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sooniebby · 1 year

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okay wait can you do nsfw denji w yandere and feminization??

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Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › none

Kinks › creampie

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(Name) knew Denji had an unhealthy attraction to him. It was something he tried to stop many times before. But it would always come back when he least expect it. And here it is, a result on the body at his feet.

Blood pooled his shoes as he stared up at Denji in shock. Or was it anger? He didn’t know. His date was dead and Denji looked as if he was about to cry.

He’ll worry about himself later.

“Denji, let’s go to my house.”

They were at his house before he knew and Denji was in the bath washing off the blood. (Name) wasn’t sure what to tell that guy’s family. He could try to lie and saw a devil killed him but it weighed on his conscious. A sigh left his lips as he slipped out of his suit.

He should stop dating anyone until Denji calmed down.

But would he ever?

Wet arms wrapped around his waist as he placed his jacket back in his closet. (Name) sighed as he felt a hand grip tightly at his shirt. He could feel Denji’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down.

“Denji….”

“Sorry.. I didn’t mean to kill him… Just wanted to scare him away.” He muttered.

(Name) hummed. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

(Name) pulled away from the hug to go into the kitchen only to be stopped by Denji. He quickly hid any fears in his eyes and glanced back at Denji. Denji looked down, a small towel his only coverage.

“Can you wear….”

“Ah,” (Name) laughed. “Sure. Sure.” He slipped away to grab something underneath his bed. A plain brown box that had a simple black dress. It was something that was left behind by the previous owner of the house. Denji had found it first by accident and jokingly asked (Name) to wear it.

Now, it seemed Denji liked him wearing it.

(Name) wasn’t into the cross dressing stuff but he wouldn’t lie at how freeing a dress felt. He slipped out his clothes and easily pulled on the dress. It was really simple with a small little pink bow in the middle.

It was a bit tight on him, mainly because obviously, this dress was made for a woman not a man. But Denji didn’t seem to mind. (Name) glanced over to at him to see him sitting on the bed with a dazed looked.

(Name) simply patted him on the shoulder before walking to the kitchen to cook whatever he had left in his fridge. It was silent for a moment. Just the sound of cooking and of Denji moving around in the bedroom.

He wasn’t sure when Denji got like this. The first time they met, Aki introduced them, he was normal. He wasn’t even paying him any attention. Girls were more important than him. But suddenly one day changed. (Name) had came home to see Denji covered in blood, terrified.

That day, Denji seemed to just view (Name) as this saviour. He wondered if Makima did something but never asked. Whenever he tried to so much as question why he was covered in blood—he was rudely told to mind his business.

So he did.

“(Name).”

Denji was behind suddenly. (Name) flinched at the hands on his hips, resting his head on his shoulder. His hair was still wet—letting the droplets slide down his skin. He shivered, turning off the stove as he waited for Denji to say something.

“I like you.”

“I know…” (Name) muttered, grunting at the sudden harshness of Denji’s grasp. Denji hummed as he trailed his hand upwards and grasp the nonexistent boobs (Name) had. He squeezed, earning a smile from (Name).

“There’s nothing to touch.”

“I know.”

(Name) bit his lip. “I know Aki being gone must—”

“—don’t. Please.”

“‘M sorry…”

It was silent. The only sound this time was of the rain outside. Thunder accompanied it every other five minutes. When (Name) could feel the tears on his shoulder, he didn’t mention it.

“I’m not a replacement for Aki.”

“I know.”

“I’m not a replacement for Makima or Power. Or any other girl that you had a failed relationship with.”

Denji simply grunted.

(Name) huffed but didn’t say anything else. He heard a few sniffles before gently being turned around to face Denji. His eyes were puffy and his nose was a bright red. A small frown was on his lips as he looked to be thinking for a moment before speaking.

“I like you for you.”

“I’m a man.”

“…no shit.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow.

Denji pouted. “I know what dating you means.”

“Who said I’d date you?”

Denji’s face flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, right…”

“It was a joke.” (Name) grinned.

“Your face is permanently stoic I thought you were serious.”

“Are you calling me ugly?”

“What?! No!”

“Jokes.”

“Please stop.”

(Name) laughed. “Can I get out of this dress now?”

Denji stared at him for a moment as if he forgot he even asked him to wear it. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought before a perverted smirk appeared on his lips. (Name) was worried for his dignity.

“Let’s become a couple now.”

“I thought we already are.”

“No,” Denji pulled at the dress. “Having sex would make it official.”

“I don’t think that’s a rule.”

“Humor me!”

“I thought you wanted me to stop making jokes.”

Denji looked at him as if he wanted to kill him. “Get on the bed.”

(Name) laughed to himself. He thought he was hilarious but apparently Denji just didn’t appreciate his superior humour. Ah, he’d have to teach him about it more. Can’t have a boyfriend not appreciate his humour.

Though, he wondered why he needed to get on the bed. They weren’t going to have sex right away…. Right?

ꕤ

“You’re so tight. I think you’d put any other girl to shame.” Denji whispered, grasping at (Name)’s hips as he thrusted forward in an inhumane speed. (Name) was on his knees facing the headboard as he was a sex toy.

Pathetic moans left his lips as he tried his hardest to calm down. The dress was torn from the previous manhandling onto the bed. Denji must’ve really not known his own strength.

(Name) never really imagined that he’ll be fucked but here he was—getting his asshole stretched by a thick cock.

“It’s too much…” he babbled, grasping the sheets beneath him. Denji simply hummed and slowed down for a moment. As soon as it came tolerable, Denji quickly continued his more faster thrusts.

Denji leaned down and pressed a kiss on his shoulder, “(Name).”

“Hm…?”

“I think you’ll like this move the best,” he whispered.

(Name) gasped as Denji pulled out and grabbed his right leg. He pulled it up to rest on his shoulder as he slammed back in. (Name) was on his sides as he screamed out at the new angle. It was so weird to be fucked like this.

Denji had total control on the thrusting this way. He couldn’t thrust back like in doggy. His toes curled with each thrust that touched a bundle a nerves inside of him. He wasn’t sure what it was.

“I’m close!” (Name) whined, reaching over to grasp at Denji. Denji grabbed his hand and held it close, a small smile on his lips. It brought a small tug at his heart when he saw Denji like this.

So his feelings were real…

He still wasn’t sure why he acted so weird with his previous dates but he couldn’t think much anymore as his cock twitched once before cumming. Denji was close behind him and thrusted deep inside to coat his wet insides.

(Name) gasped. It was hot. Way hotter than he thought cum could be. His insides twitched at it as Denji pulled out his cock. (Name) grunted as he felt Denji scoop up any that slipped out and push it back inside. Whimpers left his lips as his new lover played with his used hole.

“It belongs to me now.”

“Hmm?” (Name) muttered, sleep beginning to take over.

“Everything of you is mine.” Denji muttered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips. (Name) simply hummed and smiled, not paying much attention to the gibberish he was saying. Sleep took him over after that, cum still seeping out of his hole.

Denji smiled. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend… (Name)-chan.”

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Second Denji fic!!! He a bit creepy in this one but I didn’t get any plot so I just came up with something

Feedback appreciated!

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olenvasynyt · 2 months

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Feyre is a shitty friend to Lucien if she’s ever been a friend to him at all

This is going to be a long post and yeah I have made two tiktoks about this already and yes people got very mad at me but I’m going to post in on here anyways!!

In Chapter 3 of ACOWAR, Lucien says, “You are a better friend to me, Feyre, than I ever was to you.”

And I couldn't disagree more. This is just so so wrong. I think Feyre has been such a shitty friend to Lucien if she’s even been a friend to him at all.

If you can’t handle criticism towards Feyre then just scroll past! And I have so many things to say but Feyre being a shitty friend definitely starts in ACOWAR. She’s constantly lying to him, making wrong assumptions about him, she uses him.

And I understand that is all for her plan to take down Spring; she can’t really tell anyone the truth because it’ll ruin her cover but a lot of the things she does concerning Lucien and how she’s his friend, are kind of fucked up.

Constantly lying to him and using him in Spring

Now I thought the nightmare scene with Feyre and Lucien was excellent and very entertaining to read but when you think about how Feyre is using Lucien, her “friend”, in a sexual way to get back at Tamlin and turning them against each other…it makes her a shitty friend.

Chapter 5 of ACOWAR: I waited the five minutes it took Tamlin to decide not to kill Lucien, and then smiled. I wondered if Lucien had pieced it together… A nightmare, I had told Tamlin. I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here… I had no doubt Tamlin was now running through every look and conversation since then. Every time Lucien had intervened on my behalf…weighing how much that new mating bond with Alain held sway over his friend…

And she continuously gets Lucien to touch her to goad Tamlin’s jealousy and also Ianthe’s jealousy. She does it very often while they’re in Spring: an example is when they sleep in the tent together. They basically end up cuddling each other and Jurian sees. And though it wasn’t on purpose, Feyre thinks about how it would be perfect if that got to Tamlin.

Chapter 6: I’d rolled onto Lucien’s bedroll at some point, any schemes indeed second to my most pressing demand—warmth. But I had no doubt Jurian would tuck away the information to throw in Tamlin’s face when we returned: we’d shared a tent, and had been very cozy upon awakening.

She is using him. She admits it when we get to the scene with Ianthe SAing Lucien.

Why she saved Lucien from Ianthe

And getting to this point soon:

So in an earlier conversation they have, Lucien talks about how he did the rite in Tamlin’s place and he completed it with Ianthe. Feyre can see that lines were blurred. Ianthe had continuously sought Lucien and she got what she wanted. And Feyre says she should have been there to stop it.

Chapter 3 of ACOWAR: He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly… The weight of that jeweled knife and belt seemed to grow. “I wish I had been there to stop it. I should have been there to stop it.” I meant every word. Lucien squeezed our linked arms as we rounded a head, the house rising up before us. “You are a better friend to me, Feyre,” he said quietly, “than I ever was to you.”

And this brings in the quote I brought up in the beginning. ANd I will make a whole separate post on Lucien’s inaction in ACOMAF but what he says just tells me that he feels guilty for not doing enough to help Feyre with Tamlin locking her up.

Feyre said she should have been there to stop it. Alright well, when the time came and she was given an opportunity to stop Ianthe, Feyre was thinking about how she could keep going and just leave Ianthe to SA Lucien and let it happen. She is going against her word. and that makes her a hypocrite and terrible friend.

Chapter 9: Keep going. They were distracted, horrible as it was. Keep going, keep going, keep going. “I thought you’d seek me out after the Rite,” Ianthe purred. They couldn’t be more than thirty feet through the trees. Far enough away not to hear my presence, if I was quiet enough.

And Feyre realizes that her using Lucien was a bad move, so Feyre’s guilt encourages her to save Lucien not out of any genuine friendship.

“You don’t act that way with Feyre.” A silk-wrapped threat. “You’re mistaken.” “Am I?” Twigs and leaves crunched, as if she was circling him. “You put your hands all over her.” I had done my job too well, provoked her jealousy too much with every instance I’d found ways to get Lucien to touch me in her presence, in Tamlin’s presence.

But another thing that causes her to save him is because this moment reminds her of when Ianthe assaulted Rhys.

I made it about a hundred yards into the cover of the trees before I halted. I heard Lucien first. “Back off” A low female laugh. Everything in me went still and cold at that sound. I’d heard it once before—in Rhysand’s memory.

and Lucien saying “do not touch me” is exactly what Rhys says and this is what pulls Feyre out of her plans to keep going and save him instead.

Chapter 21 of ACOMAF: Rhys learned close to breathe in her ear, “don’t you ever touch me. Don’t ever touch another male in my court.”

Chapter 9 of ACOWAR: “Do not touch me,” he growled. And then I was moving.

This moment is echoing Ianthe going after Rhys, from the way Ianthe acts to the hand-breaking situation because Feyre was replicating what Rhys did to Ianthe’s hand. And in my opinion, Feyre breaking her hand was not only revenge for Lucien but also revenge for Rhys. And that’s not inherently bad but Feyre is not saving Lucien because she’s a good friend and she cares for his well-being. If that were true, she would have never thought of leaving him to get SAed by her in the first place.

Not trusting him, questioning his priorities

When they’re traveling through Autumn she continues to not trust him, she continues to make assumptions about him and assume the worst. She questions his priorities when it comes to Elain and assumes that he’s only coming along to get what he’s owed. But then she wants him to have sympathy for her and Rhys as mates. It’s just very one-sided.

Chapter 12: “You kissed Under the Mountain.” “I had little choice in that as I did with the dancing.” “And yet this is the male you now love.” “He didn’t know—he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell. “One would think, Lucien, that you’d be glad I fell in love with my mate, given that you’re in the same situation Rhys was in six months ago.”

Compare this to Chapter 11:

“And that’s why you’re here. Not because it’s right and he’s always been wrong, but just so you can get what you think you’re owed.” “She is my mate and in my enemy’s hands—“

So Rhys and Lucien were in the same situation: both had their mates in their enemy’s hands and want to keep them safe. Was Rhys only getting what he thought he was owed as well? No. So why can’t Feyre offer the same courtesy?

Again, ready to abandon him in Spring

And there’s literally a part when they're running in Autumn where Lucien basically asks “are you actually my friend?” and Feyre doesn’t answer.

Chapter 11: “You have the gall to question my priorities regarding Elain—yet what was your motive where I was concerned? Did you plan to spare me from your path of destruction because of any genuine friendship, or simply of fear of what it might do to [Elain]?” I didn’t answer. “Well? What was your grand plan for me before Ianthe interfered?” I pulled at a stray thread in the bedroll. “You would have been fine,” was all I said.

To actually answer your question, Lucien: she wasn’t planning on sparing you. She used you and was ready to leave you.

Lucien is a bigger man than me because I would have probably yelled in her face.

Again, uses him to get revenge against Tamlin

Also when he asks her where he’ll fit in in the NC,she thinks about how she would only offer him the position to keep Elain from Spring and to get back at Tamlin.

Chapter 12: “And where, exactly, do you believe I will fit in? The Night Court? I didn’t answer. I didn’t have one, honestly. As High Lady I could likely offer him a position, if we survived long enough to make it home. I’d do it mostly to keep Elain from ever going to the Spring Court, but I had little doubt Lucien would be able to hold his own against my friends. And some small, horrible part of me enjoyed the thought of taking one more thing away from Tamlin, something vital, something essential. “We should leave at down,” was my only reply.

Lucien is vital, but not because of his talents as an emissary and how he would benefit the Night Court. It’s because Tamlin wouldn’t have an emissary.

Feyre just lies to him and assumes stuff and uses him…overall, she’s just such a selfish friend and I’m fairly sure that she doesn’t even consider Lucien her friend at this part, despite several things that would go against that. Lucien seems to consider or had considered her a friend.

And then I got a part two because there’s just more things.

Being unwelcome when they get to Night

And now we are getting to one of my biggest gripes with Feyre. When they get back to the Night Court she has the reunion with Rhys. They almost immediately go off and have sex and sure, I get it: they’re mates, they haven’t seen each other in a while, they didn’t know if they would ever see each other again. It’s very emotional. But when they are done having sex, Feyre goes down and sees Lucien in the sitting room, still in his dirty clothes. Feyre thinks about how she should offer him something…but then the thought vanishes as soon as Rhys steps to her side.

Chapter 15: “Lucien was waiting in the sitting room when Rhus and I came downstairs at last… I fought my cringe as I halted at the threshold. Lucien was still in his travel-worn, filthy clothes. His face and hands, at least, were clean, but…I should have gotten him something else. Remembered to offer him— The thought rippled away into nothing as Rhys appeared at my side.

FEYRE. You literally just finished fucking him and putting on your wedding rings, stop thinking of Rhys and offer your “friend” some clean clothes, a bath, SOMETHING!!!! He has his face and hands washed probably because he washed them in the fucking kitchen sink because he doesn’t know where the bathroom is because no one has given him a tour and they still don’t give him a tour after this…

This is infuriating to me. So infuriating. It’s not only being a shitty friend but also a shitty hostess.

And then they have their talk where they explain everything to him, Lucien finally understands what has been going on, he knows that Rhys has been wearing a mask the whole time and that the NC is good…and then he is finally offered clothes and a bath. By fucking Rhys too not by Feyre.

Chapter 16: “I assume you’ll need clothes,” Rhys went on, nodding toward Lucien’s filthy jacket and pants—which he’d worn for the past week while we scrambled through territories. Indeed, that was…blood splattered in several spots.

Not communicating, having no important talks as friends or allies

And then the entire time Lucien is in Night, she does not try to have any meaningful talks besides the one where she and Rhys explain everything to him. She often says it’s for another time. But they never have any sort of conversation, even if it would just be beneficial as allies, if not friends.

There is a weird sort of mistrust for him. They not only don’t trust Lucien with Elain but also just information in general and this mistrust takes way too long to fade. From a political standpoint, I get it: he is / was a close friend and courtier to Tamlin, they did ally with Hybern. But Feyre acknowledges he was remorseful. And when they’re in Spring he speaks up and tells Tamlin his mistrust and dislike towards allying with Hybern. But Feyre just speaks over that.

And I just don’t understand this mistrust with Elain and assuming he’ll steal her away, which is what Rhys implies.

Chapter 19: “If he got Elain away, back to Spring or wherever…do you believe, deep down, that he wouldn’t sell what he knows? Either for gain, or to ensure she stays safe?” I considered his question: Did I trust Lucien? “I don’t know, either,” I admitted, and sighed. “I don’t like that Elain is a pawn in this.” “Did he discuss what he feels regarding Tamlin?” “Non. I didn’t want to push on that. He was…remorseful about what happened with me, and Hybern, and Elain. Would he have felt that way without Elain in the mix? I don’t know—maybe. I don’t think he would have left, though.”

But Lucien explained to Feyre that he hated how Elain was in an enemy’s hands and wanted to make sure she was okay and he knows now that the IC is good and she’s safe, but you still mistrust him? You are just completely ignoring everything and thinking the worst of him, and as I said before, not offering him the same courtesy you want him to have for Rhys.

Also Elain is a pawn because you are making her a pawn.

Lucien has good intentions. He wants to do good. With Hybern, he has not only explains his dislike for allying with them before to her but he sneaks off and sent stuff to Nuan for research to find a preventative against faebane. He goes to find Vassa to basically redeem himself, he says it was “about time he did something”.

And about Elain: Lucien is not demanding to see her. He literally just sits around on his ass and waits and is courteous. There’s no malicious intent. He is so kind and respectful. And if you are so mistrustful towards him that you set up rules for him to follow, maybe just ask him. Ask permission to look in his mind maybe?

Feyre and Rhys and the IC have a set of morals that they follow sometimes but then choose not to follow when it conveniences them. That is a whole other discussion in itself but literally so many things that went wrong with their friendship could have been solved if they actually talked and Feyre wanted to listen to him.

When Lucien and Elain finally talk one-on-one and Feyre goes into his mind (again, out of mistrust), Feyre discovers that Lucien has no ill intentions. Lucien didn’t even mean to find Elain there in the library. He just wanted a walk and to get a book, he didn’t realize she was there, he did not intentionally seek her out and break Feyre’s rule, despite what Rhys says.

Chapter 24 of ACOWAR: He hadn’t expected her to be here. The other sister—the viper—was a possibility, but one he was willing to risk…he’s been cooped up in this wind-blasted House for two days. He just wanted a walk—and a few books. It had been an age since he’d ever had free time to read, let alone do so for pleasure. But there she was. His mate.

Getting jealous he has friends / the entire fight they have in ACOFAS

Feyre seemed to have redeveloped her affection for Lucien by the end of ACOWAR but it took way too long and she is still an ass even after everything he’s done for her and for the good of Prythian.

In Frost and Starlight with their fight that causes him to leave before the Solstice…by fucking god. I truly hate everything about this conversation. Feyre is just so wildly frustrating. I discussed it before so I feel like I don’t need to go a whole lot into it because I already ripped this scene apart word for word.

Chapter 18 of ACOFAS: I rose as well. ‘But Jurian and Vassa’s is fine?’ ‘You’d be surprised to see how well the three of us get along.’ Friends, I realized. They had somehow become his friends. ‘So you would rather stay with them?’ ‘I’m not staying with them. The manor is ours.’” ‘Interesting.’ His golden eye whirred. ‘What is.’ Not feeling very festive at all, I said sharply, ‘That you now feel more comfortable with humans than with the High Fae. If you ask me—‘ ‘I’m not.’ ‘It seems like you’ve decided to fall in with two people without their homes of their own as well.’”

Lucien talks about how he and Vassa and Jurian have been getting closer and Feyre gets almost jealous that he has found friends and a life outside of the Night Court and the Inner Circle.

Of course he wanted to find other friends besides you, Feyre. It’s not like you have welcomed him with open arms.

And then this quote: “It seems like you’ve decided to fall in with two people without homes of their own as well.”

So you’re admitting that the Night Court isn’t his home? That he’s not welcome here, he has no friends here?

And then she realizes she fucked up she tries to correct herself:

Chapter 18 of ACOFAS: “Lucien stared at me, long and hard. ‘Happy Solstice to you, Feyre.’” He turned toward the foyer, but I grabbed his arm to halt him. The corded muscle of his forearm shifted beneath the fine silk of the sapphire jacket, but he made no move to shake me off. ‘I didn’t mean that. You have a home here. If you want it.’”

He doesn’t want it. He talks about how he can’t go to Spring anymore not just to Tamlin but to the court outside of the manor because of how Feyre ripped down Spring. Feyre shows no remorse for that. And he also talks about how he can’t stand to be in Night around Elain. He doesn’t feel welcome here for all of those reasons and from the fact that you are just the worst friend ever.

And then she proceeds to make fun of the Band of Exiles and mock him despite the work they are doing for the land she used to live in as a human. The Band of Exiles is a stupid name but Feyre doesn’t have a right to call it bullshit.

They have not had any meaningful conversations about their friendship. They could sit down and actually talk about what happened like civil people, I think they both have to still fully admit where they were wrong and apologize for the mistakes they’ve made. But Lucien seems to have already apologized more than Feyre ever will. He apologizes, he says Feyre was a better friend than he was, he feels guilty, he says he needs to actually do something and he looks for redemption. In ACOWAR when he is still in the Night Court, he has better manners than Feyre does, he apologizes and says thank you so many times.

And their fight in ACOFAS is basically the last thing we got of their friendship because he does come to the solstice party in Silver Flames which I am amazed by actually. I feel like he is still holding on to Elain and his allyship (I’m going to call it allyship) with Feyre and the Inner Circle. After everything she’s done to him, he’s still pushing through it. And I think that makes him a better person than Feyre. Strong opinion but. Jesus.

I could go for even longer but I’ll stop and I’ll end by saying Lucien deserves better.

#lucien vanserra #lucien deserves better #pro elucien #pro lucien vanserra #anti feyre #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #acotar

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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Age Doesn’t Matter (or does it?) Pt. 2

summary: You meet a boy at a club on a night out but realize he looks younger than he says he is

pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N

genre: fluff/ smut

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You woke up with a massive hangover and for a second forgot about last night. That was until you picked up your phone to a hundred messages from Pablo, Pablo Gavi.

They started with a slight denial.

“What makes you think that??”

Then got a little freaked out.

“Did someone tell you that?”

And then came the confession.

“Yeah, I am.”

But it didn’t stop there.

“Okay yes I lied but you would never talked to me if you knew, I could sense your panic while asking my age and I freaked out I’m sorry but I didn’t want to blow my chance.”

“Did I blow my chance?”

Then he got agitated.

“Are you going to leave me on delivered for ever?”

“Why aren’t you saying something?”

“Are you asleep?”

You were in shock for most of the texts but him asking if you’re sleeping via text got to you and you started cracking up. He was a little too needy and now that you know you have a 4 year age gap and he’s a football star you just couldn’t continue this. However, his infatuation with you kind of made your heart flutter, he was too sweet and persistent for his own good. One text won’t hurt, you thought.

“Yes, I’m asleep at the moment.” you said and got a response in less than a minute.

“Ha ha very funny, have I told you I have a thing for funny girls?”

“You apparently also have a thing for older girls?” you teased. His age was still a problem.

“Maybe I have a thing for you.” and when you didn’t answer “Look I really am sorry I was just afraid you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if you knew my age.” and another “You know billions of people in relationships have age gaps and they all get along well.”

“Are you only this talkative when you’re sober or did I drink too much last night?”

“Okay I understand I’m not on your best side right now but I’m free tonight if you want to meet and I can show you why age doesn’t matter.”

Your mind went blank for a second and you remembered how his hands and lips made you feel last night, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone for a really long time and to be fair, Pablo looked far more attractive than any guy around you and his text just rose your heartbeat but your obsession with his age was nagging your brain constantly.

“I’m busy” you said terrified about his effect on you.

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t”

“The day after?”

“Can’t”

He sent a frowny face emoji and you thought it was the end of the conversation. It made you a little sad but you wouldn’t admit it but a few minutes later you got another text.

“What are you doing now?”

You stupidly thought this was just an ice breaker and said you were at home not doing anything.

“Then send me your address” he texted and you realized he wouldn’t give up easily. You mentally slapped yourself but gave him the address anyway. He said he’d be at yours in half an hour which was too little in your opinion, your home was a mess and so were you.

After taking a quick shower you weighed your options about outfits, it should be put together but not too fancy or he’d think you wanted to look good for him, which you did.

Finally you decided on biker shorts and an oversized crewneck. And you also applied some concealer under your eyes and started putting the dishes in your dishwasher and even stuffed all your clothes lying around your room to your closet hoping he wouldn’t snoop in there. Thank god your roommate was at work and you didn’t have to worry about her. As you were finishing up cleaning around the doorbell rang and you took a breath and saw Pablo on the side, your drunk mind didn’t play any games to you and he still was gorgeous. His hair was wet and he had a duffle bag on his shoulder smiling widely at you.

“Hi” he said timidly.

“Hi, come in” you said and let him in. “Were you at training?” you asked given his outfit and bag. He sat down on one side your L shaped sofa and you sat on the opposite side.

“Yeah, I came straight out of practice.”

“So when you texted me”

“Yes I was still on the pitch.” he said giggling.

You loved how much effort he put into just texting you but also hated how it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Would you like to drink anything?” you asked whilst getting up.

“Just water would be fine.” he shrugged and you got 2 bottles giving him one. You hated how your eyes diverted to his biceps while he was grabbing it. He really made this hard for you.

You both took sips and didn’t talk for a moment.

“Look Pablo, I” he cut you off with a kiss. His hands found your cheeks and you reciprocated after a second placing yours on his chest. He backed down after a moment to seize your reaction. But he saw you, eyes closed and enjoying yourself so he kissed you again. This time he was much more confident in his moves, he grabbed your waist and made you straddle him like you weighed nothing, getting you more aroused. Your legs were on both his sides as you never broke the kiss. He then started kissing your chin and neck making his way around your body and you used this opportunity to get rid of his shirt.

His hands held your lower back and you involuntarily rolled your hips against him invitingly. His eyes rolled back for a second and said “Can I?” and you just nodded. He took your hoodie off and saw you weren’t wearing any bra underneath.

“I see you’ve prepared for me.” he cockily smirked and you rolled your eyes but his confidence made you want him even more. He hungrily attacked your breasts with his mouth while you were rocking your hips and pulling the hair on the nape of his neck. You could feel his bulge underneath you growing every second. He then made you lay down on the couch and went for your leggings, looking to your eyes for permission.

“Please” you said in a small voice and were shocked about how needy you were. This was new to you.

He smiled and rolled your leggings down your legs. Suddenly you felt overly exposed and reality hit for a second until he saw you were wearing a burgundy lacy thong, he smiled but kept his mouth shut. You could practically see the lust in his eyes and that made all insecurities disappear. He started toying with the hem of your underwear and you were barely able to wait.

“C’mon Pablo I need you to show me age doesn’t matter.” you whined hoping to get some action and it seemed like it worked. He didn’t even took your thong off just shoved it aside and started to pepper some kisses around your core. He also started to rub your inner thighs and when you were about to complain again, he shushed you with a lick across your folds and all your words disappeared immediately. You forgot how to breathe for a second but Pablo kept on going and going until you were arching your back and screaming his name. After you came, he wanted to give you a moment to catch your breath but he was about to explode if he stopped now. He was a goner as soon as he heard his name roll over your tongue as high pitched moans. He freed his member and started running his hands over it a few times before reaching out his pocket and pulling a condom out, you rolled your eyes again but he smirked and said “I was hoping you’d want me as much as I want you”

He put it on your entrance and checked if you’re okay with this but all you could muster was a nod. You were still seeing clouds because of the orgasm he gave you mere seconds ago. He coated himself with your juices and pushed it in. You yelped at the feeling but he wasn’t going to give you time to adjust as he started thrusting with all his power. All the practice he goes through daily made his stamina another level and his movements never slowed down only sped up and after a while you both became undone.

Both of you were still trying to catch your breaths, his head was on your chest and his arms around your waist. He looked up at you and you melted, he looked like an angel even though he did some devilish stuff to you minutes ago, his eyes were the best brown you’ve ever seen with hints of honey and his post hair sex was even more appealing than his regular hair.

You didn’t say anything but he still understood what you wanted to say and kissed your lips, not like the previous ones fueled by lust, just adoration and you smiled into the kiss realizing maybe age really didn’t matter.

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note: okokok just hear me out, this is the first time i’m ever trying to write smut and i don’t even know what to think but i hope you enjoy it, lmk if you have any ideas

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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months

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Strawhats with Rob Lucci’s younger sibling? But they aren’t aware of CP9 due to ✨reasons✨ and just think their big brother wanted to work at Water 7

Anon, I have some extremely unfortunate news for you. My dyslexia pulled a fast one on me and completely omitted the word 'strawhats' from this request, and I didn't realize it until I had already finished writing it and came back to post it. I am so sorry, feel free to send this request in again if you want to give me another shot to properly answer it. I'm gonna be reading requests 50 times over just to make sure I don't do this again. I am mortified. Hope you like this regardless, so sorry again.

Estranged

Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling Reader

2.7k words

This was going to be a good thing for you, a healthy change of pace. An opportunity to move on from your past and no longer let it weigh you down. It was for the best, even if everything felt more than a little hollow right now.

After you finished putting away the rest of your belongings, you meander to the open window to take in your brand new surroundings. Water 7 was easily the most beautiful city you’d seen in your entire life.

A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into your small apartment. The walkway as well as the canal beneath you was busy, full of people going about their daily lives. Everyone here seemed so gleeful and carefree, as if they didn’t have a single problem hanging over them. You wonder if you’ll be able to fall into a similar state of mind.

Probably not, but you can dream.

Your train of thought is interrupted by your cat, Roberto, leaping up onto the windowsill next to you. You lightly scritched behind his ears as he looked down at the bustling city with his typical scowling expression. He was the grumpiest cat you’d ever met, but that just made his toleration of you all the more endearing in your humble opinion.

Shutting the window, you make your way to the door, “I’m gonna head out and take a look around the neighborhood, don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

Roberto barely spared you a glance before jumping down to the floor to curl up in a sunny spot to sleep. A small smile tugged at your lips. Yeah, you weren’t worried about him doing anything bad in your absence. For all his standoffishness, he was a very mild mannered cat. As long as his food and water bowl were filled (which they were), he was fine.

You’d barely made it out the door before a couple of kids went sprinting around you, narrowly avoiding a collision. One of them shouted a quick “sorry” over their shoulder but kept on running to wherever their destination was, giggling about who knows what.

They looked similar. Siblings probably. Just like that, your mood took a nosedive, much to your aggravation. How childish to be bothered by merely seeing two potential siblings. You needed to get over it already.

It’s not like you were ever going to see Lucci again. He was gone and you needed to accept that.

The relationship you had with your older brother was odd to say the least. Mostly in the sense that you didn’t really have one to go off of. The last time you’d seen him, you were three years old, so you two could only be so close.

At the time, you felt like you were thick as thieves with him. Wherever he went, you followed, and vice versa. He’d do everything with you. From tying your shoes before you figured it out, to letting you wear his top hat, to fighting anyone else at the orphanage that had the audacity to try and pick on you. Even back then, you could distinctly remember how stoic he was, but you never doubted that he cared about you. And also his pigeon, Hattori.

The only time you could recall where he was upset with you was when you’d spent the whole day pestering him to tell you about your parents. The orphanage was all you’d ever known, but surely he remembered something about them. After hours of changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you, he snapped, “It doesn’t matter! They aren’t here anymore, only I am. Just be happy with that and stop asking.”

You didn’t bring it up again. Not that you exactly had much of a chance to.

The following day was a strange one. Some men in suits showed up and took Lucci “on a walk”, not letting you come with. They never came back. When you asked the nun running the place where your brother was, she acted like she had no idea who or what you were talking about. It was as if he’d never existed.

Without your brother around to protect you, it became abundantly clear what a shithole that place was. You’d come to the sad realization that he’d been giving most of his food to you so you wouldn’t have to go hungry. There was also the issue of having to watch more and more kids disappear every couple of years and having no idea what happened to them or if you were going to be next. The general consensus between you and the remaining children was that they were being sold into slavery, but you never were able to confirm that.

As soon as you were old and strong enough to go off on your own, you did. For years you would bounce around the island doing odd jobs to stay alive all while trying to get a clue as to your brother’s whereabouts. Nothing ever came up, so when you scraped together enough money, you left for another island.

You repeated this cycle for years. Working, investigating, and then moving when the trail was cold. As disheartening as it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to give up. He wouldn’t give up if the roles had been reversed, so you wouldn’t either.

At least that’s what you told yourself at first. When you were first thinking this, you never imagined that he would still be missing over a decade later. You had never considered that you would genuinely never find so much as a hint to his whereabouts. Or his livelihood.

At this point, it was easier to assume he was dead.

“I could go for a drink,” you mumble to yourself as you take a look around and notice a bar. You’ve been so caught up in your own thoughts that at this point you don’t even know where exactly you are. How responsible.

You push open the door to the establishment and do a quick once over. It’s busy, but not crowded. You should be able to quietly enjoy a drink or two without much trouble.

The sound of wings flapping catches your attention, and the next thing you know, something lands on your shoulder and starts cooing. Slightly startled, you snap your attention to where it landed and see a white pigeon happily nestling itself into your neck.

Holding out your hand, you gently guide it onto your finger to get a better look at the bird. It’s wearing an adorable red necktie and looks positively thrilled to see you for whatever reason. Despite your previous bad mood, you can’t help but smile. You’ve always had a soft spot for birds. What a cutie.

Someone at a nearby table laughs loudly, “Look at that Lucci, even your bird is better at making friends than you are!”

Your blood runs cold.

“Lucci?” No. No it can’t be.

Slowly, you crane your neck around to look at where the voice had come from. That’s when you see it. The top hat. The dark, curly hair underneath it. Your breath catches in your throat as the man turns around. His facial expression is one of pure annoyance, until his eyes meet yours. Then he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

It’s him. He’s aged, obviously, but you would recognize those features anywhere. That’s your brother. That’s Lucci.

As if on autopilot, you mindlessly approached him, “Lucci, is that really you?” Your voice is so quiet that you’re not sure he could even hear you. He didn’t respond, so you continued, “I looked everywhere for you. Is this where you’ve been?”

Logically, you know you should be ecstatic to see him again, but as he continues to silently gawk at you something else creeps into your heart.

Rage.

“You gonna say something, or are you just gonna keep staring?” One of your hands snaps out to shove at his shoulder. Still nothing. “I’m your fucking sibling, your own flesh and blood, and this is how you treat me after all these years?! I thought you were dead!” His fists clench and unclench, and his breathing is becoming uneven, but he still won’t talk to you.

In a fit of fury, you snatch a pint of beer off the table and throw the contents of it in his face, “Fuck you, I never should have wasted my time looking for you!”

Hattori flies off you from the commotion and is circling the table. The patrons of the bar are mostly silent save for some gasps and hushed whispers, but you don’t hang around any longer. You can’t. You don’t want to let that bastard have the satisfaction of seeing the tears that are seconds away from spilling over.

How dare he? How dare he do this to you? You’ve spent all this time remembering him fondly, searching for any sign of him, and when you finally find him completely by accident, this happens. He gives you the silent treatment and acts like he doesn’t know you. You thought he was dead or a slave when in reality he was leading a normal life and getting a drink with his buddies.

Maybe he’d been glad to get rid of you.

You choke out a sob as you run, not sure where your feet are taking you but hoping to see anything that can point you to your apartment. All you want to do is to curl up in your bed with your cat and cry. Fuck it, maybe you’ll pack up your things and leave Water 7 tonight. You can’t stomach the thought of seeing him again now.

You can register the sound of someone running after you. Probably the guy whose drink you threw if you had to guess. Way to go, (y/n), making a scene and ruining your reputation within hours of moving to a new city. You don’t want to face the consequences of your actions though, and pick up the pace to try and get away from them.

This doesn’t work and they close the gap far quicker than you expected. Strong arms wrap around your torso, and they pick you up and carry you into some quiet alley. You try to kick and scream, but your kicks do absolutely nothing and a hand covers your mouth.

As soon as you’re out of sight of the general population, you’re put down and pushed into a wall. You can finally see who your assailant is, only to lock eyes with Lucci. Scoffing, you slap away his hand, “What? Now you want to talk?”

“Yes, I do,” his response surprises you. You hadn’t actually expected him to speak to you after how he was acting at the bar.

“Oh really? How come you didn’t want to talk before? Too embarrassed to speak with me in public?”

“I can’t speak with you publicly, but not for that reason.”

He didn’t elaborate further, but you decided to move on. There were a lot more things to get to. You cut to the chase, “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Forget this, he’s fucking with you at this point. You try to walk away from this pointless conversation, but he’s holding onto your wrist and won’t let go.

“I’m leaving, I don’t want to talk to you,” you’re trying to wrench your arm out of his grasp but he’s much stronger than you thought. He wouldn’t budge.

“We’re not done talking,” his eye twitched in irritation at your behavior.

“We never started talking! You aren’t saying anything meaningful, I would get more out of talking to a brick wall!” You screamed at him, trying not to start crying again.

While you’re trying to get away, you feel something land on your head. This makes you stop and calm down ever so slightly. The cooing immediately gives away that it’s Hattori. You hold up your hand for him to hop on. How is it that you’re connecting with the pigeon more than your brother? You sighed, “At least someone is happy to see me.”

From your peripheral vision, you can see Lucci stiffen and avert his piercing gaze. He grumbles a bit, “I am… Happy. To see you.”

You scoffed, “Wow, that sounded so convincing.”

Lucci released your wrist, and if it weren’t for Hattori thoroughly enjoying the attention you were giving him, you would have taken the opportunity to leave. You eyed him warily as he inched closer to you, looking incredibly unsure of what he was doing. Then his arms reached forward and enclosed around you in what was hands down the most stiff and awkward hug of your life.

He let go and took a couple of steps back, refusing to make eye contact with you, “There, do you feel better now?”

Your memories took you back to the time you’d scraped your knee while playing tag with Lucci when you were children. In typical little kid fashion, you were inconsolable from the minor injury. He carried you back to the orphanage and bandaged your knee himself, but didn’t know what to do when he saw that you were still upset. In a last ditch effort to get you to calm down, he’d brought you into this uncomfortable side hug while looking everywhere except for at you. The whole display was so silly looking that you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Despite everything that just transpired between you two, your heart felt warm. He hasn’t changed a bit after all. You chuckle, “No, that hug was terrible. Not to mention that now I smell like beer.”

“And whose fault is that?” His eyes narrowed at you accusingly.

“Yours for making me mad enough to throw it at you,” you laughed again at the dramatic eye roll he did in response.

“You’re the only person in the world who I would let get away with that, I hope you appreciate that,” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you shrugged off the comment, not putting much stock into it. The previously tense atmosphere had relaxed, but there was still some awkwardness to it. It was unavoidable really, after this much time apart you two didn’t know each other. What were you supposed to talk about? The questions you asked before went unanswered so now you didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing in Water 7?” Lucci had mercifully been the one to break the silence.

“I just moved here. Wanted a fresh start, you know? What about you? Can you at least tell me that?”

“I’m a foreman at the Galley-La Company, have been for a few years,” he states plainly.

You’re honestly surprised to have received a real answer. You decide to push your luck and ask another question, “How come you never came back?”

Lucci took his time mulling over how to respond, “I wasn’t able to. If I could have, I would, but it wasn’t an option. I can’t tell you why, but I need you to believe me. The second I’m in a position to do so, I will tell you, but for now I simply can’t.”

“What the hell are you tied up in?” Something bad is going on here, but you’ll be damned if you have any idea what.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Well, looks like he’s done answering your questions again. At least you made some progress. The awkward silence came back, and you found yourself wanting to go home. You needed time to take all of this in and decompress.

Setting Hattori onto Lucci’s shoulder, you tell him as much, “It’s been… Interesting seeing you again, but I’m tired and want to go home.” You don’t wait for him to respond before hurrying away.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucci closes the distance quickly and the look on his face leaves no room for argument. You suppose that’s fine. Him knowing where you live will make meeting up again later easier.

You have no idea how your relationship with him is going to evolve after this. Considering how much time has passed, it’s impossible for things to go back to how they were. Maybe you’ll be able to forge a new and improved sibling bond with him, but only time will tell.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #rob lucci #i am so embarrassed kill me

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weirdkpopgirl · 7 months

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Dark Hours | Mark Imagine #3

Title: Dark Hours

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of past self-harm, reader has a breakdown (yay)

Word Count: 594

Author's Note: Am I crazy for writing this at midnight and posting it an hour and a half later? Yeah, especially when I have a million other things to do. This was an idea that I just really wanted to get out, and I thought it was also a good opportunity to post something for Mark. I truly hope this story comforts anyone who is going through a hard time ^ ^

P.S. I am currently working on a few fics for different 7Dream members. In the meantime, I will try my best to post small things like this when I can!

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Mark quietly entered the mostly dark bedroom, where the only light came from the distant city lights filtering through the window shades. As he switched on his lamp, he was surprised to discover that you were still awake at this hour. You lay on your side of the bed, just as you always did. But your gaze seemed distant as it fixated on the ceiling above. In Mark's eyes, you looked so beautiful, yet so burdened by the invisible chains of your mind. He longed to free you from their grasp. But he knew it wasn’t that easy.

Without a word, he slipped beneath the deep blue covers and gently tugged you closer into his embrace. The warmth emanating from his body provided a stark contrast to the chill of your skin. Mark hoped to share his warmth physically. But he also wanted to share it emotionally.

Neither of you said anything and lay beside each other in silence. Then you felt the touch of Mark’s fingers tenderly tracing the faded pink and white scars on your thigh. Despite your legs being concealed beneath the comforter, he managed to find the textured lines etched across your bare skin.

Another two minutes of silence passed before Mark sensed your body beginning to tremble. It was then that he locked eyes with you, and they were brimming with tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worried he had done something wrong.

You cringed internally as your voice quivered when you whispered, “I’m sorry for hiding this from you for so long.”

“(Y/n)...” His lips parted, but for once he was at a loss for words.

The fact that he had only learned about this secret of yours earlier this week—after being together almost a year, weighed heavily in his thoughts. To only imagine that you had been suffering for so long, without anyone to guide you was deeply troubling to him. He wished so badly that he could’ve been with you during those dark hours.

Attempting to blink away the tears, you paused before confessing, “I just... I was afraid you'd look at me differently if you knew.”

Mark’s heart broke when he heard you say this. He moved his hand to gently cup the side of your face, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“Hey, those scars don't change how I feel about you, okay?” he reassured, his words resonating with sincerity. “I love you, (Y/n), every part of you.”

Unable to suppress your emotions any longer, you sobbed into his shoulder, your tears likely staining his shirt. Mark didn't hesitate to draw you closer and gently stroke your hair as you wept.

“You’re not alone anymore, (Y/n),” he whispered, “I’ll help you heal, and we’ll get through your darkest hours together.”

Eventually, your tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Mark used his thumb to gently wipe your cheek. You’ve never felt more grateful to have someone by your side.

With his thumb, he wiped away any lingering tears, and in response, you released a heavy sigh. “I love you so much,” you whispered. You could say those words over and over again.

Mark smiled a little before leaning in for a deep, slow kiss. “I love you more than words can express.”

The two of you instinctively snuggled closer, closing any remaining distance between the two of you. In the warmth of that moment, you both found solace in each other's arms, knowing that your love would conquer any darkness that life might throw your way.

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#nct dream #nctzen #czennie #nct dream imagines #mark #mark x reader #nct dream x reader #mark imagines #nct dream angst #nct dream scenarios #mark scenarios #mark lee #kpop angst #kpop #kpop imagines

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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for all you give (i’ll give it back to you)

ˣ pairing: marc spector/steven grant x reader

ˣ summary: after a bad day, marc and steven do everything they can to make you smile.

ˣ warnings: 1.6k wc, teeny bit of hurt/comfort but lots of fluff :) spoiler-free!

ˣ a/n: i wrote this prior to the finale dropping. i told myself that no matter what happens, today’s fic will be super fluffy and happy bc we deserve it. also, the title is from a song by the paper kites ft. lucy rose which is what i imagined was playing towards the end. hope you enjoy!

disclaimer—although i have some knowledge in DID, i am in no way an expert. if there are inaccuracies in its depiction in my writings, i sincerely apologize. please correct me as i do not intend to offend anyone.

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Steven notices it almost immediately.

Marc, however, has yet to say a word.

It had been late in the evening when you finally came home, the sun having long set under the horizon, a starry scene now painting the night sky. If it were any other evening, Marc would have called you out onto the balcony to revel at the sight together. A perfect way to wind down; a perfect moment to share with you.

But he could tell that something was wrong the second you walked into the flat, a heavy exhale fleeing from your lips. You kick your shoes off and hang your coat up without acknowledging either Marc or Steven, an act that worries them both even more.

“Hey, baby,” Marc greets once you get settled on the couch, your head thrown back over the cushion as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “You okay?”

The sofa dips under Marc’s weight when he comes to sit beside you, sliding an arm around the back of your shoulders. You soon mold into his warm body, and he wastes not a second more to tighten his embrace. He holds you close, your head just underneath his chin as you rest against the firmness of his chest. He softly brushes a kiss on your forehead, a gentle reminder of where you are, and that is, with him.

For some time, there’s only silence between the two of you. Marc refrains from interrogating you, letting you be for now as you listen to the sound of his lulling breaths. From the corner of his eye, he could see Steven in the mirror, biting his lip nervously and figuring out what had happened to you.

“Did they call you about anything? Send any texts?” Steven probes, wanting to quickly get to the bottom of things.

Marc shakes his head in response. The gesture causes you to crane your face up to him, and it’s the first chance he’s gotten to really take a look at you. His heart wrenches when your weary gaze meets his, and only then does he see the tears welling up in your eyes. Before you could rid yourself of them, Marc does it for you, the calloused pads of his thumb tenderly wiping them away. He’s careful doing so, his dark brown eyes searching yours for an answer, a hint, a clue. Anything.

“Don’t worry about it,” you tell him in a broken whisper. “It’s nothing. Just a bad day, that’s all.”

“Shhh… it’ll be okay. You’re going to be okay,” Marc croons, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind an ear. “You don’t have to talk about it right away. But I want you to know that we’re here— Steven and I.”

You nod once before rising up from the couch. “Thank you. Both of you. But I’m gonna try to nap for a little bit and see if it’ll make me feel better. I’m quite exhausted.”

“Yeah, of course. Go ahead,” Marc encourages though with a wavering voice. “Do you want me to go in there with you?”

“No, it’s alright. I just need my space, if you don’t mind,” you answer him. “I’ll be okay, promise. ”

It’s not enough to reassure Marc, but he doesn’t try to protest. Instead, he watches you disappear into the bedroom, the door clicking shut when it closes. Fighting the urge to go after you, he slumps back onto the couch, the quietness in the air weighing heavily down on him.

Framed pictures of you and Marc on the coffee table stare back at him in the dim light. You looked happy in those captured moments, your eyes shining as bright as the moonlit sky. A faint smile blooms on his face; his chest feels light at the thought of how much he dearly loves you, how he finds a home in you.

Marc knew that he had found someone special from the day you met. You’re one of a kind— delicate as a lotus flower on a warm day, with a beauty greater than paradise. His love for you flows deeper than the Nile, allowing himself to drown in it more and more each day.

You’d soften what was once a hardened heart, torn down walls that he’d been afraid to leave unguarded. You’re living proof to Marc that there’s still good out there. That good could still come to him, and he’s well-deserving of it despite his flaws, tragedies, and painful past. Never has he ever imagined life to turn out this way, spending every waking moment with a person that keeps him safe and warm. So happy and so loved. All things that he had never truly experienced until you came along.

For all that you’ve done for him, Marc would give you the universe if he could, yet it still wouldn’t be enough.

The least he could do now is come up with a way to show you just how much he truly cares.

“Marc?” Steven speaks to him through his reflection, breaking the quietude at last. “We should do something to lift their spirits.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “We should do something to make them smile again.”

A pause. Steven then releases an audible gasp, a brilliant idea swirling in his head.

“I’ve got a plan.”

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A fresh, delectable aroma that seeps into the bedroom is what wakes you from your short slumber. It causes your stomach to grumble from hunger, having forgotten to eat after arriving home. Initially, you were in no mood for food, but after catching a whiff of what’s cooking in the kitchen, you quickly change your mind.

“Marc?” You call out but get no response.

The hardwood floor is cold underneath your bare feet as you slowly saunter out into the hallway. Your pace only quickens when a sudden crash sounds, followed by a string of angry mutterings. Rounding the corner, you caught sight of Marc frantically running a hand under the faucet. Next to him is a metal baking sheet on the floor, and you hold back a chuckle.

This had to be Steven. Only Steven would bake you cookies at eleven at night. Clumsily, too, if you might add.

“Oh, hello, darling,” he beams after spotting you by the doorway. “I’m sorry for waking you with all that ruckus. The tray was still hot when I went to clear it. Kinda got distracted by these cookies here, heh.”

“Actually, the smell of the cookies brought me here,” you correct as you near him. “But wow, these look delicious, Steven. Bet they taste even better.”

“I made them just for you,” Steven states, handing you over one. “My chocolate chip cookies never fail to cheer you up.”

“That they do not,” you reply before taking a bite.

It was soft and warm, incredibly sweet like Steven’s adoring eyes, perhaps even more.

Steven’s heart flutters with utter glee as the first crack of a smile begins to show on your face, and he can’t help but do the same. The light in you is starting to kindle back to life again, and you seem more relaxed now, relieved from all of your earlier troubles.

But the night is far from over.

“Marc’s got a surprise for you, too, love,” he reveals as he steps away from the counter. “It didn’t take much convincing knowing how much this will make you happy.”

You furrow a brow at Steven. “A surprise, huh?”

“He sure does. Give us one moment.”

For a brief minute, Steven excuses himself out of the kitchen as you continue to munch on the treats he baked. Your heart warms with both excitement and adoration. Today had not been so kind nor fair, and you felt as though the world would cave in on you.

But then you came home. You returned to a home that loves you and cherishes you, one that promises you a lifetime of joy and laughter. A home built by the man you love with every fiber of your being and shared by the other who’d also capture your heart.

Your eyes widen as Steven reappears, this time with a guitar strapped around his neck.

This isn’t Steven, you think. No, it’s Marc. This could only be Marc.

“I haven’t done this in years, as you can tell,” he remarks with a small laugh, sitting on a stool before you. “Sorry if I sound a little rusty.”

Drawing in a breath, Marc starts to strum the strings of the guitar. It’s a gentle melody that he plays, one you recognize instantly as your favorite song. He sings softly, sweetly, the lyrics as genuine as his intentions. His voice soothes you, takes you to a place that only he and you would ever know.

It feels like heaven. This is heaven, and you’re being serenaded by an angel you call yours.

The song later ends, and you don’t realize it at first. When you finally do, you hop off your seat while Marc sets his instrument aside. He’s quick to meet your embrace, his hold on you strong, letting you know that no matter what life throws at you, he’ll forever be there, and he’ll never let go.

You stay like this for almost an eternity, holding each other close, basking in the blissful peace that the silence brings. The events earlier now wholly forgotten thanks to Marc and Steven’s efforts.

“Feeling better?” Marc asks you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I am. I’m feeling much, much better,” you murmur tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Marc whispers in the shell of your ear. “I love you, always.”

He feels you smiling against his skin.

And with it, he smiles, too.

- ☾-

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salembutnotthecat · 2 months

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Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Sixteen

prompt: waking up puking

hi yes sorry i died for a week. things were rough.

i swear i have other ocs. but something about making novak puke his pretty little guts out makes me happy inside. and i felt like that was a better thing to come back and write.

@monthofsick

if you have any questions, comments, or requests, feel free to send them.

tw emeto, fever, exhaustion, seizure mention (but no actual seizures this time)

Novak stood on the sidelines of the football field, observing the players as they ran through defensive drills. As the defensive coach for the Mavericks, he felt a sense of responsibility to ensure the team was performing at their best. Whether it was the defensive line, the offensive line, or even himself. Novak wanted everyone to perform at their best, even in practice.

For himself, he was desperate to perform at the top of his game, even though he was sidelined. He had to do well. He needed to prove that it wasn't a waste to move him to the coaching position that was open when he couldn't play anymore, not safely anyway. And usually, Novak was good at what he did. He was tough, but not relentless. He was determined for his team to do the best they could do, even in practice, and would hardly accept anything else.

But today, he felt like he was failing them. Novak couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that seemed to weigh him down with each passing minute.

The sun beat down relentlessly on the field, intensifying the heat and adding to Novak's discomfort. Despite the temperature, he felt a chill run through his body, accompanied by a persistent ache in his muscles. Novak rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the throbbing headache that had been plaguing him all morning.

As the practice continued, Novak found it increasingly difficult to focus on the drills. His movements felt sluggish, and he struggled to keep up with the fast pace of the players. Every step seemed to take more effort than usual, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of fatigue that weighed heavily on him.

Still, Novak pushed through, determined not to let his team down. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep moving, ignoring the protests of his tired body. He couldn't afford to show any weakness, especially not in front of his players. He didn't even know why he felt so... bad. Yuliya had been sick, he took care of her. But surely, Novak told himself, that wasn't what caused that. It couldn't be. Not right now.

He checked his watch briefly. His heart rate looked fine. He didn't feel like he was really at risk for a seizure, so at least that was good. He sighed to himself, before going back to his clipboard and resuming his duties, taking off his sweatshirt in hopes to make himself feel at least a little better.

As practice dragged on, Novak's condition only seemed to worsen. The pounding in his head grew more intense, and a wave of nausea swept over him. He staggered slightly, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

Despite his best efforts to hide his discomfort, one of his assistant coaches noticed Novak's struggle.

"Hey, Novak, you alright?" Kyle asked, concern evident in his voice.

Novak forced a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, just a little tired. My girlfriend, she was sick over the weekend. SO I'm just a little worn out. Nothing to worry about."

But Kyle wasn't convinced. "You don't look so good. Maybe you should take a break, get some water or something."

Novak shook his head. "I'm fine, really. I'll tough it out."

With a shrug, Kyle reluctantly backed off, but Novak could tell that his condition hadn't gone unnoticed. He cursed himself for not being able to hide it better. The last thing he wanted, especially after the incident in July, was for anyone to be paying extra close attention to him. Even for a short time.

As practice continued, Novak struggled to keep his focus, his vision blurring at the edges. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and he counted down the clock until he could go home and crash. Maybe that was all he needed, an early night and he would be fine in the morning.

Novak had hardly stepped in the door when his mom came out. She immediately noticed the fatigue etched on his face and the weariness in his eyes, he could see her worry on her face. The thought made him feel guilty.

"Novak, you don't look well," Marina said, her voice filled with worry.

Novak forced a smile. "I'm just tired, Mom. Yuliya was sick over the weekend, you know... I took care of her. And took care of Elya. I'll probably just go to bed early tonight."

Marina studied him for a moment, unconvinced by his explanation. She knew her son well enough to sense when something was off, and today, Novak seemed more than just tired.

"Are you sure that's all it is?" Marina pressed, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Do I need to call Willow?"

"I'm not going to have..." Novak couldn't make himself finish the sentence, "I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"Alright, słoneczko," Marina said, trying to hide her concern. "Why don't you sit down and rest? I'll make us some tea."

Novak nodded gratefully, sinking onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Marina disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Novak alone with his thoughts, trying to piece together why exactly he felt so fucking exhausted. He was tired, but it was more than that. Something told him it was much more than that.

Before he knew it, Novak's eyelids grew heavy, and he succumbed to the irresistible pull of sleep. Unaware of his own actions, he drifted off into a restless slumber, his body craving the rest it so desperately needed.

Yuliya's hands running through his hair are somehow incredibly comforting and makes his skin crawl at the same time.

He opened his eyes, staring at the living room ceiling. His head was pounding, the living room lights made him cringe and close his eyes again.

"You're sweating..." Yulia said, he heard the sound her her rubbing her hands on her leggings, "Do you feel okay?"

Novak mustered a weak nod in response to Yuliya's question, though he knew it was far from the truth. His body felt like it was on fire, and each movement sent waves of nausea rippling through him. Novak struggled to form a coherent response, his mind fogged by fatigue and the relentless throbbing in his head. He managed a weak nod, though he knew it wasn't entirely truthful.

"Just tired," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just need some rest."

Yuliya's brows furrowed with concern as she observed Novak's pale complexion and the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. She reached out to touch his cheek, her hand coming away warm and clammy.

"You're burning up," she said softly, her worry palpable in her voice. "I think you might have a fever."

Novak's stomach churned uneasily at her words, a wave of nausea washing over him. He swallowed hard, trying to push back the rising tide of sickness threatening to overwhelm him.

"I'll be fine," he insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.

Yuliya's expression softened with understanding as she gazed at Novak with unwavering concern.

"Let's get you to bed," she said gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "You need to rest."

"I have to get Elya from-"

"Your mom took care of it," Yuliya said, "She's worried. Come on, lets get you in bed..."

Yuliya helped Novak to his feet, supporting him as they made their way to the bedroom. Novak's legs felt like lead, each step a struggle against the mounting exhaustion and dizziness.

Once they reached the bed, Novak sank down onto the mattress with a weary sigh, his body feeling heavier than usual. Novak laid on top of his sheets. He felt entiely uncomfortable, and though he felt slightly cold, he was sure the added feeling of sheets on his skin would send him into an overstimulated spiral.

Yuliya sat beside him, gently brushing her fingers through his hair, carefully detangling the ash blond locks that grew tangled from how wet they were from sweat.

"Do you want to change?" Yuliya asked.

Novak thought about it. And he thought about not changing. Just dealing with it. But, he figured he would probably be more comfortable. So, he nodded, forcing himself to his feet and grabbing a change of clothes. Yuliya looked away, occupying herself by picking things up off the floor. Her clothes, his clothes, she tossed them in the bin.

"I'll probably wash these when you fall asleep, okay?" Yuliya said.

Standing made Novak dizzy, he grabbed his dresser as he pulled on some comfortable clothes. He almost didn't answer, his brain not cooperating.

"You don't have to," Novak said, laying back down.

Yuliya sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Novak's shoulder. Yuliya was the only exception in terms of his touch aversion. At least, to a degree.

"Try to get some sleep," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Novak's clammy forehead. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Novak nodded weakly, his eyelids already drooping with fatigue. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would offer some relief from the relentless ache in his head and the queasiness in his stomach.

Despite the exhaustion, Novak drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time he surfaced from the depths of sleep, Novak found himself enveloped in a fog of disorientation and confusion. His head throbbed with an intensity that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of his being, pulsing with each beat of his feverish heart.

His room is dark when he finally managed to pry his heavy eyelids open, the world swam in a dizzying haze before him. The room spun around him, tilting and swaying with each movement, leaving him feeling nauseous and unsteady, even as he laid down. He felt the weight of Yuliya behind him, her hand resting on the side of his head, as if she dozed off while lightly scratching the side and back of his head with her nails, as she always did. It was comforting, it made him feel better. Usually.

Now her hand just rested there, a surprinsingly comfortable pressure he could focus on that wasn't the nausea, wasn't the headache.

His stomach churned with a queasy unease, threatening to rebel against him at any moment. Novak clenched his jaw tightly, willing himself to hold back the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Despite his best efforts, he could feel the telltale signs of impending sickness clawing at the back of his throat, a bitter taste flooding his mouth with each ragged breath he took.

Novak's limbs felt heavy and leaden, as if weighed down by an invisible force that sapped him of his strength and vitality. He longed to rise from the suffocating confines of his bed, to escape the oppressive grasp of illness that held him captive.

But try as he might, he found himself trapped in a state of being unable to muster the energy to move. He tasted saliva in his mouth, swallowing hard and shuddering against it.

The slight shudder must have woke Yuliya. He heard her behind him, heard her hum softly and sit up, reaching over him to turn on his lamp on his nightstand, Yuliya's concern deepened as she watched Novak struggle, his pale complexion contrasting starkly against the rumpled sheets of the bed. She could see the distress etched into the lines of his furrowed brow, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his clammy skin.

"Novak, are you alright?" Yuliya's voice was laced with worry, her hand brushing over the side of his face, pushing back sweaty hair. He glanced at his watch, his phone was sitting on the nightstand. At least it wasn't that... she figured.

Novak couldn't even bring himself to shake his head at first. His throat constricted with the effort of holding back the rising tide of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Every slight movement sent a fresh wave of dizziness crashing over him, leaving him feeling light-headed and disoriented.

He tried to will himself to move, to push past the suffocating weight that pressed down on him from all sides. He needed to get up, to run to the bathroom, or to his desk, where his trash can was. Something, anything. But his limbs felt leaden and unresponsive, as if anchored to the mattress by invisible chains that refused to loosen their grip.

As the minutes ticked by, Novak's resolve began to waver, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the relentless onslaught of sickness tightened its grip around him.

"Novak.. Novak hey," Yuliya said, "What's wrong?"

Desperation clawed at his chest as he struggled to keep the roiling contents of his stomach at bay, his muscles tensed with the effort of holding back what he tried not to imagine was the remains of lunch and breakfast, and maybe dinner from the day before. He could finally move, briefly, only enough to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Shit," Yuliya said, starting to go to get up and grab something.

Novak shook his head. He needed to move, he tried to move. But he couldn't. That was when the panic started to set in.

Maybe he could just... breathe. Maybe he could settle his own stomach. Maybe, maybe.

But despite his best efforts, Novak could feel the telltale churn of his stomach intensifying with each passing second, a grim reminder of his body's relentless betrayal in the face of illness.

As soon as Yuliya set down the trash can, then he could move. He moved just enough to grab the bin. It was milliseconds vefore he started heaving, his body trying to purge whatever dared make him feel so disgusting.

Yuliya watched with a mixture of concern and helplessness as Novak's body convulsed with each violent heave, his features contorted in agony as he struggled to expel the contents of his roiling stomach.

She moved closer, her hand hovering uncertainly over his trembling form, wanting desperately to offer comfort but unsure of how to help.

"Easy, Novak," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "Just let it out. You'll feel better once it's all out of your system."

Novak could only nod weakly in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out the storm of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. He clung to the trash can with a white-knuckled grip, his knuckles turning pale with the effort of holding on.

With each retch and gag, Novak felt a small measure of relief wash over him. Each wave of sick made his stomach feel less tense and full.

At one point, Novak stopped briefly to take a breath. His body giving him a split second relief. But when the nausea kicked back up again, this time Novak knew he coulf make it to the bathroom. And make it to the bathroom he did.

He bolted, abandoning the trash bin, knowing there was more in his system. Sure enough, as soon as he was on his knees if front of the toilet he was vomiting again.

Yulia sat it the doorway. Wincing as Novak retched up more and more waves of sludge from his stomach. Waves of gods knew what. Yuliya moved a little closer.

Yuliya reached out a gentle hand to brush the sweat-dampened hair from Novak's forehead, her touch comforting.

Novak continued to heave for what felt like an eternity. But finally, finally he was left gasping, trying to catch his breath.

He looked at Yuliya, who offered a small smile.

“It’s gonna be a long night, my love…” Yuliya said softly. “But, I’ll be right here.”

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #fever cw #fever tw #emetophilia #novemetober 2023 #sick novak daskalov #seizure mention tw #novemetober rescheduled

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 3 months

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Confessions on the Marauder

Echo x Reader

Summary- You and Echo finally have a moment alone on the Marauder. Of course the pressure gets to one of you, and confesses.

A/N- This is my first time writing for this fandom :) ! Possible OOC Echo, feel free to let me know any way I can improve! Love you all!!!

Word Count- 1,108

Defective. That's what you were told your whole life. Actually, that's what you were literally labeled since day one. A defective clone.

Unlike the rest- you didn't get any cool advancement. No special abilities. The only thing wrong- you were born female. How could the Kaminoan's be so careless! Ha, a female!

The thought almost made you want to laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

"Whats so funny?" Echo asks, craning his head from the 'Pilot' seat. You glanced from your seat next to him.

"Nothing important." He eyed you a moment longer before focusing on leaving hyperspace. The ship jolted, signaling the completion.

While typically Tech would be flying with Echo as Co-Pilot, this mission was different. Cid had sent just you and Echo to retrieve a package for her. A simple mission that was successful.

"Echo?" You asked, keeping your gaze out the window on purpose. Eyeing the planet you were getting closer to.

"Hm?" He responded.

"Can we not land yet?" You said, hesitant.

He slowed down the craft significantly, though still moving. "What for, we've got the package?"

"Yeah, I know. I just... I'm not ready to go back yet." You faced your fears and turned to look his way. To your surprise you were met with his gentle eyes, no sign of judgment.

"Did something happen?" Echo worried himself.

"No, no." You fought to tell him the truth, wavering.

"Then whats wrong?" To anyone who didn't know him, he might have sounded blunt and rude. You knew it was his own way of showing how he cared.

"Its just, it seems like forever since we've gotten a break. Mission after mission after mission." He kept his hands on the controls of the ship, but eyes on you. He waited for you to continue.

"In here, just us two... It's really relaxing." You said, trying not to sound too cliche.

"I can ask Hunter for you to sit the next mission out, you can stay with Cid." He suggested, trying to find a solution.

"It's not that Echo, I'd just feel guilty that I wasn't helping out. Pulling my weight y'know?" You were slightly hurt, thinking he missed the comment about the two of you.

"Five minutes. Five minutes of sitting here, no one knowing. Not being on guard every second, please?" This wasn't like you, but the crumbling weight of work and stress had put you at rock bottom. Desperate for a break.

Echo looked at you, understanding flashing through his eyes. He didn't respond, instead picked up his comlink.

"Minor detour, the package was distributed to the wrong planet. We've located it and are heading that way." Responses were exchanged, but it seemed everyone bought the lie.

You thanked him as he let the Marauder hover.

A few moments of silence went by. At first it was comfortable, but then you started to feel nervous. The reality of you and Echo being alone in the ship sunk in.

The man you had a crush on since you could remember. You wouldn't dare tell him, worried that he wouldn't feel the same. How could you continue on the team with denial weighing in the air.

You tried your best to seem smooth as you looked over to him.He sat with his eyes closed. Not asleep, just basking in the moment.

Eventually the silence got to you. You had to say something.

"How long do you think we'll do this?"

He peaked open his eyes, an indescribable look on his face. "This?"

You grew hot in the face. "I mean, the missions, working for Cid, fighting. Do you have any plans... after?"

"Well, I haven't put much thought into it. Were clones, it's just what clones do. I assume things are bound to change when Omega is old enough to look after herself." You started to pick at your nails, nervously, but stopped yourself in embarrassment.

You took a breath in to respond, but he continued.

"I do know that, as long as you're here. Then i'm content." You had never perked up so fast in your life, heart beating rapidly. He looks over at you, seemingly calm.

You take another deep breath, "Me? What if there's someone else, someone you want to make a different life with."

He looked at you with seriousness in his eyes. Not a shred of doubt in his next words. "There is no one else. No one else I would want anything else with. There's only you." He said it as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.

"Why?" You immediately regretted your words. He just confessed and you froze up.

"Because I love you." He looked you dead in the eyes. You stood up from your seat, heart beating faster than any battle you'd been in.

He must have stood out of instinct, because he followed you up.

"Are you sure?" You asked, believing this was a dream.

"Yes."

It only took a single step to be as close as you could to him. Your breast pressed up against his chest. You tip-toed your way up to his face. Smashing your lips against his, dreadful in experience but just as lovely.

"I love you too, I have for years..." You claimed as you slightly pulled away, your foreheads touching.

You two simply breathed in each other for a moment, panting.

You pressed in for another kiss, just before your comlink went off. You heard Hunter calling your name and then- "...Echo! What's your current status?" Damn.

Echo responded before you could even get your thoughts straight. You mind hazy from the kiss. "Got the package, en-rout to Ord Mantell. Eta is still unknown." He lied, glancing at the said planet right in front of us.

You continued to stare up at him as he responded to Hunter, almost in a daze.

The second Hunter went out, Echo came down for another kiss, holding the small of your back.

After what felt like hours of kissing, you pulled away. The lack of oxygen dared you to take a step back, but you sharply breathed in through your nose.

Looking up at him, you realized he wasn't near as out-of-breath as you. He simply waited for your next move, patiently.

"What does this make us?" You asked, still pressed up against him.

"Whatever you want it to be..."

You smiled at this, responding with "I want it to be something. I want us to be something."

"Then we're something..." He leans down for one last kiss. Before the two of you have to break your pretty little bubble and return to reality. But for now, it was just you and Echo. Oh, and that secret something.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Tags (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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i'm posting about it cause it feels better to be transparent with my issues rather than sitting here and passively being Problematic™️, and also i'm curious if anyone else has this problem

it was a problem while i was in the dragon age fandom, and it's a problem now. i struggle with internalised misogyny when it comes to the bg3 fandom.

there's definitely areas where cis women do need to be called out - when they consistently make female characters with blonde hair and blue eyes and poreless faces that literally make them look like children. when they make mods to 'beautify' the companions because having any form of wrinkles or variation in facial features is ugly, apparently.

but, i dunno. there's this thing in my brain that sees women ocs and gets prejudiced. that if she's wearing revealing outfits then she's being objectified, if she's romancing a male character then it's a boring heterosexual relationship, things like that. which is gross of me. so many (cis) women are out here making gorgeous tavs and creating meaningful stories for themselves, and it's misogynistic of me to make these belittling assumptions of what they do.

this is the paragraph that i try to provide a reason, not an excuse - i'm pretty sure that a lot of transmasculine people have a complicated relationship with femininity. i had a huge Not Like the Other Girls phase, all the perfectly gender-conforming girls bullied me in school, gender dysphoria makes me uncomfortable with the possibility of myself being feminine. it also didn't help that one time i followed a cis woman's tumblr and told myself "it'll be fine, the average person is totally reasonable and i shouldn't feel hostile" and then they proceeded to be transphobic. (yeah, they corrected themself after i pointed it out, still fucking sucked that it fed into my narrative though.)

but that doesn't mean i get to handwave my misogyny. it means i accept my problems, and i deal with them.

i've created an Us vs. Them problem in my head. yes, i will always prefer talking to other queer folks with queer ocs because that's where i feel comfortable. yes, i will always be uncomfortable if i'm listening to a cishet woman talk about her picket fence, nuclear family fantasy with her favourite male character - she has a right to create & enjoy that, but i'm staying 100 miles away.

but it's still not right of me to feel automatically uncomfortable around a lot of cis folks and proceed to make unfair presumptions about them based on this discomfort, even if i have been uncomfortable all my life as a marked person.

feel free to call me an asshole, because i am. i own up to it. if any other transmascs want to weigh in on this i'd really appreciate it.

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comicarc · 2 days

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𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

A take on what happened to Claire, Leon, and Sherry after the Raccoon City incident where they meet the reader.

wc: 2010

Two strangers sat at the bar scar ridden with guns latched at their sides. After quite the eventful night, they drowned their nightmares in alcohol. Of course, anyone in their situation would most definitely have done the same, yet others in the bar did not extend this courtesy.

“So, Claire , any plans after we get back on our feet?” One stranger spoke as he inhaled another bottle of wine.

“I’m going to follow through on what I started. I just know Chris is alive out there, waiting to be found. How about you, Leon ?” Claire gestured to Leon.

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell won’t be going back to work any time soon. I’ll just spend the rest of my days enjoying the delectable taste of alcohol.”

After two hours of drinking, I asked the two, “Y’all ready to pay off your tab yet?”.

“Yeah, sweetheart , one sec,” Leon replied before reaching into his pocket. All he managed to pull out was the inside of his empty pockets. He turned his head to Claire to which she shrugged her shoulders.

Both were armed and seemed to be dangerous. It would be a bad idea to provoke them, so I offered, “Oh what the hell. You two look like you’ve been through hell. Your drinks are on the house.” Looking into Leon’s mesmerizing blue eyes I continued, “My courtesy, pretty boy .”

Despite their intimidating presence, they were kind enough to profusely thank me as they both left the bar and headed into the motel nearby. They seemed to look friendlier than they had before they entered the bar, but the feeling of death still loomed near them.

Curious about their circumstances, I ended my shift for the night and followed them into the motel. I know it's bad to spy on people, especially strangers, but there was something off about them. Heading to the front desk, I booked a room on their floor.

In my head, I weighed the pros and cons of spying on them. If I was to find out that they were really bad people or they needed help, I couldn’t forgive myself for not acting when I had the chance. On the other hand, they could be trying to enjoy a vacation, but who would want to come out to the middle of nowhere? Seeing as I was already in my hotel room, I decided to continue my spying.

I paced around the room for an hour, trying to form a plan in my head when I heard a door open. Peaking from the peephole in the door, I saw Leon talking to Claire and a young girl about getting some new clothes and money. He was very handsome, so it made sense he was already taken. Despite my disappointment, I continued observing the couple. Eventually, Leon left and headed out of the hotel.

An hour later I heard his footsteps in the hallway. Looking through the peephole once again, I saw Leon slowly walking down the hall. He was stumbling with every step until he fell and let the bags in his hands disperse. Without thinking I opened my hotel door and rushed to his side, helping him up.

“Are you ok?” I inquired.

Startled by my touch he got up and took a step away from me before answering, “Sorry about that, and thanks for your concern. I’ve had one hell of a night so I’m still a bit on the edge.”

I bent down to pick up the items that fell from his bag and handed them to him. With a smile, I continued, “I know it isn’t in my place, but you and your wife both looked spent in the bar, so I was wondering…what happened to you both?”

After a few moments of processing my words, Leon laughed heartily as if I told him the best joke he had ever heard. After settling he explained, ”You mean Claire? She isn’t my wife, we just met last night. As for what happened to us…we escaped from Raccoon City, and I’m sure you’ve heard the news of what’s happened there recently.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought with the guns and the scars that you lot were dangerous. Darn me and my wild imagination. If you need anything, feel free to let me know, I’m staying in the room right there.” I gestured.

“Thanks.” He walked down to his room and winked at me before entering.

- Later That Afternoon -

As I entered the motel's common area, I noticed Claire and Sherry sitting at a table, engrossed in a game of cards. The room was filled with a warm ambiance, and I decided it was the perfect opportunity to introduce myself and join their company.

Approaching the table with a friendly smile, I said, "Mind if I join you two? I've been meaning to introduce myself properly. I'm y/n."

Claire looked up, her eyes lighting up with a welcoming expression. "Of course, y/n. It's nice to have some company. I'm Claire, and this is Sherry."

Sherry glanced up from her cards, her gaze filled with curiosity. "Hi, nice to meet you," she said shyly.

Taking a seat at the table, I continued, "So, what game are you two playing?"

Claire shuffled the deck of cards and smiled. "We're playing Go Fish. It's a classic. You're more than welcome to join us."

With a nod of gratitude, I settled into the seat beside them and observed a few rounds. As the game progressed, we engaged in lighthearted conversation, discussing our favorite hobbies, and interests.

Amidst the laughter and friendly banter, I couldn't help but notice the bond between Claire and Sherry. It was evident that they had become a makeshift family, supporting and caring for each other during their challenging journey.

After a few games of Go Fish, I decided to take a moment to address Sherry directly. Leaning forward, I asked with genuine interest, "Sherry, what do you enjoy doing for fun? Any hobbies or activities you're passionate about?"

Sherry's eyes sparkled with excitement, and a small smile graced her lips. "I love drawing and reading," she replied. "Sometimes, Claire lets me borrow a book or a notebook to draw."

"That's wonderful," I replied, genuinely impressed. "Do you have any favorite books or artists?"

As Sherry began to share her favorite books and artists, her shyness faded away, replaced by a growing enthusiasm.

Eventually, Sherry grew tired and headed back to their motel room to fall asleep. Now, standing at the entrance of their doorway, Claire leaned against the frame staring off into space.

"You seem lost in thought," I remarked, curiosity piqued. "Is everything alright, Claire?"

She let out a wistful sigh before responding, "It's just that... Sometimes, I can't help but think about my brother, Chris. He's been missing for so long, and I still hold onto the hope that he's out there somewhere."

I reached out, placing a supportive hand on her arm. "I can't even begin to imagine how difficult that must be for you, Claire.”

A small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a worn photograph. She handed it to me, saying, "Working at a bar in the middle of nowhere, you’ve probably seen all sorts of people right?”

I nodded and she continued, “This may be a long shot but this is a picture of Chris. It's the only physical memento I have of him. Have you…seen him by any chance?"

I took the photograph gently, examining it. In the picture, a determined-looking man with a kind smile stared back at me. I could see the family resemblance between Claire and Chris, a shared strength that ran through their features.

“I remember him. He came with someone else a while back, talked about heading east. I hope that helps.”

A flicker of hope danced in Claire's eyes as she leaned in closer, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Thank you…"

- An Hour Later -

I was relaxing on a bench outside the motel, preparing for another late-night shift at the bar. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow across the street. It was then that I noticed Leon approaching, his charismatic smile lighting up his face.

"Hey there," he greeted me, sliding onto the bench beside me. "Mind if I join you?"

A playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I scooted closer to make room. "Of course not. I could use some company."

We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence. The quiet ambiance of the evening allowed our unspoken emotions to intertwine in the air. My curious glance at him quickly turned into a hungry stare.

The amber rays danced upon his features, highlighting the rugged lines of his face and giving him an almost ethereal glow. His expressive blue eyes, softened under the evening sky, reflecting the hues of the setting sun. The fading light played upon his chiseled jawline and the hint of stubble, adding a touch of rugged charm to his already captivating presence. As the sunlight bathed him, it brought out the subtle shades of warmth in his tousled chestnut hair, lending it a radiant sheen. Stray locks gently brushed against his forehead, giving him an effortless and carefree appearance. A soft breeze stirred, causing his attire to flutter gently. The fabric of his shirt clung to his form, hinting at the sculpted muscles beneath.

He caught on to my intrusive gaze and turned to me, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I never expected to find someone like you in a place like this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Just…you entrance me.”

“Oh really,” I let out a light chuckle.

In the heat of the moment, I leaned forward toward him. Leon leaned closer, closing the gap between us. His lips brushed against mine in a tender, lingering kiss.

Pulling away, Leon began, “Y’know what’s funny?”

“What?”

“I never caught your name.”

“Well, I guess you’ll find out next time,” I taunted, as I got off the bench and walked toward the bar.

- The Next Morning -

Claire had opted to leave early in the morning, leaving Sherry and Leon alone with me. As I ended my shift at the bar in the early hours of the morning, headed to the motel to meet the two. As I stepped into the hotel lobby, excitement brimming in my heart, I froze in disbelief at the sight before me.

Agents clad in dark suits and stern expressions surrounded Leon and Sherry, gripping their arms firmly, their determination evident in their actions. Leon's eyes widened in shock, while Sherry's face contorted with fear and confusion.

"Wait! What's happening?" I called out, my voice trembling with a mixture of concern and desperation. But my words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the agents continued their forceful extraction of Leon and Sherry from the hotel.

At that moment, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me forward despite the fear that gripped me. I rushed towards them, my mind racing with a million questions and the need to protect the newfound connections we had forged.

"Stop! Please, let them go!" I pleaded, my voice filled with raw determination. But my protests seemed futile against the unyielding authority of the agents.

Leon's gaze met mine for a fleeting second, a mix of frustration and helplessness mirrored in his eyes. I could sense his silent plea, urging me to stay safe and not put myself in harm's way. But I couldn't bear to watch them being dragged away without putting up a fight.

As they walked Leon out the door, he called out, “When I come back, will you go on a date with me, sweetheart ?”

I replied with tears welling in my eyes, “Only if you trade that gun for some roses pretty boy .”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #claire redfield #sherry birkin #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #angst #angst with a sad ending #fluff #re2 remake

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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your fics and blurbs are absolutely incredible 😭 if you feel like it, would you feel comfy writing about reader dropping into subspace after a rough session with seb and the aftercare is just sooooo soft and like he kisses over her and coos how good of a job she did, gets her to drink some juice and eat a little something even though she’s just all fcked out and he’s just telling her what a good girl she is 🥹 thank you for your writing!💕

Keep in mind everyone I don't have a lot of experience with subspace, so remember this is not how it is for everyone!! ❤️

Sebastian Stan x Reader; vaginal sex, subspace, aftercare, praise

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Sebastian was pounding you into the mattress, legs in the air, hooked over his shoulders. Your arms were above your head, hands grasping the headboard so tightly you couldn't feel your fingers anymore. Sebastian had already given you at least four orgasms, pulling them out of you slowly, with vibrators, hands, spanks, licks, kisses, thrusts.

You were near delirious, babbling nonsensically, a mixture of 'please's and 'Seb's, a few 'green's and 'more's thrown in there.

"Oh baby girl, I don't think you can take much more, but if you want it," he grinned, and doubled the force of his thrusts, making you scream until you were hoarse.

Sebastian reached down and pinched your clit, rolling it between his fingers, your eyes rolling as your body spasmed, twitching tightly as you came. You slumped against the bed when it was over, aftershocks racing through you as Sebastian kept thrusting.

"Seb- Seb, love...my Seb," my mumbled, already floating inside your head. Your body was loose, heavy, like a gravity blanket was weighing you down from all sides. Little sparks of pleasure were dancing in the back of your brain as Sebastian kept moving.

"That's it baby, you just lay there for me, let me use you," Sebastian grunted, fucking you quickly, pressing a kiss to your ankle then biting it sharply as his hips stuttered. He came deep inside you, rutting into your cunt. You were pretty sure you moaned absently as you were filled, pinpricks of sensation lancing through you where he gripped you: your hips, your legs, your hands, your neck.

Sebastian pulled out gently once he had softened most of the way, getting on his stomach and rubbing your thighs as he pressed soft kisses to your still lightly throbbing pussy.

"That's my girl, did so good today baby, took more than usual, absolutely perfectly. Never known anyone better than you baby girl." Sebastian started trailing kisses up your body, keeping them sweet and gentle. You felt each one like a brand, white-hot but not with pain, just a deep feeling. "You still floatin' pretty girl? Yeah, you're feeling good aren't you sweetheart." Sebastian paused, up to your neck now, pulling back to look at your closed eyes.

"That's my good little girl, you did such a good job sweetheart." He sat up carefully, maneuvering until he was sitting against the headboard with your back against his chest, your head lolling against his shoulder.

"Can you look at me sweet girl? Need to get a little something in you, come on, there she is," Sebastian smiled at you, meeting your glazed stare. You couldn't focus, only knowing you loved Sebastian so much and he kept you so safe and made you feel so good. You smiled dopily, eyes fluttering as you tried to purse your lips. Sebastian chuckled and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a quick peck. Your mouth was slack when he pulled away, turning his head and reaching his hand out to up a juice bottle.

"Here sweetheart, drink this and eat a little food, then I'll give you all the kisses you want," he promised, turning back to you and huffing, seeing drool spill out of your mouth. "Come on baby, head up." He held you up with one arm, holding the juice bottle to your mouth and tipping it slowly back.

The cool liquid flowed onto your tongue and you swallowed reflexively, moaning at the taste. You drank clumsily, spilling over your chin and down your neck and chest, sticky on you and Sebastian when you pressed against him.

When he took the bottle away you gasped heavily, and he placed a piece of fruit in your open mouth. You closed it, biting down into sweetness, a smile forming on your face.

"Good girl, you just eat a few more for me and I'll kiss every inch of that beautiful body baby, let you float as long as you want okay?" Sebastian asked as he placed another piece in your mouth. You just chewed and swallowed, tipping your head back against his shoulder.

"That's my girl."

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #smut #no y/n #reader insert

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900 more words of imodna angst

She isn’t crying when Orym approaches her. She’s sitting, silent, on the deck of the skyship, legs tucked up to her chin. Clenching and unclenching her fists, she stares at the lightning scars numbly. Something nudges at her heart at the sight, but she can’t tell what it is. Fear? Hunger? Anger? Awe? Whatever it is, she lets it rest. Tonight, she’s flayed too raw to invite feeling in.

She isn’t crying when Orym approaches her, but she feels like starting again as he takes one look at her face, at her huddled frame, and places a hand on her shoulder. She resists the urge to push it away, resists the urge to tell him to go bother someone else. She feels empty and mean, but tries to force a small smile to her face instead.

It doesn’t work.

“I know how you’re feeling,” Orym says softly. “I understand it, maybe better than anyone else here. I wish I didn’t. And I wish you didn’t have to feel the way I do.”

You don’t understand, she thinks immediately, you can’t, because how could anyone in the world feel this staggering pain and not be crippled by the weight of it? How could anyone smile - laugh - how could anyone breathe with a piece of them ripped away?

I’m sorry, Laudna, she thinks again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

“Hey.” Orym turns her head to face his, and she suddenly knows that she’s pushed her thoughts outward again. She’s invaded his mind with her grief.

She blinks at him. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says, and the plain compassion in his voice hits her like a sack of rocks. She grits her teeth, hoping he’ll shut up and leave her alone, but of course he doesn’t. “I mean it, Imogen. If you want to talk, you can talk to me. I’ve been through what you’re going through right now, and I know how much it hurts.”

“Was it your fault?” she asks him bluntly. Usually she’d wince at the words, usually she’d have safeguards in place so they never escaped her mouth. Usually each of her words is weighed carefully and coated in honey - gods know she has enough practice not saying what she means. This time she says what she means. “Was it you? Did Will die because of you?”

To his credit, she doesn’t see any anger or reproach on his face. Just a twitch in his brow, quickly covered by a soft sympathy that somehow hurts worse. She’s always hated pity.

“I blamed myself, for a long time,” he says quietly. “Yeah. For not fighting hard enough, not paying enough attention. Maybe I could have saved him.”

“That’s different,” she snaps. “It wasn’t your fault. He didn’t die because of you.” She can hear her voice rising, getting sharper and faster, but she doesn’t want to stop. She clenches her fists to feel the sting traveling up her arm, tracing the passages where the power tries to escape her skin. It feels like corruption, sneaking slowly through her body.

“Imogen…” Orym tries to lay a hand on her arm. She slaps it away, and they both flinch at her sudden violence, but she has to get the words out now, they’re scraping up her throat. Her voice is near a hysterical shriek now, and for once she can’t bring herself to care who hears.

“Laudna is dead because of me! It’s all my fault! Otohan wanted me, and she carved the bloodiest path she could to get there, and when she heard me beg for Laudna’s life she knew she’d won. It was my fault that she attacked us, my fault that she hurt Laudna! And maybe if I hadn’t lost control like that, it would have been okay. But I killed her, Orym. I killed her!”

She pounds her fists into the wooden slats of the deck, suddenly needing to feel like she’s hurting something. “I didn’t want her to die!” she wails, and she knows it’s a silly thing to say, so obvious that it’s not even worth saying, but it tears free from her chest anyway. “I didn’t want her to leave me! I didn’t think she ever would!”

She feels like a child, and she hates feeling like a child, and with Laudna gone there’s nothing to keep her from spinning out of control. She wishes she could scream and scream, until her vocal chords break like lute strings and raw, painful power climbs back into her chest to make a fortress. Let her scream until the whole world crumbles around her this time. Let Exandria be ripped apart, and Imogen’s body with it, and let Laudna be safe. Or at least, let them rest together.

That’s all she wants now. It’s all she’s ever wanted, really. To be with Laudna in the end.

She didn’t think the end would come so soon.

Orym is holding her tightly now, and she’s crying again. She hates herself for breaking down so quickly, and she hates Orym for being so calm and understanding. And she hates Laudna for not coming back. That one’s harder to admit. She doesn’t let herself feel the brunt of that anger, not now. Anger can’t help her anyway. It never can.

“Oh, Imogen,” Orym says finally, when her heaving sobs have quieted to whimpers. His voice, too, is laden with tears. “We’re going to get her back.”

Imogen can’t allow herself to hope. She rests her head on Orym’s shoulder, wipes the tears from her eyes, and looks out at a black and empty sky.

ao3 link

#i don't know what to do with my grief #this isn't really edited #but here it is #cr3 #cr spoilers #cr fic #eve watches cr3 #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #orym #eve writes fic

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lizard-shifter-noms · 1 year

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Broken Bloodlines Chapter 8

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Part 8!!!

we are now in the latter half of chapters!

this Story contains mentions of Vore, Dont like dont read. (also i drew a cover!)

CW; mentions of injuries, mentions of corpses, mentions of death.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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Before I had made it even a few steps though I heard my name being called.

Looking to whoever was demanding my attention I saw Nea sitting on an empty cart and holding the smaller Arduas arm in an inescapable grip.

At least I didn't have to go up the slope now.

I went over to both of them and the little guy immediately darted behind Nea as best as he could.

Considering Nea was holding his upper arm that didn't do much though.

His reaction was understandable though,

seeing as I had headbutted him into a boulder.

How did he recognize me anyway?

Probably the bracelet if I had to guess.

I climbed onto the cart and sat down across from Nea and the little guy.

Though I was pretty sure Nea shouldn't sit like that with her injured foot.

Man, people around me really liked getting shot in the foot.

Nea held out the second Bracelet to me with her free hand,

being careful not to put any of her fingers through it before stashing it away again.

“Took ya long enough!

Last I saw of ya was when ya rammed one of tha catapults over!”

She pulled the little guy out from behind her and he looked absolutely spooked at me.

“So what are ya gonna do with the tiny here?

He hasn't said a word and refuses ta speak”

Silent treatment eh? Well fair all of this must be rather scary, especially after being rammed by something three times his size.

Yeah I messed up back there, I should probably apologize for that.

I crouched down a little to try and seem less threatening.

“Heya, what's your name?”

Maybe asking basic and simple questions would get him to talk?

I really hoped he didn't have a concussion though.

He just shook his head and shrank back further.

Still scared then, maybe he'd open up a little after I apologized?

“Look, i'm sorry for ramming into you like that, i thought you'd be bigger and heavier and i really miscalculated there, i didn't intend to knock you out”

He just blinked for a second but still looked like a scared deer.

Nea then just lifted him up and set him down in front of her,

effectively trapping him in the cart with one of her knees one one side and her arm on the other.

He looked panicked for the second Nea held him up like he weighed nothing, and to be fair that would freak me out too.

But I did not for a second doubt she could actually lift me up.

“Stop fussin lil’ lad, Donovan here won't hurt ya! He's a wuss like that!”

I wasn't a wuss, Nea was just very stab happy.

“I'm not a wuss Nea, i just don't want to hurt people that's all, not everyone is as stab happy as you are”

I rolled my eyes at her and she shrugged.

“Eh, whateva, now back to ya Lil Lad, ya have a name or did that Usurper take it from ya?”

He pressed his lips together till they almost disappeared for a second or two before he said the first words I ever heard from him.

“I- im Rowley”

His voice was raspy like he hadn't had water in some time and I decided that after two more questions I'd get him some.

“Rowley is a nice name, haven't heard that one before, So say how old are you?”

“I- uh i'm thirteen”

Thirteen? He looked like he was eleven at most! Well he was malnourished so that could be the cause.

Also thirteen was not an age anyone should go into battle, a sentiment that was shared by Nea judging by her expression.

I was actually kinda glad Rowley couldn't see her face at the moment.

“Thirteen? You shouldn't fight at that age!

and why did Winton drag you to war anyway?”

He shrank back at the mention of Wintons name and my suspicions were confirmed.

That fuck did something to Rowley, and possibly not only him.

It took him a god two minutes to start talking but both me and Nea were patient, which was unusual of her.

“I- the king knew what that bracelet did and wanted a Giant soldier, but the ones that tried it on died so he had Orphans test it for him.

He just picked off street kids and forced them to put the Bracelet on.

Then when i put it on i turned into that four legged thing and he threw me into a tower”

Before I could say anything to that horrible revelation Nea had stood up despite her injured foot and pulled her way too big sword from behind her where it had leaned against the cart.

“Im gonna murder that fuck! Where did ya guys bring him?

I ought ta cut both of his arms off!”

I catched Rowley who had fallen forward as Nea leapt up in her fury.

“Nea, Rikaad and Norrin are interrogating him right now, you cant just barge in to wherever they are and start stabbing that fuck, even if he does deserve it”

She still looked angry but at least seemed to hear me out as she lowered the Giant sword again mumbling about not being allowed to fight and now not being allowed to kick ass.

“Hrmf, fine whatever, i'll go get water so now it's yer turn to keep an eye on tha lil’ lad”

She got off the cart and picked up her crutch before she went limping away.

So now I was alone with Rowley.

Remembering what Nea had just said I held his upper arm like she did, though I was probably not as strong.

He glanced up at me with a confused and still scared look.

“That's one scary lady”

That was also one of my first thoughts upon properly meeting Nea, well still was actually.

“Boy you don't even know half of it, she's a royal Guard for a reason”

At the mention that she was a Royal Guard he looked just Confused.

“I thought only men could be guards?”

“I asked her the same thing and she said she beat a Drake with an old helmet, not sure if a really believe that, Drakes are rare after all”

Rowley fiddled with the hem of his near threadbare shirt.

“I've seen you before, but you were bigger back then, they had locked you in the same tower they tossed me in after i changed to that thing”

He wasn't looking at me and still fiddled nervously with his shirt instead.

I remembered that day as well, and now I had confirmation that this was the same little guy from the rooftop back then.

“Yeah I remember, if rather negatively that place was awful.

But you were the guy on the rooftop right? You waved at me”

He nodded.

“I think that's why Winton wanted your Bracelet, but then he found one in the treasure chamber and used people to experiment with it.

I'm not sure why i didn't die like everyone else though”

Maringand had a Bracelet the entire time?

Why? Well maybe a slayer got to it.

As for the Not dying I could answer him that.

“Well, I can tell you the not dying part if you want?”

He looked up and nodded.

“Ookay, so Oakley explained to me that that thing is tied to genetics, which I guess means one of your ancestors was also an Ardua?

The thing is magic and apparently just kills everyone that doesn't have those genetics.

That pretty much all i know, well aside from how to use it”

He looked pensive for a bit.

“Well, my mom was Elven so maybe-”

“Nope, not Elven or my half brother would be one too”

He fell silent.

“Eh don't worry, i thought the same thing,

but after talking to Fable i just feel like an idiot”

Before Rowley could retort anything Nea shouted from over the place.

“Ya are an idiot!”

Considering how far away she was she must have only heard the last sentence and immediately took the opportunity to insult me.

I'd be offended if it wasn't just How Nea worked.

“I'm not the one that keeps ignoring what the medics said!”

I retorted and she threw a tightly closed waterskin at my face.

I hoped that it wouldn't bruise.

I handed the water to Rowley who struggled to open the container.

Nea hopped on and opened it for him in less than a second.

Rowley drank greedily and I tried to think of what to do now.

The little guy was still a child, one that had gone through something horrible so he probably shouldn't be alone for some time.

Also he was an Orphan as he had admitted so there was no one to take him in.

Seeing as he was a Bastard i doubted that there was anyone that wanted to,

especially after today and him turning into a fuzzy four legged beast.

So, what now?

Nea was of little help there seeing as she was a warrior.

I'd just have to ask Rikaad or Norrin then,

Rikaad was the king so he could probably assure his safety and Norrin had experience so he'd know what to do.

“So what to do now? I mean, this guy is no criminal, not even any sort of fighter at all so we can’t feasibly throw him in prison.

Maybe Rikaad will know what to do?”

Nea just shrugged while Rowley continued to drink an absurd amount of water.

So much water couldn't be good though.

“Slow down, you're gonna choke.

I think Rikaad is at the castle so I suggest we bring him there?”

Nea snatched the water skin from Rowley who flinched back in startlement.

“Ya sure, maybe he’ll let me stab that fuck! And you lil lad shouldn't drink so much water at once or yer gonna vomit!”

He looked unhappy at that but I did have to agree with Nea on this.

Besides I didn't want the guy to throw up, He was already thinner than a stick.

“Alright then, let's go to the castle and see if we find them.”

Nea climbed down from the cart once again and I helped Rowley get down.

How he hadn't keeled over by now was a miracle considering he couldn't weigh more than a baby goat.

I debated shifting so he could hitch a ride but that was a bad idea for two reasons.

One; the way bigger Ardua from might scare him, especially after what had happened and two; I was covered in bandages and I had no idea if they would stay in place.

So I just ended up offering a normal piggyback ride to the kid while Nea shoved everyone out of the way with her crutches and sword.

I did wonder about the sword though, it was huge and if she was a guy I'd say she was compensating for something.

Also how the fuck could she hold it with only one hand?

The thing was as big as her!

“Hey Nea, why do you have that oversized sword? And how the fuck can you hold it with only one arm? It looks heavy as fuck”

She looked at the sword for a moment.

“That's a Claymore, they are like that, well mines specially made from casted iron instead of forged.

It's actually hollow on the inside, well it's still at least half an inch thick on either side but it's not as heavy as it could be.

I like it because it does a ton of damage if you know how to use it!

Also I have hidden snacks inside of it in the past but don't tell anyone!”

I let out an amused snort at the last addition, I didn't expect her to do something like that.

Then again I also hadn't expected the sword to have a hollow part inside.

The hike uphill was largely uneventful considering nobody was on the slope.

At some point halfway up Rowley did fall asleep, His adrenaline had run out no doubt.

Nea and I went to the main gate as the other ones were probably bolted shut right now, though something seemed amiss.

Eh it was probably nothing.

Walking into the throne room I realized I had no idea where the castle's prison even was.

Basement probably but I had no idea where that was either.

Luckily Nea did but I thought that we shouldn't bring Rowley underground, not after what happened to him at the tower.

Not that I knew much of that.

We left the sleeping boy in the care of an older wall Guard who Nea assured me was nice before she led me to a side corridor and opened a sturdy looking door that was largely painted like the wall.

No wonder I hadn't found it.

Seriously, why was the entire thing built like this?

The way down was dark and the stone was cold,

which honestly made me a little uneasy.

“Aight, they ought ta be down there! There are high security cells deeper down too, but i don't think anyone wants ta free that jerk”

She used the metal railing to stabilize herself and went down the surprisingly roomy staircase.

Some torches were lit and we followed them till we heard voices.

Nea stopped then and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Oi, can ya like, not tell them I tried to get ta tha battle?

They'll lock me in my room or summat”

I gave her a thumbs up and reassured her I wouldn't, she did help me after all.

After that we went to where the voices came from and there was indeed Rikaad and Norrin as well as some other Guards I did not know.

“Rikaad! I need to talk to you!”

He turned to look directly at me.

“What about? I'm currently trying to get this tyrant to talk”

My eyes flitted to the other Guards, I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to Rikaad while they were here,

Not to mention that Winton was also right there in a cell.

Rikaad caught where my eyes went and sighed.

“Alright, I'll need some fresh air anyway, and it's better Winton knows as little as possible.

Nea you can try to get the guy to talk, just don't Permanently maim him, and please remember that the other Guards are here too”

“On it boss! That swine will talk like a waterfall when I'm done with him!”

Nea cracked her knuckles and I really wished she didn't always sound so cheerful when she talked about being violent.

She patted me encouragingly on my non injured shoulder as she went past me which still made the area feel sore.

I was kinda glad now that we were leaving, I really wasn't keen on seeing what Nea did.

Rikaad led the way back out in silence and as soon as we were back above ground turned to face me.

“What did you want to talk about? Also i'm glad you survived the river, what were you thinking jumping in like that anyway?”

Well the river thing was pretty self explanatory but there were more important things right now.

“Well I got the other Ardua, but as it turns out that's a thirteen year old child Winton locked in THAT tower for who knows how long, also he put the bracelet on humans to see if it worked on any of them.

And now, well i felt sorry for the guy so i brought him with me,

but i have no idea what to do, like what do we do with another Ardua?

Oakley is dead so he can't help- and and that's my fault, i should have-”

Rikaad put a hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down, you are talking yourself into a panic attack, and I can assure you Oakleys death is not your fault, he chose to go on the battlefield and could have ditched anytime he wanted, okay?”

I nodded slowly and tried to calm myself as he instructed me.

“Good, now as for the Boy you said he's only thirteen?

By God Winton is the worst!

He can stay here for now till we get a better idea, in the meantime we could go get Arthur and tell him we know which tower his cousin is locked in.”

“Oh thank you, it's just that I feel really sorry for the little guy, I mean he's tiny!

Also I thought Arthur was with you?

But i'm sure he’ll love to hear you know where his cousin is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He was, let's say displeased with Winton so i told him to go look for Robin instead”

Ah, good call, Arthur would have immediately maimed Winton.

“Yeah that was probably a good idea, So wait, does that mean we are going to Maringand?”

“Very probable, though we’d need Arthur to guide us through the terrain”

True, we did not know tha area at all so having someone that did was practical.

Also we were going there to find Arthur's cousin sooo.

“You said he's with Robin?

Last i saw him he went to the kitchen to protect the staff there”

“The kitchen? Alright let's see if both of them are there”

To get to the Kitchen we walked around the castle as neither of us wanted to deal with the stupid hallways right now.

And after the wide open battlefield being inside felt, well, strange.

We reached the kitchen door and window soon enough and Rikaad politely knocked.

Good idea, just barging in might scare someone.

Myril was the one to open the door with the biggest rolling pin in one hand and a mean looking firehook in the other.

“Oh, it's you! Thank God, everyone had been worried!

Is the battle over? Did you win? Wait let me get you some soup”

She turned away in a hurry before anyone could say anything and we just walked in after her.

I looked around the room and sure enough there was a familiar mess of red hair right next to Arthur.

“Robin! There you are!”

He turned around and as he saw me leapt up and went to go hug me.

“Donovan! You're alright!”

While it was nice that he cared he was holding on rather tightly which my wounds did not agree with.

“Ow ow don't squeeze! A lot of people threw stuff at me today, I'm sore!”

He immediately let go.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I won't do it again!”

I doubted that he wouldn't do it again, his brain was all over the place on a good day.

“Eh, it's fine don't worry, but i'm definitely gonna feel that tomorrow”

Arthur also came up to us, well more came up to Rikaad and i knew what he was gonna ask.

“So did he tell you where Amicia is? Please say he did”

Rikaad nodded and the relief was very visible on Arthur's face.

“He said she was on the south tower, not sure which one exactly that is but it is something”

“Oh I know that one! She's probably locked in the top part of it!

I need to go and see if she's alright!”

He turned to leave but was stopped by Rikaad who had grabbed his lower arm.

“I'm not sure if you should go alone, Maringand might still have some Guards or who knows what else”

Arthur turned back looking disappointed.

“So what now?

I'm not leaving the only family member i actually liked in that tower”

“I'm not saying you shouldn't go, im saying to at least take proper safety precautions, i'll come with you, i have to declare the defeat of Winton to Maringand anyway”

Oh right, the people of Maringand had no idea that Winton was now locked in a dusty basement prison.

Rikaad was right in that, someone did have to inform them.

“So we are going to maringand? Who else is coming with us then?”

Rikaad shrugged and out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin sneaking some snacks while no one was looking, well aside from me.

“Id say whoever is fit enough, some Guards and Soldiers, maybe a medic will join too”

Robin had finished stuffing leftover cookies into his pockets and turned to face Rikaad.

“Oh so we're gonna see Maringand? That's cool! Where is Oakley? Maybe he wants to come too! He does know a lot of stuff after all!”

There was dead silence after.

Of course Robin had no idea that the winged man was dead, he hadn't been there.

Now more than ever I was glad he stayed behind and didn't have to witness that.

The Ginger seemed to notice that it had gotten uncomfortably silent around him.

“I- is there something wrong? What happened?”

I really didn't want to say it out loud, not again, that just had such a weird sense of finality.

Luckily I didn't have to, seeing as Rikaad stepped up to speak.

“Robin, Oakley is dead, he got hit by a burning net and didn't make it”

The rustheads face fell and I could make out the beginning of tears in his eyes.

“Wh- what? No that can't be, he's Oakley, he can use magic and all that he can't be dead!”

Nobody gave a retort to that, even the kitchen staff had gone silent.

Then Rikaad sighed.

“Come on let's go outside, at least for a bit”

We left the kitchen and ended up in the shade of a large tree.

Robin looked like he was doing his best not to cry.

He just clung to the next best person, in this case Arthur and refused to let go while he was shaking.

Well, at least he wasn't squeezing my wounds.

Nobody said anything for a good two minutes.

“I think we should get ready to go to Maringand, Robin if you don't feel up to it you can stay here if you want”

Robin shook his head.

“Gimme a bit, i'll be fine, and i wanna see Maringand”

It still took some time for him to calm down but with mine and Arthur's combined efforts we managed it.

While we calmed the poor ginger down Rikaad was assembling whoever was fit and wanted to go to Maringand.

It was an hour or so later that he had everything set up and we were ready to go in an actual fancy carriage.

I had never sat in one before and I wondered if Arthur would be okay sitting in that thing.

He did have horrible Motion sickness after all.

Yep, judging by his face he was not thrilled at all.

But he seemed willing to bear it to go help his cousin.

It still didn't make the ride anymore pleasant with him hanging out the window and throwing up.

At least the cushions and the rest of the carriage was nice.

Robin spent most of the ride in silence and Rikaad was sitting outside of the carriage to give Orders to the riders who had come with.

He had also taken the crown Winton had been wearing as a sign that he was defeated.

The only good thing that had happened today was Arthur's look of joy when we told him that Nea was keeping an eye on Winton.

I also hoped that the little guy, Rowley, was alright.

He looked so scared when we brought him to the castle, scared and frail.

The carriage had to go back and forth for a bit to find a stable bridge over the river but after some time over uneven terrain and avoiding what I hoped was just stone and fallen wood we reached Maringand.

I knew though that it had not been stones and tree trunks.

The carriage stopped and I pulled Arthur inside again.

He looked rather green in the face though.

The door was opened and I saw that we were standing on some sort of Plaza.

Rikaad had already gone and began telling the population that Winton was defeated, holding the crown he took up in the air as he did so.

From the threehundered people that were here only about nine started to fuss about it, all some rich fucks by the looks of it.

The rest of the crowd seemed to be relieved that the tyrant was finally gone.

There had been some questions about who was in charge now since Winton killed the competition.

Rikaad simply answered that we were on the way to the castle to sort it out.

While he spoke Arthur made sure to not show his face in case anyone recognized him.

Since the rich fucks here had seemed to side with Winton that was probably a smart move.

We stopped two more times on the way to the Maringand castle until we finally reached it.

The castle itself was very different from the Kamerasc one.

This one had a different shape and was built with a dark gray stone and reddish brown roof shingles and was located right into the mountainside.

But it was easy to make out the south tower seeing as south was where the ocean was.

Though somehow the place where it was built seemed oddly familiar, and not from the time I had spent trapped in that outpost tower.

Then I realized it, that was the place from the book!

The place where the Maringand creature had gone to die!

That really made me wonder how historically accurate it was.

But that could come later, for now we needed to find Arthur's cousin.

Luckily he already knew where to go and led the way through the way less confusing halls of the Maringand castle.

Man, why couldn't the Kamerasca Castle have been built like this?

This was way easier to navigate!

Arthur then led us to a door that opened to reveal a lot of stairs going upwards in a spiral.

I hoped the Tower wasn't too tall but was disappointed in that as it took a good ten minutes to get to the top.

At least the sight from the occasional window was pretty.

At the top was a blue painted door with silver ornaments and Arthur immediately went to open it in his anticipation of seeing his cousin he even forgot to knock.

He had barely made it two steps inside before what looked to be the leg of a chair collided with his abdomen and he went to the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

A figure appeared from the blind spot of the door and I could definitely say that this must be Arthur's cousin.

They had the same eye and hair colors and looked similar overall.

She was also wearing what appeared to be a hastily sewn pair of pants and clutching the chair leg.

“ARTHUR? Wait, what the hell? I was told you were dead!”

She went to hug the fallen man but did not apologize for hitting him.

“Yeah yeah, why'd you hit me?

And where did you even get that chair leg?”

Arthur slowly got up and Amicia tossed the wooden furniture piece aside.

“What leg? Now please tell me how you are alive!

Winton said you got eaten by some beast he refused to describe!”

I felt my ears heat up, right I kinda had brushed off that part.

And I was actually glad Winton didn't describe what I looked like or else this would have gotten extremely awkward.

Arthur finally got up and brushed some dust off of him before he was immediately swept into a hug again with Amicia holding and poking his face as if to make sure he was real.

“Amicia, I'm fine, I'm here to rescue you! Winton lost!

Kamerasca won and he's rotting in a dark cell for now.

We also left him with one of the most terrifying guards so he wont have a good time”

Yep, Nea was probably making this hell right now.

Amicia looked past Arthur and seemed to see us for the first time.

“And who are these guys? They don't exactly look like soldiers”

That was true, I was still in my normal everyday clothing aside from a new shirt, Robin was wearing a sleeveless red tunic with an off white undershirt and Rikaad was wearing what I assumed to be some uniform.

Yeah we did not look like soldiers.

“Oh, those are my friends! After I uh, ‘left’ the castle I ended up in Kamerasca, they were nice enough to help me when I needed it!”

Amicia waved all of us inside her little chamber which was surprisingly well decorated and looked all of us directly in the face as we passed her.

Being stared at made me uncomfortable on a good day and today was not a good day.

I self consciously put my hands over my ears as she looked at them.

She seemed to get it and instead scrutinized Rikaad’s uniform.

“Are you a General or something?”

She looked rather distrusting of those in power which nobody could blame her for, but she also looked like a weird mirror of when Arthur was distrusting of me.

Yep, definitely related.

Rikaad didn't seem bothered by the hostility though, Instead he bowed and introduced himself.

“My Name is Rikaad Drayton, and I'm the King of Kamerasca.

Pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Amicia”

I found him to be overly formal now but considering that Arthur planned to give Amicia the right to rule it was probably just some dumb formality.

Amicia blinked for a second before turning back to Arthur.

“What the Hell? You're friends with the King?

Wait, I thought the King was some old guy?”

I started to wonder how much she knew of what had been going on, considering she was trapped in a tower for who knows how long probably not much.

Arthur just shrugged.

“I mean yeah? Didn't know he was the Heir when i met him though, besides the only reason we became friends is because Robin started hanging out with both of us”

He turned around to try and introduce Robin but the ginger had climbed into the bay window that faced towards the sea and looked out to the land below.

Yep, Brain all over the place once again, i'd better get him in case the glass wasn't stable.

“Robin? What are you doing? C’mere and say hello”

I lifted him up from where he was like one would hold a cat they just caught and carried him over to where we were before setting him on the ground again.

He pouted up at me but I ignored it, he could at least say hello to Arthur's cousin after all.

He then turned to face Amicia who was the only person in the room that had the same height as him.

“Hi! Im Robin”

Amicia just stared at the cheerful little rusthead for a few seconds before she answered him

“Nice to meet you? It's nice Arthur finally found some friends!”

Then her eyes flitted to me once again.

“And you are? As far as I recall Fae are banished from Kamerasca, where are you from?”

Oh, was she under the impression I was a full blooded elf?

Well that wasn't correct.

“Im Donovan, and well, i'm only half Fae, Besides with Rikaad in charge the Fae Ban doesn't exist anymore”

She looked briefly to Rikaad, now with just a tiny bit less hostility.

“Well that's nice of him, since i'm freed now or whatever why don't we get some tea? Or some other beverage you want”

I could tell she wanted to get out of this room already, not that she could be blamed for that.

She spent possible months here without being able to go wherever she wanted.

But that also meant going down all those stairs again.

Damnit.

But we did end up a little while later in a smallish room adjacent to the kitchen that had a table and six chairs.

Tea and some sort of tiny little cakes were served that smelled of Lemon.

The meager staff here then left as fast as they could and closed the door behind them.

I doubted any of them would lock it but even if there was a window and we were only on the second floor.

Amicia then addressed us again.

“So you guys won? With how Winton bragged about a secret superweapon that would make you turn tail and flee, I'm surprised you were this fast, what was the weapon anyway?”

Secret weapon? Oh, she must be talking about Rowley.

Rikkad leaned forward a little before speaking.

“Secret weapon? Well there was a magic based being do you mean that? Also what do you mean by ‘this fast’?”

I was glad Rikaad didn't mention the Ardua or Rowley,

who knew what kind of problems that could cause.

But yeah what did she mean by this fast?

“Oh well Winton was really just setting himself up for failure, Almost everyone hated him!

Of course his Soldiers would half ass the fights and turn as soon as they got the chance!

I mean come on, he was THE most disliked person in the Kingdom!

I'm not surprised he lost, nobody is, I just find it funny he lost so fast!”

The most disliked person in the Kingdom sounded accurate enough, If the only people that like you are some greedy rich fucks you are doing something severely wrong.

“Thats, well you are right it is not surprising, he’s currently being questioned by, how do you put it? Most skilled Guard”

Rikaad assured her and I had to hold back a laugh, most skilled Guard, that was one way to put it.

Well she was skilled, a lot so but she was also somewhat unhinged and I would not be surprised if there were broken fingers when we came back.

“Most skilled? I hope so, Winton deserves every bad thing he's got coming!”

As much as I was against violence I did have to agree with her.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin eyeing the tiny cake I had gotten with the strawberry tea and I shoved it in his direction.

He happily went to munch on it.

If I was honest this entire thing was weirdly uncomfortable, at least for me.

Arthur was happy that his favorite cousin was alright and Rikaad seemed to be at least somewhat okay.

Robin of course had no concept of awkwardness and just munched his small cake which was previously mine.

I just slowly sipped my tea to try and avoid talking.

Amicia then decoded to make it awkward for everyone as she addressed Arthur again.

“So you still like boys or was I wrong about that?”

Arthur spit out the Tea he'd been offered and started coughing.

Liked boys? Amicia was really just outing the poor guy in front of us?

That was really fucking rude.

Being rude must lay in the family, at least this branch of it.

Arthur slammed the cup angrily and flustered back on the table.

“I told you before that I like both! Men, women who cares!

Now shut the fuck up thats not even any of your business!”

He was redder than he'd ever been before and looked like he wanted to disappear into the chair he sat on.

Well what Amicia just did was rather uncalled for.

It took me a few seconds to register that another reason why Arthur was so upset about it was that a LOT of humans didn't take kindly to men liking men or women liking women.

So having that information out in the open could be really dangerous to someone, especially if the church heard about it.

I didn't care about all that though.

If Arthur liked both so be it, it really wasn't any of my concern what he did with his life.

Though now I was convinced that Amicia liked chaos, at least judging by the look on her face.

It was not the most surprising thing though.

Considering the circumstances of everything she either had to be a Noble lady with barely any freedom or was locked in a tower for possibly months on end.

Saying stuff out loud and seeing people's reaction to it was probably her only source of entertainment for years.

To be honest in the past i would have found it funny to see Noble fuckers react vividly to stuff they deemed improper.

Still, that had been really inconsiderate of her.

“Arthur, you told me before you left that by a specific date you'd tell people, did you not check the calendar? That date was four weeks ago”

Wait, so she just assumed we already knew? Well this had gotten even more awkward now, but at least she didn't do it out of Malice.

Arthur however still looked extremely embarrassed.

“I fucking forgot, there was too much going on at the time, you could at least make sure in advance before you just say it outloud”

Amicia now looked actually regretful but still tried to cheer him up.

“Oh come on it's not that bad, I mean, Robin, right? what do you like?”

Robin looked up from where he tried to sneak Rikaads tiny cake.

“Cake!”

Rikaad shoved his cake as well to Robin who immediately bit into it.

“Yeah okay that question was badly worded, What about you Donovan?”

Me? I didn't actually know, I had been preoccupied by surviving instead of figuring that out.

Also I really did not care.

“Dunno, was more busy with not getting murdered, also i kinda don't care”

Why were we even talking about this now?

That was not what we were here for.

Luckily Rikaad interjected before she could ask him as well.

“As nice as talking about mundane things is that is not what we are here for”

Amicia looked confused at him.

“What else are you here for besides freeing me?

Oh wait, with Winton in jail Maringand has no king!

You're here to give Arthur his title back!”

Close enough, probably, but Arthur did not want the title nor rule this place.

Amicia was nice enough if a bit tactless, but she was the only other living relative that could lay claim to the title.

Which Arthur just told her bluntly.

“No, i'm not gonna be King, i don't want to lead people that did not give a fuck about me when i need help, you can have this entire shitshow but im leaving”

Amicia just stared at Arthur.

“...are you sure? I know most people still think you are dead but if you show them that you are not maybe they'd change?”

Arthur just shook his head and I felt like we should have left these two alone to sort it out.

“Yeah, I'm sure, this place has been hell to me and I'm not staying here!”

“So, I'm the one in charge now? Some people wont take kindly to that”

“Eh just don't tell anyone that i'm still alive and they cant really complain”

“Okay, but only if you come visit at least once a month!

And write me letters!”

“Sure! Now have fun sorting out all the logistic stuff!”

While they talked Rikaad motioned for us to sneak out, which we did.

Robin did snag Arthur's small cake as well before we left though.

We quietly closed the door behind us.

“Amicia is very similar to Arthur”

Robin mumbled into his cake.

“Yeah, they are for sure related, should we go back?

To Kamerasca i mean, Arthur can just come back later after he's done with whatever this is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He's probably going to take a while, i’ll inform him, you can go ahead to the carriage”

He knocked on the door we had just left and I steered Robin outside again while he was munching on what I assumed to be his fourth cake.

“You really like that Cake huh”

He nodded.

“Mhm, it's good”

I could see that, he had crumbs all over his vest and his fingers were sticky with what was probably jam.

“Sure, now let's go to the carriage, i don't like being out in the open here”

He nodded and followed me while trying to flick the jam off his fingers.

“Maybe you should get a hat?

If you don't like people looking at your ears”

Of course that was the thing he picked up on.

“I don't like hats, besides that could fall off or someone could yank it from my head, also i just don't have a face for hats”

I generally didn't like them, it alway felt like something was about to fall on my head.

“Mhhm then not, do you have a cloth for my hands?

I don't wanna make the pretty carriage dirty”

I fished out the new handkerchief I got some time ago and handed it to him.

“Here ya go, now let's get a move on or Rikaad will end up there before us”

He laughed and quickened his pace while he cleaned his fingers.

“He does have longer legs than us, well at least right now”

That drew a laugh out of me, yeah i could just shift and then he wouldn't even reach to my knee.

But shifting here probably was not a good idea.

“True, but i'm not gonna shift here, i'm not keen on causing a panic”

I was not keen on getting shot at again.

“You would be faster than the carriage though!”

“I'm also covered in bandages and i have no idea what would happen to them”

While it was true that my clothing shifted with me I didn't know how that would be with wounds covered in bandages, Would the bandages fall off?

Would they also disappear like my shirt did and reappear?

Yeah not testing that.

We reached the carriage pretty quickly and hopped in before any of the Marignand people could get a closer look at my ears, Man id be glad as soon as all of this was over.

Just then the door of the carriage opened again and Arthur and Rikaad came in.

And Amicia.

What?

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Chapter 16

Third POV

Eboni didn't waste any time moving in between the killer's legs, moving onto her knees as instructed to. She lowers her head, placing her hands on her lap. Jeff places a hand over his mouth, taking in the girl's appearance. He clicks his tongue, tugging the robe off of her body in one swift movement.

Eboni tenses, suddenly feeling self-conscious and exposed. Sure, she gave herself to him, but that didn't ease the thoughts of her insecurities regarding her skin condition & scared face. The smiling killer stares at the teen, tilting his head at her sudden tense form.

He leans over and traces his hand against each hickey he left. The Cheshire killer couldn't suppress the grin stretching his permanent smile. Jeff suddenly grips her jaw, forcing Eboni to look at him.

"Relax, I don't plan on hurting you just yet." He teases, enjoying the reaction it brought.

Eboni whines softly, biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. She's at a loss for words. In fact, she doesn't plan on speaking unless told to. She can't stop her eyes from glancing at the obvious hard on staring back at her.

The killer chuckles, moving his free hand over his crotch. "Look at you, damn shameless, huh? Can't help but look. You want me that badly, hm princess?"

Eboni moves to nod her head, but Jeff's grip on her jaw prevents her from doing so. "Use your words."

"Y-Yes...yes, please.." the teen begs, nibbling her bottom lip.

Jeff is struggling to maintain control. Never has he been faced with something like this. This girl...looking at him with such adoration and admiration. He's never had anyone look at him like this, let alone a girl - besides Nina, but this is different.

He leans back in the chair, running his hand down his face. "Fucking hell....take that shit off and get on my lap."

Eboni somehow knows Jeff is referring to her panties, so she does as told - sitting down on his right leg shyly. The killer raises his head, looking at the girl with his infamous twisted smile. He places one hand under her, picking her up easily like she weighs as little as a feather.

The teen yelps, subconsciously placing her hands on his shoulders and wrapping her legs around him as he stands- moving to sit on the edge of her bed. Jeff moves his hands to Eboni's hips, gripping where he knows the bruises are. The woman whimpers, the feeling of his clothed crotch pressing against her core - making her needy.

Jeff laughs, moving a hand up her thigh, raising her gown up. He stares at her pussy, slowly tracing circles on her still swollen clit. He watches Eboni's face twist in pain and pleasure, making him chuckle.

"I know you want more princess - but this has to heal first. Now, I came back to talk over these rules - yeah? Let's get started." The Chelsea grinning killer said, moving to sit Eboni next to him. "I read a bit of it. Did you get that shit from a forum online?"

Eboni sighs, looking down at her nails. "Yeah. I saw no reason in making my own. It was just another fantasy moment." She shrugs, glancing up at him before looking away. His stare is too intense at times.

Jeff laughs, shaking his head. "Shit, should've known. Whatever, you do now though." He grins.

The girl nods, smiling only a bit. "Fair point."

"Mhm... most of the crap I read is shit. No swearing? I don't give a shit how you talk. I would've killed you if I gave that many fucks." He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Just don't disrespect me ever again."

"Rule number one...no dusrespecting..got it." Eboni said, wanting to write all of this down but didn't want to move from her comfortable spot on her bed.

"Type the shit in your phone." He suggested, reading the girl like an open book.

She blinks several times, not used to being read through like this. It makes her feel even more vulnerable and self-conscious. Nevertheless, she reaches for her phone, opening the note application.

"Next, don't lie and don't hide shit from me. I'll know when you do. If you're out and about- tell me. I don't like waiting in your room with nothing to do. Hmm... what else?"

Eboni was a bit confused. Most of these rules require her to have some form of communication with the killer, and that's impossible unless he's willing to get caught and both thrown in jail. The thrill of that is a bit exciting, which makes the teen smile - a twisted one.

Jeff breaks out of his thoughts at the sight of Eboni, moving in closer. "What's going on in that head of yours, huh?"

Eboni didn't jump nor flinch at the sudden closeness. She locks eyes with Jeff, drowning in the crazed look they give. "These rules...require 24/7 communication with you. I'm pretty sure you don't want to get caught. I'd have to go on the run with you...daddy." she hums, whispering the term seductively with sass added on.

Jeff grabs her hair, bringing her body closer to his- their chest press together. "Watch it, princess, I have my ways. And don't tempt me, I might fuck your brains out right here right now. I'm trying to be the nice guy here and let you heal. Get me?"

"Yes..." Eboni forced out, mesmerized by the lustful way he's looking at her.

"Yes. What?" He grits out, gripping her hair tighter.

"Yes...daddy.."

The killer groans deeply within his throat, staring at the girl's plump lips. "Let's finish this up before I seriously lose my cool..." he grumbles, leaning closer to her lips. "If you get so horny and you can't wait for me, ask before touching yourself and always record a video for me."

Jeff moves his free hand to Eboni's thigh, gripping it tightly, which causes her to whimper with need. "You're not allowed to hurt yourself. I don't give a fuck how you view yourself. This body is mine. Only I can hurt it, damage it as I see fit. Got it?"

Eboni whines, squirming in his hold before speaking. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl.." he whispers, his breath fanning her lips. "If anyone hurts you, touches you, annoys you in any way - you tell me. Don't keep it in. I'll make it all go away...I'll make all those fuckers go to sleep."

This feeling, Eboni, can't put it into words. All of her life, she had to fight to protect herself, hide herself to keep from gaining anyone's eye, always having to defend & fend for herself. The fact that someone else - a killer - is willing to rid people she even found annoying. It makes her want to devote herself fully to him.

"My word is final. When I say do something, you do it - no back talk. What I say is always the truth. Believe me and no one else. And whenever you break any of the rules, you tell me asap. Understand princess?"

"Yes...Yes daddy...Please I need -"

Lips. Rough lips, slame against Eboni's. But it wasn't enough for either of them. Jeff forces the girl on her back, yanking down his pants and boxers. He slips himself between her folds, grinding against her clit with hast. He wouldn't fuck her- no matter how badly he wants to.

The feeling of Eboni moaning into the killer's mouth makes him groan into hers. He can't get enough. The feeling of her against him just feels. So. Right. He reluctantly pulls away from the kiss to give Eboni a chance to breathe.

"I-In...please Jeff..daddy put it in..please~" she moans desperately, moving her hips to match his rhythm.

The Cheshire smiling killer grips her hips and pin them down, his grinding getting rougher and faster. "Shut up. Damn bitch. This desperate for my dick- this is all you're getting- fuck!"

Both came. It was quick and swift but gave them the release they both craved. Panting, he pulls his boxers and pants back up, moving off of Eboni. The sight of her spent form and his release on her stomach is making him hard again.

"Your number, give it to me." He ordered, grabbing a pen and a slip from the sticky notes on her computer desk.

Eboni slowly sits up, still in a bit of a daze. The teen nods, giving the killer her phone number without hesitation. He grins, stuffing the sticky note in his back pocket. He grips the headboard, lowering himself to give Eboni a few more sensual kisses.

"Go to sleep princess, you got school in the morning." He laughs, pulling away and walks straight to the window. Jeff opens it, turning to look at Eboni once more. "Behave yourself." He mocks before jumping out of the window.

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