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fanficsrusz · 3 years

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I WANT TO KI__ YOU - FINAL CHAPTER

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-Con, Non-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Being Restrained, Breeding, murder, everything bad.

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Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Summery: After failing to fulfill his contract, John takes a liking to y/n and his liking soon turns into a dark obsession

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A/n: After a billion years, a billion mental breakdowns and just about everything else, I have finally mustered up the courage to finish this series. I don't know how to feel.

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The taste of his lips was something that she should hate. It's something that she should crave to loaf. But even after everything he put her through, he was the sweetest poison.

John was like an elegantly bound book but in a language she couldn't read. Y/n never thought she would love all the bad things about someone but there she stood, staring out into the openness of the forest through the front door.

The door was there as if her dream had become solid, as if it had grown upon the hinges and blossomed into a comforting hue. An exit. A way out of the nightmare she found herself in. In all the time she had been trapped in the house, the door had remained a mystery to her. Not that she didn't know what laid beyond it, but the idea of what she would do when she saw the day it was held open for that long.

She realised in the air that had been so still on the previous days had suddenly gained a slight movement, as if it had discovered its direction yet was content to meander at its own pace. The autumn breeze that carried fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. Newly chilled air that moved the clouds, streaks of brilliance breaking through from a patient sun.

Y/n let her eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of nothing, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her brain process what laid ahead.

John came behind, his lips grazing her hair as he pressed a chaste kiss upon her head.

"I need an answer."

His voice came as a whisper but had a firmness to it as he waited for their fate to be sealed.

Choices were rarely a fork of two pathways, yet with eyes a little wider open, many pathways appeared before her. The right path for one person can be different from another and only the inner compass of love and passion could illuminate it for that soul to walk upon.

"I-" her lips parted, the single syllable falling from her mouth before she stopped. Her eyes clenched shut, images of her past life flashing through her mind, her heart thumping as the emotions of what she had lost pumped through her.

Before she could even register her own existence in her new life, her feet had pulled her from John's hold.

She could feel her heartbeat… every single pound in her chest. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. She could hear it, she could feel it. It remained steady with every step she took closer to the door, it remained through what little breaths she could shove down her throat. It remained when she stood and swayed at the threshold. That dark beating remained, as she waited for her own choice to take hold of her body.

With a shaky hand she took hold of the new wooden door, a sigh leaving her as she pushed the door shut, sealing her inside the house and sealing her fate with no other exit. Just like that any glimmer of escape faded away coldly into infinite darkness. Y/n's skin shuddered and she could feel her brain starting to defocus, searching for new hope. She should have gone … out there, to the forest where the paths ran in every direction and she could be free. But one thing and one thing alone stopped her.

Aurora.

John's hand creeped up her arm, offering her a caring touch.

"Thank you" he whispered, breath hot on the back of her neck.

"For what?" her voice came out hostile, sadness prominent in her tone.

"You chose me -" he smiled, "you chose us. You chose Aurora. You chose love." his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to his icy warmth. "I can't believe you finally recognised the importance of what we have. You've finally learnt to appreciate it all and that's all I ever wanted from you".

Sadness sat an inch below Y/n's face, eyes remaining dry, expression impassive. She knew that if she even let a fraction out that the rest would follow, a never ending torrent of grief. She moved nothing but her eyes, her mind racing while every muscle stayed rock still against John's hold.

"I just needed you to see it with your own eyes, to have you understand that this could be a wonderful life, that we can build a perfect, loving, family" John let his mind wander within the walls of his own fantasy.

"Just think about it. Think about all the good things we can do together here. We can be happy, we can enjoy each other as much as we want without having to worry about the world out there and all the bad things it brings -" he placed a heated kiss onto her skin, his teeth nipping lightly.

That warm, raspy voice that possessed his cords, sent nerves dancing up her spine. Normally his smile sent her mind into an uncontrolled, captivated spiral and his light touch lingered, it branded her soul with a simple mark: infatuation. To call it love would be a mockery of her heart, a symbol of her dying innocence. But every tempered word he spoke invaded her mind, like ivy tendrils seeking any point of weakness to enter; they wrapped her body in a blanket of comfort and consumed her soul in the heat of lust.

Y/n remembered that night John took her in a soft, painful haze. It was the night that taught her the difference between love and infatuation. Love is unconditional, eternal... Infatuation? It dies.

Y/n had become infatuated with John to some degree. The sense of protection that he provided was something that she had never known. What else did she have other than John? But Aurora? She deserved better. Y/n loved her more than anything and she wasn't about to let her daughter live in four walls. Captive. Her beauty hidden away from the world.

That wasn't a life she wanted for her.

"-I only needed to know that you were convinced, that you had it in your heart" John continued, his lips peppering her skin with soft kisses.

"well now you know" y/n whispered, eyes still glued to the closed door.

"You know-" John gently turned her body, forcing her to look at him as his soft brown eyes studied her features for a moment, "-keeping you chained in that basement for the rest of your life was a possibility but that wasn't enough for me"

Y/n felt the pad of his thumb rub against the wet skin of her cheek, rubbing away a few tears that had managed to quietly escape their fortress.

"I wanted you to be here with me, so you could enjoy this life of ours without being kept like an animal." his eyes softened, eyebrows dipping kindly. "It was all necessary at first. Just a training process and I only kept you like that because you needed it"

Y/n knew it was wrong what he did. But why did it hurt to know what she would do?

"I understand" she whispered, her own hands wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. With a deep breath she took note of all the musky sweet notes of his scents. John rested his head on top of hers, his smile uncontrollable.

"it was like the medicine you needed to take" John let out a small laugh as he thought back. "you were this small little disobedient puppy. It was cute honestly but it was just something you needed to go through to get stronger. And now look at you!" he pulled back, holding her at arms length so be count admire her perfect face. "you're so beautiful and So loyal"

John kissed the droplets of tears from her lips, and she felt his lips smile against hers. He swept her hair aside and kissed her just over the collarbone. He nibbled at her ear, and then sank himself into her arms. She hung her fingers on his waistband, dragging him closer and he buried his face in her shoulder curve, his hands flexing around her back. John gave a reduced groan before whispering “I love you,” into her hair.

"So do I" she mustered back.

"I can't believe you finally see me for what I really am. Your family. Your soulmate. Your world. Of course that world includes Aurora. Her future brothers and sisters. We will have all we need right here" he placed another kiss onto her forehead. "we can build something new, something perfect and you are the one who made it all possible. You - you have no idea how special you are to me my love."

John stepped back, extending his hand for her to take and Y/n slowly took it into hers.

"I will never let you go. No matter what happens, I will always find you."

Three days later

The perfect life for the perfect wife. That's what Y/n told herself daily, over and over.

Y/n had been baking for a few hours and as the moments passed, tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of cookies, buns and breads grew. It was the same as mess, only the good sort she supposed, the edible sort that made people happy. That would make her happy.

Aurora sat in her highchair, cooing softly as Y/n plated a few cookies and turned slowly, smiling as she watched her daughter stare up at her.

She placed the plate on that table and kissed Aurora on the forehead.

"No matter what happens. I love you" she breathed heavily and pulled back when she heard John step into the kitchen.

"Good morning" Y/n smiled, wiping some of the drool from Aurora's face.

John rounded the table and kissed y/n on the cheek before kissing Aurora's head.

"Good morning my loves".

For a moment there was silence in the large room and y/n shifted on her feet.

"What are you going to do today?" John finally asked, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water.

Y/n shook her head slowly.

"I don't know. Maybe clean. Play with Aurora. I baked some cookies already" John's eyes lit up as he walked over to the table, smiling as he picked up a warm cookie.

"You made these?" he asked and y/n only hummed.

"Mhmm"

John kissed her cheek and Y/n savoured the feeling of his lingering touch before she turned around to face him.

"Try it. Tell me how it is".

John smirked before lifting the cookie to her mouth.

"oh no. I've already eaten so many of them. I made them specially for you"

"Such a good wife" John smiled. The cookie skimmed his lips before he shoved it into his mouth, letting the buttery goodness explode against his tongue.

"Wow" he exclaimed, "This is really good". Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him eat a second cookie without hesitation.

"Good. I'm glad you like them".

John lifted his glass of water to his lips before he felt something wash over him. Something he hadn't felt… Ever.

His hand extended towards Y/n as he tried to grab her, reaching out for support but she only pulled away, the smile she wore still on her face as she watched him intently.

John breathed heavily but the air just wouldn't go in, like his lungs were surrounded by metal bands. Next came the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, like the air around him was devoid of oxygen. His ribs heaved up and down but no benefit came.

"Y.. Y/n…" his wheezing voice called out to her but she only stepped back.

The poison was made to mimic an efficient virus, to kill the host fast. A few drops here and there and the decay set in, a sort of race to the bottom. The best part? She didn't even know what it was. She just read the bottle that John had stashed away and shoved it into the batter. If there was one thing she learnt from her mother was that love was the best blindfold for any plan.

Y/n picked up Aurora, cradling her in her arms as she watched John gasp for breath. In his glassy eyes that stared up at her, she saw her reflection and she saw that what she was doing was the right thing.

"You were and always have been a - monster" the words seemed to burn her tongue but she ignored the pain it caused. "You will never be able to find me or her again. Goodbye John"

As the blackness finally began to consume him once and for all, he watched as his love pulled open the front door, her shadowy figure slowly fading into the darkness as he also did.

3 months later.

"Thank you, detective" y/n pushed the papers into her handbag before placing the bag back onto that handle of the pram. Aurora laid asleep in her arms and y/n slowly stood up.

"No worries" the detective smiled kindly before reaching out over the table, stopping y/n from moving any more. "-and just so you know, I'm sorry. I know there isn't anything I can say that can fix everything that happened to you but You're safe now. We won't let anything else happen." y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on top of his reassuringly.

"It's okay. You searched and you couldn't find me. There isn't anything anyone could have done. He… Was different. He was smart".

The detective shook his head and pulled his hand away, burying them in piles of paper.

"he was a monster for what he did".

Y/n felt the tears well in the back of her eyes as she felt her throat turn dry.

"I-" before she could even think of anything to say, Aurora began to cry and y/n laughed, shaking the pain of her aching heart away. "-I should really get her home".

"Of course". He led y/n to the door, holding it open for her as they began to proceed down the corridor.

"There's still quite a few reporters out there so it's best you take the back exit. Officer Hughes will swing by your place later on to check in"

"Oh. Terry? He doesn't have to. He's been doing that everyday for the past three months -"

"Nonsense. It's the least we could do".

Y/n smiled and looked down at her watch.

"Thank you so much detective. I'll see you later"

"see ya".

Y/n left the building and sighed as she heard the loud noise of the city and wind around her, the warm sun warming her body just as the first few drops of rain fell from the sky.

"Let's get you home" she whispered to her daughter, pushing the pram towards home.

The cafe that y/n lived above laid ahead, just around the corner and y/n couldn't wait to get her feet up. It's royal blue paint glistening under the closed sky was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She could just about see the large sign, decorated with droplets of water that hung on like glistening jewels. "Gloria's."

Outside the sidewalk that would bustle in a few short hours was quiet, the concrete oblivious to whether it was midday or midnight. Y/n’s face smirked upward at the sight of the flower planter to the right, the city has put in new blooms that will give flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the springtime. If she stopped walking right now she could almost hear the heartbeat of the city, quiet, like the ticking of an old Grandfather clock.

Her mind was too preoccupied with the world around her and y/n didn't notice the figure that hid under the umbrella that she nearly ran over.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" y/n exclaimed, extending her hand to steady the person. Y/n waited patiently for the person's response, waiting to make sure she didn't hurt them.

Then she heard it, the dark, low chuckle that made her spine tingle.

"You're just as polite as the first time, Princess"

The end.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!S/O (NSFW Scenario)[Part 2]

Summary: After years of planning out how to get and keep (Y/n) for himself, Kyōjurō finally gives in to his baser instincts and lets the yandere inside him take over. He’d expected her to run away from him, yet he was in for a big surprise when she was more than willing to be consumed by him. Heart, body, and soul; his eternal captive.

Warnings: Smut, Yandere Kyōjurō, D/s Themes, Possessive Kyō, Language, Teasing, Blowjob, Bondage, Cum Swallowing, Deep Throating/Throat Fucking, Ball Sucking, Dub Con/Non Con, Implications of Violence, Mentions of Blood

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A hateful glare bored into a haunting pair of demonic eyes, narrowing even further as helplessness crept into every inch of the demon’s body as he knelt on the floor. No one would have believed him had he said that a mere human’s eyes could turn so dangerous— like how the man’s red tinged irises in front of him had become.

“Have we come to an agreement, demon?” Kyōjurō’s chilly voice washed over the bound demon at his feet, making the said creature subconsciously cower in on himself; if only to avoid the tip of the sword that was trained at his neck.

“Ye- yes.” The demon’s quiet whimper of an answer was enough to have the Flame Hashira smiling as he sheathed his sword.

“If there are any casualties, or any serious injuries… especially to the eldest daughter of the house,” He shook his head then, the smile on his face turning into a scowl while the warning in his eyes flared even brighter. “I will make sure your death is long and painful.”

And with their agreement in place, Kyōjurō stepped away from the demon and while giving the other man’s arm a light kick with his right foot.

“Go.”

He knew that what he was doing wasn’t right, or befitting of a man of his position— whom had sworn to protect humans— but it was the most foolproof plan that he had to make sure that he got to keep (Y/n) in the end.

No matter what it took.

***

The cacophony of screams and pleas cut through the dream that was playing in (Y/n)’s mind. She shot upright from her bed, when the blood curdling screeches, as well as the chilling sound of claws scratching against wood, wiped any and every trace of sleep from her body.

Immediately, she scrambled up onto her feet— bypassing the slippers at the foot of her bed, as she grabbed the tantō that she kept in her bedside drawer.

Fear was slowly starting to consume her, making her hands shake as she unsheathed the weapon and held it in her right hand— poised to defend herself if needed.

And, with one deep breath, she set out to explore the house. Only to see the wreckage just outside of her room; doors ripped free from their hinges—as if they were nothing more than flimsy paper— and blood splattered all over the walls.

(Y/n) thought that she was brave before, yet the shakiness in her hands— as well as the definite blanking out of her mind— proved that she was not as tough as she pretended to be.

Despite her fears, however, those fiery eyes appeared in her mind’s eye; causing a chill to run down her spine, even as she held her weapon higher.

Instantly, she pushed the thought of those eyes away. She didn’t need to see them now, all because the man who owned them was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. He was only a recurring dream.

No man could have snuck into her room in the dead of the night; there was simply no explanation for it. Had he been real, there should have also been marks that would have been left by the ropes he’d used on her, yet there were none.

She was sure of it, as she had spent an hour staring at her ankles and wrists when she woke up. So, she had deduced what had happened the past week as nothing more than a vivid dream.

The sound of another blood curdling scream pierced the night air, prompting (Y/n) to snap out of her reverie and go padding down the wrecked hallways; following the whimpers and sobs that came after the cry that was definitely from her mother.

Her heart pounded so heavily in her chest, almost making her breathless with worry— while her brain quickly rifled through all of the possible scenarios. She couldn’t help but think of the worst, because the condition of her own surroundings brought forth the darkest of assumptions from her.

Finally, though, she reached the room where the sobs were coming from; and in the far corner she saw her father holding her younger brother, as well as her mother. However, it wasn’t only them that was present within the carnage.

There, stood in the middle of the trashed room— which used to be their main tea room— stood a man possessing vibrant blond hair with red tips that was tied back; the same shade of hair as that man.

At that very moment, her heart began beating faster for an entirely different reason. Because, right there, standing with his back to her with a bloody sword in his hand, was the same man from her dream.

Laid at his feet were the remains of a body which was slowly smoldering away; turning into ashes and floating into nothingness. Still, her attention was solely on the blond stranger.

(Y/n) couldn’t turn her attention away from him, even if she tried.

There really was no mistaking it, especially when he turned around and regarded her with a handsome— yet terrifying— smile.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She couldn’t help but flinch at that, as well as raise the tantō that she still gripped tightly in her right hand. Because he might have been the same man from her dreams, but she didn’t know him at all; nor did she know what his intentions were.

So it was best for her to be on guard.

Yet, the more that he stepped towards her, the more that she felt her body giving into his placating gesture: one hand raised up to his chest, while his other one sheathed his sword.

The young woman’s eyes darted between the fiery pair that belonged to the stranger, then flitted over to her family— whom were shakily beginning to get up from the corner of the room. They were fine, save for a few scratches, which relieved her immensely.

Still, she considered the man in front of her as a threat.

“S-Stay back,” (Y/n) managed to squeak out, despite the lump that was lodged inside her throat. “Don’t come any closer.”

Kyōjurō had to admit that he was upset at the turn of events, but he pushed down the irritation and offense that he felt at his beloved’s defensiveness. “Lower your weapon, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“It’s true, (Y/n). He saved us,” The (L/n) patriarch croaked out from where he was eyeing the situation warily. He didn’t want his daughter to get hurt by the blond man, as the aforementioned stranger radiated nothing but power and danger from his very skin.

Once more, her eyes darted over to her family, which was her biggest mistake— as the Flame Hashira took her momentary distraction as his chance to close the distance between them. In two big strides, he was already upon her— gripping her weapon wielding hand by the wrist, and gently lowering it to her side.

“I’m never going to hurt you, sweetheart.” Kyōjurō couldn’t resist then; he lifted his right hand up to her face and traced the outline of her cheek with his fingertips, smiling even more at the sense of familiarity that shone in (Y/n)’s eyes. “Good girl.”

***

No matter how hard (Y/n) tried, her heart still wouldn’t stop beating frantically inside her chest. Even the trepidation that bubbled up within her wouldn’t dissipate, despite the pristinely quiet air that surrounded her in her new room.

Thankfully, only one wing of their mansion was damaged by the demon attack, and no one was seriously injured from it; merely a few cuts and scratches, but nothing that warranted a visit from the family doctor. The downside, however, was that it afforded them the ability to accommodate their family’s ‘savior’— as her parents had called Rengoku Kyōjurō.

She was happy that she finally had a name for the face, yet she couldn’t shake the warring feelings inside her. Part of her wanted to fight him tooth and nail, but another— much scarier— part of her wanted nothing but to submit to him.

Everything that she was, and everything that she will be… she wanted to give it to him. Like a pet with its master.

And with that unsettling thought ringing inside her head, she closed her eyes and willed her mind into emptiness— forcibly screwing her eyes shut and praying for sleep to come to her sooner.

It was all she could do to try and escape from him. At least for the moment, because she had to get her rest; if she was going to have to see him in the morning for a celebratory breakfast.

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When she opened her eyes, however, it wasn’t to a bright and beautiful morning— like she had expected. Yet everything still looked so surreal, that she knew that she had to be dreaming.

There was no way that the man from earlier— Kyōjurō— was smiling down at her at that very moment. She had left him in his room, and there had been footmen stationed just outside of her room, as a precaution; in case their guest didn’t have such pure intentions in the first place.

She tried to look around the room, only to have Kyōjurō’s fingers grip her chin and hold her gaze steadily at him. “Eyes on me, my love. I deserve it, after all.”

His voice was still saccharine sweet; practically dripping with honey that had her getting a little wet, what with how seductive it was. And when she caught sight of his hand moving from the corner of her eye, she lowered her gaze to where it was— making her eyes widen and her cheeks flush a warm and vibrant red.

Because, right there, within his hand, was his rigid cock. It was thick, veiny, and ended up with a little curve towards the end— and it had her mouth watering for it; needing to taste him on her tongue. Especially when she caught sight of the pre-cum glistening at his tip.

She had never done it with anyone before, had never even had sex— aside from the vivid dreams she had— yet she always found herself fantasizing about it. And the more that she thought about it, the more that she realized that her fantasies didn’t revolve around faceless men, but always with the blond man in front of her.

The realization had her eyes widening, as she also tried to push herself upright— yet the moment that she moved her arms, it was only then that it dawned on her that she couldn’t pull her arms apart, as they were bound together with a white belt.

The same belt that had been around Kyōjurō’s waist when she last saw him.

Her panic must have been evident on her face, since the aforementioned man let go of her chin in favor of cupping the right side of her face; all while letting his thumb gently press down on her bottom lip. “I’m not going to hurt you, my sweet flame. I’m only here to… collect one of my rewards.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer then, merely sat up on his haunches and brought the tip of his cock to her lips. His pre-cum smeared against her bottom lip, which Kyōjurō couldn’t help but grin at.

“Absolutely beautiful.”

Slowly, his thumb dragged (Y/n)’s bottom lip down— opening her mouth up to him; which the young woman found herself giving in to. Seamlessly, she followed his lead, even opening her mouth wider as he touched his dick to the flat of her tongue.

And instantly, she was hit with the salty taste of his pre-cum, the bitter aftertaste almost made her want to balk, yet she pushed past the unpleasantness and focused on looking back up into Kyōjurō’s eyes.

He wanted to melt on the spot then and there, because the innocent look on her eyes was too much to handle, especially when she paired it with the way that she opened her mouth further and poked her tongue out to shyly lick at his tip.

Kyōjurō tried to hold himself back— he really did— yet the alluring call of her warm mouth was too much of a temptation to even resist. And he found himself moving his left hand up to her hair, gripping the strands lightly as he pushed more and more of his length into (Y/n)’s wet mouth.

Her teeth had brushed against his skin, yet he remedied that immediately by tapping the side of her face with his right hand. “Wider, and wrap your lips around your teeth.”

Even as the words left his mouth though, he kept pushing deeper and deeper inside her, until he hit the back of her throat and made her gag around him.

“Such a good girl,” The Hashira’s words fell on (Y/n)’s eager ears, secretly spurring her further as she tried to ignore her gag reflex; breathing through it, despite the tears pricking her eyes. And when she saw his eyes flutter shut as he began lightly thrusting into her mouth, she felt all colors of aroused because of him.

Just seeing himself enjoying her mouth had her wanting to please him even further; and, unlike in her other dreams, she found herself growing much more eager for his attention. She especially loved it when he began muttering all sorts of praise for her.

It fed something inside her that she had desperately tried to bury; a secret need that she had always tried to ignore, and one that he was slowly fulfilling with every honey-laden word that fell from his lips.

Before long, (Y/n) had already gotten past her initial instinct to gag; instead opening her mouth further and letting Kyōjurō fuck her throat despite the tears that pooled in her eyes.

“Such an amazing mouth,” The Flame Hashira whispered with a moan, eyes still screwed shut as he lost himself to the heady pleasure of his beloved’s warm mouth. “On my pretty girl.”

At that point, (Y/n) willingly allowed him to guide her head in time with his thrusts; wanting nothing more than to reach between her legs to play with herself— but somewhere along the way, Kyōjurō had turned her on to her side, so she was leaning on her left elbow just to pleasure him.

It was straining her neck and back, yet she couldn’t care less as he kept reaping pleasure from her. His moans were like a heady drug; a symphony that she wanted to listen to all night, especially when he would hold her still when he bottomed out inside her throat; lightly choking her on his dick.

She didn’t know how long had passed, but she found herself wishing that the night would drag on— so she can stay even longer in her fantasy.

However, she was shaken from her lust-riddled stupor when the Hashira pulled his length from her mouth; fisting it in his right hand and pumping it rapidly, all while he guided his balls up to her lips.

(Y/n) looked up at him once more, flushing under his intense gaze as he waited for her to do his silent command. And slowly, she latched her lips onto one sac and teased the skin with her tongue; completely shameless as she lost herself to the headiness of his moans and groans, especially partnered with the wet sounds of him jerking his glistening length.

“I’m so close, my love, keep sucking like that,” The young man urged, groaning even louder when (Y/n) moved on to his other sac, while maneuvering her bound hands to fondle the recently-freed one. “Fuck. You’re so amazing. Just like that.”

The hand that Kyōjurō had around his cock began moving at an even faster pace, as his hips jerked involuntarily with the approach of his imminent orgasm. He tried to delay it for as long as he could, yet the urge to shoot his cum on her tongue and watch her swallow every last drop was a temptation that was too much to pass up on.

“Stick your tongue out.”

So, he found himself pulling her back with the hand that he had in her hair, aiming his slit right at her sinful mouth and blowing his load onto her tongue; spurting so much of his thick seed that some of it had missed and had begun dripping down her chin— and inevitably down her throat.

And as he came down from his high, he never once looked away from her.

“Now, swallow everything.” With that command, (Y/n) closed her parted lips and swallowed all of Kyōjurō’s seed; holding back a cough as she was not used to the taste. Yet. “Good girl.”

His praise rang in the air like a beautiful chime of bells; so at odds with the heated and lustful look in his eyes as he collected all of the traces of his cum from her chin and throat, before smearing it all over her lips. Then, of her own accord, (Y/n) poked her tongue out and licked up all of his seed that was on her lips.

The sight itself was enough to have Kyōjurō’s cock twitching to life once more, but he knew that it still wasn’t time to fully take her. When he finally took her entirety, he wanted her to have nothing and no one else in her mind— and her heart— aside from him.

“I love you so much. So, so much, my pretty little pet.”

Note: I feel like I have to say that Kyō is a Yandere in this fic, which would explain why he isn’t acting like his usual self. So yeah, what’s going to happen isn’t something that he would do as canon Kyō. Also, (Y/n)’s ‘dreams’ really aren’t dreams. She just thinks that they are.

And Biz helped me out with the coming pet-master dynamic that Kyō and his lover are starting to breach. It’s essentially the start of Kyō’s possessiveness. So that dynamic was all because if her.

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chapter 17!

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 17/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. WARNINGS: nada. Well... Ali attempting comedy. I suppose that requires its own special warning lmao Notes: Loki's just so done lol

"I hate this plan, Thor."

"Yes, I heard you the first dozen times."

"This is the dumbest idea you could possibly have come up with!"

"We could always try Get Help."

"And use it on whom, pray tell?!"

"Thanos."

"Don't be an idiot." Privately, Loki thought he might as well be asking the Earth to cease its tireless spin, but he had to try.

Thor only smirked at him, the bastard. "Just keeping things in perspective. There's always room for a worse plan."

"...Thank you."

"What's Get Help?" Bucky didn't even glance up from the little device in his hand. Ever mindful of the terrain and unwilling to see him mess up his pretty face by falling on it, Loki was constantly moving things out of his distracted lover's path just before he tripped.

"Nothing, darling. Has Darcy sent you another?"

He grinned, holding the thing – Darcy swore it was a telephone when she gave it to him, though he'd yet to see it used for a single call – out for Loki to see. "She sent a video!"

Eira was on the screen, splashing about in a tub that appeared to contain more bubbles than water. She was having the time of her life, and both of her enamored parents couldn't help smiling like fools.

"I hate being away from her."

Loki winced, squeezing his shoulder lightly. "I know. Believe me, love, I know. But she isn't safe around these people. Better to leave her in Darcy's care until we can be sure she isn't in any danger."

"I still can't quite believe I'm a dad!" At the pure joy and wonder in his voice and on his beautiful face, his ancient lover smiled again. He still had a long way to go before he was truly recovered from what HYDRA had done to him, but it couldn't be denied that when he was happy, Bucky was the cutest damned thing.

"I still think you're overreacting," Thor grumbled as they stepped off the elevator at last. "These are good people. They'd never harm a little girl."

"Uh... Loki's not in chains. Why is Loki here and not in chains? Security!"

The God in question rolled his eyes. "Lovely to see you again, too, Stark."

Tony looked like he wasn't sure whether to laugh, vomit, or jump into one of his suits of armor. "What the hell is this, Point Break? You promised this psycho would be in a cell for the rest of eternity. And who's the weirdo staring at his phone?"

"...Bucky?!"

Thor stopped before he'd even truly begun to offer the explanation he didn't really have, mouth hanging open and one finger in the air. Confused, he and Loki watched silently as Steve Rogers practically flew across the room and Bucky slowly lifted his head, finally taking in his surroundings for the first time since they'd left New Mexico.

"Steve?" He grinned and pocketed the phone immediately to throw his arms around his friend. "Steve! Holy shit, it is you!"

"Who is Bucky?" Thor mumbled to Loki, getting an exasperated eye roll for his troubles.

He knew, of course; when they'd first met, the handsome young soldier had introduced himself as Bucky. Loki had simply refused to call him that. Still, prior knowledge or no, he couldn't resist having just a bit of fun with his brother, so he decided, in lieu of a proper explanation, to treat it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, just to hammer home how incredibly stupid Thor truly was. "I would imagine, given the context playing out before your clearly useless eyes, that it's a pet name for James. Derived from his middle name – Buchanan – if I had to guess. Honestly, Thor, how do you function?"

"Can someone please address the unfettered genocidal psychopath standing in my living room?"

Bucky flinched, moving back from Steve and giving Tony a slightly helpless look. "That was... I was under HYDRA's thumb, I was never a Nazi..."

"Not you, darling," Loki assured him stepping between the two newly thawed WWII veterans, and more importantly, between Bucky and the confused, wary Avengers. "He's referring to me."

"Wait, what?" Steve peered around him, trying unsuccessfully to catch his childhood friend's downcast gaze. "That's where you've been all this time? With HYDRA?"

"I didn't have a choice," he mumbled, face going red as he seemed to sink into himself.

"Quite literally," was Loki's frosty interjection. He pushed the soldier back when he got too close to his Sergeant and snapped, "If anyone wishes to interrogate or criticize him, I will happily transform you into something that cannot speak nor breathe."

"Just turn yourself into an elephant," Tony snapped. "Because you are the elephant in the room right now! Thor, explain to me why your insane adopted brother and his pet Nazi are in my home!"

"I was never a Nazi!"

"I've known Bucky all my life, Stark. There's no way he'd have joined up with those people."

"Nazis, HYDRA, what's the difference?!"

"Soldat?"

All eyes immediately turned to Natasha as she approached and finally got a good look at the man Loki was trying so hard to shield. Loki grimaced. "Oh. You."

Bucky flinched, looking as though she'd just slapped him. "Natalia, please don't call me that. It's Bucky, okay?"

"Sure, yeah." She laughed, launching herself at him. "And it's Natasha now."

Her arms over his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist were more than Loki could bear. When he noticed that Bucky was holding her up with both hands cupping her rear, he'd more than had enough. With a growl, he used magic to pry her loose and pin her to the ceiling. "That is quite enough, Agent Romanov. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make me tell you again."

"Put her down, Loki." Oh, great. There was Banner, eyes wide like a frightened rabbit, but approaching him nonetheless. "Before I let the other guy put you down again."

"Doctor Banner," he ground out as he slowly and more than a little reluctantly set the struggling spy down on the floor. "Delightful. Well, I see the gang's all here. Thor, this was your harebrained scheme, so why don't you clean up this mess?"

"Happily," Thor muttered, "if you'll stop making a bigger one."

"No promises. The next person to lay hands on James will be a smear of blood and innards on the wall."

"Loki, calm down." Hugging him from behind, Bucky murmured in his ear, "I'm not going anywhere."

Making no effort at all to prevent the Avengers from hearing him, Loki snapped, "I don't trust these people."

"For the record," Natasha pointed out, "we're not the ones who tried to blow up New York a week ago."

He smirked. "Nor am I, Agent Romanov. That was someone on your side, if you recall."

"The Chitauri?"

"Oh, that. I thought you were referring to the bomb." A little, dismissive shrug, and then, "Most of the damage to the city was still done by you lot. The Chitauri were mostly just...flying around."

"Also trying to kill people."

"Loki needs our help," Thor called out, just loud enough to drown out any further conversation. The Avengers all gaped at him as though he'd gone mad. It made Loki smile. "There was another force behind the attacks last week. Someone far worse was pulling Loki's strings-"

"Really, Thor, I'm not a puppet!"

"Unless you want to explain this yourself and hope any of them listen to a word that comes out of your weaselly mouth instead of simply killing you, sit down and shut up, brother."

"Marionette, anyway." When everyone turned to stare at him, Bucky blushed. "The-the ones with strings. That's marionettes, not puppets."

With a patient smile, Steve gently chided him, "Not really the time, Buck."

"...Right. Sorry. Continue not bothering to listen to each other. I'll be over here." Out came the phone, and Bucky was lost to them all as he scrolled through pictures of Eira again.

"What's with the phone?" Loki flinched and turned; he hadn't realized Barton was in the room until then. "Isn't he a little old to be sucked into that thing while we're all talking?"

"He's looking at photographs of their daughter," Thor told him with a dismissive wave of his hand, ignoring the death glare he received from Loki for it. "Now, if we can get back on-"

"...Their daughter?" Tony interrupted, stepping forward. "I'm sorry... Who's the other half of the 'they' in that equation?"

When Thor opened his mouth to explain, Loki grabbed his arm and squeezed hard enough to make him gasp. "I will kill you."

"And then they will kill you, and the world will end when there's no one to warn them about Thanos, and James and Eira will be left unprotected, likely to suffer horribly and die."

With a frustrated growl, Loki released him and, briefly, shifted to his female form. "I am, alright? Everyone's burning curiosity satisfied?" Shifting back, he took advantage of the stunned silence that had taken hold of the room and snapped, "There is a mad Titan with the ability to mind-control a God out there attempting to collect the most powerful artifacts in the universe, and while he declined to share the purpose of this venture with me during my captivity, I find myself seriously doubting that it involves giving everyone their own kitten. Now, can we focus, please?!"

Banner frowned. "Who did he mind-control?"

"How?!" He was beginning to get a stupidity-induced headache. Hands flying up in a wide gesture to the room at large, Loki looked at Thor and demanded, "How is it you think these people can possibly help?"

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THE QUEEN OF NOTHING (THE FOLK OF THE AIR #3) BY HOLLY BLACK – DID IT SURVIVE THE HYPE? (REVIEW)

This Review Will Contain Spoilers for The Cruel Prince and The Wicked King, but there will be NO SPOILERS for The Queen of Nothing. I’m not cruel.

Overall: 5/5 Stars Characters: 5/5 Setting: 5/5 Writing: 5/5 Plot and Themes: 5/5 Awesomeness Factor: 5/5 Review in a Nutshell: Listen, I’m trash for this series. The Queen of Nothing had a lot to live up to, but it did. It reminded me why this series is so hyped, it proved it deserves every bit of it.

“Let me be feared and never again afraid.”

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// Content Warning: Violence, Death, Assault, Child Abuse/Neglect, War Themes, Murder //

Release Date: 11/19/2019 Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers Page Count: 309 Premise:

The Wicked King left off with the worst possible cliffhanger ending, with a plot twist I never saw coming. The Queen of Nothing takes place not too long after that ending- Jude has created a life for herself in the mortal world after being exiled, doing odd jobs for other Folk and living with Vivi and Oak. When her sister Taryn returns from Elfhame with shocking news, Jude must delve back into the world of courtly politics and war to help her, even if it means facing the man who betrayed her, the High King Cardan Greenbriar.

“Two paths are before me, but only one leads to victory.”

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“We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.”

WRITING & SETTING

Holly Black’s writing style is just amazing. Her writing perfectly balancing poignancy and thought-provoking topics with fun quips and just amazingly relatable moments. Jude is of both the mortal world and the magical world- being a mortal raised in Elfhame- and you can get that feeling just through Holly Black’s writing. It feels both otherworldly and magical while being full of purely human aspects.

Meanwhile, the setting really makes this series stand out. Holly Black truly is the queen of the Fae. She has crafted a beautifully intricate world parallel to ours, with such great depth and detail, and grounded in fascinating mythology and history. While The Queen of Nothing doesn’t expand on the world and magic quite as much as previous books have, it really does place a spotlight on it.

“Magic is seldom so convenient as to conform to our preferences.”

PLOT

I won’t lie- some of this book feels a little rushed. That’s honestly a complaint I have with the series as a whole. Each book could be much longer than they are. The Queen of Nothing comes in at just barely over 300 pages, and it has a lot to wrap up. That said, it does succeed. While I did wish we could have a little more time to sit with some moments, the fast pace did make this book very bingeable and absolutely impossible to put down.

This book also has a few twists thrown in, but they definitely weren’t quite as surprising as the twists in previous books. There was maybe one that really took me by surprise, but the rest were fairly predictable if you are highly invested with this series and as obsessed as I am. That said, this book is still a great conclusion. It ties up loose ends really well, but it definitely wasn’t as… surprising as I expected. I don’t know how else to say it without spoilers. It just didn’t end in a way I thought the series would end.

“If you’re looking for reasons why he disappointed you, by all accounts, Prince Cardan was a disappointment from the beginning.”

mood.

CHARACTERS

The characters are where The Folk of the Air series really does shine. Every aspect of this series is fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but it’s the characters that add the heart and brutality to the series. Jude is such a strong and interesting protagonist. This book puts her through a lot, and we see sides of her that were hinted at in previous books fully explored. I reread the first two books in preparation for this one and damn, her growth is astonishing. Also, Cardan. I love Cardan so much. He’s a drunk idiot sometimes, but other times, he is just plain incredible. We definitely see that incredible side of him a lot in this book. It’s truly amazing for a character to be so understood by the reader while also still being able to surprise them.

However, I don’t want to go too much into Cardan right now because, well, spoilers. Let’s talk about some of our other characters- Vivi and Heather are my loves and I would love an entire book just about them. Taryn didn’t really leave that much of an impression on me in this book beyond the first fifty pages, but she definitely made a mark in those pages. And finally, Madoc. Madoc is such a captivating character- I always think I have him pinned down but then he does something to completely change my perspective of him. This book continues to reveal sides of him I both expected yet didn’t and I absolutely loved it.

“I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.”

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CONCLUSION

Pros- Great characters, solid conclusion, I love this world Cons- A little rushed. I’m also just bitter that this series is over. What am I supposed to obsess over now??? Overall- 5/5 stars. This book series will forever have a hold on my heart, and The Queen of Nothing reminded me of every reason why. This book is a fantastic conclusion to a series I’ll love for the rest of my life.

“Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice shard through my” heart.

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IF YOU LIKED THE QUEEN OF NOTHING, I’D RECOMMEND:

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson – (Review)

Wicked Saints (Something Dark and Holy #1) by Emily A. Duncan – (Review)

The Caged Queen (Iskari #2) by Kristen Ciccarelli – (Review + Giveaway)

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BONUS! MORE QUOTES THAT I LOVE

“‘Mortals are fragile,’ I say. ‘Not you,’ he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. ‘You never break.’”

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no.”

“I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.”

“My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.”

“That boy is your weakness.”

“All power is cursed. The most terrible among us will do anything to get it, and those who’d wield power best don’t want it thrust upon them. But that doesn’t mean they can avoid their responsibilities forever.”

“There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man.”

“Imagine if, in the mortal world, a lawyer passed the bar by killing another lawyer.”

“‘I tried to kill you,’ she reminds me. ‘You’ve described pretty much every important relationship in my life.’”

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The Initiation of Laurien Adaire

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. once again written in collaborationwith @the-siren-saga

On the night of the initiation ceremony, Shanna was much less so the enthusiastic and carefree individual from the concert, and much more the shy, anxious creature that had first come into Laurien’s room.

The two of them had spent most of the day together, Laurien hopeful and excited, Shanna distant and almost regretful as the hours slowly ticked by. She didn’t quite know why she felt so down. Whatever it was had simply been… edited from her mind, leaving only the faintest of impressions as to what might have troubled her.

Lauri had scarcely stopped talking all day, babbling ideas for what might happen, and when she did fall silent it was only to picture it vivid and bright in her head. "What do you think my Initiation will be like?" she wondered, beaming at Shanna, "Though-- you probably already know, don't you?"

Shanna looked down. “Well, your vision will be obscured by a veil, I’ll lead you through a pledge of devotion and present you before our God-Emperor, and then…” She gave a shy smile. “Then you’ll be reborn at His feet.”

Laurien pictured that, a hazy smile on her face, then let loose an excited, impatient groan, "I can't wait! It still doesn't feel real~"

That's because it isn't, something in her mind told her. She brushed it aside, and immediately forgot it.

“It doesn’t usually, until it happens. It certainly didn’t for me.” That distant, faraway look returned to Shanna’s eyes again. She seemed almost… almost sorry to be leading Laurien to this. “Look, whatever happens tonight, whatever changes, I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed our time together. A lot.” In a move that shocked Shanna as much as Laurien, she abruptly wrapped her arms around her companion, in an embrace that seemed both friendly and… Desperate, perhaps? It was a please don’t slip away from me embrace, more than it was anything else. “I’ll try to remember you if you try to remember me.”

“Shanna…” Laurien closed her eyes against the hug, a familiar feeling of wrongness creeping under her skin even as she tightly returned the hug, “How could I ever forget you? You’ve been--” A sigh ended her words, squeezing just a little tighter before pulling back; guilt written all over the lowering of her gaze to the floor. “Shanna, you know-.. I didn’t come here for the reasons I said I did. I was-.. I was supposed to ‘save’ you. But being here, seeing how wonderful and how happy you are, I-! I just couldn’t. You saved me. Whatever happens in my Initiation, I could never forget that.”

Was Shanna happy? It was certainly pleasant, being Herald to one such as her God-Emperor. One could even say it was blissful. But as for happiness, true happiness… there was none to be found. What there was, was illusory and shallow. “Who sent you?” she asked, attempting to pass it off as curiosity, rather than a desperate attempt to find a lifeline to cling to.

“It-..” Lauri hesitated, something telling her she shouldn’t say. But it was Shanna. She could trust Shanna. And it was Shanna’s family. “Your aunt. Moirah. She’s worried sick about you; she doesn’t realise how lovely it is here.”

Moirah sent her? Reckless, selfish Moirah? Impossible. “...I didn’t think she cared that much about me,” Shanna said dryly. She was torn between hoping beyond hope that Moirah would actually come through and take her away from this horrible place, and almost wanting to laugh at the sheer unexpected surprise of someone like Moirah being the one to go to such extreme lengths to do so.

“Apparently she does,” Lauri sighed, as if that were a terribly sad thing -- for someone to care so much and yet know so little. It reminded her of Laen; she wouldn’t be surprised if he joined forces with her in this obsession. “I probably won’t be the last she sends. You seem to be all she cares about.”

“That can’t be right,” Shanna muttered, “I barely know her, I thought she’d abandoned me with all the others.”

“I can’t say what she did. I barely understood how my brother is before I came here and I’ve known him my whole life.” Laurien’s admission came with a little frown; the confused kind of thoughtfulness that always crossed her face when Laen was mentioned. “All I know is what she’s doing right now, and that’s-.. Well. I wouldn’t be here if not for her, so I suppose I can thank her for that.”

"Yeah," Shanna said. "Suppose I can too." She shook her head, as if attempting to clear the dust from it. At that moment, a deep, resonant noise rang out from deeper within the temple compound. "Anyway, um. They just rang the bell to gather in the main hall, so, I think it's almost time. Go get dressed and meet me in the antechamber."

Shanna seemed twice as distant as before, as if she were trying to rip the band-aid off as soon as possible rather than be subject to further pain. This is cruel, she thought to herself. This is cruel, and sick, and I shouldn't be forced to take part. I think I love this woman and I've practically been fattening her for slaughter this entire time.

The buzz of excitement and anticipation was firmly settled in Laurien's chest as she prepared. Her dress -- a draping, flowing decoration of lace and purple rose petals picked out for her by Elucidis himself -- shimmered and flowed as she spun and danced just to feel it. She had taken great care in taming her hair so it flowed just right, braiding a long lock to tuck behind her ear. She wanted her God-Emperor, and Shanna, to see her glow. To look upon her and know the bliss they had gifted her. She was beautiful, and as she entered the antechamber she couldn't keep the nervous smile from her lips knowing that -- when was the last time she felt beautiful? Being here was a gift she intended to embrace.

Shanna came behind Laurien, playfully wrapping her arms around her waist. "Gotcha," she laughed. Somehow, she seemed far less hesitant than before, a phenomenon that couldn't possibly have anything to do with the brief conversation that the God-Emperor had just finished having with her. "There's just one more thing we have to do," she said as she held up a thick veil of dark royal purple and covered Laurien's head with it, careful not to mess up her carefully styled hair in the process. "His face will be the first thing you see when the veil is pulled back."

When she was certain that Laurien couldn't see her, Shanna closed her eyes, lifting her hands in praise. "I am a vessel," she whispered in Old Evarith. "My presence is Yours. I relinquish the space I hold to Your glory." The feeling of the room seemed to change, though not as much as if the God-Emperor had actually walked into the room– rather, Shanna seemed to be holding more of his energy, more of his power, without him needing to take full possession of her.

"Initiate," she said softly, her Master's power flowing through her like electricity through a wire. "State your name."

"Laurien Adaire." Though her voice shook just slightly with nerves, the young Arkn held herself as tall and proud as she possibly could, her stomach dancing with butterflies as she listened for Shanna's voice -- that sweet, comforting tone made all the more lovely by the sheer power she was carrying.

Shanna took both of Laurien's hands in her own, her touch so soft and gentle. "Do you, Laurien Adaire, accept the light of Elucidis as your one and only light, and vow to keep to His path, as He holds you securely within the Heart of the Purple Rose?"

Laurien took a deep, settling breath, allowing the comfort of Shanna's touch and her God-Emperor's power to wash over her. "I do."

"Will you trust me to guide you as you take the first steps deeper into His Mysteries?" Shanna then asked, her voice becoming even more soothing, even more hypnotic.

"I will," Lauri breathed, a haze of warmth sweeping any distracted thoughts aside and colouring her words the gentle lilac of contentedness.

Shanna let go of Laurien's hands, and moved to take her by the arm instead, maintaining the same gentle and calming touch. "Then walk beside me," she said, leading her companion into the sanctum, past the choir singing the God-Emperor's praises, past the altars burning strange and lovely incenses, past the gathered worshippers whose eyes remained fixed on the two women. That beautiful, holy, intoxicating presence got stronger with each step -- and despite being blinded to the source of it all, Laurien’s stride never faltered; taken and consumed by complete faith and trust.

It wasn't too much longer before Laurien felt herself drawn to her knees before the throne of the God-Emperor Elucidis, and as she did, she could feel Shanna move from her side. Shanna, in accordance with her role, had taken up her place at his right hand, not a trace of the resistance she had been feeling left in her mind. As she looked down at Laurien, however– on her knees, head bowed, the picture of one who was ready and willing to give herself over– a trace of sadness entered her mind. She could only watch as her Master Eternal conducted the rest of the ceremony.

"Lift your eyes to me, my servant," he said to Laurien as he reached down to lift the veil, the full force of his power coming through as if it were as natural to him as breathing.

The sight of him was breathtaking. As Laurien’s gaze met his her heart skipped and then settled to a steady, familiar pace. Everything -- her family, her insecurities, even her reason for arriving here -- was washed from her thoughts at once, to settle in some uncaring, forgotten corner of her mind. She vaguely registered Shanna’s presence nearby, but her gaze and attention were captivated and consumed by her almighty God-Emperor; her salvation.

Elucidis– no longer "Marchosias Aversen" in her mind now, she knew him only as divine– took her head in his hands, looking upon her with such warmth and love that she could no longer think of anything at all but how completely she wanted to lose herself in him. "Laurien Adaire. My beautiful, exceptional treasure. You've come here through such treachery and deceit," he crooned, his voice seeming to lull her even deeper into trance. "You deserve so much better than what Moirah Averil would have given you. I will take pleasure in making sure that from now on, your life shall consist of only the finest things." He bent to press his lips to her forehead, his kiss almost chaste compared to the lascivious way he often acted with worshippers.

You deserve so much better. Laurien wasn’t sure she’d ever get those words out of her head, nor would she stop feeling the touch of His lips against her skin. It was a tenderness she had never felt before; a love she had never known, and she was utterly lost within it. The smile she offered Him was wordless and taken; perhaps a little smitten. He was truly wonderful to treat her this way; and to forgive her for journeying here just to tear His plans apart? It was foreign to her. Completely strange and entirely unheard of. She adored how special it made her feel.

"I'll always take care of you, my dear Laurien. I will cherish you, tend to you as a gardener tends a flowering vine. Under my care, you will reach new heights. All you need to do," he purred, as seductive as he was soothing, "is say that you belong to me."

Was it even a question? How could she not say it? This was what she had always been missing. What she needed. To belong. To something; to someone. For her entire life she had never had that. Not even in her own home did she truly belong. But here? Here was home. Here was safe, and loving, and full of people just like her -- who wanted and needed so dearly to belong to something bigger than themselves. “I do,” she breathed, tears glistening in adoring eyes as her voice shook with raw emotion, “I belong to you, my Divine Lord, my God-Emperor. I belong.”

From Malistrade, he took a silver circlet bearing his name sigil, and placed it on Laurien's head. "All who see you will know that you are mine," he whispered. "Now rise anew as a sister of the Purple Rose."

He abruptly stood, his arms open wide. "Now, my servants, this calls for celebration! Eat, drink, be merry, rejoice in the presence and power of your God."

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snarkybluechristian · 5 years

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 6

Vaggie immediately tossed the shoes to the side and began running through the house as quickly as she could. She bolted up the stairs and only allowed herself to catch her breath when she was back on the floor that she remembered her bedroom being on. As Vaggie leaned against the blood-red wall, her eyes settled on a mirror on the wall across from where she was standing. In the mirror, Vaggie could see the bruises on her neck. They didn’t camouflage into her purple skin at all. The spots were dark red, fresh, and plain to see. A shudder ran through Vaggie’s spine. Alastor was no genius at romance, but he was right about hickeys. They were a way to mark territory. Vaggie covered them with her hands fearfully as she remembered her “patrons” back in El Salvador and what they did when they started getting possessive. Vaggie felt a fearful tear run down her cheek before she took a deep breath to give herself strength. She would not be a rich man’s property. Not again… “I don’t care how obsessed you are with me,” Vaggie said turning away from the mirror and wandering around her room searching for Angel as she briefly reflected on Alastor’s behavior. It was beyond creepy, especially that line, “Women are made to bear and so are you…” Vaggie shook her head and forced herself to focus on the task at hand. What happened happened, but Angel still needed her help. Vaggie crept the hallway quietly listening for any sign of Angel. “Alright, if I were a freaky, sex-crazed Mary Poppins, where would I hide my victims?” Vaggie questioned out loud. Suddenly, Vaggie heard the sound of Angel’s screams coming from just ahead of her. “AHHHHHHHH!” Angel screamed out in agony before he laughed painfully. “Oh, baby! More! More!” His voice caused Vaggie to shudder fearfully in her tracks as she finally found the room, twisted the knob open, and peeked inside. Vaggie held her hands over her mouth to cover her horrified gasp. Angel was chained on a rack with his back exposed, his arms chained up, and his legs held in restraints. The poor spider demon had scars on his back from the leather whip Rosie was holding in her hands. In a flash, Rosie lashed her whip against Angel’s bare back again causing the spider demon to scream out in agony. Rosie turned the wheeled contraption Angel was strapped to around, wrapped her leather-covered leg around his waist, pushed her chest against his, and asked, “Are you sure about that, sweetie?” “I can take anything you can dish out, lady,” Angel said before his eyes locked with Vaggie’s. Angel’s eyes flashed in panic as Rosie’s wrinkled lips locked with his. Then Angel said, “Lady, please, this is torture…” “Oh?” Rosie asked licking Angel’s cheeks. “Yeah,” Angel answered with a smirk. “You pressing your sweaty, saggy tits against my bruised chest really stings!” Rosie then kicked Angel in the chest, spun him around, and began whipping him more viciously than before. It suddenly occurred to Vaggie that Angel said this on purpose so that Rosie would be distracted. She quickly glanced around the room for anything she could use as a distraction. Vaggie’s eyes settled on a vase on a table down the hall holding more of those blood red flowers. The vase gave her an idea. It was a bad one, but bad ideas were better than no ideas at all at this point. So, Vaggie pulled out a spare knife she had hidden on her person and tossed it at the vase causing it to shatter on contact. Vaggie then backed herself against the wall and held her breath as she heard Rosie stop her whipping and run into the hall. When she dared to look at her, she had to keep herself from gagging. Rosie was dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit with absurdly high stripper heels. “Oh, Vaggie…” Rosie called out upon noticing the broken vase. “You silly, silly little girl. You should know better than to interrupt my playtime…” In a flash, Rosie dashed right down the hall and disappeared out of sight. When she vanished, Vaggie breathed a sigh of relief and ran back into the room to see Angel panting in exhaustion. Vaggie quickly shut the door and said, “Angel…?” “Is she gone?” Angel quickly interrupted. “Yes, I think so,” Vaggie said quietly. “Oh, thank God,” Angel said breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “Shhh…” Vaggie said running over to the other side of the rack to look Angel in the eye. “I’ll get you down, but you have to be quiet. You got it? How do I get you down from there?” “The keys are on that table,” Angel said gesturing with his head to a bedside table with a lamp and a book on it. Vaggie quickly grabbed the keys and began releasing all of Angel’s limbs from the rack. When she was done, Angel fell forward on the ground tiredly. “Angel, are you alright?” Vaggie asked fearfully worried that Angel was injured. “Can you walk?” “Yeah, babe,” Angel said with a smile as he reabsorbed his extra pair of arms and got to his feet while putting on his coat that was lying on the floor. “How about you? I see those hickeys. Alastor must be a rougher lover than I imagined. I’m jealous.” “It was completely non-consensual. I assure you,” Vaggie said angrily as she began pushing the contraption towards the door to block it. “Now, we need to get out of here before…” “There you are!” the merry British demon’s voice called out as she stopped the contraption where it stood. “What are you doing here, Vaggie? Did you want to play, too? Angel and I could always use another partner…” Vaggie pushed back against Rosie’s grip before she felt Angel grabbing her arm and pulling her back behind him just as Rosie rolled the contraption across the room to get a better look at her captives. Angel stepped in front of Vaggie as he summoned his Tommy gun and his bat. Vaggie looked around for a weapon and only found the book and the lamp, so she grabbed the lamp off the table with one hand and grabbed the book to use as a shield. “Oh, dear,” Rosie said with an amused smile. “Do you two intend to fight back? How adorable. I love it when I can get down and dirty!” “Bring it on, you dominatrix bitch!” Vaggie spat back. Angel stuck his tongue out and said lewdly, “I’m gonna screw you as you screwed me, ya crazy bitch. I hope you’re ready.” “I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Vaggie said out loud. “Make your way to the window,” Angel muttered to Vaggie gesturing his head back towards the window. “And prepare to jump…” “Got it,” Vaggie replied with a nod. “Oh, I am so defenseless,” Rosie retorted sarcastically putting one hand on her hip and twiddling her fingers against her face with the other hand. “What’s a little old lady to do?” Then with a snap of her fingers, Rosie summoned her umbrella and six penguin familiars and said, “Ladies, how about you show these brutes some manners?” “Bring it, bitch!” Angel yelled back as Vaggie threw open the window. “Vaggie, grab on!” Vaggie dropped her lamp and grabbed onto Angel’s side as he dissolved his bat and picked her up with his extra arms, but unfortunately before Angel and Vaggie could jump out the window, the window slammed in their face. “Enough!” Alastor’s voice suddenly rang out. The three demons and penguin villains turned to look at Alastor who suddenly appeared on the other side of the room. “I believe we can settle this dispute in a more civilized manner,” Alastor said stepping between the two warring parties. “That is if you two are willing to cooperate…” Angel reflexively held Vaggie tighter against his side and took another step backward as Alastor continued, “How about this? Vaggie, if you stay with me, I will let this hairy mess go. Then as long as you are obedient and loving, I will let you visit the Hotel once a month. What do you say, dear?” Vaggie knew she didn’t have a choice. Angel couldn’t stay there. He had already suffered enough. If Vaggie said no, Angel would spend the rest of eternity as Rosie’s sex slave. Not even he deserved that. “I’ll…” Vaggie began before she felt a hand cover her mouth. “Hold it right there, bucko,” Angel interrupted as he pointed his gun straight at Alastor. “You have to fuckin’ insane to think that I’m goin’ to just leave and let you pound Vaggie like a goddamn piece of meat. I ain’t leavin’ without her. And if that means I have to claw my way outta here with her, so be it.” Alastor’s eyes twitched for a brief second before he flashed a cruel smile, snapped his fingers causing Angel’s gun to disappear and Vaggie’s lamp to disappear, and said, “Suit yourself then.” Before either Angel or Vaggie had time to react, Alastor tapped his staff on the ground and instantly teleported everyone present into a dark, cool dungeon room. The cell was built completely out of gray stone. It was oddly spacious and horizontally long, able to hold the four demons comfortably, and that was about the best thing about it. There were a toilet and a sink with a mirror on the back wall on one end of the cell to their right, a single bed with a bare mattress and pillow on the other end of the cell to the left, and chains hanging on the bare wall between them. The only light sources were a lightbulb with a pull-string hanging from the ceiling and a small, horizontal window about the size of a two-by-four board above the bed where the light met the ceiling. Iron prison bars made up the fourth wall. Their cold, menacing, vertical poles were spaced evenly and only interrupted by an iron bar door on the very right which at the moment was hanging open with a black key hanging in the lock of the door much like it would be in jail cells from the 1930s. Vaggie and Angel looked around fearfully at their new surroundings. The cell was oddly clean, but there were still faint blood stains on the walls where the chains were. That was enough to make Vaggie let out an involuntary gasp. “You know, Alastor…” Rosie began interrupting the thoughts of the two frightened prisoners practically backed up against the wall as she dismissed her minions and leaned back against the prison bars. “Vaggie hasn’t had a chance to answer the question herself.” “Hmmmmm…you’re right, Rosie,” Alastor replied with a smile glancing back at her before returning his gaze back to Vaggie. “So, what is your answer, Vaggie? If you stay here with me willfully, I will let Angel go, but if you refuse, he will stay and you two will both be at our disposal. So, tell me. What will it be?” Vaggie squirmed until Angel finally dropped her on the floor and then slowly walked up to Alastor looking him in the eye as much as her smaller frame would allow. “Vaggie…” Angel tried to complain. Vaggie held her hand up to tell Angel to be quiet and said boldly, “Alastor, I promise to spend every day for the rest of my eternal life fighting for my freedom. I will never give in to you!” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Well, then. As punishment for your defiant behavior and your trespassing, you two can spend the night in this cell…” Alastor, Rosie, and Rosie’s minions instantly teleported outside the cell. Alastor quickly locked the door, took the key, and continued, “Rosie and I will come for you in the morning, Vaggie. Have a good night, you two!” The Radio Demon quickly right down the hallway out of sight. Rosie stood there for a second quietly flashing a cruel smile as her familiars disappeared before finally following behind her friend. Vaggie stood in place tensely as Angel laid himself out over the bed and stretched out his limbs. “Well, looks like you and I are spending the night here, Vaggie,” Angel said nonchalantly folding his arms behind his head on top of the pillow. Vaggie didn’t respond but continued staring at the hallway in front of their cell. A look of concern flashed through Angel’s eyes before he said, “Hey, doll? Vaggie? Are ya there?” Vaggie finally looked over to Angel. The spider demon tapped the old mattress and said, “What do you wanna do, doll, the day is still young?” Vaggie tiredly sat on the bed next to him holding the book on top of her lap and sighed. She glanced over to Angel and cringed when she noticed him staring at her with a smirk. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Vaggie demanded. “You still owe me,” Angel said playfully. Vaggie looked at Angel in confusion until she finally had her revelation. “Oh, my God,” Vaggie said in growing annoyance. “What?” Angel asked playfully. “You only stayed here because I owed you?!” Vaggie yelled. Angel sighed with a playful smirk that got on Vaggie’s nerves and said, “It beats the therapy sessions back home. Besides, this was too good an opportunity to pass up, babe.” Vaggie took a deep breath to calm down and conceded, “Okay, fine. What the hell do you want?” “Just give me a moment to…” Angel said nonchalantly allowing himself to wonder before he got his idea. “Wait. I know just the thing!” Angel sat up, threw off his coat to reveal his bare chest, posed dramatically, and said, “I want you to snuggle between my fluffy tits!” “WHAT?!” Vaggie asked incredulously. “You can’t be serious!” “I’m completely serious,” Angel said playfully running his gloved hands through his chest fluff. “My skin under my fur gets cold. I need warmth. Think of it as my way of saying thanks. I don’t let anyone do it for free. My customers say it’s like heaven in here.” “Forget it,” Vaggie said in annoyance putting the book at the head of the bed next to Angel’s pillow and laying down so that she was not facing him. “I’ll just use the book. I’m not resting my head on your STD-contaminated fur.” “Hey!” Angel retorted. “I’ll have you know that I wash it every day. But if that’s how you feel, babe, suit yourself.” Vaggie laid down for a few minutes but very quickly got uncomfortable. She turned over and stared at Angel’s chest longingly. His fluff looked so soft and silky… “Like what ya see, hon?” Angel teased. “Fine,” Vaggie snarled as she reluctantly sat up and climbed on top of Angel’s chest. “But this never happened. Understand?” “Whatever you say, hon,” Angel retorted playfully as Vaggie slowly lowered her head onto Angel’s fluffy chest. Vaggie lowered herself gingerly as if she were getting used to hot water in a bathtub. Angel rolled his eyes and used his lower pair of arms to push Vaggie’s head on top of his chest. “Angel?!” Vaggie yelled in protest before her head sank into the chest fluff. “Oh, my God. This is so soft…It feels like cashmere…” Angel chuckled as his lower arms pulled his coat over Vaggie and himself to keep them warm. “That’s it, doll,” Angel said soothingly as his arms rested on Vaggie’s back. “Just relax. We both need this.” Vaggie tensed up again as she began to realize the gravity of the situation that they were in. Vaggie began shuddering fearfully and taking shallow breaths, but before it could get any worse, Angel started rubbing her back. He didn’t say or do anything else. He just rubbed her back until her breathing finally returned to normal. Angel then took a deep breath and picked up the book next to his head. “What’s this?” Angel said before he read the title. “The Taming of the Shrew? Oh, my God! I haven’t seen this one in decades!” Vaggie lifted her head up and scowled. “That book again?” Vaggie asked incredulously. “Dammit. Alastor tossed me that fucking book yesterday to entertain myself while he ran off to talk to Rosie. The nerve of that guy. What’s that book about anyway?” “It ain’t a book, doll,” Angel replied excitedly turning open to the first page. “It’s a Shakespeare play. We read it in school. Oh, God, this one was one of my favorites! It’s been forever. Want me to read it to ya?” “We still have daylight and we’re gonna be stuck in here until tomorrow morning, so why not?” Vaggie conceded. “Alright,” Angel said excitedly. “I’ll try to explain all the stuff that’s kinda confusin’, but just let me know if you’re having trouble followin’ along.” Vaggie smiled and relaxed into Angel’s fluff as he began reading the story.

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crazililwabbit · 7 years

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Whisper Softly - A Plume Fic

This fic is based on a wonderful, amazing comic that is my current obsession! 'Plume' by the awesomely talented K Lynn Smith! See more at the comic's webpage, plumecomic.com!

The title comes from the song, 'Whisper Softly' by Chasing Furies.

You can find my fanfic master list here.

“Vesper is a rebellious spit-fire, and Corrick is her reluctant guardian. When their arranged partnership begins to turn into something more, they both discover how deep their bond goes.”

Vesper/Corrick, who both belong to K Lynn Smith.

It had been so long since they had taken a day and just, rested.

Vesper's mind had been so consumed with finding the man who killed her father that she had barely stopped moving since that terrible night.

Not that Corrick was tired, he was never tired. He had forgotten what tired felt like a long time ago.

It was a warm spring afternoon, and they had decided to take a day and stay in the small town they had rented a room in.

He was doing his best to keep an eye on Tegan who was shamelessly flirting with a man across the street. He sighed and shook his head, she would get herself into trouble one day. Vesper was reckless, too reckless most of the time, but at least he didn't have to worry about her encouraging the advancements of thoughtless men.

He had begun to drift away into his thoughts, his mind becoming lost in the sway of someone lost in time. Living for so long had its down sides, he had too much time to think and those thoughts had slowly piled up, creating a sea that could take hold of him and pull him away to float forever. A ping of warmth in his chest pulled his thoughts back to the present. The warmth spread quickly across his chest and down his arms. His hand reached up and gripped his shirt, trying to physically take hold of something inside him. Something was wrong.

Looking up, his eyes fell on Tegan, still flirting, she hadn't moved. He turned to call to Vesper who was only a few feet to his right, perusing a table of books the general store had set out for sale. The warmth turned to heated tightness when he saw her face. Her eyes were downcast, trailing over the covers of the various volumes, her lips slightly parted as she silently read each title, and her fingertips slowly trailing circles over the surface of the golden pendant that was strung around her neck.

The heat traveled up his neck and into his face and the tightness in his chest clamped down harder. He continued to watch her fingers absentmindedly trail over and over the pendant's surface. The weight of the heat in his chest was making it hard for him to breathe, and he wondered if he could die from what was happening.

"Ve…" his voice was soft, his lungs were unable to let go of the air needed to call to her. He jerked forward slightly, bumping the table, "Ves… per."

Her eyes slowly moved to his, and the moment seemed to freeze.

Another part of living so far beyond your intended lifespan is that time begins to move differently, almost as if it speeds up, the seasons rushing by and with them each year, one after another until whole centuries lie behind you. But not this bit of time, it seemed to slow to a crawl, and the heartbeat in which it took Vesper to realize there was something wrong stretched out like an eternity.

Her fingers released the pendant as her hand raised to steady him, and as quickly as it had come, the heat and tightness in his chest faded.

"You okay, Corrick?" She took a step closer to him, "you're flushed, is something wrong?"

"I…" his lungs pulled in fresh air, "I don't know."

"Maybe we should get back to the room," she looked around, trying to locate Tegan.

"That might be best," he was still feeling dizzy, "I don't know how well I can protect you while I'm like this."

"Would you think about yourself for once?" she frowned at him, "come on, idiot." She slipped her hand under his arm, giving him a little support as they headed down the wooden walk way back towards the inn.

"Hey!" a voice called behind them, "hey wait up!" Tegan ran across the street and joined them. "Were you two going to try and sneak back to the room without me?" she raised a knowing eyebrow at the pair.

Now Vesper's face flushed. "No!" she stuck her chin out, "there's something going on with Corrick and he needs to go back to the room and rest."

"Rest, huh?" Tegan eyed the man, "he looks just fine to me."

"He was flushed, and sounded like he couldn't breathe," Vesper looked at his face, not believing Tegan's analysis.

"And besides that, when was the last time ol' tight ass here needed to rest?" Tegan jerked a thumb at Corrick, "I think you two were trying to ditch me."

The two girls continued to argue as the trio walked back to their room, Corrick only stared straight ahead, his thoughts on the pendant, and the fingers that had been tracing circles on it.

Vesper stared out the window to the street below. It was quiet, so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She sighed and closed her eyes, fighting back the pressure that was building behind them.

"Catch you around, Grey," Dom's voice echoed in her head. Those same words that had haunted her dreams for months now.

Catch you around, Grey.

Each word filled her heart with dread as in her mind she replayed Corrick walking away with Dom, over and over.

At first her dreams were much like reality. She would watch them walk away, while all she could do was sit on the ground in disbelief.

"But, w…" she stammered as she fought back the choking feeling in her chest, "wait."

They would only continue to leave, ignoring her pleas.

After the first month Vesper would get up the gumption to push herself up and try to run after them.

"But, w…" she would run with all her might, but no matter how much she tried, they still only turned and walked away from her, "wait!" Her lead filled legs were useless.

She would jerk awake, sweaty and filled with heartache. Why didn't she chase after them? Why didn't she try harder?

She clenched her teeth, fighting back a deep shame at letting Dom take Corrick from her. Her hands balled into tight fists as her shame and sadness began to morph into anger.

"I will find them," she muttered to herself, "and when I do…" her voice faded away as she watched the family consisting of a mother, father, and small boy walk down the street before turning into the post office.

Again, the quiet settled in around her, reminding her of the vast loneliness that Corrick's absence had left her with.

"Alright, we gotta pack up," Tegan swung into the room, "management won't give us another deal for the night."

She was a flurry around the room of words and packing.

"Y'know," her voice fell flat, realization that Vesper wasn't listening setting in, "like dance lessons."

"I just can't get used to it," Vesper wrapped her arms around herself.

"What?" Tegan's brow furrowed.

"The quiet," Vesper's voice was low, her thoughts still far away, "being alone in a room."

She had cried everything she had to cry, and had fallen asleep. Corrick lifted his arm and reached for her face, pausing a brief moment before allowing his fingertips to brush her bangs from her cheek. His touch lingered on the soft skin on the edge of her face.

He felt a familiar warmth in his chest, but it was different this time. It was soft, and grew slowly, like a gentle flame coming to life. He pulled his fingers from her skin and rested his palm against his chest, feeling the heat of his own skin through his shirt. The heat continued to slowly grow, spreading to his arms, up his neck and to his face.

His eyes searched her face. Underneath the dirt, the dried tear streaks, and the ever present sense of rebellion, there was something about Vesper Grey that called to him. Up until now he had felt tied to her through the necklace she wore, he felt an overwhelming, undeniable urge to protect her. There was no pendant now, nothing for him to be connected to her anymore, and yet he felt as though he could never pull away from her, his need to protect her was stronger than ever.

Again he reached for her, this time allowing his fingers to run lightly over her hair. She stirred in her sleep, her face contorting in pain and her hands gripping the blanket.

"But, w…" she mumbled in her sleep, the words faintly audible, "wait."

The tightness in his chest rushed in, holding his breath captive in his lungs. Those words, he would never forget those words. They were the words she had called softly to him as he had followed Dom away, leaving her alone in the dirt.

He wanted to shake her awake, to tell her that he was here and he had hated having to leave her alone and vulnerable. He wanted to hold her close and feel her beating heart against him, to remind himself that he was really here, he was able to touch her.

He settled for smoothing down her hair. She relaxed in her sleep, allowing some of the tightness in his chest to release.

He was so tired. He couldn't remember ever feeling this tired.

Shifting in the bed he laid down next to her and continued to look at her face. There was no more pendant, no more reason to feel as drawn to her as he was, but he knew that he needed to protect her in what was to come, even if it meant returning to what he was.

He leaned in so his face was inches from her, his lips hovering over her forehead. The smell of lilacs filled his nose.

"I am yours," he whispered softly, a confession and a promise.

Light pouring in from behind the curtains called Vesper from her sleep, the light sounds of birds preparing for the day pulled her from the restless dreams that filled her mind. With a groan she sat up in the bed.

She furrowed her brow, something was wrong. She was still fully dressed, and this wasn't the room she had paid for the day before.

A soft snore came from behind her on the bed.

Startled she spun around, her hand reaching for her hip where her revolver would be.

Her breath caught in her chest. Lying on the bed was Corrick, asleep.

Vesper could feel her cheeks burn with blush as the events of the night before began to return to her. They had finished drinks with Dom and Hunter, and tried to retire for the evening. As soon as the door to her room had closed behind her, the vastness of their loss creeped in and gripped her tight. She fled from what felt like a prison of loneliness and found herself in Corrick's room, weeping in his arms for the second time that day.

She relaxed, looking at his sleeping figure. This was the first time she had ever seen his face look so peaceful. She leaned back on the bed, feeling the weight of her sorrow settle in. She laid down and curled up as close as she could get to the sleeping man without disturbing him.

The warm residual scent of leather from his jacket, mingled with the natural smell of his own sweat helped her relax. Being with him felt so natural, and so safe. She reached out, letting her fingertips trail along his shirt and down his side. Despite everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours, she couldn't help but feel at ease with Corrick back beside her.

"I never told you before and I think you should know how safe you made me feel," she paused, her cheeks burning as her blush deepened, "I am at rest here, with you."

Corrick grunted softly and rolled onto his side, so that he was facing her. His eyes were still closed, but she could detect a faint smile on his lips.

"There's no way for anyone to take you from me anymore," she bit her bottom lip before whispering softly, "you are mine."

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