#not even fully human anymore but being reminded of what it was like to be human by this one person that gives them a moment's peace

[pettson]

yes i will keep thinking about how joel and tess were two equals equally broken who would never heal each other but still save each other in every other possible way

#there's something about people finding comfort in each other at the end of the world #while having lost everything including themselves #just a shell of their former self #not even fully human anymore but being reminded of what it was like to be human by this one person that gives them a moment's peace #this unspoken love story will keep ruining me again and again #the last of us #tess servopoulos #joel x tess #joel miller

[nyx-is-missing]

Graceland too

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (Athena's kid)

Sumarry: When a certain daughter of Athena felt unappreciated her whole life, someone was there to see her.

Warnings: Sad girl hours, shitty parenthood, hurt/comfort because im no monster and probably other things wich i forgot.

a/n: look who is back!

Demigod.

Half blood.

Half a goddess.

Half a human (?).

And yet, fully a disappointment.

When Athena sent me to my Dad's house, in a golden crib, dressed in pure white dress, glowing, how the myths would expect a demigod to be, then, and only right then i was a gift.

A piece o divine love, something to prove to him, till the end of his life, that at some point, he was good enough for a Goddess.

But days after, immediately, i was just a crying baby, hungry, with a busy father, without a mother, and that only made him remember that, that was it.

He wasnt good enough for her, she wasnt staying, she never even actually even considered, he would never have that kind of honour, only a crying baby he never expected.

I wasnt a gift anymore, it actually felt like i was a insult, everything about me started to enrage him.

And oh, how did he reminded me of that every single day of my existence.

When i got diagnosed with dyslexia all i've heard whas that Athena gave me up to him because i was defective, when i couldnt sit still during classes, and exploded with all the repression i suffered everyday, suddently i was a clock bomb, when my grades where great, i was never rewarded, it was "the least i could do, to make up for the shame that i was".

I was never loved, never wanted, never encouraged, at least not by him.

The very little love i've known in my life, i own to the people who felt pitty of me.

The teachers, the neighbours who have heard the insults, the stray animals who could sense sadness, the very old grandparents who never actually saw me more than twice a year, and the people who worked at a nerby library, who let me stay past closing time, leaving only with the cleaners.

I was 12 when he had enough and sent me to camp, literally the very day school was over.

I came home to my clothes packed and him waiting by the car keys.

Being in camp for the first time, was also the very first time in my life i have ever felt....normal.

Not good, not bad, not great, not terrible, i was one, and that was enough.

I spend that summer being quiet, i sat in the corner, i didnt spoke, i didnt interrupted, i didnt had any ideas, i wasnt good enough to do that, thats what i've been told my whole life, thats my true.

It took a whole new summer for Athena to claim me.

I have always wondered if she was fighting with herself, if she had any problems having to admit that she made a mistake, with me, or with him.

It didn't matter, for the first time i had brothers and sisters, who wanted me, who understood when i wasnt the best, who asked for my graded tests, to put up in the wall.

They understood when i was hard to crack, when i insisted in being quiet, when i wouldnt share my ideas, they understood it all.

I didn't.

Each and every new summer i spent there, all i could ask myself was:

Why could i not be great like all of them?

Why im still afraid?

Why i was still useless?

Im now sixteen and the same questions still were unanswered.

And today i felt worse than ever.

It was my birthday, and i havent got a single letter from him, nothing, nothing.

It felt like he was saying i wasnt worth anything again.

Earlier, i tried to pretend nothing was happening, smiling with my siblings, finally making plans for capture the flag, finally belonging like i promissed i would try to do that year.

My plan was used, it wasnt perfect, but it was used, and surprising myself and the other team, we won.

I could see the other team confused, and Clarisse cussing us to death.

Still i was so happy, for the first time in my life i showed myself, and i worked....partially.

The happiness of victory didnt last much in me, because i saw a new brother of mine almost bursting to tears, he was young and just got claimed a few days ago, he wasnt used to that, and he wasnt supose to get hurt, but the red that painted his arms said otherwise.

I couldnt stare at him without feeling like i failed again.

Why couldnt i be perfect for once?

I took him to infirmary and held his hand while he was getting his stiches, saying sorry all the time.

I tried thinking it was okay, people get hurt, move on.

I had diner, i took a bath, i tried to sleep, i couldnt.

The tears were falling down and i knew i wouldn't be quiet.

So i got up and walked to the cabin's porch, sitting on the last step and letting my head fall to my knees.

Why couldnt i be great?

Why couldnt i be in peace with myself?

Why couldnt my mom bless me?

Why couldnt my dad love me?

Why did he had to be so mean?

I was a kid for fucks sake.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone saying, that made me freeze, that voice was not from any of my sisters, was i crying so hard i woke up someone from other cabin?

"I- yes, sorry i didn't knew i was crying so hard to wake people from other cabins, im sorry"

"You didn't, i was sneaking out to train some more, and saw you, our cabins face each other"

That was...Clarisse?

I wiped my tears and look up, she was staring at me with a almost worried look

"Clarisse?"

"Yes, why are you crying?"

She sat down by my side, dropping a sword in the grass.

"Its nothing really, im fine, you dont need to bothe-"

"No, cut the crap" she stopped me mid sentence "no one ever weeps in the middle of the night out of happiness, you are not fine and im not letting you lie OR leave until you tell me what it is"

We stare at each other, and ill need to thank the night light being bad because i probably look like crap right now, im sure my eyes are red, my nose too, im probably with a very swollen face and id bet all the dracmas i own that my hair its no better than a nest of birds.

"Go on...tell me"

I layed myself in the stairs, looking at the sky, trying to think of a way to tell everything, without sounding crazy

"I dont deserve to be here, Clarisse."

"Here..where?"

"This cabin, i dont deserve to be called daughter of the goddess of wisdom, i dont deserve being here with them, my siblings they are great, more than good, great, they will do great things with themselfs, amazing writers, architects, brilliant musicians, historians, why am i here? Im not even good, why im with the great?"

"Wait wait wait" she made me sit down again and look at her "not even good? What are you talking about? Wasnt the strategy in the last capture the flag yours? Yall won, and if somebody asks me later i've never said this but that was good, some really good strategy, i was almost thinking of asking chiron to switch you teams, you were great, more than that, and now you're here telling me you are not egen good? Are you on drugs?"

"Clarisse you dont need to pretend you care that much, and my plan wasnt all that, my brother got hurt, that wasnt supose to happen, i failed him, if i was good enough he wouldnt even be there"

She had a very confused look on her face, like she really did not knew what i was talking about.

"You're not talking about the little boy you took to the infirmary and that small cut in his forearm are you? Cause that boy was far from almost dying like you are making it sound like-" she looked at my eyes, i didnt needed a mirror to have sure how i was, i've seen myself like that too much to count, everytime my dad said i wasnt good enough, sad, lifeless.

"I failed again Clarisse, im not good enough to be here, im useless, worthless"

She looked at me and did the last thing i tought she would, Clarisse hugged me.

"Dont say that, c'mon, worthless? I've seen you fight, i've seen your plans, you dont talk much but i've heard your ideas, you are far from being useless or worthless, who the fuck told you that?"

"My f- you heard me?" I looked at her, only to see a look i couldnt distinguish "what do you mean?"

She looked at her own feet, then at her sword, reflecting the moonlight.

"You really dont know?" She looks at me "i- well, i've heard you, the same way i see you everyday, thats how i know you like morning walks, sweet green grapes, baked goods...how i know you are probably the only child of Athena who has never read "the art of war", that you walk without looking at peoples faces....its weird, i've seen you so much throughout this years and it feels like this is the first time you are actually seeing me"

"But i've saw you before-"

"Thats not what i was saying, you looked at me many times, but did you ever saw me until today?"

I looked at her blinking, and after a moment of silent i said "you like dark chocolate, and lemon flavoured soda, and sneaking out to train when the harpies take their breaks, by the way you missed that, and you always ask for double the quantity of food you eat, so when you burn it you still can eat enough, by the way i stole that idea-"

She is smilling, big, really big, i think i am too.

Of course i saw Clarisse, who wouldnt, she was strong, brave, beautiful, to me was a wonder she didnt had people running to get her attention.

She got closer to me "does that mean i can-" i stopped her mid sentence again

"Maybe..."

"Im going to make you forget that "im not good enough" nonsense, belive me"

She is smilling while kissing me, and i am too.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

[n3ptoonz]

Hello! Can you write Baraka, Syzoth, Kenshi and Liu Kang reacting to an s/o who likes to trace their tattoos. (Also tattoos are hot)

hiya and i certainly can anon! (i fully agree. whenever i see THAT raiden skin i literally want to jump through a closed window)

mk1 hcs: how baraka, syzoth, kenshi, and liu kang react to their s/o tracing their tattoos

warnings: none; fluff

Baraka

Would be confused at first. He had lost most of his sense of humanity since his affliction, so he'd think you just got bored or wanted his attention

When you explained how his tats were interesting and wanted to know the reasons/origins of them, he was genuinely surprised. Nobody has ever asked him such a thing, let alone pay that much attention to him or his tattoos

Now he doesn't mind it and lets you do as you please. He purposely wears sleeveless shirts around you all the time just so you'll get the idea to trace his tats later

Syzoth

Since the first noticeable tattoo is on his face, he'd get startled the first time you did it. You were waiting for him to wake up one day and became interested in them suddenly

He'd ask what's so cool about tattoos in the first place since he's not originally human. It's not that he doesn't value them, but to him they are more important in the sense of they reminded him of his family (i made that shit up don't quote me), not necessarily "cool" and you had to explain you took interest in all the above

Now he fully welcomes it and would probably go as far as being around you more often to get you to notice and engage in some form of physical touch that ends up in tracing his tattoos

Kenshi Takahashi

I feel like sometimes he didn't like his own tats. Being a former Yakuza and all, he wouldn't get why you think they're cool. You tell him despite their origin they objectively look really cool and make him look even cooler/finer and now he's a happy camper

Whatever his thoughts were slowly vanished out of his own mind. Though he can't really see them anymore, he likes that someone he's in love with is for one not scared away by his past but also thinks they make him look cooler? After a while he'd start appreciating them himself

Also the type of man to walk around the house either shirtless or a tank top more often because "he gets hot easily" righttt righttttt. He loves the sensation of your touch on his body too. I'll never stop advocating for him appreciating other senses more post losing his sight!!!

Liu Kang

He has a lot of tats so like, he's going to think you're asking for a lil alone time wink which he doesn't oppose to but sometimes you simply just find interest in appreciating his ink

He will not shy away from telling you the origins and history behind each and every one. He'd even show you the ones he got for fun. He may be a god, but he was human first who lowkey liked to have as much fun as his comrade, Kung Lao, he was just better at hiding it

He now offers you to do it while you're cuddling or just chilling around each other; in reality he looks forward to it since he's never heard of such a fascinating with something like tattoos and it brought you two closer

a/n: i hope this was good enough! i've been writing so much lately just in general my brain is kinda mush ngl but i ain't no bitch! plus i gotta think more for smut so i went for fluff lol

#n3ptoonz #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk baraka #reptile mk #syzoth #kenshi takahashi #liu kang mk1 #liu kang #baraka x reader #reptile x reader #syzoth x reader #kenshi takashi x reader #liu kang x reader #mk fluff #fluff

[nose-coffee]

you know what i DO want to talk about? that scene on top of the truck where nona’s arguing w varun, and varun asks “do you love?” and nona says, “yes - no yes. i don’t know what it means. i say it, but i dont know what it means. did i ever know what it meant?” which is truly heartbreaking to hear from a character who’s spent the entire book up until now loving most everything she lays her eyes on with nearly reckless abandon.

and fifty pages later - after paul’s birth (pyrrha saying, “it’s not love, what you’re about to do. it’s a mistake.” being almost immediately replied to with, “the perfect friendship, the perfect love.”/”life is too short, and love is too long.”), and kiriona’s interrogation (”okay. different question -- do you love her?”), a near constant barrage of “what does love really mean?” and “what is love?” and “what would love make you do?” “what lengths would you go to for love?” when she’s already struggling with the idea of knowing if she’s felt love at all - she very nearly gives in to that despair, the lack of certainty that she knows what her feelings mean and that she’s allowed to feel them. she’s mourning, and she’s not able to reach pyrrha through her grief, and everyone else she’s with is more broken than she’s ever seen them before. but then paul reminds her of noodle. and nona, in a moment of lurching panic, decides to live, if only just to save noodle.

to me, that’s a devastating moment of raw, human love. it’s like that moment in alien (1979) where ripley’s about to abandon ship, and then goes back when she realises jones (the ship cat) is still on board. nona was ready to let them all die, hopless and lost and sad, every one of them-- but noodle, a sweet yet unimportant pet, is what brings her back.

and i think that’s what make’s paul’s statement of, “it’s done, it’s finished. you can’t take loved away.” hit as hard as it does. she’s just had this crisis of faith in her own personal belief system of loving-things-for-the-sake-of-loving-them, only to have it reaffirmed, and is now facing the abyss of personhood, facing returning to a self who was hurt and was deeply angry, going so far as to say, “i’ll be different...and palamedes -- i won’t love him...i won’t love anything, i won’t know how.”

paul says, “don’t worry,” (even though she just explained why she was worried), “we loved you too,” because maybe nona’s right and she won’t know how to love anymore, but she needs to know that she did. she did love, and she was loved, and there was never a doubt in anyone elses mind that she loved them fully and completely and genuinely. maybe she thought she was faking it, maybe she thought she was just making it up, but it was real, and now it’s done, and no one can take it away. no one.

#i get so upset thinking about how she wasnt quite sure at the end there if it was real #like no babygirl!! it was!! you loved!!! you were loved!!!!! #ntn #nona the ninth #tlt #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona tlt #paul tlt #kiriona gaia #pyrrha dve #fuck off lou #my post #long post #noodle tlt #i dont think people talk about that convo w varun enough #making her face the truth of her identity while asking why she'd protect people who essentially murdered her #i cry #essay #sort of #this has been sitting in my brain for a long time #esp the alien (1979) comparison #this is kind of meandery but i know what i meant to say

[tvgirlcore]

how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader

Was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

HOOOOLY CRAP GUYS. i went down the BIGGEST rabbit hole for this (perks of being sick and having free time)… first request!!!! (AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE MORE :)) tysm!!! and with all the background research, i cooked !!! (proofread + i tried my best to make this accurate)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader?

was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

(no warnings, no pronouns used, but suggested you are his wife ^_^)

��� in my opinion, lucifer pretty much messed with his whole love life. i think he would be much more chill than he is now. but to try and match his character, he will be a little egoistic.

you were adam’s first wife, and to him, you meant a lot.

seriously, being the first man on earth he grew to be a bit egotistical. but, you helped tone that down from him. 

you knew he thought higher of himself, but you tried to remind him that humans should all be equal.

life was wonderful in eden. after spending time in eden with him, you both realized you were falling deeply in love with each other.

“hey, i think i’m in love with you.”

adam says with a grin, and you can’t help but reply,

“me too.”

and your relationship bloomed from there. he thought you were the most wonderful woman he would ever meet.

and as a few years passed, you became adam’s wife. 

he could hardly believe it, considering how dumb he was. you were like a goddess to him. beautiful in every way, even if you didn’t think so. he would always tell you how important you are to him.

you spent days upon days with him, and you would plan various things to do.

one of your favorite activities was spending a day in the warm sun, prancing in meadows and playing in creeks.

adam just adored you, sometimes he got a little embarrassed to participate because of his somewhat  ‘manly’ ego, but if you asked him to do anything, no questions, he’d do it right away.

“babe, there’s a bunch of flowers in your hair.”

he says, gently leaning forward to pick some of the succulents out of your hair. you two sat in the meadow, as adam hummed while doing so.

“what happens when we die?”

you say curiously, and adam looks at you wide eyed.

“oh, sweetness, don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘kay?”

you silently nodded, curling close to him. the sun was starting to set.

you two shifted on your backs to look at the stars, and he listened intently as you mumbled about the different constellations.

and soon, he knew when your speech got slower, and your hands stopped pointing up at the sky, you had fallen to slumber. and he follows quickly.

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and you remained close, in love for years to come.

when it came time for death, you both succumbed.

when you made it to heaven, you were there together.

he was so happy, happy he is able to spend the rest of eternity with you.

extra / if he left you for eve + lillith (angstyyy kinda?)

when you and adam got married, you knew this wouldn’t last forever. you love him, so so much, but you knew he didn’t love you fully.

and that’s just who he was, perhaps. he was always eyeing other women, thinking he was superior to you, and seemed to become a bit short tempered around you.

and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him, tears in your eyes.

and he left.

left you for eve, left her for lillith.

you knew there was no end to it, but when you became an angel, you saw just how fucked up he was.

he was even worse now, somehow, and you knew it was all his wives fault.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

research/long blabber about adam’s backstory i looked up to understand him further even after rewatching hazbin 4 times…  adam’s first wife lilith married lucifer,, lilith and adam fought (as of religious text) demons =sinners and freedom with a life in heaven =exterminations lilith = left and kinda evil? adam =first man earliest of man and kinda worst of man? (according to lol more religious text blah blah blah) uprise because lilliths singing which adam took advantage of? alastor’s master = lillith..(theory i think) OH GOD IM SO CONFUSED anyways. lilith hates subservience (willingness to obey others unquestionably) that’s why she left adam?? adam =toxic masculinity. eve left to eat the apple from lucifer ADAMS EX-wife set lillith up? or what. first human. after his wife’s? he’s EXTRENELY cocky and arrogant in charge of annual extermination of sinners (because of overpopulation) is mean because he thinks it’s hilarious, who’s gonna stop him? adam thinks no one can change, and thinks heaven and hell is a great system. basically abuses his power..  lucifer had a baby with adam’s ex-wife and is indirectly responsible for adam losing out on paradise. adam didn’t eat the fordbifden fruit which is why he acts the way he does? god complex cuz he’s firsy man. lillith was the first woman in hazbin, lilith left because adam thought higher of himself. EVE ATE THE FRUIT of knowledge! i tried to use my brain to the max to make this so I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #fanfiction #tvgirlcore #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x oc

[idanceuntilidie]

YAN DEMON X HUMAN READER X YAN ANGEL PLS SORRY I HADNT REALIZED YOU DIF ANGEL ALREADY VKVK

I hope it was okay!! it accidentally got long.. sorry pookie wookie woo damn this would make a good vn ngl

yan angel x gn reader x yan demon

tw: yandere themes and behaviours, mentions of killing

The light from the billboard always shinesBut it changed twelve times since you went away

Requests are open

“An angel sat on one shoulder, a devil on the other. Both of them wore my face.” But you are not really sure they have your face. You are not a very religious person, so you didn’t understand why they decided to bother you exactly but at least you weren’t lonely anymore. Mirui appeared first, you remember the meeting very well, hell, it gave you a heart attack. You work in a small cafe, a gem hidden in the mud. You liked it very much, your boss was nice and you even made friends with some of the people you worked with.

Well you didn’t think it was so nice and fun now, working as the cashier reminded you about the thing you dreaded. Interactions with other beings that you do not know, see for the first time and could be really fucking mean at times. Homosapiens. A woman in her mid twenties stood in front of you, waving her hands and screaming her lungs out. Your polite smile tightens as your nails dig painfully into your forearm. She found out that what she ordered was really expensive, it’s weird because there are prices next to the stuff you guys make. The woman's face flushed deep beet red in anger, and you are pretty sure she spat on you. Ew. You heard a small chuckle followed by a loud snort and laughter from your right, it startled you, but when you looked there you saw no one. After another fit of laughter you noticed a small red thing sitting on your right shoulder. A small human-like creature. It looked back at you, eyes flickering with mischief and a small full of white sharp teeth. “You should spill that coffee on her, ya know? It’s still hot, it can’t go to waste” it said Your eyes slowly went back to the screaming woman, then on the hot coffee on the counter.

To be fired or not to be fired, that is the question. Before you even got a chance to fully think this through, your boss appeared behind you and shooed you away to deal with the customer. Your boss was a savage old lady, the customer stood no chance against her. Out of sight out of mind. The small demon muttered something, disappointed, it crossed its arms and pouted. You scurried away, to the kitchen to take your mind off of things and maybe help around a bit.

Faith appeared a few weeks after Mirui did, successfully stopping you from chugging only energy drinks, spilling coffee and doing pranks on rude customers. “Do it, do it, do it, do it!” she giggled manically, clapping her hands happily. Today Mirui decided to be feminine, she sat on your right shoulder like she always did. You noticed every day she had new outfits, very revealing of course, it made you blush slightly. “Shut up, I can't focus.” “Dear child, they might fire you.” a new voice on your left stated calmly. God damn it another one. This time a painfully white angel sat on your left shoulder. He didn’t even look at you, his attention was focused on little stone tablets sitting on his lap.

“Ew who the fuck are you” Mirui spat pointing a very sharp manicured finger on the angel.

“The only rational one here” “It looks disgusting, Y/N quickly throw it off!” she grabbed your collar and shook it violently. The angel rolled its eyes and looked at her. “Stop it demon spawn, I was sent here to make sure this disgusting-” it started but when it looked at Mirui, a look of disgust appeared on its face. “Piece of work won’t do too much damage to such a pure soul, y/n leave that salt alone.” You and Mirui groaned, you will have revenge on that karen. “You suck” “Go suck dick and shut up” “Language both of you” “Ew, let’s call it Faith or Angelico or something, it’s basic- just like it” Mirui gagged. Faith went back to his stone tablets, not looking at you or the demon. Even though it wasn’t looking, you could feel how he judges you. In the end, they didn’t leave you alone. 

You wake and fall asleep to their constant bickering. You figured it’s because Mirui is a demon, and Faith is an angel. Or maybe it’s because they are so different? It makes you tired honestly. Yet their different personalities and behaviors made your life a little bit more interesting.

Faith sat on the edge of the couch, watching as Mirui did a little fashion show. You were forced to watch too,  he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t. Your eyesight got a little blurry, you were tired. Very very tired, so in the end you couldn’t help but just doze off. Mirui noticed it first, giddy as he returned to his normal size. Giggling and swinging his feet as he watched you slowly fall asleep. Carefully, he gets up to sit right next to you. He sighed dreamily as he played with you hair. Aren’t you just the cutest? Naive too, just perfect. He nuzzled against your cheek, smiling widely. He could feel how warm your body was, hell he could even smell you. Mirui covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the laughter that was slowly bubbling up.

He heard a very loud scoff from Faith and when he looked at them, they had a very unpleasant look on their face.

“What’s up?” he smiled „Jealous?”

„It’s disgusting how you cling to them when they are asleep.” Faith hissed

“Oh is the baby mad because they don’t have the balls to actually get this close?” Mirui smiled proudly, cuddling up to you even closer than possible. You stirred a bit in your sleep, your pretty face scrunching in confusion before returning to a calm state. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep on your side, only to be yanked back by his hair by Faith. “Back off, you demon scum” “Oh oh careful now or I might start to like it” “I am serious Mirui” Faith hissed, grabbing the demon's throat as they squeezed it painfully. Their touch was painful, Mirui swore he heard a small sizzling which made him hiss. “leave, they are mine and you knew that.” “fuck off, I love them more than your sorry ass does.” he said as he tried to get away from the angel.

It happened a lot, especially when you slept. None of them wanted to give you up, let the other have your love and attention which resulted in fighting. Oh how surprised you would be if you found out that those arguments were about you, and they didn’t just appear out of thin air. Hell they have known you way before you even noticed their existence. Always there, in the background, watching, listening, admiring. Mirui was first to approach, thinking that Faith would eventually back off, and then he wouldn’t need to kill them, but they didn’t. 

And Faith, well, at first they didn’t know about Mirui, but when he eventually wanted to meet you he saw that little red slut sitting on your shoulder whispering sins. Oh their poor sweetheart, tainted and tortured by a monster. He decided to watch for a bit then appear as your savior.Now both of them are stuck being next to each other almost all the time, none of them would give up though. They will stay by your side.

Your eyes slowly open to see a white and red blob strangling each other. Your face twists into a frown, before sighing and going back to sleep.

#yan angel #yan demon #x reader #male yandere #female yandere #gn yandere #yanderes #yandere #tw yandere #oc yandere #yandere x darling #yandere blog #yandere oc #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yanderes x gn reader #mooties

[roeiswriting]

Let’s talk about Jamie Tartt:

The evolution of Jamie Tartt throughout Ted Lasso is a masterclass on writing a character who in the simplest words possible is beautifully human.

A statement which may seem obvious before you really get into it.

Jamie Tartt being introduced as the selfish, one in a million star in the making destined for greatness modelled after the likes of Jack Grealish is a genius play from the writers because those who grew up with football and even those who are using the show as an introduction are familiar with this stereotype throughout sports.

They had a surface model which they could have kept as that but they didn’t.

From him warming up to the team, to Ted, only to be sent back to Man City where Ted sees the aggression from his father and the sadness and stress it brings Jamie to the opposite moment of the smile on Jamie’s face when reading the note from Ted that reads “way to make the pass” you as the viewer find yourself warming up to Tartt as he himself progresses.

It’s not about pity or excuses, it’s about socialisation and learning why humans behave the way they do. Jamie is unlearning traits he adopted to try and protect himself from his father and try to live up to the impossible standard that he holds for him.

The beauty of the writing is that nothing introduced about Jamie’s life and true personality is making excuses for his behaviour. The show relies on simply introducing people into his life, in this case namely the titular Ted Lasso, to hold him accountable for his actions whilst believing that he is, at his core, a good person.

Season 2 Jamie, the moment where Roy hugs him after the Man City match is the turning point in Jamie allowing himself to fully feel the anger for his father because at this point it’s established that he wants to be a better person, it’s solidified by Roy, his childhood hero who he had posters off on his walls, is the one to comfort him.

Season 3 Jamie is a whole other level with many fans saying he’s the best character in the show. The empathy and patience that Tartt shows in this season, the proof that he is continuing to mature into a good person because he was finally surrounded by love instead of hate.

Number 24 for England: Jamie Tartt

In honour of Sam Obisanya who is being unfairly blocked from the Nigerian national team he adorns the number 24, the same number Obisanya wears proudly for Richmond. In the same episode we see him give Roy the England shirt he wore when he played, just with his own Jamie Twist of course (iykyk).

Jamie was a dick, he still is a dick, that’s the point. He is cocky but it’s not mean anymore, it’s not out of fear or because he’s putting on a facade, it’s mostly jokey but he still knows how good he is and that cockiness is now endearing and fun instead of intimidating or off putting. The best example is season 3 episode 9 when he asks Sam for the Captains arm band just to be flipped off (which was comedic genius).

The character of Jamie Tartt is phenomenally written, and is outstandingly played by the amazing Phil Dunster (who should absolutely be in the running for an Emmy come on now).

With the synopsis for Season 3, Episode 11 placing Richmond back at Man City with Roy and Keeley worrying for Jamie’s well-being it’s hard to predict what may happen. If potentially his dad resurfaces, maybe even memories coming back to Jamie now that he’s opened up to Roy a little bit about his childhood, or something else entirely.

Jamie Tartt is kind, he can be understanding, he may open up and drop his mask when you don’t expect it, and he will do whatever he can to show the ones he loves just how much he loves them even if he doesn’t say those exact words.

Jamie Tartt is flawed, he can be arrogant, he may say something he really shouldn’t have, and he messes up oh god does he mess up but…

At the end of the day Jamie Tartt is a character who embodies humanity, and that’s what makes him so loved.

(Reminder to support the WGA strikes because without the brilliant writers we wouldn’t have the media we love to indulge in 🫶)

#jamie tartt #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #phil dunster #afc richmond

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Two for One: Chapter Four

Neighbor!Dave York x F!Reader x Human!Max Phillips

Series Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pre-vampire Max, pre-Equalizer 2 Dave, familial drama and angst, mentions of drug use/abuse, alcoholism!, stalking (don’t do it), voyeurism (so so much), invasions of privacy, mutual masturbation, sexting, oral (m receiving), dom!Dave, soft!Dave, dom!Max, softish!Max, public sex, work sex, some fluff, maybe?, SEA OTTERS!, murder, poison, asphyxiation, let me know if I forgot anything, watch me make up stuff about an aquarium I’ve never been to and also poison.

Word Count: 7,700+

Notes: Sorry this took forever because my brain is dumb. I just want to thank all of you for being so patient. I love you and hope you have a wonderful 2024. 💜 Enjoy and feel free to leave me feedback if you wish! 😊

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You make Max exchange phone numbers as he’s leaving your apartment.

“No more showing up uninvited,” you reprimand him, the heel of your palm planted firmly between his shoulder and sternum as you push him into the corridor of your building, “I mean it.”

He cocks his head to one side, lopsided smirk twisting his lips, forehead wrinkling as he lifts his brows, pausing. He’s staring at your still very much flushed and sweaty face. “You sure about that, doll?”

Your skin heats even more. You hate to admit that his smarmy defiance arouses you in ways that it shouldn’t.

“Max. If we’re going to keep whatever this is ongoing, I’m going to need some compliance here. For my privacy.”

Max’s smirk only grows wider and he beams at you, his gaze sliding down your face to your lips, hands raised in surrender. “You mean so I don’t cross paths with him, is that it?” he asks, quirking one of his brows to the side, knowing you’re fully cognizant who he’s talking about. “Fine.”

“Tell me you’re not bullshitting,” you retort.

“Woman,“ Max begins, wagging a finger at you, “I assure you that I am in no way being deceitful.”

He hasn’t wiped that shit eating grin off his face the entire time he’s been standing in front of you, either.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Scout’s honor?” you press.

“Scout’s honor,” he replies, lifting his hand in a mocking salute.

You sigh and shove him back another step, his back almost flush with your neighbor’s door.

“Goodbye, Max,” you snip, turning to go back to the comfort of your apartment, when that gnawing southern upbringing decides to make a re-emergence once more, and you remember your manners.

With a sigh, you turn to give him one last glance, your visage softening in its regard. “Thank you, by the way. For the drink.” And you mean it, even if it’s likely all melted and weeping on the table by now.

You almost think you see his own features grow a shade softer, and before you can dwell on it, he’s suddenly shifting back into your space.

Your initial instinct is to flinch, to shove him away, because after Dave and him in a single day, your poor fucked out pussy can’t handle anymore punishment.

But he doesn’t grope or manhandle you. Max’s arms grapple you into a snug embrace, his hot breath fanning over your neck. It’s uncharacteristically soft for Max to show this level of affection and you would hug him back if he wasn’t clamping your arms to your sides.

“Thank you,” he whispers, keeping you ensnared for a few lingering moments before releasing you and taking a step back.

“Yeah… no problem,” you offer awkwardly, because what else do you say to that? “I’ll see you around. I work tomorrow, opening to two.”

Max nods, his usual crooked smirk making a reappearance. “See you then.”

“And hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to my coworkers. It’s the least you could do,” you remind him.

His smirk doesn’t fade, tongue swabbing the inside of his cheek. “I’ll do my best.”

You snort and shake your head, watching as he disappears down the stairwell.

——

After Max leaves, you spend the remainder of the afternoon and evening wallowing around your apartment, watching bad reality television and trying not to think about… well, anything, pouring yourself some vodka with whatever mixers you can scrounge up until your brain mellows to a welcome numbness.

You order take out for dinner because, fuck saving money at this point. Proceeding the earlier conversation with your mom, you aren’t even sure why you’re trying to get back to Texas anymore.

It’s far easier having several states between you, even if you do miss your grandmother and have a wicked hankering for some barbecue right about now.

You check Facebook periodically anyway, not at all surprised to see your mother asking for prayers and attention from all the faceless online entities because she did not receive the validation she sought from you.

You grumble and toss your phone down every time you read a new ‘woe is me’ comment from your mother and you wonder why you’re even torturing yourself like this.

Belly full of chow mein, you settle down into your bed for the remainder of the evening to distract yourself with some mind numbing television to go along with the buzz you’re feeling.

When your phone lights up, you sigh in indignation, expecting a text from your mother as you swipe open to the notifications.

Much to your delight, it isn’t your mother, and you let out the breath you realize you’ve been holding in.

Dave: Hey, you.

You smile. Relief washes over you as heat simultaneously slithers its way up your spine.

Dave decides to change to split screen, one side with the recorded footage and the other side with the current feed, and he watches as you smile at your phone, steadily stroking himself, his phone vibrating your response a few seconds later.

You: Hey, you. 😜

You: I was beginning to wonder if you’d made it to VA

Dave: Yeah. Long day.

Dave: You made it worth it, though.

You: Doubt that

That makes him chuckle. He knows you know that to not be true.

He continues to stare at you, your gaze glued to your phone as you await his reply. You’re sitting up in bed now, back against the wall, wearing a different but equally revealing top than the thin camisole you had on earlier, blanket pooling in your lap.

The veins in his dick pulse when he ponders if you’re wearing any pants under the covers, and his eyes flick back to the recording of Max eating you out, a soft, breathy moan escaping his lips. The pleasure on your face is telling.

Dave: You do, huh?

Dave: Maybe I should show you, then.

You bite your lip at his response, quickly punching in your reply and hitting send.

You: Aren’t you supposed to be spending time with your kids?

Dave: they’re in bed. It’s late.

His head lifts from the monitor momentarily—only as long as necessary—taking his headphones off to listen for any sounds of wakefulness from the bedroom. When he finds there is none, he turns his attention back to you, freeing himself from his sweats, tugging them down to his knees.

He quickly snaps and sends a photo of his rigid cock, colored a deep shade of mauve at the head, hand fisted at the base, dark curls peeking out from underneath his palm.

You swallow, your walls tightening and mouth watering at the mere sight of it, breath puffing softly past your lips. And you’re almost surprised how turned on you still are, despite the events of the past two days.

Max is just a phone call away, you tell yourself, quickly squashing that thought right out of your brain just as quickly as it arrives. You’d hate to risk having him spend the night with you. Besides, you should probably give yourself a break.

You: Jesus, Dave.

Dave: All for you, baby

Dave: This is what you do to me. I was hard almost the entire way here.

Dave: What are you doing?

You snicker through your nose at the sudden shift in conversation, deciding to play along anyway. Going back to the picture every so often to admire it.

You: Watching TV

Dave: Anything good?

You: Just reruns of 1,000 Lb. Sisters. It’s a good show, you should watch it

Dave: I would watch it with you if I was there.

Dave: if I could keep my hands off of you

Dave: Touch yourself.

You laugh when the conversation takes yet another rapid turn, but you barely give it a second thought the moment you feel your clit throb with need, firing off a response to Dave before breaching the band of your panties with your fingers.

You: Yes sir

Dave: good girl

Dave drags his tongue along his plump lower lip when he sees your hand disappear beneath the covers, his eyes darkening with lust.

Dave: show me

You throw the blanket back and he’s pleased as punch to see you’re only wearing panties. He watches intently as you shuck them off and toss them to the floor.

You open the camera app on your phone and begin recording, doing your best to get the shot right but it’s difficult to see much from your perspective. You take the video anyway.

Breathing softly, you slide two fingers between your folds and sink them into your entrance as far as you can manage, which isn’t enough and will never be enough compared to Dave or Max, before dragging them back out again to display the shiny coating of arousal on your digits for the camera.

You save the video and send it to Dave immediately.

Dave: Fuck

Dave: Can you get a different angle? I need to see it

He almost tells you to prop your phone up on the window sill by the bed, but he doesn’t want to risk you somehow finding out he’s watching you. It’s possible you would think nothing of it, since he has seen the inside of your apartment now, but he’d prefer not to take the chance.

You frown and stop touching yourself, looking around the room in consideration before scooting on your knees over to the window to prop the phone against the pane of glass.

You hit record and maneuver into position, spreading, lifting your eyes to make sure everything is in frame. Shockingly, it is, and this new angle is so visual and obscene that even your OB/GYN would be impressed.

You record a short video of your fingers circling your clit, letting out a soft, salacious moan.

You still feel very much used from Dave and Max in a single day, but you make sure to keep your own touches as light as possible.

You record about ten seconds of yourself and send it to Dave.

Dave: Fuck

Dave: Need to fuck that little pussy full of me

Dave: We’re getting you an IUD and I’m paying for it

Dave: Fuck

His eyes move back to the side with you and Max, at which point you’re cumming on Max’s face, and Dave’s balls tighten with longing. He remembers exactly how you taste when you hit your high, and his mouth waters in remembrance.

Any jealousy he feels is immediately snuffed out by how much he wants you. How much he needs you.

You: I can pay for it

You: [video]

He’s so distracted by watching Max making you cum, his hand pumping himself more rapidly, that he doesn’t realize you were recording again. Your fingers swirl your bud faster, your hips twitching and coming up from the mattress.

Dave: Jesus

Dave: It will be well worth the money to see my cum dripping out of that tight little hole

You: such things you say, Dave

He smirks.

Dave: use a toy

You: How do you know I have one?

Dave: dirty fucking sluts like you always have toys

Dave: do what I say

Arousal floods your core when Dave’s true colors bleed through, even over text. You can practically see his brow pulling into a hard, dark line; see the way his lips curve ever so slightly into a sadistic and hungry smirk.

You don’t dawdle, leaning crossways over your bed to retrieve your favorite toy from your bedside drawer — you have a few accumulated from your time with Jonathan, since he never got you off — a vibrator with a curve at the end for optimal g-spot stimulation.

You: yes sir

You: [video]

You: is this sufficient

Dave receives a video of you clicking on the toy and sliding it teasingly along your slick and swollen labia, pausing periodically at your clit, your moans quiet yet lewd. All for him.

Dave: fuck. Gonna have to fuck you with the toy in you like that

You: I look forward to it sir

Your words send a rush of heat through Dave as his vision subconsciously slips back over to the side with you and Max, who’s now railing into you from behind like a jack hammer, and he damn near cums on that image alone.

He wanted to kill Max for how he had treated you. But now, watching Max bring you pleasure, and how much you appear to be enjoying it, he can’t stop his thoughts from wandering. Would you let both men inside you at the same time? Would you like it?

Would Max take orders from him like a good boy?

That last thought admittedly gives Dave pause and he shakes it from his mind. He had done things in the military, sure, most of the men had, missing their wives and girlfriends. But that was a side of him he hadn’t acknowledged in years, and he shoves it down to the furthest recesses of his brain, returning his focus to you.

Dave: good girl. Now put in and make yourself cum for me

You slide the toy past your opening with little effort, and you’re so worked up it takes almost no time at all before you’re chanting his name. Dave watches, transfixed, pupils dilated and jaw slack, eyes drifting back and forth between the two images on the screen, a cry departing your lips as you reach peak.

You: [video]

You: Mmm wish it was you making me cum though

Almost like serendipity, you cum on the recorded footage at almost the exact same moment as he witnesses it in real time. He can’t hold himself back any longer, and he barely has time to pull his phone back out to record before he’s shooting like a geyser all over his hand and lower abdomen, thick and milky spend dribbling down the backs of his knuckles.

Dave: Fuck

Dave: [video]

Dave: wish this was all over your fucking face instead

You sigh and fall back, panting, opening the last text with a satisfied grin painting your lips as you watch Dave spill down his hand.

You: Rather it inside of me

You place the phone down and crawl off the bed to go clean yourself and your toy in the bathroom, smiling to yourself.

Several states away, Dave heads to the bathroom in his hotel suite to do the same.

But as the high starts to dissipate, your trepidation inexplicably returns, twisting like a knife in your gut. You like Dave. Probably a little too much. And you shouldn’t. Because the day will come when he hurts you, just like Jonathan did.

You do your best to swallow down your doubt and finish cleaning yourself up, traipsing back into the main room to retrieve your panties and slip them back on.

A new text message lights up your phone.

Dave: Soon.

Dave: Can I call you?

Dave sees you sigh and chew at your lip, one of your hands coming up to the back of your neck. You seem unsure.

Your anxiety triggers his own, making him worry if he’s moving too quickly for you.

You: Sure

Now clad only in his sweats, Dave takes in a prolonged breath, hitting the call button. It rings twice before you answer.

“Hi,” you answer quietly.

“Hi,” Dave returns and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Thank you for that. I needed it after today…”

He switches off the recorded footage and goes back to watching just you. You.

You’ve already moved back under the covers, snuggling up with your back facing the window, one arm drawn up under your chin.

“You’re welcome,” you reply after a beat. “I needed it too.”

Oddly enough, you did, despite how many times you’ve already cum today, which was a welcome end to a stressful day.

That makes Dave grin, and he feels a pang of want as he wishes he were there to hold you in his arms, to feel your back pressed up against his chest.

“I miss you,” he confesses with a soft, nervous chuckle. His change in demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by you — a man of dual natures, an enigma. “Wish you were here.”

He chastises himself silently for saying too much, but it’s true.

You swallow down the coiling anxiety you feel.

“Yeah. That would be great,” you proffer gently. You change the subject as seamlessly as you can. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

He notices, but doesn’t point it out. “Taking the girls to the aquarium.”

You actually do soften at that. You always loved visiting the aquarium as a kid.

“Oh, how fun! I love aquariums. I know there’s one here… I’ve never been.”

“I’ll take you sometime,” Dave suggests. “We’ll make it a date.”

Your skin heats and you take your welling emotions and stamp them down as deep as you can. “Yeah.”

“What is your favorite marine animal?” Dave randomly asks.

“What, why?”

“Curious.”

You think it over for a moment. “Sharks,” you reply, “I like sharks.”

You hear him chuckle. “Figured you for more of a sea otter type.”

“Sea otters? Do explain, Dave.”

Although you can’t see it, he shrugs. He’s still watching you, fixated on the way your fingers fidget with the covers.

“Women usually like the cute sea animals. And sea otters are cute,” he says.

“Because I’m a woman, I’m not allowed to like things that aren’t, by your definition, ‘cute’? That’s sort of sexist, don’t you think?”

He lets out a quiet laugh. “You’re right. My bad.”

“Your bad? Well, what is your favorite sea animal, then?” you press.

“… Sea otters,” Dave answers without any additional thought, and you can’t control the burst of laughter that erupts from you. It makes his heart vibrate with affection hearing the joy in your voice and watching the way your nose crinkles when you smile.

“Oh, fuck off!” you tease, and he can’t help but laugh along with you.

“You need to go to bed,” you tell him as soon as the laughter dies down.

“What if I’d rather stay up all night talking to you?” he counters.

“Then I imagine tomorrow will really suck,” you quip back.

“It will be worth it.”

“Dave,” you begin in a more earnest tone, “I have work in the morning. Early. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Talk…masturbate mutually. Either way.

Your buzz is starting to wear off. Dave sees you rub at your eyes as you reach for your cigarette pack with the other, lighting it up and taking a long drag.

He knows you’re guarded and he supposes he understands why. He hopes you’ll let your walls down sooner than later.

“Okay,” he sighs in resignation. “But I’ll be thinking about you all day tomorrow.”

You tap the growing head of ash against the edge of the empty plant tray you’ve been using as a makeshift ash tray.

“Me too. Goodnight. Have fun tomorrow, alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll try,” Dave replies honestly, and you exchange your goodbyes before hanging up.

He continues to watch you. And not just until you’ve finished your cigarette or gotten out of bed to — presumably — have one final pee.

He watches you plug up your phone and set your alarm. He even watches you as you curl into a fetal position, clutching one of your extra pillows against your torso, and he wishes it was him instead.

Soon, he reminds himself.

He doesn’t stop watching until he’s sure you’re completely asleep. And even then he lingers, only stopping when one of the girls — his youngest, Alice — rouses from sleep in absolute hysterics, loud enough to wake the dead. Something she had started doing around the start of the divorce process.

He sighs, slipping back into dad mode, swiping a hand over his sleep weary face as he shuts his laptop down and heads to the bedroom.

——

Like clockwork, Max is at The Beanery around 7:30 AM for his morning caffeine fix.

You’re grateful that it’s slow and that Audrey and Vincent are in the back room folding boxes and chattering away about god only knows what. Almost like you’d planned it that way. Like you gave them each monotonous side work on purpose.

You knew Audrey was working today and you wanted to stave off the inevitability of admission that you don’t really have the power to ban Max as long as you could. Or resist him, for that matter.

You’re also grateful that Audrey was able to hide your hickies and bruises using the expensive foundation she brought to work just for you, at your insistence, with the incentive that she could leave two hours early with pay today. A decision that would probably bite you in the ass later.

You didn’t tell her who or what they were from and she didn’t ask.

You receive a text from Dave mere moments before the chimes hanging over the door signal Max’s arrival, causing your blood to heat and your skin to pebble.

It’s an image of Dave in a steamy bathroom, fully nude, hand curled around the base of his stiffened cock, with the caption: Wish you were here

You respond with a very underwhelming selfie in your work cap and apron, to which he replies almost immediately: You’re fucking adorable

You can’t help the heat that crawls up your cheeks.

You slip your phone back into your apron and start cleaning the espresso machine when Max traipses in, strolling up to the counter like he owns the place.

Or like he owns you, more like it.

“Morning,” you greet, and the remaining traces of your flustered state swell once again the moment you see Max in his primped and tailored three piece, donning a flashy paisley red tie. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him not adorned in a suit, aside from when he’s naked.

“Your usual?” you query, starting on his Americano before he even has a chance to respond.

“Morning,” Max parrots, smirking as his eyes bore into you. “And add whatever you want for yourself, sweetheart.”

He’s certainly starting off early today, isn’t he?

“That isn’t necessary,” you say.

“It wasn’t a suggestion,” he tuts and slams his card down in front of you. When you go to retrieve it, he reaches out to grip your wrist gently, and your eyes snap up to meet his.

He can see the affect he’s already having on you just by proximity alone, his cock already growing rigid in his pants.

“Thanks,” you squeak out and ring up Max’s drink and yours with your free hand, running the card and handing it back to him.

“Good girl,” he purrs in a rich timbre. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”

And he really couldn’t. He doesn’t oft have a habit of bringing women to his place, opting for theirs or someplace else instead, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed, waking up next to him that morning so he could make you sing his praises first thing.

“Let me get your drink…” you tell him, attempting to take a step away, but his grip on your wrist holds true, tightening infinitesimally, thumb circling your pulse point.

Max leans forward, a single elbow rested on the countertop. “Or,” he suggests, his voice low and barely an octave above a whisper, “you can meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.”

His eyes flash and he releases you, shooting you a stilted grin before heading to the small bathroom in the corner.

At first, all you can do is gape in disbelief, your jaw slack. Did Max Phillips really just come into your place of business and ask you to meet him in the bathroom?

You turn to listen to the sounds coming from the back room; Audrey and Vincent seem to be prattling on about something, oblivious.

You sigh and resign yourself to curiosity, to self torture, checking to see that the coast is clear.

“Hey, Vince, listen for the front, please. I… I’ll be right back,” you call out and take in another prolonged breath.

“10-4, dinosaur!” Vince chimes back and you roll your eyes, rounding the corner of the counter and heading over to the bathroom.

As you approach, the door swings open and Max pulls you inside before you can even reach for the handle.

He barely gives you time to react before he’s locking the door and crowding into you, pushing you back against the wall and pinning you as his hips grind your thigh hard. He starts to grab at you, everywhere, pawing at your clothes, your body. His mouth finds your neck and when his teeth start to bear down, you protest weakly.

He doesn’t listen; or maybe he’s just so overwhelmed with his desire to be inside of you that he’s lost any semblance of composure.

It doesn’t take you long to realize you don’t want to do this here. Not at work and not when your body needs a break, still so sore and overwrought from the last couple of days, and you attempt to push him away. He only pushes right back, unwilling to hear your pleas, because he thinks it’s what you would want.

“Max,” you groan and you feel your resolve slipping although you shouldn’t, “not here.”

“Come on baby,” Max growls, gently nipping at your earlobe, “let me inside of you.”

He pins your arms above your head at the wrists with one of his hands while the other begins to undo your belt, moving swiftly, his breathing desperate and heady.

He hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind for two whole days and pining over a woman isn’t something Max Phillips does.

Your resolve is rapidly waning and just about gone, arousal welling up within you. But with your last remaining shred of dignity, you’re able to shove him away and grit out, “Max, lavender,” your safe word.

Part of you expects to be ignored regardless, as Max has a habit of doing whatever the fuck he wants, and what you suspect to be very few morals. To your surprise, however, he does stop.

He releases you and takes a tentative step back, lips parted, hurt and uncertainty twisting his features. With nothing to say, at least for a few brief seconds.

His eyes meet yours and he lifts his hands in surrender, a frown creasing his brows. “Fine. That’s fine. I just figured since you came in here…”

“Max, shut up,” you say as you step towards him and you’re the one undoing his belt this time, positioning him with his back to the sink. “I just didn’t wanna— I mean, I want a break, but let me just… do this instead,” you further explain as you successfully get everything undone, sinking to your knees in front of him.

Understanding settles over Max and he nods, eyes growing a shade darker as he watches you finagle his slacks and boxers down, hardening cock springing free after a moment.

Of course none of the tile on the floor is even, so you have to adjust slightly to prevent the edges from digging into your knees and make yourself more comfortable, your hands sliding down Max’s thighs as you look up at him through your lashes.

He gently places a palm atop your head, fingers curling into your hair. “That’s it, doll. Be my good girl, now.”

He has to stifle the loud moan that reverberates from his lungs as you spit directly onto his shaft and grip him in your fist to begin slowly jacking him off, swiping the flat of your tongue up his length, his entire body vibrating.

You pause at the head, circling it, lapping at the pearl of precum that collects at the slit. He grasps your hair with a firmer hold, tugging at the roots.

“Don’t be a… fucking tease… or I’ll fuck you anyway,” he warns and in spite of yourself, you moan, and almost break.

You grin to yourself and take him deeper into your mouth, still holding him steady with one hand at the base as you adjust to his size, slowly pistoning your head forward and back.

“That’s it. Ohhh yes, good girl, sweetheart, good girl,” Max pants softly.

You slide your tongue along the underside of his dick, pausing at the fold of skin at the head as you rock forward, causing his hips to shudder and you eventually bottom out.

He grunts and grips the back of your neck, holding you flush against his groin, the dark and manicured thatch of hair tickling at your nose.

You can smell and taste the soap he uses; woodsy and light, nothing over the top nor underwhelming, but he’s as clean and well groomed as you would expect a pretentious man like Max to be.

He releases you when your eyes start to water and you murmur a noise of protest, allowing you to take a short break for air.

“Come now, darling, you can do better than that,” he notes with a small pout.

You nod in agreement and wet your lips, placing your hands on his hips as you take him back into your mouth and his head rolls back with a sigh, hands going to either side of your face.

You bottom out again and manage to hold better this time, hollowing out your cheek bones and breathing through your nostrils, relaxing your jaw and throat as you do so.

“Good girl… good… fucking girl,” he praises, nary louder than a whisper, running his fingertips along your scalp.

You tremble at the attention, moaning as you taste more precum dribbling onto your tongue, bobbing your head faster—as fast as you can—to get the job done as expeditiously as possible.

He groans and grasps your cheeks tighter, stilling your movements, holding you exactly where he wants you, and without any prior warning, starts rutting into your mouth.

“That’s right, that’s right… you can take it, can’t you? You can take it,” he growls, and there’s little else you can do but let him use your body as he wishes.

You can get the job done quickly but Max can get it done faster, knowing you’re on a time crunch.

You slacken your muscles as much as you can, as much as your body will allow, breathing through your nose and trying not to gag, especially considering you can feel and hear him nearing his release.

He starts to sputter what mostly sounds like nonsense words to you, gripping your cheeks and neck tightly in his large hands, rutting into your mouth with wreckless abandon and all you can do is sit there with the uneven tile digging into your tender knees and take it, letting go of his thighs to find purchase on the vanity behind him.

Finally, his hips begin to catch and then eventually seize, and with a low, guttural growl he spills hot and thick into your mouth, and you accept everything he has to offer you, swallowing it all with ease.

“Good girl… good girl…” he puffs, chanting your name softly on his tongue.

You milk him of every last feasible drop and a line of spittle connects you as you pull away, bringing your hand up to swipe at your mouth and breaking the string in the process.

He’s still panting as he helps you to your feet; you move to step to the sink so you can clean your face and rinse out your mouth. Without warning, Max grabs you once more, different than only a moment ago, ensnaring you in another tight hug and pushing you against the wall.

“Max… hey—“

He hasn’t even pulled his pants up yet. He squeezes you, lips ghosting over your skin as he presses his nose to the soft space between your neck and skull, inhaling your scent. And just… holds you like that, in an embrace, not at all dissimilar to yesterday.

“Thank you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you’re once again struck with his sporadic shift in demeanor.

“Uhh… you’re welcome,” you reply and he breaks the hug, a single hand coming up to cradle your jaw, thumb dragging your bottom lip as he stares at it, contemplative and fixated.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor?” Max asks.

“Um… no… I need to clean up and get back out there,” you explain, causing his hand to drop from your face.

“Yeah. Yeah, right,” he says, almost appearing crestfallen — almost — as he tucks himself and his shirt back into his work slacks, buckling his belt and giving himself a cursory once over in the mirror.

You turn away and ignore him as you smooth down your clothes, splash some water over your face and rinse out your mouth and when you’ve determined you don’t look super fucked out, you confirm with Max that you’re each composed enough, giving him one last glance as you step out.

You feel fingertips against the small of your back, almost like he wants one last point of contact with you before you have to go back to the real world.

And what you both step into is a sea of chaos, the lobby now bustling with people needing their various morning addictions, and you cast Audrey and Vincent an apologetic glance as you rush over to assist them.

God, you really need a cigarette and a stiff drink.

They pass each other a look when they see you and Max coming out of the bathroom together and you inwardly sigh because you had hoped you could keep all of this on the down low. Well, that plan was pretty much out the window now. And there was no saving it.

Max stands to one side and waits patiently as you rush through making his drink, passing it to him when you’re done and your skin burning as you feel his gaze dwelling on you one last time before he dips out for the day.

The rush stays steady for about an hour and you’re actually kind of thankful for it, as it helps to keep your focus off of everything that’s happened recently.

——

You’re walking home when your phone buzzes with a new text.

You take in a breath and fish your phone from your purse, hoping it isn’t your mother. Wishing it isn’t her. She had already texted you earlier that day to let you know Garrett was out of jail, no thanks to you, and you made a point of ignoring it.

You expect another dramatic text from your mother as you’re opening your phone, but you’re relieved to see it’s from Dave this time, thank god.

You open the text to see an image of Dave crouched down in front of the jaws of a rather large shark, Alice perched on his knee and Mollie standing to one side, all three of them smiling for the camera. You try not to let the sweetness and normalcy of it affect you, and you can hardly believe that this is the same man who had practically broke you and stitched you back together multiple times.

You: looks fun

A few minutes later you receive more texts, popping up as you get close to your apartment’s wifi. The first is a video of the girls in front of a shark tank, babbling at a nurse shark, and then a second video of a reef shark swimming overhead in a tunnel, with the caption: sharks for you

You: Cool. I love them! See any sea otters?

Dave: no 🙁 But we saw penguins! 😍

You cover your mouth with your hand as you snicker at his reply, typing in a quick response.

You: Penguins? How feminine.

Dave: Okay smartass

You: Just dishing out some of what you were serving last night, Dave

Dave: Watch it, sweetheart, or you’ll really see what I can dish out when I get home

You: Promise? 😜

As you enter your apartment building and Dave texts back with I would love nothing more, you try to keep reminding yourself you aren’t falling for him.

——

With the girls dropped off safely with Carol, at the house which is still in his name, that he still pays for, Dave shoots you a quick text before pulling away.

Dave: I’ll be back in town in a day or two. I have a work thing

He fishes out a burner phone and punches in the address for your ex, Jonathan, who lives on Long Island. Which is good — perfect, really — as it’s en route back to Boston. A quick rendezvous there to take him out and then straight home. Or what he could consider his home, nowadays.

You make it feel like home to him.

The hit shouldn’t take long. It was an ideal situation, if he was being honest. The woman Jonathan had left you for had pulled the same trick on him as he had on you, leaving him high and dry after he had up and moved states, and now he lived alone in a small garage apartment at the back of a property that was flanked on all sides by woods.

Perfect.

He would be arriving long after nightfall, and he would bide his time in the woods until it was late enough to slip in and out undetected.

Dave did not care that Jonathan really wasn’t a bad person, aside from being the asshole who broke your heart. He couldn’t give two shits, really. He only wanted to take retribution for Jonathan’s slights against you, on your behalf, because you were too kind and gentle to do it yourself.

As he pulls onto the highway to begin his journey north, he can’t get your beautiful face out of his mind.

——

It turns out Jonathan is a night owl.

Dave has been in the trees at the perimeter of the property for hours. A single window at the back of the apartment shines a pale yellow, denoting lingering wakefulness from his mark. It’s the only available illumination aside from a lone street lamp near the front of the property.

And aside from his phone. He’s been watching you off and on all night, to pass the time. You’re alone, and have been for days now. You haven’t had Max — or anyone else for that matter — in your bed since the last encounter, which means you stopped seeing Max entirely or you had simply taken to fucking elsewhere. Max’s apartment?

He isn’t sure which, yet.

Currently, Jonathan is getting stoned and painting. Dave is far from being an art expert, but even from his vantage he can see the strokes on the canvas are broad and messy; calling it abstract would be a stretch. Infantile, maybe. He couldn’t have been the artist of the painting you have hanging in your apartment—the style and technique just wasn’t right.

He wonders, not for the first time, if you were a gifted artist as well as being a gifted writer.

Jonathan orders a pizza at 9:09 PM and it’s delivered at exactly 10:00 PM. He spends an hour eating, his motor skills slowed due to being so fried, attempting to masturbate after that — much to Dave’s abject disgust — gives up, and goes back to painting.

Dave can feel his patience growing thinner by the second. You’ve already retired to bed so he no longer has anything to occupy his mind as he waits. He would prefer to strike while Jonathan is sleeping, but it’s either now or never; anything close to daybreak would be too risky.

Given up on being discreet, he slinks like a cat out of the woods at around 12:30 AM, head on a constant swivel, gun holstered at his hip in case he needs it. He’s hoping he doesn’t.

He’s opted for the more difficult to trace route as the actual means of execution — a syringe with 100mg of potassium chloride, the same drug used in prisons — tucked away neatly in the pocket of his black hoodie.

The nearer Dave draws to the apartment, the louder the indie rock music Jonathan is blaring becomes, a band Dave doesn’t recognize. That’s a good thing, though, it will work in his favor when he picks the lock at the front of the building, arguably the riskiest part of this entire mission, due to its proximity to the street.

He reaches the second story landing and pulls his lock picking kit from said hoodie, adjusting the black beanie away from his eyes as he finds the right tools. He manipulates them into the lock, ear pressed to the thin door so he can better hear what he’s doing.

The music continues, and so far as Dave can tell, he hasn’t been detected.

He pops the lock within minutes and the door slowly shimmies open, his hand going to his hip on instinct as he pushes the door the rest of the way with the toe of his boot.

He’s met with a short entryway that veers off to a dimly lit living room. So far, Jonathan hasn’t noticed him. He’s on another planet entirely—exactly where Dave wants him. Thank god for brain altering substances.

Dave stalks forward and soon arrives at the opening of the main living space which is littered with various articles of trash and other clutter, skillfully dodging as much as he can so as to not alert his presence, or give detectives anything to go on.

What he finds is Jonathan hunched in front of a canvas, paintbrush perched between nimble fingers, painting god knows what, because Dave sure can’t tell, his back facing him. The sheer abundance of luck at his mark being in such a vulnerable and unawares position is so goddamn sexy Dave can hardly keep his dick in check at the presentation.

But even with Jonathan being as preoccupied as he is, it would be imprudent to dawdle, so he doesn’t.

He quickly closes the space between the two of them, one arm coiling like a large python around Jonathan’s throat and the other disabling his limbs.

Jonathan looses a low bellow, most of which is drowned out by the music and the reduced flow of oxygen to his lungs, nearly knocking over the easel the canvas sits on in his rush of panic, but thankfully does not. In Dave’s experience working cases for the CIA, signs of struggle are often harder to hide than one would think.

He attempts to fight back, body trying to twist away, but Dave is larger, stronger and more experienced in disarming than Jonathan is in fighting…well, anything…so it isn’t as difficult as Dave had feared it would be.

It isn’t exactly a cake walk either, and Dave knows he needs to get him to the ground as soon as possible to fully disable him, arm tightening around Jonathan’s throat as he wrestles the smaller man to the floor. He puts Jonathan in a sleeper hold, adding a second arm for leverage and bringing a leg up to ensnare his lower half.

“Just let it happen. Let it happen and it will be easier,” Dave grits against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fight me.”

He doesn’t listen, of course, hellbent on breaking the grapple, and failing. That pesky self preservation always did aggravate Dave as much as it excited him.

Jonathan’s vision starts to blot away, music fading to a low and persistent hum, his body finally giving in to the asphyxiation now that the adrenaline was a fleeting thing.

This is exactly what Dave needed to happen, and as he feels Jonathan’s body growing slack in his clutches, he removes the syringe from his pocket, biting the lid off and grasping it between his teeth as he readies the needle.

It isn’t hard to find a vein due to Jonathan’s heightened sense of agitation and panic, inserting the needle into the soft flesh of his neck and sinking the plunger before he can struggle away, flooding his bloodstream with the full dose of potassium chloride.

Within moments, attempts to free himself devolve to little more than faint body tremors, and Dave doesn’t release him until his body has fallen completely motionless and limp in his arms.

He checks Jonathan’s pulse a moment later and when he’s satisfied he’s gone, he drags the corpse to the recliner on the opposite end of the room, manipulating him into a position that makes it appear as if Jonathan succumbed to cardiac arrest.

Once done, he finds Jonathan’s cellphone and begins to thumb through the recent calls and text messages.

He finds you in there, as well as a string of messages to you begging your forgiveness and for your return, which have gone wholly unanswered by you. Dave smiles to himself. You must have blocked him after the breakup. Good.

He knows there’s a very real chance cops will question you regardless. But Dave decides to delete the messages and any other snippet of information he can find about you in Jonathan’s phone anyway, just to be safe.

As he repockets the empty syringe, he gives the room a final comb to ensure that not even a hair is out of place. When he determines everything is satisfactory, and that he hasn’t left behind any evidence or traces of DNA, he turns to make a hasty retreat.

He leaves the apartment exactly as he found it, making sure to lock the door behind him, leaving nothing out of place, no loose ends unraveled.

He jogs down the stairs and makes the mile long trek through the woods to return to where his car is parked, working up a sweat even with the cooler air but not at all concerned about it, pulling the beanie off and tossing it to the passenger floorboard when he finally makes it to the car.

Palming himself through his dark jeans, he pulls onto the road, with you being the only thing on his mind as he begins the arduous six hour journey home to see you. You.

And he can barely fucking wait.

——

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[samodivaa]

Winter Soldier x Asset!Reader Warnings - violence, blood kink, smut, but soft? lmao Words - 1800

You are a silhouette to his blurry vision, the faint light from the lights on the cell painting lines of fire on your hair as you struggle on the floor. A shiver of pleasure runs down his spine from your beauty. His heart pounds in his chest, and he can feel blood rushing to his groin. Wetting his lips, he circles you like a hawk. "Come on" he commands, in a heavily accented voice "Stand up" he growls, cracking his knuckles and staring pointedly at your knife on the floor. “Fuck you” you say after a few swallows. “You have no finesse when you don’t control your anger” you glance down and see that a glove of blood covers your lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm is throbbing, stiff, and painful  “No technique”

He dares mock you—he is fully aware that you are trained to this cruelty, the scars of hatred and anger shall be forever part of you—and a tragedy doesn’t need blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the tragedy of your fate at Hydra—

Soldat sees it. The catastrophe is you. He plays with it.

You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you, with no concern for your well being, but you slowly climb back to your feet—you respond to suffering and pain, bleed the same color—the only humanity left as a reminder of you actually were. Of course, there is sublime ecstasy born of terror—drops of blood glitter on his knuckles and face. You both need pain; need blood—but maybe there is something beyond that. With the blood dripping from your lips and arm, you look horrifyingly lovely and breathtakingly attractive to Soldat. He can smell something. Lust. He wants to taste it now. You are meant to paint each other. Be it with your art or your blood. And once you lock eyes, blue on brown, the fight needs to be fought—but the scent of lust is headier than blood.Those deep blue, calculating eyes. They make you nervous, but you’d be lying if you say the intimidation doesn’t turn you on.

You feel immensely powerful—like your whole self is contained in just your teeth; they're ready to bite, you are made of anger, gripped with tension. Not even decades of fighting could dispel the entrenched anxiety that torments you right now.

Soldat can feel himself tenses up all over, and though he tries to keep it subtle, he can tell that you notice. You are eager to engage, launching forwards and Soldat is confused by the sudden attack, fear creeping down on him, putting him in a disadvantage. He can’t block the hard kick to his stomach which brings him down to the ground, but he stands tall and firm, glaring back at you.

You are watching him intently. It's an unpleasant feeling, to be under your scrutiny. It makes his skin prickle and burn. He looks away, tensing his muscles against the shiver that ripples through them.

He suddenly launches at you, but you are too tired to move—for a second there's no pain, just numbness and weight in all limbs as your back hits the cold ground before your brain can register it, ringing in your ears follow. Agony drenches your body, in this disconnected from any control state. You don't scream, nor yell of fear or surprise, just a broken-sounding whine that escapes your teeth as your body falls back. „What now, Samodiva?“ he mocks, with the approximation of authority he can steal at this moment.

But his mind refuses to focus on sparring anymore: you are sprawled on the floor, soaked in blood, your chest rising with every breath you take. He is on top of you, pressing you against the cold ground beneath his rock-solid body, wet hair shadowing his face. You look up at him as he hovers above you, coiled and ready to strike. “You have no finesse when you are turned on” you say that to the beast in a man’s skin, a monster you know too well under the thick stains of blood and gore sheeting from his skin “No technique”

His wild blue eyes swing up to meet yours—something has snapped in him. He is too possessive, too hungry. Brutal, but somehow passionate—you will love to tame him...but you will adore him even if he turns out untamable.

“What now, Winter? Will you kill me? Or worse: kiss me?” As if a demon is beneath him, your curves cushioning him, your muscular body lush and partly feminine, your eyes flashing—and all he wants is to kiss you. His eyes are full of emotions—seemingly fragile and lovely, but these same eyes—can churn blood that can rake your soul, but no death would be sweeter than this. His lips spread in a thin smile—you both stay away from your essential natures, just the sight of your blood can make some Soldat orgasm. You spent a decade with those same eyes-scared, lost, lusty-staring back at you. You know what he wants. “Fuck me, just like last time” Remembering. Forgetting. You are not sure which is worse. You want to be able to breathe around him sometimes—to be able to love him by memory and choice. He inhales deeply at the base of your throat "So sweet and pure" He whispers, going to your earlobe. His tongue rolls around the skin, nibbling gently and you shiver, a mixture of fear and excitement flowing through you. Your lip is bleeding slightly and he licks the blood away. Salt, humanity—your blood has such a tenebrous taste.

Suddenly, your tongues are clashing, teeth nipping, breaths gasping as he runs his hands along your body, and you do the same along his, as you work together, clutching each other—all of the anger and frustration is pouring out in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. Soldat is your outlet, the only thing that helps you, and he gladly takes these punishing kisses before pulling away. His metal thumb slides up over your bottom lip, pressing into the corner of your mouth. You are about to respond when his thumb pushes past your lips to stroke your tongue with just enough pressure to make you moan. “You are the only thing I own" His throbbing, aching erection touches your clothed core. His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he is leaning back away from you. Your blood. Gushing out, it darkens your lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of his mind. "You're so goddamn obedient” he continues, his eyes are still lidded, voice sharp “So easy to control" your head is fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion—why is he talking so much? The monster inside him is finally silent—his deep blue eyes are all innocent and needy. Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Brainwashing hurts. This way of living hurts. Not being able to remember hurts. In this reality Soldat is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes you feel wonderful for a while. No, it is not love—but it is the closest you have ever been to it. You are actually in love, but you feel a sort of tender curiosity. You crave for his mouth, his voice, his hair.

Your hand goes rigid inside his own—you can tell that he is thinking with his disturbed soul when he moves his gaze to your connected hands, his mouth wrestling with the words and thoughts. He watches through a lust-drunk haze. He is oppressively hard, and he desperately wants to fuck you, but at the same time—he wants to embody this moment in his mind. Soldat’s blue eyes eerily, crystalline—beautiful, endless, full and yet seems empty. A small animal noise rumbles across his tongue when you pull him by the harness. He breathes roughly through his nose as his hands stay still at both sides of your head. His soft lips connect to your neck gently and you let out a gasp as he trails his teeth over the pulse point. Soldat pulls away from your throat and looks into your eyes—this is one of the rare moments when your soul dips near his —sea-colored orbits catch the fire of lust.

He worms one hand between your bodies, opening his pants, freeing his length and he hisses as he strokes his cock from base to tip, a slow drag of his hand around his thick length. Then he proceeds in pulling down your trousers and panties with a single swift motion, there is feral hunger in eyes—as he grasps your hips, lifting them off the ground so he can drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that have you arching off the cold concrete and quietly calling his name in a moment of pleasure, your slick coating his cock nicely so that it slides in without any pain. “Look at me while you fuck me, Winter” Your hands travel to his arms and lace behind his strong neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He gladly obliges, lowering his face enough for you to peck him and lick his lips as he thrusts out of you and pushes back in immediately after, experimentally, slowly. He sets a steady and harsh pace, drilling his cock into your warmth with an unforgiving force. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent sharply as he keeps fucking hard you; your loud moans in his ear only coaxes him to go faster, deeper. It's not your face, but the expressions on it. It's not your voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. “Don’t stop” His jaw clenches, tense, and you know he is on the verge of coming, too. Your legs wrap around his waist and grip him like a vice as you spasm harshly beneath his weight. Your cunt convulsing around him and the seductive purr in your voice undoes him completely. He throws his head back with a guttural shout, pressing deep into you as he comes apart, filling you with his release. Your eyes meet—you know that emotion, but you are both too detached from it to comprehend it. It is too human.

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[poetryandfluffycats]

Quiz time!

A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse

Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

"Oh darling! I'm home!"

The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.

He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.

I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...

There had to be some type of ulterior motive.

"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."

I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.

"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.

"Quiz time!"

Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.

I hated Quiz time.

Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.

"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?

"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"

Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"

Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.

"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"

This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"

My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?

Would I return?

Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"

He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"

Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"

I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.

"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"

Not like I had a choice.

"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"

There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.

"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.

"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"

And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

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[uptoolateart]

Hey, hey, hey - time for a Gabriel analysis!

So. After we learned that Gabriel Agreste wasn't his original name, my mind jumped to Andre Bourgeois, who also once had a different name. In keeping with the themes of the show, we are seeing that secret identities don't always come with masks and comic book names.

We had a hint of Gabriel's secret past in Psycomedian, when Harry visited and alluded to his Gabi days. How, oh how could the Gabriel Agreste we all know have ever been friends with someone like Harry Clown? This is only possible if he was once a different sort of person.

We had further clues in Gabriel's vision of the past, in the time burrow in Evolution - and in Emilie's video messages left for Nathalie, and the photographs of Gabriel, Emilie and Nathalie on some expedition, seen in Passion - and in Amelie's accusation that Gabriel has changed, in Emotion.

Adrien is also aware his father has changed with time, demonstrated when he tells Gabriel that Emilie once said they came from different backgrounds.

The photos shown in Revelation finally gave concrete evidence that Gabriel used to have an adventurous spirit and he used to smile. He was fun...but something changed...and I don't think it was just Emilie's death that caused the personality shift. Based on casual comments Adrien has made throughout the series, his father has been strange for years.

Gabriel tells Adrien that he and Kagami are 'of the same design' - and we know he means this literally. But taking it as a metaphor...for two seasons I've wondered what Emilie's parents were like. We can infer that she comes from a wealthy, 'important' family. Maybe Gabriel struggled to fit in and win the approval of his in-laws. Maybe he never felt good enough. When he tells Adrien things like, 'You're clinging to Marinette because her mediocrity lets you shine more,' perhaps someone once talked like that about him. With that kind of background, it would be unsurprising that he decided to try to forge a new identity.

And let's remember that Gabriel is a designer. His whole empire is founded on inventing personae. Even beyond the sentimonster aspect, he tells Marinette that he designed the image the world holds of his son. Everything is his invention. That speech in Pretension proved just how deep his God complex runs - he fully believes he has made the world in his image. Even the episode title - Pretension - smacks of the image he is presenting to the world in lieu of truth.

At this point, what we're seeing is a 'new money' stereotype - a self-made man who now spurns those who remind him of where he came from. It's one of the most shameful things about him. No matter how much fame and money you get...you can't forget your roots, people. Maybe that's easy for me to say because I'm not rich or famous. But I just can't imagine turning my back on my own origin story. It's what makes you who you are. Gabriel clearly didn't want to be that person anymore...and that's sad.

What's also fascinating is that, if we zoom in on those pictures Nathalie took in Revelation, we see that once upon a time, Gabriel - Gabi Grassette - was a punk. Let's take a moment to appreciate the spiked hair, makeup, leather jacket, ripped jeans, and dog collar - not to mention that smirk. And far from being ashamed of his work with Harry Clown as a human frites (who, by the way, reminds me so much of Mr Banana), he was smiling about it. Man, he loved it. Contrast that with Gabriel in Party Crasher - 'JOY.... What's going on in my HOUSE!?'

If it were at all possible for the old Gabi to meet Cat Noir, I can imagine him loving Cat's costume. On that note, I can't help but compare that dog collar with Cat's bell. I've said before that I see the bell as a symbol of Cat being domesticated and under control. Gabi probably saw his dog collar more as a rebellion, but maybe it too is a symbol of how he once felt controlled by someone.

The thing is...the punk movement was all about anti-establishment anti-authoritarianism. Today, Gabriel is the establishment he once rebelled against. It makes me think of John Lydon of the Sex Pistols turning Conservative and advertising butter. Musicians like Donovan - not a punk, but in a similar category, as a 1960s hippie - are rare for maintaining that same spirit all through their lives.

Gabriel is a 'sell-out'. He gave up that spirit and became someone unrecognisable. Those photos demonstrate that Emilie isn't the only body buried in a 'basement' in the Agreste mansion. There is a different person buried under the cold veneer that is Gabriel - a person Nathalie probably misses. I expect that's why she's stuck with him all this time, despite her better instincts. Something tells me Gabi would've made a better father.

The irony is that Adrien's moments of rebellion are probably one of the few things he has in common with his father, if we look far enough back in Gabriel's past. That, and their temper - and randomly breaking into eccentric dance and song. Gabi might have appreciated Adrien more for standing true to his principles. Maybe Adrien sometimes reminds Gabriel of himself and he can't stand it - can't stand thinking of what he's lost along the way.

I believe Gabriel exists in a perpetual state of regret. Part of him probably misses Gabi, too. After all, Gabi got Emilie. What has Gabriel got? Wealth, sure, but Emilie's dead, Adrien all but hates him, Nathalie's wasting away, and Gabriel himself has only weeks to live.

If you think about it, Gabriel's whole quest has been about getting a do-over. He wants a second chance with Emilie - a second chance for Nathalie - a second chance at his own life. He then tells Adrien that his greatest wish is to try to reconnect with him...because he knows he doesn't have much time left with his son. Even then, though, his selfishness prevails. (Psst, Gabi...you can't make up for years of terrible parenting with banana pancakes.)

Thinking of the snake miraculous, the second chance lets you know what's going to happen, enabling you to make better decisions the next time around. In other words: it's about learning from your mistakes. Gabriel never learns, and it is his refusal to accept destiny and his own human fallibility that is causing his disintegration.

The more Gabriel necrotises, the more we can see this as his 'sins' catching up with him. He doesn't seem to grasp that all the blackness devouring him is, in a way, the blackness of his own heart. Even if he erases the whole world, he can't erase his deeds. If he managed to get his Wish and bring Emilie back, she would be horrified. She'd wonder where her Gabi went.

Gabriel is proof that 'evolution' isn't always positive. He reinvented himself once, and now, because it didn't go the way he wanted, he's trying to reinvent things again. Tomoe also hints at a belief that the solution to her problems is to make the world anew - to get a second chance. Felix tries this, too, when he creates the red moon to wipe out all people except his select group.

But Felix does learn - Ladybug helps him see that even if you erase all the people causing you so much grief...you still have to deal with that pain. What Gabriel fails to see is that - like Cat Blanc on the roof, all alone without his lady - destroying your witnesses won't remove the witness in your own heart.

Even if Gabriel wiped everyone else's memory of his crimes, he would still know what he'd done. And when you cross those kinds of lines, you can never go back to who you once were.

Please no post-Revelation spoilers in the comments :)

#ml analysis #mlb analysis #ml meta #mlb meta #ml gabriel #gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste's a+ parenting #ml revelation #ml pretension #ml adrien #adrien agreste #ml emilie #emilie agreste #ml nathalie #nathalie agreste #ml spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 #mlb spoilers #mlb s5 spoilers #mlb s5 #ml theory #mlb theory #ml fandom #mlb #miraculous ladybug #cat noir #chat noir #mlb fandom #miraculous cat noir

[crusty-chronicles]

Forgiveness And Acceptance

Ch 1: What Goes Bump In The Night

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: You feel guilty for Kite's Chimera Ant form. You don't think he really loves you, but you love him. So much so you let him use your body for his pleasure. Anything to rectify abandoning him during the fight with Pitou. Kite however, is trying to show you that's not the case. (Reader is based from the Moon and Sun insert)

NSFW, MINORS DNI

Warnings: brief cock warming, AFAB reader

An: Kite lovers, come and get y'all juice. Also I've decided to make this a mini series so keep your eyes out. Updates will be extremely slow.

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It was never easy suppressing the memories of what happened with the Chimera Ants. Everything from the fighting to the casualties. The ants themselves being integrated into society. Sometimes it was easier to pretend it never happened at all.

The fight with Gon. 

Losing your nen. 

Almost dying a second time.

All of it you never liked to look back on. Never liked to think about. But there was a constant reminder you just couldn't ignore.

 Kite.

Pitou had killed him. Using his body as their puppet. And by some fucked up miracle, you were able to bring him back. Like with Palm, some things had changed. 

He was bulkier now. Not as lanky as he had been, with a few extra inches added to his height. Hair no longer an ethereal silver, but now a fiery auburn. The only indication he wasn't fully human anymore being the rat tail sporting from his back. 

He was different, but he was Kite all the same.

And although he came back mostly the same, it was still your fault he died in the first place. You were the one who ran away like a coward. You were the one who didn't bother looking back. You were the one who left him behind.

So imagine your shock when one of the first things he said after finally seeing you again was, 'I like you, too. I never got the chance to respond that night.'

Words of affection instead of hatred. 

You just couldn't wrap your head around why. Surely that couldn't be his initial response after finding out you were the reason he wasn't human anymore. It couldn't be.

But it truly was the first thing that came to mind. He died to protect you and the boys. And after hearing from Ging that you were okay (that you were all okay), the only thing he could think about was you. 

What he would say. 

What he would do. 

It was thanks to you that he was still here, after all. 

Then he remembered your confession back at the NGL, and how he never really said anything in response. Not because he didn't feel the same way, god no. He sure as hell felt the same way. But it was the setting, rather, that had him holding back. It was too dangerous to have been focusing on anything else.

So it was decided he'd give you a proper answer. Even if yours had changed. Six months was a long time. Maybe you wouldn't want him anymore now that he wasn't human. He wasn't that different from before, but maybe enough had changed for you not to find him appealing. Maybe you'd fallen in love with someone else.

And for whatever reason, that possibility hurt the most. 

His instincts, however, were telling him a very different story. That he was overthinking it and you'd still feel the same. That he had absolutely nothing to worry about. His hunches were never wrong, but for the first time Kite was doubting himself.

But when you assured him your feelings hadn't changed, all his previous worry and doubt disappeared. You still wanted him. Even if he wasn't the exact same as before. Everything seemed to fall into place after that.

Loving you had never felt so right.

It'd been a year since then. A year of being together. A year of trying to move past all that happened. And while many things had changed, some stayed the same. Like you and your disdain for the outdoors.

"You'd think as a researcher I'd be typing away indoors. You know, so the computer doesn't overheat?" It was a cheap excuse, but that didn't mean you weren't right.

"Half the fun is being outside. Getting experience out on the field," Spin gestured around to emphasize.

You gave a small grumble of 'Oh yeah. Plenty of experience.' Scratching at one of the many bug bites you'd gotten. The screen of your laptop lighting up with a notification.

N E W - S P E C I E S - F O U N D

A picture of a funny looking rat under it. You quickly started filling in its potential genus and feeding habits. Occasionally glancing over at Spin who was going through notification by notification.

She was way better at this than you. You don't know why you were paired up with her when she could accomplish much more by herself. You were basically useless.

Well, you weren't all that useful without your nen.

"I can't help but feel like I'm only here because of some special privilege." Because you were dating Kite.

It was true you had decent analytical skills, but you couldn't focus your eyes anymore to get the finer details. You weren't as precise as you used to be. Feeling as if you were given this job on a whim and not because of the few skills you still possessed.

"The only 'special privilege' he gave you was sleeping in his bed, if you can even call it that." Spin teased.

Your face immediately heating up. And although you were flustered, you seemed to shrink in on yourself at her words. The exact opposite of the response she was hoping to get.

"Hey, I'm being serious. He doesn't treat you any differently than us. Trust me, I'd let you know." She placed a hand on your shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"Kite's really sweet on the people close to him. You probably feel it more because you're with him every day. And we all like having you around, so don't you worry about feeling out of place. Okay?"

You nodded, giving a small smile in return.

"Okay... Let's finish up here and meet up with the others."

"Now you're talking!"

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It was about an hour later when the two of you finished logging in data. Both rushing towards the jeep that could only fit so many people. Lin and Banana already there. It wasn't long before Mon, Stick, Podongo, and Kite showed up.

Everyone giving in their report for the day. Turns out 53 new species had been discovered. Mostly insects to your dismay, but still something to be celebrated.

"Good work everyone. Tomorrow should yield higher results considering one of the Chimera Hybrids who lives around the area volunteered to help. For now, let's head back." Kite instructed.

And as everyone started pilling into the small jeep, his gaze finally softened. Redirecting his attention towards you and reaching for your hand to have a brief moment of intimacy.

Relishing in the way your unoccupied hand went up to brush some hair out of his face. Almost leaning into you. He was sure this was the most touchy he's ever been in his life. (Well previous life) Wanting to always have you close.

It was a damn shame because he knew you were the exact opposite. You were fidgety with most contact. Especially around your face. And whether that was a result of your upbringing or what he'd done as Pitou's puppet, he couldn't say. But he disliked the reason for it all the same.

You were a lot more comfortable with touch now than when the two of you started dating. Reciprocating kisses and cuddles and occasionally initiating them. But it was still a longshot from being completely okay with it.

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You just about collapsed on the couch of your shared apartment. Exhausted mentally and physically. Knowing tomorrow would be an even longer day.

"You did great today, you know? You logged in more than usual." Kite praised.

You let out a tired groan and sunk further into the couch. You'd only done 13 of the 53 entries.

"But you can't sleep just yet. You haven't eaten all day." He snatched the pillow covering your face. Watching as it scrunched up in reaction to the light.

"Noooo. M' tired. And I did eat." You rolled onto your side to escape the brightness.

"Y/n."

At his scolding tone, you turned around to face him. A pout evident on your face. Knowing he hadn't bought your lie.

"It's no fair. You're looking at my aura!" At your accusation, he placed a kiss on the backside of your hand.

"I'm not. I promised I wouldn't until you got your nen back, remember? I can tell you're lying because you're always more exhausted when you haven't had anything to eat," Kite explained.

It was still strange to you how someone could know you so well. How Kite seemed to pick up on the smallest of things. You supposed you were the same way with him.

"Fine...But I know you haven't eaten either."

His soft expression turning into shock at your words.

"Don't even try to argue with me. We both left in a hurry this morning, so I know for a fact you had nothing all day. Order something for the two of us. And you better use my card this time." Your scolding tone mirroring his.

Except yours was a bit more practiced. Having been used on the boys and Alluka. He was sure you'd make a great parent. He shook the feeling off, though.

Not liking the way his chimera ant counterpart seemed to stir at the thought.

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You went through each and every item on your list for the morning. Making sure to triple check you had everything in your suitcase. You'd only be gone for five days max, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Are you sure you don't want-" Kite started before you cut him off.

"I'll be fine. It's just a doctor's appointment. Besides, you've got an important job to do here. It wouldn't be right for me to take you away from that. What's the worst that could happen?"

You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. Face pressed into the junction of your neck before he spoke.

"I love you, so please be careful."

The warmth allowing you to relax into him. Taking in his comforting scent before leaning back and looking up. Letting yourself believe he truly meant it when he said he loved you.

"I promise I'll be safe. You take care of yourself, too."

Although those weren't exactly the words Kite wanted to hear, he'd take them. You didn't have to say you loved him back for him to know it. Your actions told him plenty.

It didn't mean he hoped any less to hear them.

It was dark when you finished packing. The two of you preparing for bed. Sleeping arrangements had been another tricky thing when you first started. Neither of you wanting to sleep alone after everything that happened. The first couple of nights awkward with each keeping strictly to their side of the bed.

But within a month something had changed. You awoke one morning engulfed in warmth. One that almost lulled you back to sleep. You curled up a bit more before realizing something was over your waist. You tried to get up to see what it was, but stopped at the feeling of getting tugged closer to the warmth behind you. It was then that the dots connected for you.

In your sleep, you must've subconsciously moved closer to Kite. And his body's response was to pull you closer. Arm thrown over your stomach with his face pressed against your back. The feeling of his weight pressed against you ever so comforting.

So much so that when he woke up and started to apologize, you told him you wouldn't mind it happening again.

It'd become a habit since then. Meeting in the middle instead of opposite ends. Kite cuddling you close while you leaned back into him. On rare nights, even intertwining hands with the one thrown over your waist.

Tonight was no different. Small puffs of air hitting your neck as you drifted off. A feeling of content and domesticity washing over the both of you before completely knocking out.

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Kite didn't remember a lot from when he was under Pitou's control. There were a few flashes here and there, but nothing other than that. At least, that's how it started.

Soon enough, the memories started coming in the form of dreams.

Of nightmares.

And some nights it just became too much. He supposed he wasn't alone when it came to being haunted by his past. You both had your share of night terrors. Waking the other when things became too much. Seeking out their warmth to make sure they were real.

That they were safe.

Something about this particular dream though, had him trembling in his sleep.

A memory of being inside the nest. Fighting ant after ant until he was dismembered completely. Pitou stitching the pieces back together so the process could continue all over again.

It was one he'd seen before. One that although he didn't like, wasn't as bad as the others.

The next memory had you in it. Back when the circles under your eyes had been at their worst.

You stood in front of him, taking a step forward. His body immediately lunging for you against his will. Over and over again he'd hit you. Trying desperately to pull his punches to no avail.

And over and over again you would get up and smile so warmly at him. Never once defending yourself. His mind warning you to stay back before he hurts you any worse. But you didn't stay away.

"I know you probably hate me right now, but it's okay. You can let out all your frustrations on me. I'll be here every day until we get you back to normal."

And again came your loving smile.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to tell you he could never hate you. That he was being forced to hurt you. But he was simply a prisoner in his own mind.

Seeing you suffer by his own hands was the worst kind of torture.

He jolted awake. Shooting up and unintentionally untangling himself from you. Breathing erratically as he shook.

He hurt you.

He had hurt you.

Was...was that why you seemed to hate his touch? Why you used to flinch away when he cupped your face?

His distress had inadvertently woken you up. The lack of his warmth pressed against you an indicator something was wrong. And when the sound of his shaky breaths reached your ears, you bolted up.

Looking around to see Kite trembling with his head in his hands. Your body immediately kicked into action. Not wasting any time pulling him into your embrace. Resting your head atop his as you tried to provide a bit of comfort.

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby what happened? It's okay. I'm here."

Your very being engulfed him. Creating a small bubble of safety from everything negative. Your scent of rain invading his senses and pulling him back from his nightmare.

"I'm sorry." It was whispered against your skin.

The words temporarily catching you off guard. He must've seen something rough tonight. You held him a little tighter as you ran a hand through his hair.

"You're okay. You don't have anything to apologize for."

You felt him shake his head against you before returning your embrace. Arms pulling you impossibly closer.

"I'm so sorry."

Something was definitely wrong. Because while Kite was aware of you, he wasn't aware that he was here with you. Not stuck in whatever horrible dream decided to rear its head tonight.

You went to cup his face. Guiding it gently away from your neck so you could see each other properly. Your heart just about broke seeing him in full.

Eyes holding a heaviness you could only describe as regret peered up into yours. Quick stuttery breaths as he tried to ground himself in your touch.

"Oh love...What did you see?"

Lips quickly pressed themselves against yours in response. Your body tensing up for a moment at the sudden contact before giving in. Letting a hand wander to the back of your head and pull you in deeper.

He pulled back only to reattach himself to your neck. Placing desperate kisses against your skin.

"I love you. I need you to know that. Let me show you. Please."

He needed to know you were still here with him. That he wasn't stuck in his nightmare hurting you. That what he was wasn't driving you away.

The chimera ant part of him wanting to prove his devotion through intimacy. Too broken down at the moment to resist its primal need for your warmth.

"What do you need?" You asked.

You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever it took for him to feel better. If he didn't want to talk about what he saw, then you wouldn't push.

"You." Was Kite's answer.

He needed you.

Needed to be as close as possible with you.

"Then I'm yours."

He pinned you swiftly to the bed. Nudging your bottoms off while he continued to place light kisses against your neck. Giving a harsh bite when the scent of your arousal reached him.

Pulling down his own pants and boxers in a rush to free his hardening member. At the feeling of it brushing against you, you spread your legs apart.

Your lips once again enveloped by his. Tongue asking for permission before you readily granted it. Exploring every crevice in your mouth before dancing with yours in a steady symphony.

A soft noise leaving you, only encouraging Kite further. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he lined himself up.

Reaching for your hand and intertwining it with his.

The head of his cock slowly bullied its way inside you. Stretching you out in a way that was almost painful from how big he was. And little by little he filled you. Letting out strained pants as he did so.

Sheathing himself into your cunt until his body was flush against yours. Fiery hair creating a curtain that seemed to shut out the rest of the world. Letting himself be completely vulnerable and giving you his love in the rawest form he could.

Your eyes met as he kept still inside you. The heaviness being replaced by something softer. His breathing steadying at the feeling of your warm heat around him. A snug fit considering you hadn't been prepped beforehand.

"Do you want me to..." You started. Legs wrapping lightly around his waist. Wanting to know if you should move or not.

It wasn't the first time sex was used as a means of comfort. A way to forget about everything for just a moment. And if he needed your body to find a bit of peace, then you would give it to him.

Because you loved him with everything you had.

Even if he didn't feel the same.

Even if he thought of you as just a body to keep him warm.

But instead of thrusting into your cunt, Kite sunk down on top of you. Wanting nothing more than to just be as close as possible to you. For your being to completely drown out everything else.

"Can we stay like this? I-I just need to feel you right now." Voice so incredibly soft as he turned the both of you on your side. Once again pulling you against his chest. Holding onto you as if you were a lifeline.

"Anything you want. Let's try to get some sleep now, yeah?" You cradled his head close from its place against your throat.

A nod with one last brush of his lips against your skin. The both of you managing to drift off sometime into the night.

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An: Me starting another series??? Yes but Kite deserves so much love and it's unfair how little fics there are about him. 🥺

#hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #kite x reader #kite smut #hxh kaito #chimera ant kite #afab reader #hxh au #hxh smut #kite hunter x hunter #x reader #smut

[theflyindutchwoman]

Why are you the reason Mitch lost his leg? 'Cause I let him slide on something. It doesn't matter what, just that I cut him a break when I shouldn't have, and because I did, he went back out on patrol, got blown up. That is the most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard. You showed humanity. There's nothing to feel guilty about. Rules matter, Boot. Then what the hell are you doing out here? Some things matter more.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.14 - Casualties

These two really have had some of their most personal and meaningful conversations in a car… But what distinguishes this one is that, this time, they are not in the shop. They are in Tim's truck. Out of uniform. Without any camera around. There's no trace of Officer Bradford or Officer Chen here. Just Tim and Lucy. And as a result, the atmosphere feels even more intimate… especially with the way this scene is filmed. It's dark, barely lit, with the camera outside, as if we are intruding… It even looks like there this out-of-focus fence standing between Tim and the camera, reminiscent of the imagery of a fenced window in a confessional booth. All of this gives off this intimacy, this idea of a safe space. And that's exactly what Lucy is for him at this stage. She is his safe space, someone he can open up to and talk about some of his demons without fear of being judged.

And Lucy doesn't waste time, asking Tim right away why he feels responsible for Mitch losing his leg. The fact that he answers her with no hesitation or argument is really indicative of how much their relationship has progressed. How much he values her opinion. And that's huge. This is one of those instances where Lucy gets to peak behind the curtain, behind his wall and see how much blame and guilt Tim shoulders. His body language is fascinating… He can barely look at her, his eyes darting around.

'That is the most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard'. Her soft chuckle when she says that… But she's right, it truly is. This also shines some light on his behavior, on why he can be such a hardass at times. Because the one time he wasn't, it cost someone he cared about his leg. And he hasn't let himself forget. And he hasn't forgiven himself either. But the beauty of this dialogue is that it's not just about Mitch. This is about Lucy too. And how much he feels responsible for what happened to her. Because when he advised her to get a drink or two, he wasn't acting as her TO, but as her friend. He showed her 'humanity' as she said, and it had a disastrous consequence. In his mind, he repeated the same mistake. This makes Lucy's speech that much more important. She may not fully grasps the context here, but she is already absolving him. The way he is looking right at her when she tells him that he shouldn't be feeling guilty… The tears in his eyes… This is such a good foreshadowing of another conversation in the shop, one where he'll confess his guilt for what Caleb did to her. He's just not quite there yet.

This is also a subtle continuation of another beautiful moment : when Lucy made him her first audiobook. Back then, she was trying to show him how being a kinesthetic learner wasn't a weakness, but a strength. How it made him a better person. And she gets to repeat this sentiment here, by reminding him that showing humanity is a strength as well. And that's probably the most Lucy Chen thing she ever said and did. I like how she doesn't hesitate to gently call him out when he tries to hide behind the importance of rules despite the fact that they are in that moment defying their watch commander's order to drop the case. How she forces him to admit why he is here, that his sense of justice and compassion are stronger. 'Some things matter more'. The way he is looking right at her when he tells her that… The loaded implications in that little sentence… Yep, this isn't just about Mitch anymore...

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #2.14 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

[yourangel137]

You sound so beautiful, darling

This is one of my proudest possessions so I will post it on this account now that the other one is deleted! <3

Pairing: Albedo, Wanderer, Xiao, Venti, Kazuha X GN!reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word count: 841

Summary: What sound/music would the Genshin boys hear when they fall in love with you?

Albedo:

♡Love for albedo is quite hard to comprehend, it’s not something he thought he would ever feel, especially because he’s so busy with his own life mission

♡Yet the moment he realizes he fell for you, his head fills up with harmonious sounds that seems to calm him down fully

♡Sounds like, calming rain, a soft piano tune would describe his love for someone, it’s calm yet very much there

♡Another sound that reminds him of you and gives him a smile, is the sound of snow being stepped on

♡Every time he hears that sound, he thinks of you and how you always come to visit him when he’s at Dragonspine

♡Every time he hears the soft crunching of snow, his head turns around to the direction he hears it at, silently hoping it’s you before turning his head around acting like nothing happened and he didn’t just silently hope for you to show up

Wanderer:

♡Love to Wanderer is like a powerful blow in the face, coming out of nowhere

♡He doesn’t want to accept the fact he’s in love with someone cause how can he even?? He’s not human??

♡Yet the piece he hears in his head gets louder and louder the more he is with you

♡Slowly falling deeper and deeper into this frustrating yet amazing feeling

♡And eventually.. the song climaxes, exploding in various ways, he also can’t seem to understand

♡Suddenly your beauty seems to literally take his breath away and he stumbles with his own clumsiness

♡How can he be so stupid to fall in love? Did he really do such a bad job at pushing that stupid feeling away?

♡Now every time he’s with you, his head fills with melodies of your voice and laughter, something he’s supposed to hate at some point, yet that never seems to happen

Xiao:

♡The thought of love, sounds so.. human to him, a thing only to happen to mortals

♡Yet the more he is with you, the more his brain shows signs of peace

♡The screams and cries he usually hears, slowly fades into silence

♡He longed for that peace in his brain, he longed for that silence, yet he also can’t help but panic a little bit

♡How is it that he can handle his Karmic debt better when he’s around you? Why is it more silent in his brain than usual?

♡He knows pure silence is something that can’t happen fast, only one of the Archons is able to help his brain calm through a simple melody

♡Yet to come this far with someone, to get this silent from being around someone

♡”I don’t know how this is happening. But being around you seems to make it easier to handle my Karmic debt. Thank you for that.”

♡Yet, he still doesn’t know this is love

venti:

♡Venti, knowing dang well he’s an archon, would not want to be in love with someone

♡What if he loses them because he outlives them? What if they get hurt by someone and Venti ends up all alone again?

♡Yet the heart does what the heart wants

♡Slowly but surely, he hears the most beautiful lyre melody in his head

♡Inspiration flowing in his head while he looks at you

♡It doesn’t take long before he realizes he’s in love with you

♡He also doesn’t seem to push it away anymore the moment he realizes it

♡If falling in love makes him feel this amazing, why hold it back?

♡Without you realizing it, he will play these melodies he hears when he thinks of you

♡Those melodies alone, already showing his love for you without speaking a word about them

Kazuha:

♡It’s not a surprise for him to fall in love with you

♡He started realizing pretty fast how your eyes started to look more mesmerizing than usual

♡Or how his heart would do a leap whenever your hands touched on accident

♡He knows himself very well and he knows these are signs he’s starting to fall in love with you

♡His head is mostly filled with the sound of waves when he’s with you, the comfortable sound of your voice mixed up with it

♡He’s trying to stay careful, not wanting to go past this ‘innocent’ and ‘soft’ beginning stage of love, since he feels like that feeling will go away the more he falls for you

♡Yet one day you give him a hug and stroke over his back softly and the soft waves he used to hear suddenly turn into a big wave

♡A big wave of emotions hits him and he knows he’s way past the beginning stages of love at that point

♡He now just has to figure out if you even feel the same way and how he would confess to you

♡Maybe he should write you a haiku, you do seem to be his biggest inspiration after all

Thank u for reading!

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 05-03-2023

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Sinned Awakening pt. 14 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, smut, mentions of blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.6K

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 14! I started out with this part in Elvis' perspective to get a better understanding of what's going on in that head of his😉 I'm not gonna give anything else away you'll just have to read and find out for yourself!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here 🩸

I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!🖤

His hands tangled in your hair, brushing the loose strands off your face, and repeated the loving gesture. He was content watching you sleep. Watching how you would make soft sighs when he would caress your cheek and softly kiss your forehead. Or how you would hold onto him tighter when he tried to get up from the bed. This brought him immense joy feeling you do this, how you wanted him close to you even when you slept. 

It was already midafternoon but he wanted to let you sleep. These last few weeks haven’t been easy on you. He felt awful that it was primarily his fault. The weight of Daniel was also not easy on you and Elvis wished he could take all that pain away. 

He looked down at you sleeping and saw a perfect angel. He was in awe of you. He truly didn’t deserve you and yet, you walked into his life at the most perfect time. The way you saw him as a man rather than a bloodthirsty creature was like nothing he’d ever experienced. 

He’d tell girlfriends in the past what he was and they always rejected him. How they would recoil in horror when he would try to touch them, assuring them that he was not a threat but they never saw past it. It was a never-ending loop of confessing his feelings to women, telling them the truth of what he is, getting rejected, and then compelling them to forget all about it. He hated that’s how his life was. When he was human, he fell in love quickly. He loved being cared for and also showing the other person love and affection. That part of him never changed once he got bit. He always loved deeply but he soon figured out that humans and vampires were not compatible for so many reasons. He couldn’t love a woman the same because his cold touch made them uncomfortable. Sometimes, the slightest touch from him could hurt them and he hated that. 

From the time he signed the divorce papers, he swore he’d never love another human again. He tried time and time again to make it work with humans but every time the relationship failed. It just wasn’t meant to be. 

But with you, it was all so different. He felt emotions he had never experienced before. The way it was so easy with you. It was perfect the way you said his name. It was perfect the way your lips met each other. It was perfect the way your body melted into his and made him crave more. He felt wanted for the first time in years and he needed you forever.

He was in love. 

Madly, deeply, and undoubtedly in love with you. 

His heart fluttered at the notion. Nothing ever made him feel this strongly in ages and he wanted to tell you. It was about time. He knew you felt the same way. You accepted him fully and unequivocally. 

He knew he needed to make it a special gesture. You weren’t just anyone to him anymore. He promised to tell you the truth and he was going to. He knew you could handle it. He knew it was time to tell you the truth of what your relationship meant. Why he couldn’t compel you and why your blood called to him so much. It was time. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he was positive you could overcome the fear and start a new chapter with him.

“I love you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I love you so much.”

Elvis smiled at you and held you tight, loving you like this. He continued to pepper light kisses on your face, whispering how much he loved you. It was almost too much to handle. The way he had so much love for you and had so many ways to show you. 

“Mine,” he growls, taking in your scent. The way you smelled calmed him and excited him all at the same time. He’d still struggle from being so close to you but he needed you differently. It was a carnal desire to be with you and he needed it.

He couldn’t help himself from the possessive words that came from his mouth. It was true. You were all his. 

He wanted to make you come to his midnight show tonight. He wanted to perform for you and only you. Then, after the show, he’d tell you how much he loves you. It would be perfect, he thought. He reaches down to kiss you again, your scent making his mouth water and he hums in delight.

*

Your eyes flutter open and you can feel him kiss your face, humming in delight. You look up at him and meet those oceanic blue eyes looking at you in adornment. 

“Good morning beautiful,” he coos, placing another kiss on your lips. 

“Hmm hi…” you say sleepily. 

“How’d you sleep,” he asks adjusting his body on the bed lower, sprinkling kisses on your torso. 

“So good. I was tired. What have you been doing?” You ask rubbing your eyes lightly. 

“I’ve been right here. You wouldn’t let me move,” he teases. 

“I was too comfy what can I say,” you quip, running your hands in his hair. “What time is it?” 

“Four, but don’t worry, no need to go anywhere,” he says with a sly smile. 

“Oh good,” you hold him tight. “Do you mind if I take a shower and then get something to eat? I’m starving,” you say. 

“Yes, of course, take your time,” he says. 

You head to the bathroom and get in the shower. You felt so content today and hoped it would be a better day than yesterday. There were still unanswered questions that you had to deal with. The looming of who Raphael was scared you with how Elvis talked about him. 

You were terrified of what the outcome would be with that and with Daniel being in the middle of all it also made your blood boil. He lied to you for so long and you hated him for it. Not only the cheating but also the fact that he wanted to become a vampire after all this. 

His words still rang in your head…what did he know about Elvis? What were the rumors that spread about him? 

Part of you didn’t care. You knew who Elvis was and weren’t going to let anyone’s words sway you. 

You get out of the shower, wrap yourself in a soft cotton towel, and wring your wet hair out. You needed to get to your room to get some fresh clothes so that meant passing Elvis with just a towel on which could be a very dangerous act. You open the bedroom door out to the living room and smell maple syrup and bacon. Your mouth waters because of it. You know you haven’t been taking care of yourself and are starving. You were constantly in a rush or a panic these days and you needed to slow down.

Elvis was by the window nervously playing with his rings and looks at you when he hears the door open. 

“Thank you for ordering me some food. I appreciate it.” You say lightly. 

“Of course, was there anything you wanted to do today?” He asks. 

“No, I’d really love to not do anything after the events of last night…” you say nervously. 

“I understand, I don’t blame you….” He walks up to you cautiously. 

He reaches his hand out to touch your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over the pink mark Daniel left on you. 

“I’m sorry about this. Everything is going to be alright,” he assures you. You grab his hand off your cheek and kiss his knuckles, squeezing him tenderly. 

“I know, I feel better with you around,” you say. He smiles softly at you and leads you to the table with food. 

“Please, eat, we can talk about that later,” he quips. 

You gladly take his advice and start picking from the plates in front of you. He ordered you you’re favorites and you felt so much better having something in your stomach. You take your time eating and sip on a cup of coffee. You feel his eyes watch every move you make. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to how intensely he watches you. You’re sure he couldn’t help it, he was protective of you, especially after the events of what happened last night. But on the other hand, he might just be trying not to think about how good you taste. You try not to think about that and finish your meal and get up to finally go change into some clothes. He grabs your wrist as you’re about to turn to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going hmm?” He teases. You smile at him cheekily shaking your head gently.

“Trying to get some clothes on so a certain vampire doesn’t get any bad ideas,” you quip.

“Oh honey I would never. You can walk around naked and I wouldn’t dare touch you,” he teases, the corners of his mouth raising into the most devious of smiles.  

“Mhmm, that look on your face tells me everything I need to know. I’ll be right back,” you tease. 

Putting on a black sweater dress, you join him back in the living room where he’s reading. He also changed his clothes from the night before and wore a lace-up velvet shirt with white stitching on the collar and edges with black slacks. You were convinced that he dressed like this to make you lose any control you had. No one you knew dressed like this and the combination of his confidence and the charisma he possessed made him the most irresistible man on earth.

You watch him read, how his eyebrows furrow on certain parts, and then relax, fully enamored in whatever he was reading. You decide to sit next to him and lean on his shoulder, giving him a kiss on his cheek and down to his neck.

He quickly closes the book and leans into your kiss, humming softly.

“What are you reading over here?” You ask him.

“Just vampire horror stories,” he teases, “a bit too scary for you.” You smile and kiss his neck more, liking to hear him make those little sighs of contentment. 

“Maybe you can let me borrow some of them when you don’t have me cleaning up your mess,” you tease.

He chuckles at you, “Well I plan on only making a mess of you, and I can clean that up myself,” He quips. Your cheeks turn beet red and you shove at his body.

“You’re too much, anyone ever tell you that?”

He laughs even harder, filling the room with his boisterous laugh.

“No, I never have. You’re the only woman to tell me I’m too much. Everyone else asks more from me,” he teases proudly.

“Stop that right now I swear!”

 You take the book out of his hands and start to flip through it. 

“I’m trying to be serious! Can I borrow some of these? I want to get a better understanding of this all,” you explain.

“That’s fine darlin’. Take the ones you want. I leave them all here usually. No one else resides here when I’m gone,” he informs.

You look at him and realize you’ve been so naive. Somewhere deep in your mind, you wished this little charade you two had would only be confined to these walls but that wasn’t the case. Of course, he was leaving Las Vegas soon. Very soon. You’ve lost track of time through everything that’s happened between you two. This wasn’t his home and neither was it yours. You both had to face reality sooner rather than later.

A thick silence hung over you two and you had to ask the impending question you’ve had in your mind for days.

“You’re leaving in a few days, right?” You ask sheepishly.

He nods his head solemnly, “Yes baby… Saturday.”

Shit that’s in five days…. Too little time for too many things to do. 

“Hmm… I’m sorry, time moved quickly here. It feels like I just started…”

“I know, I can’t either. I never thought any of this could happen. I had fallen into a routine here in Vegas. Nothing too out of the ordinary happens when I’m staying here and I would have never thought you’d come walking into my life…” he says dreamily, leaning over to kiss you, his hand resting at the base of your neck to pull you in. You give into his kiss, sighing as you touch his chest. 

He pulls away suddenly and looks down, holding your arms at your side.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about…” he says firmly.

“Okay, what is it.” Your heart raced nervously, his tone making you feel on edge.

“Well, first, I want you to come with me when I leave here, back to Graceland. Now that Raphael knows about you…I can’t have you here unprotected. I’m afraid he’s going to do something reckless and can’t have you in the way of that,” he informs. You look at him nervously, understanding that the man was very powerful and one that wasn’t one to be trusted. 

Being protected by Elvis sounded like the best option and now that you didn’t have anything tying you here, you were okay with starting over with him in Memphis. Everything told you that the best thing was to have Elvis protecting you. The very thought of being apart from him for too long made you sick thinking about it.

“Okay, I think that would be for the best. Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say gracefully. 

He smiles at you and shoots his eyes someplace else, not keeping eye contact with you. 

“What else was there?” You ask concerned. 

Elvis suddenly gets up and paces in front of the room, nerves running through him. 

“I need to tell you the truth… about us,” he says quietly. 

You look at him confused, not understanding what he is talking about.

“The truth about us? What does that mean?” You ask nervously. He takes a deep breath before speaking and goes to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. 

“Yes… it’s time you know. There is a reason why I’m so attracted to you….why we’re so attracted to each other.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, not sure what he is leading to. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask uneasy.

“There are legends, it’s very rare and I’ve never met any other ones… but vampires can have these bonds, called their Chosen. It’s their soulmate essentially, the one person in this universe that were born to be together.”

“You have to understand, there’s a constant struggle of light and dark inside of us, constantly battling within us with our human side still lingering, and our dark desires for blood as a vampire. When a vampire has their Chosen, they bring peace and balance to them. The way I’ve read about it, it's the most powerful thing on this earth. I know it to be true… because I’ve felt it…” He continues. You stare wide-eyed at him, hearing his confession of what sounds to be an ancient myth. 

“That’s what you are to me. I told you, I’ve never wanted someone so much my entire life and that’s how I knew this was real. That this wasn’t something I made up in my mind to convince myself why I was obsessed and habituated by you. It was more than the want for your blood. We were always meant to cross paths. You were made for me,” he growls possessively, taking your hand and kissing it. 

Your mind can’t comprehend what was just told to you. 

Chosen?

Soulmate?

Meant to cross paths?

You could not believe something like this could exist. Of course, you heard people talk about their spouses being their soulmates and whatnot but you didn’t really believe in that sort of thing. People can come and go in your life and if you married someone, sometimes it doesn’t work out even if you thought they were your soulmate. You remember him mentioning something like this before…

“Maybe you were made for me. My one true match.” You shiver at that memory. That was so early on when you two first started to sleep together. You brushed it off so easily but maybe it had some truth behind it. Your heart flutters at the notion, that there might be the possibility that you found a soulmate.

“Please, say something,” he says looking into your eyes, pleading for your approval. 

“Elvis… are you sure? This just doesn’t seem possible…” you trail off. 

“Yes, I’m positive. I’ve known for some time now,” he admits. 

You look at him in shock, “how long? How long we’re going to keep this from me?”

“It’s not that simple. I wanted to make sure and not just start assuming things. I tried to do as much research as I could before telling you this. It’s so rare to happen to a vampire and a human. I knew it would be a lot to handle and needed to make sure it was true,” he says sternly. “These last few days were a testament to that. I know I haven’t been easy to deal with and I was afraid it wasn’t true with how much I wanted to drink your blood. But you showed me the restraint I have. And the very idea of hurting you now makes me feel sick. I could never hurt you, y/n. Ever.”

You take your hand away from his and stare at him in shock. This is something that only happens in fairytales, not real life. But as of late, you’re entire life was looking more like a horror story and you can’t seem to catch a break. He looks at you with hurt in his eyes, needing your approval more than ever right now. 

“Honey I-, this can’t be right…I’m human, I can’t be your Chosen. I’m going to get old and sick one day and no longer bring you happiness. I’m not meant to be with you like that. I’ll die one day and you’ll be heartbroken,” you try to reason. 

Elvis pauses and looks at you nervously, tears filling his eyes.

“What? What is it?” You ask him gently.

“Well that’s the thing, I can’t live without you. I knew from when I touched you, something was different. The way your heart was drawn to me. I promised when I first saw you that I’d never lay a hand on you, to not let you know the truth about me, but all that logic went out the door when you got closer to me.” 

“I needed you. I needed to kiss you and hold you and make love to you like it was the only thing keeping me alive. We’re connected. You’re meant to be my light and exist with me… So eventually… I’d have to bite you,” he confesses. His eyes are soft but still very intense waiting your response.

Your stomach drops and you get a lump in your throat. There was no way this was happening to you right now. 

“Y-you’d have to bite me… you’d have to change me? Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?” You say panicked, your breathing picking up.

“Honey, I know this is a lot to take on. But I’m not asking you to want to change right this second. You just have to tell me when you’re ready,” he explains.

“When I’m ready? I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready Elvis! This is huge, this is life-altering!” You yelp, getting up from the sofa to give yourself space from him. “This can’t be real. I’m not the one for you I-I-I can’t be… What if it’s another vampire, what if it’s not me…”

“But you are honey, trust me. It’s the reason I can’t compel you, the reason why you healed so quickly after I nipped your neck too hard. It’s why I hated Daniel so much even before meeting him. I hated you were someone else’s when my heart knew you were mine. All of it is because you were meant for me. I know you feel every emotion is heightened with me. It’s why my body fits so perfectly into yours… because your soul is waiting to be one with me,” he professes. 

Your breathing quickens and you need to sit back down. All of this is happening so fast and your brain can’t keep up with all this new information that’s been thrown at you. 

“I knew if I was to be with you, it wasn’t going to be easy. But this… this changes everything. How is this my life now? I have so many things to do, Elvis. I have dreams still. I want to travel, I want to get married, and maybe have kids… But now that all seems like a delusion and it was never meant for me,” You say, tears beginning to fill your eyes. His face turns sorrowful, your words punching him like a knife. He walks closer to you to try to comfort you.

“I understand this is really hard to take. Your life isn’t over though…” he says gently. You look at him sheepishly.

“How can you say that? I no longer have a choice in anything. It’s all been decided for me by fate or whatever you want to call it and I’ll never be able to have the life I thought I wanted.”

He goes to you quickly, his eyes pleading for you to listen and stop for a moment.

“I’ll give you anything you want, I promise you. Nothing is out of the question if you were to be with me,” he pleads. He quickly pauses and looks down bashfully, taking your hands in his.

“But I’m sorry, I can’t give you children… our bodies don’t work like that… I’m sorry that’s the one thing I can’t give you. I wish I could,” he says solemnly. Tears roll down your face, unable to believe a word he’s saying.

You stare at him with his blue eyes pleading for you to listen and give yourself to him. You feel the entire world become so blurry and you wish you could restart when everything was simpler. When you thought he was just distractingly gorgeous and that’s all. Back when you he showed you how a man should fuck you and you knew you’d never be the same after such a lesson. You don’t think you’re ready for such a change. You didn’t think you were ready to become a vampire… to be frozen in time and… Oh God. Another fact hits you in the middle of the face and just about knocks the wind out of you. You sit back down on the sofa and glance over at him.

“You’re asking me… to give you my soul…” you look at him with tears and see his eyes turn aflame when you say such things, “and… you like that notion, don’t you?” You ask scared, taking in a sharp breath. 

He looks away and closes his eyes, knowing that he can’t hide his emotions well from you.

“Yes, I can’t lie… I want your soul all to myself and never lose you. It’s what’s meant to be,” he admits weakly.

The tears start to fill your vision and you hug your knees up to your chest, weeping uncontrollably. He tries to comfort you but it's not helping, you can’t think straight with him touching you. 

“Is that all it is to you? Just some duty you have to fulfill because that’s where all the signs are pointing to?”

He looks at you hurt, shaking his head sorrowfully, “Baby, it’s so much more than that…” 

You feel his lips kiss your hand and up your arm. His kisses burn like fire on your skin, leaving heated marks as he goes to kiss somewhere else.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and watch his mouth devour your skin in kisses. 

The mouth that could bite you and turn you into a vampire.

He trails down to your breasts, kissing ever so lightly but still making you burn. Burn with this terrifying desire that forever burns for him. He carefully pulls your knees down and kisses the tops of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there and he groans because of it.

“Please honey, I need you. I can’t live without you,” he whimpers, continuing to kiss your legs. You groan in frustration, not ready to concede your decision. There were too many things to consider, too many risks that you weren’t ready to take on and you were worried.

“Elvis I- please don’t make this harder than it is…” you whine. 

He spreads your legs apart, kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh on your inner thighs. You jump because of the sensation and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the attraction you have for him. He lifts his head up to look at you momentarily.

“Please baby, be mine. Say you’ll be mine. I’m all yours. Please surrender your heart to me…” he sighs, his mouth trailing closer to your core.

His voice rings in your head, the desperate nature of his tone is unlike anything you have ever experienced with him. He normally was so dominant and sure of himself because he normally got what he wanted. But with you, here now, he was begging for you. Begging for your acceptance and love.

You know he wasn’t lying, this was too serious a matter to fabricate in any way. But you were too overwhelmed. You saw your life completely different and weren’t expecting this. He makes soft whines as his mouth enjoys you, almost like he can’t get enough of your body and he’s in pain because of it.

“Honey, I need to think…” you whimper, unable to fight how good his lips feel on you.

He squeezes your legs tighter in his hands, pulling your body lower on the sofa with his face inches away from your core.

“Please,” he growls, growing more desperate. “I need you forever,” he grumbles, possessiveness rolling off of him like a tidal wave and making you suffocated because of it. His thumb grazes your folds, sending an electric shock through you. He watches your face carefully, grinning when he sees that this is the reaction he can get out of you.

“You were made just for me. Just for me,” he says in between kisses, “You were made to complete me, to love me, to satisfy every last need I would have…” he groans, pushing his thumb to your entrance and rubbing there. You throw your head back in agony, his words ringing in your ear like a song. His thumb continues to push more inside you, making you gasp at the sensation.

“Elvis, what if I’m not… what if you’re wrong,” you gasp out, “what if I’m not meant for you.”

You look down at what he’s doing and you see his finger has hooked your panties to the side, exposing to him your weeping core.

“Impossible, you’re mine,” he grumbles. You suddenly feel his tongue lick through your folds and plunge into your wet heat. You groan loudly, not expecting him to do this. His tongue moves quickly in and out of you, causing him to moan too, and squeeze your thighs tight. You can tell he gets pleasure from doing this, watching you writhe for him and barely being able to catch your breath. He moans into you, loving every second he gets to touch you. He has your heart racing like never before and you can’t take much of his. He’s so eager and needy tonight, you can tell he’s genuinely afraid of losing you. There’s too much roaming in your head to focus on him though.

You’re about to tell him to stop when he looks up at you, smirking at you with his chin covered in your wetness and his eyes glowing red. Your heart practically leaps out of your chest when you see his face like this, his crimson eyes pleading yet so hungry. 

Red.

Red and hungry.

How your eyes will look if he turns you.

You push his head away from your body and quickly get off the sofa. He looks at you concerned and tries to comfort you.

“No please, I need a second to think. I can’t do this right now. Please understand,” you plead.

His chest heaves slightly and he pushes his hair back with his hand.

“I’m sorry baby, I got too carried away I-I-I apologize. Please forgive me,” he says panicked.

You can’t look away at his eyes, they were already so hypnotic when they were blue but when they were gleaming red, it was like a vortex pulling you in with no escape.

You slowly go up to him and reach for his face, taking a closer look at his eyes. He groans when you touch his skin, needing more than just a touch from your hand.

“Do they hurt when they’re like this?” You ask, your thumb rubbing the black veins that are like spider webs crawling down his face. He hisses slightly, looking down at you.

“Sometimes, I’m sorry for how they look. I got too carried away,” he repeats.

You take your hand off of his face and take a few steps back.

“I need time. Time to think. Please understand how hard this is for me,” your voice wavering weakly.

“I know. I’ll wait for you. No matter how long, you are mine,” he affirms. Your stomach drops when you hear him emphasize the last word. 

Were you?

Is that what you were meant to be?

Were you meant to be a vampire your entire life and you just had to wait to meet Elvis?

You briskly walk to your bedroom and close the door. You try to not let your fears outweigh your feelings. You couldn’t hide the fact you had been happier with Elvis than you’ve been in a very long time. Everything he said was true in some sense. Your emotions were extremely powerful when you were with him. He cares for you and it didn’t take much to make you believe him. 

Your time was running out in some sense. He was only here in Las Vegas for five more nights and you had to decide to go with him to Memphis or deny him something he’s been looking for his whole life.

Both were equally as scary and unsettling. You knew deep down that running away from your problems wasn’t the answer. But staying with Elvis meant that sometime in the future… you’d have to become a vampire. 

This was the biggest secret he’s kept. This one altered your entire existence. 

You go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face. You had to get it together before it was too late. He deserved happiness and you didn’t want to deny him that. You wanted to be with him, it was everything you wanted and more. The way you felt for him was overwhelming and surreal.

You needed to get out of the penthouse for a bit, clear your head and get some air. Quickly walking to the phone, you dial the number for housekeeping and hope Anna’s off already. It rings a few times and someone answers. You ask if Anna is around and they say she’ll be right there. 

“Hello?” She says cheerfully. 

“Hey, it’s me. You wanna go for that drink with me? I could go for some dinner too,” you reply. 

“Absolutely! How about meeting me at lobby bar? I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes?” She asks. 

“That’s perfect I’ll see you there.”

You put on some mascara and powder the mark on your cheek. You look presentable enough and put on a light pink lipstick before heading to the elevator. The living room was barren and his books were tossed about. You weren’t going to bother to find him and tell him where you were going, he’d just have to wait for you to come back. 

The elevator reaches the lobby and there is a crowd of people outside one of the ballroom doors. You walk by it not paying any attention to it and proceed to look for Anna. She’s standing a few feet away and smiles when she sees you and hugs you. 

You catch her up on things at dinner, how Elvis wants you to come with him when he leaves. She’s shocked that he’s making such a forward gesture like this so soon. But she doesn’t know the rest of the story. How it’s because he can’t live without you. That you both are somehow tied by fate.

She lets you vent and tries to give you advice even though she doesn’t know the full situation. She was someone you’d miss dearly if you moved to Memphis. Having a friend around like her would be dearly missed but she can’t know the truth of Elvis’ world. You felt like that would put her in danger somehow and that was the last thing you wanted.

You two had a few drinks at one of the bars in the hotel and sat in silence for most of it. You were lost in thought and you could tell she was worried about you. After the last few sips, you could tell the alcohol was getting to your head and needed to walk around. You both walk through the casino slightly giggly from the drinks and watch people at the poker tables. You put some money in a slot machine and lost it instantly. Obviously luck was not on your side tonight. After walking through the hotel for the third time, you thought it was best to go back upstairs and get some sleep. It was only ten, but you hadn’t gone to bed in the last few days before four a.m. and needed the rest. Before heading to the elevators, you run to the bathroom and Anna waits outside for you. You look back at the ballroom doors that were crawling with people hours before and there are about twenty people gathered outside the door with confused and excited looks on their faces.

“What’s going on over there do you know?” You ask walking back to Anna. 

“All I heard was there was a loud commotion coming from there and music playing in the room…” she says uneasily. “Someone said Elvis walked in there not too long ago,” she explains. 

You look back at the crowd, trying to see through them. 

“Thanks for going out with me tonight. I’m gonna go,” you say softly and give her a hug. Her face looks nervous but she smiles anyway. You turn and start to make your way to the crowd. 

You slowly start to push yourself to the front where the doors are people give you nasty looks because of it. The music playing in there is faint and you can’t make out the song behind the large doors. There’s an immense wave of anxiety flowing through you as your hand hovers over the handle. You take a deep breath before turning the knob and pushing the door open. Some people try to shove their way in but you don’t let them and close the door as quickly as you can and lock it. You turn around and find a record player sitting by the piano in the room. 

When we kiss my heart's on fire…

Burning with a strange desire…

You instantly freeze when you hear that voice. You know it’s Elvis’ coming through the speakers. The recording is strange though, there isn’t any background music it’s only his voice. It makes it feel so ominous, so perilous with his voice filling the room like this and nothing else. The crackle of the speakers makes you shiver and you look around for Elvis in the room. The lights were dimmed low and you couldn’t find the light switch to help you see better.

The room is completely empty other than the piano, record player, and stacks of chairs along the wall. You check your surroundings and see there’s no one in here and have no idea how Elvis slipped out of here unnoticed. 

And I know, each time I kiss you…

That your heart's on fire too…

You slowly walk to the piano where you see a long, shallow box wrapped with a bow on it and a single rose left on top. You carefully pick it up and see the tag with your name on it. Your heart flutters uncontrollably, scared of what you’ll find in here. 

You set aside the rose and your fingers pull at the bow and have it unravel around the box. You lift the top off the box and find a note on top of the gift wrapped in tissue paper. 

So, my darling, please surrender

All your love so warm and tender

“For my midnight show this evening. Show everyone how gorgeous you are and what is mine. Please surrender your love to me.”

E

Your breathing hitches when you read the last line, unable to hide how much this all makes you feel uneasy. 

The lyrics of the song make you shake, it all feels too surreal and the darkness of the situation looms over you. His voice rings in your ears and you can’t think straight. You go to the record player and lift the arm up from the vinyl to stop the song from playing.

Let me hold you in my arms, dear

While the moon shines bright above

You jump when you still hear his voice playing through the speaker. How the hell was this working? You stare at the record spinning and look back at the box, fear overtaking your mind.

You carefully rip open the tissue paper to reveal the contents of the box. It was an item of clothing and you had to take it fully out of the box to see what it was. You take hold of the straps and let the piece of clothing unravel itself, cascading down in an ombré of red and black. It was breathtaking and nothing you would have ever expected. It was a dress that had a V cut and connected at the top of the neckline with a small chain of diamonds. The top of the bodice was a deep red, slowly melting into black at the ends of the dress. It was silky to the touch and was probably more expensive than you could ever imagine. 

All the stars will tell the story

Of our love and all its glory

You can’t give him a decision tonight, you just can’t. It’s too soon. You would love to go to the show tonight, but if you go, you know that he’ll take it as some sort of sign you made your decision. Especially in this dress, you’d be screaming that you’re his. 

Something glimmers in the light at the bottom of the box and catches your eye. 

Let us take this night of magic

And make it a night of love

You set the dress on top of the piano and reach for the box again. There you find a gold necklace with the letters TLC and a lightning bolt with diamonds in the middle of it. It was stunning and it shimmered so easily even in this poor light. You’ve never seen this rendition before. Elvis and his men wore TCB ones and weren’t exactly sure what this one meant. But all you knew was that it marked you as his and were in his inner circle of vampires. 

Won't you please surrender to me

Your lips, your arms, your heart, dear

All of this was too much. You had to get out of here and quickly before Elvis could find you here. You get a shiver through your body and know it’s too late, he’s in here and you’re too afraid to face him. He deserves an answer, but not one that’s without consideration from all sides. 

You feel his cold hands press against your arms and his body presses against the back of yours. Your breathing hitches and you try to hold your breath as he holds you. 

Be mine forever

Be mine tonight

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Not sure if I'm fully happy with this one but I no longer have the energy to edit it anymore. Meh, Dust is basically how I pictured him. I should mention I really like the way @snowcoffeee writes him so there will probably be some similarities as I've never written him before now.

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First Day, Previous Day, and Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Dust - Boxed In

Word Count: 2,923

You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched lately. Whenever you were out and about, whether that was running errands or traveling to and from work, you felt like some sort of spectre was staring at you.

It was incredibly unnerving and your head felt like it was constantly on a swivel nowadays. Every time you swore you saw something move out of the corner of your eye it was either nothing or the wind blowing an piece of trash around.

So why were you so paranoid?

Why did it feel like something was secretly stalking you?

Why you?

There weren't many people out today, which you normally didn't mind, but you'd come to hate the quiet. Being friends with Axe had made you realize how lonely you really were and as such, you'd started to crave human, or in this case, monster contact. Being alone felt unbearable all of the sudden and you didn't know what to do to remedy this feeling.

You couldn't bring yourself to reach out to old classmates, not after how well you knew many of them had succeeded in life in comparison to you. You certainly weren't going to try and reestablish contact with your sister or any of your other family members either, not after how little they cared about you back when you were still talking to them.

The obvious solution was to make new friends but you didn't know where to start. Your coworkers were all either way older than you and from completely different backgrounds or not exactly nice people in general. You weren't one to go to clubs or bars to hang out and get drunk either, especially by yourself as a woman. So where else does a young adult go to meet new people? Unfortunately, you were still looking for an answer to that question.

You were on your way back home from the library after returning and borrowing some new books, when you passed a dimly lit alleyway. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a figure leaning against one of the brick walls with their hood pulled up. You could smell the lingering stench of cigarette smoke and immediately decided to keep walking so as to not draw unwanted attention to yourself.

You had only walked ahead a couple of feet further when you heard someone else's footsteps behind you.

Your heartrate quickened and you clutched the straps of your bag tighter. You didn't want to assume it was the person from the alleyway but who else could it be?

Before you could turn around to see who was following so closely, they grabbed your right arm and abruptly shoved you up against the building.

You gasped in surprise as the rough texture of the brick cut into your back.

The man from the alleyway was holding you tightly by your upper arms. Despite only being maybe two inches taller, he was practically leering over your smaller form.

He seemed to be a skeleton and two red eyelights glared back at you from beneath his hood, although the left one had an additional ring of light blue magic that somehow made this moment even more unsettling. His clothes actually reminded you of the ones Axe usually wore, except this skeleton wore white gloves as well. Unlike your friend though, his build was more similar to your own, but he'd still be larger than you if he had flesh covering his bones.

Did they know each other? Was it racist to wonder if all skeletons knew each other? Should you even be asking yourself questions right now?

It felt like the hostile skeleton was staring into your soul and to your shame, you froze up for the second time in a potentially life-threatening situation this year. To be fair, you were under the impression you couldn't even hurt him, at least according to what you'd been told by Axe anyways.

After staring at you for what felt like an eternity, he scoffed. "there's nothing special about you," he spat.

That simple statement was enough to fill you with immense dread. The monster in front of you basically screamed insane and you were immediately hit with two realizations.

He'd killed countless people.

And if you didn't do something, anything, you'd be dead in the next few minutes.

"H-how...would you know?" you asked quietly.

He said nothing and continued glowering at you.

So, you tried another approach. "Look buddy, I know a guy and if he found out you were harrassing me like this, he'd have some choice words for you." You were trying to keep your voice firm but without sounding threatening to avoid agitating the skeleton further.

His eye sockets narrowed slightly but he otherwise had no visible reaction. "oh i'm sure you do, but the funny thing is, i don't care..." he growled.

"You should care. He's not pleasant when he's angry and I can't guarantee he'll be content with just giving you a good talking to."

He hummed in an off-handed way although his grip on your arms tightened slightly.

You weren't going down without a fight if he decided to take you somewhere. You knew that one of the big rules to survive a kidnapping was never to let them take you to the second location. If it came down to it, you were going to fight like hell, no matter if you could actually inflict pain on a skeleton or not.

"i deal with a lot of unpleasant people on a daily basis, human." He let out a heavy sigh and his eyelights seemed to burn brighter for a second. "and most of them end up dead if they even think of messing with me," he muttered.

Well that just confirmed what you'd already figured out. Although, you also had another realization all of the sudden.

He seemed...overtired. Maybe you could try to use your Intent on him? Afterall, it had worked to get Axe's attention the few times you'd done so. Now the problem was how to do it without setting him off and getting yourself killed.

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to make eye contact with him. "You know what else is funny?" Without even waiting for a response, you kept talking, "You're not even the first scary skeleton I've met."

"i know." He hadn't even missed a beat to respond and his words sent a chill down your spine. "and i also know you've been manipulating him."

You swallowed thickly and tried to focus on taking even breaths to keep yourself from freaking out more than you were. It seemed that he was really good at shutting down your attempts to de-escalate this moment. Still, you'd learned something else that could potentially prove helpful.

"You know him then?" you asked tentatively.

The corners of his tight permanent smile twitched and his phalanges slightly dug into your arms, even through his gloves and your clothing. To your surprise, he didn't even bother to deny this apparent slip of his theoretical tongue.

"you could say that..." he muttered.

Okay...that was very vague.

"So...I'm gonna go out on a limb here for a sec. Are you concerned about him? Is that why you've decided to confront me today?"

He stared back at you passively but noticeably didn't deny either of your questions.

"Hey, uh...it's cool. Really though, it's not a bad thing to be concerned about friends..."

Well, there you went again; running your mouth while being pinned by a potentially insane murderer. You could tell even he thought you were crazy all of the sudden if the look he gave you was any clue.

"Just...maybe cornering people isn't a good way to go about it...?" You visibly cringed at how high pitched your tone of voice became at the end of your question.

Taking a deep breath, you added, "Look, I can explain everything if you want, but any chance you can...let go a little? You have a really strong grip..."

"you're insane." You bit your lower lip and glanced away at the intensity of his tone but he continued talking. "you get thrown into a wall but rather than try and get away or fight back, you think talking it out will save you? ridiculous..."

"Pot, meet kettle...?"

He seemed completely taken aback and fell silent for a moment while processing what you'd said. He then started to quietly chuckle, but his laughter soon grew louder until he had to hold onto you to keep from falling over. You felt paralyzed with fear and remained silent until he finally calmed down again.

"wow..." he finally managed to say between lingering chuckles. "you're funny..."

"Uh, that's debatable...but thanks?"

Your arms were starting to get sore with the way he was basically hanging off of you. So, you went to grab onto his own arms in an attempt to pull him up slightly to take the added weight off of you.

Apparently, that was a bad move.

The moment you touched him, his skull shot up and he roughly shoved you against the wall again. He was back to leering over you, except this time, he'd planted one of his knees against your leg and was applying pressure so you couldn't try to shove him off.

You immediately let go and dropped your arms to your sides. "Easy, I wasn't trying anything, okay? My arms were just getting sore..." you said, quickly trying to reassure him.

He continued to glare at you and his mismatched eyelights flickered across your face, probably looking for any indication that you were lying. When he seemed to find none, he exhaled slowly but remained holding you down.

"Do you want to go get a coffee or something so we can talk like reasonable adults?" you asked.

His eye sockets narrowed slightly and he seemed to consider your suggestion for a moment. "...fine, but don't try anything, okay?"

You nodded, "I wouldn't dream of it."

He let go of you and stepped back, although keeping hold of your right arm as he did so. It made sense though as you wouldn't trust you either if you were him.

"you've never been to the coffee shop down the block, right?" he asked. His tone of voice was firm, as if he already knew the answer to his question.

You shook your head. "I haven't actually. Did you want to go there?"

"sure, doesn't matter i suppose," he muttered and started to walk in that direction, nearly dragging you along with him.

You had to scramble to catch up but you were soon able to match his pace. You both walked in silence; his hold never loosening on your arm and you finally realizing that your hands were trembling.

"Do you have a name?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He grunted and responded in a gruff tone, "dust."

You couldn't decide if that was a weird name or a really morbid one since you'd heard monsters simply turned to dust when they died. Although, now that you weren't being pinned, you could see that his clothes seemed to have an ashy appearance, which seemed to all but confirm the later.

"I'm sorry, but surely that's not the name your parents gave you, right?"

He glanced at you and shrugged, but made no effort to explain.

You let out a sigh and ran your free hand over your face. "Alright, I'll drop it then." You introduced yourself as well but he only gave you a disinterested grunt in acknowledgement.

By the time you'd each gotten a coffee, yours was a pretty basic one with cream and sugar while his was straight black, you were feeling slightly better. Dust guided you to a table in the corner away from the other patrons and sat down in front of you, so that your back was against the wall. He'd also taken care to sit in such a way so that he had an easy view of the rest of the coffee shop and the entrance.

You held your coffee cup with both hands, savouring the warmth emanating from the hot beverage, and pointedly avoiding eye contact with the creepy skeleton. You didn't know what to say or if you even should say anything and just wait for him to speak first. While this whole situation had been awful, you hadn't felt nearly this anxious during your first meeting with Axe.

"What do you want to know?" you finally just came out and asked.

He was quiet at first and seemed focused on his coffee rather than solely on you. "how'd you meet Axe?"

"Well...funnily enough it wasn't too different from how we met. I was out on a walk in the woods and he was there for whatever reason..." You trailed off for a moment and brought your cup slightly closer to yourself for comfort. "I guess he wasn't doing well that day and he attacked me. I managed to talk him down and we had coffee afterwards."

You felt him scrutinizing you and briefly glanced up to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable but didn't seem angry at least.

"i see..." he muttered. "well i work with the big guy and he's been acting different lately. like coming to this specific universe a lot and, while he's done his best to hide it, i noticed he's been making extra food for someone else too."

"Yeah, he started sharing his cooking after we became friends. He's a really good cook by the way and I've picked up a couple of great tips too."

Dust hummed in agreement and took a sip of his still steaming hot coffee. You inadvertently winced but he showed no visible reaction if doing so had hurt or not.

"so, how'd you convince him not to kill you?" he asked suddenly. You could feel his mismatched eyelights almost piercing into your very soul with how intently he was now staring at you.

You swallowed nervously and took a deep breath to try and steady your nerves. "I didn't know what I was doing at first but the way he explained it, I used something called Intent? He said it was like I forced all my concern and feelings of reassurance into him too."

He was looking at you like you had grown a second head and the intensity of his gaze made you feel very uncomfortable, like a pit had formed in your stomach.

"no one uses intent like that..." he finally growled.

Throwing up your hands in exasperation, you huffed in annoyance. "Well apparently I do! Would you like a demonstration?!"

He looked slightly taken aback at your outburst and to your surprise, he didn't retort immediately. "not really... i don't exactly trust you, human..." he muttered.

You took a few deep breaths until your frustration seemed to ebb away a little. "I'm sorry...I think the stress is getting to me. I didn't mean to get so upset..."

He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, apparently completely unbothered. Just then, the little bell at the door rang and his eyelights darted in the direction of the sound when a few young people entered the establishment. When none of them appeared to have noticed the two of you, he heave a sigh of relief.

It struck you that not only did he seem overtired but he'd been acting rather paranoid nearly the entire time you'd been with him. It had been pretty easy to overlook with how terrified you'd been earlier, but now you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was clearly concerned for his friend and while you were still scared of him, you were also concerned for his wellbeing.

He flinched when your hand touched his gloved one and his eyelights quickly flicked to your own eyes before glancing down at your hand. To your surprise though, He didn't pull away.

"Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but you and Axe are friends, right?" you asked.

He stared back at you passively and shrugged.

You decided to take that as a yes and continued talking. "I mentioned this earlier but I can tell that you're concerned for his wellbeing. He's a great guy and it's good to see he has someone willing to look out for him, even if I don't personally approve of your approach to doing so. He's pretty lucky to have a friend like you."

You had no idea if you were even using Intent right now but you knew that you meant every word you'd said. It was now up to him if he believed you or not.

He stared at your hand in complete silence for a long time. Finally, he slowly looked up and made eye contact again, although he had a bit of a confused expression on his skull. He then took his hand back and wiggled his gloved phalanges.

"huh..." was all he managed to say.

"Sorry, I don't have the hang of it. That didn't hurt or anything, right?" you asked.

"no, i'm fine..." he muttered and shook his skull. He fixed you with a strange look and stood up. "maybe there is something special about you afterall... either way, i still don't trust you, human..."

He turned to leave but left you with one final comment. "i'll be watching you to see if you're really so sincere..." He then walked out of the coffee shop, leaving his empty coffee cup behind on the table.

Yours had long gone cold...

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