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yanderambling · 1 year

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omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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alonetimelover · 6 months

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pairing: Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen (ex-Harry Styles)

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: After getting over her fear of getting into a relationship, YN started to 'soft launch' her new partner. Of course everybody knew who it was, but she wanted her fun. Harry didn't like it and still was petty. Max had had enough.

warnings: swearing, some suggestive comments, talk about verbal assault and not-so-great fist fight

masterlist part 1

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maxverstappen1 and yourinstagram added to their IG story!

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formula1gossip

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formula1gossip With the one week break between Italian and Singapore Grand Prix, the two-time World Champion - Max Verstappen - was seen cozing up with a mysterious woman on his yacht near the Amalfi Coast. Any ideas who could that be?

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maxfan94 my man is gone

maxfan958 making out on a yacht in a bright day? who is this man?

landofan48 not to be bold but i think i know exactly who that is

ynsmymama GUYS GUYS GUYS Ma'x story from yesterday and YN's were definitely one photo!

⤷ maxfan67 how?

⤷ ynsmybestie YN's story was the cropped version of Max's

ynsmybestie this is YN YSN, no thank you, i don't need confirmation - I KNOW

landonorris interesting

⤷ landofan49 WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!

⤷ landonorris I LIKE GOSSIP

⤷ danielricciardo he's gonna kill you! prepare to end up in the wall on sunday, lando! nice knowing you!

⤷ landonorris mclaren i need new insurance

⤷ mclaren Fight your wars, Lando. Fight your own wars.

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram life lately has been exciting 💛

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landonorris you rehearsing???

⤷ yourinstagram shhh, im making new music

landonorris will you be my photographer forever??

⤷ yourinstagram you only like the photo cause it's a thirst trap

⤷ landonorris shhhh, don't tell people

danielricciardo was the restaurant worth it?

⤷ yourinstagram you know it, dan

maxverstappen1 💛💛

carlossainz55 i like the fourth photo

⤷ yourinstagram I LIKE YOUUUUUUU

ynsmybestie WHAT IS THIS

ynsmybestie lando thirst trap???????

⤷ user84 he's not without a shirt though?

⤷ ynsmybestie HE DOESN'T NEED TO, HE'S STILL HOT

ynsmymama not only showing us that she's making new music but SOFT LAUNCHING ??? like if we didn't know already who that is

⤷ ynshands let's just pretend and see what happens

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ynxmax no way that my ship has sailed no way

ynupdates new music when???

⤷ yourinstagram sooner than you think 🫣

user92 she already has a new boyfriend?

⤷ ynsmybestie already? it's been 6 months since it was made public that yn and harry broke up. and considering all the interviews and songs, they'd been broken up longer than that

⤷ ynsmymama you can say that or just shut your mouth user92

ynshands i just know that the last photo was taken after Singapore... that man was furious

⤷ maxandyn don't even... i'm blushing

⤷ ynsmybestie they all said that lando would end up in the wall and here he was on the 2nd place

⤷ ynsmymama the way that YN was cheering for Lando, knowing that Max had no chance anymore. this is a true friendship. and her jumping up and down at the podium ceremony????? I LOVE HER

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram got a man and here's the aftermath... NONSENSE EP is all yours to listen right now!

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landonorris no problem yn for contributing to your cover photo! i am very thankful for the credit!

⤷ yourinstagram you know damn well why that credit is not there

⤷ landonorris but he took the photo with MY camera!

⤷ yourinstagram so i guess it's not my album because my pen wrote down the words

⤷ landonorris well, when you put it like that...

maxverstappen1 💛💛

⤷ ynsmybestie love me some man that comments same thing under my posts

danielricciardo STREAMING IT RIGHT NOW - KEEP YOU UPDATED

⤷ danielricciardo call it what you want - fit like a daydream? build a fire? starry eyes? yeah, he has those. you already wear that necklace he got you, don't you?

⤷ danielricciardo slut! - tangerine? what were you doing in the mclaren paddock, hmm?

⤷ danielricciardo bad for business - you've gone crazy, that's right. i've never seen you this crazily happy.

⤷ danielricciardo you are in love - i'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said "you are my best friend". and the photo on the desk is absolutely adorable (i'm going to be sick)

⤷ danielricciardo i think he knows - boyish look??? did you hear his jokes? he IS a boy! 26 yo and still a child. you'll drive? if he trusts you with the car you might as well get married, no kidding.

⤷ danielricciardo nonsense - WHY WOULD YOU RELEASE IT? WHY WHY WHY... I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES AND DO SOMETHING MY MEMORY AND FORGET THIS SONGS EXIST. I WON'T BE ABLE TO LOOK BOTH OF YOU IN THE EYES NOW.

⤷ yourinstagram have you consider a career in doing yt reaction videos? you'd be gold

ynupdates i can't wait for twitter to react to all of these...

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Harry Styles confronted Max Verstappen

Just last night after YN YSN's secret concert in Las Vegas, her ex-boyfriend, Mr Treat People With Kindness (Harry Styles) decided to 'bump into' his ex-lover and 'talk'. According to the fans on scene - it was aggressive, blatant and simply sad how Harry supposedly treated YSN.

When the concert ended and the lights went out, fans started to exit the venue and making their way home. Some of them decided to move to the back and patiently wait for the VIP people leaving. VIP list for that concert consisted of two World Champions - Lewis Hamilton and apparent new boyfriend of YN's - Max Verstappen, plus some of other F1 drivers. In the attendance were also YN's mum - Geri Horner and step-dad - Christian Horner.

Finally, YN went out first, but no one could even start asking anything when from thin air appeared Harry Styles - drunk and rocky. The yelling match started, which caught the attention of more people, but especially the said VIPs.

"Max literally flew from the doors and stood between Harry and YN. By that time, YN was crying and shaking from all the insults and swears that were spoken to her. Harry tried to move past Max, but he held him in place, placing a hand on Harry's chest. The singer didn't like it and pushed the driver. Now, the other drivers had also gone out and surrounded the trio. Two of them took care of YN and others were in place to eventually stop the fight. They couldn't. Harry took the first swing, but considering that he was drunk, Max could easily duck and wait for his turn. At the end, Max just went up to Harry and said something - looking him directly in the eyes, knuckles white and all that. Finally, they all left, leaving Harry there, sitting by the door. Max was holding YN so she wouldn't fall from all the shaking," said one of the witnesses.

Do you think that YN or Max will report an assault?

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yourinstagram DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO

yourinstagram what in the hell are you doing??

⤷ danielricciardo i'm soft launching

⤷ yourinstagram my relationship?

⤷ danielricciardo YOU SAID YOURSELF THAT YOU WANTED TO DO IT

⤷ yourinstagram YEAH ME! and there's nothing 'soft' about it

⤷ danielricciardo maybe i chose some risky photos

⤷ yourinstagram too late. he just left to give you a visit :))

⤷ landonorris pray for daniel people! the man may have a boyish look but his a mad man!

⤷ yourinstagram and then he's visiting you, lan

ynupdates that is max verstappen. if i ever saw max verstappen that's him

ynsmymama nonsense making sense know

ynsmybestie I love that they still play the 'soft launching' game when just few days ago she was singing about Max's BDE

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SCREW SOFT LAUNCHING - MY BOYFRIEND IS A 3 TIME WORLD CHAMPION, WHAT ABOUT YOURS??

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maxvertsappen1 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL TRESSURE

⤷ maxverstappen1 Did I do it right, yourinstagram?

⤷ yourinstagram YES YOU DID MY LOVE

maxverstappen1 I love you

⤷ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU

danielricciardo who are you and what have you done with yn?

⤷ yourinstagram that's the thing - I'm finally me, unapologetically

⤷ danielricciardo I couldn't be happier for my best friend for finding someone that makes her the best version of herself

⤷ yourinstagram you sap! love you, riccy ric

danielricciardo I thank heavens that Geri or Christian are not looking at you account

⤷ yourinstagram oh she does "dad's rethinking the christmas dinner invitation" was her text

landonorris got (love)sick all over my bed from this content

landonorris congratulations Max, you champ! and congrats yn for making it through the night

⤷ maxverstappen1 Thanks, Lando. And she did really good.

⤷ landonorris keep it in you pants, will you?

⤷ yourinstagram I'm done.

charles_leclerc Congratulations!

ynupdates daddy max??? what in the hell

ynsmymama all those photos scream: I HAD A NIGHT TO REMMEBER

⤷ yourinstagram i did.

maxfan49 i've never seen him happier

maxfan93 rue when was this?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Last night / this morning?

⤷ maxfan98 what. in. the. hell.

ynsfan49 they really said: i'm in love, i have great nights and i'm gonna make that everybody problem

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ynsfan95 my boyfriend is graduating tomorrow with an engineer degree!

⤷ yourinstagram SLAYYY

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landonorris say thank you to the third wheel of the year, max

⤷ maxverstappen1 stop flirting with my girlfriend then

⤷ landonorris i know you're thankful

⤷ danielricciardo leave him, max. it's the only thing that was left for him - hopeless flirting

⤷ landonorris do you know the sentence that starts with f and ends with u and has uck yo in the middle?

danielricciardo mama y papa

⤷ yourinstagram someone take that phone away from you

⤷ maxverstappen1 You're older than us

yourinstagram got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

⤷ danielricciardo are you quoting your own song?

⤷ yourinstagram no, i'm quoting words i said to him last night before falling asleep in his arms

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⤷ danielricciardo damn

charles_leclerc finally! i wouldn't be able to keep it a secret anymore

⤷ yourinstagram you spilled the beans to your engineers twenty minutes after we had told you

⤷ charles_leclerc but i didn't tell anybody else

⤷ pierregasly you told me!

⤷ georgerussell63 me too!

ynupdates SHE IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE TOO. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL MAXIMUS

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not my name!

⤷ yourinstagram Maximus??? i love it

ynsmybestie screw soft launching, leave it for Max to HARD launch

⤷ yourinstagram I thought I "hard" launched???

⤷ ynsmymama double meaning queen

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a/n: do we move on from this pair or crave some more drama?

#f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen social media au #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x singer!reader #max verstappen fic #harry styles x reader

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i quickly thought of this after watching a porno and needed to get it out.

ᡣ𐭩 loser virgin bill and his experienced gf

“a-and you’re sure you’re okay with this..?” he stutters as you’re already opening your mouth, drooling at the pretty cock in front of your face, mushroom tip leaking with pre. you stop and just look at bill, whose thighs tremble in nervousness but anticipation as you talked about giving bill a blowjob.

“of course i am! wouldn’t have gone this far if i wasn’t, hm?” you lean your head to rest on one of bill’s thighs looking up at him as he sits upright on the edge of his bed, propped on his elbows as you sit on your knees placed right between his legs. “o-okay..” smiling brightly at the boy in front of you.

sticking out your tongue, wet with drool from how you’re salivating. you’ve been waiting for this moment forever, the right time to finally pounce. from simply hanging out and watching movies in his bedroom, you pulled up with the ‘can i suck you off?’ question, leaving bill in complete and utter shock. and to your surprise, he said yes.

bill has no experience. whatsoever. its so cute. he gets all shy and flustered whenever you make an advance on him. holding his hips, kissing his neck, whispering dirty things into his ears. he’s never known what it’s like to cum. never masturbated in his life. never seen porn before. he’s never fucking seen a tit or pussy, period.

this excites you to the max. you can’t help but physically get wet at the thought of taking your boyfriend’s virginity and corrupting him. and here you are, about to make it happen. you lick up the length of bill’s cock, he whimpers, it’s high pitch and nasally. fucking delicious, you thought.

“ahhnn, y-y/n..” “shhhh baby just let me do all’tha work mmkay?” he nods feverishly, gripping the sheets as you work your tongue along the shaft of his penis. feeling it throb against the flat of your tongue, you moan, propping both your hands on each of his thighs as you hold them wider and begin to bring your whole mouth to the tip of his cock.

engulfing it, you swirl your tongue around the head, ensuring that you lick up alllll the precum that gloops out. “oohh.. f-fuck..” you kitten lick at his cock and look at him, smirking as his dick stays in your mouth, “feelsh’good?” as you talk with his dick in your mouth, bill can’t help but shudder at the erotic scene in front of him. is this what porn is like?

“ja.. my tummy feels nice..” bless his heart. “does it now?” and before he could speak, you go down, bobbing your head up and down his thick length as you motion your tongue to continuously run against the flesh of his cock, feeling every vein that decors his member, cupping his balls in your hands as you fondle them.

“eek! schatzi! no! please!” bill’s legs attempt to clamp close as he tries to bring your head up from his cock, overstimulated from the sudden pleasure of a blowjob. he’s sooo sensitive.. but it’s his fault! how can someone so cute never have gotten a blowjob?? you feel honoured to be his first, and you wanna make sure it’s the best and last he’s ever had.

you swat away at his feeble attempts to escape from you. sucking even harder, you’re hollowing out your cheeks and stick your tongue out deeper to make sure you don’t gag, deep-throating him. his tip hits the back of your throat leading you to moan at the sensation. bill can only moan, mouth formed into an O shape as the rest of his body falls against the bed, there’s no winning with you and he’s given up on trying to stop you.

the sounds are nasty, lewd, wet, and squelchy as you blow off your boyfriend, occasionally stopping to pay extra attention to the head of bill’s cock, his favourite spot. you can tell it’s his favourite because he get’s especially whiny when you do.

“y/n..! y/n baby please stop ‘m gonna pee.. please!!” but you don’t. you don’t understand the concept of stopping because you’ve already gone this far. but bill doesn’t understand that he’s not actually gonna ‘pee.’ how silly of him x3! such a naive boy..

as much as he wants you to stop. he feels shooo good. he’s just too shy to actually admit it, feeling like a complete loser for moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat cause it’s his first blowjob. he hates how much more experienced you are than him. he wants to make you feel good too! but that’s a discussion for a later time.

as you suckle on the tip, bill finally sees white. breathing extremely heavy, his moans are caught in his throat and they come out as cries. his thighs shake and tremble as he paints your throat walls a creamy white. you milk him, ensuring to suck out every drop of cum from him. it’s delicious, you love the taste. it’s even tastier coming from bill, an addicting ambrosia that you can’t wait to get more of.

latching off bill’s cock with a ‘pop!’ you lick at the cum that formed on the flesh of your lips, relishing in the taste. smirking at your boyfriend, you giggle at how he can’t look at you, eyes darting to everywhere in the room but you. that is, until you cup his face to look at you and place a kiss to his lips.

you dart your tongue to enter his mouth, assaulting his own. tasting himself, he cringes at the taste of his own cum. you like this? he moans into the kiss, not knowing where to place them, holding himself up on the bed instead as you now sit in his lap. as you part lips with him, bill snuggles his head into your chest, now hugging you. “you okay? how was it?” “felt s’good.. i want more..”

petting his hair, you can’t help but laugh at how cute he is. you get up from his lap to grab the tv remote from the floor, movie finished from your previous session. reaching for it from over the bed, bill gasps as he stares at you in front of him, ass up with your skirt all ridden up to reveal the wet patch on your panties. you’re soaked from just sucking him off. “y-y/n.. you’re.. um, i-i—��

“hmm? oh! ‘s all your fault billy.. now come fix it..”

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abc-91 · 6 months

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Yuuta's Cursed Angel

OkkotsuYuutaxGnReader, reader dies and turns into a curse

Part two (NSFW): https://www.tumblr.com/abc-91/740632435189022720/yuutas-cursed-angel-pt-2-nsfw

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Warnings: slight gore

After Rika, Yuuta thought he’d never fall in love again, but you were such an angel to him. He couldn’t help but fall deeply in love with you. Due to what happened to Rika, his biggest fear was losing you. Today, his worst fear became reality.

Yuuta stands frozen at the top of the building, staring down at your body that lies limp five stories below. The two of you were sent on a curse exorsicing mission together at an abandoned part of Tokyo. It wasn’t even the curse that killed you; while trying to chase the curse, you misstepped, fell off the building, and the impact to your skull killed you before Yuuta could even look down at you. He just continues standing there and trembling slightly as he watches more and more blood seep from your skull.

Yuuta silently sits in the back of the car as one of the assistants drives him back to campus. Someone else was sent to exorcize the curse and deal with your corpse. Yuuta is far too distraught and far too used to feeling your presence to notice that he can still feel you next to him, that he can still feel your cursed energy. After getting out of the car, he heads straight to his dorm and curls up under his blankets with his face turned towards the wall. Just as he’s about to break down, he feels a cold hand touching his shoulders. When Yuuta turns to see you he feels a mixture of shock, hope, confusion, and horror.

“Yuuta? It’s so cold… Help.” You’re shivering, and Yuuta can see the desperation in your eyes. Despite being a curse now, you look the exact same, but your body is cold and your cursed energy is stronger and more unstable than when you were still human. Yuuta rolls onto his back and pulls back the blanket.

“C-Come here.” You climb onto his chest under the blanket and he wraps his arms around you. This was always both of your favorite ways to cuddle, and it doesn’t seem like that has changed after your death. Yuuta can feel your body beginning to warm up as he holds you and you nuzzle your face into his neck. You each lay like this for a few moments in silence, and Yuuta once again feels caught off guard.

“You still love me, right Yuuta?” He can hear the worry in your voice, and you sound like your cursed heart will shatter if he tells you no.

“Of course I do; I could never stop loving you. You’re everything to me.” He tells you truthfully, and he can tell that his words make you relax slightly.

“I love you too, Yuu… Are- Are you going to let me stay with you?”

“What do you mean? We can stay in bed like this for as long as you want.”

“N-No…”

“No? Do you not want to stay in my arms for longer?” Yuuta feels confused, and also a little hurt.

“No, I mean,” you pause and bite your lip for a moment.

“You released Rika’s soul, so are you going to do the same to me or are you going to let me stay with you? I want to stay with you forever, Yuuta. I’ll be good; I promise. I won’t hurt anyone, I’ll listen to you, I’ll be nice to everyone just like I was when I was alive, and I’ll help protect you if you need me too. Please, Yuuta. Please don’t make me go.” He can hear you becoming more and more distraught as you continue to speak, and he begins to feel a few hot tears falling out of your eyes and onto his neck.

“Shhhh~” You feel one of his warm, calloused hands reach down and wipe the tears from under your eyes.

“You’re going to stay with me, okay? I trust you; don’t worry. We’ll be together forever just like you said.” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Really? You’ll let us be together forever?”

“Yes, of course I will.” He hears you sniffle a few times and nuzzle your face closer against his neck.

“Thank you. I love you, Yuuta.”

“I love you too, angel.”

It doesn’t matter that you’re a curse; you’ll always be his angel.

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angelbowerz · 7 months

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your only girl at welton fic is such a guilty pleasure for me lmao. if you ever wrote more for it i would forever be thankful lol, esp if it had mr keating taking them under his wing or smthn haha

Of course! I'd love to do more, if you have any other suggestions I'd be more than happy to do it!

Keating taking you under his wing♡

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Summary-continuing on from 'being the only girl at Welton'

-he obviously knew about your arrival before the students, the second Mr Nolan told him, he knew he'd become your 'school father'

-since you had no classes on your first day, you first got introduced to him when he came into the common room

-he pulled you aside and basically said about how he's excited to meet you in class, and that you could always go to him for things (since all the other teachers look on the brink of death lmao)

-when you enterd his class the next day, he placed you next to todd (awhhh his two fake children🫂)

-After class he pulled you aside to check in on you, also telling you where his bedroom is when you need him after lessons

-at lunch or when you're passing him through the halls, he'll give you one of those encouraging dad smiles

-he'll give you a nickname like 'Dear miss l/n'

-now since Mr Nolan gave the rule of NO dating,if you do get a boyfriend, keating would be so happy for you, basically the opposite of Nolan

-okay...being at an all boys school would be hard being the only girl, especially at that time of the month so who do you go to? Your school dad of course

-if you ever run out of products after free time is over, you just go to Mr Keating's room where he has a box of things for you

-On some weekends, he would take you and Todd out into the town and will sometimes buy you two gifts (only if you keep it a secret)

-lets say your parents couldn't make the open day thing, you was obviously very sad...but who was there to pretend to be your father? KEATING OF COURSE! Also with Todd (cute lil family🤗)

-on the last day of school before the Christmas period, he would give you the cutest lil present (proud dad)

-when you graduate, you'll miss him SO MUCH (in my world keating didn't get fired and Neil is still alive SHHHH)

-you both would write to eachother once you leave Welton and would stay in contact until Mr Keating passes or something happens

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rickssugarplum · 7 months

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The Rick is Over

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 7x05! Watch it first before reading this! Thanks and enjoy! ❤

(Rick Sanchez x Reader) Spoilers for 7x05, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

You help Rick process it all.

With the pull of the lever, all the lights in the sub-basement go out, finalizing the end of the decades-long show that's been ongoing most of his life.

It's all finally over.

Rick Prime is dead.

Still coated head to toe in blood, Rick stands in the darkness in the now useless lair, where he'd spent countless days and nights searching, tracking, and looking for any signs of his lifelong enemy. The one who caused him all his pain, destroyed all of his dreams he had when he was young. All he ever wanted, was to live as a husband and father to the two most precious girls in his life.

That life had been ripped away from him so many years ago.

Now, he has killed the man who was responsible. His ultimate goal had been achieved.

So, why does he still feel so empty?

He didn't say a word while flying back home. The voice of his grandson right beside him felt like miles away. It was as if his entire world had gone mute. He could not just go to sleep in his room. Not tonight.

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You were in your living room, reading a book in complete silence, until it was broken by the familiar whirling sound of the portal. You were clearly expecting Rick to emerge from it, but you nearly screamed when you saw him soaked in crimson blood.

"Oh my God! Rick?!!" you shrieked as you stepped towards him. He stood there, emotionless.

"Rick! What the fuck happened!? You look like you came through a slaughter!"

The old man just looked at you; still silent. It caused even more panic in your veins.

"Rick, please. You're scaring me! What is going on!? Say something!" you begged. He was never one to be quiet, even more alarming when he's drenched in blood. Did an adventure go awry or...

"W-where's Morty!? Is he okay?" You asked in fear that something might have happened to him. Your heart rate slightly lowered when he nodded, assuring his grandson was alright.

Looking more closely at him, you saw more damage inflicted on his face. "Jesus Christ, Rick. Your nose is broken!"

Rick finally spoke in a hoarse but defiant voice. "I got him."

His bloodshot eyes stared directly into yours. You saw the anger he's shown in them only when he's described his past, his stolen life; his darkest demons.

Immediately, you knew who he was talking about.

"You-you got...him?" You couldn't speak the name, despite sharing it with the man in front of you. Rick simply nodded again. Not knowing what exactly happened, the blood covering him made one thing clear.

Rick had finally killed his enemy.

Slowly, you took his hands, searching in his eyes for any ounce of how he was feeling, knowing he had avenged his wife and daughter.

"Are-are you okay?"

Morty had asked him that exact same question after it was all said and done. He said that he was. But now seeing the concern in your face and repeating his grandson's words just mere hours before caused the final crack in the dam.

Suddenly you felt two long arms around you, grasping your frame tightly, and Rick let out the loudest, broken wail you'd ever hear. His anguish was bigger than his body, causing him to collapse, dragging you both to your floor. You simply held him as he cried into you, letting out decades of repressed grief and trauma that'd haunted him.

"Shhhh... It's okay, Rick..." you murmured, placing his head on your chest and stroking his slightly damp hair. "It's over..." you whispered. "I'm here... I've got you..."

The man was trembling like a newborn fawn. He looked so fragile. You couldn't possibly know exactly what was going through his tormented mind as he screamed into your chest. His cries sounded so animalistic, it almost scared you. But your heart was breaking hearing him suffer inside. He had cried for the life he lost, his wife he had promised forever to, and his little girl, whom he swore to protect. All Rick wanted was to have his beloved Diane by his side and to see his baby Beth grow up. He wanted them to grow old together. All of his plans. His dreams. Their future, will never come.

Tears welled up in your own eyes, but you stayed and gently rocked him, whispering words of comfort.

"It's alright, baby," you said softly.

Baby. Diane used to call him that. He let out another sob at that memory. Leaning down, you press soft kisses on his forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Rick..." you confessed. It was the truth. You wanted him to know that. How lucky you were to have the most passionate Rick throughout infinity. He squeezed you a bit tighter at your affirmation.

Time didn't matter to either of you. You could hold him forever if he needed it. That would be how long it would take to heal this broken heart.

After awhile, his sobs started to fade into soft weeping.

"Rick? Can you look at me?" You asked softly. There was no command in your voice. It was mainly to make sure he knew his surroundings. Slowly, he lifts his head up to look at you. The blood of his enemy was slightly rinsed underneath his eyes from tears. You cupped his face in your hands so tenderly, giving him a faint smile.

"You did it."

Rick's expression had become nearly blank. After all the crying, he almost felt numb. "What do you need right now?" you asked him, stroking his cheek.

He wrapped his arms around you again. This time, not in desperation, but in comfort and gratitude. In his hold, he simply whispered,

"Just you..."

It relieved you to hear his answer. You both stayed in your embrace, with no plans on letting each other go. Rick could feel a slight relief as you assured him you were not going anywhere. He closed his eyes and let everything sink in. Through all the changes he's made, he's achieved the biggest change of all. The hunt for his nemesis was over.

So.

What now?

He's going to find out.

❤

#rick and morty spoilers #season 7 spoilers #unmortricken #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rickssugarplum

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duskymrel · 1 year

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Let's play a game. How long will it take for you to lose your head? (Riddle Rodehearts x MC)

Synopsis: You're have an enormous crush on Riddle. You decide to learn every rule, but not to make Riddle happy. No, no. You're planning to break as many as possible. Are you trying to get collared??! ...More likely than you think.

TW: cursing, rule breaking, suggestive ending, Adeuce duo 😒 ❤

Repost my work and istg I'll eat you.

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Monday:

Cater invited you to come feed the flamingos with him. He thought it would be a "supes cool post for Magicam!" You decided to put your little plan into action. Cater pauses and looks you up and down, growing more nervous.

"Hey, uh, MC, where's your pink? Riddle will totally lose his mind if you're not wearing pink while you feed the flaminos. It's a rule or whatever."

"Trust me, Cater."

He doesn't look like he trusts you.

"MC, Cater, I see you're feeding the flamingos. How lovely!"

Riddle walks up to the two of you, seeming a little extra cheerful to see you. Cater looks like his soul left his body, and you feel a little bad for dragging him into this.

"Yes, I love the flamingos! Aren't their pink feathers so pretty?"

Cater gapes at you. It's like you're trying to make him notice you haven't got a thread of pink on.

"Yes, they certainly ar-"

He goes quiet. Looking you up and down. Cater laughs nervously.

"You know what? I just remembered that I, like, totally forgot to walk my fish!"

He speedwalks away. Riddle looks back at you, raising an eyebrow.

"MC, I'm sure you remember that rule 249 states that flamingo caretakers must don pink attire, yes?"

You feign shock.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Riddle, I didn't know..."

He shakes his head, sighing.

"....Fine. I'll let you off the hook, but do NOT forget next time, understand?"

"Of course, Riddle!"

Cater goes to look for you later to see what happened and is shocked to find that you're completely uncollared.... all you got was a warning?

"Ugh, totally favoritism!"

Tuesday:

You were at the lunch table. Riddle saw you sitting with the Braincell trio and smiled to himself, walking over.

"Why, hello MC. Might I perhaps sit with you?"

You saw all three of your friends go pale, getting nervous. You grinned.

"Of course, Riddle!"

He sits down with his food. Suddenly his smile leaves his face.

"MC..... what are you eating?"

"Why, a hamburger! I made it myself, would you care to try a bite?"

His eye twitched slightly. With anyone else, he'd have lost his mind. But for you? Well.... he could stay calm for you.

"Rule 186 states that you must never eat a hamburger on a Tuesday."

You glance down at your food, once again feigning shock.

"Oh, is it? My bad!"

Riddle sighs. Meanwhile Ace, Deuce, and Grim look like they're about to shit bricks.

"Don't do it again."

Then he drops the subject and begins to eat his own food. Ace and Grim look like they're going to have an aneurysm, but Deuce is looking between you and Riddle as though he's just now realizing something. When he looks at you, his brows furrowed, it's like you have that twin telepathy thing.

"Does he....? Do you...?"

"Haha yeah"

At the relevation that you like his Dormhead and that he likes you, he can only shake his head in sympathy. A bit of time passes, and Riddle speaks up.

"Ah, MC, you'll need to leave."

"Why, pray tell?"

"Rule 271 states that you must leave the lunch table within 15 minutes of completing your lunch. It's been 13 minutes, MC."

You look as though you're thinking very hard.

"Mmmm... no, I'm good. I'd prefer to enjoy what little free time I have."

Ace spits out what he was drinking, and Riddle glares at you slightly. You bicker back and forth with him for a bit before he dramatically throws his hands in the air.

"Fine, fine! You can stay."

You beam, satisfied.

"Why thank you!"

Ace will forever revere you for having balls of steel.

Wednesday:

Riddle invited you to lunch with him, to discuss your recent rule breaking. (Shhhh no it's not to spend time with you he's not a siMp-) Of course you agreed!

So you two had lunch! He talked with you. You lied and told him that you would do your best to follow the rules better. Yippee! :)

Once you finished your food, he offered you tea. Lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes, as per Rule 339. You took a sip.

"Mm... not quite sweet enough."

So you put in just one more sugar cube. Riddle looked back and forth from you to the tea, dumbfounded. Are you doing this on purpose? Surely you wouldn't.... right? He feels as though he's going mad. You suggest that the two of you take a walk through the flower garden, which he happily agrees to. As you walk, you pick a single rose and admire it.

"I've always loved roses. They're beautiful, yes? But they can prick you, so you must he careful to mind the thorns. But I cant help but be drawn to them anyways. Kind of... like you, yeah?" (W rizz)

Riddles so preoccupied with the fact that you just basiccally called him beautiful and admitted that you were drawn to him that he didn't realize until later that you had broken Rule 228: no picking flowers from the garden on Wednesdays. Babygirl is quiet for the rest of the walk trying to figure out if you were flirting or not..

Thursday:

You eased up on the rule breaking a little bit. You were busy. But you were careful to make sure that Riddle knew you had turkey for dinner by posting you and Grim together at the dinner table on Magicam. So of course Riddle sent you a text:

Mommy issues: You've brushed your teeth twice, yes?

You: hm? what do you mean?

Mommy issues: Rule 648 requires that you must brush your teeth twice on the nights that you eat turkey.

You: oh? it does? oh, well, i've already brushed my teeth lolz. don't want to brush it again lmao i'm already in bed

Mommy issues: ...I suppose I cannot make you.

Friday:

That's it. You decided that today you're going to break as many rules as you can. Conveniently, there's an unbirthday party today. (Stfu it's for plot convenience. I'm sorry, but it's easy and I'm stupid-) Anyways, you broke rule. After. Rule. Ace reminds himself to never fuck with you, you clearly have no concern for your own self preservation. Now, what rules did you break?

Rule 23. One must never bring a cat to a formal affair. You brought Grim, but just in case Riddle didn't really consider him a cat, you brought Lucias as well. (With Treins permission of course.)

Rule 562. You brought a chestnut tart. Riddle nearly lost his mind then and there, considering what happened with Ace way back when. Surely you knew better then that at least!? Ah, he's a simp. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you just... forgot?

Rule 89. You ate a tart without Riddles direct permission. He should've collared you, but he let it slide. He's trying to be a tad more lax on the rules, after all...

You couldn't remember which rule it was, but you knew one of the rules said that coffee was forbidden during an Unbirthday party. So obviously you drank some. Riddle was getting rather fed up by now.

"They're just tired. Crowley works them too much. Yes, they can have coffee just this once..."

Then it was time for croquet. Obviously you had to cause problems there, too.

You brought a regular ball. You're supposed to use a hedgehog. And you intentionally came in second place because there was some rule about the person in second place serving the Queen tea....

Saturday:

You told Riddle that you were busy and wouldn't be able to serve him tea until later in the evening. So long as it was before 12 a.m., he didn't mind. The rules just stated that it had to be the day after, not a specific time. With anyone else he might be irritated, but this is you were talking about. His not so secret soft spot.

So you took great care not to show up until after 8 p.m. You were hoping to send him over the edge with one last break of the rules.

Instead of tea, you gave him honey sweetened lemonade. A direct violation of two rules. He stared down at the teacup he had just drank out of. It's just the two of you, as it's a bit late and he stayed out only for you to serve the tea. (Listen I go to bed at Never O'clock, but I feel like 8-9 is late for Riddle okay)

He's quiet for a moment before suddenly-

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

So you're collared. He stands up off his throne and storms over to you.

"What on Twisted Wonderland has gotten into you lately?! It's as though you're trying to... break....... the rules...."

He sees your smug expression and he realizes, his voice dying down. You absolutely have been doing this on purpose.

"....Why???"

You beam.

"Because A. You're cute when you're mad, and B. I thought being collared might, I don't know, start a little something. It took a while to break you, you must be a real softie for me~"

(I'm so sorry to readers who aren't this bold. I'm a dommy mommy according to my friends, I wanna top this little idiot. Forgive me my children.)

Riddle's as red as you can imagine at this rate. Flabbergasted. Shocked. Bewildered. How is he even supposed to respond to that!? Well, he does realize one thing. You obviously like him back. So... he'll shoot his shot.

He leans in and gives you a little peck on the lips, 2 seconds away from an aneurysm. You smile and deepen the kiss a bit, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. He pulls out his magic pen again to remove the collar, but you stop him.

"No need. I think I'll keep it for a few days. Besides, what good did you even think it would do? I haven't got magic."

You laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the mirror chamber to take him to Ramshackle.

"Come on, I think I deserve a reward for all the meticulous planning that went into being a delinquent."

Bonus:

You proudly wear the collar the next day, shocking everybody. Riddle snapped at you? Pretty much everybody on campus knew about his crush on you, so that's unprecedented. It isn't until somebody notices and points out the little hicky on the upper part of your neck that everything becomes a bit more clear.

Most of your friends are happy for you. (They don't have to deal with the mutual pining and you got laid. Win win bro.)

Ace looks ready to hurl.

And Crewel? I think he's about to Anne Boleyn your new boyfriend....

@killersweetie I'm so sorry babygirl I know I was supposed to make this m o n t h s ago but life has been kicking my ass 😭

BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT. I finished it. I hope it was to your liking 🤭

Hope you enjoyed! Remember, I do take requests! I'll write most things. What won't I write? Incest (nothing with the Tweels together or Idia and Ortho you psycopaths), pedophilia (if you want a teacher I gotchu but you can't be MC in it), noncon/yandere (I'm sorry to those who enjoy it but it personally makes me incredibly uncomfortable), and for now no NSFW. I will one day, but just not now. I love writing fluffy things! If you ask nicely I'll even do angst (perhaps even hurt no comfort but I will feel Pain). I'll write for any character you want! If you want Ortho, though, I'll make it platonic because that's my SON he's a smol CHILD.

N e ways have a lovely evening darlings!

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There's Only One Thing Left to Say, This Time (Undertale Fanfic)

New fanfic time! When I started writing this, I got the idea mostly because 1. I've been having trouble "moving on" from things in my own life recently and wanted to try processing it through fic and 2. it was the end of the school year for me and I had been saying a lot of goodbyes, so it felt thematically relevant. I wrote almost the entire thing impulsively at like three am a couple weeks ago and really impressed myself lol.

Chara Week Day 7: Free (I know it's over, but shhhh it still counts)

Summary:

You're having trouble saying goodbye, but the thing is that you don't have to! If you keep Resetting just before it's all over, you'll never have to be by yourself again. Right? You haven't known them long, and maybe they weren't super nice at the start, but they were there for you every step of the way. They listened to you and helped you when no one else would. You can't just let them disappear… You can't. ...But you can't keep doing this forever, Frisk. You have to let me go.

Characters: Chara and Frisk

Word count: 4,763 words

(Ao3 link in reblog!)

There's only one thing left to say this time,

I hope you're fine, goodbye.

– “Goodbye” by The Altogether

It isn’t until the third True Reset that I realize what this is all about, and when I do, I feel silly for not realizing it before.

I can still feel the way the bitterness worked its way under my skin the first time you brought everyone back. Which, is actually quite impressive on your part! Seeing as I don’t have skin anymore. I suppose it worked its way under your skin, then, because you wouldn’t stop apologizing to me in your head as you made your way through the Ruins. I should have been the one apologizing to you, Frisk. It’s no business of mine what you do with your own life, and you have no business feeling my emotions for me. This connection we have can be troubling, at times.

Still, it felt like a betrayal, and you offered me no explanation, so I could not understand.

I understood a little better when you decided to stay with Toriel for a while. Despite my obvious frustration and impatience, you sat and listened to her snail facts. You let her show you that bug-hunting spot she mentioned, and you spent time helping her run errands and letting her teach you how to cook. You even got to the point where she started giving you classes, as if you planned on staying. I assumed it was sentimentality, then. Perhaps there was something about the Underground that you didn’t want to leave behind. Maybe you weren’t ready to go back to living on the surface just yet. It’s not as if I could blame you for that one.

What I didn’t notice (and what I am noticing now), was how much attention you were giving me. And well, it’s not that I didn’t notice. I was just too busy being annoyed about it, and rightfully so. Can’t the narrator of your life narrate in peace? I do not care for superfluous conversation. And that’s not even the worst of it. Frisk, you should not be so casual about sharing control of your body, That’s like, the one thing you should never have to share. Sure, it happened one time, but I only stepped in because you were so afraid, and I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was me that the spears were getting shot at. That’s different. I will not take control of your body just to eat a slice of pie. Your pity for me is insulting.

What’s troubling is that it doesn't seem to be going away.

You take your first shivering step into Snowdin (for the fourth time, I can’t help but note) without so much as a glance behind you. This time, you left Toriel with no hesitation, and I know it’s because you know I didn’t want to stay. You’re not even trying to hide it. This is when I finally decide it’s time to confront you.

What are you doing? I ask.

“I’m…walking?” you respond, confused, through thoughts. Your boots crunch satisfyingly through the snow to prove your point. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I huff in frustration.

Frisk. Why do you keep Resetting?

This stops you (and your crunchy boots) in your tracks, and suddenly I can feel anxiety radiating off of you. You weren’t expecting me to ask you this directly.

When you don’t respond, I continue, a little bit of venom coating my words despite my best efforts. For the third time now, you have made it to the end, broken the barrier, only to start all over again. Do you not feel even the slightest bit of remorse?

“Of course I feel bad!” you’re quick to say, as if you’re surprised I would assume otherwise. “But…we’ll still get there again in the end; it’s not that big a deal.”

That’s a horrible excuse.

“Why’re you so angry about it?” Your voice comes out sharp in the frigid air.

Why are you so stubborn?

“What’re you even talking about?!”

You’re trying to delay the inevitable.

You’re about to debate me on that, too, in a defensive way rather than a genuinely angry way. But you stop, because you suddenly understand that I understand, and the anxiety returns. You continue walking after a brief hesitation.

Goodbyes are never easy, I say, as gently as I can. (It ends up sounding forced anyway.)

You ignore me, and I allow you to.

~~~

What are you going to do once you get back to the surface? Once you decide to stay?

You’ve made it to Waterfall at this point, having made it through Snowdin without much event. You’re getting a little tired of doing the same thing every time; I can tell, but you would never admit to it.

You kick a stone on the ground, watching as it disappears into the dark grass. “I dunno.” (“I dunno-”) (“-dunno-”)

Your own voice travels around you in echoes and fragments. You really shouldn’t talk out loud like this in the middle of all these echo flowers. Number one, it’s annoying, and that should be reason enough, but number two, you shouldn’t make a habit of talking out loud to the voice in your head at all. People are going to think you’re weird. And I mean, you’re already pretty weird, but do you really want the reputation of “the weird kid who talks to themself” stuck to you even after I’m gone?

I didn’t even realize you were listening to all that, but you flinch at that last part, not only mentally but physically too, and I try to ignore the fact that you’re proving my point.

I hum thoughtfully. You “don’t know”? That’s certainly an issue then, isn’t it?

You start to fidget with the hem of your sweater and return to talking to me through thoughts, much to my relief. “I just haven’t thought much about it.”

This is a lie. But I don’t point that out to you.

You’re in a part of Waterfall that you’ve never seen before. Admittedly, it’s not much different to the parts you have seen before, but the fact that it’s new at all is good enough for you. You’re trying to explore the area as much as you can this time around, because you’ve realized just how expansive Waterfall really is and the curiosity you came here with the first time still hasn’t left you. You’ve barely seen a fraction of the place, and you definitely won’t manage to see all of it, but you’re certainly going to try.

I might take this time to remind you that no matter how many times you’ve befriended her in the past, Undyne is still hunting you down in this timeline. So maybe taking the time to look at every blade of grass there is to look at isn’t the best idea. But whatever.

There are quite a few echo flowers growing in this area, as I mentioned before. It seems more secluded than the rest of the caverns that make up Waterfall, if that’s even possible. You can see the main path you usually walk from where you’re standing, separated from you by a large expanse of luminescent cyan water, and an overwhelming sense of calm washes over you. It’s like this is a little cove carved out just for you, safe from everything that may hurt you. It’s hard for me not to feel the same sense of calm. Whether it’s just the spilling over of your emotions or completely and entirely mine is hard to tell, but it doesn’t really matter.

Why don’t we sit here for a minute? I ask. You let out a breath and descend to the ground, hugging your knees and resting your head against the rough cavern walls without hesitation, as if you were waiting for me to say just that.

It’s nice to just be here, for me, with you, like this. Together. Your hands are intertwined in the way that I know means you’re trying to hold my hand, in whatever way you can. We look out at the stillness of the water, listening to the sound of rushing waterfalls in the distance. We both must be thinking about the same thing, now, because although I don’t agree with the Resets, I understand why you don’t want to leave, to some extent. Have you convinced me that you’re right? Have I felt this way the entire time and simply didn’t realize until now? I can’t say for certain. But I’m becoming increasingly aware of my own fear of reaching the end.

“Chara?” you say, voice cracking a little. The sound of my name spoken aloud and echoed around by the echo flowers startles me. “It’s just that…I really, really don’t wanna be by myself again.”

I feel tears pricking at your eyes. The honesty in your voice stings.

You won’t be by yourself, I try halfheartedly. Everyone will be up there with you.

You reposition to rest your head on your knees. “You know what I mean,” you whisper, and after a moment you say. “You’re not gonna be there.”

…Right. Of course.

That is the funny thing about good things, see. About journeys and stories. And lives. They end. Sometimes (always) too soon.

I do not know what I was expecting the first time you made it to the surface. What, was I just going to live inside your head forever? Would you want that? Would I? The strangest thing happened when you stepped over that threshold where the barrier once stood, when everyone else followed you out. I felt you pull away from me, and then I watched the back of your head as you walked out into the sun. It was a bit disorienting. I wasn’t seeing through your eyes anymore, I was just…there. Watching. Barely even there, because I couldn't feel you there justifying my existence anymore.

I don’t think there was a doubt in either of our minds about what that meant. As everyone else chatted in awe of how beautiful the sun was, you looked back at me (although I don’t think you really saw me, just the empty opening of the cave). There was confusion, or sadness, or panic on your face. I’ve never had to read your face from the outside before, what a funny thing to realize. Whatever emotion it was, it was enough to make you Reset. And then again, and again. It really was for my sake, then.

This makes me feel a strange mixture of things, but the feeling of guilt sticks out like a sore thumb. Frisk, I don’t want you to feel any sort of…obligation? Or anything? To keep me alive. I’ve been wanting to be dead for a long time.

It’s a lame attempt at humor to lighten the mood, but as soon as I think it, I realize how unfunny it sounds. It kind of stops being a joke when it’s true.

Still, you reply, “It’s not like that. You know that.”

You are making some awfully bold assumptions here, though they’re not entirely false. I’m inclined to ask, what is it like then? Would moving on with your life not be the best option here? Everything is going to work out for you. And, hey, you won’t even have to put up with an annoying ghost in your head anymore.

“What if I like the annoying ghost in my head?”

Well, then you’re weird. But we’ve already established that.

That gets a smile out of you. “See? You always make me feel better,” you think, and I want to roll my eyes at that. I want to remind you of all the times I made you feel worse rather than better, but I stay quiet for now.

“…Before I came here,” you start, eyes trained on the ground as you fidget with the grass there, “I was alone a lot. It wasn’t so bad, but…it wasn’t so good either.” You shrug one of your shoulders. “I dunno. I didn’t think about it much. I had to take care of myself, and there was never anyone there…to say it’d be okay, or to tell me dumb jokes, or just be there…y’know?”

Yeah. I do know.

…

“I kinda panicked when I left the Underground and you weren’t there. You were just…gone, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even really mean to Reset, I just didn’t think, and I-“

You sigh.

“I just really care about you. You’re like my best friend, Chara- ‘N that’s what it’s like. It’s like saying goodbye to your best friend.”

Oh.

Ha ha. Yes, I really do know that, don’t I?

“Wait, augh. I-I probably shouldn’t’ve said it like that, I’m sorry-“

No, Frisk, there is no need to apologize. It is fine. It’s fine.

Your fingernails claw into the grass and the dirt beneath.

I know. I know what you mean. I really do.

I try not to think of my brother. I fail.

I did not think you would care so much. It’s- (stupid), I want to say, but you are not stupid. (See, caring about me always gets people hurt), I want to say, but that’s not your fault. (What did you expect?), I want to say. (I don’t believe you), I want to say. (I don’t understand you), I want to say. I can’t- I can’t say any of that. I can’t say anything to you, right now.

You- you nod, a little concerned, but you give me space. You bring your hands together again and gaze out at the water again for a minute. Then, finally, you decide to continue onwards. You have a fish monster to face.

~~~

Being here doesn’t get easier, no matter how prepared I am after each Reset. The grey, achromatic walls and floors. The feeling of despair in the air. The stillness. It directly contrasts my memories of warmth and color and love in this home. It reminds me too much of dust.

I stay quiet as you kneel in front of the save star. It glows in a steady, consistent way, light flowing out from the center and disintegrating at the edges. A comforting feeling washes over you, as it always does, and you step into the house.

It’s as lonely as ever. You should just get this over with. The monsters that are always here to greet you at this phase of your journey stop you on your way to the kitchen.

“A long time ago, a human fell into the Ruins,” one of the Froggits begins. You stand there with your hands clasped together and listen politely, as you always do. I put up a mental barrier between myself and the world and try not to listen, as I always do.

The key on the kitchen countertop glints in the other room. You wait for the Froggits to finish speaking before grabbing it and returning to the hallway. You make your way to the far end of the hall to grab the second key, too, before entering my old room.

You open the gift boxes and take the locket and dagger out without a word. I relish the familiar weight around your neck as you reach back to fasten the locket’s clasp. It helps me find the words I want to say.

Frisk. I don’t want to keep doing this.

You’re surprised to hear me speak, but you listen.

What we talked about earlier… It’s not that I don’t want to stay. I think…you’ve helped me a lot too. And I’m really glad I met you. I’m just tired of feeling stuck in the past. A part of me…wants that, but. It hurts, being here but not being able to do anything. To fix anything.

Plus, I mean. You!! The barrier’s broken thanks to you! You and…Asriel, of course. At least, it will be. Again. It’s… I’m glad it worked out in the end. Even if it took a really long time.

I wish things could be different. I wish I could stay, at least a little longer, but I don’t want to take this away from them. Or from you. I made my choice a long time ago, and this is already more than I deserve.

…

Are you…crying?

You’re holding your arms around yourself, as well. What is this???

“A hug,” you say through thoughts, sniffling.

Oh.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like that.”

It’s not your fault.

“I shouldn’t’ve kept Resetting, though. I knew it upset you the first time…”

I understand why you did it now, though. It’s okay, really.

“Okay…”

You rub your eyes with your sleeve and stand up, giving yourself a self-assured nod.

“Don’t worry. This will be the last time.”

~~~

When it’s time to fight Asriel, we’re both filled with determination. The nothingness surrounding us erupts in color and light, illuminated by kaleidoscopic starbeams and glimmering stardust. Attacks rain down on you from above, and you weave your body between them masterfully. You can’t evade them all, but I’m there cheering you on. A blast from Shocker Breaker shatters your soul; I reach out to press the pieces back together. But it refused!

Asriel floats above you, smirking with confidence in his power. You aren’t afraid of him anymore. You know all too well what he’s capable of, but you know him better now than you did when you first encountered him, just a human and a flower with a million untold secrets between them. He’d laid all his puzzle pieces out before you, and you can’t help but see the whole painful picture before you now. He’s stuck in a cycle, much like you but nothing like you at all. You’re going to help him bring it to an end. (Once and for all.)

The attacks keep coming, but you persist. You reach out to your friends within Asriel’s soul and remind them of who they are. Undyne, whom you admire for her enthusiasm and sense of justice. Alphys, whose intelligence and desire to do better inspire you. Papyrus, whom you enjoy hanging out with for his optimism and dedication. Sans, who tells you jokes that make you laugh and whose laid-back attitude puts you at ease. Toriel, who cares for you as her own child and made you feel safe when you first found yourself in this unfamiliar place. Asgore, whose presence is both comforting and sad, knowing of the difficult decisions he’s had to make in his life. Once you’ve reached out to all your friends, there’s only one thing left to do.

It seems that there’s still one last person that needs to be saved.

So you reach out to Asriel. And I do, too. He’s not the same as he was all those years ago, when we were just two kids playing in a muddy flower garden, and neither am I. But it’s still him, despite everything. He resists…and he’s still crying out to you as if you’re me. It hurts. I watch him do this every time, desperately latch on to the belief that I’m not really gone, and the ironic thing is that I have been here the whole time.

“I’m not ready for this to end,” he says, confident façade cracking.

It ended a long time ago.

“I’m not ready for you to leave,” he says.

I know.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again…”

…

“So, please…” His voice shakes, laced with despair. “Stop doing this… And just let me win!!!”

He raises his arms and summons all his magic for one final attack. Your vision is overwhelmed with color as the blast hits you, and you barely register the way he screams at you to stop holding on as your HP drops, with each passing second, to an impossibly low number. But it never reaches zero. You don’t die; your soul doesn’t shatter, because you’ve made it this far and you’re not about to give up now.

Finally, the world grows silent as the sound of magic rushing past your ears subsides. You’re exhausted, though Asriel is barely even paying attention to you anymore. He closes his eyes. Suddenly he seems so small inside his godlike form, too small to really be the Absolute God of HYPERDEATH.

“I’m so alone, Chara…” he says. “I’m so afraid…” They’re echoes of words I’ve already heard him say three times before, but they feel like acid nonetheless because it’s my fault and I’m the reason he’s like this, but you firmly tell me that it’s not. I don’t know if I can believe you, but I lean into you and try not to say anything more.

…

The world fades to black, and Asriel stands before you, looking the way I remember him once again. He’s covering his face, wiping away his tears and probably trying to hide the fact that he’s crying, too. He always was a crybaby, wasn’t he?

“I always was a crybaby, wasn’t I, Chara?”

Ha. Indeed.

He pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “…I know. You’re not actually Chara, are you? Chara’s been gone for a long time.”

You open your mouth to protest, but… Come on, Frisk, I can’t do that to him. Not after all that.

“But… Are you sure?”

I’m not… I am not here to stay. It would be a mistake to get his hopes up.

You twist your fingers together, disappointed, but you close your mouth anyway.

I’m only half-listening as he continues, asking for your name (which you have given him three times already) and apologizing for his actions. This is the last time I’m going to see him, is it not? He will break the barrier, and then you will go to the surface with everyone else. And I… Well, I don’t actually know what will happen to me. I won’t be able to come with you. I know that, at the very least. It looks like it might really be the end for me. I don’t know how to feel about that.

You tell him you forgive him, as you do every time. It seems only fair to you, after everything he’s gone through. A part of you understands him, even though most of you doesn’t, and you hope the knowledge that somebody in the universe forgives him gives him some solace. He smiles at you sadly.

He can’t stay, he tells you. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes in concentration. The human souls gather around him as he rises into the air, hovering around him in a circle, and the monster souls follow suit, glowing in the darkness. With the combined power of the human souls and every monster soul in the Underground, each pulsing with the same desire…the barrier is finally broken.

It’s over. There’s a weighty sense of resolution to it now. I don’t want you to Reset again. I know you won’t.

I stare at Asriel through your eyes as he lowers to the ground again, head tilted down, eyes closed. He looks so tired. He tells you that he needs to go, that you should go be with the people that care about you. You should just forget about him, he says. As if that would be possible.

Every word feels like a countdown, and I want to do something, but I can’t move. I need him to forget about me. I can’t be here messing everything up. I don’t…want him to forget me. But I don’t want him to hurt remembering me. I don’t want to stay here… I don’t want to go.

You hug Asriel. To my surprise, your arms tighten around him as you allow me to slip into control. “Just for a minute,” you think. The feeling of warmth and his sweater under my fingers and my chin on his shoulder hits me so suddenly that I can’t stop my tears from running down your face. I relax into the hug, though. I close my eyes and try to forget where we are and what we’ve been through. I don’t want to let go…

When he finally pulls away, he gives me a weird look, but it’s gone in a moment.

“I’ll miss you,” I say without thinking.

He laughs. “Please don’t.”

And just like that, he’s gone again.

“You okay?” you ask as you slip back into control. Your presence is comforting beside mine in your mind.

I am, I say. Yeah.

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Outside, clouds drift lazily across the sky, a beautiful gradient from lilac to yellow to frame the setting sun. Over the edge of the mountainside, you can just barely see the tops of trees stretching out into the distance, leaves tousling gently in the breeze. Tall buildings silhouette the sky on one side, and on the other, more mountains.

The light streams in through the exit to the Underground, of which you stand behind. One of your hands is cupped over the other in front of you, and you run your fingertips over the knuckles absently. You have been standing here for a while, hesitant.

Congratulations, partner, I start in an attempt to ease the tension, you’ve saved everyone once again.

“We did,” you correct. “And Asriel.”

Of course. And now, think about it. Everyone is free for real. They can see the sun, the sky, the stars… There’s a whole future ahead of them. And you get to be a part of it. That’s amazing, is it not?

“Mhm…”

You could stay with Mom. She would make you breakfast in the morning, read you bedtime stories at night. I bet Undyne would be willing to teach you some sick fighting moves. Anime nights with Alphys.

“I could hang out with Sans and Papyrus.”

Yeah! You could learn how to make music with Napstablook. That might be fun. And Mettaton might need some help becoming a star on the surface, too.

You giggle. “I think he’s got that covered.”

Maybe. I smile along with you. But, aren’t you excited? Not everything will be easy, but you have so many people supporting you.

“I know…” You sigh through your nose. “You deserve all that too, though; it’s not fair.”

Hey. The lilac is disintegrating from the sky, fading into a deep orange. Some of the wind makes it into the cave, crisp air whistling through the doorway and cooling your skin. Hey, you know what? It’s worth it. It’s okay.

I think there are tears in your eyes again. Come on, please don’t cry.

I can’t stay here forever. I’m already overstaying my welcome, being dead and all. I was supposed to be gone a long time ago, but…I got to meet you by some miracle, and that makes it all worth it, I think. Even if I can’t stay.

“Charaaa…”

I laugh a little. Don’t worry about me, Frisk. Really. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

You hug yourself- “Hug you,” you correct. Oh. Okay. You hug me, and I, try to hug you back? It’s a little bit awkward, but I appreciate it all the same. The emotional vulnerability is starting to make me uncomfortable, but I need you to know I care about you. I know you’ll be okay.

Ha ha, this goodbye stuff is pretty hard, huh?

“Goodbye,” you say simply, with a teasing smile.

Oh, not so hard for you, it seems. Well then, “goodbye” to you, too.

I pause. …And good luck out there, partner. I think Asriel said it best: take care of everyone for me, okay? Even him.

You nod and give me a shaky little thumbs up. That’s the spirit! (Pun always intended.)

With a glance over to the others, who are in the other room, chatting amongst themselves and waiting for you, you decide you’re finally ready to go. You let everyone know, and the excitement in the room is palpable as you all make your way to the exit. They make a fuss out of you, ruffling your hair and smiling back at you. You let them leave first, and then at last, you step over the threshold yourself. I feel our connection sever.

And then I’m watching the back of your head as you walk away again. Before you reach the others though, you turn around to give me a small wave.

That’s it, I guess… I can’t exactly wave back, but I wish you well and thank you for everything. Together, you and I allow time to continue on.

#chara week #chara week 2023 #they're not in the cover art but the fic is mostly about them and Frisk so #undertale #safeutdr #chara dreemurr #frisk dreemurr #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #my art #chara #frisk #undertale frisk #undertale chara #🌼#also in reference to what I wrote at the beginning of the post. I wrote that a couple weeks ago. when I THOUGHT I would finish this #but of course I procrastinated on writing the last scenes so now I'm posting it quite a bit after the school year ended. oh well #still thematically relevant #writing is hard for me /except/ when I impulsively write at 3am and realize I've gotten to 2000 words without really trying. apparently. :I #also as a sidenote. this is just a one-off 'what if' scenario for me because the idea of chara not being able to come with frisk to #the surface makes me sad so. :(#sidenote number two. HOW did this become longer than Thunderstorms dude....... that was not intentional.

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tiredseverin · 2 months

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might have forgotten that this task happened and am now going Insane over it

LIKE HES GOT A FULL ON DEATH STARE HALF A SECOND AFTER THAT ITS GREAT

BABYGITLLLLL LOOK ATHAT

"i can tickle him now and theres nothing he can do about it!" LIKE

"yeah, i am quite ticklish"

the closeup on his worried face at the beggining was lovely haha

also i know im going about it in All the wrong orders shhhh dont Mind it

this is just Amazing. obviously.

SWEEEET LITTLE BOY i think he flinches! at the sound of the tape cracking maybe? it *is* loud lol. tried to gif it but it just looked silly then, and it lacked the sound anyway 💔

<3 <3 <3

:)))))

poor boy got ransomed oh no 😢😢what an awful situation adkjfss

hes just watching it all unfold hahaha love him leaning away from them

he almost giggles!!!!! so funny hahaha

he who has accepted his fate

GAHHHH HIS SMILEEEEEEE

so sosososo cute and dainty

of course, the iconic "theres *some* sexual tension* between you"

"what's that got to do with it?"

i fucking love that shrug <3 this is like the quintissential alex horne characteristic but like hes got such a steady and honestly hilarious poker face and in these moments its just incredible how sincere he sounds its so funny!

and of course. greg. i wont go into greg today because if i do i will start Salivating aksjdfnsd

ACTUALLY I WILL GO INTO GREG LIKE WHAAAAAT OH MY GOD????? OH MY GOD!!!! OH JESUS I NEED TO BE LOCKED AWAY FOREVER THAT SMILE IS AARAURGHGHHGHH OH MY GODDDDDD I AHHHH I CANT I CANT I CANT I WANNA LOOK AT HIM FOREVERRRRRR

having let the beast out a bit, how cute that alex immediately smiles so wide and then. death stare again askdjfnsd love that

okay i think thats good enough for now hahah

#tm #taskmaster #i realized that i tag my things w tm but look for things w taskmaster and came to the conclusion that thats Dumb #although i dont know how keen i am on (?) getting more visibility on my thirsty ass rb tags lol #either way i looooouve alex horne hugest cutie patootie ever <3

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just-somedude · 2 years

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"It's okay princess, you're safe. Daddy's gonna protect you forever, I just need you to lay there and try not to scream okay? I know it hurts, but please little one, take it for me? You can do it babygirl, I know you can! Shhhh. Let it happen. That's my girl, relax. You're so pretty when you're obedient"

#mine

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shorkbrian · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on the yandere purge? :> if it’s not too much trouble, could you write about izuku and his darling, both such… obsessive people . the only difference is darling is obsessed with, you know, not dying where dekus more obsessed with the anxiety ball pacing her home an hour before the purge. Thank you!

oh my GOD the yandere purge is the hottest thing! I can't recall who originally created it but oh my-oh my god theyre so smart.

(Truth be told tho I know I'd be fine if it was a legit irl thing cause no one would want to nab me and you know what? I'm okay with that)

(And it's never too much trouble!!! literally my pleasure wink wonk)

All Izuku can think about is you.

Pretty little you. Soft, sweet you. Beautiful, smart you.

Not smart enough to avoid getting taken, but that works out in his favor, and honestly? Izuku thinks it's kind of cute. Hates that he has to stress you out so much, like a scared little rabbit in a cage - eyes wide, heart pounding, body shaking slightly in fear.

But it's all worth it.

When he gets to cradle your face in his hands, place soft, delicate kisses all over your forehead and cheeks for the first time, taste your lips for real.

Izuku cums way too fast the first time he pulls you into his lap, your wrists tied lovingly behind your back despite the fact that you're drugged ever so slightly. It's just to make sure you don't stress too much, lash out and hurt yourself in your attempts to get away. You look adorable like that too, all sleepy-eyed and mumbly, aware of what was happening but not able to stop it.

"Oh, shhhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here, M'gonna take care of you, don't worry-"

"Wait a minute-wai-w-w-"

"Shhh, don't think, just feel." Izuku always soothes, rubbing your back, petting your sides. His scarred fingers slip between your legs so he can rub thick knuckles against your clit through your panties, and it drives you wild.

"'Gonna cum so pretty for me, yeah?" He looks at you with the softest expression you've ever seen a man make. "You're so perfect, so good."

-----

He's so much bigger than you are, yet treats you so gently. Soft rolls of his hips as he drives a too-thick cock into your pussy, holding your hands, kissing down your neck as he whispers declarations of love into the skin there.

You try to fight, kicking and wiggling and being as horrible to fuck as you're able, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice.

"Look at me, let me see that beautiful face." Izuku is patient enough to wait for a moment, but when you refuse to turn your face and look up at him, the green-haired man grabs your chin gently, turns your neck for you. "Stop closing your eyes and let me see you." He demands.

When you refuse, he starts drilling into you harder, with more force until it hurts. Your stomach twinges with the stabbing pain and you can't help but open your eyes, already sobbing.

"There she is-" And he's slowing back down again, only putting a few inches inside, grinding at an angle until he can find that little spot inside that makes you shake and moan.

He's gentle, but only if you listen and obey.

-----

As time goes on you bend, accepting his affection with tired resignation. He's just so insistent, you'd never be able to fight him forever.

But you still try, whining when you feel his heat against your back, a hand on your hip holding you steady as he ruts against your ass.

"Mm, I'm tired.... please, not tonight." But Izuku keeps going.

"Just let me....." His sentence devolves into heavy panting, and the man has to swallow down a mouth full of spit before he can speak again, the soft curves of your body turning his brain to mush. "I won't be... won't be long. We'll go right back t'sleep."

And he does, right after he slips his cock inside while you wince and clench your teeth, the man immediately groaning, spasming as warmth fills you. He cums so quick, always ready for more. But you were tired, and he loves you, so he pets your hair, kisses your shoulder as soon as he regains his breath, stops shaking.

"Sorry baby, you just felt so good, couldn't stop myself." And he never can when it comes to you. "Love you."

And it burns your ears to hear it.

#yandere purge #yandere izuku #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere #tw noncon #yandere bnha #tw dubcon #male yandere #yandere izuku x reader #yandere love #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere midoriya #yandere deku #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part seventeen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Blood, gore, murder, death, trauma, family trauma, fighting, arguments, all the fun stuff!

Part sixteen Part eighteen

Tag list: @esposadomd

Basically, this is the most heart wrenching episode yet, and I pity all of you for having to read this.

Eris was just standing next to me, unable to speak.

Tears started to stream down my face.

Tamlin wasn’t a great person, but…

But no one deserved what she had done to him. To him, and to poor poor Lucian.

Just because there is life after death, doesn’t mean death is nothing. It’s painful, and will stay with you forever.

And this hadn’t been a quick death. Tamlin had been pinned to his throne with daggers, half in his beast form and half skinned.

Lucian had been taken apart, piece by piece.

His metal eye was placed in the middle of the room, covered in blood and glistening in the setting sun.

I take a deep breath, and start walking over to their mangled corpses.

“Y/N-” Eris croaked out, pain in his voice.

“They deserve a proper burial. We can’t leave them like… this.” the words come out far more strangled and pained than I would have liked.

I started trying to take the daggers out, but Eris’s hands landed on my shoulders, gently turning me away.

My hands were covered in their blood, shaking violently as I raised them to push away from him.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said, pulling me into an embrace as tears fell again.

“We won’t let her get away with this.” He said, his voice hardening as I let myself relax into his embrace, letting out a sob.

I should have stopped this.

I should have known ever since I first came back here, that those Hybren soldiers were just the beginning.

And I left them all alone.

I let this happen.

Eris held me closer to him, and I felt the air shift around us.

I knew he had winnowed us away, the scent of blood lessening, even if it still clogged my nose.

He stood there with me, content to hold me as long as I needed. Both of us are silent.

Even though he had just lost his only kind brother, he was standing here, comforting me.

“I’m sorry.” I croaked out, still shaking. “Your brother just died and I’m-”

“Shhhh.” He comforted me, petting my hair. “You need me right now. It’s going to be okay.”

My whole body shook. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. You should hate me, I this is all my faul-” I said, my voice watery and ugly from crying.

“No.” He said, his voice stern, pulling back just enough to look down at me. “Do you know how ridiculous that is? If anything, it’s the other way around.”

I shook my head, but he grasped my chin firmly, light enough not to hurt. “This is not your fault.”

I blinked away tears, not speaking as I stared into his grief ridden red eyes, swirling with not just hate and pain, but love.

“Say it. This is not my fault.” He said, his tone stern.

I didn’t say it, and he sighed, letting go of my chin and pulling me into a hug again. “This is not your fault.”

I had calmed down, locking the emotions in a dark corner of my mind where all my unresolved shit went.

“We need to tell all the highlords. If there’s anything that will unite them, it’s this. It’s Amarantha.” I tell Eris, pacing in front of the table in Eris’s private cabin.

I have no idea when the fuck he got a private cabin, but I was greatful for it right now.

“They’ll never answer our call. Your brother maybe, but the others don’t know you, and I’m guessing my father’s not too pleased with me right now.”

I stopped pacing, my mind racing with thoughts, good and bad, when I finally settle on an idea.

An idea that might fix everything.

“What if we didn’t call the meeting?” I asked, turning to where he was stiffly sitting in a plush couch.

He studied me. “Then who?”

I grimace. “What if Tamlin called the meeting?”

His eyes went wide. “That’s a risky move.”

I shrugged. “Well, it’s better than running around shouting that the female that trapped everyone for fifty years that everyone saw die is back.”

We just stared at each other.

“Couldn’t we just bring him back?” Eris asked hesitantly.

I shake my head. “We can, but I think it’s better if we leave them with Sam and the others for now. If Amarantha is working with the Asteri, there’s a good chance she has some trap set up to see how we get back and forth.”

He sighs. “So no contact?”

I shake my head. “No, not for a while.”

He sighed, standing up. “I’ll go get the pad of paper. You shouldn’t have to go back into that bloodbath.”

I shake my head. “I’m not making you go back in there with your dead brother. You stay here and I’ll go and get it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but I held my hand up. “No. I’m going, that’s final.”

“Can I at least come with you?” He asked, worry swirling in his eyes.

I shake my head. “Just- I’ll be right back. Stay here, and think about what we can say to the other highlords.”

He nods, standing up and walking over to me.

He could sense my sorrow, but he didn’t know the whole reason, and I couldn’t tell him as he tugged me into an embrace.

We stood there for a moment before I pulled away gently, kissing him before I took a few more steps away. “Goodbye Eris.”

And I winnowed away.

I winnowed to Velaris with only one stop in between.

I was going to kill this red haired bitch before she could even touch my family.

But there was no way we could call together a meeting of the high lords, and it was highly unlikely they would gather together at Tamlin’s summons, if news that he was dead hadn’t already reached them.

So I had to do this, even if it was going to suck.

I was running out of time.

Making my way to the River house, I stood outside the door, wondering if maybe I should go back and bring Eris here with me, damn the consequences.

I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door as it flew open, revealing Azriel, dark and angry as his shadows swirled around him.

He quickly froze, and I watched his eyes go wide.

I forgot I was still covered in Tamlins blood, the events of the past day making me weary.

Had it truly only been earlier this day that I was pretending to be Eris’s cousin?

I pushed past him. “We need to talk, is Rhys in here?”

He whirled. “We do need to talk. What the hell happened to you?” He snarled, following me into the living room.

Everyone was in there, along with a red haired half human, half human female.

I recognised her as Bryce, and under any other circumstances, I would have been excited to meet her, and be questioning her how the hell she got here, but that wasn’t the problem right now.

All of them stared as I entered the room, and I saw Rhys open his mouth to speak.

I held up a bloody hand. “You had plenty of chances to speak, I have the floor.”

He looked as if he was going to talk anyway, so I just spit out, “Amarantha is the third dead soul.”

Fearful silence rippled through the room.

I looked at my brother and Feyre, not sure I could handle the other’s expressions right now.

“She killed Tamlin and Lucian. She basically told me she was going to kill everyone we care about and make us watch.” I say, my tone flat as I look at Rhysand.

“Now normally, I wouldn’t go ringing the alarm bells, I like to handle these types of things myself, but I know what she did to the two of you.” I say, keeping my tone cool and even.

None of them say anything, but I can tell Feyre and my brother are communicating in their heads.

Morrgian’s eye catches mine, and I freeze.

We just stare at each other.

I can see the pain and hurt in her eyes as she goes to look away.

“Whatever Azriel told you I said, there’s more to it than that.” I say to her, and she looks back at me, her eyes a bit wide with surprise. “I would never just… leave you like that.”

“What’s going on?” Bryce asks in an old tongue that few use nowadays, turning to my brother for answers.

“Hello, Bryce, right?” I ask in her native tongue.

I don’t look away from Bryce to gauge the others' reactions, but Bryce looks surprised, if not a bit happy as she answers in her language, “Yes, and you are?”

I shoot Rhys a dirty look before coming over to her, holding out my hand in greeting. “I’m Y/N, Rhysand’s sister. I’m not sure what he’s told you, but I’ve been dead for quite a while.”

Her eyes went wide, annoyance tinting her features as she turned towards Rhys, yelling at him in the old tongue.

I grin, but I turn my head to see Azriel scowling at me, and it falters.

Now that I look around, everyone is looking at me with either rage, hurt, or mistrust.

I don’t blame them, but it also hurts deep in my heart. I had spent my whole alive life trying to be liked, to be someone they could love.

I hate the way I want to slip back into that role, change back into exactly what they want me to be.

But I’m not.

I turn away. “I said what I needed to say, do what you will with it.”

Azriel grabs my arm, holding me in place.

I stare at his hand, waiting for him to let me go. I look up at him to see him looking at Rhysand to see what to do next.

“Let me go.” I snarl, and his shadows swirl around him threateningly.

Rhysand stands, walking over to me.

Azriel lets me go once Rhysand’s close enough, and I snarl at him, “I’m warning you now brother, I’m leaving whether you want me to or not.”

His matching violet eyes studied me. “Even though I do not approve of your choices, I think you already know what you’re putting us through. So I’m not going to ask you to leave Eris, but you have to stay away from her.”

I knew what he was talking about, but anger prickled in my veins at the order.

“Do not speak down to me Rhysand. I will do what I wish to do.” I warn, turning to leave.

He winnowed in front of the door. “I am your high lord, and I will not let you leave until you promise me.”

I knew where this was going. He wanted a bargain.

“I am no one's subject.” I snarl, my power starting to boil over.

“Rhysand, I suggest you let the girl leave.”

I whip my head around to look at Amren, who is the first to realize I am more than appear, and I’m not surprised.

I see a look of realization come over Nesta’s face, and she leans into her younger sister, whispering.

Rhysand growled. “Promise me.” He snarled.

“I would rather rot in Hel.” I say, and I hear Bryce stifle a laugh, the only part of this she understood.

I walked toward the door, pushing past my brother.

As soon as he laid a hand on my arm to stop me, I exploded.

I grabbed his arm, shoving him against the wall with the other. I could hear everyone else either unsheathe their knives or gasp.

Rhy’s seemed shocked, but he shoved me back, and I ducked just in time to dodge a fist.

Fine. If he wanted to duke this out, I was fucking fine with that.

I grabbed the soft velvety cloth of his jacket, winnowing him to the fighting ring on top of the house of wind and backing up, getting into a fighting stance.

“You want to fight brother? Than let’s fucking fight!” I shout at him, and I realize it has started to rain.

Neither of us care, and he widens his stance, his chest heaving with rage as he raises his fists.

We start to circle, and he asks, “Why?”

Right as he throws a punch, thunder rings out, deafening as I dodge, spinning around and swinging a foot out to knock him down.

He falls, and I ask, “Why what, brother?”

He gets back to his feet, wiping away blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why have you abandoned us? For fucking Eris?”

I snarl, and dodge again, but he fakes me out, landing a punch to my exposed side with enough force to bruise.

I hiss, stumbling back before quickly regaining the fighting stance. “I didn’t abandon you. If you had ever bothered to stick around, you would have seen exactly how bad our father was.” I snarl, charging him.

We grapple for a moment, and I manage to get a hold on him and throw him to the ground, pinning him there.

He snarls as his face hits the floor. “You could have told me.”

“I TRIED!” I shouted as he threw me off, and I rolled away and into a crouched position.

“I tried and I was sent to a fucking Illyrain camp! Left completely alone, far enough away so I couldn’t even contact you at Lord Devon's camp. He knew what they might have done if they found me. He expected to teach me a fucking lesson.” I say, standing as he stood across from me, too far away and the sky too dark for me to see his face clearly.

“I learned how to use plants to change my scent, I cut my hair, I bound my chest and I learned how to fight with the best of them. Do you really think you managed to take out every single one of the Illyrians that wanted you dead during the Blood Rite single handed?” I screamed, my voice rivaling the roar of rain and thunder.

I started to shake, and he stood there, still unreadable.

“I killed them! I followed you, and I cut them down before they spotted me. I continued after the three of you found each other! I touched that stone moments after you did, and the three of you never knew! And how could I tell you?”

The rain washed away the tears, the only sign of my crying was the uncontrollable shaking. “And if I told you, you would have suffered. Father was always looking for ways to make sure neither of us could take him down. I protected you. I protected mom. We died, and I have spent the whole time trying to keep the Asteri from coming here and killing YOU!”

We both just stood there, breathing heavily.

“Why Eris?” He asked, his voice broken and full of sorrow.

I shuddered. “Because he understood. He has spent his whole life protecting his mother and Lucian. Because he’s my mate and I love him.”

I look up, staring at the murky sky, the stars blocked by the clouds. I didn’t want to see his reaction. I didn’t want to see the look of disgust-

Suddenly, there’s a strong pair of arms wrapped around me, hugging me tight to his chest and murmuring, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

After years of hiding, and these past months, I can’t help but to break into tears, letting him hug me.

I wrap my arms around there, and I don’t know how long we stand there, hugging each other in the rain.

Eris Pov:

What the hell? Was what I was thinking as I paced back and forth across the floor of the cabin.

It had been too long. Y/N should be back by now.

Why hadn’t I just gone with her? I had wanted to respect the space she needed, but going back to a massacre scene where Amarantha had just threatened her alone was idiotic.

So, I winnowed to where I knew where she was.

But no matter how much I looked, there was no one living here.

I left, and started to frantically search the area around. Has she been kidnapped? Was she hurt? If I had let her do this alone and something had happened to her, I would never forgive myself.

I heard the sounds of people, and I paused, slowly sneaking between the trees and shielding my scent.

It got louder the closer I got, and a pit formed in my stomach as I saw a army of Hybren soldiers.

Turning, I ran away, knowing there was nothing I could do until I found Y/N.

I paused after some time, and heard footsteps. I whirled, weapon in my hand.

It was Sam, Tamlin and Lucian standing next to him.

At the sight of my brother, who I had seen dead only an hour or so ago, my weapon fell from my hand.

I rushed to him, embracing him tightly.

He was stiff at first, but relaxed into the hug, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m sorry brother.” I said, holding him tightly. “I should have been there, I should have stopped her.”

I had never spoken like that to him, let alone around Tamlin.

He pulled away. “There’s a problem.”

I forced myself to smirk and wink at him. “When isn’t there?”

The look on his face is serious, and he doesn’t laugh.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam asks, his voice worried.

The worry gnawing at me threatens to come out in my words. “She told me she was coming here. She was going to try and pose as you and call a meeting of the high lords.”

As I say it, I realize how stupid the plan is.

“Eris, where would she go that you wouldn’t want her to?” Sam demanded, and I’m still reeling a little.

She tricked me.

I think for a moment. “To her brother.” Sam groans. “We are so fucked.”

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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paper rings- weddings!! give me a character. a rough word count (10k is the most I’m willing to write, but if you want the fic to be a longer one, specifics are heavily recommended) and where you would want to get married if you were to get married! You can also tell me if you want it to be next level angst or to have the fluff scale turned up to eleven. Provide whatever specifics you want, and along with the fic, you’ll get a moodboard! You can mention if you want the moodboard to replace whatever gif I use as a fic header, but if you want it at the bottom of the fic and for me to include the gif anyway, just let me know!

okayyyy nikolai lantsov andd 1-2k? i've always dreamed of having a forest fairytale type wedding. like the fairy lights, and the green and borwn color schemes. and very intimate, only closeee friends and family (which is still a lot of family on my side but shhhh) fluff scale turned up to 11 plsss! the moodboard, i'm fine either way whatever is easiest<3

Our Forever/Our Eternity- Nikolai Lantsov x fem! reader

Okay, hi! I am so sorry that this coming out so late--I’d started second semester when I went to look at my inbox and having to do assignments on the daily is taking me closer and closer to academic burn out one step at a time. This is coming out on valentines though, so yay! I hope you like this one. The moodboard also came out in the form of a collage, which again, I hope is cool! I made it while tired out of my mind last night and a collage is what my tiredbrain was able to manage at that point lol.

fic type- fluff.

Warnings- mentions of the consumption of alcohol (wine and champagne, and vodka/kvas)

You and Nikolai had been dating since you were sixteen, having met by pure happenstance whilst you both worked in the First Army. You were at his side as his partner when he’d met Alina, fought with him as his partner and his confidante in the Ravkan Civil war.

When he’d proposed at the age of twenty-three, just at the beginning of his kingship, you were overjoyed, and so, it seemed, was he.

The next year and a half were spent with wedding preparations at the forefront of nearly everyones focuses, though especially Genyas, yours, and Nikolais.

A fairytale esque wedding was the theme you’d agreed upon, and it was just to your luck that a decent clearing with a couple of large trees was amongst the Little Palaces acreage.

Genya had said that it was to be the perfect spot for a wedding, and a year and a half later, as you listened to Alina and Zoyas conversation and Genya tailored a bit of powder onto your eyes to give them a pop of color, you had to agree.

You’d decorated it with a few good tables, chairs painted a deep brown the color of wood, the tablecloths a darker version of leafy green. The centerpieces had been your favorite flowers, encased in small glass display containers that would’ve been used for something like a cupcake display in a bakery, and the tree under which you were going to get married had been laid with lights, making it look like the branches were dripping in stars.

You’d done your wedding a bit differently to the societal expectations placed onto Nikolais shoulders. It wasn’t public, it wasn’t to occur in the Little Palace and there were no journalists, no reporters or anyone who’s only purpose of attending would be to get the scoop on the happenings of that day.

You’d only invited the people who’d mattered to you both, those whom you considered family. Tolya, Mal and David were Nikolais groomsmen. Genya, Tamar, Nadia, Alina and Zoya were your bridesmaids.

Alina and Mal had come along, though Alina had been wearing a wig so that nobody looked at her and immediately knew that she’d been the sun saint, the one who’d been martyred three years before.

Alina laughed as a breeze picked up and ruined some of the work that Genya had done with your hair, meeting your gaze with a grin.

“Early summer is a wonderful time of year, isn’t it?” You asked, laugh befalling your lips as Genya gave an exasperated sigh. “There’s a breeze, yeah, but at least it’s warm.”

“Nikolai is just going to faint when he sees you,” Nadia said with a grin. “Oh, the king will faint indeed.”

“Tolya will have to catch him,” Tamar agreed, laugh coming up as she took a sip of her champagne. “It’ll be quite the glorious thing, and no reporters here to tell the tale means that our beloved king and his precious ego will be saved from embarrassment.”

“He’ll do more than faint,” Zoya said. “He’s never cried a day in his life, I’m sure, but he will. He’ll be crying tears of joy. Men are astonished by beauty, and you look ravishing, so it’s practically par for the course.”

You took a sip of your champagne as Genya announced that she was done with your hair, peeking out from behind the tree that you’d stood behind, one far enough away from guests and Nikolai to avoid being heard or seen.

“The king has descended down the aisle,” she said. “Oh, he is going to lose it. I’m so excited!”

You finished off your champagne as Genya and David walked down the aisle, followed by Zoya with Tolya, Alina and Mal, Tamar and Nadia together.

You watched, head ducked out from the spot where you stood, as David whispered something to Nikolai and his eyes promptly closed, anticipatory grin spreading across his face. You scoffed, grin coming to yours as well.

Of course David had listened to Genyas suggestion that he ask Nikolai to close his eyes so as to not see you until you’d walked down the aisle. Photographers were around, and she probably thought it would make for an interesting set of photos. David, as her husband, would’ve agreed, as would you have, as you knew she was probably right.

Your father walked you down the aisle, and when you reached out, resting either of your arms on Nikolais shoulders and allowing your hands to entwine themselves behind his neck, his eyes opened.

He looked shocked in one moment, mesmerized in the next.

“You look--” Nikolai began, cutting himself off. He laughed after a moment. “It seems I am unable to find the words. You look indescribably beautiful.”

You grinned. “You clean up nicely, Mr. Lantsov.”

“The same can be said of you, soon to be Mrs.”

You grinned, rolled your eyes, as the officiant began.

“We are gathered here today for the union of his majesty the king, Nikolai Lantsov, and her majesty the Queen, Y/N L/N,” you’d gotten that part sorted in the weeks prior. You’d been declared queen before the wedding at a small coronation that the public was only made aware of in the days after it’d occurred, so as to pretty much just get the process out of the way.

“It is my belief that the couple has written their own vows?” You both glanced at the officiant, giving him a slight nod. “Well then, King Nikolai, I’ll allow you to read yours first.”

Nikolai shot you a smirk, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him lovingly. He’d always been the flirtatious type, and you considered it luck that those flirts had always seemed to be tossed in your direction.

Nikolai wasn’t just a flirt, though. He was a caring, compassionate, smart and wonderful guy. He was someone you’d met while serving your time in the First Army, someone who you’d seen act in the bravest manner and only in the interest of saving the lives of those around him. He’d managed to sweep you off your feet somewhere in all of the noise, and when he became Sturmhond, you joined him once you’d convinced your commander to release you on honorable discharge so that you could.

As you stood in front of him, arms around his shoulders, you found that you didn’t regret it. Not a minute.

“I have loved you since we worked in the infantry department together,” Nikolai said. “I fell in love with you whilst we were in the ranks of the First Army, and, eight years after I joined up, I can say that I have not felt regret over it for a moment. I love you more than words can express, really, and I’m looking forward to proving it to you with my actions. I cannot wait to get to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of my life.”

He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, and you realized that Zoya may have been right. Nikolai may actually have started crying, or have gotten closer to it.

“Forever has always felt like such a long time,” Nikolai continued. “It still does, usually, but it’s time that I get to spend with you at my side, so I can’t wait for our forever to start.”

The officiant grinned. “Y/N, you may read your vows in response.”

“I love you,” you began. “I used to think that I would never get so lucky as I have. I was sent into the First Army, and as most do, I figured I was doomed. I’m delighted that I wasn’t, and though the First Army, the mandatory service, is not something that I look back on fondly, I’m glad I met you from it. I’m glad that I’ve spent almost a decade at your side, and I’m looking forward to all the decades to come.”

“I’m looking forward to coffee on Sundays, to watching the sun go down and drinking kvas as we talk about how lucky we both feel, and I am really excited that I get to be married to you for our eternity. I have loved you as long as I have known you, and I am looking forward to getting to spend the rest of my days loving you even still.”

The rings were brought out, and you noticed a tear slip down Nikolais cheek as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You slipped his ring onto his, wiped the tear away and gave him a grin as you registered that you were close to crying as well.

It was your wedding, though. One of the happiest days of your life. People would forgive you if you cried a bit.

“Nikolai Lantsov, do you promise to love Y/N L/N for the rest of your days, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor?”

“I do,” Nikolai looked at you, and you looked at him, and all that either of you noticed in that moment was the sheer love in the other persons gaze.

“Y/N L/N, do you promise to love Nikolai Lantsov for the rest of your days, in sickness and in health, in rich and in poor?”

“I do.”

“Well then, the bride and groom may kiss to seal this union,” the officiant said.

And so, you did, a tear slipping down your cheek as Nikolais lips were on yours and you were officially his wife, he was officially your husband. You were so happy, it was more than words could ever accurately describe.

Nikolai pulled away, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, and just like that, the party had started, the violins picking up with an old Ravkan dancing tune.

You spent the night dancing, laughing, drinking and enjoying the night for all that it was. You were married to the love of your life, and you were sure you would be so happy as you’d been that day for the rest of the days in which you graced the earth.

When all the guests had left, most of them retiring into their rooms after midnight, when all of the celebrations had been had, the good wine and kvas drank, the dancing done, you were still out there.

It was a group of people, actually. It’d been you, Nikolai, Genya, David, Tolya, Tamar, Nadia, Zoya, Alina and Mal. The violinist was still playing because they’d not yet retired to their own room. They were playing a slow song, and like it was habitual, you all paired off and danced.

Nikolai held you close, arms around your waist where yours were resting on either of his shoulders. You were dancing under the tree where you’d gotten married, and the lights were still on. As you registered the flit of a camera, knowing that the photographers had long gone home, you scoffed.

“Need something for the photo album, Tolya?”

“A few somethings,” he said. “These’ll look good framed, and Zoya most certainly agrees with me.”

“She does,” Zoya piped up. “As does Genya, who anticipated this happening and thought that the disposable was a good idea. You’re welcome, lovebirds.”

You and Nikolai laughed. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’re glad that you finally tied the knot, Nik,” Tamar said. “Seriously. Tolya and Nadia were beginning to debate placing bets.”

“Who would’ve won?”

“Me,” Tolya said. “A good man does not wait for the perfect time, in accordance to my sonnets. He either creates it or finds it in a day that is seemingly mundane.”

You scoffed. “It was not mundane, Yul-Bataar. He proposed to me when the sun was setting. We were by the lakes.”

“Mundane enough,” Nikolai said. “And perfect enough, after having tried to find the right time for three years.”

“You took my point, you took my compliment, and you unraveled it,” Tolya said, scoffing. “You’re a drunken buffoon.”

“I’m not drunk,” Nikolai said. “I’ve been too busy dancing with my wife to bother with it.”

“Ah, so you’re just a buffoon, then?” Genya asked. “Makes sense.”

Nikolai scoffed, meeting your gaze. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you said. “It’s getting late, and cold. Let’s head back inside.”

“Early start tomorrow,” David said.

“I will have Tamar cut my tongue out with one of her beloved axes before I rise at any time within the three hours after sunrise tomorrow morning,” Nikolai said as the group began the walk back. You heard the violin music stop, the violinist packing up as you left.

You grinned as you took Nikolais hand and interlaced your fingers.

You’d married the love of your life. You were so happy in what was just the start of your forever with him, and he was so happy in the start of his eternity with you.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x fem! reader

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byghostface · 4 days

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"As a damijon shipper—"

Shhhh no one needs to hear that, let alone your opinions on Flatline/Nika with your biased ship stand point

Some of you really love to bring your ship up and insert yourself into the scene and act like we should applaud you for your deed and making peace like nothing happened

Sorry I don’t have faith in damijon shippers anymore after all these months of Nika coming back in Batman and Robin, and all of the weird/misogyny shit are start by damijon ppl in Flatline's tags, acting so nice to include her in your fiction but in the end just tool her/throw her aside to prop up your faves. You guys seriously can’t leave her alone and having the nerve to say daminika shippers are so mean.

And proshippers should shut the fuck up about her like forever💥

#flatline #nika #daminika #dc comics #annoying acting coy weirdos can’t stop for more than a few weeks to complaint/making sly statements in flatline’s tags #in three days for the new batman and robin issue for this tomfoolery

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sunnydreams17 · 1 month

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(( Part 7 of Hannibal: A Heart That Bleeds Gold

It was so peaceful..... for once in his life Will felt as if he could stay in this state forever. Everything was dark, he couldn't see a thing in front of him at all. He felt as if he was floating in a world he never knew was real....yet it felt so familiar.

That's when Will saw something move in the dark and then it got closer and closer till he saw a younger version of himself. It was that poor little boy all those years ago. That little boy with no family, no life, and no hope.

" I'm sorry"

The young Will said softly as he looked down " I'm so sorry for leaving.... I didn't mean to...I've never meant to! I just wanted to go see the world? Just a little! Even from the window.... please, give me one more chance! I'll do better! I'll give you what you want! You wanna be like...like a God? Right? I'll do it! I'll look deep inside! And I'll make you one! "

Will stumbled back confused at the words of his younger self. That's when it hit him...this boy wasn't talking to him.

Will remembered this moment and he knew who would be behind him. Will step to the side and glanced to where his younger self was shouting at and saw James " ....this is a... dream? A flashback? " Will said softly

" I went to where you told me! I saw the spirits! I was so close to speaking with God! Yet he was so so so far" the younger Will cried out " but I'll try again! I'll make you proud!....w....we can....we can be a family..... you said you'll be my papa if I did what you wanted! I'm doing it! So...so you'll be my papa? Yes? Even if I mess up?"

" are you done speaking? " James voice was cold and his face showed no emotion. " you really think I want to be family with someone like you? A curse? You can't even do anything right yet you wish to be my son? You go against my orders....you go to the window when I've told you many times don't go to it" James walked over to younger Will and toward over him" little boys like you need to be taught lessons.... I know~ that little friend of yours yes? Let me go speak to him"

" NO NO NOT ALEX " this time it wasn't younger Will that said that.... no it was the older Will " please... James " Will reached out for James but stopped half way when he saw his younger self and James turn to him and say

" you're not supposed to be here "

And then that's when Will felt a slam of life go into his body and he jolted up in bed gasping loudly. His heart going crazy as he grabbed at his blanket.

" Will!? " hurried steps came up to a door before it was almost slammed open. Hannibal rushed in going right to Will " Will calm down " he reached for the other and gentle touched his cheek " hush....shhhh " he pulled Will into an embrace and runs his fingers through Will brown curly hair " you're safe now.... I promise you you're safe "

Will didn't even know how to respond to this at all. Though, his body physically started to calm down as he leans against Hannibal. Wills head rested against Hannibals chest as he takes deep breaths " .... sorry" he whispers and closed his eyes " sorry I didn't mean to....to just act up like that " he pushed away from Hannibal gently " where are we? " Will looked around the room confused, till he saw a window. I mean after the dream he had he probably didn't even want to go to a window but Will did. He got up and walked towards it hearing the familiar sounds of chickens screaming about, children running to school, people shouting out prices for their goods, and those damn church bells

" were....in Luna? " Will whispers as he looked out the window in shock. That's when it hit him.... he had ran to the village to find something out... to see if James was alive and he was " what happened?

" Will you shouldn't get out of bed just yet" Hannibal said yet he sat on the bed smiling softly as he admired Will.... there was something attractive about Will being distressed and confused " I would also like an answer to that question as well. You just passed out right in the middle of the road. You were near a church " Hannibal takes out his watch " there was a man.... I think a priest " he taps the watch gently with his finger " he said your name.... he was going to take you into the church but I stopped him and said you are under my protection"

Hannibal gets off of the bed walking to Will " and that I can't let you out my sight, not even for a small second " he brushed his hand against Will and gentle pulls Will away from the window

" so why didn't you take me back to the kingdom? Why did you stay here? " Will asked and moves his hand from Hannibal as he takes a step back

" well because the priest asked if we could have dinner with him tonight " Hannibal smiled and allowed Will to get his space....at least for now " and you did run here so that means you wanted to stay here....you know it's very weird that you know this village is here. Not many golds know of this village at all...actually, this village is on no maps or anything so how did you know it was here? "

Now Will was taken back with fear and worry. Fear because the priest asked for dinner with them and worry because Hannibal was getting onto him " I could ask the same for you.... how do you know of this village? You're acting like you've known of this village more then I have "

" oh my dear Will~ I know of this village because I'm a commander sweetie " Hannibal hums softly " now, how do you know of this village? You're just a profiler~ how does a profiler know so much about the outside world~

" stop it.... just leave me alone! I just...I had a feeling there was something around the area and I followed my instinct" Will turns away annoyed now by everything. Who the hell did Hannibal think he was!? The damn king!? " maybe you should just stick your nose somewhere else and leave me out of whatever you're thinking I've done " Will marched towards the bedroom door pissed off till he felt Hannibals hands icy cold on his skin.

Will stumbled back when he got yanked by the arm and his back slams right into Hannibals chest. " what the hell do you think you're doing!? LEAVE ME ALONE

" you've lied to me so many times in just this conversation alone~ and I've warned you already about how I hate when people lie to me" Hannibal tightens his grip against Will and gently brushed his lips against Wills ear " naughty boys needs to be punished~ " he bits Will ear " but I hate breaking things I like~

" what?" Will felt a shiver go through his whole body at the feeling of Hannibals touch " let me go! I'm done with this shit! You think you can just get away doing this to me!? " Wills eyes widen when he got bit lucky for him it wasn't enough to get blood to leak

" doing what? Disciplining a man that lies? "

Will rolled his eyes at that statement" and what have I lied about to you? Mr. Saint" he growled

Hannibal chuckled softly and sighs " about this village~ about most of everything really~ it's funny that you say you just felt like there was something here because it's so hard to get to this village. Our kingdom works hard to keep this village a secret and only the reds that live here know the path to get in~ yet someone like you~ thats never supposedly left the kingdom and went outside its walls till now has found it so fast~ my dear Will~ no more lies~ " he hugs Will softly taking in his scent and God was it intoxicating " when you slammed onto the floor there was blood"

Will felt his heart stop for a second and the more Hannibal spoke the more he felt sick. Will only gave up when Hannibal said there was blood. Will knees buckled under him and thank God Hannibal was there to hold him up " ....blood? .... that could have been from an animal"

" no need to call yourself an animal Will" Hannibal gently picks Will up and carried him to the bed " That beautiful red blood came right from your head " he placed Will down on the bed and leans in close " I won't tell a soul~ rest up... tonight we have a dinner with the priest" and with that Hannibal left

And Will sat on that bed so many new fears going through him. Though, one thing went through Wills head out of everything. With the amount of times his been close to Hannibal.

" I've not heard a single heartbeat come from that man"

#hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #murder husbands #fanfic #jack crawford #nbc hannibal

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