you back into his arms once he has an ice cube in his hand. The kiss of the ice is biting as he rubs circles into your thigh, but it's still nothing compared to the pain of when she was actively harming you.

"Everything will be okay," Jumin repeats.

No, it won't, you want to scream at him, but your current state renders you unable to do anything more than tremble in his arms.

Before you register it, Jumin has carried you to what you imagine is his bedroom, lying you delicately under the several blankets. He never releases you, never halts his ministrations with the ice, never stops wiping your tears away.

He doesn't leave your side, not even for a second.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)" Jumin murmurs once your cries have died down. "If I'd known that she'd...I wouldn't have...it's my fault. I'm so sorry."

You offer Jumin a weak smile, hating the expression of guilt he's wearing. He looks better when he's smiling.

"Don't blame yourself," You finally manage to say. "It's over. She's gone, and I won't need to see her for a long time."

At the back of your mind, you recall her words about Chairman Han. He wishes to wed you immediately.

"The future might be set in stone, but we have the present, don't we?" You say weakly, smiling up at Jumin.

"Don't think like that," He protests, pulling you up so he can look you directly in the eyes. "I'll get you out of this. You don't need to marry my father. You can marry...someone different."

"Someone like you, you mean?" You respond. The very thought brings a smile to your face. "I can't. I'm destined to be with your father. It's...it's for the best."

"Best for who? If you marry my father, only he gets happiness, and that's if you manage to convince him that you're genuinely in love with him. That's one person. But if we were to be together," Jumin brings a hand to cup your cheek. "Then the two of us are happy."

"When I wed your father, it won't just be him who's happy. It'll be the whole world. And the media. Everyone in C&R. And...and I think it'll make my mother happy."

Jumin instantly frowns when he hears that last part. "How could you compromise your own happiness for hers? She's abusive, (Y/N). She just burned you with a ci—"

"She's my mother," You say firmly.

"Adoptive mother."

"Exactly. She chose me because she wanted me to bring her happiness...and I stole her happiness when Father protected me from that car and sacrificed his life for mine. If I can give her even a little bit of it back..."

"Don't do this," Jumin whispers. "Don't let yourself get trapped in the guilt."

You sigh.

"I don't have any other choice, Jumin. If I displease Mother, you know what will happen."

"I'd protect you," Jumin murmurs, his voice getting desperate. "I'd do everything I could for you."

But you can't accept his love.

"I know you would, Jumin." You tell him, leaning your forehead against his as you did just last night. Only this time, the atmosphere is gloomy and miserable, both your minds heavy with the knowledge that your futures lies not in each other, but along separate paths.

And no amount of love, passion, or desire will be able to change that.

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The Doll Factory

Author: Elizabeth Macneal

First published: 2019

Pages: 336

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 3 days

I felt that this book, while perhaps not exceptional, was very well put together. It was paced just right and the sense of growing dread escalates in a way which kept me glued to the page. Truly well written historical fiction.

Heaven and Hell: A History of the Afterlife

Author: Bart D. Ehrman

First published: 2020

Pages: 352

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 2 days

I am rather conflicted about this book. Firstly, as a Christian bordering on agnosticism (I have never been a part of any church and my family is completely atheistic), I felt both somehow comforted by Ehrman´s deductions and somewhat resentful at the same time. Not because he very convincingly talks about the changing of religious perspectives (I am a historian myself so that information was only natural), but because he is clearly working with the notion of non-existence of God, not really treating it as a possibility. That, however, is my own personal issue. Objectively speaking, this is a very good book. Though academic in tone, it reads quite easily and is obviously well researched. The title, however, is misleading. Like many others, I had expected this to be a study of VARIOUS theories of afterlives, but 80% of the book is focused on early Christianity only. Not that isn´t fascinating, but for people hoping to learn something about other religions and cultures and their post-mortem ideas, it can only represent a big disappointment. So - know what you are getting, have an open mind and you might find this book a worthy addition to your personal library.

Wuthering Heights The Graphic Novel

Author: Emily Brontë, John M. Burns

First published: 2011

Pages: 160

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

I don´t think there is much to review. I love the original book. I enjoyed its re-imagining here.

The Vanishing

Author: Sophia Tobin

First published: 2017

Pages: 390

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

How long did it take: 3 days

This was sort of OK I guess??? The beginning was promising, but I lost interest in the latter half, which also became somewhat convoluted. Not very memorable, though Sophia Tobin´s writing style is fine. I would not mind trying another book by her in the future.

The Mercies

Author: Kiran Millwood Hargrave

First published: 2020

Pages: 352

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 7 days

Stunningly-written and deeply moving, this book has really only one weakness. It somewhat drags in the middle. But the atmosphere is alive and palpable and the emotions pure and real. There are many other books dealing with the topic of witch-trials, but few manage to be as powerful as well as respectfully restrained. Hargrave as an author knows how to keep the balance and her book beautiful.

The Wizard of Oz and Other Wonderful Books of Oz: The Emerald City of Oz and Glinda of Oz

Author: Frank L. Baum

First published: 1900, 1910, 1920

Pages: 432

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 5 days

This book is not commonly known in my country and so I have only read it for the first time now when I am over thirty. It definitely has its charm, especially the first volume, which holds some beautiful truths one wishes to teach the children (or adults). The Emerald City of Oz and Glinda of Oz are both mostly just a flight of fancy with no actual conflict. In fact, the danger to any of the characters is so nonexistent it begs the question of "why should I care". Not bad, but perhaps I would have loved it more if I was 5, not 33. Mea culpa.

Vasilisa the Wise and Other Tales of Brave Young Women

Author: Kate Forsyth

First published: 2017

Pages: 103

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Very sweet retelling of several classic fairytales in which the girl saves herself (even if she needs some help by others, and the others are never the prince).

Author: J.J. Abrams, Doug Dorst

First published: 2013

Pages: 456

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 19 days

This book felt like an acid trip with Umberto Eco or something in a similar vein to me. I was rather terrified that the whole thing would be completely dependant on the unusual format, but to my delight, the format merely enhances and enriches the actual novel, which in itself is dark, confusing, moving, terrifying, philosophical and weirdly fascinating. I am sure a lot has escaped my attention or flew over my head, but I welcome it because it gives me more reason to return to the book in the future. It was not all flawless though. My biggest gripe, as an actual Czech person, is that even though so much effort and thought went into the creation of this book, the author decided that Google translate will do just fine - and no surprise - it did not. There are not many instances of the Czech language being used, but when it is... it is all wrong. The Czech language is quite difficult and complex and Google translate does not know how to deal with it most of the time. Just one example: In the book, Eric writes OPICE TANCE on the wall and says it is Czech for "MONKEY DANCES". Yeah. Yeah, it is. IF THE WORD "DANCES" IS TAKEN AS A NOUN IN PLURAL. The correct translation would be "OPICE TANČÍ" and trust me it IS a big big difference. (Do not get me started on the vintage newspaper article....) You definitely need a lot of brainpower and focus when reading, this is not an easy book to follow. You also need to accept that not all questions are answered. I am glad I read it though. I found it an interesting experience.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Author: J.R.R. Tolkien

First published: 1954

Pages: 407

Rating: ★★★★★

How long did it take: 3 days

What can I say? Yet again I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes. Few, very few books have the power of this one.

Mexican Gothic

Author: Silvia Moreno-Garcia

First published: 2020

Pages: 301

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 12 days

I don´t have much to say but I was a bit bored at the beginning, but it turned out to be a pretty wild ride.

Aristokratka u královského dvora

Author: Evžen Boček

First published: 2020

Pages: 184

Rating: ★★★☆☆

How long did it take: 1 day

Miluji celou tuto sérii, bohužel tento díl mi, ač stále zábavný, přišel prozatím nejslabší... Měla jsem pocit, že první polovina knihy opustila můj oblíbený, laskavý humor teenagerky, která se musí potýkat s výstřední rodinou a situací, a sklouzává spíše trochu k upřímné krutosti... Doufám, že další pokračování se vrátí ke své laskavosti.

The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family and Defiance During the Blitz

Author: Erik Larson

First published: 2020

Pages: 608

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 2 days

An excellent and above all readable account of a chapter in the WW2 history. Larson explains well why Churchill was the best man for that dark hour and why he is still viewed as a hero in Europe (his questionable and even abhorrent views and actions in the context of the British Empire and people of other races notwithstanding), as the person who stood up to Hitler and pretty much kept the fires of defiance burning. There is definitely not enough "family" in this "family saga", but given the sheer amount of material and information presented to the reader, I suppose the author struck an acceptable balance between the politics and the private matters.

Conjure Women

Author: Afia Atakora

First published: 2020

Pages: 416

Rating: ★★★★☆

How long did it take: 8 days

The beginning of this book seemed tiring, and at risk of sounding insensitive, not interesting, since it seemed to tackle the same things that have already been tackled. But then there appeared strands of stories and of secrets, and suddenly I just needed to know everything. The whole story then appears as an artful mosaic. The last chapter felt unnecessary though and I did not understand its meaning if it was supposed to have any.

#booklr #wrap up #October 2020

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The World Isn’t Quiet Anymore - Part 2; Mae Govannen

Peter Parker x Elf! Reader Lord Of the Rings Au

Chapter 1 - The Fellow Ship Of The Rings

Part 2 ~ Mae Govannen

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Barely 48hours had passed since the eleven of you had started your quest to Mordor. You felt like you had been walking for days, but that was something you would never admit to Legolas.

You seemed to be glued to your cousin as you walked through the tight pathways of the forest, the two of you cracking jokes every so often.

Peter looked at the two of you as Legolas crashed to your side sending you crashing into Gimli. Legolas looked at you with an innocent smirk while you and Gimli grumbled, not too happy that the two of you made contact.

"They seem close?" Peter asked Sam as he admired you pilling up leaves on the side of the road, a small amount of jealousy pilling up in his stomach.

Since the council, Peter couldn't take his eyes off you. Your elven traits seemed to attract him like a moth to a flame. Your mysterious elf eyes seemed to chimer in the light of the day and Peter wished he could just get lost in them.

He wanted to get to know you, but Legolas didn't make it any easy. First you would always be glued to each other like magnets and second, he intimidated him so much it made Peter's fear of Sauron disappear. But when he thought about so did but so did you. He felt so small next to the two of you. He had seen what elves could do, and he felt weak and powerless next to forces of natures like you.

"Yeah, they're cousins," Sam said. "But they're more like brother and sister if you ask me." He continued before bringing his eyes back to the road.

"Oh." Peter's face seems to lit up as a weight fell off his stomach as he felt like a ray of sunshine had just lit up his chances with you. He let out a small sigh of releif, Legolas intimidating him a little less then before.

He let his gaze come back to you. You were crawling behind Legolas the pile of leaf in hand. He saw you as you were dropping all the leaves inside his shirt, making his face twist in surprise.

Legolas started jumping up and down trying to remove the leaves from hit attire. He glared at you with a mischievous look as he walked up to a puddle of dirt and threw some on you, accidentally hitting Aragorn on the way.

"Can the two of you stop your acting like children." He said all playfulness in his tone leaving as he wiped the dirt off his face.

You and Legolas looked at him like children who were getting grounded. A flash a fear passed through both your eyes as Aragorn looked more then serious.

"But she started it!" He pointed to you and you scoffed in surprise.

"That's not true!" You stated and jumped in frustration.

"Legolas mea cildë idë" Legola's face fell as Aragorn tried to end this pranking war. You smiled as Aragorn was on your side. You let your tongue out to mock him just to annoy him some more.

"Legolas I saw you."

"Anat-" Legolas pleaded finding it unfair that he was taking the blame.

"But-"

"Legolas." Aragorn warned.

"Y/n" Aragorn turned to you with a warning look telling you to stop making faces at Legolas before he started walking again.

You shoved Legolas's arm one more time before walking across the group to catch up with the Hobbits and Peter.

You gave Peter a small smile and walked towards him. Peter had caught your eyes the second you walked into the council. He looked nothing like any humans you had seen, and you could feel the pureness of his heart.

"Mae Govannen Mellon nin." You greeted with a cheery tone, eying Legolas to make sure he wouldn't prank you again.

"Well met my friend."

"Sorry?" He asked as he turned his head towards you, getting lost in your eyes as you made eye contact.

"It means, well met my friend." You smiled. "It's kind of our way of saying hello," you explained

"I like it." Peter smiled loving the way a smile looked on your face.

"How's the quest treating you so far." You chuckled and quicked a rock.

"Not so bad." He smiled and eyed the road again.

"Glad to know." You looked at the road too, silence falling between the two of you. You let the fresh breeze hit your face as you continued walking, your long elven hair flowing in the wind, sending Peter knees weak for you.

He looked at you one more time, trying to not let his stair linger too much. Peter couldn't get you off his mind and so many questions rised in his mind. First, he wondered how you could look so perfect, you had been walking for almost 12 hours straight and you didn't even look tired, while he was feeling miserable and thought he probably looked like a dead orc.

Peter didn't know much about elves and that intrigued him even more. He knew you were stronger fighters than anyone in this fellowship, and that you were more immortal too.

That sent Peter into a swarm of question on your age, wondering how old you truly were, even tho you looked like you were barely 20 years old. The only true piece of info he had was that Legolas was you older cousin. But Peter had no idea how old the elf prince was.

"A question I always had." Merry walked next to you his hands tight on the strings of his backpack.

"Yes?" You asked with a smile.

"Is eternity boring?" He asked while skipping a step in his walk.

"hmm" You looked up to think. "Good question." You looked back to him. "Well, were pretty patient beings, I guess. Plus the world always moves and changes. I mean Legolas is almost 3000 years old and he's seen a bunch of wars. I mean im barely 2880 and ive seen almost 10 wars, fought in like half of them." You pushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder as if to brag. "Life isn't that boring when your immortal." You remarked and the Hobbit's face fell.

"Hey, I have more than 70 years ahead before I turn 3000, we're only 50 years apart remember." Legolas replied from the the other end of the group.

You chuckled at his remark and continued your walk next to Peter and the Hobbits.

Peter's eye lit up with surprise as he got the answer to his question. You were 2880 but didn't look a day over 20.

As you walked your hand softly brushed Peter's sending sparks to both your arms. Both of you pretended like nothing had happened and continued your road, following where ever Gandalf was taking you.

You brushed your arm with your other hand, the vibrations of Peter's touch still lingering.

"When can we stooppp." Pippin asked dragging his arms on each side of his body.

"We can stop when we're up this hill." Gandalf replied while pointing to the top with his stick.

You heard a grunt from the two little Hobbits as the road was getting steeper. You chuckled at the two of them before you stared at the orange sky.

You woke up being not so comfortable as you were laying under small rocks scattered on the ground. Your eyes fluttered open as you smelled some bacon and sausage being grilled and heard the soft sounds of swords clinking together.

You shifted before standing up, soft chuckles waking you up even more.

"What?" You deadpanned as you turned your head to face Legolas.

"Nothing, just didn't think you would sleep on our first day."

"I needed sleep ok? Just because mister slept right before he was sent to Elrond's council doesn't mean every elf on middle earth has the same sleep cycle as you." You deadpanned and he smiled happily happy he made you mad, before walking away towards the end of the rocks to admire the view.

You grumbled something in Elvish before braiding your hair for the day and folding your covers.

You stretched and drank some water before taking a look around the group. You saw the Pippin and Merry getting trained by Aragorn, as Gandalf was looking at the far off mountains. Sam was cooking and Frodo watching the sword fight. You turned around and saw Peter sitting on a hightop rock, watching the view too. You smiled at the sight and decided to join him.

"Mae Govannen" He said as he stopped you walking towards him.

"Mae Govannen to you too mellon nin" You smiled as you sat down barely a meter away from him.

A peaceful silence fell as you scanned the mountains. You looked back to Peter was opening a pack of Lembas.

"You want some?" He asked you as he handed you a piece.

"Thanks" you took it from him with a smile and took a bite, the familiar taste filling your mouth.

"No problem."

"So tell me, Peter. How's the ocean lands?" You asked taking another bite of Lembas from the small piece he gave you.

"Nice." He shrugged. "Loads of oceans." He smiled.

You chuckled at his joke and shifted in your stop, subconsciously moving closer to him.

"I've been there a few centuries ago." You recalled. "Very nice place. Just wondering if it changed much." you smiled.

Your use of words made Peter stop for a second. He remembered you were more then two thousand years old which hit Peter with nervousness again.

"I don't know if it changed much." You awkwardly chuckled "It's pretty peacfull I guess."

You looked back to him sensing his sudden burst of nervousness.

"You don't have to feel nervous around me Peter. Im just an elf."

"That's the thing. Your so much more skilled than me. You intimidate me so much." You let out a soft burst of laughter.

"Ah, you don't have to worry. Im just like you on the inside. Maybe a little wiser." You winked.

Peter felt himself relax as you made things easy for him. You seemed to always say the right words, making Peter feel in peace with you.

"GET DOWN!" Gandalf screamed as you barely had time to look in front of you before hundreds of birds came flying towards you.

You stepped down the rock in a hurry Peter following right behind you. You accidentally tripped and ended up on the floor on top of Peter.

Your face heated up in a shade of bright red as your faces were barely inches away. You looked up and saw the birds coming right for you, your only safe option being to duck onto Peter.

You looked from the birds to hit face and gave him an apoplectic smile as you dropped your body weight onto his ducking your head in the crook of his neck. Without thinking, Peter placed protecting arms around you waiting for the birds to leave.

The second they left you rolled out onto the floor your face a shade of deep scarlet.

You awkwardly stood up and eyed Legolas who was giving you a weird look from the other side of camp. You ignored it and pretended not to know what he walking about as you fixed your clothes and walked towards your bag.

"Spies of Saruman" Gandalf stated and all eyes were on him except you and Legolas who were sensing something in the wind.

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