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If All Else Perished: IX

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: In part four, Daemon takes the reader far from the confines of King’s Landing to a place of his youth and feelings can no longer be kept hidden.

Word Count: ~2950

Warning: super light smut

a/n: enjoy the fluff now, my friends, for the next chapter will be angsty as hell

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“Are you sure he would not mind a stranger for a rider?” you asked, taking a hesitant step toward Caraxes.

“In your case, I have no doubt. Just as I know he would bring you no harm.”

You approached the dragon and took hold of the saddle, in spite of the apprehension you were feeling. Looking toward his head, you wanted to catch a glimpse of his eye once more.

“What makes you so certain?”

“He knows that you are precious to me.”

You bowed your head at his seemingly unfettered charm, though it was enough to make you start pulling yourself up the saddle. You settled into it as best you could, unfamiliar with riding horses, much less being on dragon back.

The saddle was spacious enough that Daemon fit behind you, but he was pressed against you so closely you could feel the warmth of his body on your back. His arms reached around you to grab the reigns and you clutched the leather beneath you tightly as Caraxes began to move.

The ascent was the most frightening part, as you were almost certain you were going to fall to your death. As King’s Landing grew to be further beneath you, your grip moved to Daemon’s forearm and became tighter and tighter with each passing second.

Eventually, Caraxes began to fly forward instead of upward and you were finally able to take in your surroundings, which did not disappoint. The sea looked so immensely vast, while the city below you appeared smaller than ever.

“How do you fare?” Daemon checked up on you now that your death grip had loosened.

“Well enough,” you answered, “though I am still toiling to convince myself of the reality of this all.”

His chest vibrated behind you as he laughed, “I can understand why that would be necessary.”

You glided high above the water for a long while, spotting boats and little islands here and there. You could hardly believe how far the water spanned and it brought to mind stories you’d heard about what lies beyond it in Essos.

Time seemed to pass differently from the top of the world, but you figured an hour or so had gone by when Daemon finally pointed out an island in the distance. As it grew nearer, Caraxes began to circle it, giving you the chance to see how sizable and rich with greenery it was. The creature seemed to have its sights set on a large field in the eastern part of the island.

You braced yourself for the landing, but Caraxes met the ground more nimbly than you’d expected. Daemon climbed down first and the loss of contact was almost chilling after being so close to one another for such a period. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you inspected the surrounding area.

Lush vegetation with blooms of lilac and indigo gave way to a small beach, while a densely wooded area occupied the space on the other side of the field. The trill of a bug you’d never heard before filled your ears and you considered how few people had probably visited this island before. You found delight in the feeling of ease that settled into your bones as you reflected on that thought.

The only places you’d ever been--- Oldtown, King’s Landing, Lannisport ---others always surround you, never leaving you too far from reach. This was the only time in your life you’d ever questioned how far the nearest person was, save for the one who had brought you here. Such freedom was a circumstance fully unfamiliar to you.

When you looked down at Daemon from atop Caraxes, you found that he was already looking up at you. “Won’t you join me?”

His hand reached up in your direction, letting you know he was there to assist if you needed it. You made your way down slowly, careful of each step. As you approached the ground, his hands ghosted over your body, ready to steady you if necessary. Your feet managed to find the grass without help, but the soreness in your thighs made your legs buckle.

Daemon quickly grasped your waist, worry evident in his voice. “Do you feel unwell?”

He knew that nausea was not an uncommon reaction to one’s first time on a dragon, especially for those who did not have the blood of Valyria.

“No, I fear my legs are not accustomed to riding on dragon back,” you informed, turning to face him.

His eyes widened ever so slightly and he hoped his brief, yet sinful thoughts were not obvious. Pushing them from his mind, he held out his arm to you. “Perhaps stretching them a bit would help?”

You accepted with a nod and began your stroll, eyes scanning the tree line. “So tell me, what is this place?”

“My brother and I used to fly here together when we were younger. It lies not far from Dragonstone.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, but he was looking intently toward the beach as your steps carried both of you in its direction.

“Then I imagine it is a place dear to your heart. I feel very fortunate in having the chance to see it.”

Your earnestness caused a pleasant feeling to wash over Daemon’s body and the conversation ceased, giving you the opportunity to admire all the new sights. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore grew louder as you approached a shady spot situated just before the grass transitioned into sand.

“Does this spot prove acceptable, my lady?”

“The entirety of the island is acceptable,” you returned, giggling at his formality, “I’m happy to rest in any spot you choose.”

You could taste the saltiness in the air as a breeze carried the mist of the sea inland. Caraxes, now a little ways away, had taken to bathing in the sun while the pair of you made yourselves comfortable. You sat so close to one another that your arms brushed together with the slightest movement.

“I’ve never even dreamed of being in such a place. I struggle to think of a time in which I saw a view even half as beautiful.”

He hummed in agreement, his eyes focused on your face rather than the scenery, “me as well.” He pulled his gaze away from you before continuing, “I haven’t been here in ages.”

“You’ve not had the time?”

“Not exactly. As my brother and I grew older, our relationship shifted. It’s more... distant now than it used to be.” He let out a sigh, shoulders falling as he exhaled, “it felt odd to come here alone.”

Daemon was the type of man to disdain his own vulnerability, so he shut it out as often as possible. Nevertheless, here alone with you, the way your face softened in response to his openness made him wonder if he’d been mistaken in his beliefs.

“I can understand that. As moons pass, the ways in which we differ from our siblings seem starker,” you paused for a moment, thinking of your own sister. “But perhaps he thinks about coming back here with you, too. Did you explore the whole island together?”

Daemon’s answer came quickly and you knew he was eager to reminisce about the time they shared here, back when their relationship was less complicated. The sun moved through the sky as he told you their stories and you listened intently to each of them, adding your own interjections here and there. The memories he recounted were some of his most valuable.

He loved how your laugh rang out over the field, making his heart beat out of rhythm, while the tales of his youth distracted both of you from your father’s intentions regarding your hand. You never once seemed uninterested in what he had to say and he happily returned the favor.

He had just finished telling you the story of his name day of four and ten, in which he and Viserys skipped out on festivities to come to the island instead. Their father had been furious, though the two couldn’t help but snicker together as soon as he turned his back.

Being with you always made him feel different than being with anyone else. There was an untold peace he derived from your unquestioning acceptance, from the space you provided him with to be himself. He pondered how long it would take the King and the Hand to find you both were you to remain here in the serenity of each other’s presence.

Alas, wanting to return before the sky shifted to the black of night, Daemon stood and offered you his hand, looking in Caraxes’ direction. You took it and allowed him to pull you up, but kept your fingers interlocked longer than necessary.

“How long did it take Viserys to realize he’d left his sword behind?” you questioned, still curious to learn more. It felt odd to imagine such a young version of the Prince.

“Entirely too long, of course, but it was waiting for him when we came back.”

The soft smile on his face as he looked down at you and the sounds of the island made your heart feel more content than it ever had.

“It gladdens me to hear you speak of such fond memories. Thank you for bringing me here, Daemon.”

“For you, my love, I would do most anything.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as the meaning of his words set in, "as would I for you."

The past few weeks had been strange in that, you closed yourself off to almost everyone following your mother’s death. Yet with Daemon, there existed a comfort that should have taken years to build, even in the beginning. He never made light of your troubles and he trusted you enough to seek your counsel, just as you had with him.

Despite your father’s looming proposition, you felt safe here in Daemon’s company. In a place so far removed from your father, it seemed without point to deny how badly you wanted the man before you.

Your proximity to one another seemed more apparent now than it had prior in the day. You did not miss how his eyes flickered down to your lips, so you looked at his too, imagining how they might feel against your own.

Tilting your head to the side, you leaned up toward him almost imperceptibly. His brows furrowed together, your actions tormenting both him and his dwindling resolve. He had told himself over and over he couldn’t get involved with you in this way because it would only end in him failing you. Even so, he neglected to pull away as your noses brushed together.

“I’m not a good man, (Y/N),” he whispered.

"You've always been good to me," you answered so assuredly that he almost forgot the anger he'd thrown at you undeservedly when he stormed into your chambers just hours ago. Not only had you offered him absolution, but you’d also assigned yourself some of the blame.

You reached up and ran the back of two fingers down his jawline before you laid your palm against his chest. He let out a shaky breath and his forehead came to rest against yours. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and the waves seemed even louder when they were accompanied only by your breathing.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t be selfish with you, not like this.”

“That decision is yours and I could never scorn you for it,” you told him honestly, wanting his choice to be genuine. “But I will not be misunderstood. It would be your decision alone, for I know what I desire.”

His hair was carried by the wind, tickling your skin as it grazed the side of your face. As moments ticked by, your chest threatened to deflated with the rejection you’d attempted to prepare yourself for in past weeks.

Suddenly though, his hands were on either side of your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes closed as you leaned into the kiss, his tenderness making your heart weep. His left hand crept to the back of your neck, as the right came to hold your hip and pull you closer.

As your body molded itself against his and he found that your kiss was just as desperate as his own, he felt an intense sense of relief. It elicited a moan from his throat so faint, it almost escaped your ears and you considered yourself lucky it hadn’t. Your mouth parted as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, then his kiss moved to the side of your mouth and up your jaw.

There was an aching, warm sensation in the pit of your stomach that was unfamiliar to you and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate it. A gasp left your mouth as his lips reached the place just below your ear, but relentlessly, they made their way downward.

Your heart was beating so viciously, you wondered if he could feel it as his lips devoured your throat. Your fingers tugged at the hair at the base of his head and when he took the skin of your collarbone between his teeth, he savored how the rise and fall of your chest deepened.

Regardless of how badly he may have wanted to, he was mindful of leaving you without any marks. He pulled back and looked down at you, examining your countenance carefully for any sign of regret, but all he found were plumped lips and a look of affection he doubted he would ever be worthy of.

He loved you. It was no longer something he could push from his mind because this moment had made it real, for you and him alike. His lips captured yours again, but the heat of the moment had passed, replaced by lips that brushed against yours gently. Then, he grabbed you by the chin, lifting your head so that your eyes found his.

“What is it?” you asked nervously after he had spent a few too many seconds staring.

“Am I not allowed to simply look upon you, little one?” he retorted playfully.

“Of course you can,” you replied sheepishly, “I only m-”

“Good, because you are perhaps the most sublime person in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

His interruption left you in complete silence and he truly did try to stifle the chuckle that resulted from it. Despite his efforts, he failed, causing you to roll your eyes before walking toward Caraxes and leaving him behind.

“I spoke not in jest!” he called out to you, taking quick strides until he was by your side again.

“I know,” you said simply, grabbing his hand in a way he might have described as aggressive had he been in a mood to tease you.

The journey back to King’s Landing had felt too short, but this time, his hand occasionally rested on your thigh as Caraxes soared across a darkening sky. Making your way through the city felt strange too, as you’d only ever traversed through its streets when the sun was still high in the sky. Now, torches lit the way through alleys and crowds that felt eerier than before.

You were all but glued to Daemon’s side, not that he would have preferred it any other way, until the two of you reached the Keep’s tunnels. You came to a passageway that was known to you, as it was one near your chambers. Before you were able to step through, Daemon's fingertips reached out for yours and caused you to stop.

“This is where we part ways for the evening.”

He stepped toward you and delicately cupped your cheek. You blinked up at him, the castle feeling so incredibly removed from the safety of the island. It reminded you both that carrying on like this was dangerous, even if it was a shared desire.

“May I?” he murmured, his head dipping closer to yours.

You nodded and he gave you one long, lingering kiss after which he pulled away only an inch or so.

“I am entirely undeserving of even your slightest attention, so it seems only fair that you should have my heart.” He said it as if he were talking about something as inconsequential as the weather, then brought your palm to his lips and pressed a kiss there. “I leave it here, in your hand. Good night, my lady.”

You stared as he disappeared down the stairs, leaving without so much as awaiting your reply. Your fingers reach up to touch your lips as you stood unmoving. The events of the day left you with a whirlpool of emotions, each fighting for dominance of your heart in their own right.

Unsure of how long passed, you finally crept out into the hallway and toward your chambers. You hoped to find yourself in Daemon’s company again before long, missing his presence even though you’d only been without it for so short a time.

To your surprise, you heard a group of footsteps heading in your direction. You planned to offer them a brief nod of your head before continuing on your way, but then the person was revealed to you.

“Your Grace,” you greeted, eyebrows raised as you took in the Queen’s intricate gown and the guard on either side of her.

“Lady Hightower, it is good to see you, as always. Are you well?”

“Very, your Grace. I hope the same for you.”

“You have my thanks, sweet girl. Good evening,” she smiled warmly at you before making her exit.

As she passed you, however, she picked up a smell that made her glance back at your retreating figure. Dragon.

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 4 months

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The Vocabulary of Loss

This is actually the main piece that this was scrapped from. I wasn't going to put it here initially, but decided it was hanging over my head and I wanted to get out from under it. While it's definitely more coherent than some of the others I've posted lately, it's not finished by any means, so expect the usual placeholders and such.

Nobori’s first memories were marked by hurt, panic and confusion. He vaguely remembered a chill so bone-deep he feared it would snuff the flame at his heart, but even that [memory] was woefully incomplete. Between one blink and the next, the expanse of white was gone and there was a person talking to him with words he didn’t recognize.

Nobori’s present was also marked with hurt, panic and confusion. He wasn’t sure where this was or how he’d gotten here, just as with the Pearl Clan, but the sense of danger lingered in the back of his mind.

Yet again, he… didn’t recognize the words being directed at him.

He bit back a frustrated whine-- loathe to muddy the waters any further when this person hadn’t done anything to warrant his [ire]-- and shook his head, willing them to realize that he couldn’t understand them. They started again and, resigned, he repeated the gesture. When they motioned to him instead, urging him to speak, he sighed and raised a hand to his throat; again, he shook his head.

Mercifully, their eyes lit up in comprehension, and the person with them disappeared for a moment, returning with a sheet of paper and a strange writing implement. Nobori took neither, but awkwardly mimed holding a charcoal and, regretfully, shook his head once more.

The second person moved their hands in a [specific] way, and Nobori watched, trying figure out what they were motioning for, but even when he followed their arcs and where they pointed, it didn’t make any more sense. When he didn’t respond-- busy working out what that was about-- the two people exchanged worried looks.

One by one, other people shuffled in, tried to speak with him, and then left again; the words were different every time, enunciation variable and accents shifting. Nobori could do nothing but wrap his arms around himself and shake his head, over and over and over.

It was reminiscent of his first waking moments in the Pearl Settlement, staring helplessly at anyone and everyone who tried to make him understand. At least this time he was saved the frustration of trying to respond; where, before, he’d been so thoroughly blanked out that he’d forgotten his inability to speak, he stayed purposefully quiet today. There was no sense trying to force words that wouldn’t come-- words he’d only ever been taught to hear, and never to use.

With little else to remember about those who filed in and then out, he found that he recognized their faces well-- and the expressions of pity and horror that played out over each in turn-- so he knew that the person offering him a tentative smile had been in here before.

And, to his bewilderment, he found that her words clicked in a way he’d never known prior.

“You… understand Unova?”

They were hesitant and didn’t flow together very well, but he knew each of the words individually, and recognized that she was asking him a question. He could piece things together from there.

Haltingly-- confused, himself-- he inclined his head, and the woman clapped her hands, lighting up. She chattered excitedly to the other person present, the one who’d been here the entire time, and then turned back to him.

“Write?” She asked, and any tentative hope was dashed when he was forced to shake his head again. Nobori wished he could say yes, but reading and writing hadn’t been essential to his duties on Mount Coronet, and so the consensus had been that it wasn’t worth it.

“Sign Unova?” The woman tried, sounding worried, and Nobori could only stare blankly. He thought that, perhaps, that word meant something else, but if it did, he’d forgotten.

He wanted to draw his legs up, protecting himself from the rush of shame that followed, but even if nobody could tell him he’d broken a limb, he knew the facts. Nobori had no idea what he’d been doing before he woke up here, but clearly it hadn’t gone well for him.

While dissatisfied, the woman straightened back up and, assertively, repeated, “You understand Unova.”

He nodded, and she smiled at him.

“Yes. We’ll make better.” She said, and reached out to pat the bed reassuringly.

Nobori looked between her and the first man, then [haltingly] gestured to the paper and-- pen! That was it. It was just a strange pen. Both looked confused, but the man held them out to him, and with a little bit of fiddling, he figured out how to make the ink come out. While he couldn’t write words, there was one thing Nobori could do to make himself understood to some small extent, and an urgent question at the forefront of his mind-- he drew two concentric circles, and then two lines to connect them. Without thinking it through, he turned the paper over-- as if orientation would have any bearing on his drawing-- and hummed a question: where were his Pokemon?

To his relief, the question seemed to make it through the language barrier.

“Pokemon here are not allowed. Pokeballs are downstairs.” Said the woman, pointing down as she spoke as if to demonstrate.

That wasn’t quite what he’d been hoping for, but Nobori decided it was acceptable. He wanted to know more-- to make sure they were in a better state than he was-- but he had no earthly idea how he might ask her that, and so he nodded. It might take a day or so, but he’d be able to go down and check for himself.

(This, as it would turn out, was an incredibly optimistic estimate.)

The two stayed for a while longer; the woman gave him both of their names before asking more questions, none of which he had the capacity to address. Nobori was getting sick of shaking his head, but he couldn’t provide her any true answers.

The two left shortly thereafter-- once it became clear he could offer nothing to help them-- and, not for the first time in living memory, Nobori was left alone: hurt, confused, and wholly out of his element.

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Nobori knew better than to cause a fuss while under a healer’s care. He hated the hands on him, but he stayed still and pliant every time he was looked over, hoping it would end sooner rather than later. He dutifully took the medicines he was given-- less bitter than what he was used to, having been compressed into small tablets, and far easier to swallow because of it-- and did his best to thank his carers when given meals. The foods were a little strange, but not unrecognizable; their choice of rice instead of barley was a puzzling one, but perhaps he’d found himself somewhere where it was more readily available.

Once a full day had passed, he tested his ability to stand. It hurt-- less than he’d expected, actually-- but Nobori was relatively certain he could walk on it.

Or, at least, he was certain until he took a step and the world lurched around him.

He reached frantically behind himself and managed to get a handful of the bed; while he was unable to keep from tipping over, he at least slowed the fall, and landed on the floor with an undignified thump. Before he could put himself right, one of the people he recognized-- but didn’t have a name for-- poked their head in to look at him, and, upon processing the sight, hurried in to help him up. While he didn’t understand the words, Nobori recognized that her tone was asking if he was okay, and he did his best to reassure her; once he was back in bed, it took a turn as she began to scold him.

He ducked his head apologetically and weathered it, unable to argue his case-- but, before she left, tried to ask outright. He placed a hand on his chest and then pointed downstairs. She looked at him like he was being ridiculous and refused. Again, he pointed down, this time reaching for the piece of paper he’d drawn a pokeball on, and her expression softened, but she still told him no.

Anxious, he scratched lightly at his first knuckle, and while he didn’t notice it in the moment, the nurse’s eyes dropped to the motion. He did notice when she crossed the room to write something down on the papers that stayed at his bedside, but was disinclined to afford it any further attention; even if it was meant for his eyes, he wouldn’t have any way to interpret it, so there was no point.

Before she left, she approached the black tablet against the far wall and pressed something on its side, then escaped while Nobori was distracted by the shapes that played across it.

They were humans, real humans and not drawings-- like the photographs in the village, but more realistic. More than that, though, they moved. Nobori… Nobori hadn’t known that was possible, but now that he was seeing it, it seemed completely normal. It should have been shocking, but he barely even wondered how it worked. He knew that the people on the screen wouldn’t respond to him-- that he was watching something that had already happened-- and, instead, focused on what they were doing and the sounds they made. It wasn’t as good as being sat down to reach an understanding with a native speaker, but by the time someone came to see him again, he had picked up a few repeating words and phrases. He didn’t know what they meant yet, but he knew they were common parts of speech. With more time and context, he could figure it out, and once he’d gotten those basics down, he might be able to understand a little bit of what was going on around him.

The next time he was given medicine, though, it made him incredibly tired. He could do little more than watch the increasingly-blurry people move about in real life and on the screen before, inevitably, he fell asleep.

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In retrospect, Nobori would realize that his mind stayed fuzzy after that, until such a time that he would finally be released from the hospital. In the moment, however, he was frustrated with himself. What had been a good start coasted to a halt as he found himself both unable to focus on individual words and struggling to remember what he’d already figured out.

In a bout of [frustration] he tuned the screen out entirely and tried to keep himself engaged in drawing out a map of the Coronet Highlands. He’d long since gathered that, wherever he was, it wasn’t Hisui. The language didn’t resemble Hisuian in the slightest, the foods were not the norm, the expectations on him as a patient were different, and what little he’d been able to make out from the window didn’t resemble the village at all.

If he could barely understand them, and they couldn’t understand him, the best he could do was try to use visual cues to get a response. Nobori’s first thought had been for Mount Coronet, Hisui’s central feature, but groggily dismissed it. Short of the temple on top, there weren’t any distinguishing features for non-residents to recognize; it would just look like any other mountain. He didn’t use maps in his daily life-- couldn’t read what they said, anyway-- but Nobori knew the terrain he patrolled and could lay the broad strokes out well enough.

He felt pain begin to creep in again, but he did his best to ignore it; if anything, it was a jolt of lucidity that helped him to focus on his work. His progress only halted when the daylight nurse came in to see him-- along with the woman who knew Unovan words.

Reluctantly, he set his pen and paper to the side, mirroring the tray that was set on the stand to his right, and then afforded them his full-- faltering-- attention. The first part of the afternoon routine was his pills, and he obediently downed them, then rolled the water cup between his hands as he waited for someone to speak.

“Your name!” The woman said, excited, and Nobori bit back the urge to sigh. This had happened before, too. They had to call him something, and he had no way to communicate what he’d already been given-- he would just have to remember what they decided on and try to respond to it for the time being. He suspected it would be more difficult now, since he’d already learned to answer to “Nobori”, but he could adjust. With any luck, he would only need it while he was in this facility.

To his surprise, however, he wasn’t given a foreign set of syllables. The woman called him by the single word his snow-blank mind had managed to hold onto-- the name he knew was originally his, before he’d been Nobori.

How… how could she know that?

Numbly, he nodded-- lowering his head just once-- and watched how she’d respond.

Her eyes lit up and she tapped her fingertips together in a muted clapping. It was followed by “Good!” and a number of words that… that Nobori recognized, but was having a difficult time parsing. There was something about blood-- he knew that much-- but it was nuanced, and he wasn’t sure how, exactly. He took another drink of water to give himself a small break from it.

When he looked back up, the woman’s expression was sympathetic.

“Will be alright, now.” She promised, “Call your brother.”

…huh?

Nobori blinked at her. She wanted him to call with his Celestica flute? Call who? He only knew a handful of viable songs…

Without meaning to, he felt his head list to the side, confused, but all she did was repeat, “Be alright, now.”

Physically, he couldn’t press for more information, and mentally, he was beginning to go foggy again, so he did nothing to stop her from departing. Left with an evening meal and the people on the screen, he devoted all of his attention to the former, applying a disproportionate focus to plucking every single mushroom out of his miso soup before making any move to drink it. By the time he’d forced himself to finish the waterlogged mushrooms, his head was too heavy to keep upright, and with a rueful thought for his incomplete map, he dropped into unconsciousness.

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Nobori was so tired. It clung to him throughout the day, and by the time he slowly realized its grasp was lessening, it was too late, because a new fatigue was digging its claws into him.

There was another person today. He’d said his name, but for the life of him, Nobori couldn’t remember it. It felt terrible; even if he couldn’t share the information with anyone, he’d always had the solace of knowing that he knew, and now it was as if his mind couldn’t hold onto anything at all. How much longer before he forgot that there had been a place before this? Before he lost his friends waiting for him downstairs? The only thing he was good for was working with Pokemon, and it had been days since he’d been able to do his job. How long would the staff here tolerate him?

Their patience stretched further than he expected, if what the newcomer said was any metric. Nobori didn’t know where the man had come from, but the man spoke fluently in the language he’d forgotten, explaining that they’d found him, hurt, beneath a shrine in the deep woods and brought him here to heal. Even in his [diminished] state, Nobori already thought it must have been something to that effect, but he nodded along, not about to take this for granted.

Eventually, the man asked for his input. Was there anything else they should know, that he could communicate? Did anywhere else hurt?

Tentatively, unsure why he was bothering, Nobori reached up and lightly knocked against his head.

The man’s eyes widened for a moment, and then narrowed as he leaned in. “You hit your head?”

On an instinct he’d never been fully able to beat back-- especially not now, when his mind was swimming just trying to sit up straight-- Nobori opened his mouth, as if to respond. He snapped it shut as soon as he realized what he’d done, and turned a palm upward, gradually bobbing his head back and forth in something inconclusive.

He knew he’d been injured, but no one could say for sure what had happened. It was just as likely that he’d hit his head as it was something had attacked him-- he’d been incredibly naive in his earliest days, seemingly unaware of just how dangerous Pokemon could be. No one would have been surprised if he’d gotten hurt because he’d been neglecting his safety checks.

“You don’t know, but your head hurts?” The man asked, and this time Nobori had a solid response.

Very slowly, so he didn’t make himself any dizzier, he shook his head, then moved to push his hair back. It had been cropped short-- down to the skin-- while the Pearl Clan’s healers looked after the wound beneath, but since started growing out again. He hoped they wouldn’t have to cut it this time; it had been unbearably prickly for weeks after the fact.

For several long minutes, the man and the doctor spoke to one another using words Nobori couldn’t comprehend.

“Can Dr. [?] take a look?” He eventually asked, gesturing to the spot Nobori had indicated.

Knowing better than to refuse, he bowed his head for easier access, and tried not to let his muscles tense up at the gloved fingers that investigated the scar. While the doctor investigated, the translator probed for more information.

“Do you know when you got this? Months ago? Years?”

An unhelpful part of Nobori wanted to point out that both of those could be measured in months, but he had no idea how he’d say that, even if he’d intended to do so. What he actually did was hold up two fingers and hope the point got across.

“Years ago?” The man asked, and he nodded. “How many?”

...how long had it been? He knew he’d seen a full turn of the seasons in the Coronet Highlands, but he’d spent a substantial amount of time under the Pearl Clan’s collective eye, too; he just didn’t know what season he’d started in, because the differences were so subtle in the Icelands, and he’d been horribly unaccustomed to the unrelenting cold.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent staring at his hands, lost to this train of thought, before the translator said, “That’s alright, we’ll say at least a year. If you allow the staff here to run some more tests, they might be able to tell you. Can they do that for you?”

Only halfway there, Nobori nodded. For several minutes, he drifted again, until the man called his other name. It took another few seconds to remember that that was him, and that he was supposed to respond.

“Did you come here from Unova? Could you point to home on a map?” The man asked, taking a completely different track. His eyes raked over Nobori with an uncomfortably familiar sort of pity.

Nobori gently shook his head to the first, and then cast a look about the room, searching for the map he’d left unfinished. He didn’t think he could find it on anyone else’s chart-- he didn’t know the other territories that well, and hadn’t visited them frequently enough to put them into a larger perspective-- but if they were referring to maps, his work had to be some small help, didn’t it?

Unseen in the midst of his bleary search, the other man blinked, taken aback.

“You didn’t come from Unova?” He asked, a note of urgency drawing Nobori’s attention.

Another [gentle] shake of the head. Part of Nobori wondered what that was about, but the rest was too upset about his missing map to afford it much more thought.

Again, the translator called his original name, and only continued when he had the scraps that passed for Nobori’s undivided attention. “Is there any way you can tell us where you were before you woke up here?”

Frustrated, Nobori nodded this time, and went back to looking for his map-- but, before he could get far at all, the other man cut back in.

“It’s okay! It’s okay. Why don’t we try this another time, when you’re feeling a little better? We’ll let the doctors see how they can help, and maybe it’ll be easier with a clear head, how about that?”

That wouldn’t help at all, but it seemed the question hadn’t actually been a question; the people around him moved on [swiftly], regardless of what his actual answer would have been. Nobori felt the dismissal for what it was, familiar with the way people turned their backs in favor of someone who could answer in kind. It wasn’t personal, he’d always tried to remind himself; it was just practical.

Without anything to hold his focus, Nobori found himself lapsing back into a mental fog.

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As much as Nobori hated the film over his thoughts, it was somewhat useful for a while. He was distantly aware that he would have hated being handled as doctors and nurses conducted their tests, and that the scans would have been unbearable with [a clear head]-- but that knowledge floated an arm’s length away, just like everything else.

The translator kept stopping by to ask him questions, and though he was only semi-conscious at any given time, Nobori was horribly aware of the fact that he could barely offer any information. Oftentimes, the answer was too complicated to act out, and if that wasn’t the case, then he couldn’t condense his drifting thoughts down far enough, or simply didn’t know to begin with.

At some point, the people around him started using new words with his other name, and to his surprise, he knew all of them. Most were upended directly onto it: the first a title he dimly recognized-- the domain he was responsible for, though he couldn’t quite articulate what a subway was-- and another a secondary name that hadn’t survived the Icelands. He thought that was strange. Barring honorifics, the only people he’d met who had more than one name were from the village.

...was that strange, actually? He knew he wasn’t from the village, but even though the Pearl Clan had given him his name, he wasn’t theirs, either. Nobori thought that might make sense, now that he’d reflected on it; the villagers came from somewhere else, just like him.

The last was also a name, but he knew this one wasn’t his. In spite of the care he’d been taking to avoid sudden moves, his head snapped up the first time he’d heard it, and he’d begun to frantically search the room, as if its owner might have been lurking in the corners of his vision.

He hadn’t been there, of course. The room was small and sparse with nowhere to hide, unless one was a wayward map; it was obvious at a glance that there was no one else with him, but Nobori still felt his heart pang at the realization that he was alone, save for the nurse’s company.

For a few minutes, the sudden panic cut through everything else. Where was he, where was his--

--and then there was a Pokemon in his space. It was a Poliwhirl, he noted with a distant sort of detachment, as its markings began to turn.

The world went still and silent.

Nobori woke back up in stages. His hearing returned first-- a survival instinct he hadn’t managed to forget yet-- and then the hospital’s sharp antiseptic filtered in.

There was something else, he realized, that he couldn’t remember feeling ever before; it kept him calm and his heart steady, even when the rest of his senses proved reluctant to find him. He didn’t know how, but he did know that he was safe, even if he had no basis to think that.

Weak from fear and sedation, Nobori’s instincts trusted it. They welcomed it, even. Though he hadn’t even woken up yet, Nobori found himself exhausted-- so if someone was offering the kindness to watch out for him, to let him rest…

It wasn’t just his [weary] senses, he realized. That was the difference. Someone was there.

He forced an eye open and tried [desperately] to focus-- and when he did, something deep in his heart lurched to the surface.

With a sudden urgency-- on a wellspring of energy he hadn’t possessed seconds prior-- Nobori pushed himself upright using numb, shaking hands. That was him. That was the name’s owner, the person whose absence he’d become so acutely aware of, the person who--

“Ingo.” Whispered the man who shared his face.

That was Emmet. That was his brother.

The hands that reached out to meet him trembled too, like both of them were suffering the same debilitating [numbness], and even though his brain couldn’t make the connection to sensation when they touched, it still resonated.

With the rest of his senses suspended, Ingo found that finally, for the first time in years, he felt whole.

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Short of medical treatments, no one in the Pearl Clan had touched him as long as he’d stayed with them. Space and physical contact were concepts held in such high regard that they were only to be shared by one’s direct family, and even then, it was a privilege that could be revoked. As the foreign man whose origins were unknown, nobody had felt comfortable [sharing] their [space] with him. It was one of many, many things he’d been able to comprehend, but hadn’t understood.

Now, with a familiar, warm weight in his arms, Nobo—Ingo realized why physical touch was considered just shy of sacred. If it had been up to him, they would have stayed wrapped around each other indefinitely, and he felt the air flee his lungs in a [disappointed] wheeze when Emmet pulled back. His brother hadn’t let go-- had a hand clutching either one of Ingo’s arms, as if to keep him right where he had him-- but it wasn’t the closeness he’d only just realized he craved so desperately. He leaned back in, insistent, and Emmet temporarily abandoned whatever he’d been about to say in favor of a breathy laugh as he resumed his hold.

Ingo set his head down on his twin’s shoulder and felt himself relax-- wholly and voluntarily-- for the first time since he could remember.

A hand released him long enough to raise up and pet blindly through his hair.

“It’s been explained to me that you cannot speak.” Emmet said over his shoulder. It was completely level, betraying none of his deeper feelings, but, somehow, Ingo found that he could read the distress in it. “I’m sorry. That must be verrrry difficult on you.”

Unable to communicate by any other means-- not without letting go, a thought he refused to humor-- he lifted the opposite shoulder. It was inconvenient, but it was his life, and he did his best to work with what little he had.

“We will see what treatments might help. I will be your voice until then.” Emmet said, and then buried his face into his brother’s shoulder.

A single, breathy laugh escaped in response to the declaration. It was a nice idea, but Ingo wasn’t sure how viable that would be;

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[These are misc snippets without context]

[…] That was around the point Emmet noticed something of unprecedented importance. Ingo caught onto the interruption right away, head tilted minutely and hands already lifting, no doubt to ask after him, but Emmet was already in motion.

He caught his twin by either side of the face. “You’re smiling!”

It was a tiny, shallow thing, barely more than a twitch of the lips, but it couldn’t be called anything less than a smile. [more about how that’s been a struggle/insecurity]

“You were never able to do that, before.” He explained, for Ingo’s benefit. When the grace period was winding down, he let go, “We thought it was muscular. Maybe neurological instead? Can head trauma fix facial paralysis?”

He was still watching as the faint smile dimmed into confusion, and then a true frown. Sensing he’d said something wrong, he cocked his head, trying to elicit a response, but Ingo just looked away. When it became clear that his brother had no intention of pursuing the matter, Emmet took it up instead; he reached over and took a hand, leading it to signing height, and asked, “Was it the information itself, or that you just learned about it again?”

Ingo looked at him for several seconds and shook his head. He didn’t make any move to say what he was thinking and, in fact, dropped his hand back to his side. His line of sight wandered slightly thereafter, unable to maintain the eye contact out of… what? Disappointment? Awkwardness?

This time, Emmet didn’t physically move his twin’s hand; he reached out and brushed his fingertips down the back of it. “Please [talk to] me. I want to understand.”

It was abundantly clear that the only reason Ingo looked up was to sign properly as he said, “You’re saying I’ve always had brain damage?”

For moment, Emmet regretted asking-- not because he didn’t want to hear, but because he didn’t know how to answer. To give a definitive yes would only make his brother feel like he’d deserved the mistreatment brought on by his disability, but to say no would imply that he was different now and wrong for it-- never mind the fact that there wasn’t a foolproof answer, just the hypothesis Emmet had carelessly thrown out there.

[...]

“’Nobori’,” He echoed, and there was a twitch of the cheek that suggested he’d pronounced it incorrectly, but he had nothing for that. “Why? Does it mean something?”

Ingo hesitated for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking to the side in a way that suggested Emmet wouldn’t like the answer, and that he was very well aware of that fact. He had the [gall/nerve] to shake his head, a blatant lie that earned him a look of flat disbelief.

His twin sighed and relented, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see a reaction as he signed, “Upside-down, for my [counterintuitive] instincts.”

Of course. Of course even the name he’d been saddled with was a reminder that he was wrong. A complete inability to communicate, an incompatible worldview and insufficient [instincts]. Dragons above, how had he survived it all? Not only the inhospitable landscape that he’d had no [reference] to [survive], but being reminded at every turn that he didn’t belong.

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In need of Refueling, Chapter 30 - Hanging Out

Summary: “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 4344

Ratings/Warnings: Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, panic attacks, abuse.

Notes: Red Son, MK, and Mei hang out together. Some self-actualizing is done.

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!

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“What is this ‘hanging out’” for?” Red Son asks.

It is in the evening after work at the noodle shop has ended. The sun has just started setting and the streetlights are starting to turn on. He was expecting to head back to the boathouse alone like any other night, but MK and Mei had stopped him before he left and suggested that they “hang out” together. The familiar tug of a strange emotion twitched in his chest, but he was unsure of how to react to the offer.

“Ya know, like, spending some time together?” Mei replies in a tone that sounds incredulous that she has to explain this.

“Yes, yes, but for what purpose? Training? Is there some other demon causing trouble in the city again that you need help destroying?”

“No, we were just gonna go out and have fun, and we thought we’d see if you wanted to join!” MK says happily, and unfazed at his questions.

“‘Have fun…? With me?” Red Son points to himself.

“Well yeah!” Mei says. “We figured that if you were gonna be part of our crew now, we should hang out together more! Haven’t you ever just done something, or spent time with people you like for the fun of it?”

Red Son starts tugging at the flame pendant on his hair tie, rubbing his thumb over the smooth metallic surface. “I’ve… trained… or built things, or planned evil schemes with my parents…” Red Son looks back. It’s not like scheming or building or training wasn’t enjoyable to Red Son. So that meant ‘fun’, right?

“No, like, for no other reason than because you wanted to,” Mei offers.

Red Son thinks hard. He supposes that’s what baking and cooking was. That was fun, right? But he was still new at that. Is that what a ‘hobby’ is? That’s what Sandy had said. Not for any specific purpose, just for personal enrichment and enjoyment. But ‘hanging out’ with ‘friends’ was different, right? He didn’t really do that. There weren’t many people for Red Son to do that with other than his parents. And even then, they didn’t really want to do anything together with him that didn't have a purpose at the end anyway. Did he ever have someone else to do that with? Other than maybe the errant demon that he partnered with for some scheme or plan. He isn’t sure. He starts sweating. How long was it since he said something? He should probably say something. What should he say?!

MK must have sensed his distress because he speaks up, “Wwwell, you can do that with us now? We kind of haven’t had much time to relax after all that happened with Spider Queen, and having to clean up the city and work at the shop. We deserve to kick back and enjoy ourselves. Refuel, you know?”

Red Son blinks. The wording MK uses reminds him of what Sandy said back when he was recovering at the boathouse about “just being” and “refueling”. Maybe that’s part of what he meant, too. Red Son still hasn’t given a reply.

MK hesitates, “If.. if you want to that is? Like, it’s cool if you don’t feel comfortable with hanging ou–”

“I want to!” Red Son blurts out, louder than intended. But he realized that he hadn’t actually responded, and had to say something! He coughs to hide his eagerness and says in a more controlled tone. “Yes, I mean, I would like to hang out.” He nods once to solidify his affirmation.

A look passes between MK and Mei and they share a smile.

“Well, come on then, Red Boy!” Mei says, looping an arm around Red Son’s own, and pulling him along with them; MK taking up Red Son’s other side, though being a bit more courteous of his personal space.

What follows is a trip through the city like Red Son has never had. With all of his and his family’s plans on taking it over, he realizes that he never actually experienced the city. As they walk around, he admires the lights of the various signs and shops around the city that had turned on since nightfall, bathing the pathways in a chaotic and vibrant neon. They skirt around various people and stalls, everyone moving about in a lively manner. Many noises and smells, both pleasant and not pleasant, float around the air. Red Son never realized how alive the city was at night. Most of his nights were spent alone in his workshop back home. MK and Mei smile back at him as he quietly observes everything, and before he can say anything, the Dragon Girl is dragging him into the closest mall.

They first went around some shops, trying on various clothes. MK and Mei start trying on various outfits, parading around like some fashion show. Some of their clothing choices are incredibly gaudy and silly, in Red Son’s opinion. Feather boas are wholly unnecessary. Some other clothes they try on are much more fashionable; MK putting on some smart-looking jackets, and Mei picking a variety of accessories to compliment her outfits. Somehow Red Son, too, is wrapped up in the fashion montage. Though impractical, Red Son would say the light-up clothing they insisted he tried on was nicely flashy. The suit and fancy, fire-patterned tie were much more respectable, but certainly not his style. What he ends up in is a sensible black turtleneck shirt with red lines crossing over it in a lava-like pattern, and a red jacket with a slightly less sensible amount of pockets and straps, and a large hood and collar. “Techwear” they called it. The outfit is comfortable and Red Son likes the colors, so he goes with it. He also manages to finally pick up some glasses to replace the old ones he cracked. At the check-out counter, an odd sense of pride fills his chest upon realizing that the outfit is the first thing he has bought for himself with the money he made at the noodle shop. He happily wears it out of the store, and he can’t help but admire the new style any time they pass by windows or other reflective surfaces; a swell of confidence filling in his chest every time.

Afterwards, MK and Mei take him to some places to eat. It is largely street food, much like the noodle stand that Red Son at one point attempted to run. They try a large amount of fried foods; Red Son picking out all the spiciest options he could. Though Red Son isn’t a fan of sweet foods, the other two absolutely insisted that he had some boba tea. He is hesitant at first, but they eventually decide on one that would go well with the spicier items Red Son had been eating. It was a mango tea with boba, reminding him of Sandy’s tea, but with a much more commercial and sweet punch. Red Son had to admit he liked the tapioca “bubbles” themselves; chewing on them absently as they wandered around the shops. He realizes that the chewing sensation had a similar grounding effect to playing with his new hair tie - both similarly satisfying physical sensations.

They then land at the arcade. Red Son is immediately enamored with the games they show him. There were games in there where you were allowed to hit things, or use controllers to hit things within the little game world. What fire demon wouldn’t love the prospect of destroying everything in his path, virtual or otherwise? The three of them go around playing various games, either taking turns at certain machines, or competing with each other at others. While Red Son had slowly started growing to his usual loud and boisterous self throughout the night, it is here that his usual volume maxed out, as he yelled and laughed at the variety of electronic entertainment. At a point, his maniacal cackling got perhaps a bit too loud, and some others took issue with that, and a group of players at the arcade started yelling at him. Somehow Mei managed to yell at them even louder.

“It’s an arcade! Everything is loud in here! Let my friend enjoy the games he likes in the way he likes!” She stomps in front of Red Son and sticks her face in the face of one of the others.

One side of Red Son enjoys the chaos of the Dragon Girl - her fire easily matches his own. The other part of him attempts to hide a blush at the positive reinforcement and being called a “friend”.

MK, much more calmly, tries to convince Mei to let it go and for all of them to leave, saying that he has video games at home.

Mei huffs out a “fine” and they exit the arcade.

As they leave, Red Son can’t help but feel his heart sink slightly. “Well, I suppose, that means the night is over. I enjoyed ‘hanging out’”

“You’re leaving? I was serious about having video games at home…?” MK says, confused.

“Yeah, don’t you wanna come?” Mei says.

Red Son blinks, “Well, yes, but, it’s late and I don’t live where you live…?” Red Son answers just as confused.

“I mean, you could just sleep over? Mei does it all the time.” MK says with a shrug.

Mei nods in agreement, and says, “Yeah, and we’re closer to MK’s place than Sandy’s or mine, so it’d just make sense!”

“I.. can?” he realizes that this must also be a part of “hanging out” that he missed. “Sleepovers” were a thing, right? But another thought crosses his mind. Yes, it had been a fun day, but this was a bit more… intimate than he’d thought. He was surprised the two of them were comfortable with “sleeping with the enemy”, even if the “enemy” part was former, he wasn’t sure. “Are… are you sure that’s okay?” Red Son asks, earnestly.

The two of them smile. MK nods, “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve got some extra pillows and blankets, if you wanna use them.”

“Then, yes!” Red Son’s smile turns to something more manic. “And I call first dibs on the games.”

“Aww man!” Mei grumbles.

“I’ve got some multi-player stuff, but sure, as long as you don’t try to burn down my consoles if you lose, like you almost did with that one arcade game,” MK chuckles.

“Who says I’ll lose, Noodle Boy?”

They banter a bit until they get back to MK’s place. They pick up some snacks at a convenience store along the way. The extra snacks and sugary drinks end up keeping them up and playing games late into the night. Red Son successfully does not burn down MK’s consoles, but doesn’t successfully win every time. Still they all have a lot of fun, cycling through various fighting and racing games.

It technically turns into the next day when things start to quiet down, and MK puts in some “Adventures of Monkey King” videos. Red Son is not very interested in it, but he feels a strange sense of calm, and leans back amongst the pillows and blankets they’ve all pushed into a pile to lean on. He throws a couple of super spicy chips in his mouth and crunches contentedly as the show drones on, letting the sappy dialogue pass over him. Red Son smirks softly at MK. He looks so enamored at the show, even though this must be the millionth time he’s seen it if the info-dumps he gives about it while working at the shop are of any indication. Mei leans back on the pillow pile next to Red Son. She squirms a bit as if trying and failing to get comfortable. Suddenly she is very close to Red Son and leans her face towards him giving him an odd look.

“What is it?” Red Son asks. Dragon Girl is not very good at giving him personal space. Though he supposes he’s become somewhat used to that.

“You’re very warm!” she says.

Red Son’s hair flickers and he grabs at his braid to prevent further flames. “W-what?”

“I mean like literally.” She puts her hands up towards him as if warming her hands over a fire. “You’re like, unnaturally warm!”

“Well, I am a fire demon!” Red Son says, matter of factly. “What did you expect?”

“I dunno, but that’s kind of neat!” She plops down next to him, as if basking in his natural warmth.

Red Son becomes somewhat stiff. He’s not used to this. Any of this really. It’s a little much. But not completely unpleasant. Sandy was the first one in a while to show him that one could find comfort in friendly pats and hugs. But he normally asked first. Red Son is not used to having someone just so open with hugs. He’s seen Mei and MK hanging off each other, so casual and relaxed in their friendly affection. It made Red Son confused. But also wishing that he knew what that was like. Now that he is presented with it, he isn’t sure how to react.

“Is that all right?” MK asks.

Red Son snaps out of his thoughts and finally notices that MK has stopped watching the show and is now looking at him. When he doesn’t respond, MK switches his attention to the Dragon Girl. “Mei, you can’t just tell someone they’re warm and then lean on them like that without asking. Personal space, remember?”

“Oh, right, haha! Sorry, Red. I just thought it was kinda cool!” She quickly leaves some space between the two of them.

Red Son is surprised to find that the sudden loss of contact hurts more for some reason, and he stiffens further. There’s an unexpected tightness in his chest. The feeling of relaxation is lost completely.

“Are.. are you okay, Red Son? I’m sorry, that wasn’t cool of me.” Mei says.

Red Son speaks in a jittery way, “No- ah, I mean. It’s okay. You can.. You can lean on me if you want to. I just… “ He squirms a little. He doesn’t really know what to say, but he also doesn’t want to make things more awkward than they are. His eyes flicker around the room, and finally land on MK, in what he’s sure is a deer-in-the-headlights sort of expression.

MK’s furrowed brows quickly bounce up in a look of understanding. “Red Son,” he says, firmly getting his attention. “Is it okay if I come closer?” MK asks.

Red Son slowly nods.

“Ok, cool.”

MK sits next to him, but at a healthier distance than earlier, and he continues to sit like that while watching the show. Mei follows suit on his other side - close, but not as close as earlier. Half an episode of the show later, MK shifts a bit and casually points to a pillow directly next to Red Son. “I’m going to move over here now, okay?”

At this point Red Son had gotten so used to them at their current distance, it doesn’t seem as terribly close as before. Red Son nods. He also gestures to Mei on his other side to show she can also move closer if she wants to. They continue watching the show.

The next episode starts and after MK is done mouthing the words to the opening sequence as usual, he calmly asks Red Son, like asking the weather, “You’re okay with us leaning on you? Or hugging you?”

Both of them were already within leaning distance, anyway. And Red Son finds that them being so close is nice, and it feels more natural. He thinks for a moment, and finds that he would like that. “Yes.”

“Okay,” MK says.

He doesn’t right away, but as the show goes on, slowly both he and Mei get closer to Red Son until they’re in what the Dragon Girl calls a “cuddle pile”. The relaxed feeling from earlier is much more pronounced now. He never thought he’d feel this safe around other people, but safe and content is what he is feeling. The other two also have obvious looks of contentment on their face. It’s late and all of them are feeling very drowsy.

“Mei was right, you are really warm,” MK says lazily.

“Must be nice being a fire demon - you never get cold,” Mei says.

Red Son hums sleepily. The TV is basically white noise at this point, and the warmth from his two friends feels like a blanket has been wrapped around him. His eyes start feeling heavy and the moments of his eyes blinking closed become longer. The room starts feeling darker, and the weight of tiredness, heavier. He quietly murmurs a response to Mei, “Yeah, fire demons are warm all the time…”

He is cold.

He is kneeling on the ground, hugging himself and trying to stay warm.

Blue embers glow around him, half-heartedly making an effort to become flame.

A shiver runs up his spine and he hears heavy hooves stomp towards him.

The embers spark slightly, but instead of glowing brighter, they are pulled towards a large, horned figure standing across from Red Son, until all light from them is lost and they are no more than black coals.

Red Son, too, feels a tug from himself towards the figure. Any remaining heat he has left is siphoned away, and with it, any sense of himself. The pull becomes stronger and his own form begins to waver like a dying flame. Just like the embers, his form flickers and then disappears, having been completely absorbed by his father.

He wakes up shivering. He can’t tell if it’s his trembling form or his friends calling his name that finally brings him to consciousness. It’s dark in the room except for the glow of the television, its light bouncing fuzzily off of the concerned faces of his companions. Mei has one hand on gripping tightly to her chest, and the other rubbing up and down Red Son’s shoulder as if trying to warm him.

“...I don’t know what happened, something felt wrong, and then he got really cold!” Her eyes flicker back and forth to MK, looking to him for answers.

Red Son shakily shifts his face to the Noodle Boy. There is a slight resistance as he realizes that MK is holding his head; one hand cushioning the back of his head and the other cupping his cheek. He feels the warmth coming from MK’s hand on his face, but can’t figure out why he, himself, feels cold.

Noticing that Red Son’s gaze finally meets his own, MK grips his face slightly more firmly to maintain eye contact.

“Red Son, can you hear me?”

Red Son’s chattering teeth prevent him from speaking, but he nods as best he can in MK’s hold.

“Okay, what’s wrong? Can you create fire or something to make yourself warm?”

Warm. Warm? Right. FIre is warm. What is wrong with him? He can’t have lost his powers again.

“Try taking some deep breaths or something if you can,” MK encourages.

Red Son nods again, remembering Sandy’s breathing exercises, and pulls in some deep breaths. The first few are shaky, but they slowly become smooth, and with each breath he feels warmer. Red Son shifts his hands out in front of him. Both MK and Mei give him some room, but maintain a hold on the back of his head and shoulder.

He reaches out with his powers. He can feel the warmth between his companions, and in the room itself. He can still feel some fire within himself as well. He takes some more deep breaths, and it feels like the fire is flowing through his body more freely. He brings his hands to his mouth and then breathes on them, as if warming cold hands on a winter morning. Small puffs of fire flow out of his mouth and billow around his hands, bathing himself and the others in a warm light. The action brings pulses of heat back to his body. He takes one last deep breath, pulling in any remaining flames and his shivering stops completely. He settles down and looks up at the other two.

“Thanks,” he says tiredly.

A look of relief washes over MK’s features, and his form visibly relaxes. Mei, on the other hand, is still looking around wildly. “What the heck was that?!” she exclaims, but thankfully keeps her voice just below a yell.

Red Son fingers the braid in his hair. “I had a nightmare,” he said flatly, a bit too tired to give a more emotive reaction.

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” MK says quietly.

“I thought you said you’re always warm! What kind of nightmare just stops your powers?!” Mei says, less quietly.

Red Son looks down at his hair tie, pensively. “I- it was a dream about… when I lost my powers, I think… Maybe-” he again feels the smooth surface of the hair tie and thinks about Sandy’s meditation lessons regarding his powers and emotions- “Maybe it caused my powers to just react to how I was feeling.”

“I guess that makes sense,” MK nods thoughtfully, before looking back at the fire demon with concern. “Was that what it was like? Were you cold that entire time?”

Red Son nods solemnly.

“Oh right, you didn’t have your powers, for like, months, huh? That must’ve sucked.” Mei says.

“Yeah, it did,” Red Son says matter of factly. “But I suppose I deserved it after stupidly giving my father the Samadhi Fire.”

MK’s brows knit together. Red Son hopes that bringing up The Fire didn’t distress him. “He had the Samadhi Fire, though. What happened to the rest of your powers?” A sudden look of horror crosses his face. “Wait! That wasn’t my fault was it? I put out The Fire, but I didn’t mean to, like, put out all of the fire.”

Red Son quickly shakes his head. “No, it wasn’t you. It was my father. When I gave him the Fire of Samadhi, he… accidentally took all of my powers.”

“Well, that was pretty awful of him!” Mei says, crossing her arms in indignation.

A different kind of horror graces MK’s face. “Then how… how did you get so injured after that…?” As he turns his gaze on Red Son, his features harden into something very serious. For some reason Red Son looks away.

He shrugs and says, “That was my father, too. He, uhm…” Red Son looks off to nothing in particular, the painful memory churning back up. “The fire was too much for him, I think, so he.. didn’t stop when he absorbed all of it, and took my fire with it. And then he… attacked me… He wasn’t pleased… I mean… it was kind of my fault, I didn’t think that the fire would overwhelm him, and I… uhm–.” There is an unexpected break in his voice, and his mouth flaps a bit unsure of what to say next. He feels a gentle squeeze on his left arm and right hand. He looks to see MK and Mei holding on to him and looking at him nervously. His eyes glisten dangerously, so he moves his arms, releasing their hold and rubs at his face. He’s tired. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that day up…”

“That wasn’t your fault, Red Son!” MK says. “You didn’t deserve that!”

“What?” Red Son looks at MK suddenly. He shakes his head sternly, denying the statement altogether. “N-no I very much made some stupid decisions regarding the Monkey King and the True Fire of Samadhi, and I attacked you - that was definitely my fault.”

“No! I mean about your dad!”

Mei pipes up in agreement, “Yeah, what your dad did to you is not cool! Like, isn’t that what he wanted all along? To defeat the Monkey King! You do that and he not only steals your powers, but... attacks you, too?! That’s messed up!”

“Well, I offered the Samadhi Fire to him. It wasn’t his fault he went nuts. As a fire demon, I should’ve known better–”

“As your dad, he should’ve known better! He should’ve done better! It’s not your fault that he hurt you!” MK says adamantly, a fierce glint in his eyes as he looks at Red Son, determined to make him understand.

And something in what he says clicks, causing his mind to reel and his heart to beat soundly. Throughout his healing process, and the process of making things up to the Monkey King, MK, and his friends, he knew that there were parts of this whole mess that were his fault. That he had to make amends for. And that was good and important. But suddenly he realizes why his relationship with Sandy felt like the father-son relationship he had wanted with the Demon Bull King. Suddenly he realizes why he felt longing while observing the friendship that the Noodle Boy and his companions have. Suddenly he realizes that what he had with his family was not normal. It wasn’t. Wasn’t it? It took Mei and MK saying it outright, in such a clear way. Yes, he thought something was wrong, but it was like there was something obscuring that idea from actually falling into place. And it finally does. Right then and there. Like a puzzle piece finally finding a fit. And it impacts him in a way he didn’t think it would.

Tears start pouring down his face. And for once it is without loud sobs or complaining or theatrics. He looks up at his friends, searching their faces, though he doesn’t know what for. It’s quiet in the room, as the tears fall unbidden. MK and Mei hug him gently, which causes the tears to increase into large, wet, cathartic globs. He welcomes the hug and lets the tears flow.

Eventually, he falls asleep in the warm and safe embrace of his friends, and is unbothered by dreams as they sleep late into the morning.

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#lmk #lego monkie kid #red son #lmk red son #lmk mei #mk #mei #fanfic #fanfiction #lmk fanfiction #in need of refueling #nightmares #my writing #jadethest0ne

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bbyboybucket · 2 years

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Hey! I have a request, could you write something avengers x reader or a specific avenger like Tony, Steve, or Bucky finding out reader has tattoos? Like a lot, but the reader has been hiding them with long sleeves and pants. Thank you!

I’m sorry that this is just a blurb, I had trouble thinking of what to write because I personally don’t have very many tattoos. I feel kinda iffy about this but I hope it’s okay!

Tattoos

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language, reader is described with many tattoos, a few specific tattoos are listed but they’re generic, cuddling?

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In the few months you’d been an avenger, you’d managed to find a good friend in Bucky. It wasn’t something you expected, not with his seemingly aloof and cold exterior. However, you soon learned he was a shy softie and had a lot of wonderful traits hidden behind his grouchy stares.

The more you discovered about his pretty soul, the more you found yourself falling for him. You spiraled with every moment spent in his presence until you were head over heals. You’d been completely unaware that he felt the exact same way until he caught you alone after a mission, and timidly asked you on a date.

A date which to no surprise went well, went perfectly matter of fact. So much so that the brunette ended up in your apartment afterwards. He waited out side your bedroom door, resting on your couch as you slipped into more comfortable (and admittedly more cheeky) attire, which was a tank top and shorts.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror of your vanity, body decorated in several tattoos that reached from your wrist all the way up to your collar bone, but were also scattered on your thighs and calves. You then realized that the man in your living room had never seen the art canvas your body had become. It wracked your nerves a bit, made you hesitant to step back out.

You decided it was silly to be nervous, you loved your tattoos and how they beautifully expressed who you were. If Bucky didn’t like it, then fuck him. But you highly doubted that would be the case, you knew his heart and he wasn’t one to judge people so negatively.

You slipped out of your room and back into Bucky’s line of sight, then settled down comfortably against his bicep. His face twisted into one of shock and awe, a twinkle of curiosity in his eye.

“I never knew you-“ He began to whisper.

“Had so many tattoos? Yeah, surprise.” You giggled softly with a shrug.

“Wow.” Bucky said softly, looking at all the markings on your arm. Then his face twisted again as he made eye contact. “They’re…amazing. How come I’ve known you all this time and haven’t seen em?” He questioned while putting his arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Dunno.” You answered honestly as your head fell against his sternum and non-marked arm wrapped around his back. “Guess because it’s work? So I have to look semi professional when I show up. That and my suit wouldn’t be very functional if it had short sleeves.”

“Makes sense.” He agreed quietly while he began to trace individual tattoos, letting the pads of his fingers dance across each one curiously.

“Did they hurt?” He asked.

“Not really, not most anyways.”

Bucky’s finger tip stopped on a flower near your wrist. “When did you get this one?”

“My 18th birthday.”

He trailed his hand up to your inner elbow. “What about this butterfly?”

“Summer, when I was 20.”

Bucky hummed in response and let his eyes flicker up your arm to another one sitting atop your shoulder. “This one’s my favorite, it’s cool.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, starting to get flustered. Then you became a bit curious yourself. “You ever think about getting one?”

“Yeah. Might eventually.” He shrugged.

“Well, let me know and maybe we can go get one together.” You suggested.

“It’s a date.”

#requests #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #blurbs #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #asks #bucky barnes x y/n

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viky2318 · 8 months

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Reminder for myself and any content creator: when you start taking the rythm and (almost) post regularly DON'T SAY IT OUT LOUD. you'll get punched by lazyness and procrastination in 0.002 seconds and you'll take a month for something that needs less than a week. with this said, HAVE A SPIDER.

This wasn't what Muffet expected or hoped for. She had been so close to finding Sam, and now that she was ready to deal with them… they were either gone or coming by themselves. She didn't want the others to have to deal with them. She couldn’t risk it. She quickly grabbed Grillby by the arm-

Or at least she tried. He wasn’t there anymore, and neither was Maddy. Even Flowey was gone without her noticing it. Suddenly she felt something pulling her upwards, and she found herself thrown in the white infinite sky. Her strings were all gone, so she had nothing to hold on to. Her “going up” became a “falling down”, as if gravity inverted direction, and she soon fell hard on a huge field. Somehow (miraculously) her bones were intact and she had no bruises or wounds, but her back hurted a bit. She slowly got up, wary of her surroundings. The sky was now of a normal cyan, there was a sun slowly moving in it, and she was surrounded by trees on one side and a huge mountain on the other.

“Sorry for the initial mess, I was experimenting a bit”, a well-known voice explained. Muffet turned to face Sam, throwing at them a magic string and trapping them. The human gave her a friendly look, raising then a brow. “Seriously? I still didn’t do anything”, they commented, making the strings disappear as if nothing. “Where are we?” Muffet asked, keeping her eyes on the human as if they could disappear any moment. They smiled quietly, apparently not minding her almost hostile stare. “This is the Void. not the old man’s Void, of course. It’s surprising how easily it can be shaped at will, right? I’m having so much fun messing around with this place’s codes. It’s like modeling fresh clay. So simple and interesting”, they explained cheerfully. “Where are the others?” the spider asked without hesitation. The human shrugged. “They’re fine, you shouldn’t worry”, they shortly replied. Their simplicity made Muffet only more wary. “I feel like I shouldn’t trust you, you know?” she commented, frowning a bit. Sam looked at Muffet in silence for a moment, then sighed quietly. “... yeah, I never gave you a good reason to trust me…” they admitted. The two remained silent for a moment, a slightly awkward tension in the air. Sam broke the silence, tilting their head on a side. “... sooooo… aren’t you gonna ask why you are here? You know, just for conversation”. “You either want me to get out of your way or to join your murderspree again, and both are things I’m not planning to do”, Muffet shortly replied. Sam smiled more widely. “Ah yes, that’s why I like you, buddy. You’re a smart girl” they commented, taking a step towards the spider. “Anyway, it’s the second one. You’re a professional murderer, quick and merciless but not too aggressive. You can perfectly work alone, without risking other people's lives. The most efficient of the three, in my opinion”. Something tingled in Muffet’s mind at their words. “And what would happen to Maddy and Grillby if I accepted? Would they get discarded? Abandoned in the multiverse without a place to stay? Or would you directly kill them?” she asked with a stern look. The human’s eyes widened a bit in concern, but his smile remained. “What? You really think I would do something like that? I’m not such a soulless being. After all, you wouldn’t even think to come with me if I did”. The spider couldn’t help not trusting them. “What about Flowey? Where is he?”, she asked. At this question, you could clearly see Sam’s smile dropping a bit, his face morphing into a more annoyed one. They clearly didn’t have a good relationship with the flower… “he’s fine. For now. I still have to speak with him, but I'll do it right after I finish with you”. Muffet took notice of the human’s evident hostility against the flower, but decided to not say anything about it for now. Something felt clearly off. There was something in the back of her mind yelling at her that she had no control over the situation, that no matter what the human will do what they wanted without giving weight to her words or actions. Maybe Grillby and Raehel really were right, maybe she really couldn’t do what the smiling man asked her… But she wanted to give it a shot. Just because she could. If needed she could always kill him, right?

“I’m not going to kill people for you again. It’s unuseful and you know it”, she stated. Sam’s annoyed expression didn’t change. They probably expected such an answer.

“It’s not unuseful, it will only take time. Also, the murder part is just one of the many things that we can do to change the multiverse. With my abilities I could learn to change the universes themselves one by one, and for the better. We’ll eliminate only what is rotten by the root, and the rest will develop in a more joyful way!” Sam explained patiently. But Muffet didn’t like how it all sounded.

“... let me guess. You will decide what to change and how to change it. You will decide what is rotten. You will decide how the worlds will develop. You know, it sounds a bit like a dictatorship or something on the line. You can’t control all the hundreds of timelines of all the universes. You should be always everywhere, and you aren’t Core Frisk. And by the way, not even they can always intervene everywhere”, the spider replied. But Sam didn’t seem to fully listen to her.

“That’s why I said it will take time. I can’t be everywhere, so we’ll have to work on all this bit by bit. It will take a while, maybe a few decades. And for the “dictatorship” part- don’t see it like that. Of course it sounds bad if you picture it as something bad. I don’t want to be a ruler or anything like that. We’ll do what is necessary, and when the situation becomes stable we will leave it as it is. You could find home in a quiet timeline and forget about everything! Wouldn’t it be nice?”. Muffet remained silent for a moment. Sam sounded a bit like some mindless idiot. Were they even thinking about their words?

"... You really think that in the end this all will "stabilize" and keep going the way you decided? Sam, think about it. It all started nice, with those lovely worlds where the important thing was making everyone happy. Underswap, Underfell, Outertale… they were all like that. You know it better than I do. Then, the creators started to create sad stories. It's something normal, that probably was impossible to prevent. Even if you miraculously succeed, and everything actually goes as you said, and for some godforsaken reason everyone is happy, one day the creators will again create pain. You can't avoid it. You will work your whole life on something impossible that you'll never reach, and when you'll die it will all be for nothing". Something in the human's expression changed a bit the more they thought about her words, some sort of bad aura around them. Or were they just getting tired of discussing? After a moment, Sam spoke again.

“... I see. I'd rather avoid using this card, but you really don't seem to listen to me. Remember I said Maddy and Grillby were fine? You were right. I lied. They aren’t. One is trapped in an empty timeline and the other one is dead. But… I can bring them all back. I can erase their memories and send them back to their timeline, perfectly unhinged and happy with their old families. I’ll even spare the flower, if you really want. Only if you help me finish what we started, of course.”

“The choice is yours”.

DO NOT TRUST TH- ...

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#undertale #ut #utau #utmv #sam the human #muffet #ut muffet #grillby #ut grillby #maddy #mad mew mew #ut mad mew mew #i took soooooooo much time for a normal sized chapter.#i wanna stab several times my table #because it has the ability to be used to leave things on it #like that goddamn crochet work i started a hundred years ago and that suddenly was visible #or that bunch of pencils that remained there to dust for almost two months and then suddenly were in my hands #i need to make myself a timetable or something like that #anyway- WE'RE ALMOST AT THE END BUCKOS #we have next chapter with Flowey and then two or three maybe #soon we'll say goodbye to my lil' gray baby #my dumb dumb chicken #it had been almost an year #will i finish this thing before christmas???#so sad #oh no wait if Procrastination hits me again i could end up finishing it later #let's hope for the better #ok now bye #another story

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bloodasmetaphor · 3 months

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Edge of the World ( Pt. I)

Trigger warnings: idk blood and stuff

Jensen Levesque stumbled back into town after nine days of being gone, and the news spread like wildfire. The deputies that came to assist him were astonished, not quite sure how to approach the situation. He was obviously in pain, lurching along as he was, but they knew what his cure for pain was and it made them hesitate. Despite their instincts screaming at them to run, they knew their duty. They came to his aid, biting back questions, setting their jaws, and offering their wrists.

Jensen grabbed onto one, and the deputy flinched. But no bite came, only a low, scraping voice, like coffin nails on wood. “Toren?”

His green eyes flashed sharply, and the deputy turned white. He did not want to be the one to tell the vampire that his lover was dead. Him and four other people. He didn’t have to, in the end. Jensen plucked the thought out of his mind before he had the chance to say anything, and he abruptly dropped the deputies wrist.

By this time a small crowd had formed. No one had expected him back. Last they had seen of him was Adam dragging his unconscious body out the front gates. Someone had beaten their monster. But now here he was, back from certain death, and looking like at least that much should be true. He swore quietly. Then loudly.

“What happened?” He demanded.

The deputy blinked. “You don’t remember? We let in an old friend of yours. At least you said he was.”

“Who?”

“Adam. You said you knew him.”

Jensen grit his teeth. Oh. Of course. He had fucked up, big time. Talia appeared amongst the crowd, shouldering her way to the front. She was a middle aged woman with an air of dignity about her, the head of council, and one of Jensen’s oldest friends. She paused when she saw him, eyes wide, and hurried to greet him. “We thought you were dead.” She spoke what everyone was thinking.

Jensen didn’t reply, looking a thousand years away. She chose her next words like surgical instruments. “Go and see the nurse. Then we should talk.”

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Jensen did as Talia asked. He could very well have taken the deputy up on his offered wrist — it would have at least made walking less painful. But instead he ambled slowly through town, taking his time, hoping the crowd would disperse.

The nurse was one of the few residents to get a house all to herself. It doubled as an office and operating room; work downstairs, home upstairs. When he fell against the door, pushing it open, a brass bell above it rang.

The nurse — Wendy — looked up from her work, eyebrows raised. “Well, well. I almost didn’t believe them.”

Jensen stood in the doorway, feeling every ache, every cut, scrape, broken bone, converge on his brain as one sensation: hunger.

Wendy stood up. “You don’t look so good, Levesque.”

Jensen’s voice came out tattered. “Don’t feel it either, doc.”

Sympathy crept into her eyes and she waved him further inside. “Jesus, are those bullet holes? Sit on the table.”

He did as he was asked, clenching his fists tightly. Wendy immediately got to work examining him for slugs, or any other souvenirs that had been left behind. Jensen knew they had to be removed before healing, but he found himself impatient with the process. He reminded himself how much worse it would be to have to dig them out later, and grimaced through the removal of a third bullet.

“He really filled you with lead, huh?” She examined the bullet between her prongs. “Or, silver?”

“Wendy—“ Jensen began, and she gestured to shush him.

“I know, I know. Sit tight.” She dropped the bullet into a pan and disappeared into another part of the house. When she returned she was carrying three makeshift bags of blood. Makeshift, because they were really gallon bags tightly-sealed with duct tape. She carried them to her patient, setting them on the bed beside him. “Wait ‘till I’m out of the room, if you please.” She said, not without a little bite.

Jensen preferred the privacy anyway. He didn’t care for anyone seeing him drink the blood of the living, but it was even worse with these bags. There was just no way to get into it gracefully. You had to go in with no fear, no hesitation; you couldn’t be afraid of making a mess, because you most certainly would.

He went through the three bags in quick succession, coming back to life a little with each. Wounds closed, strength flowed back into his limbs, and color dipped back into the world. He felt almost normal by the time the last bag crumpled. He wiped his mouth on his tattered shirt and left the house.

#original writing #writing #writeblr #original character #vampire nonsense #vampire fiction #apocalypse fiction #post apocalyptic #fiction #fantasy #dark fantasy #vampires and the apocalypse #edge of the world

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 3 months

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*Warning Adult Content*

FORGIVE AND FORGET - Chapter 28

Ahote

I gave it a few days before I decided I was ready to talk to Aponi.

Even when I decided on today, I had been hesitant around her all morning.

Making excuses to myself like... 'there are too many people around' and... 'she looks busy.'

In the late afternoon when I decided to go out for some fresh air, I spotted her in the garden picking bell peppers and pulling out weeds.

Before I could walk away, she stood up, wiping her hands on her work apron before looking over at me.

"I'm done," she said in a matter of fact tone.

I licked my lips, looking from the basket of bell peppers to the neat pile of weeds that had formed at the side.

She was alone and my brain couldn't come up with a justified excuse to ignore her.

"I wanted to talk to you," I got out after staring at her for the Goddess know how long...

"Alek told me what you said."

I watched as her eyes softened as she pushed back the braid of hair in front of her face.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered in a low tone, so low the sound of children laughing in the distance could have caught it if I hadn't been watching her mouth.

"I'm sorry," she repeated more firmly this time as she started to walk towards me.

I was standing by the stairs that lead to the back entrance to the kitchen.

"I intervened because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought you were playing house with Alek because you missed Honon. I'm sorry," she said, stopping right in front of me.

"I shouldn't have acted like I knew what you wanted more than you did," she said.

"Forgive me?" her words came out like a question.

She reached out her hand, staring down at mine as if begging me to hold hers.

I licked my lips, nodding before I reached out to grasp her hand.

The hand I had held on to since my mother died.

The hand of the person that had mothered me since then even though she was only six years older.

Aponi had done a lot for me.

I couldn't sacrifice her because of her mistake.

"Remember when my mother died and I would cry all day and Lapu never shed a tear?" I asked,and she nodded.

The Goddess bless my brother but he didn't have a delicate bone in his body.

I had been too young to remember father passing but I had an understanding of death when my mother left and it crushed me.

"Do you remember how I would cry at my Father's door and he wouldn't open and then I'd come to you and we would cry together?" I asked and a small smile formed on Aponi's face as she nodded.

"You didn't really know my Mum but you cried with me anyway. Thank you," I muttered in a low voice as Aponi moved to pull me into a hug.

We stayed like that, holding each other and swaying from side to side under the shade of the iron sheet roof.

"I wanted to take care of you," she muttered, cutting me off as she squeezed my shirt from behind.

"You didn't talk to anyone else much and I was scared..." she muttered.

"I was so happy when you figured out who your mate was but the joy didn't last after what Honon did. I couldn't just leave you by yourself..." she went on, choking a bit on her words.

"Yes, your brother was there to protect you but he's not an Omega. He doesn't know how any of that feels and I couldn't expect Kaya to take care of you then. Too young," she went on and all I could do was let out a hum in agreement.

I nodded into her shoulder, tightening the hug.

I was glad she had made that decision all those years ago.

Things were terrible then but they had been less terrible with her and Kaya by my side.

Aponi pulled away from me suddenly.

She had me at arm's length as she looked down at my stomach.

"I felt the baby move," she muttered before focusing her gaze on me.

Her dark eyes piercing mine.

"The cub's been moving for a while now," I told her, watching as glint danced in her eyes.

"Can I...?"

"Yes," I said before Aponi could finish her question.

She reached out to feel my stomach, smiling at the cub pawed around.

"So energetic," she muttered, giggling a little.

She was excited.

"Catori if it's a girl. Achak if it's a boy, yes?"

I smiled at that, nodding.

I hadn't thought of names yet but the ones Aponi proposed were beautiful... both meaning spirit and she probably picked them because of how lively the cubs were.

"We should probably give the baby a Siberian name as well?" I spoke up, thinking about Alek.

Sure, he was integrating into my pack and living with me but at the end of the day, the baby was still part him... still part Siberian.

"That sounds like a lovely idea," Aponi muttered.

"Can I pray?" she asked looking straight at me.

I nodded, watching as she started saying prayers softly under her breath as she drew invisible lines on my stomach through my shirt.

She prayed for a smooth pregnancy.

She prayed that things went well with Alek and that we had a fulfilling family together.

"There," she muttered when she was done, grinning at me.

"Speaking of Siberian wolves, do you think we'll ever get to meet any of Alek's relatives?" Aponi asked, making me think for a bit.

"I'm not sure," I ended up saying and Aponi sighed.

"Well, it doesn't matter if they come or if they don't. It won't change much," she said and I gave her a small smile.

She meant well but now that I thought about it, I really wanted them to come.

Alek didn't talk about home much but when he did, I saw a glint in his eyes that was hard to interpret any other way but homesickness.

He loved it here but it made sense that he was homesick.

He hadn't been home in over five years.

"I'll talk to Alek about it," I said when Aponi pulled away from me.

"It's worth a shot," she said as she walked back into the sun to pick up the basket of peppers she had picked in the garden.

I watched her go about her business for a bit, before deciding to head back into the pack house to find Alek.

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sugarylawliet · 3 years

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no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk.

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted.

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort.

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it.

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh.

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all.

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds.

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away.

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh.

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines.

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly.

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception.

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach.

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you.

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him.

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face.

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛ hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

#i did not proof read this lol sorry for mistakes #Light Yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami smut #toxic! light yagami #death note #death note smut #anime #death note x reader

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LETS PLAY A GAME| JJ Maybank

warning: lose of virginity, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

Being apart of the pogues was something Y/N had always enjoyed. Weather that was fishing with Pope, saving turtles with Kie, swinging in a hammock with John B, or goofing off with JJ, she’d always loved it. They were her heart, her lifeline at this point. Nothing could break them up, and there had been zero secrets among them. With that law in motion, the four knew every single person JJ would sleep with and how great it had been. By now, it was something they’d all been use to and didn’t bother scolding him for it. That being said, sex life out there and all, they all also knew Y/N was a virgin.

She was beautiful, truly one of the most stunning girls to walk the face of the earth. And it wasn’t like she didn’t have opportunity, because she had plenty of people throwing themselves in her direction everyday. But with the rule of no Kook and Pogue macking along with no Pogue and Pogue macking, all she ever had was the tourons. And maybe it made her clique and a prude, but Y/N didn’t want to loose her virginity to someone she barely knew and she’d never see again. Plus, with it being her first time, she wanted it to be with someone that would listen and understand her anxiety and wants.

The Pogue knew that, they always had. But now, with the summer here and so much tension built up, Y/N was tired of waiting around for a partner to come along. She was horny and wanted to have sex so badly, wanted to crave the thirst of it more then anything. The idea struck her in a dream actually, one that woke her up whimpering and arching her back. JJ’s hands pressed into her hip bones as his head was between her legs in this dream, waking not only her but also a sudden need and want for the boy.

Y/N always did find JJ so beautiful, even when he’d annoy her to no end and never keep his mouth shut. She loved JJ though, he’d been one of her closest friends and she’d walk through fire for him if he ever needed her too. It’s why Y/N strayed away from the idea so long, scared of what it might do to their friendship. He’d often times stay at her house to get away from his own father, and Y/N enjoyed the company with her own lack of partners around. Tonight has been one of those night, and the perfect opportunity for a face mask.

“Soft?” Y/N asked after JJ whipped his face clean of the mask, rubbing her hands over the transformed skin, “Isn’t this fun?”

“Soft and smooth.” he gave a accent with his words, running his hand on his face before looking at her, “Let me feel yours.”

Y/N leaned over and let him feel her face, shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch more. JJ grinned at the affection before pulling his hands back, causing her head to jerk up again, “Softer then mine.”

“Good genes.” Y/N gave a shrug, earning a grin, “Hey, JJ?”

“Hey, Y/N.” he mocked her.

“You know you’re my best friend and i’d never do anything to jeopardize our friendship and you mean the world to me, right?” she asked him with a raise of her eyebrows, legs moving around in her criss crosses position.

“Oh god, what did you do?” he asked her with alarming eyes. Y/N cracked a grin as he drummed on her knees slightly, “Duh, I know. Where is this coming from?”

Y/N hesitated, “I have a game.”

“A game?” the blonde rose one eyebrow, “Do tell.”

“Give me your full consent to touch you very inappropriately first.” Y/N said quickly before she could sike herself out.

JJ’s eyes widened, “Consent granted, go on.”

Y/N flashes a nerves smile as her face reddened, raising her hands to place on the side of his face before letting go, “You just mimic my actions.”

JJ did as he was told, placing his hands on the side of her face before letting go as well, “Now what?”

“Now it’s your turn and I mimic your actions.” Y/N nodded her head, seeing a flash of shyness in his eyes as his hands places on her shoulders and ran down her arms. Y/N did the same when he was done, “Now your turn?”

Y/N nodded her head as she hesitated put placed her hands on his chest, running his collarbones before dragging her hands gently down to his belly. JJ watched her with hooded eyes, catching them as she finished. He questioned her through his gaze, earning a nod as an okay. JJ tried not to grin as she moved her hair back, his hands placing on her collar bones with the similar rub before running his hands down her swelling breast. Y/N sucked in a breath when he passed her nipples, pushing closer before his hands were off of her suddenly. She met his eye as her voice came through as a whisper, “Your turn.”

JJ hesitated but ran his hands up her thighs, rubbing them slightly and stopped right at the bottom of her shorts. Y/N wasted no time to do the same to him, watching as he squirmed in the slightest when she got higher before letting go.

“We’re at a even number now.” Y/N said, her voice was nervous and her eyes glistened in innocents, “This is when we have to know what the other is thinking in order to win the game.”

JJ’s eyes flickered to her lips, “I hope we win.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, watching him as they leaned in on sync. Her hands lightly placed on the sides of his face when their lips met. He kissed her with force and passionately, wasting no time to push harder against her. Y/N hummed at the feeling of his lips on hers, leaning into him more as he worked her soft ones. JJ’s hands placed on her waist, rubbing slightly through the thin material. Y/N felt him calm down slightly and kiss her much more gentle, pulling back a second with one final peck to her lips. Her eyes stayed closed a moment before fluttering open and finding he’d still been staring at her.

Y/N smiled shyly as she bit the inside of her lips, “You’re a good kisser.”

JJ grinned in confidence, “You think so?”

She hesitated, “Can we do it again just to make sure?”

JJ gave a low chuckle, leaning over and cupping her face in a kiss. Y/N mimicked his actions from before with her hands placed upon his waist, rubbing gentle circles. She snuck her hand under the tee, rubbing the skin on his back and coming around to caress his stomach. He sucked in at her touch, but she followed with stern and lightly feathered finger tips. Y/N’s hands gripped his waist tightly as she began laying back, taking him with her. JJ dug his palms into the mattress of her bed, keeping them connected at the mouth.

Y/N wrapped a leg around him, pulling his lower body down to press into her own. His closed and hard cock pressed against her closed pussy, earning a sudden gasp from Y/N. She didn’t expect it, eyes wide as he pulled back.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N.” JJ cursed as he reached down and tried to tuck it away. She grabbed his wrist to stop him, the icy blue eyes flickering up at her.

“Don’t be sorry.” she whispered with a small smile, “Just do it again.”

JJ smirked at her words and let himself go, coming back down to press onto her again, “Is this all part of your game?”

“No, this part is real.” she hummed, running a hand through his blonde locks, “Is that okay with you?”

JJ grinned and peaked her lips, “Perfectly fine in my book. But are you sure? I know you’re a v-“

“I really wanna do it with someone I know and trust.” Y/N nodded her head, gazing up into his eyes, “I wanna do it with you.”

JJ gave her a grin, “You’re in good hands, pretty lady.”

Y/N watched his head dip down and placed kisses to her neck, head tilting for better access. JJ licked areas on her skin, sucking and kissing them along with way. Gentle sighed came from Y/N’s lap as she grinded up against him. JJ moaned against her skin, making her to do it again. Y/N messed with his tee shirt, giving him a whine and tugging at the end. JJ got the hint, sitting up and pulling it over his head. Y/N gazed up at his body with stunning eyes. She’d seen his shirtless so many times, but now he seemed so beautiful and all to her. Y/N ran her palm up his abs and as far up as she could reach, suddenly making eye contact and giving a smile, “Beautiful.”

JJ blushed as he leaned down and kissed her lips again, his hand roaming her abdomen, dipping his fingers under the material and pulling them away again. Y/N pulled back, “You can take it off.”

“You sure?” he asked her with questionable eyes. Y/N nodded as she sat up some, his hands pulling the material off and letting it join his shirt on the floor. Y/N’s lack of bra was JJ’s new favorite thing, gazing down at her breast with mesmerized eyes. Y/N became bashful and embarrassed under his gaze, squirming and heating up. JJ grinned at his effect, looking up at her, “Whats wrong, baby?”

“Stop staring.” she flushed and looked away.

“Can’t help it.” he said through kisses to her turned face, “So gorgeous.”

Y/N laughed lowly and wrapped her arms around his neck, turning to meet his lips once more. JJ kissed her a second before moving down her body some, kissing her collar bones and the upper part of her breast. Y/N arched upwards when he placed a kiss to her right nipple, mouth parting slightly and begging him to do it again with her body. JJ listened as he kissed her buds again, moving to do the same to the other. Y/N sighed in content as her eyes fluttered slut, feeling his lips wrap around it and give a suck. A moan escaped her lips, hand coming down to run through the back of his hair. She was gentle with her hand, not wanting to inflict an form of pain onto him because she wasn’t sure exactly how his father hurt him, and what he hadn’t told her or the others.

“Like it?” he asked her, coming up before going down again and sucking on her buds. Y/N whined and nodded in response, running her hand through his hair until he started to move down her body move. The piercing blue eyes flickered up at her, locking eyes as JJ’s hands ran along her thighs, “Want me to eat you out?”

“Is that okay?” she wanted to make sure. JJ cracked a grin, not answering her as he pulled the elastic shorts down her legs. Y/N pushed up to get them off her ankles, legs parted as JJ looked down at her lack of underwear.

“No panties?” he teased her, laying on his stomach.

“I sleep better without em.” she said back casually, earning a small giggle. Y/N turned her head on her pillow to look down at him, toying with the bedding under the pair. JJ blew on her swollen clit, having her squirm some. Y/N’s legs tightened, wanting to lose them but he’d been in between them.

“This okay, Y/N?” the way her name came off his tongue had her rolling her hips.

“Yeah.” she said back breathy, feeling her whole body heat up. JJ grinned at how cute she was, kissing her inner thighs and inching close and closer to her most sensitive area. Y/N flinched each time he’d move, chills spreading across her body. Her leg looped around his back, moving her right hand to run through the blonde locks again. Y/N grinned against her skin and took her by surprise when he finally put his mouth on her. Y/N breathed heavy as broken sighed escape her mouth. Shes masterbated with her fingers, vibrators, and pillows but the lips of JJ felt completely different. Y/N gave a small moan as he shook his head against her core, tongue licking and flicking at her clit.

“JJ.” Y/N moaned his name, pushing her hips up into him as a habit. JJ hummed against her, throwing his arms across her lower stomach to keep her still. The blonde boy grinned when he felt her free hand latch onto his, giving it a small squeeze in reassurance as he lapped her up even more. Y/N struggling to move her hips more, using her leg to pull him down closer. JJ pushed his head down into her clit more, causing more pressure as she moaned again. Her back was begging to be arched, hand tightening on his own hand tighter. JJ gave a few hums against her clit, making Y/N throw her head back as the pressure formed in her core, “I’m close.”

He picked up his speed, moving his head and tongue faster as Y/N held her breath before her body gave the stutter, the release finally taking over. JJ listened to her moan one after the other, much louder as she came for him. He waited until she reached down and shoved his head back, “I’m good, sensitive.”

She was taking deep breaths and slummed back on the pillow. JJ smiled as he pressed a small kiss to her throbbing clit, watching her hips buck away from him. He hovered over her nude body with a smirk, “How was it?”

Y/N laughed slightly as she pulling him down, hugging you into him, “Amazing. You’re so good at that, JJ, oh my god.”

JJ leaned on his elbows, kissing Y/N on the forehead and peeling hair from her face. She brushed her nose with his and peaked him on the lips. She wiggled around and felt his hard, closed dick on her naked pussy. Y/N grinding up into him, smiling when JJ shut his eyes in content. She leaned up and kissed his neck, like he’d done her before brushing across his collar bones. JJ let her linger a moment before yanking his head back and pressing his mouth to hers much longer. After a moment, he pulled away as her eyes fluttered up to him, “Wanna keep going?”

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked her, messing with one of her hands that was over her head, “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, I wanna keep doing this with you.” she spoke, staring into his eyes intensely, “Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect.” he grinned, kissing her lips again and sitting up. Y/N went with him, grabbing at the waist band of his shorts. JJ watched his sweet, innocent little best friend pull his shorts down his thighs before he collapsed on top of her again and wiggled out of the the rest of the way. The thin layer of underwear he wore had his hard dick against her sensitive clit. Y/N sighed at the feeling as she rolled her hips up onto his, “Impatient?”

“A little.” she said honestly, earning her a peak on the lips.

“Do you have any lube? So it won’t hurt you?” he asked her, glancing around in questioning.

“In the cabinet in my bathroom.” Y/N said back with a nod. JJ left a kiss to her bare chest before standing up and hurrying off toward the bathroom. Y/N laid naked on her bed a moment, giving herself a miny pep talk as her heart thumped in her chest. She was nervous, yet excited all at once. JJ was her gorgeous best friend that got around with everyone, she knew he knew what he was doing and would take care of her. Before her thoughts siked her out, he was charging back toward her bed and jumping in with her. Y/N giggled when her body bounced with his, the pair sharing a small laugh and cheeky, innocent smiles.

“Legs open.” he teased her in a mocking like voice. Y/N opened her legs for him, throwing one over his body so he’d be in the middle of them again. JJ pushed them open some so he had access to her core better. He spread the lube over his two fingers, sitting back and rubbing between her lips. Y/N reddened again as she wiggled slightly. JJ held her thigh to avoid her moving too much, rubbing the opening of her slit with the lupe. One of his fingers dipped inside of her slightly, earning a small flinch. JJ looked up, “Did that hurt?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it.” she said back to him, meeting his eye and giving a smile.

JJ smiled back as he continued to massage the lupe along her opening, getting her wet as well in the process, “Are you nervous?”

“A little bit.” she said back with a nod, coming up on her elbows to watch him, “You know i’ve never done this before.”

“Yes, I know.” he joked with her, looking up, “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/N/N, promise.”

“I know.” she agreed with him, “But I don’t wanna be horrible at it.”

“I’ll guide you. You won’t even have to do anything besides relax.” he spoke to her with a kiss to her knee, “Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” she agreed, watching as he shut the lid on the bottle and tossed it aside. JJ hovered over her to kiss her on the lips, his back arching down to her as she rubbed his back. JJ pulled one of his hands back, grabbing the waist band of his underwear. Y/N felt him do so, reaching down to help him slide them off. She felt JJ’s dick rub against her slit slightly, gasping into his mouth while he got them down his legs in no time. He pulled back, watching as she stared up with wide eyes.

“Just relax.” the blonde encouraged with a smirk across his lips, “Just trust me, okay? I’ve got you.”

Y/N nodded as she brushed her nose with his. JJ wrapped his arm under her back, using his other hands to guide himself through her slit slightly. Y/N rolled her hips at the feeling, feeling the head of his dick rub around her opening slightly. Their eyes met as he gave a nod, “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, relaxing in his arms as JJ gently pushed the head in. Y/N’s eyes widened again as she laid still. JJ stared down at her, “You okay? Does it hurt?”

“A small pinch but not bad. Just different.” she nodded her head, running her hands across his shoulder blade, “Are you good?”

JJ had to laugh as she gave a odd look, “Yeah, i’m good. Can I push in more?”

Y/N nodded her head, arms pulling him into her more. JJ’s abdomen touched hers as he began pushing inside of her more. Y/N’s lips parted as her eyebrows knitted, trying to get use to the feeling. There’d been a lot of pressure and she was relatively uncomfortable, but JJ’s breathy moan was enough for her to enjoy it. He bottomed out and dropped his head into her neck, breathing heavy. Y/N ran her hand through his hair as her other rubbed his back, sitting still a moment as he gave gentle whimpers into her neck each time she moved her hips to get use to the feeling. He shut his eyes to contain himself before she spoke, “You can move now.”

“You sure?” he asked, breathy like. Y/N found it extremely hot, the way he was weakening with his dick inside of her. She gave a grin of reassurance, leaning upwards to kiss her lips slightly. JJ listened to her instructions, pulling out slightly and slowly before pushing back in. Y/N shut her eyes as he did it again, arms relaxing as she hummed, “You like that?”

“Do it again.” she encouraged, making him push into her more and coming back in again. Y/N gave a whine as she nodded her head, “Can you go just a little faster.”

“Mhm.” JJ hummed, picking up his hips some as his own moans fell from his lips. Y/N got wetter at the sound, opening her eyes to watch his beauty hover over her with his eyes shut and mouth parted. She held his face, kissing his neck and sucking the same areas. JJ moaned louder when she did it, snapping his hips down into hers. Y/N moaned at the feeling, making him stay still and hit that exact spot again, “You feel so good, baby.”

Y/N ran her hand through his hair as his hips picked up again, making her fall back into the pillow with a breathy moan. JJ kissed her breast when she arched her back up to him, whimpering like a mess under him. JJ’s moans were much louder then hers were, whimpering and giving her sudden moans when he’d trust into her.

“Feels so good, JJ.” she praised him with a kiss to the shoulder, “So good at this.”

JJ’s confidence was flying through the roof at her words, wrapping his arms around her as his hips pushed deep into her. Y/N hummed as he buried deeper in her, coming out against and continuing his pace. JJ met her eye suddenly, staring into Y/E/C, “Anyone else gonna make you feel this good?”

“Never.” Y/N shook her head, “No one else.”

“Good girl, tell me.” he encouraged her, cupping her face and giving her a open mouth kiss.

“No one else will ever make me feel this good.” she repeated as he squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his hips slightly.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, voice shaky, “I’m close.”

“Anywhere’s fine.” she nodded, rubbing his back, “It’s okay, JJ, you can cum.”

His words sent her over the edge as he pulled out and jerked himself off as he came all over her stomach. Loud moans and breathing, high pitch whimpers came from his mouth as he came. Y/N enjoyed the feeling all over her, staying still as he rode out his high, milking himself clean until he nearly collapsed. His hands dug into her hip bones to keep his steady, eyes squeezed shut. Y/N grabbed his wrist slightly and rubbed small circles.

JJ’s eyes snapped open and met her gaze quickly with wide eyes, “Jesus christ, Y/N, that was so good.”

“I know.” she agreed while he searched for his underwear, “Like, way better then what I was thinking.”

“Were you doubting me?” he asked her with a eyebrow raise.

“oh course not.” Y/N shook her head, “But I figured I wouldn’t like it because it was my first time.”

“But you did?” he asked with a smirk, pulling his underwear back on as his looked over at her.

“Loved it.” she said dramatically with wide eyes. JJ laughed, leaning over and peaking her on the lips. He grabbed a kleenex from her bed side, whipping her clean of his cum as she weakened under his hands.

“Me too.” JJ spoke as he cleaned her off, “I’m glad you asked me, Y/N. I didn’t want you to do it with a rando anyways.”

“Wanna do it again?” she asked, having him look her way alarming, “Not tonight, i mean. But another time. I have some stuff I wanna try and you know my body so well.”

JJ cracked a grin.

“But if this was just a one time thing, then I get it.” Y/N nodded, though she hoped it hadn’t been. JJ leaned down and cupped her face, bringing his lips down to kiss her tenderly and passionately.

He pulled back and kissed her nose, “We can do whatever you wanna do.”

She grinned, getting her shorts back on and moving over so he could get in with her. JJ watched her pull his shirt over her head and fall back onto the pillows, looking over. They made eye contact and laughed at the other, rolling on their sides to face each other.

“I can’t believe you let me finally fuck you.” he joked in disbelief.

“Same.” she said back, locking their legs and running a hand through his hair, “I’m so glad we did that.”

JJ moved in closer as she cuddled up into his neck. He rubbed her back gently as her hands roamed his shirtless body, “You wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course.” JJ hummed and kiss her forehead softly, “So, what else do you wanna try?”

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years

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omg congrats on 100 followers! i love your writing. can i request #209 for damian wayne? thanks <3

209. "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you," with Damian Wayne.

A week ago, you were feeling a bit stressed and spent most of the day in bed, searching for the will to complete your work. One backrub led to another and soon you were naked underneath Damian, depleted of all anxiety and fucked brainless. Your faces were so close that you could feel his jaw clench going into each thrust. He’d hit you with a series of fluid, brutal ones, then rasped against your collarbone, “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

You’d came. Instantly. Embarrassed and impressed by him, you’d try to play off just how sexy it was. Damian usually kept his thoughts to himself during sex, and if he didn’t, they were clear-cut questions without any sense of dirtiness. Even a little filthy talking was new. Not that you minded - at all. Damian had just smirked at you as you got dressed, leaving the topic in his eyes and only there.

At least, that’s what you’d thought.

The next time Damian brought you to bed, it was evening and you were getting home from work. You didn’t see him until after a much needed shower. He was in his armchair in your room, half-reading and half playing chess with himself on the coffee table. This was the most serene part of your routine. You’d take a shower after work and change, while Damian enjoyed your presence and read as he waited for you. Few words needed to be said, but apparently Damian wasn’t as distracted by his tasks as he let on.

“Long day?” He asked, innocently.

You pulled open the top drawer of your shared dresser, and as soon as you stole a pair of his boxers and a shirt, you dropped your towel around your ankles to dress. “Ugh!” You scoffed. “Don’t even get me started. I swear, I’m our only employee who has any idea what I’m doing.”

When you had your pilfered clothes on, broad hands settled on your hips and brought you into his delicious bubble of body heat. Damian’s voice had an interesting lilt to it, like he’d uncovered something and was bursting at the seams to test it on you. His fingers teased up the edge of your shirt and licked at your exposed skin.

You expected him to say something mundane. Instead, Damian purred against the shell of your ear, “Come sit on my face. Allow me to show you how much I missed you, beloved. Would that improve your mood?”

Your gut exploded into flames, a rocket reentering orbit. The floor and the ceiling switched places. Both hands on your waist drew out, cupping your middle and squeezing you against Damian’s firm chest. You felt your mouth open, felt yourself stutter to reply, while Damian’s grin broadened over your shoulder. Hypothesis confirmed.

“Um,” you swallowed, and turned around to meet his eyes, “yes, please...?”

Damian chuckled, and you were brought in for a buttery kiss. Rubbing your hips, he drew you to the bed, cursing between deep lip-locks. “I’ve thought of nothing else all day,” he promised, “making you scream my name, fucking you with my tongue...”

Too warm-faced to speak, you just moaned into his kiss, shattered by the thought. Damian’s lips seared to yours in a brutal, possessive kiss that left all sense of balance in your body clinging to your feet. His words already had your cunt throbbing, but it was his hands cupping your breasts through your shirt that earned him his first mewl. With nothing but the t-shirt between you and his hands, Damian could surely feel your nipples budding at his touch, and pebbling more when he pressed your chest together and pinched them. Your lips met again and again, insistent, wanting.

“...Feeling these pretty tits in my hands,” he drawled, breathless.

A bone-deep shiver rattled from his hands to your spine, filling your body with hot, tingling sensations of all kinds. You’d never heard him say that word before, but the grit of it tasted delicious when you kissed him.

You were nothing but willing when Damian beckoned you on top of him. Changing had turned out to be a useless effort, since Damian immediately ripped off your bottoms, kissing eagerly at your belly as you met him in the middle. He didn’t bother to undress himself; this was about you. Your thighs were scooped up and pulled snug around Damian’s face. The nervous giggles pouring from your mouth were traded for a sharp gasp - Damian spread your folds and filled them with his warm, wet tongue without hesitation.

He drew just enough to breathe, letting out a pleased rumble at your taste. “All for me,” Damian lazily grinned.

You tried to answer him, but all that came out was a drunken, “...Nnmmyeah.”

Right away, he is everything. His smooth fingers at your entrance, his tongue, his lips - all quickly blur together, making you squirm and moan above him. Even if you’re physically on top, Damian’s sharp eyes flick up to remind you who’s really in charge. His green, lidded gaze glittered with amusement and lust, pinning you where you sat. The look is so fierce that you clench around his fingers, and Damian smirks against your sex. Just hanging there above him isn’t enough. You tip forward to fist both hands in the comforter, rocking against his face and wailing.

Damian gives your clit a deep, drugging kiss, hums a throaty chuckle, then redoubles his efforts.

When it came to the other people you’d been with, going down on you had been nothing but a precursor to the main event. Even for you it’d been boring, and consisted of more awkward waiting than pleasure. But the ferocious thing in the center of Damian’s being operated on improving, on excelling, and between your legs that thing thrives. This is in no means a chore for him. He was the best at what he did, and what he did was eat you out like an animal.

His lips sucked deeply on your swollen clit, and you felt the fingers inside of you curl, curl - and your orgasm was suddenly on top of you, pounding through every nerve in your body.

Your trembling arms gave out one after the other, and with them you collapsed sideways against the bed. As soon as Damian was out from under you, you snapped your thighs together, chasing the lingering ghost of his tongue and gasping for breath. Damian waited for your last fortifying sigh to wuff out of you to start kissing you again. His lips dragged up your legs, then your belly, then your breasts, and finally captured yours when you twisted flat on your back.

You pressed a nail to Damian’s plump bottom lip, spent and satisfied. “I guess you really did miss me...”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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scarlet

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

CONTENT/WARNINGS. vampire! megumi, reincarnation au, somnophilia, blood drinking, smut, murder, suicidal thoughts, angst, war, violence, all the dark themes you can expect from vampire!au such as biting, scratching, slight blood play, character death + UNEDITED. I’ll edit this tomorrow because I really want this to be of good quality but for now yeah, sorry for typos and awkward grammar

NOTE. thank you so much to vampire nonnie for requesting this, I absolutely LOVED writing this, I think this is my favorite ever work. It’s totally different and a lot more serious than what I usually write too, so thank you!

WC. 13k+

PLAYLIST: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn, Taylor Swift) ; Fire on Fire (Sam Smith) ; Dusk Til Dawn (Zayn, Sia) ; My Nocturnal Serenade (Yohio)

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

BLUSH [001.]

The morning market bustled with people, the villagers bumping your shoulders left and right. You tried your best to squeeze through the crowd as you followed your mother. You’d recently come of age, and now you had to come with your mother to retrieve food and supplies while your father hunted and chopped wood for the upcoming winter.

Your mother pinched the apples of your cheeks whilst she smiled, reminding you that you could meet a nice young man at any moment and you had to look as presentable as ever.

The idea of living out the same fairytale your parents happily created for themselves had you gazing up at your mother in wonder.

You came from a happy family, with a doting mother and a supportive father who never stopped smiling through the hardships. While your mother was the fire that warmed the hearth of your humble home, your father was the sturdy wood that kept each and everyone steady and strong, and you? You were the light of their lives.

To be able to find a soulmate like that and have a family of your own, you wanted nothing more.

But your mind easily changed when people pushed past you, sending you scowls and profanities when you bunched your skirt up, your tattered boots hitting against the wet mud of the market. Your humble village wasn’t blessed with the warmest weather, but it was fine, since your family brought enough sunshine to your life that you never minded. Until now, that was.

Your boots were soiled and you were panting as you ran after your mother, her eyes crinkled as she chit-chatted with the vendors. Inside her basket were two fishes, five apples, and a few pinches of herbs that wouldn’t have really satisfied any of you.

In this side of the town, your village received the poorer suffrage of lack of food. Nevertheless, your mother’s smile and glee upon having her basket half-full reminded you that there would be better times. Not wanting to lose her again, you clutched your arm around her bicep, panting for air while she gazed back up at you worriedly.

“Child,” she cooed, cupping your face. “What ever is the matter? What could’ve had you gasping for air this way? Is there something you are running away from?”

“Mother, you are the one I am running after,” you informed her with a laugh, and your mother gasped in surprise.

“My, I am so sorry! I completely forgot that you were still new here! Oh, and your boots—”

“It is fine, mother,” you reassured, your hands coming up besides her cheek this time around to stop her from fretting over your shoes. It was beyond worn out, tattered and mouth almost opening. They had promised to get you a new one for your birthday, but a single pair cost more than a week’s worth of food that you didn’t have the heart to let them do that.

Both your parents were disheartened; they wanted to give you the best, of course, but it didn’t matter to you.

You understood the notion of wanting to look your absolute best in hopes of catching the eye of a future lover, but the idea didn’t sit entirely well with you if they had to base their attraction on mere physical appearance. Besides, it was called soulmate, was it not? There had to be a connection – a pull, of sorts – between two souls, and not from the perspective of the naked eye.

If you really were to meet your soulmate, they would see right through your skin and deeper than the depth into of your bones, their eyes looking directly onto where everything mattered most – the heart, the soul, the core.

Your mother’s gaze softened at the sight of you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as she cooed at how beautiful you were.

Endlessly, she reminded you that you were the most precious blessing of her life in par with your father, and when your mother doted on you like that, how could you not flush with appreciation, eyes bashful and chest swelling with love?

You were a firm believer people were their most beautiful when they radiated kindness and are capable of unconditional love. After all, what could be more beautiful than a compassionate soul? Undoubtedly, you wanted to love someone like that, a person capable of kindness and strength even in the darkest situations; one who could see beyond the weary boots and dirt-stained old clothing you wore.

It seemed that someone had the same idea in mind for you felt a burning sensation at your face. Eyes flitting over your mother’s head, your breath hitched when you were met with soft, blue eyes that put your village’s stormy sky a shame.

Midnight blue swirling with warmth like hot milk on a rainy day, the feeling of having your lover’s arms wrapped around you and their gentle breaths whispering against your ear – that’s what you felt like when you saw him for the first time.

He stood outside his father’s shop frozen, eyes wide and locked with yours, the amount of scrapped metal suddenly weighing a ton despite his growing muscles.

Unsure of what to do but appreciative of the wondered boy, you shyly ducked your head down, peering up at him under your lashes with the smallest of smiles visible on your face. You raised your hand to wave at him when your mother tugged you away, chattering about getting you a cheesecake despite not having much to afford it, only because she felt something good would happen today.

And your mother was right – she rarely wasn’t, in the first place.

Nearly stumbling over your steps, you turned back to the young man, no longer hesitating before you beamed at him, fingers flickering into a small, delicate wave perfected by young women your age.

His reaction was immediate – a mad blush to his cheeks, and his body growing rigid at being caught staring at you.

You didn’t mind though. If anything, you felt giddy, and there was an unmistakeable bounce in your steps all the way back home.

BLUSH [002.]

His name was Fushiguro Megumi. He was the son of your village’s infamous blacksmith, who everyone dubbed as ‘Scarface Toji.’

All kinds of rumours about his father spread around the village, ranging from how he used to be a bloody merchant who worked for the King and lived a life without regards for others. As long as he was given enough coins, Scarface Toji would do anything.

Your parents had pinched your waist the moment you mentioned it to them. Your father shook his head disapprovingly over a cup of fresh milk, reminding you again and again that you shouldn’t believe rumors. Apparently, Scarface Toji was just a widowed man left with a baby son before he could even say goodbye to his wife, and he migrated from another town to here in order to start all over again in hopes of giving a better life for his son than the one he previously lived.

It was hard to believe it at first. Toji was a huge man who always carried multiple weapons, but after learning that he just made them and never wielded them, you eventually believed that the man was harmless.

Your respect for him only increased when his son came mere days later, his hands trembling in his chest as he requested to have a presence with you, flowers clutched in his chest.

You were at your room that one dewy morning, fluffing and fixing your bed when your mother squealed from the doorway, followed by your father’s light hearted voice telling her to calm down. Not moments later, your mother had clipped ribbons in your hair and flattened down your housedress, the grin on her face unexplainable and slightly terrifying.

The burning question at the back of your head was soon answered when you were met by the same young man you’d smiled at the other day. Fushiguro Megumi, he introduced, and until now, you could still remember the way your heart skipped a beat as he said, May I court you?

Only that time around, your father answered for you.

You were actually flummoxed he didn’t take out his hunting gun – like how he always did when other males requested a presence with you – and patted Megumi’s shoulder instead, asking to accompany him at the back to go chop some wood.

It was unspoken tradition that suitors had to impress the lady’s father first. You were more surprised when Megumi happily agreed, rolling his shoulders back to prepare for the task.

The smile he sent your way was boyish, shy even, but determination and anticipation shone through them, somehow leaving you wanting more than before. You and your mother, too curious as ever, wouldn’t stop giggling as you watched both men chop wood in the back, talking about the most mundane things ever like how Megumi’s father was faring, or how his studies was doing.

Megumi felt at ease enough with your father, the sleeves of his shirt pushed all the way to his elbows while he raised the axe. He was effortless in splitting the wood in two, not a break of sweat evident on his translucent skin.

“My, he’s a strong one!” your mother praised, her body practically thrown all over your body as she watched Megumi do more work while your father chatted his ear off. “Handsome too!”

“Mother!” you scolded, though the embarrassed giggles let her know you weren’t really complaining. She was right, Megumi was strong and definitely handsome; with a chiselled jaw, a pointed nose, striking eyes and arm littered with veins and cuts that he got from early ages of hard work.

Once your mother noticed that they were finishing up, she hastily yanked you back into the kitchen. She fretted more than you did about teaching you how to make the perfect meal; that the best way to reward them for their hard work was through a nice, warm meal.

You were too shy to ever vocalize that you wanted to impress Megumi with your cooking skills. Thankfully, your mother pried no further when you quietly asked her to leave the meal to yourself, already preparing out the ingredients while she picked the best flowers from the front yard to decorate the table with.

When Megumi arrived, his eyes roamed around the humble walls of your home almost as if looking for something.

You stood there at the corner, teeth sunken into your lip while your toes curled inside your slippers. Soon, his gaze landed on yours, his lips breaking out into one of the sweetest smiles – one that was far sweeter than the nectar you sipped from the flowers in your youth.

There was no proper explanation to why you stepped forward, a dip in your brow as you wiped at the beads of sweat that had now accumulated beneath his eyes.

His hair stood up in spikes pointed in different directions. You chuckled when it wouldn’t tame down at each stroke of your finger, and Megumi mimicked the melodious sound pouring from your lips. Too lost in the sensation of having his soft strands running through your hands, you forgot that Megumi was technically still a stranger, and you froze when his touch wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up at him then, an apology right there at the tip of your tongue for invading his privacy when he murmured, “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

If the sound of his laughter was harmonious before, then his voice could only be compared to honeydew and pastel splatters of the skies clashing in the horizon. Warm, gentle, soothing – you were right, he felt like the embrace of a kind soul in a stormy, cold day.

So you melted, unable to fight back your smile as you leaned closer into his touch.

“Hi.”

BLUSH [003.]

It was one of those rare days that the sun shone down brightly onto your village. The sun had stopped hiding behind the clouds, extending its fingertips down to graze at the greenery of your home, the light filtered through the thick branches of trees that you were currently hiding at.

You had to muffle your giggle with the back of your hand, eyes darting around to inspect if Megumi was anywhere close to you.

Half a year had passed ever since he courted you, winning not only your heart, but the approval and warm welcome of your parents into your home at the same time. It made sense that he had easily placated himself beside you at all times that Megumi eventually earned a seat at your dining table. Not only was he the loving, gentle soul you had always yearned for, but Megumi understood you in more ways than one.

In fact, it almost felt like you had lived your life with a missing piece of yourself.

Now that you had found him, the both of you showed no signs of wanting to pull away. Shy hand holding had transitioned into sneaky kisses, strong arms pulling you into a corner to kiss you goodbye before he retreated back home, your mind hotwiring as you reminisced his lips over your cheeks over and over again. Funnily enough, it became harder to sleep.

Why would you want to sleep and dream when every waking moment was magical enough?

Just as you tip-toed behind another tree to hide from your lover who hadn’t stopped attacking you with tickles, you stepped on a dry leaf, the crunching sound resonating onto the wide forest.

“Blast,” you muttered to yourself, eyes closed as you awaited the impact.

Just as you’d expected, Megumi came running behind you. Graceful in his movements as ever, you both laughed as Megumi flipped you both over before you could fall, your weight falling on top of his while his back hit the flowery fields.

“Found you, lover,” he teased, his hands curious as they ran up and down your sides. “It’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to run away from me, you know. No matter where you are, no matter how long it takes, I’ll do what it takes to find you and have you in my arms all over again.”

“Silly,” you teased as you leaned close to him, rubbing your noses together that pulled out a boyish laughter from him. “I would never run nor hide from you, my love. Where you are is where I wish to be?”

“Is that so?”

“No doubt it.”

“Then,” he interlaced his fingers with yours, gaze solemn as the sun shifted. The looming trees overhead provided you both privacy and shelter, nothing but small streaks of light caressing both your skins as Megumi’s lips padded over your knuckles, thumbs grazing at your wrists. Nothing could prepare you for what was to come next. You couldn’t tell what would happen, but he’d grown serious, voice low as he announced, “Marry me. I’ll take care and love you for the rest of my life. What else do we have to wait for?”

Your heart drummed in your chest loudly that you could no longer hear his next words.

Whether he said something or not, none of it mattered. For spending those six months with him already felt like a lifetime and you were greedy – you wanted to be with him more, to hold him tighter, and kiss him a little longer. He was right – there was no need to wait.

And you certainly didn’t wait as you yanked him by the collar, your lips meeting in a heated kiss. You could feel each other smile as your arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss told him everything you couldn’t put into words. A hundred yes, a thousand I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and a million I love you’s. Megumi released all the love and passion he held for you when he pushed his lips against yours just as intensely, his scent blanketing over you like a veil of comfort.

There was no need to wait.

You and Megumi ran hand-in-hand all the way back to your home, the joyous laughter of the memories of youth and innocent summer romance the only music that era would ever know. Slamming the door open, both chests heaving with air and pinkies looped together, your smile fell off your face when an unfamiliar gentleman faced your way at the sudden intrusion.

He was tall, taller than Megumi and a lot broader. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a slick knot, ears pierced with black earrings that added to the darkness of his aura. His smile was nothing but eerie as his unwelcomed gaze travelled all the way down your form before his eyes darkened to the hand yours was connected with.

Sat behind him were your parents; even with their heads turned away from you, the grim looks painting their faces was evident.

“Mother? Father?” you stepped closer to Megumi, not missing the way the gentleman’s frown deepened. “May I ask what is the meaning of this? Had I heard we’d be having a visitor, I’d have stayed to welcome him,” turning to the gentleman, your back arched into a deep bow. “Forgive me, Sir, I was direly uninformed of your presence. I do not mean any rudeness. Please forgive me.”

“She is perfect, just as I’ve heard.”

Before any of you could react, the man had stood up. If he was tall before, his stance was terrifyingly imposing now as he looked down at both of you and Megumi. Your lover stiffened beside you before his arms encircled your waist, pressing you flush against him while your palms flattened on his chest.

His accelerated heartbeat matched yours, lips turning dry at the situation.

The man scoffed for a moment upon seeing your comfort for your lover, then he smirked, head lolled to the side as he announced the words that would soon end the ruin of your life.

“Ah, yes, young love. What a magical thing to experience,” In the blink of an eye, he pushed Megumi to the side, your body crashing into this man’s broad chest while he possessively placed a palm over your head. You couldn’t move, eyes wide and mouth dry as your mother began to cry, while your father simply kept his gaze to his feet. Megumi mirrored your stance, hands clenched into fists though he too, made no move.

There was no telling what would happen next.

“But that is all in the past now. Fortunately for you, my dear, you’ve wonderfully fulfilled your duty as a child to be your parents’ future. Now come with me, you’ve got some dolling up to do.”

BLUSH [004.]

They lied to you.

When your parents told you that poverty didn’t mean anything and a family was still a family no matter what happened, they didn’t mean it. It was all a lie.

Memories of being dragged outside your house and thrown into a carriage fancier and more expensive than anything your parents could ever afford even after a lifetime’s work remained burned in your head like a searing memory. You couldn’t remember how your parents reacted at your disposal; you couldn’t even look at them, the betrayal sitting hard and square right at your face.

But he remained at the back of your mind.

You had only been so young then, hopelessly in love, and you still are, you very much are. You closed your eyes as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill when you replayed the image of Megumi running after the carriage while you cried out for him, begging for him to save you. Your new husband had only snickered to himself then, well-aware your lover could never catch up.

Soon, Megumi grew tired, the dark patches of mud so familiar to you from your village transforming into wide greenery that led to bridges crossed to another town that would eventually lead you into the castle.

Suguro Geto, a man twice your age, barely had to lift a finger when he decided to buy you as his wife.

He was a higher ranking official under the King’s command himself. Wealth, power, luxury – he had them all, and he could and did provide everything you needed with just a simple request.

You supposed you should feel thankful. Days of sleeping with an empty stomach and a parched throat was nothing but a distant memory now, your skin soothed with only the finest silk and people bowing the moment you walked through the door. Gone was the poor girl from the countryside who wrestled with pigs once in her life when you’d accidentally dropped a slice of bread in the pig pen – only a refined, intelligent, and extremely obedient wife of Sir Geto was in place.

Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Geto, despite his tyrannical personality and no hesitance when it came to abusing what he was capable of, was extremely disinterested in you. It was no secret – to both you and the servants – that he brought women around all the time. Even after years of marriage, not once had he laid a finger on you, opting to buy a bigger bed instead to keep the space between you both.

You were perfect for him; you were everything he wanted.

A woman who did everything he asked, a lady who smiled and chatted exuberantly when needed, both beauty, brain, and elegance combined into one, but most of all, you did not want him. And that was why Suguru treasured you above all, for you were the one who prevented him from being tied down to even worse women who were obsessive with him. In payment to your silence and submission, he provided you with all the comfort and luxury you could ever ask for.

Though you never did ask for anything.

Your only wish was to return home – but you dared not utter these desires for you knew it was as far away as a distant galaxy. Nothing but emptiness and dread accompanied you with each passing day, the image of Megumi soon faltering into your memories.

You’d lost count of the times you cried yourself to sleep while Geto laid beside you, his palms pressed into his ears while your sobs coated his velvet walls until the sun rose. If it were not for the cream spread all over your skin, people could easily see that you were a restless, broken wife instead of a happy one like you pretended to be; that your soul withered with each second.

There was no more hope, no light, no love present in the large, empty hallways of your manor.

Suguru was out for the night, probably lurking underground casinos fucking whoever whore was desperate enough to warm his cock for the night. Your servants had long retired to their quarters, and with nothing much else left to do, you left your room, the nightgown barely wrapped around your shoulders as you padded to the garden barefoot.

The grass was a lot softer here in his manor than it ever was back at home. Home – wherever that was. You couldn’t find your way back to it.

Everything here seemed tens of thousand times better than anything, and yet it felt so empty. Hollow. Dark. Meaningless. Even as you perched yourself upon the swing, feet kicking into the ground until you soared high enough that the moonlight caressed your skin, you found no beauty in everything.

Everything you once treasured faded into the night.

A rustling sound made you plant your heels flat on the ground, eyes narrowed at the source of the sound. The bushes behind you stilled, and you sat up from your seat, hands coming up to tug your gown back to your body as if it would protect you. “Who’s there?” you demanded, “You are not allowed to trespass the Geto Manor or else—”

Your words were swallowed right back when the figure appeared from behind the bushes. Even after years, you would still be able to recognize that face anywhere. The untamed hair, the flat lips, those eyes that had always reminded you of the skies you’ve grown tired staring at – your feet moved faster before your mind could comprehend it.

Megumi barely staggered as he caught you in his arms, your cries muffled by the collar of his shirt. Your heart tore into pieces and healed right back when Megumi buried his face into the crook of your neck, muttering I’m sorry over your skin over and over again.

“I’m sorry,” Megumi’s voice cracked, “I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here. I am sorry I couldn’t run after you. I am sorry I didn’t—”

You silenced him with a kiss, your hands trembling as you cupped his cheeks. Too long, it had been too long, and your hands were everywhere. On his hair, at the nape of his neck, grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer – you ravaged him with your lips and hands that a string of saliva threaded between your mouths when you gasped for air, only to kiss him harder the second time around.

Megumi’s hand came up to clutch at your bottoms, his body now firmer and bigger than the last time you remembered. He smelled like home, felt like heaven, tasted like bliss and the saltiness of your tears mixed in with his delectable self.

“I love you,” you declared, the sobs wracking through your chest before your head fell on his shoulder. Megumi doesn’t stop you when you fisted his shirt, his hands only patting your back as you hiccupped, the tears now drenching his shirt. “I love you, I love you, please, my love, run away with me, let’s live somewhere else, okay?” You cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping away at the tears that had also stained his pretty face.

Megumi nodded, not wasting another second when the both of you treaded through a very thin line by kissing you all over again, his lips flushed with yours.

There was no need for air. The only thing you needed at this moment was to have him beside you, and just as Megumi pulled away to tell you he’d do anything for you, blood spilled past his lips. You watched as the red liquid splattered from his lips and dripped down your chest, and that’s when you felt the piercing pain through your chest.

Megumi dropped you, your body colliding on the ground with a loud thud. Your chest bled from a shallow cut, though that was the last thing you paid attention to when Geto stood behind your lover, red eyes shining through the brilliant night and long fangs sinking down his chest.

Your screams were muffled with Geto’s palm as he showed up right in front of you in a flash, his cold touch sending shivers down your spine.

He forced you to watch as your lover fell in front of you, a sword poking through his chest. You struggled against your husband’s hold, but he was far stronger and bigger than you that you fell limp into his chest. Geto barely blinked an eye as your nails sank down to his skin hard enough to draw blood from his pale skin.

“Watch, darling,” he purred into your ear, “You wanted to be with your lover forever, right? Then let me grant you wish – I’ll give you the forever you always wanted.”

“Why are you doing this?!” you bit back through the palm covering your mouth, vision blurred as tears coated your face. “I did everything for you! I did everything you asked me too – you didn’t have to kill him, he was the only one that mattered to me, how dare you?!”

“No reason, darling,” Geto pushed you off his lap before tugging Megumi’s shirt, revealing his lifeless and bloodied face staring right at you. “I was simply…drunk, you could say. I was not pleased to find my wife locking lips with another man.”

“I was never yours,” you spat out, hands dug deep to the earth underneath you.

“No, you’re not. Your heart was always owned by another, was it not?” Geto tipped his head as he watched Megumi’s lifeless form crumble back to life, a guttural groan echoing through his throat. Your eyes widened when his head snapped upwards, striking blood red eyes that resembled Geto’s glowing under the moonlight. You crawled backwards until your back hit the three, unable to recognize the man in front of you. Geto stands to the side, his long and sharp tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Young ones are always the most dangerous. I cannot wait to see how this one goes.”

“Megumi!”

“Thirsty, are you not?” Geto taunted. At the sound of his voice, Megumi leapt to him with dark claws extended. A scream ripped from your lips, one that was immediately silenced when Geto effortlessly wrapped a hand around Megumi’s neck, choking him until his limbs flailed helpessly in the air.

“Ah, ah, ah, I won’t suggest drinking my blood. You would find it repulsive,” A sickening snap resonated in your ears as Geto broke Megumi’s arm to turn him your way, fangs bared and animalistic growls making your lover seem unrecognizable. You sat there, frozen and panting. Why couldn’t you move? “Your human lover is right there, though. Go on, take a look,” he whispered in the younger man’s ear, his red eyes glinting with amusement. “See her luscious skin? Hear the rapid heartbeat pulsing at the juncture of her neck, begging you to ravish her? That is what you’ve always wanted, right? To claim your woman as yours?”

Megumi’s fierce growl was enough to make you bury yourself harder in the tree trunk, the tears streaming freely down your face before Geto released his hold on him. “If it makes you feel better, I never touched her. She is all yours for the taking. Now, drink.”

At his command, something snapped in Megumi.

All hell broke loose. The last thing you saw was a beam of crimson eyes paired with a red flush to his face maniacal with thirst. His name came out in a broken cry, Megumi’s claws ripping away at your clothes until his fangs sank down into your skin.

Your legs kicked out beneath you as you gasped for air. From behind Megumi, Geto crossed his arms to himself, soon disappearing into the night.

Megumi kept gasping and growling as he drank from you harder. The grip on his hair eventually faltered until your hand fell on the ground, his eager tongue lapping at what else dripped from the holes he’d punctured at your neck. He doesn’t let up once, hands coming up to crush your windpipe until your bones cracked at one clench of his muscles, merely a reminder of what he could now be capable of.

Was this death? you wondered before black completely clouded your vision, you were not ready for it.

ROSE [005.]

Megumi hunched over his seat, his hands making quick work of jotting down tiny details of the modern life in his notebook. It had been two hundred years since he last saw you, and the world had drastically changed ever since.

It wasn’t easy getting over your death – especially not when he snapped back into consciousness, the painful reminder that you had died from his hands haunting him in his sleep.

Not that he ever had much sleep to begin with since he was always tired and restless, his skin hollow and pale, with dark circles finding home under his metallic blue eyes that had lost their previous warmth. After years of trying to learn how to control himself through isolation in the mountains, Megumi eventually wandered back down to the city, surprised that time had flew by so fast and your old village was now unrecognizable.

People wore lavish clothing and had parasols made out of lace, making his throat dry up at the thought that lace back then cost way too much than he could ever afford.

Too much had changed indeed. So much time had passed that Megumi’s previous anger and hatred to himself had now been filled with nothing but a lingering, empty feeling that gnawed at him. No matter how much he tried to blend in with society and keep his true form a secret, nothing ever really took away the fact that he was a monster that could hurt anyone if he even lost the slightest best of control.

He didn’t even know the name of the man – no, the creature – who made him this way.

Megumi sighed as he snapped his notebook shut, conversing freely with this human friend he made. They were ‘of the same age’ as Megumi introduced. Itadori Yuuji wasn’t top of the food chain, per se, which is exactly just what Megumi wanted since the last thing he wanted was unnecessary attention. Right now, he accompanied his friend – the only person he could care about – as he got his suit fitted. Yuuji stared at his reflection endlessly, tapping at his bottoms with a thoughtful hum.

Just then, something familiar wafted into Megumi’s senses. At first, he thought it was the scent of the soap he used, but this was too…different – he was sure he’d caught whiff of it before, but he was beyond a hundred years old that it was impossible to pinpoint what it was.

His eyes fluttered outside the shop as he looked for the source of the smell. It was soft, leaving behind a lingering flutter of his chest, and before Megumi could realize it, he’d already shot up from his seat, captivated by the sound of laughter and giggles across the street. Then, he saw you. You were right there, head thrown back in laughter as you chatted with your friends, lips painted a flushed red that only broadened at something your friend had said.

“Fushiguro – where are you going?”

“My apologies, friend. I’m afraid there is somewhere I have to be,” Quickly, he stashed his notebook inside the front of his coat jacket, pushing past against the crowd and crossing the street. The closer he got, the more he recognized your laughter, your features sharpening into a crystal resemblance of the person he’d lost years ago.

He couldn’t believe it, could barely stop himself when you walked away, his hand naturally falling to grasp at your wrist.

“Excuse me, Miss. I—” Megumi was stunned when you turned to him, your smile polite and bright as ever, not the least bothered that he pulled you out of nowhere.

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with?”

“I…I just thought I’ve seen you somewhere before. I’m sorry if that came out weird,” not wanting to be rude (your friends were glaring suspiciously at him), Megumi retracted his hands by his sides, gaze planted to his feet as it was considered impolite to hold such eye contact with the opposite sex – especially to a stranger. He could feel himself grow warmer despite his lack of body heat inside his heat, your mere presence prompting his undead hear to beat once more. It made Megumi step backwards, throat falling dry. “Uhm, I suppose I should turn back—”

“Would it be odd if I said I felt the same way?”

His head whipped up to yours so fast that it looked comical, and he was blessed by your amused smile. “What?”

“You feel familiar, and I wish to understand why,” At this point, the sound of his heartbeat that had long been forgotten drummed loudly in his ears, so much so that he could barely hear your words anymore. He had to stare at the way your lips moved, hypnotized at the same time as he tried to fathom what you said. “Would you like to have lunch this Friday? Perhaps we could…familiarize ourselves with one another more.”

It had been a long and painful two hundred years – but you were here – that Megumi would be insane to say no.

ROSE [006.]

Megumi made sure to be silent as he slammed the door shut, not wanting to wake his lovely wife who’d long retired to bed after a long day of work. The eminent darkness in your home told stories of how late it was this time of the night, nothing but silence and the faint cricketing of insects heard in the dead night.

Upon seeing you on the bed, soft breaths spilling from those lips he could never get enough of ravishing, his shirt doing a terrible job at keeping you modest, Megumi’s jaw clenched.

Tugging his tie off and discarding his jacket to the ground, Megumi made quick work of spreading your legs open, his breath caught in his throat because his naught wife decided not to wear anything. His fangs bared on instinct, the tent in his pants growing.

You were always tempting him – and despite being a fearsome creature, Megumi was always weak to resist your teasing.

Glancing at your peaceful face, Megumi bunched your shirt up above your breasts, your nipples hardening at his cold touch. Megumi sighed, not wasting another minute before his tongue dove into your awaiting lips that had already bloomed open, always so ready to welcome your husband’s eager tongue even in your sleep. He groaned at your arousal mixing with the tangy taste of tonight’s dinner.

Soft sighs could be heard above from you when Megumi licked a flat line from your hole all the way up to your clit, his hands kneading at the soft flesh of your thighs before he sucked generously at the pearl hidden by your hood.

You quivered in response as Megumi’s tongue finally entered your drenched core, his tongue teasing and expertly licking at the bumpy ridges of your walls. It gave him great pleasure to see his not-so-innocent wife trembling upon his hold, that even in your sleep, you were so responsive to him. Your reactions stirred him to plunge his tongue deeper into your hole that would normally be so filled to the brim with his cock, not stopping until you fisted at the sheets, cumming on his tongue.

Megumi drank at your juices like it was a thirsty man, making him chuckle a bit because he was always thirsty – both for you and the life that throbbed in your veins.

Kissing the inside of your thighs, your head fell to the side, unaware that the sheets were now stained with your arousal. Megumi hoisted himself up to press a kiss on your lips, his other hand gripping at his hardness before he slid himself in, low groans emitting from his lips when your warmth finally engulfed him.

He was at home.

He had both arms planted beside your head as he kept panting at your ear, his thrusts slow and passionate in order not to rouse you from your sleep. He knows how tired you are and he wanted his pretty wife to get all the rest she needed, but it was getting harder with each passing moment when you clenched around him, pupils blown wide the moment his nails dug into your hips.

“I am sorry to wake you, my wife,” Megumi apologized while littering kisses all over your skin, your moans now uncontrolled and breathy now that you were completely aware to receive the pleasure he was eagerly giving you. “I couldn’t help it – not when you are so heavenly laid out for me like this.”

“Mmh, take me as you wish, my love,” you groaned around him, your arms finding home around his neck as you pulled him closer. One of your legs was placed around his waist, the other knee pinned flat on the ground so Megumi could fuck into you deeper, turning you into nothing but a whining mess. “You know you can always have me whenever and however you want. If it’s you, I would never mind,” Megumi pulled his head away from your neck to gaze into your eyes instead, glowing red orbs meeting yours while his hips snapped harder. You would’ve smiled had it not been for his dark circles turning at least two shades darker, his skin gray and a little flake.

“You are pale. Have you not been feeding properly again?” Megumi intentionally ignored you, and you knew he was trying to distract you by thrusting harder into you, having never liked you to remind him of what he was. It worked for a moment, nails scratching down his back, but you cupped his cheeks you’re your warm palms, holding him tense enough that he was forced to look at you. “Megumi. Megumi, look at me – have you not been drinking well?”

“You know I refuse to.”

“You need it. At this pace you’re going at, you’re going to – ah – you might get sick and weaken, my love.”

Megumi shook his head indignantly, “I would never sink my fangs down a breathing human’s body. I refuse to give in to the demon they have made out of me.”

Your eyes softened at how those blood red eyes faltered, his fears showing through the moment his thrusts grew slower, his touch gentle against your hip. It almost felt like he was making love to you, and you gasped when his cock hit your most sensitive spot, your walls clenching and gripping around him like a vice. “You are no monster,” you told him, “Your heart is warmer and kinder than any other beating hearts I’ve come across with. You are a good person, Megumi, giving into to your hunger does not make you a demon,” when hesitance still crossed his face, you pulled him in to see the sincerity in your gaze, passionate enough to make him stutter his hips inside you. “It would be a lie if you call yourself such an atrocity when you are nothing but tender and loving when it comes to someone as fragile as I am compared to your grace.”

“I do not want to hurt you.”

“You could never, my love,” you assured him, baring your neck to him. Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the rapid pulse visible at your tender skin, the sight enough to make his cock twitch. “Now, drink.” At your words, Megumi froze. He’d heard that same phrase before – right before he killed you by drinking you dry, and Megumi scrambled away from your hold with fear written all over his face.

Not again, not again, no, he wouldn’t hurt you – Megumi never got the chance to leave when you shushed him with a kiss, ankle buried in his back to keep him inside you. “Please, my love, let me make you feel good. I no longer wish to see you this way. Drink my blood – do it for me.”

That was enough to push him over the edge. Sending one last questioning look your way, to which you responded with a nod, eyes hazy with desire, Megumi punctured your skin.

You cried out from the pain that added to the pleasure, and with Megumi rutting his hips fast and hard into your abused cunt that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, your husband brought you over the edge. He came not long afterwards, spilling his seed deep inside you – one you were both not worried about since he could never impregnate you.

Megumi doesn’t stop from lapping at your wound, pulling his cock out before his lips swooped down to your breasts, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

You were both breathing hard, Megumi trying to calm down the tremors of your body from the orgasm while sucking your tits, his hand caressing the other one to not leave it unattended. Hands coming up to card through his fingers, you kissed the shell of his ear, your sweat bodies desperately clinging around one another. “Megumi,” you mumbled sleepily, “Turn me.”

Megumi stilled above you. In a split second, your husband was off you, standing at the edge of the bed with all his muscles rigid and tense, eyes blaringly red as he hissed, “What did you say?”

“Have you not thought about it?” you winced as you sat up, the discomfort apparent upon feeling both your cum drip down your ass to your cheeks. “How you will remain the same after all these years, and I will die and wither like a wilted flower? I do not wish to part from you, Megumi. That was the vow we took in our wedding – that you’d be with me my whole life.”

“Until death do us part,” he reminded you, pointing at the wedding band that adorned both your fingers. “That was the vow.”

“So you won’t turn me?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“No. You only say this because you are blinded with love, but you will soon come to regret it once you become like me. A creature of the night, fearful of the light, taking life from others to preserve yours and unable to provide warmth to my beloved – why would you ever want to be like me?”

“Because it’s the only way I can be with you.”

“Are we not enough the way we are now?” Megumi ran his hands through his hair as he sat back down, his extended claws hastily pointing at the both of you. Even through the dim lights, you could see how his face had darkened. “I am happy, you are happy. We both love each other – what else could you want?”

You gritted your teeth at his words, picking up the pillow beside you before throwing it at him. “Stop being selfish!” you exclaimed, your husband’s eyes flushing a deep shade of rose when he glared at you. “Think about me! A few years from now, my body and face will sag to the point I am unrecognizable. I will no longer be beautiful in your eyes and soon I’ll even lose the strength to cross from our chambers to the washroom. Soon, I’ll be nothing but a drained human because we are weak, and what do you do? You’re just going to watch it all. You will let me get sick and die just because you refuse to live longer with me?” you repeated his words with a scoff, tears stinging your eyes when your voice dropped a tone lower, your arms wrapped around your chest as you rocked side to side. “Do you even love me?”

“Do not dare assume I do not. I waited for you for two hundred years.”

“That is exactly my point, you no longer need to wait for me if you’d just turn me!” you bit back, full on crying at this point with little to no regard that you would wake the whole neighborhood with your discord. “I want to be with you, Megumi, forever. I’ve lost you once and you lost me too, why would you want to put us both through that pain again?”

“Because the pain of losing you will never amount to the misery you would feel once you see that this is not a glorified life,” his gaze softened, his claws retracting until his hands reverted back into its normal ones. From where you sat, you could see your husband falter little by little, his tone turning tender. “I would rather see you die and lose you again than hate yourself because of what I’ve done, even if it was to fulfill your wishes.”

Silence coated the room. Only your heartbeat and his raspy breaths were the only things audible, and when you spoke, the sound of your heart shattering followed. “You would rather see me die? You would rather watch me slip away from your grasp?”

“Yes.”

The fact that he held no hesitance in them just told you everything you needed to know. You turned away from your husband, laughing bitterly. “That makes everything clear then,” you stood up and walked past him, not bothering to cover yourself up as you trudged to the washroom. “I guess I will just continue to please you until my human days are over. Not that it would bother you though, am I correct? You could always satisfy yourself with another body while I slumber for a few more years.”

“You will hate yourself if I turn you.”

“You not need worry about that, husband,” you told him, coming out of the room with a fresh towel and cleaned legs. Megumi still hadn’t moved a muscle from where he stood, his eyes now a longing shade of blue when you burrowed under the covers, back turned away from him. “I already hate you a lot more than I could ever feel for myself.”

ROSE [007.]

Your human body was weak. You get sick and Megumi refuses to heal you, and you died in despair that he didn’t even care about you. A plague had hit your city, and you fell victim to it. After months of being isolated in your quarters until you could no longer taste food or have enough energy to even drink a sip of water, you knew you had to accept your fate.

Megumi stood beside your bed, your hand almost as cold as his when he held it tenderly, regret pooling in his eyes at his refusal to heal you. You were still so young, so fragile – yet he could never bring himself to do it, even if it was your dying wish.

“Will you really not let me live a few more years with you, my love?”

“I am sorry,” he cried out, finally breaking down despite his insistence to stay strong and stoic for the both of you. If you had enough strength, you would’ve cried too; it was the first time you’ve seen Megumi lose himself this way, and he kept sobbing into the crooks of your palm, breaths stuttered and words broken. “I truly am. I cannot do it. Forgive me – forgive me.”

“Don’t cry,” you soothed weakly, thumbs brushing his tears away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to heal, my love. I’m sorry I can’t stay any longer.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he shook his head desperately, lips pressed against the weak heartbeat from your wrists as if that would magically heal you back to life. His words broke you a lot further because you both knew that maybe this is where you would end, and you couldn’t even spend that much time with him. A few months of marriage in comparison to the years he waited for you was simply unfair. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I will miss you too,” you rasped out, “I hope in the next life we meet, I’ll get to stay with you a little longer,” Your breath wracked as your chest tightened, the virus making its way all voer your body and depleting you of everything you once had.

Though young still, your cheeks had hollowed, the light leaving your eyes as your lips flattened into a thin line.

You were inherently frail next to Megumi’s unwavering health and strength, and your smile was weak – forlorn – as you gazed up at him for the last time, trying to print his features deep into your soul.

“It feels like the world is always against us, don’t you think? If so, then maybe you and I are not meant to be as we thought.”

Megumi kept kissing your hands, kissing your tears away until you said your final goodbyes, your hand falling from his onto his lap. You couldn’t stay long enough to hear him pour his love out for you the same way he stood under the pouring rain, watching as the rose placed upon your tomb he likened you with wilt and wither.

Why was it that he could never be good to you?

First, he had caused your death, and now, he couldn’t even give you a proper one. You lived an unfulfilled life. There were still so many things you wanted to do, a multitude of places you wanted to go, and you wanted nothing more than to spend a little longer with him. Even as he walked away from your grave with his dying for what seemed like the hundredth time, Megumi still couldn’t find an answer when he asked himself, should he have fulfilled your wish?

CRIMSON [008.]

Along with arising modern human civilization and technological advancements, war was bound to come. People clashed with one another until humanity was abandoned, moral beliefs thrown to the side in replacement of exerting dominance over one another.

In a way, it soothed Megumi to know maybe he wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost touch to everything he once cared about; a little comforting that people had turned to monsters as well. But this thought vanished into thin air the moment gun powder and explosions covered the once blue sky, smoke choking the fresh air people once breathed and the battlefield painted red.

Megumi watched his comrades die one by one. He’d grown tired of hearing their last wishes and he cursed at his nature, because why couldn’t he just die?

He’d taken a hundred bullets and a thousand more beatings, yet he remained his stance, pushing through the enemy’s front line like a beast. At least here, he could unleash the monster he’d tried so hard to conceal. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he was fighting for, Megumi had enough anger to overwhelm the opponent with his presence alone.

Blood splattered to his mouth, fuelling him to keep fighting and running, slashing at everyone’s throats with a flick of his sword, the growl leaving his chest entirely animalistic.

He should’ve focused more on his task instead of being blinded by rage.

Too lost in wanting to avenge his comrades, Megumi’s sharp senses failed to hear the oncoming grenade thrown his way. His eyes widened a fraction before he was thrown away, his ribs breaking and his skin splitting apart from the impact. Megumi choked out blood; he should’ve fed properly before he got drafted in the military, but he refused, denied his needs and drank animal blood to tame himself instead.

His self-righteous need to rebuff his true nature backfired, biting him on the ass this time around. He was half unconscious when he was lifted by the rest of his commanders who’d thrown him in the medical tents before taking off to war once more.

Megumi’s vision blurred. Everyone around him paced back and forth to tend to the other soldiers lucky enough to have been brought here for a second chance at life, their voices muffled and turning into nonsense. Megumi chuckled bitterly, which he shouldn’t have done because it made him cough up a lot more blood, but could he help it? He didn’t want a second chance at life. He had never seen you again, not even a whiff of your scent, and his heart and soul had reached a point beyond decomposition that he wished to have died on the battlefield instead.

His attention was diverted when warm hands that smelled like rubbing alchohol patted his face, a harsh beam of light shone down his eyes. He winced at the light before the object was taken away, worried eyes peering down at him instead.

Megumi’s gasp was frail, too weak to manage a proper greeting because the sounds of gunshots, explosions, and final screams surrounded both of you and it was the worst setting to find you in but he was relieved – beyond relieved to see that you were there, fixing him up and muttering something he couldn’t understand. You were adorned in the healer’s uniform, your touch nothing but gentle despite the sting of ointments on his wound.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you,” he managed through splatters of coughed out blood, “I found you again.”

“Soldier, focus on me! You cannot die us on now, we are relying on you to save the world, do you understand?” you snapped at him, moving back and forth at such speed that put his supernatural abilities to shame. “Do not forget your duty. Think of your family, your friends, everyone you cared about waiting for you back at home while you fight honorably in this war,” you declared, the cold scissors cutting through his uniform somewhat distracting him from the sound of your voice. “You must think of them.”

“I don’t have anyone else,” Slowly, his consciousness slipped away from his fingers no matter how hard he tried, and he sighed when your furrowed brows became a lot blurrier and unfocussed. At least you were here, he reminded himself, a small smile on his face as he did so. “Everyone I’ve ever cared about is in here in this room with me right now.”

“Live, soldier,” you commanded, teeth snapping the thread as you hastily sewed him back up. He didn’t need it, but you didn’t know that, and he actually quite liked you fretting over him like this. “Live for the future, fight to live – live for me.”

Megumi had fallen unconscious, but your words planted itself deep at the back of his head. Your words were enough to revive him back to life hours later, and he scrambled at the edge of his seat, calling for your name and searching for you with frantic eyes. Living for you was something he could fulfill, so where were you?

Before he could glance at you one more time, you had already disappeared, and Megumi was shoved back into the battlefield.

SCARLET [009.]

The forest was dark and eerie as you ran through it, the pads of your feet chafed from tireless running and hands still sore from the burn. Countless women were forcefully ripped away from homes in your village at the assumptions anyone who didn’t dare bow down to the aristocrats were devil worshippers, and you were only lucky enough to get away, though barely.

At the back of your mind, you were still screaming as you fought against the binds while they burned you, the ends of your dress tattered and burnt.

The woman that saved you, you didn’t know your name, much less get the opportunity to thank you before she’d freed you, pushing you in the direction of the mountain you were taught to fear. Although that fear vanished as you kept pushing tree by tree, completely unaware that the higher you trudged onto the fearsome land, the atmosphere grew suffocating and too dark.

It didn’t matter now, this was your only place and chance of escaping.

Too dazed in your need to survive, you failed to notice the strong stench of blood, the rotting flesh and bones scattered everywhere upon the steps that led up the abandoned castle. It had been forever since the war that led to the fall of mankind’s chance of modernization, resulting in the world falling back into the ruins that you all had suffered before.

You were panting for air just as you’d reached a few feet before the eerie, looming gate. You had to clutch on a nearby tree to catch your breath, completely aware that you were insane for going to this place as a last resort for a safe haven even if you knew that people had told countless stories to children that a blood drinking monster resided within; whether it was a story told to prevent children from roaming around at night or it was actually true, you would just have to find out soon.

But you’d grown weak, body battered and bruised, stomach deprived of its nutrients and lips cracked from dehydration.

Your legs gave out before you until your body crashed onto the ground, no longer hearing the slight creaking of the gate.

SCARLET [010.]

There was something…wet and warm grazing over your skin, the sensation tickling enough that it stirred you from your slumber. With a groan, you cracked an eye open, all the muscles in your body chilled when the man sat before you kept wiping at your wounds tenderly, his cold blue eyes sending shivers down your spine once he’d noticed you’ve woken up.

“You are free to stay here until you heal,” he announced, his voice deep yet gentle – nothing like the stories made him out to be. You opened your mouth to thank him – for the clothes that adorned you, the glass of water beside your bed, and for nursing you despite your apparent confusion – but the legendary vampire King himself had stood up, a bowl of water and a bloody towel clutched in his hand before he retreated to the door.

Then, he paused at the doorframe, head barely tilted your way as he warned, “Do not leave the grounds unless you wish to die. I cannot guarantee I can save you one more time.”

SCARLET [011.]

Megumi was a mysterious person. He never stayed around much, and the castle was far too big for you to ever run into him. No matter how hard you tried to meet him out of want to thank him for his unnecessary kindness, you couldn’t find him.

He mostly left you to your devices. Every morning, you’d find fresh meat, a glass of water – sometimes warm milk – and a pair of his clothes that you’d have to make do with.

You’ve lost count of time of how long you’d stayed under the castle, still terribly confused as to why he hadn’t killed you yet, much less help you. One thing was for sure, however: the infamous King who painted the skies red for years out of bloodlust was not the monster people made you believe he was. After all, what predator cared for his prey this way?

You were beyond determined to show him your gratitude, not having anyone care for you this much your whole life. Growing up in the slums and taken as a child into pleasure houses, this type of privacy and freedom was more than welcomed – a freedom you wouldn’t have ever had had it not been for him. So you stood at the edge of your window every night, a slight bounce in your steps as you waited for him to show up. You rarely ever saw him, but there was no harm in trying, right?

The clouds shifted away, giving way to the moonlight that illuminated the tall figure speeding through the gates. He’d come from hunting his dinner.

With an excited squeal, you rushed past your room with a small towel, running all the way to the lobby to greet him. Your speed put his to shame when you sprinted his way, your excited form rendering the vampire shock still under the dusty chandeliers for a moment, his muscles tensing harder when you smiled up at him.

Your gaze fell down on the blood stains at the edges of his lips. His eyebrows were pinched together, about to ask what you needed when you stood at the tips of your toes, wiping away the blood with a towel.

As he spoke, his voice was gruff and hoarse, almost as if he hadn’t made a squeak of noise for centuries. “Human,” he began, a slight irritation underlying his words, though he made no move to push you away. “Are you not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be?” you queried with a lilting tone, “You saved me, after all. The vicious monster they painted you out to be is far kinder than anyone has ever treated me.”

His eyes darkened at your implications, preventing you from completely wiping the blood away from his face as he gripped your wrists. His claws were long and dark, undoubtedly able to kill you should he wished, but you didn’t fear him, not when he still held you like you were a fragile being. “So just because a devil saved your life, suddenly they are an angel in your eyes?”

“I do not care what you are,” you told him honestly, staring him straight in his eyes swimming with emotions you couldn’t fathom. “I care not for what you’ve done or who you are supposed to be. All I know is that you are good to me – and why else should I care about anything else other than the fact I have never felt safer my whole life? Should this comfort be in the hands of a monster, I would not question it. I would only be grateful I met you.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, his grip only tightening a bit before one of his arms wound at the curve of your waist.

There was no telling who leaned in first. You were beyond lost in pleasure when he tugged you into his arms, his lips aggressively kissing yours. You groaned at tasting the animal blood still coated in his lips and tongue, but you didn’t care.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, mattered in this world anymore as you jumped into his frame, his arms strong and effortless as he carried you into his room.

The night faded with you tangled underneath him, your clothes ripped and torn, thrown at the other side of the room while he situated himself between you. His hands were no less than zealous as he cupped and touched every curve and dip of your body, his lips never leaving yours.

You moaned when he cupped your drenched core, legs opening further as his thumb grazed over your clit. Whining at his slow teasing that contrasted with his previous needs, you sat up to kiss him harder, pushing his back with your feet to press him closer to you. Both of you groaned when his cock teased along your wet slit, just enough to give a promise of what was to come, but he held onto your hips, his kisses faltering as he panted. “Human,” he growled, “Human, stop. If we go any further, I cannot guarantee I can control myself.”

“Do I make you lose control, Your Majesty?”

“It’s been a long time,” he pulled away from you, all traces of his darkened lust replaced with nothing but softness in his gaze now. He held you there underneath him, his gaze nothing but appreciative as he drunk in your bare features.

It made your chest swell with pride to see him with fussed up hair and bruised lips like that, knowing that you were the only one who had triggered his undoing. “I am only getting back in touch with the restraint I’ve abandoned centuries ago.”

You kissed him once more, this time a lot more gentle and sensual. “Then we shall stop, Your Majesty,” he fell beside you, pulling you closer until your cheek rested above his cold chest. He had worn you out with just simple touches, and sleepiness washed over you like a blanket, mindlessly murmuring things as you traced patterns on his skin. “I wish you would stop avoiding me from now on,” you mumbled, “Sometimes…sometimes I see you in my dreams, and they feel so real,” he stiffened at your words, knowing full well what they meant. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

Before he could speak, you’d already fallen asleep, leaving him with no other choice but to sigh and pull a blanket over your naked bodies. Pressing a kiss at the crown of your head, he made a silent promise to show you another time.

SCARLET [012.]

You and the King have grown more comfortable after the not-so-subtle declaration of each of your affections to one another. In your eyes, he was your savior and the man you adored most. In his eyes, you were his precious human, his long-awaited lover, and he’d run to hell and back just to be with you all over again.

But…things were different now.

He found it hard to be explicitly pinning you down his bed to let him ravage you. Memories of your past lives, his mistakes, and all his regrets never left him once in his hellish lifetime. Funny, he found it, that the moment you were gone, the moon refused to show itself, but every time you came after a moment of forever, he feels alive all over again.

“Join me? The water is quite warm tonight.”

He merely raised his brow, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you paddle into the water. There was no proper water supply in his castle, resorting to both of you retreating to the lake deep into the forest every night. This night was no different, but as always, he refused to bathe the same time you did in fear he might not be able to hold himself back. “I have no concept of what is warm and cold, human.”

“Would you like a demonstration then?”

He scoffed, smirking at the way you wiggled your brows. He would say he missed the vulnerable, frail human that always submitted to him, but that would be a lie, since he thoroughly enjoyed how you never shy in expressing your desire for him. “If this is your plan of getting me to touch you,” the King began to discard his clothes, his cock swelling at the way your eyes darkened as he unbuttoned each button of his shirt. “I cannot say I have complaints about it.”

You smiled, triumphant in your goals.

It doesn’t take him long to dive into the water with you, his tongue slipping past your lips while he hoisted your body up, cold hands cupping your ass. Bare like this, your nipples brushed across his chest in a mind-numbing sensation, and he doesn’t stop kissing you until his cock is nestled between your ass cheeks, allowing you to feel that he could be warm in just one place only.

“Mhm – Your Majesty,” you tugged at his hair, neck naturally falling to the side as you let him suck at your skin, his fangs coming out to graze at the sensitive flesh every now and then.

“Megumi,” he squeezed the flesh of your ass, “My name is Megumi. Call me nothing but my name,” you nodded absentmindedly, unable to focus on anything else other than his hands roaming each and every skin of your body despite him having already memorized it after loving for thousands of years. He only stops when you shudder in his arms, pulling away from you with a string of saliva attached to your lips. “You are shivering. And you said the water is warm.”

“You are cold, my love,” the nickname slips effortlessly from your lips that Megumi doesn’t even get the chance to be surprised, “I cannot help it.”

Megumi groaned into your mouth, testing the waters by fingering you under the water for a moment. You clamp around his fingers, begging him to finally touch you, and when you were so good and needy for him like that, how could he resist?

He carried you both and ran back to the castle, wasting no moment as he slipped inside you, both uncaring that his bed had been soaked wet. After living an impossibly life, Megumi learned it the hard way that being immortal didn’t mean he could do whatever he pleased. Time was still precious and gold even after an abundant amount of it, and forgive him for being impatient with the way he snapped his hips to yours for it had been forever.

Watching you fall apart under him, lips parted to let out pretty moans and your cunt still taking him in so well even after so many lifetimes, Megumi only falls for you harder than the last.

He interlaced his hands with yours once he saw you desperately grabbing for something, breasts bouncing at the inhumane speed he started. Megumi’s hips were brutal as it snapped to yours, your hips bruised and blue from his strong grip, fangs bare and eyes a blood red while he fucked deep into your cunt. You gasped as you clutched onto his bicep, toes curled at the sensation he was drowning you with.

“Megumi,” you cried out, eyes shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please – mark me. I wish to be no one else’s but yours.”

Megumi growled at your words, taking both of your legs and locking them to your side. The sudden stretch exerted on your muscles made you whimper as Megumi sat back on his thighs, watching the way his cock was sucked in by your slippery walls. “I will make you mine. You have always been mine long before you were aware of it,” he stated, forcing louder moans from you when he leaned forwards, bending your legs harder before he bit your shoulder.

Your nails scratched down his back, eyes blown wide open when you saw it, saw him. Megumi kept fucking until you were crying, face flushed and damp with tears.

The ceiling of his castle disappeared as the marking he gave you brought you back to a thousand years ago, playing in your head from your first kiss, to how he had drank you dry, all the way until your marriage and from accidentally leaving him during the war.

You were crying – both from the pleasure and pain that beat down on your heart – and Megumi lapped at the blood flowing from the wound, his tongue searing against the open flesh.

“Do you remember me now?”

“Megumi. Megumi, I’m sorry. You’d been alone all this time and I was not there with you. I am so sorry.”

“You are here with me now. It is fine, my love.”

This timed, you pulled him close enough that space and distance became nothing but a myth, lips desperately moving against one another. Megumi groaned into your mouth when you clamped down on him, prompting him to fuck you harder to reach both your highs. His thrusts soon grew sloppy and your cunt was past spent by the time he came inside, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum.

Megumi remained inside you even as his cock softened, too comfortable inside your heat to want to be anywhere else. You sighed and kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, then his lips, almost worshipping his beauty and soul you’d fallen in love with over and over again.

“How long has it been? Five hundred years – a thousand?”

“Forever. It’s been forever.”

“Was it worth it? Was I worth the wait?”

“Of course you are. You always will be.”

You closed your eyes, the tears still salty on your cheeks when he kissed them away. The arms wrapped around him tightened for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as you relived your past life in that moment. “Megumi,” you whispered, “Grant me the wish you could never fulfill for me before. Please, I no longer want to live another lifetime without you.”

This time, Megumi no longer frowned upon your words, kissing you once more before he cradled your neck and jaw, those blue eyes softening like the cloudy skies you both danced under in your first lives.

“Forever, my love,” he promised, “I’ll be with you forever. Whatever it is you want, I would give it all to you.”

SCARLET [013.]

Your head rested on Megumi’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around you protectively. The halls of his castle were dark and the soft music was drowned by the screams of the angry mobs outside, their fists banging and guns blaring to tear the place down.

Time had passed and you came to understand why Megumi never wanted you to be like him. He was right – there was nothing to be glorified in becoming a monster despite the gift of immortality. This much you knew after slaughtering villages with him, feeding on parents and snatching away futures from children all to feed your thirst.

Both of you were painfully aware and burdened by the bane that was your existence, which is why you two kept dancing, not minding the fact that castle was slowly crumbling down.

You had accepted your fate. You had gotten your wish.

Megumi had lived millennia of forever’s with you that you were both satiated, happy, fulfilled. When the song hit a high note that the record broke and the chandelier fell, crashing a few feet away from you with its glass shards cutting both of your skins, you kissed Megumi one last time, his grip on your hips as gentle as ever.

The doors had opened.

Gasoline spilled from every corner of the castle, torches thrown and fire licking up everywhere. Gunshots were fired. Anger was vexed and thrown your way as you clutched onto your lover with salty tears on your cheeks, the roof falling completely open until the sun shone through. Both of you hissed through the kiss when it burned at your skin, hot and scorching enough that you just wanted to die in that moment. And you would, in just a few moments, you knew you would.

Megumi pulled away from you, his smile lopsided and sad as he pressed his forehead into yours, etching your features in his soul once more just in case he’d never see you again. “See you in the next forever, my love?”

“Only if you’ll keep waiting for me,” you grinned, and Megumi reached down to plant one last kiss onto your throne, reminding you that you were his lover, his soul mate, his Queen – his world and his everything else. Of course he’d wait for you. There was no need to ask him this – he would always wait for you.

“Of course I will,” he promised, “I will always wait for you.”

This time, you were wholeheartedly prepared for your death.

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