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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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jealousy simon 'ghost' riley x reader (smut)

Pairing: fem reader x simon 'ghost' riley [smut]

CW: fem reader, fem pronouns used, slight dom ghost, jealousy, alcohol intake, possessive/jealous/makeup sex, p in v sex

nsfw under the cut ! minors , do not interact !! 18 ++ !!

alternate version here

word count: 2.6k~

Always being close to your Lieutenant Ghost, it wasn't ordinarily weird when you went out to pubs, bars, or the combined, such as where you'll be tonight - a busy bar/restaurant downtown. Except for this time, you had been in your feelings and discovered your own towards your superior. You contemplated telling him, but to be safe, you wanted to wait until you had a few drinks in, in case he doesn't accept it, you can blame it on the alcohol. (lmao blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a alcohol 🤪 I'm so funny guys... LAUGH OR ELSE😈)

You ordered your first drink and found a table to sit at while waiting for him. Of course, it would be hard not to notice him, as big of a man as he was. So, you busied yourself on your phone in the meantime.

15 minutes go by and you sigh, looking up to the entrance at the right time when he walked in. Your face instinctually lit up, waving at him. He returned the wave before gathering a bartender's attention and being handed a bottle of whiskey as he made his way over to you, grunting as he sat down.

"What's up, Lieutenant?" fuck you were already being awkward.

He tilted his head, noticing you acting strange but not pushing it. "Hello to you, too."

You grabbed the menus and handed him one before barely skimming through it, closing it, and setting it back. None of their entrees looked appetizing, so you're going with safe food.

"I don't know why you grab a menu. Y'always get the same thing," he joked. "Tenders and chips."

"And you always get a steak. Medium rare with scalloped potatoes and mac n' cheese," you played along. You knew him well, if not better than he knew you. Who were you kidding, he was a very observant man. You wouldn't be surprised if he knew more about you than you thought.

"Guess you do pay attention," he chuckled as he closed his menu. He lifted his mask and took a long swig of whiskey.

After you enjoy your meals, you drink about 6 [or however many cups/shots you want, idc] more cups while Ghost's on his second bottle, you're filled with laughter, and feel very giddy. Your body jolted as you remembered what you wanted to tell him tonight, and by gauging his mood, it really wouldn't be a bad idea, especially at this point.

"Need another one. Be back," he told you, getting up to the bar. It was pretty busy now, a bunch of women gathered at the front.

You tried to keep your eyes off of him, and you even picked up your phone to attempt to distract yourself, but it stayed in your hand, falling to the table as you watched what was happening. A woman, a very attractive one honestly, peeked at Ghost, checking him out and smiling ear to ear as she approached him. You figured of course he would look, she's showing off her whole body in that damn outfit she was wearing. You couldn't read her lips because of that damned big smile, but it was very obvious she was flirting.

You watched as her hand bravely snaked up his forearm. He turned his head slowly, and his eyes scanned over her body. Oh, how your heart sank. But you pursed your lips, nearly fighting back tears as you watched the interaction. He shifted in his step, still waiting for his bottle. His head bobbed as he spoke, and you only hoped he wasn't reciprocating her intentions.

And if that wasn't bad enough, soon as two barstools cleared up, they sat next to each other. Your breath fastened as you kept trying to pry your eyes away. His hand lay on the small of her back while she sat up on the stool. You're finally able to look away, rage filling your head as you pick up your wallet and pull enough cash to cover the bill and then some, with a hefty tip.

What the fuck was taking so long for the drinks, and why the fuck was he touching her? At this point, you didn't want to know. You were ready to confess your feelings, to hope that you could call him yours, but of course, some slut would pull him away - ruin your chance. You almost saw red as you huffed, picking up your stuff and storming out the door, walking a good while to where you parked, damn the busy city.

She'll keep him busy, y/n, don't worry. He won't notice you're gone, and sure as hell won't care - you told yourself.

You were about 10 feet from your car when you surprisingly heard a deep voice calling your name, getting closer every second.

"Y/N!" he called.

You ignored him, booking it into your car, and fiddling with the keys to unlock it. Goddamn, if he wasn't as fast as he was, you barely got your key into the door when he took your keys away from the door, grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him.

"What the bloody hell has gotten into you, y/n?" he asked in a stern voice, concerned. "You've been acting weird all night, talk to me."

You rolled your eyes. You bit your tongue as you didn't want to say anything too mean, but fuck if you weren't livid with him. It wasn't his fault, you knew that. You know he didn't know and couldn't read your damn mind, but for some reason you expected him to. You huffed, not being able to help your venomous tone as you replied, "Nothing! Nothing is wrong! I'm going home!"

You once again try to open the door, hurriedly trying to escape.

He slammed the car door shut, towering over you, almost raising his voice. "What the fuck is your problem, y/n? Fuckin' tell me. I'm not going back and forth with you and I'm not fucking chasing you. Tell me what the fuck is wrong."

Tears pricked your eyes, finally falling as you stammered, trying to find the words. You gave up, looking at the ground. Very careful with his words, he gently cupped your chin. "Hey, hey. Come on," he sighed. "Don't give me a hard time. Just tell me."

"I-I just wish you would notice how I feel for you, Ghost! I've had a fucking crush on you for... I don't know how long now! And seeing you flirt with that... that bitch! I just... I got so mad, I was..." you sniffled, stopping yourself from going on a ramble and trying not to be disrespectful towards some random girl who honestly didn't deserve it as you knew it wasn't right to hate on people.

"Flirtin'? I was flirtin' with her? Sweetie, no..." He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, carefully not to smudge your eyeliner. "Fuckin' hell, I'm sorry. That was nothing, y/n. It meant nothing."

"Yeah, right," you scoff, finding it hard to believe him, remembering how he was looking at her. "I'm sorry. I should have never said anything. Please, just let me go home."

"Y/n... Let me get us an Uber... We've been drinkin' luv," his voice softened, showing genuine concern for you. While it was somehow convincing, you still felt anger. "Will you let me come home with you? Please."

You don't think you've ever heard him say 'please' like this before. You fought with yourself mentally, until of course, you caved in.

"Whatever," you replied.

You didn't talk to him on the drive home, making it obvious you were mad at him as you faced yourself against the window. He tried to touch your shoulder in comfort but you pushed him away. When the car finally came to a stop, you got out in a hurry, and for no reason, sped walk to your door even though you know full and damn well you invited him back here with you.

You locked yourself in the bathroom as you needed a moment to straighten up and change into pajamas.

Finally calming down, you walk to your hallway. Looking back and forth between your bedroom and the living room, your body moved on its own to where he was.

You both make eye contact as you come and sit down. You sit down, hugging your thighs to your chest. "So..."

"So. You have feelings for me, yeah?"

"Yeah... I guess I do, so now what? I ruined our friendship?" you shrugged, trying to find any bit of discomfort in his face - eyes - that damn mask.

"No," he shook his head, leaning into his knees, keeping eye contact. "Not at all."

"Well," you look down. "Now what, Lieutenant?"

"Quit callin' me that."

As you find his eyes again, they seem more relaxed as they look you up and down. "Simon."

"Okay... Simon," you repeated his name.

Awkward fucking silence. Fuck it, you were going to sleep.

"Since we're fine, I'm going to sleep."

"Not yet you are," he softly groaned, getting up, listening to his knees crack before he knelt before you, a sight you must admit was heavenly. Knees spread on the ground, still at face level. His hands rested on his thick, muscular thighs. "Y/n... I do like you. Have for a long time."

You have to shake your head to look away from his bottom half. "Do you mean that? Or are you just saying that?"

He looked at your hands, softly pulling them away. Your thighs spread as they fell on the couch. His thumbs rubbed the top of your hands. "Mean that, truly." He pulled away from one hand, lifting his mask above his soft, pink lips before he planted a loving kiss on your hand, before turning it over to kiss at your palm, letting you cradle his face.

You relaxed into his touch, a breath you've been holding for a while finally releasing. His soft eyes met yours for a moment, you saw the universe. Time stopped as you both leaned into a passionate kiss, he cups both sides of your face as he takes in all your mouth had to offer, every taste lingering from your fruity drinks mixed with his tobacco and whiskey combination.

It wasn't long before he hoisted you up, letting your legs wrap around his torso while he blindly walked in the direction where your bedroom would be. The kiss only broke when he asked you which door to go into.

He hovered over you as he set you on your bed, the bed sinking in where his hands held himself up. He moved on from your lips to your jaw, sucking down into your neck, licking a stripe up your pulse. His knee maneuvered between your thighs, grinding into your heat, surely already sopping wet. Finally feeling how he touches you, kisses you, handles you - you could orgasm alone from just this.

He lifted his hands, brushing over your lips which greedily took his index finger in, sucking on it, swirling your tongue around it, earning a sinful groan from Simon. He fixed his position, hiking his knees up next to your hips as he took his fingers out of your mouth with a pop of your lips, switching to another pair.

His hand glides over your breast, sliding over your perked nipple, reaching underneath the band of your pajama pants, to the hem of your underwear. "You sure you want this, luv? Don't know that I can hold back if you say 'yes', doll..." he warned.

"Yes, yes, I want this," you breathed. With your consent, two thick, wet fingers found your throbbing clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Your body tensed as you gasped in pleasure, biting your lip as you looked into his dark, lustful eyes.

"So fuckin' wet f'me. All for me, right, lovie?" he cooed.

"All- Oh! Only for you, Simon~!" you back bowed off the bed as you swear you were already approaching your first orgasm. His fingers spread your folds before finding your clenched hole. The squelch nearly bounced off the walls of your pussy as he slowly and eagerly pushed two fingers in, carefully pistoning his fingers inside of your spongy walls.

"Fuck~, so fuckin' tight and wet. Can't wait to fuck you silly. Make you feel so damn good, baby..."

"Simon!" you whined as he hit that spot, your pussy clenched relentlessly, making it harder for him to thrust in and out as your orgasm washed over you, gushing all over his fingers, slick and thickly coating his fingers.

"What a good girl, yeah? You did so well, baby," he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead as you caught your breath. He smirked as he cleaned off his fingers, and you embarrassingly watched, blushing as you saw his eyes roll back at the taste of you - your cum. "Ready for my cock, luv? Yeah?"

Oh, how you nodded before he even finished the sentence. He swiftly pulled your pants off before taking his off. He slapped your clothed pussy, watching your body shiver at the impact and chuckling at your state.

You look down to see his cock, and your eyes widened. How you were going to take him, you didn't know but you knew it would ruin you~.

He kissed at your naval before slowly pulling your underwear down. "Can you take all of me, lovie?"

"Mhm!" you were eager to please him, even though you were unsure if he would fit.

He teased his tip between your folds, gathering the remaining slick from your orgasm before pushing his thick head into you slowly.

"Fuck! S-so big, Simon..." Your legs quivered but readied to lock around his hips.

"Too tight, fuckin' hell..." he strained, having to physically hold back from slamming into you all at once.

As he inched in deeper, your back arched higher and higher, eager to fully take him into you. He stretched you out nicely until his tip kissed your cervix, and he bottomed out. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gripped his shoulders, he leaned down to suckle at your neck, deafening his groans into your skin.

"Don't stop, please... please," you begged. You needed more, needed him to ruin you and show you that he's yours and you his.

"Fuckin' hell..." his eyes rolled back at your pleas, obliging instantly as he picked up the pace. Your tightness was surely going to milk him of all that he had, but he didn't think he could last too much longer due to the sweet, sweet melody he was creating from your moans that echoed off the walls.

"Right there, Simon~! Oh my god!" your legs shook even as they were tightly locked around his waist. Your nails clutched at the back of his neck, so focused on the pleasure you didn't notice the wetness that was blood that was pooling around your nails from your scratches into him; he didn't care, he was getting off to pleasing you.

"Cum with me, lovie..." he demanded softly.

White heat licked the back of your eyes before you saw stars, nearly blacking out. He falls on top of you as he paints your insides white, the heavy weight of his body was in fact very comforting, and you found yourself slipping off to sleep.

He allowed you a moment before he woke you, wanting to help you clean yourself off before heading to bed.

"You with me, darlin'?" he chuckled as he rubbed your cheek, lovingly staring into your eyes, looking over each feature of your face.

You smile. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. That was... so good."

He smirked, deeply chuckling. "Right, let's get you washed up, babe."

He helped you up, leading you to the bathroom, and that's mostly all you remembered of this night.

As you lay in bed, you smile yourself to sleep with Simon next to you. Before dozing off, you wondered...

Why was I mad again?

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macsimagines · 7 months

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kazutora, hakkai, and izana or anyone you like are going to visit their darlings apartment for the first time! uninvited and without her knowledge but still exciting! but when they get in there its like empty as hell. one room apartment and not counting the kitchen that came with it her only piece of furniture is her bed...maybe has a couple magazines laying around, and a phone thats just plugged into the wall sitting on the floor. this is beyond minimalist bruh what is going on? does she actually live here? where are her clothes??? under the bed maybe. babygirl you alright?

cant relate ive got so much weird shit in my living space but let me give this a shot.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BROKE-ASS DARLING, BREAKING AND ENTERING

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Ok so this loser was so excited to break in and learn so much about his soulmate only to be crushed at the barren emptiness. He was so sad for you.

He wants you to have everything your heart desires and he feels like you don't have what you rightfully deserve.

Gifts, gifts, and more gifts are flooded your way. He's giving you clothes, handbags, posters and plushies. Anything you showed slight interest in he's getting you some kind of merch.

You try and tell him that you really don't need all this stuff, but he doesn't accept that. "You deserve it. C'mon, just this once?" except once turns into twice and a hundred times more.

That's not even the brunt of it, he's got his own special room he's decking out and making just for you when he decides its time for you to come home with him.

Yandere!Hakkai Shiba

So he isn't the breaking and entering type, but after failing to initiate a conversation with you, for like the tenth time in a row, he decides it's time to try a different approach.

His sister and Taka-Chan both told him to try and take an interest in your likes, that way when he tries to talk to you he'll have something to talk about, except he doesn't know what you like and he resorts to this.

So shocked and defeated when he finds nothing. Not one photo, not one hobby, not even books. Just magazines and he honestly doesn't really understand what the interest in those are either.

But he's smart and finally has an idea. He invites you shopping- and by that I of course mean his sister invites you shopping and he tags along like an overgrown guard dog.

Sure Hakkai may not speak the whole time or even make eye contact with you once but he does swipe his own card every time you go to the register to pay for something.

Even though the fool doesn't even respond when you tell him thank you, you don't miss the way he blushes when you try to speak to him.

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

He wasn't planning on breaking in either. But he was bored and he wanted to see if there were things you were hiding from him. Like maybe secret friends that meant he wasn't the center of your world, or maybe plans to move away and leave him.

It was more about his own insecurities than anything so when he breaks in and sees nothing in your apartment at first he's worried that his fears are right and you really are going to leave without a trace.

But then he looks more carefully, and realizes "Damn, bitch. You live like this?" Is more bemused than anything, but after while starts to feel a little bad.

"I need clothes. Do you need clothes?" He's going to try shopping with you. But then you hit him with that "Naw, my socks only have a few holes in them."

Drags your ass to the mall. "Pick out some damn furniture, Y/N. I know you ain't got shit." "How do you-" "I said pick out some furniture, Y/N."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere kazutora hanemiya #yandere hakkai #yandere hakkai shiba

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laelior · 13 days

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The Weight of the World

To: Master Operations Chief (ret.) Margaret Shepard

This letter is to inform you that your granddaughter, Lieutenant Commander Bethany Shepard, was presumed killed in action following the destruction of the SSV Normandy by unknown enemy forces on December 5, 2183.

Lieutenant Commander Shepard’s service with the Alliance was an example to us all and her heroic actions in service both to Earth and the Citadel Council will never be forgotten.

At this time, we are unable to publicly announce details related to the destruction of the SSV Normandy. At such a time when we are able, rest assured that the Alliance will lay Lieutenant Commander Shepard to rest with full military honors.

Please accept my sincerest condolences for your loss.

Adm. Steven HackettAlliance 5th Fleet Command

Anderson sat in the back of his skycar, numbly rehearsing the words of the letter in his hands over the neatly-folded Alliance flag and Alliance-stamped urn in his lap. God, for such a small jar it must have weighed a ton. Nevermind that it was empty.

His eyes continually wandered to the shallow, formulaic words on the flimsy paper in his hands, hoping that somehow they’d magically rearrange themselves into something less weighty than the gravitational pull of a whole damn planet before the skycar touched down.

Hackett had already sent nineteen letters just like the one in his hands to nineteen different addresses. Letters addressed to Preslies, Dravens, Tanakas and so forth. Letters only confirming what the rumor mill had already been circulating for months. Letters delivered by NCOs and junior officers with black bands around their arms as a thin show of solidarity for their losses. It had been tempting to pass this particular letter off to someone else, too, but some things just had to be done.

“We’re almost there, sir,” the driver said.

The skycar gently touched down on the street next to a neat little house with an immaculately maintained garden. Even in the dead of winter the hedges were neatly trimmed and the flower beds were freshly mulched.

The driver went out to ring the doorbell while Anderson slowly gathered himself for the news he had to deliver.

The woman who came out to the front porch to greet him after a moment was smaller than he expected. He’d never met her before, but Peggy Shepard was a legend in her own right. One of the founding mothers of the Alliance non-commissioned officer’s corp and one of the best damn sniper instructors the service ever had. Hell, her 500-meter longshot record had stood for nearly forty years and had only been broken a few years ago by Lieutenant Coats.

And she didn’t need a letter to tell her why he was here. That was obvious from the hard, steely look in her eyes that flicked to his uniform, the flag tucked under one arm, and the black band around the other. Her eyes lingered on the captain’s stars on his lapel and her hand twitched at her side, fighting the reflexive urge to salute. Old habits died hard, and habits drilled in by a lifetime of military discipline were harder to kill than most. When she looked him right in the eye, though, Anderson had to fight the urge to flinch.

Throughout his military career, Anderson had faced more threats than he cared to count, from the petty political rivalries that riddled the service right up to Saren himself. And just then he would have rather faced down Sovereign itself if it meant getting away from the look in her eyes.

She was no stranger to this ritual. A casual glimpse at the Shepard family tree told him how many of its branches had been pruned like this. But that never meant it was easy to be the bearer of this particular news.

“Ma’am,” he intoned formally. Formalities were good. They were safe. He held up the folded flag and offered it to her with both hands. But before he could so much as open his mouth to say the words that were the next part of the ritual, she held up a hand and drew in a shaky breath.

“It’s true, isn’t it? What they’ve been saying?” She asked quietly. No need to ask what they were saying.

Anderson could only nod stiffly. “I’m afraid so, ma’am.”

She quietly accepted the flag, taking the weight from him and hugging it closely to her chest.

“The Alliance offers its sincerest condolences for your loss,” he intoned, getting back to the words of the ritual. “If there’s anything we can do for you….” He trailed off. There was nothing the Alliance could do for her that would remotely make up for the magnitude of her loss, and there was no point pretending otherwise.

She nodded in acknowledgement of the harsh, unspoken truth that passed between them.

“I need to make arrangements,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, before turning back into her house and letting the door slam shut behind her. The large wooden door closed with a resounding thud that made him flinch with its finality. He set the urn and the letter down on the porch table next to the door and went back to the car, his duty thus discharged.

If it was a tragedy for a parent to bury their child, then it was an utter goddamn travesty for a grandparent to lower their grandchild’s casket into the ground.

The driver cleared his throat, cutting across the uncomfortable silence that filled the car. “Where to next, sir?”

“Norfolk,” he said, picking the closest Alliance base he could think of off-hand. The car began its ascent, leaving the view of the Shepard household behind. “Drop me off at the officer’s club, and tell them to have a glass of Ardbeg 16 ready, no ice.”

Something to wash away the ashy taste of having been the one to send Peggy Shepard’s granddaughter to her empty grave.

#mass effect #david anderson #peggy shepard #beth shepard #cw: grief #cw: major character death #(she gets better)#but yeah this isn't a happy piece #i'm in a mood apparently #ficlet #my writing #lae writes #but hey every time i write about peggy i force myself to learn more about gardening #in this case how to winterize flower beds

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arashrita · 5 months

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May I request some Malleus angst?? Were Malleus wants to end his relationship with fem!reader because he is afraid that someone would target her in order to get to him? And it proceeds to both of them having a fight and avoiding each other, meanwhile reader relies on Leona what happened (they are like close friends after his overblot) and Leona tries to cheer her up during the time, with Malleus’ side Lilia starts telling him that he and Silver and Sebek would protect reader if it means them being happy and to not ruin something beautiful (their relationship), but when Malleus is about to go and try and get his love back he sees them from far away and assumes they are dating and gets jealous and confronts the reader when she is by herself and proceeds to both of them confessing they still love each other and can’t be apart from each other? (Yes happy ending because I can’t stand Malleus being sad or hurt!!!! TTuTT)

A/N: I'm so sorry for being late. I just love your idea. Enjoy 💜💜💜

No Damsel in Distress! (Malleus Draconia x F! Reader)

You don't know what happened, you really don't. All you can say is, what started as playful bickering turned into petty arguments. Your glare remained as he growled in frustration. Honestly, you were super tired of this. This is not the first time. You two keep having the same argument over and over again and you were just sick of it.

"(Y/N), will you please just listen to me? I'm a fae-prince, the future king of Briar Valley and you—you are just a human. So fragile... so... unprotected... We can't be together. You will never be able to fight with the danger that lays ahead."

"...When I said the same thing 6 months ago, you were the one to assure me with your sweet words. What is the real truth, Malleus? That I can be in danger? Or, that you are embarrassed to love a human girl?"

"We're you listening at all?!"

"I heard you loud and clear."

"We are not meant to be together! So, just go!! We can't be together. I don't love you! You and I are not real."

That hurt. Really? Was he really playing with you the whole time? Were you really that blind that you couldn't see the truth? Good heavens... You were hurt, you were angry and you were extremely disappointed with him.

"...When people told me that you are a living curse—that you only bring bad luck, pain and disappointment... I didn't want to believe them. When my friends warned me again and again...I should have listened to them. Now, I see the truth. Now, I really see that they were right about you from the start. I never would've trusted someone like you. I should have turned my back on you ages ago. I... should have never met you... You just aren't worth it... Fine, you want me to leave? I definitely will. Thank you for opening my eyes."

With those words, you stormed off, leaving him there stunned, horrified.

He didn't expect you to be so... brutal... But that's okay... If it means you will be safe then he can accept you hating him. He can, right...?

After you left, he teleported back to Diasomnia and locked himself in his room. His hands were shaking. You didn't mean what you said, did you? You can never abandon him just like that, right? He knows he screwed up real bad. Hurting you is the last thing he wants. Why did he say he doesn't love you? That's nowhere near the truth! He loves you so damn much, more than anything...

Uncontrollable tears flowed from his eyes. Your words replayed in his mind over and over again. It hurts... His chest hurts. Just because of his stupid mouth you were gone... just like that.

On the other hand, you found yourself sobbing your heart out to the Savanaclaw dormleader. You and him somehow managed to get pretty close over time. Leona sighed. He hated seeing you so upset... especially over that overgrown lizard! How could he do that to you out of all people? Leona knows better than anyone that you poured all of your heart to Malleus. Huh... what a shame...

"Hey, herbivore. Don't cry over that stupid lizard. You didn't do anything wrong, okay? You are a strong girl, come on stop crying. It doesn't suit you."

That made you almost chuckle. "Thanks...Leona."

"Tch, you better not tell anyone about this."

The whole night was a blur for Malleus. Next morning, when Lilia found him curled up in his bed with tear stains on his face, he immediately knew something was wrong.

"Malleus, what's wrong?"

Lilia pulled the covers off of him.

"GO AWAY!!"

Lilia didn't even flinch but that sure made Silver and Sebek run into his room in worry. Lilia sighed. Oh sevens, he sure was used to this.

"If you don't tell us what's wrong, how will we help you?"

"You can't... not with this Lilia..."

"Try me."

"... It's about (Y/N), I..."

And with that, the cat was out of the bag. He could barely keep his voice steady.

"Mhmm... I see... That was intense... But, a genuine talk can fix this problem. Malleus, you are not alone in this. You know we will always protect her right? You have nothing to worry about Malleus. She is a fighter. You shouldn't underestimate her."

"Father is right! We will always protect her from any danger and not to mention she is a tough girl!"

Silver chimed in.

"I agree with Silver and Lilia-Sama. We will protect the prefect with our lives!"

Sebek boomed.

"Are you all... sure? I-I can't bear losing her."

"We are sure Malleus. But, if you don't make it up with her this instant, then I'm afraid you will end up losing her in the worst way possible."

Lilia warned him.

"You are right. Classes will start soon. I will talk to her."

Leona for some reason decided to tag along with you—which is super strange. Leona? Actually present during school hours? For classes? With you?!! That immediately raises unlimited questions.

"Leona, are you sure you don't want to take a U-turn?"

You joked.

"What do you take me for, herbivore?"

He scoffed before ruffling your hair.

"Don't ruin my hair!"

You laughed as he smirked. This smug lion!

"Alright, herbivore. I will get going now. You better not cry again. Have fun with those three troublemaker friends of yours."

He smiled at you and then left to attend his own classes.

Okay, that was definitely bad timing. Malleus's heart shattered as he watched you interact with Leona. Did you move on from him that fast? He wanted to know. Maybe that's why his legs moved in your direction rather than taking him to his classes.

"Child of man."

"What the—

You almost jumped. Now, to be honest he was the last person you wanted to see after that awful fight. You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want from me now, your highness?"

Your tone almost made him back-paddle. But, he stood his ground.

"Do you... do you like Kingscholar?"

"I don't know why does that matter to you. But to answer your question, no I don't. Was that all? Can I go now, please?"

You turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm, a desperate attempt to stop you.

"Please... just let me explain..."

"Oh shut up, what's there to explain? You made your point pretty clear last night, didn't you?"

"Please, just listen... If you still don't want to see me after that, I promise I will never show up again."

"...two minutes. You have two minutes to explain."

"Please! What I said was a complete lie! I love you very much, (Y/N). I'm just scared for you!"

"I need you to understand, I'm not a damsel in distress!"

"Yes... I know... I'm sorry I doubted you... I just... I can't afford to lose you... I lost everything, (Y/N). I have been alone for decades... But, you came and you brought spring in my life. I don't know when I fell for you. But, I know you are the one for me. I will never be able to love anyone else. Please... (Y/N), I am really sorry for my behavior but I promise that I love you. I always will..."

You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth. Malleus is a terrible liar, at least when it comes to you. The way his hands were shaking and his voice was wavering... you could feel his emotions. He loves you, he really does. If he didn't, then he wouldn't show up like this—his pride wouldn't allow him to. But he did. He came back, for you. That was enough proof.

"I'm sorry too, Malleus... I said things I shouldn't have... I promise I didn't mean them, not at all. I'm sorry for hurting you. The love I received from you healed me in so many ways... I still love you Malleus... I still do..."

He pulled you in his chest immediately. You could feel how scared he was. You could only try to imagine how your words affected him.

"I'm sorry, Malleus..."

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible.

"I love you so much..."

"I love you too..."

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ladybellissima · 6 months

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 9

Standing before his mother, who was stuffing her face with cake, Katakuri listened patiently what his duties were. For Big mom it was very important to have Katakuri by her side. With his strength and loyalty she could trust him to get what she wanted.

"Keep an eye on Pudding. When she kills her husband Sanji, you and the others destroy Germa 66. I don't accept a failure. Bege will make sure to get their weapons. I put him in charge of the safety. ", she spoke happily.

"Yes mama as you wish."

"Good my son. Now then, till the wedding day.", she sang and waved him goodbye. Nodding Katakuri turned back and left. Step after step he felt unsure of what to do. He didn't really pay much attention to the whole conversation, because his mind was focused on his wife. Pudding's wedding was compared to his private life a piece of cake.

Should he try to speak with her? Or maybe just use his authority against her and order something so she wasn't able to refuse being with him?

Pathetic…

So how should he apologize? Sighing he felt completely lost.

Shaking his head he decided to just stay in his room like he used to. Like he always did. Alone. It was easier than dealing with these confused emotions, but Pudding's words gave him a fluttering feeling in his chest. "She was smiling after talking about me…? How on earth could she be happy about being with me… ", he sighed. He had to give her time. Much time to start from the beginning.

"Big brother …..! Katakuri!", Oven rushed to his side with an horrified expression on his face. Seeing the future he gasp after getting an image of his screaming wife. Grabbing Oven by his jacket he pulled him closer with an angered "Speak!".

Oven pushed himself back, while breathing heavily. "I got an emergency call from one of your servants. Thank God I was at my office. Some bandits invaded your island and took (Y/N) with them.."

Pushing his brother out of the way Katakuri rushed past him and headed to his ship. Oven ran after him for help.

" (Y/N)….. (Y/N)… God damn it. ", he growled frustrated. The image of her screaming and struggling was haunting his mind. What are they going to do with her? Torture her? Rape her? Sell her? Every option let his blood boil and mind go crazy.

"I swear if they touch her I won't only kill them…", he growled.

Seeing his island in the distance he used his devil fruit ability to grab a tree with his mochi hands and pulled himself towards his land to make things faster.

Garbage and footprints showed him the way of destruction and ended in front of his home. The door was open and blood painted his steps. Rushing inside he reached (Y/N) 's room, which was empty and seemed untouched. Only his own creation of the broken table showed some violence. At his office the smell of blood became worse. Whimpering was heard and quickly he stepped inside to find a servant laying in his blood with his snail transponder by his side.

"who was that! Tell me", he growled pissed.

"Master Katakuri…. I don't know. It all happened so fast. After they shot me, I was able to crawl into your office to get you.", he whispered exhausted.

"They took Lady (Y/N)…. Please find her Master. Bring her back.", he whispered and Katakuri kneeled down beside him.

"You don't have to tell me that. They will plead for death, after I am finished with them.", he spoke seriously and got back up.

" Hell brother.. Damn it, your house is a disaster.", Oven spoke shocked. Pissed Katakuri walked out and followed the trail of blood, till he reached the kitchen. Servants of Oven's ship were already helping the injured.

"Nobody died but they are all badly injured.", one servant told him exhausted. Katakuri searched for any signs or traces and stopped at the sight of baskets with familiar looking doughnuts.

"She… made the doughnuts for Mama..", he thought shocked, while a small basket with a note took his attention. Taking the card in his hands they started to shake after reading the words of his wife.

"Does anyone have information who attacked?", Katakuri growled frustrated and looked down to the injured cooks. Nodding fearfully the head cook started to explain.

"Master Katakuri. They were clothed completely in black and looked like bandits. There was no pirate symbol on their body. Lady (Y/N) was baking and they thought she was a maid. We wanted to help her.. We told them that she is your wife, but they didn't believe it.", they all cried bitterly.

"No one believes it. It is unfortunate.", he whispered to himself and headed outside deep in thought.

"Black clothed people…no pirates.. Sure i have met them after they passed our territory.", Katakuri thought back to the past meetings he had with his mother. He only remembered one group of black clothed people, because their captain wore a ridiculous hat with the words no mercy on it and looked like he could be killed just with the gash of wind of a shooting jelly bean. What a bunch of dumbasses.

" The black bandits… ", he whispered pissed and remembered how angered they were after his mother declined their offer. She even said that killing them would be unnecessary waste of energy.

"Did you find anything?", Oven asked nervously and sat down on his steps. "Yeah this was the cause of the black bandits, which Mama denied to work with a few weeks ago. They were a bunch of idiots.", Katakuri explained angered.

"But they were able to invade your island and took (Y/N).", Oven spoke only to get a furious look of his brother.

"Nobody died. Only idiots would make such a bad work to leave survivers, who could give us informations.", Katakuri's brother nodded impressed of his words.

"We should be happy that they are so dumb. So we know now where your wife is. I hope for them they are prepared to die. Unbelievable that they really dare to do this.. Hopefully your wife isn't hurt. ",his brother sighed exhausted and shut his mouth quickly after sensing the deadly aura around Katakuri.

"Oven, Mama awaits a basket of (Y/N) 's doughnuts. Go to the kitchen and deliver them. Also she shouldn't know that (Y/N) was taken. I don't want that she gets in any trouble of leaving the island, even if she was kidnapped.", he ordered and headed towards his ship. Quickly Oven ran after him to stop him.

"Big brother! Are you really leaving now to look for her?! what about the wedding. You have only 3 days. You know what happens if you don't come! Or if Mama wants to see you. I know it's hard, but think of Mama… "

Katakuri grabbed his brother roughly by his neck and pulled him closer.

"She also has to attend the wedding.. (Y/N) is in danger. I will go and get her now. You will deal with it."

Oven gulped nervously and could see the murderous glint in his eyes. There was no way to stop him and to be honest Oven didn't want to either. (Y/N) was helping his brother in so many ways and hopefully, after everything that happened, he hoped that she would still stay by his side with that breathtaking smile. Letting Oven go Katakuri started to leave.

"I am sorry brother. I am just worried about you… And don't think (Y/N) isn't important to me. I like her a lot. She is part of us. I will have your back till you come.", Oven shouted and started to fulfill his brother's orders. Stepping into the kitchen he took the baskets for his mother.

"What beautiful desserts…", he thought with awe and found a small basket hidden at the back. Noticing a small note he took a closer look to read it.

"You are too good to be true… I hope he will find you and I hope that someday you will be happy with him…", he whispered and put the basket back.

The note still in his hands he smiled down to the sweet handwriting of this beautiful girl and read it once again. It was just a simple text, but meant so much. She still gave her best. She still didn't give up. He was impressed by her willpower.

xxx

"I heard you left early for your mother. Your merienda already past so I made these for you. Have a nice day…. Your wife, (Y/N)"

xxx

Katakuri was deep in thought, while the cold sea breeze blew into his face. He couldn't imagine that she was taken away from him so easily. From one moment to another she was gone and maybe forever, if they were that quick to pass his mother's territory. He always thought that she would run away someday, because of having him as her husband. But in a way there was always the safe feeling behind these worries that she was forced to stay. Now standing here and feel how it was to loose her, made him awfully sad. There was only one time feeling this way in his life. As he was a child, his sister Brulee got hurt because of him. Because of his face. Because of his weakness in protecting her.

Because he was a monster…

" (Y/N)… I need you.. "

xxx

On the other side, a young girl was leaning against the moldy wood, locked away under the deck of the bandit's ship. Her clothes were torn and the dirt glued on her like a second skin. The darkness didn't give her any clue what time it was. The air was thick and smelling awful. Exhausted she felt a starting headache coming. Closing her eyes she just wished to be with her family again. Images of her laughing parents popped up in her mind or the baking with her grandmother, but then Katakuri appeared and tears rolled down her face. She didn't want to see him. Not now.. Not in her condition. Shaking her head she tried, but failed miserably.

"as my wife you are under my protection…"

"don't worry this room belongs to you.."

"We won't eat together ever…"

"Thank you for the doughnuts. They were amazing.."

"I… I said if you want we can look into shops that you like…"

"You are under me! You do as I say!"

All his words echoed in her mind and let her sob uncontrollably.

"It hurts so much….", she cried out and hid her face in her hands. Why did she have those feelings? Why was he haunting her mind? Frustrated she gave in and brushed her tears away. She knew why. The whole time she knew it.

"Because deep inside I knew that he has a heart..that he protects me.. And that he tried… He tried so hard to get out of his comfort zone… And I like this side of him so much…", she whispered with a weak smile.

"even if it is buried and hidden in this cold expression of yours."

Looking down to her bruised legs she sighed deeply.

"But it seems that it isn't important anymore…there are bigger things on your duty list than coming for your little toy. I left the island, broke another rule, so my life is in your hands now."

"Right Katakuri?"

#romance #fanfiction #karakuricharlotte #katakuri x reader #one piece

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rogersstevie · 7 months

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i know it's just like, part of the show and like they probably did not realize what a monster they created with dean so of course they're not gonna have any of the characters acknowledge it and definitely not lorelai but it's crazy the things she does and how often she actually sides with dean over her own daughter

during the first breakup she's angry at him for hurting rory but then the second she finds out WHY he broke up with her she's like "oh i see now, i hate that you're afraid to say i love you" (which was a huge assumption on her part that it was all down to rory's fear and not that she just might not have been feeling it yet three months into her first relationship) instead of the reaction that she should have had which was: "that is a fucked up reason to break up with you and you should not ever feel pressured to say i love you back" AND THEN maybe she could get into talking about how it might be scary but if rory is actually feeling it, she should learn to take the leap and say the words anyway

there's at least two or three instances of mentioning how much he calls/making jokes about stalker behavior and i'm just like. okay i could sort of get it in the honeymoon phase if you're just that obsessed with each other but i don't see rory being that type in a relationship like she very clearly cared deeply and did fall in love with him but like, it definitely doesn't feel like a mutually obsessed with each other situation, it feels like he's the one in constant need of her presence (see how in 2x16 she says she wants a night alone and he shows up anyway)

but like 2x15 where she lays into jess about the bracelet and how important it is to rory (though he did not take it out of malice and he put it in her room BECAUSE rory was so distressed) instead of realizing how insane it is that rory is afraid to tell her boyfriend she lost something he gave her because she knows he'll make it a bigger thing than it is (like sure tbf she IS starting to feel less in that relationship than she once did but losing the bracelet has nothing to do with that)

or say 2x09 she sees rory freaking about dean and tristan interacting and dean potentially finding out about the kiss and lorelai herself acknowledges that it would hurt dean to find out rory and tristan kissed after they broke up even though ya know he dumped rory on their anniversary and she was heartbroken and even later she tries to help rory convince dean not to come to rehearsal to help her daughter prevent a fight that should not happen bc rory did not cheat on him!! like i understand it would be upsetting to find out your partner kissed someone the day after you broke up but like. rory was allowed to do whatever she wanted because she was single

and on a different note in 2x19 i think lorelai treats it differently because it's jess and she simply doesn't want rory to be connected to him but when she asks lorelai to tell dean she's with lane if he calls, she reacts instead like "oh i don't wanna lie to dean" though she knows damn well it will be a big thing if he learns rory is tutoring jess, that he will not be able to accept rory spending one on one time with him when he couldn't even handle her hanging out with him and paris in 2x16 ("he must have been crazy mad last night" lorelai says the next day when while she was not there to witness the whole thing she DOES know that rory was sharing a meal with two friends and dean showed up and freaked out) and that's proven when he returns home and finds out about the car accident and it shifts from concern at seeing rory injured to angrily kicking his duffel bag when she hands him a letter (because god she's too afraid to just say it and begs him to keep reading i hate it i hate it i hate it)

and it's funny that she "doesn't wanna lie to dean" when she gets involved in their relationship on other occasions like 2x13 he goes running to lorelai about jess and rory going off together when jess buys her basket and later lorelai goes on about her and dean's concerns about rory hanging out with jess like the two of them are teamed up to keep rory away from him it's just sdkjfks

it's so frustrating because fandom goes on about rory's infidelity (though it's yet another thing they ignore when it comes to paris cheating on her long time boyfriend in a full blown affair which hey if they were at least pointing out the way she was manipulated by an older man at only 19 then that would be different but they're really not or lorelai and christopher sleeping together while he's still very much in a relationship with sherry) and i HATE cheating i do but i will generally give fictional characters a pass for a slip up (like her kisses with jess while with dean and logan bc each were one time instances) so the only valid one to me to be mad about is sleeping with dean while he was married but even that he lied to her and told her the marriage was over even though it wasn't and also it was just a dumb plotline for the drama of it all but we're not gonna get into that now

but the point is like....at every turn everyone particularly lorelai was going on about how perfect her relationship with dean was and how good he is to her despite all evidence to the contrary so of course rory was confused and felt she had to stay with him. if not for lorelai being overly involved rory might've been able to just get out of that relationship, whether it was to be with jess or not, she could've realized how uncomfortable and arguably unsafe she felt and also that her love for him wasn't what it once was but instead she stayed because she felt obligated to and somehow rory is in the wrong for stringing dean along when lorelai was trying to push her closer to dean and away from jess (in fairness in 3x01 she did say rory had to decide between the two but she's also going on about how patient and supportive dean has been - not true - and sort of implying that jess couldn't be serious about her so like that along with jess/shane probably influenced rory's decision to try to stay with dean longer)

like it really seemed like she at least in part was trying to keep rory with dean just so she wouldn't be with jess but also even before jess came into the picture and was really a hindrance in rory and dean's relationship, lorelai saw all this shitty behavior from dean whether directly or just from rory telling her (who could have downplayed it but we didn't see a lot of those scenes in the aftermath of dean being shitty and possessive and whatnot) but it's just like oh my god how many times can you see all this and knowing your daughter and what kind of person she is still figure that she's in the wrong and dean is in the right instead of seeing that there are deep issues in the relationship that are not and never have been rory's fault

#long post #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #anti dean forester #idk if this comes off as an anti lorelai post like i do like lorelai to be clear #i just hate how she is about the entire relationship it's really upsetting to say the least #i'm sure there's other things i'm not thinking of i only just finished season 1 in my rewatch #anyway yeah just a general rory gilmore deserves better post lol it's crazy in the examples listed here #how much of fandom acts like she really was in the wrong like she was in an abusive relationship #and i know you don't wanna admit that because the show never framed it as such but that's what it was!#i'm Tired

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ourlittleforever · 3 months

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Millie is left reeling from Trostani's betrayal.

Words: 1389

Rating: T

News of Trostani’s betrayal had reached every corner of Ravnica. The dryad was allegedly still in a trance following the revelation of Oba’s slaughters, and the Selesnya had attempted to carry on, business-as-usual.

Millie, meanwhile, retreated from their duties to the Conclave. They hadn’t been very active to begin with – it was their parents who had been dutiful members – but now, the half-elf’s involvement was nil. They spent their days in silence, contemplating endlessly.

The shapeshifter hopped off the trash can he had been sitting on, perched in the form of a cat. He padded over to the fence and squeezed between the bars, entering the house via a cat door (how many times had he reprimanded Millie for leaving such an obvious opening to their house?). Then, he manifested in his most common form, behind his partner. The half-elf was staring into a cup of tea, totally absorbed in thought.

Lazav returned to Millie’s home shortly after Oba was exposed. He had laid low, trying to solve the murders for himself, but that damn waste-of-space agency had beaten him to it. The Invasion had left his skills rusty, it seemed.

“Millichika,” he said gently, laying a hand on their shoulder. They hardly responded, and Lazav felt a strange pang deep in his chest – for all his arcane wisdom, he couldn’t place the sensation clawing beneath what would have been his ribcage. “Millichika. Your tea is cold.”

They blinked, tilting the tea toward themself, and their button nose twitched. “I forgot all about it,” they admitted, pushing it aside. Their gray-green eyes, usually bright and sparkling with good cheer, were puffy and red. “I’m sorry.”

“Trostani,” they replied flatly. “Selesnya. The whole damn thing.” They rubbed their swollen eyes. “I… I’ve been thinking, since you’ve been gone. I might… I think I’m going to resign from the Conclave.”

“You have no reason to apologize.” Lazav swept his cloak back and sat across from them at the table. “Tell me what troubles you, kisa.”

Lazav titled his head. “And why is that?” he prodded. Admittedly, he’d never expected Millie to even consider such a thing. They were a predictable kind of person – most of the time.

Millie’s typically even temperament flared for a brief moment, but they quickly collected themself. “Oba. She… she’s betrayed us all. Not just the Conclave. All of Ravnica was hurt by her, and now she just gets to – to run away? To hide behind her sisters and Emmara?” Their eyes darkened. “And the Conclave acts like nothing happened. Oh, just play nice with each other. We’re the guild of harmony, we can’t acknowledge that Trostani is a murderer.” Millie sniffled. “And we’re supposed to believe she’s the true voice of Mat’Selesnya. That she gives a damn about Ravnica. No, she’s selfish.” They paused. “I never felt all that close to the Conclave anyway. Elves and humans aren’t supposed to mix, but here I am. They all tried to be nice, but I’ve always been an outsider. Even in the guild that’s supposed to be about peace and acceptance. I’ve never fit in.”

That strange feeling prickled under Lazav’s skin again, and he realized what it was – sorrow, for Millie. Belief was such a fickle thing; that, he knew well. All it took to make a knot of religion come apart was to pull at one specific string.

The half-elf stared out the window, where Vitu-Ghazi stood proud in the distance. “We’re taught to believe in Trostani, you know. To be completely, totally devoted to her. I… I already struggled with that devotion. But now, it’s gone. I think of her and I feel bitter. But…” Millie swallowed hard. “I want to leave, but my association with the Conclave… it’s the last thing I have from my parents.” Hot tears brimmed in their eyes, and Lazav couldn’t help but reach across the small table and cup their cheek in one hand. “If I leave the Conclave, follow my heart, I won’t have anything left from them. If I stay, I’ll stay bitter, and I’ll never be happy.” Millie’s eyes flickered suddenly. “Actually, I think… I think I know what I’m going to do. Thank you for listening, Zava.”

They stood from the table, nearly stumbling over Vasily and Murka on their way to the bedroom. When they returned a few moments later, Millie was fastening the last buttons on their heavy tartan coat. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“I need to do this alone. But thank you.” Millie paused at the door. “If you’re thinking of sending a spy bug after me, I can’t stop you. But… I’d really like it if I could just. Do this by myself. I need to.”

—

“I understand.” Lazav nodded to them. “Go, kukolka. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Millie arrived at Vitu-Ghazi some twenty minutes later. It was early afternoon, a busy time for the Conclave, so they were able to weave through the crowd, avoiding prying questions and doubting glares. They came to the council chamber, where a centaur guard was snoring outside.

Emmara Tandris looked up, and the gaze of her fellow council members fell upon Millie. There were harsh whispers and inquisitive yet accusatory stares. The half-elf felt their ears warm, but they did their best to stand tall. “Guildmaster Tandris, I need to speak to you.”

Millie opened the doors as quietly as possible and slipped inside so as not to disturb the slumbering guardian.

“Approach,” the elf replied, despite the murmurings of her chorus.

The low-ranking guild member stepped forward, keeping their chin held high. “I…” Millie’s throat felt dry, but they forced themself to speak. “I am resigning from the Conclave. I can’t follow Trostani any longer. And I can’t stand and watch the rest of the Conclave behave as nothing is wrong.”

Emmara’s face was painfully sympathetic and serene, and it almost made Millie want to vomit. “I understand,” she responded gently.

“You know what this means, Guildmaster,” a Conclave crony said. Millie knew what it meant, too.

The high priest of the Conclave sighed softly, and reached out to touch Millie’s hand, which they allowed. Even if they couldn’t believe in Trostani, Millie could appreciate Emmara. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, before raising her voice so the rest of the council could hear. “Milena Laska, you are exiled from Vitu-Ghazi. You may shop at our stalls; you may be healed at our sanctuaries. But you may never step foot in the Guildhall again.”

“I understand,” Millie echoed. “Thank you.”

They turned and left without another word, passing the still-slumbering guard. Millie felt like they were lost in a daze, stumbling through Vitu-Ghazi and out into the cold winter air.

—

Instead of taking a carriage, Millie walked the entire way home.

“How did it go?” Lazav asked as soon as Millie stepped inside.

“Better than I thought,” they admitted. “Exiled from the Guildhall, but that’s really it.”

“Hmm.” Lazav crossed his arms. “Guildmaster Tandris is a naive fool, but she’s a kind fool.”

“I imagine you say the same thing about me.”

“Only because you won’t close up the cat door.”

“Even if I want to go to Hellbender?”

“Zava,” Millie sighed heavily, and Lazav couldn’t help but smirk a bit. They knew he was teasing – though he considered that now was not the time, and backed off.

“Should we do something tonight, to keep your mind off things?”

“I’ll go get changed and do my makeup.” On their way by, Millie leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. For everything, really. You’ve shown and taught me so much.”

“Yes, even if you want to go to Hellbender.”

“You flatter me, kisa. Now, why don’t you go put on the nice red dress I bought you? I’d like to see it again. We’ll have dinner, I’ll accompany you to Hellbender…”

“You’ll dance with me at Hellbender,” Millie corrected.

Lazav ceded the point with a slight nod. “We’ll have a nice night. You and I.”

“I’m counting on it.” One more kiss, and then they disappeared into their bedroom.

Lazav felt pride surge in his chest. His Millie had freed themself from the confines of the Selesnya; and now they could be whomever they wanted, the master of their own fate – at his side, of course.

#self ship #self insert #selfship #self shipping #self insert community #f/o #f/o community #milliefic #the shadow and the light

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runeberry · 9 months

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Scylla's Baldur Gate 3 experiences:

(spoilers below)

Just got Halsin to join the party officially, after finishing his portal quest, and that was BRUTAL. Scylla mainly kept up with fire arrows catching several people at once, and a few well placed offhand strikes.

She immediately started talking to Halsin and asking about him at camp, and damn the man, he said he liked ducks when she asked, and she fell a little bit in love with him.

She started the game flirting with Gale, and he HIT ON HER FIRST THING IN THE SHADOWFELL. SIR, THERE ARE SHADOWS TRYING TO EAT US. NOW IS NOT THE TIME. But she's a little on the outs with him after he admitted the whole situation with Mystra, and the Netherese Orb- specifically when Elminster came to deliver the news, and Gale just accepted that he was going to lay down and die. That pissed Scylla off to no end.

Scylla who rages against every injustice, and has a stubborn streak of hope that just won't die. She's mad at him for just going with it, and for accepting that Mystra's forgiveness comes in the form of his death.

Scylla has a history of arguing with gods.

So while she was enjoying his attention, and falling into an easy romance, she's a bit torn up now.

Karlach joined the party, and Scylla immediately cleaved to her side. They both grew up similarly in Baldur's Gate, they both have a sharp wit, and they're both touch starved to hell and back. Scylla missed the whole devil part, but that's okay. She defended her immediately and told Wyll to stand down, but not cruelly.

Karlach's infernal engine was her first priority when she joined the party, trying to find Dammon again (I only got Karlach after I defeated the goblins), and when she realized he had already left the Grove, she promised Karlach to find him as soon as they could. She almost touched her right away- she's resistant to fire damage after all.

And now she's halfway in love with her, too. She relates so strongly, but Karlach is so much more open with her feelings, especially about being touch starved, and damnit Scylla can help with that. And now that she's got both of her upgrades, Scylla's hoping that maybe Karlach will realize that she's there for her. In maybe more way than one.

Scylla also just ran into a Shadar-Kai, but hasn't decided what to do regarding him. He's interesting. She helped the Harpers with their ambush, and then released the pixie. She's explored most of the Shadowfell, and found Arabella, who she sent to her camp until she can find her parents. She's yet to find Mol after the attack on the Last Light Inn, though, and it's chafing at her, but she won't tell anyone yet. She has a duty to those kids, more so than anyone else realizes, and a part of her feels responsible for the tieflings getting into trouble in the first place, even though there is literally nothing she could have done after the Grove.

So. Yeah. Entire world on her shoulders, feeling responsible for things she can't control, and struggling with her feelings about multiple people. Par for the course with Scylla's life.

Also, she found an elven blade dedicated to Eilistree, and SOMEHOW got an ability that gives her radiant damage. I didn't give that to her intentionally. I'm baffled in the best way.

#someone called Scylla a paragon of luck and she rolled her eyes SO HARD #it was so goddamn funny #she's like if only you knew buddy #rune plays bg3 #i haven't been awake for over 30 hours so here's a bit of fun #not exhaustive by any means #she's level 6 and poking her nose into everything

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imaginarymen · 1 year

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THE CONFESSION

CW: none

More writing? More writing! This time, it's my charas Halstein and Klara finally admitting their feelings. Enjoy!

The two lay there together in the blissful aftermath. Typically on nights like these after deeds like this, they would chat in hushed tones with one another until they fell asleep. In this instance, however, they lay quiet, the tension between them palpable. Halstein avoided looking at Klara for a little while, until finally, her voice shattered the silence and commanded his attention.

“Halstein,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “We need to talk about something.”

“Right now?”

“Why not? Best to get it out now instead of waiting for the right moment.”

“Fair point… Now or never, I suppose. Am I in trouble?”

“Depending on how this goes, I might be.”

“Don’t be so enigmatic, Klara. If it’s serious, just say it now.”

“It’s hard to say, honestly.”

“A lot of things are. Doesn’t mean they should go unsaid.”

“Guess so,” Klara replied with a smile, but not the fearless, wild grin that captivated Halstein more than he cared to admit. No, it was an apprehensive smile, one that hid something, one that faded fast.

“Out with it.”

She hesitated for a moment, working up the nerve, averting her eyes until she finally sighed in frustration and threw up her hands.

“I like you, Halstein. I like you. I’m falling for you, even. You giver me butterflies like I’m a damn schoolgirl. I didn’t know how the hell you’d take it, so I tried to just… Not feel that way… It didn’t work, though– and here we are!

Halstein looked at her, shock written on his features. This expression was unusual for him– he typically looked stern and stoic with little variation– the anomalous nature of it was not lost on Klara, who sighed once more, thinking her hopes dashed and her dreams defeated.

“I just… Shouldn’t have said it at all. I’m sorry.”

“No! Don’t apologize. I…”

Silence hung in the air, oppressive, as Hastein struggled to find the right words. He wanted to see her smile and those amber eyes glimmering. He wanted to hear her warm voice and laughter. On those days when he woke up beside her, the thought came to mind that he wouldn’t mind waking up every day to her sunny greetings and idle chatter. It terrified him– both feeling like that and admitting it– his heart was a fragile thing, more than he was willing to accept. To have a future of sweet mornings with her, though, he would have to tell her.

“Like you said, it’s hard to say, but like I said, it has to come out.”

Klara’s dejected expression lifted somewhat as as she entertained what she thought was a faint, impossible spark of hope.

“I feel the way you feel. I don’t feel that way often, but I feel it now for you. I don’t know what this means for us, but at least we have some common ground– we have each other, right?”

Klara laughed, radiant and bright.

“By the powers that fucking be, Halstein, I never thought you were capable of sappiness like that. I almost wish I kept my mouth shut,” she teased with a shove that lingered and became a gentle hand rested on his shoulder.

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, but he could not help but smile.

“Sappy,” she continued, “so utterly sappy!”

“Do you want me to stop?” “No.”

He scoffed.

Klara chuckled in response, then asked: what are we, then?”

He pondered, but only briefly. “Something. Together, I’d say, if you’d say the same.”

“Saying the same was the whole damn point!”

“There’s your answer, then.”

Halstein was never the type to call out future certainties. However, at that moment, he rather liked the coming days– sweet, sunny days waking up in Klara’s arms– and hoped beyond hope that this answer would endure.

#my writing #oc writing #original characters #my ocs #➢ chara: klara #➢ chara: halstein #➢ story: a tyrant tale #➢ world: the belt #➢ imaginary writing #➢ imaginary ocs

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canonicallysoulmates · 10 months

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I am halfway through TOTBT and I have so many thoughts. So here's a mini half-point check-in. And keep in mind I still have 50%, and one more controversial scene, of this book to go so thoughts, opinions and feelings might change after I read the second half. But I'm very surprised so far cause I was fully prepared to hate this book and yet I don't, I don't love it either it is definitely not as good as any of the original trilogy books but it's also not as bad as I expected it to be.

To me- the way I'm thinking about this book is divided in two. There's the plot and then there are the characters. And plot-wise I don't care for it. I find it slow-moving, borderline boring, very frustrating the majority of this first half I've wanted to slap Lestat for being such an idiot and not seeing how this was obviously a con, and I know he was swept up and blinded by his desire to be human again but it doesn't matter he annoyed me. It feels weird to say it but the plot of this book is the weakest part, to me it's uninteresting and I don't know how to explain it but it feels like the plot is just...there like it was the most convenient way for Rice to give Lestat what he thought he wanted and explore what that means for the character. Like, I feel we could have gotten the same character exploration with a non-body-thieving plot. I guess I'm trying to say that the plot does not feel important but it kinda is because Lestat is stuck in a mortal body that isn't his own and that's where the stakes lay but the thing is I'm reading this knowing damn well that he does get his body back so maybe that affects how I perceive things. I'm moving on because I don't know how to explain this and I feel like I'm not making any sense. Point is I don't care for the plot side of things.

But character-wise it is very interesting, or at least I find it to be so and what I mean by that is specifically the exploration of Lestat's contradictive and complicated feelings about being a vampire, his desire to be human again, and his fixation on being good and how all of these things are connected, and the link between that and his traumatic turning into a vampire. And the most interesting part of all, literally this could have been the whole book and I would have been happy, is him being hunted by Claudia, and her being a representation of his guilt and his sins.

Because she was his greatest sin as a vampire and he knows it, he knows him turning her led to her suffering down the road, and her end was horrible, and he knows he should feel sorry and regretful but he doesn't because he wanted her, and he loved her, and she was his daughter. The moment when he "tells her" (imo it's him admitting it to himself and accepting it) that he would do it again was impactful. I really loved the conversations and interactions they had when Lestat was suffering from the fever-induced delirium the whole thing is so fascinating.

And that's where I'm standing so far with this book. Very 50/50, there are some things I really don't care for but there are also some interesting things that I have really enjoyed reading.

#totbt #tale of the body thief #tvc #the vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt #non spn #mine

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umbralsound-xiv · 2 years

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I was hunting. The kitchen was running out of meat, and i thought to take a walk and perhaps find something if chance provided. After felling the stag with an arrow, i hadn’t expected it to move so sharply when i came to butcher it. Those horns are sharper than they look; my forearm will tell you that much.

Another sodding pair of gloves ruined...

Bexy Amalaryssia winces at the wound on her forearm, a small hiss through her teeth as it stung. She hadn't expected the antelope stag before her to be quite so mobile after being downed, catching her with it's antlers in it's final moments. She reaches into her satchel for a bandage, which slips through her fingers and dances onto the road ahead. "...Gods damn it..." She curses.

Dusk Hydrae blinked a few times as something rolled across his path ahead. With magicians hat in one hand he stepped over to pick up the object and noted it was bandages. "Excuse me, is someone there?" he called, worried someone was currently in need of the bandages he looked around until he sensed someone around a corner. "I found some bandages..."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Ah, yes. Those are..." Bexy walks into the clearing, grasping at her arm. Her hands are a little bloodied, before she stops in her tracks as Dusk pulls into view. "...Those are mine." She finishes. Her words are not unkind, but certainly speak of the unexpected surprise. "...I was hunting. Antelope, before you ask." She keeps her distance; more for his comfort than hers.

Of all the people i’d thought it possible to cross paths with in the Shroud, i’d never expected him. I’m more surprised he didn’t turn tail and run immediately. But i would be cordial. Polite. I don’t want him to fear me... For the most part.

Dusk Hydrae is taken aback by you.

Dusk Hydrae took a single step back as he recognized her and looked almost stressed between the bandages and Miqo'te. "Ah- Yours..?" He spied slightly for some sort of proof to her words, hinting the mentioned prey around the corner. "Why..?" it was uneccesary suspicion but he asked anyways, still holding onto the bandages.

Bexy Amalaryssia raises a hand. Blood pools around the wound of her glove, fabric clearly ripped. "...It is nothing serious, but i'd sooner not get it infected if it's all the same." She moves back, and gestures to the antelope stag, that lay motionless. A single icy arrow sits in the beast's neck. "I wished for a walk, and thought to make myself useful to the kitchen. I am certain your brother will cook something delicious with it. And i am sure someone will appreciate the hide, when i have it skinned."

Dusk Hydrae step forward hesitantly, indeed there was an antelope there. A hesitant, almost anxious sound left him at the sight of the arrows though. When his eyes darted back to Bexy they fell on the wound and blood and he fiddled with the bandages in thought. Of course he could help in many ways, but did he want to? "Here..." He motioned to throw the roll before tossing it her direction, that way he could keep his distance.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Appreciated." She smiles; it is a genuine thing, as she catches the bandages with her good hand, and moves to the side. "...Have you ever hunted terribly much, Dusk?" She asks. She removes the glove with a wince; a gouge runs the length of her forearm. More noticably, the flesh all the way up to her elbows is a discoloured, icy blue. She begins to unwrap the bandage, ready to dress her wound.

Dusk Hydrae: "Yes..." he replied, though didn't speak of it further. The hat he held in one hand lifted so he could fiddle with it with both hands. Ever so slowly he walked forward a bit, watching her constantly and with a hint of wary curiosity to the state of her arms.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Don't suppose you want to help me carry it back?" She asks, on the off-chance he might accept. The bandage is tightly wound around the injury, her brow knit in clear discomfort. "...After i've prepared it. Little use in carrying a whole animal through the door, Adelle would never forgive me for tracking blood through the carpet."

Dusk Hydrae let out a small hum in suspicion, eyeing her catch. "Can't you carry it on your own?" there was some odd tone to his voice. He kept glancing back and forth, the arrows in teh beast clearly unsettling him. "It isn't that big..."

Bexy Amalaryssia gazes flatly to Dusk. "I could. I fully intended to, considering that i came here on my own. But you don't have to. I understand." She remarks curtly, and pulls a dagger from her boot to cut the bandage. She moves to kneel beside the beast. Now actually beside her prey in a more close proximity, it's easy to see that the antelope is almost twice the size of her. She begins her incision, cutting a long line down the front of the creature. "So. What brings you to these woods, Dusk?"

Dusk Hydrae frowned to her tone, the fiddling with the hat ceased as he almost took her words as a challenge now and even huffed lightly. But he remained where he stood. "I practiced conjury..." he at least answered her honestly, and the staff on his back was certainly proof enough he knew the field.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Oh, interesting." She pries the ribs of the antelope open, beginning to gut the beast; which she makes as less obvious as she could, considering present company. It was clear she was actively trying not to make a show of her actions. "I hadn't known you posessed such skills. Restorative or combatative?"

Dusk Hydrae: "Both... I was taught by-" he paused and inspected her working. "I can use magic well," his tone was confident whether the words were true or not, also hinting that he was much capable of defending himself even without a sword, "I learned it many cycles ago."

Bexy Amalaryssia nods, glancing up to Dusk as he spoke, but mostly keeping her attention on her work, not wanting to injure herself again. "...I tried, once. Before all this business with my aether. But it was never for me." She reminisces, and begins to skin the beast with precision. The motion was, perhaps, a little -too- practised. "Some of the strongest people i know are conjurers. Mhira. Adelle. Neoma."

I have seen what they can do. Bury people in seconds. Rip the air from your lungs. Choose to let you live, or die. Drown you in a puddle.

Dusk Hydrae tilted his head, not sure what to think or say about what she was sharing. So he remained silent watching her work again, almost judging in a way, as if evaluating her skill or simply searching for things to be suspicious about. "Magic is strong..." Was all he said in the end, "So I learned it."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...It is. I had little choice other than to learn, considering." She effortlessly strips the hide away, leaving bare meat and flesh of the beast on show. "A blessing and a curse. Still." Her eyes glance to her exposed, corrupted flesh. "You learned to get stronger, then? That was your motivation?"

Dusk Hydrae twisted his body slightly in a moments discomfort, then stood tall anew. "The strong protect the weak... That's why I learn." His eyes went to her arm again, even if he had a thousand thoughts and questions about it he didn't want to voice any sort of interest in getting to know her.

You smile at Dusk Hydrae.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...Something we have in common, then." She remarks, having now pulled the hide free of the beast. She then begins butchering the creature; starting with a foreleg, severing the bone with a sharp, forceful dig of her blade at the joint. "That is why i fight. To protect." She sets the haunch on the freshly flayed hide. "...To protect those i love. Until the day i die, i would imagine."

Dusk Hydrae huffed in clear doubt to her words. As if there weren't details about him that would make his words just as doubtful. He didn't argue however, simply crossed his arms and held his tongue. Eyes narrowed in further doubt and it was clear he did have thoughts to say at least, but no matter how long she would wait for them he wouldn't speak them. His attention had been on her constantly this entire time, only at most glancing away but still keeping her within view.

Bexy Amalaryssia pauses for a moment. Her icy eyes settle on him for a moment, and she heaves a sigh. With a touch of her finger, the haunch at the side is frozen stiff, for better preservation. "I know you don't like me, Dusk. But i meant what i said back at the house. I am thankful. And if something befell you, i would run to your aid, whether you wanted me to or not." She begins carving some of the torso; the unfortunate sound of ribs snapping punctuating their conversation.

Dusk Hydrae felt shivers as she froze the first piece of meat, a sudden urge made him cast a quick glance around before attention locked to her once more. "You can lie..." he responded in doubt of her words, he didn't trust a single word she spoke that day. He shuffled his feet, adjusting his pose in a moment of silence. "I don't- I won't need your help..." he muttered almsot stubbornly.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "What use would lying be? Every word i spoke to you in the cave was truth, and judging by your unease around me, you believe every word said there. Why would the house be any different? Here, any different?" She slices meat from the bone, and sets it in similarly frosty slices next to the haunch. "I pray you'll never need my help to begin with. But as you are a member of the company, i consider you underneath my protection, should the need arise."

Dusk Hydrae's unease only seemed to worsen, tugging at his sleeves anxiously. Many thoughts seemed to cross his mind in this moment. "Why would you protect me when you also said you'd kill me!?" he bit back rather suddenly, "Both can't be true..." He twisted his body anxiously again.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Yes they can." She remarks, matter of factly. "You weren't part of the company back then. And i am quite confident that you wouldn't dare so much as bring a tear to Neoma's eyes ever again, unless they are tears of joy, therefore you have nothing to fear from me." Her gaze slowly moves to his, even as her head is still lowered over her kill. "...Unless you think you might upset her again, hm?"

Dusk Hydrae: "No! It wasn't- I would never!" his tone was raised, a mix of anxiety and anger over his words. "You-!" he bit his tongue to stop further words. With a huff he spoke again, "I have no reason to trust you..." he stated finally, shuffling his feet anxiously as if wanting to get away from her further.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No. You would never, now. Of course not. Which means you have nothing to worry about in regards to me." She dislodges the other leg, and sets it beside it's twin, frozen in the hide. "You have no reason to distrust me. I've never lied to you."

Dusk Hydrae: "I have all the reason to!" he insisted, his tone almost accusatory, "And you can't change that! I will find proof you lie!" The anxious and upset body language only seemed to get worse the longer he stood there.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Then you will be looking for a very, very long time, Dusk. How much time do you have, hm?" Her head tilts, gaze still a little lidded in annoyance from the accusation. "Tell me then. To my face, if you've the bravery for it. What -do- you think of me?"

Dusk Hydrae shuddered, visibly, and whatever confidence that had spurred him to share his mind seemed to just vanish. He swallowed, tugged at his sleeves and surprisingly, picked up enough bravery to speak further. "I think you are evil..." still his tone was weak, but honest. It was clear though that he was nervous from sharing his thoughts.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You're not the first. Perhaps, not the last. And it is no secret i have done things far worse than threaten you in a cave. But never without reason. What would you do for those you love, Dusk?"

Dusk Hydrae: "Anything..." He said and twisted in further discomfort, then attempted to stand tall and proud again. "I will do anything..." he repeated with more clarity.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "We're not as different as you might want us to be. I would do anything for those i love, as would you. I am not a monster, Dusk. I cry, and bleed, just the same as you. I have dreams. Memories. Goals. We just found eachother on the wrong side of a metaphorical battlefield."

Dusk Hydrae shook his head in denial, refusing to accept her words, even if they really were true. "No..." he further voiced his denial, "We are nothing alike..." And he was fully convinced that this was fact.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "How then, are we different? Aside from the obvious."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You would kill to keep those you love safe."

Dusk Hydrae nodded weakly, as if not actually wanting to agree with her. His feet brought him a few steps to the side, further away from the Miqo'te. He also refused to actually reply, remaining silent for a long while, only frowning at the other.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Your silence tells me the only answer i need. We are -not- different. Not as much as you'd like us to be. And you don't like that."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Because you refuse to paint me as anything other than a monster. Am i right?"

Dusk Hydrae tensed and again, remained silent. His feet brought him further away slowly, still his attention was fully on her and his discomfort obvious as day. He wanted to flee, words had never been a battlefield for him and he knew he had nothing he could possibly say to turn things around now.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Again your silence speaks for you. So determined to see things your way you are blind to any other possibility. One day your narrowsightedness will cost you, Dusk. More than just losing Neoma's love."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "...And for want or not, i will be there to protect you. No matter how ungrateful."

Dusk Hydrae: "Stop talking!" he suddenly burst out towards her with a frustrated step forward that quickly retreated. "I am fine, I don't need you and I don't want your 'protection' and I will -never- believe anything you say!" The gaze that stared her down flickered with anxiety and he looked about ready to bolt away any second.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You cannot stop me from talking. From protecting you, even if you tried." She responds. Her tone was perhaps more threatening than she intended, raising the knife up before sticking it into the back leg of the beast. "Go on then. Run." Her brows loft, and a smile curls faintly on her lips, a little wicked. "...I'll see you at home?"

You sneer at Dusk Hydrae.

Dusk Hydrae let out a mixed growl and whine and for a moment he seemed lost at what to do. Eventually he stepped back further until he felt he had a safe enough distance. Without a word he turned and indeed bolted away down the path. If he actually returned home to the free company, she would likely find out later.

#Muse: [Bexy]#Chapter: [The Unseen]#FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

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forestwhisper3 · 2 years

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The segments below are for a fic that I may or may not post in the future. If I ever do, just keep in mind that these are rough drafts. Ideas and concepts could change if I ever decide to write it for real, so something you see here could be different in that possible future fic.

I just wanted to put up more pictures of my SIs, and figured I’d give you content to go along with them. Enjoy!

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Magic.

It's a heavy topic, full of wonder for some, and disdain to others. At some point in our childhoods, I imagine most kids dream of having it. When they grow up a bit, they instead immerse themselves in books or video games in order to fulfill the need for the fantastic. That had been the case for myself, at least, but now...Well...

"Oooh, your first bout of accidental magic! Mummy is so proud of you!"

I stared at the toy plush in my hand in shock, while my mother in this (now quite strange) new life of mine danced around in glee. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense, and I knew that the next couple of decades were going to be some of the most interesting, amazing, and dangerous I'd ever faced.

However, It did take me a bit longer after that to come to terms with what I'd learned. It felt like I had just come to accept the fact that I'd been reborn, and then I got this curveball thrown at me. Not that it was bad- I was actually kind of excited at the prospect -it was just...strange is all. Not to mention what lay in store, considering it was the year 1980.

Nineteen-Eighty...in a magical version of Earth...with British accented words and spells that were way too similar to be mere coincidence. If I was where I thought I was, then I was right at the tail end of a very dangerous time.

Of course, right as I figured that out, I had to be proven right in the worst possible way.

"The tapestry does. Not. LIE! Tell us where the child is!"

Blood-curdling screams ripped through the air, and it was all I could do to choke back the sobs that wanted to escape as my second mother was tortured in front of me. She had hidden me well when the Death Eaters had forced their way into our home, but I was still close enough that I didn't want to risk making noise.

The cruciatus curse...Book descriptions and movie scenes did not do the horror of it justice. Her body was twisting and writhing on the ground like she was being electrocuted, her eyes were wide open and bulging, the torn veins within turning them bloodshot, and a bloody foam began to gather at the corners of her mouth the longer she was subjected to it.

The screams continued, but I couldn’t look away.

Finally. Finally. After what felt like an eternity, shouts were heard outside, followed by hurried steps. The death eaters glanced at one another before huddling around something and vanishing, allowing a heavy silence to fall for a split second before the aurors rushed in.

And if one of those aurors happened to have dark, messy hair and round glasses, well that was just the icing on the whole fucking cake, wasn't it?

"Damn it!" the man- who could only be James Potter -cursed in frustration. "They had a portkey!"

He looked around, and I could see the moment he spotted my poor (brave, amazing, selfless) mother by the way his eyes widened.

"Edgar!" he snapped to someone out of my line of sight. "Look her over! Frank, check the house. Sirius, help him out. See if you can find out why they target-...ed...Sirius?"

"I-...I-I know her," was the weak response.

"What?"

"Sylvana Verinus," he continued, as if he hadn't heard. "We-...We had a thing...A couple of years ago."

"A thing?"

"It was mutual," he replied with a hint of defensiveness. "But we eventually broke it off. She felt things were getting too dangerous, and I wanted to stay as an auror. We decided it would be best to go our separate ways."

"Do you know why they would target her like this?"

"That's the thing. I have no idea why they would go after her, much less go through all the effort of seeking her out among the muggles! She's a halfblood, and as soon as we split, she pretty much fell off the map. There's no reason why they should have gone for her specifically- not with bigger targets in front of them."

I knew, though. I knew...and soon he would too. He would know it was because of me that she was-

"James!" another, more muffled voice called down from the second floor. "She has a kid! A girl from the looks of this room!"

"Shit, then where is she? Spread out and see if you can find her!"

Tired, stressed, and knowing I wasn't in danger anymore, I was no longer able to hold back the grief I felt for losing the woman I'd grown to love as a second mother. Once the first sob broke free, the rest quickly followed, until I was a bawling mess.

There was a bright glow, and the next moment, I was meeting James Potter face to face.

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James Potter had seen a lot since he'd decided to become an auror, but try as he might, he couldn't keep his heart from breaking a bit at the sight before him.

She couldn't have been older than two or three.

Heart wrenching sobs painfully twisted his heart, and gray eyes closed as the tears flowing down flushed cheeks became too much to handle. Her body was trembling, and she had her tiny hands close to her mouth, as if she'd had them pressed tightly against it. A glance down from his transfigured ladder (her mother had hidden her in an expanded air vent) showed that she would have had a direct view of the events below. With a grimace and another sharp pang of his heart, he turned back.

"Hey there," he murmured as gently as he could. "It's all right."

"No," she whimpered. "No. Mu-Mummy is..."

God, hearing that heartbreak was tearing his own heart apart. Not for the first time, he felt a deep anger towards Voldemort and all of those who followed him. How could they feel no remorse in doing something like this?

He could think (and rant) about it later. Right now, all that mattered was this little girl.

"My friends and I came to help you and your mum," he reassured her softly. "My name is James. Do you want to come down with me?"

She didn't answer for long enough that he was beginning to think she hadn't heard him, but then she nodded just the slightest bit, and he smiled.

"That's great. I'm gonna pull you out now, okay?"

Slowly, so as to not startle her, he reached in and carefully pulled her out. As soon as she was in his arms, he felt two small arms wrap around his neck and a small face bury itself into his shoulder. The fabric dampened immediately as the wails continued in earnest.

With a sigh, he squeezed her briefly before shifting her around until she was settled in one arm and made his way down. As he took that initial breath, however, he faltered.

One thing that was widely known amongst animagi, but never explicitly spoken about, was that it brought about enhancements. For example, those who could turn into birds of prey or felines usually tended to have sharper eyesight or focus. Rabbits and other small animals had faster reflexes. Almost everyone who had a warm blooded form had a more acute sense of smell- which was what was causing him confusion now.

Because this little girl smelled familiar.

He couldn't quite put his finger on why- he would need to change into his stag form to be sure unless the smell grew stronger -but something was being triggered in his brain.

"That her?"

And it seemed he wasn't the only one.

Sirius stared at the little girl in his arms, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a strange expression on his face. He took a jerky step forward, stopped, then tried to move forward again, all the while looking as if he had no idea what to do with himself. It was a curious reaction, and if he hadn't had an idea as to what was causing it, he would have thought his friend had lost his marbles. Once Sirius got close enough, though, it all clicked into place.

'Fawn!' the animal part of his mind excitedly blared. 'Dark Fur's fawn! Must bring into herd! Fawnfawnfaw-'

He shook his head to quiet those thoughts and turned to Sirius, whose eyes were slowly growing wider and face slowly growing paler.

"Exactly how long ago was your thing with this woman again?"

Sirius swallowed visibly, but didn't respond. James couldn't really blame him. Instead, he just carefully unwound the girl from his neck and placed her in his best friend's arms with a flash of grim amusement.

"Congratulations, it's a girl."

"That's not fucking funny, James."

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"...Aunty?" I prodded the figure on the floor, my throat tightening in tandem with my heart when there was no response. "Aunt Lily, wake up."

I knew- deep down I knew -that something so pivotal could not be changed so easily, but I'd hoped- James had even put up a fight this time...

Her red hair fanned around her like blood.

I choked back a sob, my heart crying out for the wonderful, kind woman who had been so full of life not even an hour ago. The woman who had paid the ultimate price in order to protect her child, and whose sacrifice would help pave the way for Voldemort's defeat. The woman who was so much more to me now than she'd been as a character in a book.

In this life, she'd been Aunt Lily, and I had loved her fiercely.

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But then, the first change. One I hadn't even been expecting, but one that filled me with almost debilitating relief.

James had survived.

I felt a sob escape me as I watched my dad try to get a response, doing my best to keep Harry from interrupting him. It seemed like whatever Voldemort had done to James kept him from waking up, but he was alive. He had a chance.

Harry still had his father.

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Severus Snape was an embittered, petty, terrifying man. Seriously, I'd thought his treatment of Harry had been bad, but this?

This was so much worse.

I suppose I should have expected it- while Snape may have hated James, he had absolutely loathed Sirius. I doubted anyone would want to partner up with me after today, given the vendetta the other man seemed to carry against me. Was it even going to be possible to pass this class?

"Wrong," a voice hissed from beside me, my potion vanishing a moment later. "Can you not even follow basic directions, Black? Or do you find yourself above such a thing? Again! And twenty points from Hufflepuff for wasting my time."

I blinked back tears of frustration, my throat tight as I nodded and began anew for the fourth time.

In my last life, I had been fortunate to have never been bullied as a child. I never knew the sort of embarrassment, anger, or sorrow that came from constantly being picked on, teased, assaulted, or belittled. Being spared such treatment, as well as having decent friendships, had made me almost oblivious to the cruelties of people until I was blindsided by it as an adult. Although I quickly learned how to seem unaffected in the face of it, I had trouble keeping that countenance if I was unable to retaliate or defend myself for whatever reason (and I knew I could not afford to do such a thing now). As a result, I either ended up blowing up in anger or crying when I bottled up too much- sometimes both.

It seemed that today, it would be tears.

But I would not let them fall. Not here and now, when he would see them and feel nothing but satisfaction. Snape enjoyed drawing reactions from Harry and punishing him for them. I could only assume it would be the same for the daughter of the only man he'd hated more than James Potter.

"Snape isn't a good man, but he is a tragic villain. You can understand why he is the way he is, and I respect the hell out of him for still trying to do good after all the terrible shit he went through."

"Sev was-...he wasn't good, but he wasn't bad either. He just-...he made mistakes. Mistakes and choices that took him down the wrong path because he didn't see any other way. I wonder sometimes what might have happened if I hadn't-...If you ever make a friend in Slytherin, be kind to them, okay, Lia? Be kind, and don't give up on them no matter what."

I thought back on the words of two women I’d loved, and held back a bitter smile.

I wonder what they might have said...if they could see him now?

I had always frustrated my sister with the fact I still disliked Snape despite agreeing that her argument was a valid one. Something about him had always just rubbed me the wrong way, and I had hated the way he took everything out on children. No matter who you were, or how much you despised the hands life had dealt you, you should never take things out on a child.

I took fierce pride in the fact that Sirius had never done as much. He had his own faults- because there really was no excusing some of the actions of his youth -but at least he had never treated a kid badly as an adult.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOo

"Oh, man. I can't believe we lost so many points."

"Blame Black. She's the one who couldn't get the potion right."

"But you know? I was working near her and it didn't look wrong-"

"It had to have been! A professor wouldn't just vanish it so many times if it wasn't!"

"To be fair, I've heard some things about Snape from my brother."

"Yeah, about how he treats Gryffindors. We're Hufflepuffs! What could he have against us?!"

"That's true..."

"Don't forget who her dad is either. I bet she-"

"Shut-up, idiot! She's right there!"

The small group of Hufflepuffs shifted awkwardly as they were suddenly faced with Cordelia Black's stare. It wasn't that it looked angry- in fact, it looked rather flat -but there was something about it that seemed to pierce through them nonetheless. It made them look away and hasten their steps. The flat stare flashed with something he couldn't put a name to, and seemed to grow even more distant.

"Sorry about that. Here, let me help."

He doubted that she even remembered their meeting on the train, but he couldn't forget. Not when he could recall a small smile and sincere gaze that had warmed cool-grey into something almost unrecognizable from what her eyes were now.

It had been a nice smile. One that he hadn't seen since.

He knew about her, of course. Who didn't? Cordelia Black was the daughter of one of You-Know-Who's most devoted Death Eaters. The daughter of a man who was infamous for tricking the world into believing he was good, only to turn around and betray the Potters. Everyone knew the story by now- knew that you could never trust a Black no matter how different from the rest they seemed.

Still...

"It's fine. It was an accident, yeah? No harm done."

"If you're sure."

He couldn't help but wonder...

"Course! Thanks for helping me pick up my things, though. Anyway, my name's Cedric! Cedric Diggory! Nice to meet you!"

She blinked at him, looking almost surprised before something about her seemed to pull away even though she didn't take a single step back.

Was it really possible...

"...Cordelia," she introduced simply, her voice hesitant. "I-...I should go."

"Oh. Okay." He was a bit confused at the sudden shift, but brushed it off a moment later. She probably had friends to get back to. "Maybe I'll see you around the castle, then."

...for someone who was supposed to be evil...

Her smile shifted- (trembled) -even as it widened. "Maybe."

Then she was gone, and he pushed the strange encounter out of his mind until he was left gaping with the rest as Professor McGonagall called out her name for all to hear.

Black.

...to look so...so...

(Dark, despicable and tainted. Never trust them- can't trust them)

He thought of coolly distant eyes and blank expressions, and felt something in him ache.

(Nothing good ever comes from associating with that family)

She looked...lonely.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOo

OoOoOoOoOoOoOo ~End

And shortly after, a friendship is born. By reaching out, Cedric will unknowingly make one of the best decisions of his life- you know, because it will increase his chances of actually living it.

Anyway, hope you liked it. The image of Cordelia was made using this picrew:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/45252

and edited with ClipStudio.

Let me know if you want to see more of her, or even if you want to see segments about my other SIs or OCs, and I’ll see what I can pull out.

#Ripples- fanfic #Cordelia M. Black- Ripples #Cedric R. Diggory- Ripples #Yes- I gave Cedric a middle name. Seems like a lot of wizards have them #Cordelia's mom's name is a work in progress. Can't seem to find one that fits yet #Anyway...#Later everyone

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bellveela · 7 months

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He gasped, feeling a month of his life leaving his body – a month that would never be his again. It was chilling, like a thousand atomic missiles.

"I can't go on with this," Harry managed to say.

Bent-over Fleur checked on him. "Harry? Everything okay?"

"Sure," Harry replied, breathless. "Sorry, I just..." Then he saw the look in her eyes. Wet. Warm. Pleading. Needy.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. "I need to take care of you," she whispered in his ear. "I need it right now."

They forgot about the groceries in the aisle.

SHE ACTUALLY LIVED nearby, and there were no one-way streets and very long lights to contend with, unlike his congested neighborhood. Nine and a half minutes later, Harry was at Fleur's house, on her deep red leather couch, with Fleur on his lap. Her living room was large and spacious, hidden behind two large walnut doors that she closed without ceremony. Beneath them lay a high-pile carpet the size of a swimming pool, soft and blue.

Her ass pressed into Harry's crotch, and his swollen cock pushed against his pants, eager to meet her.

"I've never felt anything like this before," Fleur whispered. Every word was a caress to Harry's ear and cheek, and her plush lips glided across his skin. "I feel like my soul is on fire, I need you so, so much..."

With every phrase, she interrupted her words with hot, easy movements grinding her perfect round ass on his throbbing cock. Her cheerleader work had perfected her abdominal muscle control over years of training.

Harry tried to keep up, but he was mostly just astonished. Every few seconds, he leaned in to kiss her hungrily or fondled her impressive breasts, but it was hard to maintain because she was so engrossed in it. Every touch, kiss, and caress made her tremble with what seemed like a lifetime of desire and abandonment. The look in her eyes was almost insane with desire; the Death Stone had really done a number on her.

"You're so damn hot," she moaned. "I can't believe how sexy you are..."

Her lips moved up and down Harry's neck, and eventually, her hands reached for his pants. She seemed somewhat surprised by his restraint and lack of initiative.

It wasn't a lack of desire, Harry wanted to tell her. He just had never been in such a situation before. He had no experience—zero, zip. In other words, he was a virgin about to lose his virginity to the hottest woman he had ever met. She was the woman he had fantasized about his whole life, the one who consumed his thoughts, the subject of countless hours of self-indulgence in the darkened apartment.

But when she grabbed his cock through his pants, his throbbing, needy, aching shaft and head, he felt the overwhelming need for climax almost consume him. He couldn't believe it. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was so aroused, so overwhelmed with desire that he was about to make himself come in his pants. Damn!

"I'd like to last as long as I want," Harry said, barely audibly. He hoped the sound waves wouldn't reach the stone in his pocket, as he certainly didn't want Fleur to hear it. "To be as hard as I want, whenever I want."

After a moment, the stone lit up again, indicating it was ready to accept the price. But Harry couldn't give away more of his life. It was too much, too hard. And he certainly wasn't going to take anything from Fleur.

So, it had to be his soul. How bad could it be to lose a piece of your soul? Almost as soon as he thought it, he felt it being ripped away, as if some spectral eyelash had snapped, breaking and tearing it from him. It hurt, but oddly, he felt better. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time.

The guilt about breaking up her marriage was gone, as were the mixed feelings about tampering with her mind. It was the right thing to do. Fleur wanted him. Sure, he made her want him, but who cared? If she wasn't meant to be with him, then who was? Sure, she had a husband, but now she was going to have a real man, right? It was exactly what she needed.

Besides, her husband was a stupid jerk, fooling around with that goddess when he obviously would have been loved if he knew how to treat her right.

His cock swelled beneath her, fully under his control. With newfound confidence, he lifted her and threw her on the couch, where she giggled and squealed in anticipation. He dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Fleur watched him with open delight and wet lips, moaning, and her fingers danced in the air, gesturing for more. But was it his imagination, or did he detect a hint of disappointment in her eyes?

He understood her point of view. She had desired him so much, fantasized about the man of her dreams for so long, and then she saw his soldier standing at attention—there was nothing to be ashamed of, it fit perfectly with the average, but unremarkable, attention she deserved, right?

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ME: A - Hurt (Twin Power)

Scott was laying in his bed on the Tempest. Sure the space ship was parked at the Nexus, but he didn’t have the energy to leave the ship.

Sara had asked him if he wanted to go look at the hydroponics with her, Jaal, and Kallo but he declined. All he’s had the energy for is doing the bare minimum of his job and laying in bed.

Yes, he’s talked to Dr. Lexi about his lethargy, but he’s not exactly wanting to take any steps to make himself feel better. At least not yet.

Scott heard his door slide open and he assumed it was Sara. He didn’t bother to look as he continued to lay on his stomach in his bed, face deep into his pillow.

“Sara, please, just go do your thing without me. We’re twins, not conjoined twins.”

“She is doing her own thing,” Vetra said.

Scott raised his head sharply and his eyes flew open as he tensed up. He wasn’t expecting one of his crew members to come talk to him. He wasn’t even presentable or barely presentable. He hadn’t showered since they’ve parked on the Nexus four days ago and he hasn’t left his bed all that much accept to get water and to pee.

Scott didn’t move from the bed despite wanting the universe to swallow him whole.

“Me and some others are going to the Vortex to drink and I heard there’s a karaoke machine tonight. You should join us,” Vetra said.

“I’m good. Thanks for the offer,” Scott said reflexively.

“Well, damn,” Vetra said, “Looks like you’ll be going anyways. Drack, would you please.”

Before Scott could register what she said, he felt two clawed, three-fingered hands grip him around his waist.

“Whoa!” Scott shouted as his blue biotics kicked in as a gravitational field around his person.

It quickly faded though as Drack flung him over his shoulder. The biotics zapping too much energy from him as he only has enough to keep himself alive, not to fight.

“Good. This isn’t a fight you need to win, Kid,” Drack stated as he started walking out of the Tempest with him.

Scott propped himself up against Drack’s humped back as best as he could as he looked up at Vetra. She looked too proud of herself for dragging him out of his room and Scott felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

“What’s the big idea? Did Sara put you two up to this? I swear, she needs to mind her damn business.”

Vetra’s smugness dropped and an emotion that Scott couldn’t read replaced it, “You’re her little brother. Of course you’re her business. She’s worried about you. Besides we weren’t asked by her to do anything anyways.”

“I’m the one that suggested that they ask you out,” S.A.M. said thorough the comms.

Scott looked up at the Tempest as they exited, looking at the space ship like he was looking at S.A.M. in betrayal. Scott got the impression that S.A.M. was supposed to be an extension of himself. Like sure he can have his own opinions and what not, like how you can have random thoughts in your head without acting on them, but he actively did something that he didn’t want to do.

“S.A.M. what the fuck!”

“You need to move around. You were starting to get bed sores.”

“S.A.M. I’m fine.”

“According to my diagnostics on your body, you are not.”

“Don’t fucking read my diagnostics to me!”

Scott was suddenly jostled roughly and it knocked the air out of him.

“Watch your head, Kid,” Drack said with a chuckle.

A set of automatic doors slid closed in front of his face and he looked around to see that Vetra had moved ahead of them as droning club music became all consuming as another set of automatic doors slid open.

Scott immediately felt drained and tired. More so than what he already was feeling. He sighed in defeat. He better not get lip from Tann about how a Pathfinder should look in public after this. He already knows what a Pathfinder should be, and it should have been his father.

Drack threw him down on couch and he heard a choir of welcoming voices from every human crewmember of the Tempest.

“Pardon us. We’d join you,” Vetra said, “but Drack promised to buy me drinks and tell me stories today.”

“Okay you two,” Suvi said, “Have fun.”

Vetra and Drack smiled and the red headed human woman and walked away.

“Glad to see you out of the ship, Scott,” Cora said as she sipped on her soda, “We were beginning to worry.”

“Yah. Let loose a little man. We had a major win and got on the good side of the Angara,” Liam stated.

Scott kept looking at his knees. Not wanting to meet Liam’s gaze. His crush on the black man was minor but it was still embarrassing to be seen like this by him. Even if Liam has seen Scott be a mess before. It was embarrassing then too.

“But it was at the cost of so many lives. All we could save was the Moshae. I know she’s important, but the others were important too...”

“Ah.” Gill said plainly as he sat his drink down on the coffee table they were sitting around, “Scott. You’ve made your choice. You made a bet that this will be the best choice for the future. You can’t put yourself down for every person you couldn’t save.”

Scott clinched his fists and the hard frown on his face became harder.

“I’m sad that we couldn’t save more people either,” Suvi stated, “but we don’t blame you for your choice. Either would have been hard to make.”

“You did your job the best you could,” Cora added.

“Yah, Man. Don’t beat yourself up so much,” Liam said.

Scott sighed as he leaned forward and held his head in his hands.

“I just want to do better.”

“And you will,” Gill stated confidently, “Now drink this. It’s called Squirrel something.”

Scott heard a glass being dragged a cross the coffee table and he looked up a little bit.

“Squirrel something? Squirrel something what?”

“I don’t know. I forgot what he called it,” Gill said with a shrug.

Scott blew air out of his mouth in a weak laugh. Then he picked it up and downed it in one go. Liam, Gill, and Suvi cheered for him while Cora clapped politely for him.

Scott shook his head at the silliness of it, but it did make him smile.

#mass effect andromeda #scott ryder #fanfiction

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stressedemoblackbratz · 2 years

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rosemary

pairing: elliot x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, Nate is always a weirdo, and drug usage.

request: Elliot getting jealous after telling reader he wants nothing to do with her then they have soft sex. he starts apologizing, saying he was just high and mad and took it out on her.

a/n: sure thing baby, i hope you enjoy!

words: 1.4k + not proofread

as we cross through space and time just stay with me.

“bro i really don’t know what you want me to do? you took like-“ Elliot cut you off before you could even finish.

“i don’t want to hear it. i don’t really want anything to do with you right now if you’re just going to complain about the slightest thing.”

you blinked at him and decided he needed to sober up.

Elliot had smoked you don’t know how blunts before you saw him and popped three pills in your presence. now he was too high to even function. you had to leave him by Lexi and Rue just to go and get him some water to see if it would help him.

“i wanna fucking go home.” you repeatedly mumbled to yourself as you fixed your spilling boobs and looked for a clean cup.

“damn baby girl.” Nate mumbled from his place beside you, looking down into your top.

“leave me the fuck alone loser.” you said quickly grabbing a cup and walking across the room to the fridge.

Mckay and the rest of Nate’s friends started to chuckle at your words. Nate could feel his face get hot in embarrassment.

“i’m a loser?” he repeated walking up way too close to you as you finished filling the cup.

when you turned you ran directly into his chest.

you really didn’t have time for this shit.

you mustered enough courage to say, “yes. now get the fuck out of my way.”, with a push only for him to not move.

he laughed before bending down into your ear.

“you know what i think?” he teasingly asked before dipping down and ghosting his lips over your neck. you turned your head in hopes he’d get further way, but it didn’t help.

“bro come on.” Mckay called out to Nate. “leave her alone, it’s not that serious.”

Nate shook his head before placing his hands on your hips and playing with your skin that stuck out in the cutouts of your skirt. you immediately tensed.

“listen to your boys.” you said through gritted teeth.

“no you listen to me y/n.” he said swinging his face back to yours. “the only loser here, is that druggy you call your boyfriend. he’s slumped over on the couch and you’re here getting felt up by a real man.” he lowly whispered to you.

the state of shock you are in quickly vanished as you pushed Nate off of you. he stumbled into the cabinet while you rushed as quickly as you could in your heels back to the couch.

when you came over you could tell Elliot was mad, but his eyes weren’t zeroed in on Nate, they were on you.

“here’s some fucking water.” you said pushing the cup into his chest. “get him up Rue, we’re leaving.”

he was mad at you.

“you just letting other people feel up on you now?” he fake laughed from the passengers seat of your car. Rue was supposed to spend the night from what Elliot told you, but the tension was felt and she was dropped off at home.

“did it look like i liked it?” you asked raising your voice as you passed a car. he had been giving you the silent treatment and now he wanted to argue.

“i’m just saying you weren’t in a hurry to push him off.” Elliot mumbled thinking you didn’t hear him.

“oh fuck you. fuck you! i came to be with you tonight and you fucking get so high all you could to was lay on the couch the whole night and you knew i didn’t wanna come to begin with. don’t start that shit with me. when we get in this fucking house don’t even look at me, go to bed.” you said turning onto his street.

Elliot sat there in shock, he didn’t know why he said all that when he saw you not accepting Nate’s advances and before that you were just trying to help him. your words sobered him up.

when you made it to his house you brushed past him and straight to the shower.

he felt bad.

you returned from your shower and he went in. by the time he had gotten out you were ready for bed in your night gown and scrolling on your phone.

he hopped into bed beside you and wrapped his arms around you. you were going to fight it, but you remembered his bed wasn’t that big. there was tense body’s and a whole lot of silence before he spoke.

“i’m so sorry baby.” he whispered into your shoulder.

“i didn’t like the way he was touching you and when i saw you freeze i thought you were getting back at me, but it was a fucked up assumption. you’re the best girl out there and i really fucked it up.” he weakly said from behind you.

you could feel one of his hands anxiously drum on your stomach before you placed your hand over his to still his motions.

“you need to lay off if that shit. i’m so serious.” you told him. he nodded because he knew he did.

“i’m gonna make it up to you pretty girl.” he said before trailing his hand down to the hem of your dress and the other to slip between your arm strap to grab your chest.

“can i make it up to you?” he asked kissing your neck.

before the party you had both been about to have sex and before he popped those pills he was teasing you at the party so he was hoping you’d still be wet.

sliding his hand between your skin and panties he felt your wetness gather at his fingertips. he was in luck.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart.” he said with his fingers swirling around your clit. “so sorry.” he said kneading your breast.

you moaned and pushed back on his bulge. he groaned into your neck before sinking two fingers in your tight hole. smiling as he felt you clench around him.

“yeah?” he teasingly asked as he sped up his fingers. the only sound was your wetness and his comments. you were trying to be quiet because last you checked, his aunt was home before you two had left.

“mmm f-fuck Ellie…” you moaned out. you could feel the pressure building in your stomach and your panting was increasing.

“cum like a good girl.” and with that the dam broke and you came all over his hand, legs shaking as he swiftly lifted your leg up and replaced his fingers with his dick.

you gasped at the feeling, still being sensitive and twitching when he did it.

“p-please. please. pleaseee.” you moaned out as he bottomed out. you were clenching him so tight and you were so wet. he was about to cum in you right there.

“it’s okay. i got you baby. it feels good, huh?” he said rocking his hips back and forth and lazily rubbing your clit.

“soo good.” you slurred out. it felt like electricity was running through you at his actions.

the base of dick and his pelvis were absolutely soaked. he turned you a bit to gauge your reaction before taking his hand from your chest, and pressing down on your lower stomach. he could feel himself hitting you deep and you could feel every last movement.

you could hear your wetness and it was just making you wetter. it was getting to the point your legs were slick and with each noise you felt like you were going to wake whoever was in his house up.

letting out a slightly too loud moan before reaching down to where he was still rubbing your clit, you tried to stop from cumming so soon.

“daddy im- oh fuck! Elliot i’m gonna fucking cum please.” you mewled out. you looked so beautiful fucked out like this to him.

“cum around me baby. let that pretty pussy cum.” he said speeding up his thrusts.

he came with a groan into your neck and you with a long whine.

your eyes were heavy and his were too as you both fell asleep. you still in his arms and him still in you.

the next day you posted a video on your Instagram story of you and Elliot watching slumber party massacre. his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

Rue slid up with a quickness to question the last few hours.

rueinhell: ???

rueinhell: y’all are good now? i thought y’all would’ve killed eachother.

rueinhell: does he have anything over there 👀

rueinhell: y/n?

rueinhell: hellooooo??

#euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #elliot euphoria #rue bennett #elliot imagine #elliot x reader #fezco euphoria #maddy perez #rue bennet x reader #jules vaughn #lexi howard #nate jacobs #mckay euphoria

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