#sorry sap I had to cut you off at the end

[derangedanomaly]

Part 1: Their s/o is a skeleton pt.1 (Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror) - For context

Their s/o is a skeleton PT.2

(Error, Dream, Ink, Swap)

Error:

Oh, he absolutely knows that you're a skeleton because you're dead.

How? He read your file. (Sneaky mf)

He might've been a little interested in you at that time. (Takes this to his grave)

He's the one that's, next to Dust, the MOST prepared! You want bandaids? He has a whole stock of them. You need snack's? Sure, what do you want?

He's like your little hero most of the time, it's actually really cute ❤️

Always ready to step in if you happen to be in danger.

He became a little sap because of you, no one really knows why, or where it come from.

Error speaking to Ink; "I hate you, and I wish I would've never met you! So tell me, why should I help you?!" ".... We've got Y/n-" "I'm in."

Uses his strings to secure you when on missions, since he has Haphephobia.

Really sweet towards you, but an ass to everybody else 💀

"Y/n! I need you to-" Killer spoke, but got cut off by Error. "I'll do it." There's a silence following after that. "Huh? Wha-Why? It's quite...hmm... dangerous." Error scoffed at Killer's dumbness. "Yeah. Exactly I want to do it for Y/n." You awed a little, grateful for Error's kind words.

After they ended their own conversations, you went up to Error, smiling at him. "Error..thank you for doing that!" Error smiled and used his strings to sort of...hug you? "It's no problem. I'd do anything for you..." You blinked and looked at him, confused. "Huh? I'm sorry- what did you say," Error blushed deep yellow and stammered. "A- Uh.. it's nothing! Really..." After awhile of you both staring into each others eyes, Error snapped out of it blushing profusely.

"I GOTTA GO! THE ANTIVOID'S ON FIRE!!!" You laughed as he teleported away. What a liar..heh.

Dream:

Oh my god! You're dead?! Is his immediate reaction. After that follows a quick stammer of these words: "Are you ok?! I mean- you're dead, of course you're not ok! BUT DOES IT STILL HURT?! OH MY GOD!!!!"

He's like a worried mother. 💀

Becomes even more worried when he finds out you're bones are easily breakable.

Someone, please calm him down!

Don't get him wrong, he is usually composed and calm, but he literally went crazy after you told him this mind-blowing fact to him.

I mean, he loves you, very dearly. But he just found out that his crush is actually dead, and is very fragile.

After getting used to this, Dream treats you as if you were made out of porcelain.

He's being so very careful for you. You could be doing anything. Even the simplest of things, and he'd be watching you like a hawk, checking if you'll be ok.

He stopped doing that after you told him it's making you uncomfortable, but decided to instead hold your hand, or lay his hand on your back. (Depending on what you're doing.)

Doesn't bring you on fights on many occasions. (Doesn't like seeing you hurt.)

But if you do end up in a fight, he makes sure to always put you first. No one else matters except you when it comes to fights. Not even himself. He'd rather sacrifice himself then watched you die. 😭

You were watching a movie, when you felt it..the intense gaze....

Like a hawk ready to strike. You silently gulped, turning around. You were met with Dream's gaze. "Uhm...hi Dream..? Something's the matter?" Dream shook his head, his gaze never leaving you. You groaned. You thought he was over this! You turned to him. "Dream! I thought that I told you, that you don't need to watch over me in these situa-" "You're pretty." Everything fell silent, as you let his words sink in. You blinked a few times, red blush starting to appear on your face.

"Huh?" "You're very pretty tonight, Y/n." Is that why he was staring?? You didn't had any words, shock overcoming you. "Um..thank you??" He flashed you a gentle smile, then went up the stairs. What a weird night.

Ink:

Oh, so you weren't born a skeleton? Cool cool. But can you watch thi-

He doesn't care. And it's not because he's an asshole, it's because he doesn't find it really mind-blowing.

He doesn't change his view about you just cause you're dead! Hah!

He's that kind of a friend that would laugh if you'd done something to yourself. Like broke a bone on accident or something. Trust me, he WILL laugh his ass off.

He might be doing all these things, but he did find himself chasing after you. He didn't know that though. (Remember. He doesn't really have emotions..)

He probably never felt these emotions before, so he doesn't know that he loves you, until one specific moment.

The moment where you confess to him. He should feel happy in this moment! But he just feels- sorry. For you. He thinks he doesn't deserve your love, simply because his emotions are fake.

So he studies these emotions further!

He suddenly becomes an expert at love. 🤠

Keeps telling you cringe things, thinking that'd woe you... "I wanna be your sigma baby!" You just look at him in disgust. "Don't... don't do that..."

Ink loves to capture small moments on camera, so he has a ton of pictures with you two! He has them all printed out, sticked on his wall.

Every time he looks at them, he thinks of you. And that just makes him feel...alive.

You were walking down the stairs when you suddenly tripped. You groaned, about to stand up, until you heard a loud crack. Oh no.... your leg bone just broke! Great.. "OH MY GOD! I can't believe you just plummeted a whole flight of stairs!" You groaned even more when you heard the voice of that rat...Ink.

"Ink...can you help me instead of laughing at me?" "No." Was his immediate response before laughing his ass off furthermore. "You're such an ass..." Ink chuckled, suddenly holding you up bridal style. "Yeah, but I'm your ass." You couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. Yeah.."

Swap:

Is kinda...chill? It's actually really weird. You would think he'd freak out the most.

It was actually just cause Error told him beforehand. (Swap bribed him 💀

He was surprised, but didn't change the way he treated you.

The only thing he did is just...admire you from afar.

You kinda became his role model. He just admires you so much! He thinks it's incredible how you can still push forward even in your conditions.

Has kitty bandaids in his pockets prepared just for you :)

Just a lil cutie, always making sure you're ok.

Always encouraging you in everything you do! He's your little cheerleader.

Tried to calm Dream down when he found out. "It's ok Dream! They're ok! Stop overreacting!"

He might be the good guy. But if he finds out...that someone hurt you... he'll personally eliminate them. And he's not really hiding it either. He's actually thriving in it. (Which makes you kinda nervous.)

"S-Swap?" You called out his name. You needed his assistance. Nightmare severely hurt you. Broke a few bones... Swap immediately went to your side.

"Y/n! Are you ok?! What happened?" You frowned and explained him the situation. "Nightmare happened. That's what.." you slowly went to sit down, watching Swap curiously. "...Swap?" You suddenly saw a flick of anger across his face. "I'M GONNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS THAT EVEN DREAM WON'T RECOGNIZE HIM!!" You jumped, being shocked. You never saw Swap act like this.

He was about to rush out the door, until you stopped him, holding his sleeve. "Swap, no! It's ok...just...help me patch up? Please.." Swap looked at you sadly, until nodding his head going over to the medkit. "I'm sorry...Y/n. I don't know what came over me..." You nodded, wincing from your injuries. "... I'm still going to annihilate him.." you looked at him with confusion. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "Nothing. Just that I love..." He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. "Tacos. I love Tacos." Swap blurted out avoiding your eye contact.

..

.

"And also you..."

#sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #undertale fandom #sans au #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #error sans x reader #killer sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dream sans x reader #ink sans x reader #swap sans x reader

[thehardy-boys]

The Platform Part 7 (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Hi there! Thank you all for taking the time to read this little story. I love reading all your sweet comments! They make my day! I'm so sorry about the huge delay. I've been at uni which has sapped my entire soul and ability to have hobbies. This is the next part so I hope you all enjoy reading it. I'll try and post the next part in the next few days! Also I've tried to tag everyone who wanted to be tagged but I might have missed someone so just let me know! :)

Warnings: Bit of blood but nothing too crazy and some light smut

Part 7

(y/n) had been right; the winter was harsh. The wind was unforgiving. It cut her cheeks on her walks to work, and it froze her nose and made her bones ache when she was in bed. There were snow flurries that made her shiver and freezing rain that chilled her permanently; that not even a hot bath could solve.

In the dead of winter, her mother died. (y/n) got the call at work. She took two days off. One to organize the funeral and the other to attend it. Her mother had no friends, no remaining family. (y/n) buried her out in the marshlands alone and then it was over and done with. She felt nothing and she was ashamed. (y/n) remembered when she was younger how kind her mother was, but she had changed. The war had twisted her. The fear she had felt for both her kids had altered her. In the end, she wasn’t the same person. (y/n) didn’t even cry; instead, she went back to work.

She had handed off the Thursday deliveries to Evelyn, she was ecstatic. (y/n) had been worried that there would be some backlash, that Thomas would storm into the building and demand that she do her job, but it never came. She didn’t write anymore horse related articles. When Mr. Beavers asked about them, she just said that she assumed Mr. Shelby would contact them if he wanted anymore. But he never did.

In fact, she didn’t see him for weeks. And she was glad; she needed the distance. But there was also a part of her that was disappointed, and she hated that. She wished she was stronger, that she could just move on. But she was weak; she wanted somebody who wanted her. She wanted somebody to hold her and kiss her. But the truth was not just somebody…she was very weak because she wanted him, Thomas.

The knock came in the dead of night. It was a particularly cold one and (y/n) had carefully cocooned herself in several blankets. It took her a full five minutes to untangle herself. She wrapped her nightgown around herself and carefully walked down the hall to her front door. Her bare feet beginning to ache from the chilled wooden floors. Another knock against the door.

“Who is it?” She called out.

“Me.” And she knew who it was. She moved forward and opened the door a crack. He was leaning heavily against the door frame. His hair was skewed and something black was dripping down the side of his face.

“Is that blood?”

“Are you going to let me in, then?” But he was already pushing her aside.

“Here, sit here. Let me get something for the cut.” She pushed him into one of the kitchen chairs and ran to the bathroom for her bandages. When she came back, he was already beginning to unbutton his shirt. His jacket was discarded on one of the chairs. It looked as if he had foregone his vest for the day. (y/n) bustled over and took over unbuttoning the rest and pulling the shirt to the side to see a cut on the left of his rib cage.

She leaned forward to have a better look, “This isn’t that deep so no stitches.”

(y/n) disinfected it, ignoring the slight hiss from Thomas. Then she cleaned and patched it up. She grabbed a rag and cleaned off the blood from the rest of his torso. And she ignored the rippling muscles beneath his milky skin. Her eyes dutifully avoiding the tattoo above his heart and the smattering of hair at the base of his throat because those weren’t for her.

“You were a nurse.” His rough voice pulled (y/n) from her focus.

She didn’t respond and instead had a look at the cut on the side of his temple.

“During the war.” He continued, his voice rumbled through her empty flat, filled the gaping corners.

She replied with disinfectant and felt gratified when he jerked in the chair.

“Are you asking or telling?” She finally spoke after she finished rubbing away the blood from the side of his face.

When she looked into his eyes, she found them ready for her, welcoming her own.

“Askin’.”

“I was but I guess Mrs. Chestisen already told you.” The name soured (y/n)’s mouth and brought back the humiliation of the balcony, the anger she felt in front of the hotel.

Thomas swallowed and averted his gaze to something behind her. She carefully placed a small bandage over his cut.

“Finished.” She gathered up the supplies, but he took her wrist, turned her back to him so she was forced to look down at him and she did see the guilt, she could see the regret written in his eyes.

“(y/n), let me explain.” She pulled her arm out of his hand and turned away to put away the extra bandages leaving him in the kitchen. When she came back, he was standing, leaning against the counter, shirt open, hair tousled, and looking drained. She leaned against the opposite counter and wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling both cold and exposed in her dressing gown. Thomas looked up at her as she came in and they both stood there in silence, watching each other. The loneliness of her flat pushed in on them.

“Why did you come here?” (y/n) asked when she realized Thomas wasn’t going to break. He was too stubborn.

He sighed, his chest caving in visibly now with his shirt open and he dropped his head.

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I don’t know.” He hissed at her, eyes alight and pinning her against the counter with their force.

He shook his head and carded a finger through his hair, “I was bleedin’ out. I was bleedin’, and I looked down at my chest and saw the blackness of it. I came here. I just came here.”

He threw his hands up in frustration, showing more emotion than she had ever seen from him, “And I though’ of you.” He swallowed, “I though’ of you, is all.” He whispered, eyes falling away to find some purchase on the kitchen table.

(y/n) was at a loss for what to do. She didn’t understand him. There was a part of her that was still frozen over from the incident at the party but another part of her was beginning to thaw. She wanted an explanation for that night because a small corner in her mind wanted to believe that it was a misunderstanding. That Thomas wouldn’t have done something like that, not to her.

“Explain to me,” And he turned to look at her as she spoke, jaw clenching, eyes shimmering under the dull kitchen light, “what happened that night.”

Thomas swallowed and swiped a hand over his eyes, “I knew Mrs. Chestisen might have known of you. She mentioned her son before. Your brother came up and I made the connection, same last name. I didn’t know she blamed you for what happened. I thought that you might have been happy to see her because…she might have known something about your brother.” His chest tightened as he let out another breath.

“I didn’t know that she would react like that. I didn’t know, (y/n).”  He tapered off.

(y/n) rubbed up and down her arms trying to bring some warmth to herself, “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright, I believe you.”

Thomas exhaled and (y/n) subtly watched his abdomen contract, how the firm muscles rippled. He was distracting. She wished he would button up the shirt.

“I’m sorry about your mother.”

“It wasn’t much of a surprise; she had been sick for a while.”

“Will you leave?” His eyebrows raised in question, his hands gripping the counter behind him.

“Leave?”

“Small Heath.”

(y/n) tugged her robe tighter around her, “Should I?”

And there was an unspoken question there. Should she bother staying for him. But she needed some kind of sign, a signal, or a hint that she wasn’t just delusional. That there was something meaningful between them.

“Where would you go?” His voice deep from emotion.

(y/n) shrugged and walked forward slightly to tidy up her kitchen table. She collected a few stray oranges and piled them all into the fruit bowl. With her movements her gown came slightly undone revealing a brief glimpse of her soft night dress, but she quickly covered herself up and glanced over at Thomas but from the darkness that slipped into his eyes he must have seen something of her nightwear. And whatever he saw, it drew him forward. The back of her thighs hit the wooden table as he neared her.

“Anywhere.” She whispered out between them. He reached forward to tug at her dressing gown, and it slipped open more fully, and his eyes swallowed her figure. Her night dress was a warm cream, but it did nothing to hide the shape, the gesture, the detail of herself and Thomas seemed to be appreciating that, deeply.

“I could go to London.” (y/n) heard the breathiness of her own voice and Thomas’s eyes snapped up to her lips but he did the opposite of what she expected. Instead of leaning forward he dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?” Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Thomas looked up at her as his hand wrapped around her ankle. Then his hand began to move. Soft, light, teasing he dragged his hand up her calf and he leaned down to place a kiss on her shin. He pulled her leg forward to place another warm kiss on the top of her knee. Then another, another until he reached the hem of her dress. He looked up at her then. He didn’t ask but he looked and drew his hand up to push her dress further up, revealing the fullness of her thigh. Another kiss, another. And she felt herself react, the wetness between her thighs making itself known. She wondered if he could see it through the sheerness of her dress. He teased his lips over her skin, drawing patterns, and swiping his tongue out and it drove her crazy, made her breathless.

She grasped the edges of the table. He made her mind melt, his continuous movements. She found it hard to form any thoughts, let alone words, “You’re hurt, Thomas.” That was the best she could come up with.

“Don’t feel hurt.” He mumbled out against her skin. He moved further up, nudging the last of her dress up with his nose as placed more open mouth kisses. He had reached the apex of her thigh and if he just turned his head and leaned forward a breath, he would be right where she needed him. And her heart felt as if it was making a run for it as he did just that. He was so close. She could feel his breath against her core, and she knew there was no way that he couldn’t tell how wet she was. She could feel it dripping past her lips. And the hitch in his breath and slight rumble from his chest hinted that he could see it. He took one lick, a deep one that teased past her folds and her hips jerked at the sudden sensation.

Suddenly she gained some sentience and realized that this wouldn’t solve anything. Did she want this? Grab his hair and pull him forwards to devour her? Yes. Yes, she did. But he was bleeding out moments ago, he had hurt her before, humiliated her even if it was a mistake, and it was the middle of the night. It was happening to fast. So, it took all her effort to push him away and drag him back up to his feet. He was caught off guard, a bit dazed, his eyes wide with surprise and his lips just glistening from her wetness.

“What’s wrong?” His hands found her waist and she realized she had missed that feeling, the weight of them around her.

She shook her head, her hands gripping his biceps, to ground herself, “This won’t help anything. It’ll just make it more complicated.”

He looked at her. That indifferent, shuttered look began to fall over his face, “No, no Thomas don’t shut down. I’m just saying that I need to think. That I need to slow down. I don’t want to just be some fantasy of a memory fulfilled.”

He pulled her too him and leaned down to place a soft, feather kiss on her lips. She could just taste the hint of herself on him and a surge of desire pulsed through her, but she needed to be strong.

“You’re not a fantasy. You’re real. I don’t want you to regret it.” Her mouth twisted at his choice of words as she remembered what she had told him after the party. How she had regrated the platform, the balcony, the kisses, the moments, all of it. She turned away from him, releasing herself from his arms.

“Button up, it’s cold outside.” She grabbed his jacket from one of the kitchen chairs and brushed it off before holding it to him. He was silent in his acceptance. She walked him to the door and watched as he walked down the front steps before turning around and looking up at her. (y/n) shivered against the winter air.

He cleared his throat, “You’re not leaving then?”

(y/n) shrugged, “I don’t know. That’s why I don’t want to…to start anything that won’t be finished.”

Thomas looked down at his feet. He looked young in this moment of vulnerability. He looked very close to the Thomas she had been with on the platform.

His mouth twitched as if trying to fight against his own words, “Will you do the deliveries again?”

“Yes.” She whispered, her breath clouding in the air.

Part 6 ---- Part 8 (Coming soon...)

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[r4in-nsfw]

Title :) lol

Pairings: cc!Sap x Fem!reader

Cw: nicknames (doll) fingering, Oral (Fem receiving) Swearing, overstim

Summary: basically You join in when George and Dream are poking fun at Sap and it ends up with you taking it all back.

!SMUT UNDER CUT!

You knew you shouldn´t have made fun of sapnap, but to be fair, it seemed like a good idea at the time to join in when George and Dream were poking fun, joking about him being inexperienced, having never touched a girl in his life, and well, you believed Dream and Georges words. It just made sense, Sap just seemed like the guy who wasn´t experienced. ¨oh fuck off, i get more bitches than both of you combined¨ Sap hissed, which you found hard to believe...But now you knew you were wrong, you had lost track of how many times he made you cum. ¨inexperienced huh doll?¨ he coed, fingers drilling into your core at a rapid speed, you sniffled, to blissed with pleasure to get words out. Clearly George and Dream were wrong, this man knew how to make you feel good. he leaned down, mouth meeting your clit making you cry out weakly ¨p-lease no m-more¨ you struggled to get the words out, tears streaming your face ¨go on, take it back¨ he laughed against you, making you whine. ¨i t-take it back! m´sorry!¨ you sobbed out, writhing under him. ¨c´mon doll, make a mess on me¨ he coed, you were quick to let yourself go, gushing out on his fingers and mouth, making him groan against you. clearly you were wrong, and Sap would make sure you never underestimated him again.

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[diodellet]

ily now leave me tf alone (jamil viper x gn!reader)

summary: Your mouth just says the darndest things under sleep deprivation. And to add insult to injury, jamil's there to see it in real time. content warnings: sleep deprivation ++super short, mild back nd forth betw you and jamil, set after the events of book 4, pre-slash ig? unebta'd. all mistakes are mine. word count: 1.1k words

No, you weren’t tired. It wasn’t even twenty four hours, you could handle this one party. You gave yourself a quick once-over through the front-facing camera of your phone.

Okay, the dark circles were horribly hidden with your concealer. But if you wiped away your fifteen minutes of work, you had a hunch that your expression would look way, way worse than what you were seeing now.

(At least nobody would be close enough to see the shitty handiwork… right?)

So you leave it on, pocket your phone, then walk through the mirror after Grim.

The heat of the Scarabia dorm falls over you. Heavy, enough to sap away the remnants of your energy. 

At least it was past noon, the tail-end of the worst of the heat. 

You scan your surroundings, Grim’s nowhere to be found. Maybe he made a beeline for the kitchen. 

Might as well greet and apologize to Jamil right now. And then go say hi to Kalim, and then figure out a way to keep Grim entertained until the party actually started by the way why did you think that arriving two hours early was a good idea—

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Never mind! At your strained smile, Jamil’s expression pulls into a slight frown. Like he could tell that you were ready to deflect.

Since the holiday break incident™️ you noticed that irritation was the first thing to break his cool facade. 

(A part of you missed the politeness and formality, and a little bit of being fussed over. Even if it was feigned, concern felt…good. It was better than having your emotional state be brushed over by your “kind and gracious” guardian figure.)

“Man, is it that obvious?” 

“Mhm. Where’s Grim?” 

You wince. “Wherever the food’s at, probably. I told him to save his appetite for tonight.”

He sighs. “Of course, why would I expect anything less from that gluttonous cat?”

“Hey! How many times do I gotta tell you that I’m not a cat!” Grim said defensively, wriggling in the grasp of another Scarabia student.

“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, thank you for finding him.” You step forward to take him only to stop in your tracks at the feeling of Jamil’s hand on your shoulder.

“Could you take him to Kalim? The prefect’s familiar seems to have gotten… lost.”

Since the holiday break incident™️, you also noticed that Jamil started to freely express himself more through cutting side-comments and a healthy dose of sarcasm.

“Hey, hey! Stop ignoring me!!” Grim’s protests fell on deaf ears as he was carted off to the dorm leader.

…it was safe to assume that Jamil knew Grim would head for the food, right? Right?

So why did he ask you where Grim was?

“Relax, Kalim knows how to entertain guests.”

“He’s probably going to overload Grim on snacks and appetizers, and my not-familiar’s stomach is going to explode.” 

“He’ll be fine. Besides, you're two hours early. Whose idea was that?” Despite the question—maybe it’s sleep deprivation, but you’re positive that—you can see a small upwards curve on Jamil’s lips.

(You’re not sure how to feel about being on the receiving end of said jabs. They don’t feel malicious when directed at you. But at times it feels like you’re being toyed with. It feels weird.)

“Well, that’s because—you see, in my world,” you start. Oh no, you’re feeling fluttery and fumbling your words.

“In your homeworld?” 

Nevermind, you point your gaze to your shoes and confess in a soft voice, “I thought I could help y…out a bit…”

When you glance up, you’re not prepared for the light flick of his fingers against your forehead. “Ow! What the hell, Jamil!”

The gesture didn’t hurt much. If anything, it forcefully knocked away your building exhaustion and left you with a strange energy coursing through your veins. Sort of like caffeine and adrenaline.

Through the gaps of your fingers, Jamil’s expression is a mix between flustered and exasperated. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it would reflect badly on the Asim family if I allowed that to happen.”

Still, a frown forms on your face. “Then what do I do for the next two hours? Twiddle my thumbs? Leave and then come back?”

“You can stay in my room.”

“Oh, okay.” After a beat passes, the words actually sink in. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you have the energy to handle conversing with Kalim.” He turns away, was he going to leave you—

Your next words spill out in a hurry, “No, no, no, wait, I wasn’t thinking that! Please take me to your room and let me have a power nap on your comfy bed—”

Jamil whips around, “Not so loud!” 

(Okay. The way he was holding your cheeks was hurting a bit. Just a little bit. But the slight panic in his eyes was giving you the slightest feeling of vindication.)

You mime zipping your mouth shut and he lets go of you, motioning for you to follow him.

You can feel your heart’s pulse in your ears, drowning out all other sounds.

When you arrive at his room, you give him another cautious look. “Are you really sure it’s okay?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t okay with it.” Jamil closes the door behind him, twisting the lock shut. He makes his way to his cabinet.

“Alright, say less.” And that’s that! You toe off your shoes and faceplant on the mattress—springy and firm. A feeling you didn’t realize you were missing after months of sleeping in your bed at the Ramshackle dorm.

“I’ll wake you up before the party.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.” Speaking of which, now that you were lying down, your exhaustion was finally catching up to you.

“Just don’t drool on my pillow.” He walks past you to head into the bathroom when you suddenly tug at the hem of his shirt.

“Wait wait, before I sleep, I have to tell you something—” Ah, this was bad, you were too tired to even sit up.

“What is it?” Even until now, he was still putting on that mask of nonchalance.

You motion for him to lean closer to you.

Jamil levels a suspicious look at you before crouching at the side of his bed.

The next moment happens in a blur, with your body moving of its own accord, not an ounce of hesitation or second-guessing.

Your hands reach out, guiding him close enough for you to press a quick kiss to his cheek—Jamil tenses up at the gesture, you can’t see what expression he’s making—afterwards you push him away. Turn onto your other side, and face your back towards him.

“Goodnight, I love you.” Okay, now you are going to shut up!

It takes him a few seconds to mutter a quiet “good night” in return.

A/N: apparently bball jamil is dropping durin my birth month... WILD! let's ignore the fact that i have work in 3ish hours HAHAHA ya girl's been busy girlbossing and wrestling with her impostor syndrome this summer haha HEY LOOK! something short to get me back into the groove of writing. im not abandoning my other wips dont worry! but yeah, it's just my already slow writing is gonna be waaay slower. don't be afraid to reblog and holler in the tags, I treasure each and every comment.💕💕 tagging my fellow jamil simps: @mochimiyaas @merotwst @kaechannn @anxiously-sidequesting

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[kumezyzo]

OKOK I JUST READ YOUR GAMER!GF SAPNAP AND THE END GAVE ME AN IDEA AND IM SO SHOCKED THAT NO ONE ELSE (to my knowledge) HAS SAID ANYTHING HELLO?????

therefore im begging asking for you to please write sapnapxstreamer!reader where they have a joint onlyfans and post anonymously with no face. You can maybe do like a bit about how they started and then like explaining different videos and pictures they have. Im feral for this

i realize this is more of how it got started than what they actually do... i hope that's okay 😭😭 and yeah, no one else really cared about that last hc, which I thought would be more of a big deal 😭😭

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

you're onlyfans started with bf!sap jokingly suggesting it. and as much of a joke as it was, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

"shit, we should make an onlyfans with this," he said, panting after coming down from his high. he laughed at the end, rubbing at your stomach softly as you looked onto his phone.

it made you feel more throbbing between your thighs. you could hear your moans in the background and his panting from behind the camera. the wet slaps of your hips and the squelching of your pussy was so erotic. you couldn't imagine what people would say if they saw how you two fucked.

"okay, lets get you cleaned up, peach," he said with a sigh, getting up to go to the bathroom.

but that stayed in your head. and you found yourself getting worked up thinking about actually posting something.

when you mentioned it again to bf!sap, it was during one of those moments you got yourself all worked up.

"hey, baby," he whispered to you when you came into his office and kissed him softly. he had completely forgotten about the stream highlights he was editing. "how. are. you?"

you smiled at how he had his hands low on your hips now. "i have a question.."

"mhm," he hummed, rubbing his nose on yours.

"you know how we make those videos when we have sex?" you asked sheepishly as he kissed down your neck. he hummed again and you started to think he wasnt paying attention. "you talked about... making an onlyfans last time.."

he stopped mid kiss and slowly pulled away from you. your face started to heat up. his face slowly turned up into a smirk. "yeah, i remember. what about it?"

you sighed, "would you maybe..."

"uhuh," he teased, kissing at your collarbone now.

"want to actually-" you cut yourself off with a moan when he kneeded your ass harshly. "do it?"

"fuck yeah..." he was really horny btw.

that was your first film session. as bf!sap likes to call it. he got you onto the luvsac in the corner of his room he was sure no one had seen and fucked you from behind. he made sure to keep your head out of it and tried to minimize the sound he was making. his voice would be more recognizable than yours.

you and bf!sap usually recorded yourselves having sex, but it was hard to post videos when he would usually get your face in it. you have to remember, he recorded these for himself and he loved to see your pretty and horny face. to bad everyone else can't.

bf!sap will have you bent over. riding him. riding his thigh. in a bathroom. in the shower. on the floor. fingering you in his gaming chair. fucking you while you try to play valo. all the clichés.

but that's only for after you start gaining more followers. and people start requesting things. and god, you two didn't mean for it to gain so much traction.

and then you saw yourselves on a twitter porn account.

ignore the ending. fr. its ass. and im sorry i disappeared. i hit a writers block and i lowkey felt weird writing for the dream team cause of shit thats been brought up. but im treating these people as seperate characters now. anyway. thanks for reading 🥰 -Nony

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[starstruckwillows]

♡ taken to court - r.l ♡

requested by anon <3

remus lupin x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, arguing, talk of cycles, talk of anxiety, swearing

remus recognizes the cycle of your fights, and it feels just like your parents... only, with a healthy ending that you aren't used to

you felt cornered, and when people feel cornered, they lash their way out with teeth and claws.

"will you stop complaining?" you bit, turning away from remus and sitting down on the bed with more force than necessary.

you knew he was frowning without looking, you knew him too well, and it made you rub your temples with a quiet groan.

hands metaphorically in the air, he made a conscious effort to lower his volume, "i am not- i'm not complaining, i'm sorry if it came across that way."

frustration boiled inside of you. or nausea. or both, you weren't sure.

"you are!" you were louder than before, "you are and it's really fucking unfair!"

"hey-"

you cut him off, "no, remus stop!"

as you stood and turned abruptly, the harsh words died in your throat. he looked dejected. crestfallen. something hooked in your gut, sinking it effectively.

"remus..." it was hardly a whisper, but he shifted to it. away from the door he'd subconsciously backed up towards.

this wasn't how any argument you'd seen worked. backing down? looking defeated? no more shouting?

"remus, i-" you reached for him and he instantly linked your hands, not meeting your eye.

after a moment, remus mumbled, "i'm sorry," running circles on your wrist bone with his thumb.

sorry? why's he sorry? i'm being unreasonable, you voiced your thoughts and he shrugged.

you shook your head, deflating and filled with shame, "no, no, remus... no, i'm sorry. i... i'm just sorry."

the words were getting stuck in your throat like insects in tree sap, trying to force their way out but cruelly contained indefinitely.

"what happened, baby? i didn't mean to be insensitive, or to upset you. i honestly had no ulterior motive, i just wanted to know if you'd put the washing on yet or not..."

tears stung the back of your eyes, guilt curled in your chest. why had that happened? why did you react that way?

you shook your head with a choked sob, having no valid answer. but remus thought he had it sussed out now.

"please don't take this the wrong way," the warning made you feel ill. remus shouldn't have to talk with a caution sign.

he continued, "but is this about your parents? i heard them fighting when we visited last weekend... is that normal?"

you just nodded mutely. it wasn't an excuse.

with a sigh, "not every disagreement has to be a court case, love. there's no judges, no persecution."

another nod.

"i'm really sorry, rem... please don't be mad at me. please don't think i'm mad at you, i'm not."

"i know, love, i know," he hummed, pulling you towards him before you begun to cry.

your short breaths became hiccups. all you could think about was how awful you'd been to someone so kind and loving, how defensive you'd gotten over a simple question.

through the spasm of your diaphragm, you managed to hurriedly convey, "i don't want a relationship like my parents, my grandparents. i don't want to be part of this cycle. it's not fair to you. or me. i- i don't want... i'll try to be better, and..."

you couldn't finish, but remus understood. hesitantly, feeling you didn't quite deserve the privilege, you pressed a kiss to the base of his throat.

"it's alright. we'll figure it out, yeah? we'll work through it."

still sensing the tendril of shame squeeze your heart, you muttered a meek, "promise?"

remus locked your pinkies in the small space between you.

"promise."

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[wordtotherose]

"Astarion- I- I need Astarion- Please, where is he? Astarion!" 

He hears her from the hallway, kicking off his shoes, and breaks into a run when she screams his name this time.

"ASTARION! Please! I need- let me go- let me go- please- I need him!" 

He's up the stairs in a flash. The door is thankfully already unlocked so it cracks into the wall and bounces back to slam into him but he's across the room before it can. They've been in this house two days. Two days. He'd left her for barely two hours to go find some miscreant to drain until near death in a back alley because the move has sapped Elizia of all her energy. All of it to the point that he hadn't wanted to leave her alone, had sullenly and indirectly asked Shadowheart to come over to be there if she woke before he was back. Didn't want her to wake up alone in case it was from a nightmare. Again. 

And it seems he was right to do so, stupidly overprotective as it has made him feel. It probably isn't the moment to feel vindicated but he does, he does. 

They had agreed on keeping separate bedrooms to ensure they each had space to themselves, space that is purely their own. Of course that doesn't mean that they're not still attached traumatised hip to traumatised hip. He'd left her sleeping in his bed, a note on the pillow next to her and Shadowheart downstairs in their kitchen organising Elizia's new array of alchemy ingredients. 

"Astarion- As- Astarion- Please- Shadowheart, please, where- where is he? I need him safe, I need him here." 

Continue Reading on AO3 or after the cut. Prompts welcome through asks!

The bedroom is spacious but not large enough to feel empty, even with only the bare bones of furniture. A desk and chair, a wardrobe, a feinting couch that was a house warming gift from Gale of all people, and of course dark, heavy curtains over the window with matching drapes around his bed.

Elizia hasn't heard the door, going by her uninterrupted pleas, so he moves slowly despite the tension shaking his hands as he hears her whimpering and Shadowheart whispering reassurances. He is gentle with parting the drapes around his extravagant four poster bed, telegraphs his movements before he follows them through even though Elizia doesn't look over. Shadowheart has her palms cradling her friend's face and so turns her to look at him as he slowly crawls onto his knees in front of them both.

"He's here, Tav, see? He's here. You need to breathe for me, your lungs can't take this for much longer. You are going to knock yourself out." 

Elizia looks a mess. Her babbling is worse still.

A complete and utter bedraggled mess. Cheeks stained with tears, eyes manic yet unblinking as she darts her gaze over Astarion over and over again. The loose night braids he put in earlier are sleep mussed and he can only hope she hasn't been scratching at her scars again. Shadowheart isn't restraining her wrists so he tentatively guesses not. She is clutching at her stomach though, like she's in physical pain, which she likely is. Her chest is delicate nowadays, the exertion of the panic she's drowning herself in cannot be helping.

"Snap out of it, spawn," Shadowheart hisses, not unkindly.

"Right. Sorry. Yes." 

Elizia whines in terror at hearing his voice and it breaks his dead heart yet again. How many times since the end has it cracked? How long until they can move on, together? 

"Astarion, you... you're not-"

Shadowheart backs away, waiting until Astarion has Elizia wrapped in his arms tight and safe. Secure. As protected as he can possibly make her feel as she sobs into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of Elizia's head, over the tips of the lines of her scars, then against the point of the ear not listening to his slow, undead heartbeat.

"I'm here, darling, I'm real. I'm here." She's nodding but he doesn't trust for a second that she's actually believing her own senses right now. He shoots a look at Shadowheart, demanding an explanation.

"She slept on her front, her rib moved and caused swelling, I think." Shadowheart, no longer having to focus on keeping Elizia from hurting herself further, strokes down her friend's sweat-ridden back with a blue glow radiating from her fingers, he feels more than sees Elizia's relief. "She must have woken up mid-night terror or something, I haven't gotten a word out of her besides your name and asking where you are."

He sighs, not in exasperation, just...tired. Tired of a world that sought to put them through agony again and again, even after everything this woman has given, has sacrificed, has suffered. All that he has suffered alone and scared and doomed to experience over and over because he screams the prettiest, because his pain is the most beautiful. He cannot begin to imagine seeing Elizia's hurt as anything but horrible. Awful. Something he wishes he could prevent, not just soothe. 

"Thank you," he says, and he truly means it. 

Shadowheart nods and leaves them be. He isn't in a state of mind to ask if she's leaving entirely or not. He'll find out later either way. The much more pressing matter is of the half-elf clutching at him with scrabbling fingers, skin fever hot through her nightshirt which really is one of his camp shirts.

"Elizia, my darling, I'm here," he nuzzles her cheek, draws her up into his lap, speaks into her ear as he nudges her into his neck and shoulder, feels the damp grow from her tears into his own clothes. "What can I do? I don't...I don't know what to do, my love. Should I keep talking?"

Elizia nods, her nails dig into his shoulderblades then retract as she rambles an apology, her sobs hitch but start to settle too. 

"That I can do. I can do that. Are you comfortable? Do you want to lie down?" 

He cradles the back of her head, knows how heavy she can feel when exhausted, has listened to her try to explain the effort it can take some days just to keep her head up. Like the weight of the scars, of the damage done, is too much for her to carry. So he will gladly help her bear it now.

"Can I..." She trails off, relaxes into his hold but doesn't hold back with any sort of strength. 

"Can you what, pet?" He asks as he kisses up and down her earrings again, tilting her head up to reach the hinge of her jaw. "Ask and it is yours."

She turns into his lips, like a flower turning to the sun, and as the sun around which she has, somehow someway for some reason, decided to revolve her life he will lend her what warmth he has. He presses kiss after kiss to the curve of her cheekbone, the line of her brow, the freckles dotted from hairline to the corner of her mouth. Waits patiently for her to find her words.

"Can I touch you? Please? I- you were gone, Astarion, I did everything and you still died, you still-"

"Hush, Tavaril, I'm not dead." He pauses, reconsiders. "Well, I am, but I'm not dead dead. Gone dead. It was just a dream, I promise."

She starts to pull away, wiping at her own tears, and he realises too late that he didn't answer her question, she's pushed herself back to the headboard before he can reach her to pull her back. 

"I'm sorry, I'm a mess. I shouldn't- it's not for you to have to- you don't have to, I shouldn't have asked, it's your body, you are your own, I promise I know that." 

"What?"

"I'm fine, I'll be fine," she continues, already looking around as if for the best way to leave the cosy space he's made with decadent pillows and numerous blankets. "I apologise, I didn't- fuck, I didn't remember- no, not- realise. I didn't realise for a while that it was, like you said. A dream. Just a dream. I'll-"

"Do shut up, darling, and let me speak." 

Her mouth closes with an audible click. He waits for her to look at him then pulls his shirt off, speaking whilst he does. "If you'd given me a moment to answer fully, you would already be touching but now you may as well let me lie down first." 

She nods, valiantly keeping her eyes on his, not drifting down to his body and gods if that doesn't make him feel safe too. Not seen as a sexual object but as a loved person. A person beloved and who can bring her the comfort she so desperately wants, needs. He makes himself comfortable next to her and opens his arms. She falls into them slowly, hesitantly. With a roll of his eyes he smiles and pulls her on top, settles her carefully as she rolls her eyes back at him. 

"Touch away, my sweet, I'm all yours. However you'd like, we have all the time in the world."

"Tell me, promise you'll tell me."

He pushes up onto his elbows, kisses her with every ounce of care he feels, the entire infinity of it. She pulls back first.

"I love you too," she whispers. 

The bed is delightfully soft as he drops back down, hands behind his head as he smiles up at her. There's a myriad of quips he could make now but he doesn't want to interrupt whatever thoughts have got her looking so pensively at his chest. She aims for the dip between his collarbones first. Her fingertips are warm to his own chilled skin, callouses less defined than they used to be. For the first minute she watches his face closely. He meets her gaze from below hooded eyelids every single time, watches steady and trusting as she runs her fingers through the trail of white hair curling from his navel down to beyond his trousers. She doesn't so much as look like she considers going further, below the belt, simply moves on to run her thumbs into the slight divots of his hips above his waistband. It's...new. To be touched like this. To lay still and let himself be...not used, never used, not by her. She'd throw herself on her own blade all over again if he so much as insinuated such a thing and isn't it odd, isn't it wonderful, to know that so solidly in his bones? That he doesn't have anything to fear from her. Heartbreak, maybe, one day, but even so, if that is her choice then so be it. Falling on a blade is not so far a thought were he to force her to stay. 

Lips over his heart.

He jolts a little in surprise and she freezes in turn, looks up at him questioningly. "Astarion?"

"You're okay," he answers, approaching dazed as he marvels at the darkness of her eyes without candlelight or a celestial body shining from the sky.

"Are you?"

"Yes, yes, I- I am. Just let me know when I can get my hands on you too, my love, but I will restrain myself for now, as you so wish."

"My generous hedonist," she murmurs the words into his stomach, runs her hands up and down his sides. 

He laughs at the absurdity of the contradiction and she follows the sound up and up to his neck where she mouths at the faint hint of a pulse he carries still when he's freshly fed. It's not hard to guess what it is that's on her mind, easier still to give her permission. She is, after all, on the side away from his bite scars, considerate as always. One day, he thinks, he wants to try pushing her past consideration, past her boundless concern over him until she takes what she wants from him without asking. He wants her to know, to trust, to believe that he will intervene if he needs but otherwise that she is safe to want, to desire and act upon it. He wants to see her lose control. One day. If she agrees. For now he bares his neck, as she has done for him so many times and as he did the last time on the roof of the Elfsong under the moon. She pauses, waits to see if he's stretching or offering and when she has her answer he can't bite back the moan from escaping as she nips at his skin before latching on, his fingers tug at his own hair to stop himself from reaching for her. She doesn't hurt him, doesn't make him bleed, but she will leave bruises that could last anywhere from an hour to a day depending on his blood intake. 

"Elizia," he groans, arching up into her, enjoying the sensuality of her shirt- his shirt- their fucking ruffled shirt on his bare skin, she rolls skin between her teeth, pinches with her canines then retreats with a pleased hum.

He's relieved to see more life in her eyes when she leans over him, brushes the tips of their noses together before kissing his forehead. 

"Thank you," she says.

"You're done already?" He asks and it comes out far too close to needy for his comfort so of course he tries to cover it up with a flippant dismissal. "Not that you need carry on, I'm glad I could help, of course. And with so little effort required on my part, you may as well have told me to lie back and relax. Though I might have assumed the evening to go a little differently then, I suppose."

"Astarion?" 

"Hmm?" He fears he looks somewhat manic but she's smiling and she was screaming for him and not in the good way not so long ago, one can't blame him if he's a little off his game.

She tugs on his wrists and he stiffly lets go of his hair, keeps very still as she kisses each knuckle all whilst maintaining eye contact. It's like she's looking into his damned soul and he sort of loves it. 

"You can touch me if you want." She lets go of his wrists. "But I can also probably fall asleep on my own now, if you want some space. I...thank you, for giving me this. I'm..."

"Grateful," he offers quietly, twisting his wrists to intertwine their fingers.

"Grateful," she repeats and there's a tinge of sadness to the echo, a misery he knows is growing in her with every bad day, difficult hour or overwhelming moment like the one just passed. 

He wants to roll them over, rest his weight like a heavy blanket over her as she's fondly remarked upon enjoying since they started sharing bedrolls way back in amidst the Shadow Curse. But as with so many things, changes must be made and to do as he wants might hurt her further, a risk he doesn't care to take, quite frankly. Instead he lies her down next to him, relieved when she understands it as the silent request for her to stay that it is, to let herself be cared for. Something she is utterly, profoundly shit at, as he's discovered. He prods her to roll over so he can curl around her back, one arm stretched out under her neck and holding her close, palm pressed against her stomach under the shirt, fingers spread as he feels every shift of her breathing.

"Sleep, pet. Tomorrow we'll try that cloak you bought and it will be a new day."

"A new day," she echoes into the pillow, fingers circling the wrist by her head. 

"Exactly."

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #my writing #fanfic #ao3

[snippychicke]

I don't know I you're taking requests (if you aren't, ignore my presence), but imagine this: our cat boy Kuro saving the reader who ate devil fruit from drawning and being worried about her health (sorry about any misspelling, english isn't my first lenguage)

I am indeed taking requests at this time! I wasn't sure if you meant the devil fruit!Reader from the first little thing I did, but I just ran with it. Either way, here you go!

Tw for drowning

One minute you were running along the railing of the ship in your feline form, the necklace clutched between your teeth. The diamond was bigger than a human fist and alone would sell for millions of berries.

You could see the smaller, steam-powered boat that you and Kuro claimed as your own, sitting in the shadow of the much larger galley shop. Kuro already had the small engine billowing smoke, ready to run as soon as you were aboard.

You reached the end of the railing at the back of the ship and jumped. You would have easily made the distance.

If someone hadn't grabbed your tail at the last minute.

The slick black fur pulled easily from their grasp, but it had screwed up your trajectory. You didn't have enough momentum, and ended up falling too fast.

Right into the ocean.

The seawater sapped you of your energy as soon as you touched it, as well as knocking the air from your lungs. You don't even have the energy to hold on to the necklace. Hell, you couldn’t do anything as your body sinks like a stone, as if the ocean itself was pulling you down to your grave.

~*~

Kuro watched as your black form raced across the railing, a.trio of guards racing after you but falling behind. The heirloom necklace of a royal family glinted in the sunlight, one small item that promised plenty of berries in reward alone, never mind the items he alone had raided from the ship.

Things were smooth until a guard appeared out of nowhere just as you jumped, briefly grabbing your tail. His stomach dropped as he watched you slip away, but obviously not going to make it.

Shit.

Kuro was already pulling the heavy captain's coat from his shoulders by the time you hit the water, and jumped in shortly after. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust so he could see your small black body in the water, already sinking far deeper than seemed normal.

But that was the price of the devil fruits, as far as legends went. He knew a simple splash made you weak and woozy, and feared what being submerged would do.

If you didn't simply drown. Could you even hold your breath as a cat?

If you had been anyone else, he would have cut his losses and ran. There was a dark voice from the back of his mind that pointed out that if you died, your half would be his and it would be more than plenty for his plans.

Had this happened just a few months ago, he probably would have followed that voice. But you had become more important; more important than riches or anything else.

He scooped the small black cat in one arm before quickly kicking back up to the surface. He could hear the grand ship behind them lowering dinghys into the water when he surfaced, and quickly climbed onto the smaller steam boat, (the ship was revolutionary, really, and you had gleefully convinced him that you needed it. Stealing it had been an adventure itself, especially considering it was a prototype not to be actually used.) kicking the engine into gear and quickly outpaced their attempts at rowing.

But Kuro was focused on your limp body in his arms, grabbing a blanket and quickly toweling the water off. He didn't know if it was a good sign or not when you shifted back into your human form, but it made things a lot easier. He could easily check your pulse--soft and fluttery beneath your skin-- which was a relief.

Except you weren't breathing.

He swore as he rubbed your sternum hard, encouraging you to breathe. "Damn, no. You are not dying. You are not allowed." You couldn't die. You were the only person he trusted, the only person he needed.

Except seconds ticked by and there was nothing. No signs of life. Kuro leaned closer to you, feeling his heart constrict painfully in his chest. He couldn’t lose you. Not when you were both so close to achieving your dream. "Please, kitten. You can't leave me like this." He rubbed more water from you, as if that would make you breathe again. He'd do anything, give anything, for you to live.

As if answering his prayers, you suddenly gasped and began coughing, seawater spilling from your lips as you rolled on your side. Kuro helped as best he could, rubbing circles on your back, pulling your damp hair away from your face, and even giving soft encouragement as you caught your breath. “That’s it. Breathe. You’re okay, just breathe."

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you sat up, though still weak enough you leaned heavily against him.

"For what?" Kuro asked, grabbing his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders as your began to shiver. He didn’t even hesitate as he pulled you close, both for warmth and just because he was so thankful you were okay.

"I lost it. The necklace."

He didn’t even think before giving a humorless chuckle. “Better the necklace than your life.” He pulled you closer. “You’re far more valuable to me.”

#one piece kuro #kuro/reader #kuro one piece #one piece klahadore #klahadore #Klahadore/reader #one piece #one piece live action #opla khaladore #opla kuro

[blackbirdblackbird]

this is set in an au that’s some kind of vague mashup of s4/s5 where lena found out about her magic and sg at the end of s3, then left, and then the deo turned against kara.

/

Kara’s powers are a dim and distant memory, but still she can hear the alarms. She can feel the earth shake, and the rage of a storm howling all around.

It is… strangely comforting, somehow.

She had let herself sink into the haze of the Kryptonite. The sickly green light suffusing her body, sapping her strength, gnawing at her, consuming her. Time blurred and fell away: a second an eternity of agonizing torment, an hour slipping away in the blink of eye. The cell and the glowing green shackles becoming her own personal Phantom Zone.

But now, she feels something almost like hope.

The alarms are closer now, and the howl reaches a crescendo. Gunfire, and shouts that are quickly cut off just outside. Then the cell door is flung open.

Kara recognizes her immediately – how could she not? Even wrapped in her ragged dark cloak, even wreathed in a halo of golden light, even after all their time apart.

Maybe Kara is hallucinating, or dreaming. Maybe she’s dying.

“Lena.”

Then Lena is right in front of her. The lightest touch on her wrist, and the shackles holding her up and suppressing her powers come loose. Without the support, she collapses. But Lena catches her, easing her down. “You came. You got my message,” Kara mutters. “You kept the watch?”

“Of course I did,” Lena whispers absentmindedly.

The brief lucidity is slipping away again. But this time it’s the safety and comfort of Lena’s presence she’s sinking into.

“You left. Every one left me. Alex left me.”

“She didn’t,” Lena says with surprising vehemence. “She didn’t know what to do, and she made a mistake.”

Kara loses focus on the thread of the conversation as Lena turns around, aiming some kind of device at the kryptonite emitters on the walls.

“I made you leave. I’m sorry,” Kara babbles. “I’m sorry, Lena.”

“I know,” she says softly, returning to Kara. Gentle fingers caress Kara’s bruised wrists. She’s close, so close – she slaps something on Kara’s chest.

A flash of golden light jolts through her, melting away the haze once again. Every cell in her body is humming with energy, and for the first time in forever she feels fully awake. Looking down, she finds a small metallic disk on her chest, pouring yellow light into her body.

“What – ” Kara starts, not even sure which question is going to be first, but Lena silences her.

“Not now. That won’t last long.” There’s a commotion the hallway. Without looking, Lena tosses a small stone towards the door with a brief chanted incantation. A curtain of fire erupts, covering the door. “No time. Come on, up.”

She offers Kara her hand, and Kara takes it. She stands up mostly under her own power. She’s just about to ask Lena what next when the kryptonite emitters on the walls flicker back to life. Kara nearly doubles over in pain.

“Fuck.” Lena presses a button on her watch – not the one Kara gave her, she notices – and points it somewhere behind Kara.

At the same time, the fire dies down.

The last Kara sees of the cell is Alex, shocked expression on her face and gun held limply in her hand as she steps through the door, calling Kara’s name. Kara lets herself fall back into the safety of Lena’s arms, and the cell vanishes in a swirl of purple light.

#supercorp #fanfic #I've had an idea for this for a while #but that post about main character going to enemy for help made me think of this little scene

[armysantiny]

To better communication – PJS

P: Jay x female reader | G: drabble/request, hurt/comfort angst, fluff | Inc: overworked reader, head chef Jay, avoidance on y/n' s part, confrontation, Sunwoo (tbz), Jongho (atz), brief anxiety attack, crying, domesticsity, dinner date | Wc: 1.59k | W: anxiety attack, crying, confrontation| R: G

Minnie's notes; sorry for taking forever with this @blonghoonie! I haven't written for enha in a while, I hope this is good!

Some days there never seemed to be a beat missed between y/n and Jay. Words could be left unsaid, and the married couple didn’t have to fill in the blanks. Soft and intimate nights began with laughs and ended with gentle kisses, hushed murmurs of good night and love you ended their day.

But bliss doesn’t last forever, and the tension left an uncomfortable silence in its place.

The ache in y/n’s chest burned as the night dragged on, a vice grip over her heart that kept her silent while she busied herself with late-night emails and work deadlines. The threat of tears lest she take a break kept y/n’s fingers typing, typing, typing. The rat race of corporate life was catching up with her, and y/n didn’t have the heart to face Jay’s concerned glances night after night. He didn’t deserve to worry, not with the stresses of his own job. She was good at her job, she could do this.

And so that night, as she had for the past four weeks, y/n refused to tell Jay what was wrong.

Again, the couple’s night ended with silence. Hurt, misunderstood silence.

Jay couldn’t remember the time he got home, or how he had managed to drag himself into bed, the dinner service from the night prior sapping the last of his energy. Where coming home used to relieve his spirit, the silence and stillness of his shared home only dug deeper into his aching chest.

“Morning…” muttering a greeting that went unanswered apart from an acknowledging hum, Jay swallowed back the hurt, a wounded smile on his face at the sight of his favourite coffee already loaded into the dispenser. Right…of course y/n still loved him, still cared for him, even if he hadn’t heard those vital three words in over four weeks. Looking over, Jay buried his frustrations for the nth time as he went about making his own breakfast.

Despite being attentive during prep and adjusting the dinner service menu as needed, Jay’s mind had been somewhere else entirely. He was distracted from work, from everything but the festering ache in his chest. His train of thought be damned, but the head chef couldn’t get himself out of the mental spiral, no matter how hard he tried.

And y/n wasn’t faring any better either.

Trembling out of exhaustion as she pushed through work and ignored the concerned glances sent her way by concerned co-workers, y/n knuckled down at her desk. Her workload seemed to never end. And with no one else in the same corporate position – not that others, like Sunwoo or Jongho couldn’t also fill the role – y/n’s hands were stuck with the mountainous workload whether she wanted it or not.

Stuck at her desk long after the end of her shift came and went, y/n waved off co-worker after co-worker until she was alone in the office, a single lone monitor staring right back at her. The ever-growing hopelessness that stayed in the corners of her own mind was clawing at her throat, dragging y/n into a downward spiral as she mindlessly typed word after word.

And then her phone rang.

“Can I help you?”

“Y/n love…it’s me,” her heart dropped as Jay’s voice rang through the speakers. “Look…it’s getting really late, and I’m worried. Want me to come and pick you up?”

What could she possibly say? How could she possibly face her husband after weeks of shutting him out? Silent as the words refused to leave the confines of her throat, y/n’s head began to fill with white noise, the world drowning out. The exhaustion, the anxieties, the guilt; it was all crashing down.

“…breathe— y/n, darling, breathe for me…” Taking her husband’s advice as his voice eventually cut through ringing in her ears, y/n pushed her chair away from the desk, suddenly eager to stretch her worn-out limbs.

“Thank- thank you Jay…I’d appreciate it if you could come pick me up.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in ten.”

True to his word, Jay had made his way to y/n’s office building within ten minutes, his jaw clenched in what could only be described as concerned anger. He had been blown off for weeks on end over a job that caused y/n this much stress? Was it even worth it?

Conversations needed to happen once they got home.

The drive back home was silent. Jay’s grip on the steering wheel was death-grip tight and y/n didn’t have the heart to disturb the fragile quiet. Stealing glances every now and then at her husband, y/n kept her attention largely focused on the night-time scenery. Anything but breaking what precious peace was hanging over the car.

“So, when were you planning on admitting that you’re burning yourself out?” Jay’s sharp question cut through the silence as the couple entered their home, a thick blanket of impatience taking its place. He couldn’t let it fester in the corner of his mind anymore – the chef needed to know why his wife, the love of his life, was doing this to herself.

“Jay, love I—”

“No. Y/n, I don’t want to hear any more of your excuses. I can’t even— when was the last time you thought about something that wasn’t fucking work?”

“I-…I don’t know.”

“A month, y/n. You’ve been drowning yourself in work and shutting me out for a month.” Jay deadpanned, his frustrated exhaustion dripping through his voice. The dam containing everything he had held back had cracked, and it broke the moment the silence had stretched on longer than a minute. His rant continued, listing every moment where Jay had watched y/n break off and sacrifice more and more for a job that was draining her dry.

He couldn’t watch it happen any longer.

Coming down from his rant, Jay took a deep breath, then a few more, the adrenaline still burning away under his skin. He had turned his back during his rant, too fired up to look at y/n in the eye and frowned at the wall as he heard quiet sniffles. It couldn’t have been coming from him; his face was dry, and the only other person in the house was—

Was y/n crying?

“Y/n, baby—"

Furiously wiping at her stained cheeks, y/n squeezed her eyes shut when Jay came closer, bottom lip trembling. He was right— of course he was right. There wasn’t any doubt about it; she was overworking herself, but how could she possibly have let herself take a break when Jay was pushing himself every single day? Surely, she could do the same.

Evidently not, however.

When the fog of tears cleared, y/n was on the sofa, met by Jay’s chest, strong arms wrapped around her and soft whispers in her ear. She felt like a fool – everything could have been alright if she had simply told him in the first place. If she had just opened up to him when it all started to become too much to bear. Basking in her husband’s warmth a little while longer, y/n pulled herself off to look him in the eye, fond admiration swimming in her gaze.

“Feeling better, honey?” Oh how she loved him.

“Have I said that I love you, Jay? Because I love you.”

By morning, the air felt lighter. Much lighter. Y/n had spent the rest of the previous night drafting and sending an email to her boss. She wouldn’t allow them to abuse her work ethic anymore.

Now she had two weeks away from work and someone was to be trained to fill the same position.

She wasn’t doing it all by herself anymore.

Peering her head outside the bathroom as the smell of coffee and breakfast wafted its way over, y/n grinned, working through her morning routine even faster with the promise of hot coffee and Jay’s cooking not too far away. Y/n, of course, wasn’t absolutely clueless in the kitchen, having been taught the basics in university, but Jay wasn’t taking cup ramen and tteokbokki as nearly every day as an adequate excuse for a meal. The kitchen was his territory.

And no one seemed to be complaining about the arrangement just yet.

“Do you want to do something—” pausing, y/n looked up from her plate, her question haemorrhaging itself there. Did Jay have a day off? “…is your day off today or tomorrow?”

“It’s both, actually,” Jay grinned from behind his coffee, “Soobin hyung said I still have some holidays off, and the restaurant will survive without me for two days.” Jay answered, animating his answer with the end of his butter knife as he spoke. “I’m definitely down to spend time with you honey, I’ve missed our date nights.”

“I’ve missed it too, sorry about—”

“Nope— uh uh, no apologising love. All forgiven, remember?”

“Right,” y/n hummed, a mouthful of toast in her hand, “all forgiven.”

Watching the fountain display from the veranda of the downtown restaurant the couple had been recommended, their wine glasses clinked, a bottle of red wine sitting between them on the table. Eating dinner together downtown on what would have been a miserable and exhausting workday was not something y/n had in the card for her a week ago, but those cards could throw themselves away. She was here. With Jay. Together.

“Wanna toast?” Jay hummed, watching how his wife relaxed with an infatuated smile. “Toast to anything you want~”

“Anything?”

“Anything, honey.” He watched her rise from the seat, eyes not once leaving her.

“Hmm…I propose a toast…to better communication~”

“To better communication.” Clink.

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[therealjambery]

I heard it was your birthday @supervillainny and I wanted to send you something nice since the strike means you're not getting mail. You've given us so many Winterhawk kisses I thought you should get at least one back.

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When Clint opened his front door, Bucky was standing on the other side, completely soaked. Water was already darkening the hallway carpet and dripping from the ends of his hair.

"Hi," Bucky said. He was wearing black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt under his leather jacket that the rain had plastered to his chest.

"It's raining," Clint said, and immediately felt like a dumbass for stating the obvious.

"Yeah." Bucky's lips quirked into a small smile. He ran a hand through his hair and flicked the excess water off his fingers.

"Sorry." Clint stepped back, holding the door open. "Come in. I'll get you a towel."

"Thanks." Bucky followed him into the apartment, carefully shutting the door and locking the deadbolt before kneeling down to get his boots off.

Clint allowed himself one panicked grimace in the bathroom mirror before he grabbed a towel out of the cabinet. This thing between them was still new, and he teetered between disbelief and wonder every time he thought about it too much.

"I didn't think you would come," he said as he came back into the living room. The storm had rolled in fast, black clouds and sheets of rain all afternoon.

Bucky took the proffered towel and scrubbed it over his hair. He had hung up his jacket on the hook by the door that was supposed to be for Clint's keys. "I wanted to see you," he said, voice slightly muffled by the towel.

Clint felt his cheeks heat and was glad Bucky couldn't see his face right at that moment.

Grasping the back of his t-shirt in one hand, Bucky pulled it over his head. "Got any clothes I can wear?" he asked, sliding his arms out of the sleeves.

Clint's eyes caught on Bucky's abs, the cut of his hips disappearing into his jeans and knew he was blushing for real now. "I'll see what I can find," he managed, and escaped up the stairs to the loft.

He dug around in the clean-ish laundry pile to find a t-shirt. The last time he had done laundry, he'd found a pair of pants under the bed that were decidedly too short for him. He pulled them off the top of the dresser.

When he came back downstairs, Bucky was standing at the kitchen island in only his boxer briefs, draping his jeans over a barstool. Clint's mouth went suddenly dry at the sight.

He shoved the clothes at Bucky and said, "Coffee. I'll make coffee." The coffeemaker was on the counter next to the stove, and turning his back on Bucky was a bit of a relief. He kept his eyes on the counter as he emptied out the used filter and got a new one out of a cabinet.

"I've been looking for these pants," Bucky said.

"I washed them." He was being weird, why was he being so weird? He couldn't understand why he was feeling so wrong-footed.

"Thanks." Bucky sounded genuinely pleased.

The coffee machine gurgled and spluttered to life. Clint turned to lean against the counter as Bucky settled onto the couch, kicking his legs up onto the cushions. He smiled at Clint, the genuine one that made Clint go a little soft in the knees. Clint could feel an answering smile on his face, his earlier awkwardness dissipating with the warmth in Bucky's eyes.

They smiled at each other like saps until the coffee maker beeped. Clint poured two mugs and brought them over to the couch.

"I don't have any milk," he said apologetically. He handed one to Bucky and sat down on the opposite end of the couch carefully.

"That's okay." Bucky took a sip of his coffee, then set it on the coffee table. He poked Clint's thigh with his foot. "Come over here and keep me warm."

Clint raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at his own coffee cup. "You come over here," he said.

Sighing theatrically, Bucky slid closer, poking and prodding him until Clint was leaning back on the arm of the couch and Bucky was sprawled contentedly on top of him, head on Clint's chest and their legs tangled together.

Clint rubbed his free hand up and down Bucky's back and kissed the top of his head. "Warm now?"

Bucky hummed and pressed his cold nose into Clint's collarbone.

A gust of wind sent the rain clattering across the window. Clint inhaled the steam from his coffee, not even trying to stop the smile from breaking out over his face. Bucky was half asleep already, a welcome weight.

He stretched out an arm to set the coffee on the table and slouched down further, wrapping both arms around Bucky and leaning his head against the back of the couch. He listened to the rain and to Bucky's deep, even breaths, and, for the first time in a long time, was happy exactly where he was.

#winterhawk #my fic #posting before I overthink it

[twothpaste]

deliriously surreal little 1k fic snippet under the cut. three psychics try to tame the rampaging natural killer cyborg with some gentle telepathic persuasion. but it turns out the creature's mind palace is a very strange place...

(cw: blood, body horror, animal death, general visceral unpleasantness)

Leder's got a library copy of the Inferno. A scrappy, shitty, well-loved old paperback, with dog-ears on half its pages. Kumatora ate it up, during her punkass Satanic phase around age nineteen. Even got a Cerberus tattooed on her back. It ain't any snappin' teeth or serpentine horrors, though, that stuck with her most dearly. Not even the torturous plights of all them sinful human souls. Nah. What's haunted n' captivated her ever since, is the fate of the underworld's overlord. The great reveal, that even Lucifer himself was utterly damned to his Ninth Circle. If y'ain't read it, she'll tell ya: it goes like this. Dante n' Virgil find him down there, at Hell's deepest depths, imprisoned in a lake of solid ice. Frozen just as miserably solid as the wretchedest traitors he held prisoner. Cryin' frosted tears from his three hangin' heads. "Y'can't help but feel sorry for the guy," she'd told Ash. N' Lucas. N' just about everybody else. "He ain't some kinda evil king. Ain't even callin' the shots, really. All he did was stick it to the man - shit, I wouldda, too! N' then he's stuck with the rest of 'em. Freezin' his nuts off, 'til the end o' time…"

… Anyways.

She thinks of that. While she lets loose PK Freeze Ω from her stalwart palms.

An icy barricade seals pig to pit. Clings upon its walls of flesh, like binding chains. Holds it, softly, forcefully, in place. Maybe the cold-numb'll coax it to settle down, wishful thinking suggests. Maybe it'll ease its agony. If just for a short while. Steam billows where ice meets pink-red skin. A hot-blooded protest. Its bellows would put Cerberus to shame. Wet brain meat writhes, sickly swollen, against a half-shattered glass dome.

Claus joins his brother, at the labyrinth's gate.

("He's from a dream I had, you know," Master Porky said. With deathly shrieks still ringing in his nightmare ears.)

(The Capsule keeps screaming.)

(Lucas grips Claus' wrist, as they tread forward. Sticky sap tugs at their boots. Crunching tiny exoskeletons, and brittle wings. He wonders - and therefore, they both wonder - whether fruit flies and mosquitos screech as they suffocate, too. How many death throes we can't even hear. Or if, through some dark, impossible miracle, they're still alive. Schrodinger's smother. Amber crystalizes, turning your whole world gold in retrospect. You can't budge. Can't even breathe. But your mind thrashes evermore against its binds.)

("There's a way out," Claus insists. Shakin' their head. "I know the way. We do. We can show ya.")

("Shhh…" comes Lucas' soft spring breeze. It brushes over both chimeras.)

(The screams grow louder.)

(The heart-splitting sound of a child's untimely demise. Ribs shattered on solid stone. Some could mistake a pig's distraughtest wails for a human's, given the right-wrong acoustics. A tweenaged Butch'd said ol' Gertrude was due for slaughter in a couple weeks. And cracked a joke about makin' bacon. Biff elbowed him real hard. N' said he ain't s'posed to say crap like that in front'a the rugrats. Kid Claus chased a piglet about. Jested that it'd make a fine Christmas ham, someday. Little Lucas scooped the thing up, in the grass-stained arms of his sweater. Covered its floppy ears. N' sobbed himself halfway to hysterics. Claus was laughin' so hard, he could barely wheeze out an apology. He'd be screamin' like hell when it came for him, though. Crucified on the chopping block. Teething his goddamn limbs off. While a ten-year-old Lucas sulked past the old slaughter shed. Exhaled a silent, wintry cloud. And pulled his scarf over his chilled-pink ears.)

("These… These aren't your memories.")

(The Commander had stared into the Natural Killer Cyborg's vessel. Only to find its own reflection, cast back on the glass.)

(The boy named Lucas had tried to quell it. Ended up with his hands at his own throat. Gaspin' the same strangled breaths as every other chimera he'd ever bashed into submission.)

("It ain't like that. I swear, we don't wanna hurtcha. Y'can let us in.")

(They're up to their knees, now. At the Capsule wall, where ice stings flesh. It's searing hot to the touch. As if all the red and guts smeared to its surface are still broiling, and seething, with live mammalian body temperature - and a rage that spans far beyond. Lucas tends the fresh burns on his brother's hand, when they wipe it clean. Claus does the same for him.)

("M'sorry. M'so, so sorry. Y'didn't deserve any of this.")

("We're gonna make it up to ya. We promise.")

(Their pity earns them boils, and lesions. Skin charred black, like an overcooked waste of meat. A persistence that speaks volumes of burned pages. The two of them find the window, prying with peeling fingers. Wipe away the human carnage that sullies its pane.)

(They show it the Sanctuary. Straight from their minds' eyes. A sleepy sunset, over the palms and coral trees. It's mellow-warm. Summertime's brink. When they last left, the Hippo Launchers'd already taken to the tides and puddles. N' the Rhinocerocket herds were nappin' peacefully in the shade. Where all creatures've got a right to life - just as they always have - and all 'cause they've made it so. The real world's a beautiful place, they tell it. It's out there. Waiting for you.)

(A porcine nose twitches between the crimson smears. Between vicious screams. Close breath fogs up the pane. Somewhere, on the very fringe of consciousness, Kumatora's valiant struggle seems fainter than before.)

("Easy, now…")

("That's it…")

(A set of tusks glints perfect white.)

(The beast bashes its full weight against the Capsule's interior.)

(It rolls forward. And crushes them both.)

The Natural Killer Cyborg activates a PSI Counter Device.

They snap back sputtering. The older twin reaches, outta sheer muscle memory, for his cane. The younger lifts an arm, to summon a Shield. Tries to, rather. It's with shivering shock that they realize they've been sealed stiff - in a gnarling ridge of PK Freeze spires.

"Agh! God, damn it!" Kumatora yowls. Clamped up right beside 'em.

Ninth Circle indeed.

#osha's eleven #2thprose #posting snippets from this chapter without the full chapter's context is hard but y'all can have just this one #it's like lord of the flies meets jurassic park meets dante's inferno meets nausicaa in here. listen #i have to make my writing more surreal and scrapbook in pieces of realass literature or i'll die

[fangirlwriting-stories]

They Say You Can't Fight Fate (I Say Fucking Watch Me)

Chapter One

Author's Note: And that's a wrap! Thanks for reading this one, it was a tad spontaneous, but I really loved writing it, and I'm glad it got an ending when I wasn't quite sure when I posted it. I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter Eight:

Remus was almost scared to admit it sometimes, but things were good.  He’d never expected to have the freedom to work with people he loved, doing something he at least didn’t hate, and not have to worry about stupid soulmates or stupid orderlies or stupid people never believing him.

Roman seemed to be doing much better with the therapist, though Remus was loath to admit it.  But he was happy, and that made Remus happy too.  Logan was still amazing fun to hang out with, and Remus was definitely not imagining the blushes that were starting to be sent his way.  He was going to have to bring them up sooner rather than later.  Especially considering Virgil finally got his head out of his ass, realized how stupid waiting for your soulmate was, and decided to kiss Janus about it.  The two of them weren’t any less argumentative, but now quite a few of those arguments ended with the break room being mysteriously locked.  It annoyed Roman to death, but Remus thought it was hilarious.

Overall, though, life was starting to look up in a very real way, and even if there were still problems, Remus was starting to feel like it was something he might be able to handle.

He should have known it wouldn’t last.

It was a quiet Saturday, which was unusual, but it being unusual meant all four of them were scheduled to work, so they were lazing around at the front desk and tossing life stories and quips back and forth (well, with most of the stories coming from people other than Remus).

Remus was sitting on the desk and leaning back on his hands, listening to the others, smiling as he watched them.  Roman was arguing with Virgil about what movies to watch when they had a Disney marathon, and Janus was only cutting in to feed the flames of their argument.  Remus, on the other hand, was allowing himself a moment to be a sap and think about how much he loved the three of them, and how much he’d appreciated everything they’d done for him.

And then the bell jingled, and a horribly familiar voice yelled “REMUS!”

Remus went stiff immediately, and Roman whirled around from where he was arguing with Virgil and jumped forward in the same motion, surprising everyone except for Remus with how quickly he moved forward and shoved himself in front of him.

“Hey, woah,” Virgil said, moving forward at the same time Janus turned around.  “What’s going on?”

Their Mom and Dad both stepped forward, and Remus could see Roman shaking as badly as he was, but he didn’t move from his spot in front of him.

“What on earth are you two doing here?” their dad said, looking back and forth between them both.

“Uh, sorry,” Virgil said, and to Remus’ surprise, he stepped forward and pushed both Roman and Remus further behind him.  “But we have a strict policy against serving people who give our employees visible fear responses.”

“Step aside, young man,” their father said, crossing his arms.  “We’re here to speak with our sons.”

Virgil exchanged a look with Janus, and Remus could see the exact moment that something processed for the two of them.  He felt a little sick, but instead he just grabbed Roman’s arm and squeezed it, and Roman linked their hands and squeezed back.

“Get off of the premises right now,” Janus said lowly, pointing a finger out the door.  “Or I am calling the police.”

“No!” Remus screamed, and Janus turned in surprise to him.

Police would be on their parents side as soon as they even started to explain the situation.  They’d send Remus back, and who knows what they’d do with Roman, and Remus would never see him or Janus or Virgil ever again.

“Remus,” their mother said, stepping forward and holding her hands out.  “We just want to help you—”

“No, get away from me, stay away!” Remus screamed, backing up and pulling Roman with him.

“Fine,” Virgil said, shifting and putting himself firmly in front of Roman and Remus.  “Get off the premises right now or I will run into the other room and grab one of our fucking bats.  And rest assured I am not afraid to use it.”

“Don’t involve yourself in situations you couldn’t have the slightest hope of understanding,” their father said, crossing his arms and glaring at Virgil.

“I understand enough,” Virgil growled.  “I understand you’re scaring the hell out of two of the bravest people I know.”

“You listen here—”

Remus turned, grabbed Roman’s arm, and ran them both into the other room, because Virgil had a good idea there and he was going to take advantage of it.  Roman seemed to pick up on his plan after a second and thankfully grabbed a bat too.  Before they headed back out, he grabbed Remus’ arm.  “How far are you planning on going?” he asked quietly.

“I have no fucking clue,” Remus said, and banged the door open, startling everyone on the other side of it.

“Get out of here,” Remus said, hoisting up the bat behind his head.  “Or I am going to fucking kill you.”

Both of his parents stared at him for a minute, and then his father sighed and put his hands on his hips, looking exasperated.

“Remus, don’t be ridiculous,” he started.

Remus screamed and slammed the bat into the wall, putting a hole right through it.  “LISTEN TO ME!” he screamed.

Well, now at least his father looked a little frightened.

“Remus,” his mother said, her voice shaking.  “Stop it, you’re causing a scene.”

“Good!  I want to!  Get the fuck out of here or I am going to slam this bat into the space between your eyes, if that is what it takes to get you the fuck out of my life!  I am happy here!  I have Roman and I have friends and I have someone I might want to actually date sometime, and I am not going to let you fuck it up again!”

“You shouldn’t be dating anyone, they’re not your soulmate—” Remus’ father started.

“No, Roman is my soulmate,” Remus said, taking a couple steps forward until, to his vicious delight, his parents took a couple steps back.  “Because I fucking say so!  That is my choice, you don’t get a say in it!  You don’t get any say in my life anymore, because every time you have one, you fuck it up!  You fucked me up and you fucked Roman up too, and I am not going to let you stay here and fuck anyone or anything else up!  So I suggest you turn around and run home with your tails between your legs.  Because I don’t want to die, but you know something?  I’m starting to think I wouldn’t mind so much if you did.”

Neither of his parents said anything, just gaped at him in shock and a still-not-appropriate-enough amount of fear.

Janus and Virgil were both staring at him too, but Remus was trying very hard not to look at them right now.  That became a little more difficult however, when after a second Janus shook himself and turned around, glaring at Remus’ parents.

“Bye,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Both of Remus’ parents looked at him again.  Remus smacked his bat against his hand.  They turned and fled.

As soon as they were out of sight, everything rushed out of Remus at once, and he dropped to his knees and sobbed, the bat clattering to his feet beside him.

A moment later a second bat hit the ground, and Remus felt the familiar arms of his Roman encircling him.

“It’s okay,” Roman whispered.  “It’s okay it’s okay.”

Remus turned and buried his head in his chest, trying and mostly failing to breathe in any capacity.

Then, he saw a different person kneel next to him out of the corner of his eye, and Virgil was suddenly there saying something.

“I’m gonna count to four, okay?  Try and breathe in.”

Remus listened and tried to do what he said, and eventually his breathing got a little stabler, though he was still crying, and he definitely didn’t want to let go of Roman.

“Okay,” came Janus’ voice, and he knelt down on Remus’ other side.  “We’re closed up, no one else is coming in today.”

“‘m sorry,” Remus managed.

“For what?” Virgil said firmly, looking meaningfully at him.

Remus sniffed.  “For damaging the wall,” he said with a weak smile.  “‘m not supposed to do that.”

Virgil burst into laughter, smiling back at Remus and shaking his head.  “I love you, you idiot,” he said.

Remus sniffed again, his smile fading.  “You want an explanation?”

“We don’t need one,” Janus said.

Remus turned to stare at him.  “You’re telling me you aren’t curious?”

“Remus, I have been desperately curious for months now,” Janus said.  “But last time we tried to talk about something before you were ready it went really, really poorly.”

Roman nudged Remus gently from the front, and Remus looked up at him.  “I think it’s time,” he said quietly.

Remus looked at him for a minute, and he nodded.  “‘Kay,” he mumbled.  He blinked a couple times, and then grabbed Roman’s still-shaking arms.  “You okay?”

Roman let out a shaky breath and shook his head, some tears slipping past his eyes.

Remus climbed up and wrapped his arms tightly around Roman, and Roman took his turn to cry into Remus’ shoulder.

When they both felt a little more stable, Remus turned to look at Janus, then Virgil, trying to think of how to start.  Finally, he sighed.

“Here,” he said, pulling his sleeve up and showing them both his soulmark.  Janus raised an eyebrow, and Virgil just looked at it, his face not revealing anything.

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t ever listen when I told them I was okay,” Remus said quietly, pulling his sleeve back down.  “And eventually they tossed me into a mental hospital, looking for something to justify their stupid beliefs and insane paranoia.”

“I kinda got the opposite treatment,” Roman said, pulling up his own sleeve and laying it out in front of them, but just leaving it there instead of pulling it back down.  “I told them I wasn’t okay, over and over, but they never let me not be.”

“So we ran,” Remus said.  “Decided we were soulmates, said each other’s soulmarks, and just ran away.”

Virgil whistled, leaning back on his hands.  “Well, shit.”

“I’m so sorry,” Janus said quietly.

Remus let out a shaky breath.  “Yeah,” he said, “me too.”

“We kind of lied about being eighteen for the first couple months we were here,” Roman said.

Janus snorted.  “Oh, we knew.”

Remus laughed a little, giving him a tired smile.

“I vote we all head back to Janus’ and I’s place,” Virgil said.  “We’re taking tomorrow off to watch movies and stuff our faces with junk food.”

“I’m so down with that plan,” Remus said.

“Eventually we’re going to need to figure out a plan to keep you both safe long term,” Janus said.  “But I think Remus bought us all some time there.  It will also help now that you’re both actually eighteen.”

“I like that plan,” Roman said, giving an exhausted nod.

“For now let’s go home though,” Virgil said, standing.  “I’m gonna go pull the car around.  Just meet me out front whenever you can manage.”

“Hey,” Remus said, looking between Virgil and Janus.  “Thank you.  Both of you.  So much.”

Janus reached over and gave Remus a squeeze, and then Virgil leaned down and did the same.

“Of course,” Virgil said.  “We look out for each other when we work shitty service jobs together.”

Remus laughed and smiled up at him, and Virgil gave him a smirk as he headed out to the car.

Janus helped him and Roman both stand up a second later, and they all headed for the exit at a leisurely pace.

And as they stepped out front to head towards movies and junk foods, and Remus climbed into the car with his brother and two closest friends, he realized maybe the good part of life would last after all.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #creativitwins #platonic dukeceit #platonic dukexiety #platonic prinxiety #platonic roceit #anxceit #my fic

[dinobot900]

ok so I’ve just finished The Wilds s2 and there is a lot to unpack... spoilers below

first off, we really need a season 3 now. I’ll admit though this season had its flaws, the ending was good. I can’t imagine any of the other girls being the operative- like it’s a good cliffhanger but the we as a audience have learned to love the girls and I think if one of them is reveled to be another operative it will ruin that. I hope its the boys that are the operatives. 

now lets talk about the main stars of the show - the girls:

shelby & toni - i love them, they have become my comfort ship. I think the writers did them justice too, ofc there can also be more wlw representation but compared to what we are used to, it was quite good. they had very cute moments but also real moments. they communicated which is so refreshing to see. it’s a healthy relationship. I don’t know if they have broken up. I want to say no and that they are just going through a rough patch. I think how it all went down with Martha was perfect like they both know the other so well. some things to note as well that I though was good: Martha being happy for shoni, “babe” & “bee”, Toni being a a fat fucking simp, HONESTY, Shelby cutting her hair (hot). I will also add since season 1 I was waiting for a bunker reunion ( I’m a sap for a fucking reunion) and I was not pleased with what I got.

Ok let’s talk about Leah and Rachel: Loved it. Loved their whole relationship, the co dependency, the “we’re both fucked might as well be fucked together” attitude. Some of their scenes were the best in the whole show and made me laugh so much.

Leah fucking wins: big props to Sarah Pigeon. Some of the best acting I’ve seen in along time. The facial expressions that sly looking at the camera. Fucking amazing. Also the Ben folds bit - top notch. And she’s confirmed bi!?! Hats of to all you leatin stans

Dot: I’m sad dot got less screen time I mean she deserved better!!!

Martha: I feel for her. So much. She deserves so much more. I liked that she didn’t want to break up Toni and Shelby ( like you lot were speculating). I’m glad she’s ok and I hope she’s not the operative. She has too much to deal with already.

That’s brings me on to Fatin: I love the mom bit that she really truly cares for them all which makes my heart warm. She really is the rock of the group. The scene with fatin and Shelby under the tree is so wholesome they both understand each other so well.

I will only say this about the boys: I gave them a chance like the cast said to and I mean it’s not like they were bad. It’s just I didn’t care about them. I started to watch this show because of the girls and I still watch because of the girls. I understand they wanted to expand with the boys being added but I felt like they could of done that with out going into as much detail as they did. I was fully sucked into the girls scenes then the boys came on screen and each time I lost more and more interest in them. But I will say Kirin best boy and Henry singing mcr was actually fucking great. Oh and fuck Seth.

Overall this season was very good, I don’t know if it’s season 1 good but if you forget about the boys a bit and focus on the girls it’s actually alright

I want to add my favourite scenes were all girl scenes obviously but three that stand out are the singing home scene, the unpacking of the party box and Shelby going beast mode on planing a birthday party.

This season was very funny and I enjoyed that.

If you haven’t read the fields notes I recommend, my favourite one is that Toni owns up to her farts.

Lastly I want to say that these are my opinions and you do not have to agree with me. They are also subject to change as I will rewatch over the next few weeks and change my overview completely.

Thanks for reading my unhinged thoughts (it’s currently 3am and I haven’t slept in over 24 hrs :) & sorry for my bad spelling and grammar )

xoxo dino :)

#the wilds #spoilers #the wilds season 2 #toni shalifoe #shoni #shelby goodkind #shelbald #goodfoe #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #rachel reid #leatin #nora reid #martha blackburn #erana james #mia healey #sarah pidgeon #sophia ali #shannon berry #reign edwards #jenna clause #dino reviews

[quotemenevervore]

This seems pretty cut off at the end but I intentionally did it because I thought it was funny-

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, mentions of injury, fear

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It was supposed to be a normal mining trip. Granted, Sapnap had asked Tommy to tag along to try and keep the kid out of trouble and to have someone who could help out, and the teen was more than happy to. Despite that, it was normal at first! Yea, they noticed the skulk consuming some of the nearby deepslate, but with no shriekers or sensors they thought they were fine. At least, until Tommy spotted diamond ore and went to collect it. “Sapnap, look!” A hushed yell grabbed the fireborn’s attention, seeing the blonde crouched beside the ore. It was covered in skulk, but that was something that could be fixed easily.

“Nice! Go ahead and grab it.” He walked over, holding a torch out for the younger to see easier but keeping a lookout for any mobs to ambush. Most didn’t bother going near the deep dark, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Oh, how sorry he was about to be.

A panicked yell had Sapnap whipping his head back around only to spot the teenager’s legs slipping through the hole the ore left when he’d mined it. “Tommy!” He lunged forward, barely catching the other’s ankle before he was out of reach. “Sap-“ his voice was quiet, from fear the fireborn couldn’t tell. And it scared him. “Sapnap, it’s an ancient city.” He whispered, breathing shakily as his whole body trembled to burn the adrenaline off. Sapnap used his free hand to get off of his knees, trying to brace himself to pull the other up. Of course, the universe had other plans, and the hiss of a creeper almost made him drop the boy. But it didn’t matter, because the two were free falling quickly, the creeper blowing the hole larger than before. Tommy barely bit back a scream, the blackette pulling the teen above him so he’d take the brunt of the fall.

It hurt, the impact of him on the ground and then Tommy on him knocking the wind from him. It seemed to knock the wind out of the teenager too, but he recovered quickly. “Sap-“ he whispered. “Sh.” The blonde scrambled off of him, trying to help him sit up. He didn’t even ask, grabbing the first pink potion he could find out of his inventory, practically shoving it at the other. Normally he’d argue, but the teen was frazzled enough and he was too hurt to fight if the Warden revealed himself. After his bones had set back into place, the teen gave him a look that screamed ‘what now?’ And wasn’t Sapnap just thinking the same thing? He was worried about the boy, that was for sure. He could get away from a warden if he was alone, he had no doubt about that. But if he had to fight for both him and Tommy’s lives, the two were in significantly more danger. If only there was a way to keep him safe. And wouldn’t he know it, his instincts were screaming now that he’d healed up.

Because there is a way to keep him safe.

“Tommy.” He spoke lowly, creeping closer to the teen so he didn’t wind up being too loud. “I can get us out of here. But you have to work with me.” He nodded immediately, watching the fireborn pull a familiar teal potion from his inventory and setting it into his hands. Immediately, he was reminded of when he’d tried to prank Quackity, and Sapnap had made the offer of letting the other in his own storage stomach. Logically, he wouldn’t have joked about it, plus he was a netherborn. He never hid that from anyone. And he knew Sapnap would be able to get them out better if he didn’t have to worry about someone else. So he quietly uncorked the bottle and downed it, already used to the taste from having done it so often.

When he’d come back to his senses, he was already tucked in the fireborn’s mouth, teeth held tightly shut to ensure nothing happened to him. Though, he couldn’t tell if the other was waiting for him to come to or not. With a sigh, he patted at the other’s tongue. “Go ahead, just be careful big man.”

He was not kept in the other’s maw for long, gently swiped at until he was deemed slick enough to safely make it down then nudged back so he could be swallowed. It took two swallows, due to the blackette trying to be as quiet as possible and due to his still lanky form. There was very little noise around him, the larger trying to keep his breaths quiet, though he couldn’t hide the racing of his heart. Tommy couldn’t hide the racing of his own, to be fair; he was terrified for his friend’s safety, especially after he’d taken the impact of the fall for him.

He slipped into the fireborn’s pouch quickly, and he barely moved except to make himself more comfortable where he lay, thoughts consumed with how the other was handling himself. Please be careful, Sapnap..

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Trying to build or mine out of the ancient city was not going to work. The Warden would be notified immediately and protecting the younger would be for nothing if he died. He’d have to find a cave that already existed that led out, which would have been easier if they hadn’t fallen out of the roof of the cave. Thank prime for natural night vision, at least. Sneaking around the outskirts of the city, he seriously debated with himself about trying to get the chests on the edge. They’re cutting the mining trip short, and he’d feel bad if they didn’t return to their homes with all the ores they should have. But also? There was no way in hell he was going to put Tommy at unnecessary risk. He’ll mark the coords and return alone.

It took thirty-five agonizingly slow minutes before Sapnap found a cave heading upwards, the skulk changing to patches rather than completely consuming the stone. With a soft sigh of relief, he continued on, feeling drained as the adrenaline began to leave his system.

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“You’re back!” “Yeah? Did you think I wasn’t coming?” “No, but you have been gone longer than we thought you’d be.” Quackity leaned against the doorway to the living room, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “Yeah, found an ancient city. Wish I would have found it on foot and not by falling several feet into the damn thing.” Karl’s eyes turned an icy blue and he all but leaped off the couch over to him, holding his arms out so he could check for injuries. “I already had a healing pot Karl.” “I’m getting you another one just in case.” Before he could even open his mouth, the brunette was off. He sighed, catching the avian’s gaze as he walked over, giving him a light kiss. “Dinner’s ready if you want to get a plate. Me and Karl already ate, we thought you might be staying at someone’s base for the night.” “I might later, I’m not that hungry right now. Just tired, honestly.” Though, he couldn’t quite puzzle out how he wasn’t hungry, deciding to chalk it up to adrenaline still leaving his system. To be fair, he was exhausted, and he just knew he’d be sore tomorrow. “Well, let’s go to bed then.” Quackity stifled a yawn. “I’m pretty tired too.”

Karl was waiting on the bed when they came into the room, holding a healing potion and two shrinking potions in his arms. “I.. kinda wanted to sleep in tonight, if you don’t mind..?” Embarrassment tinged the man’s face pink, almost as pink as his true form’s skin, and Sapnap chuckled at it. “You know I don’t care, Karl.” With a smile and golden and teal swirls in his eyes, the brunette set the other two potions to the side and drank a shrinking potion, closing his eyes as it began to take effect. Rolling his eyes, the other fiancé looked to the fireborn. “Do you want me, too?” “I don’t care, Q. You do what you wanna do, I’m good to cuddle either way.” He tugged his shirt over his head, grimacing as his arms ached in protest to the movement. He quickly pulled his night shirt over his head, turning back to the bed to find a healing potion and two shrunken fiancés waiting.

“Thanks for the show.” Karl winked as he was scooped into the larger man’s hands, Quackity laughing as he joined the other. For a moment, they simply watched his face grow redder. “Anytime, love.” He tried to smirk, but the blush painting his cheeks ruined the attempt, and it turned to a pout at his fiancés’ combined laughter at it. Still pouting, he popped both of them into his mouth while he sat down on the bed, forcing himself to not lay back. Not until he swallowed them, at least, simply because that would be the shittiest death message possible. He could imagine Dream laughing at him for months following it, too. He didn’t take long, though; Exhaustion was beginning to take a heavy toll on him, and he was more than ready to lay down. He swallowed Karl first, waiting until he felt him slide into his storage to swallow Quackity as well. Only then did he let himself get comfortable under the covers, relaxing his body completely for the first time since he’d woken up that morning.

Karl knew the routine, could feel it making him sleepy as he was swallowed down. He was completely limp by the time he’d slipped into the other’s storage. Though, the one thing the brunette was not expecting out of the routine was a sleeping Tommy. “Uh…” before he could even ask the fireborn about it, Quackity joined them, toppling Karl over and making him fall onto the teen, who jerked awake with a yell. “What the fuck!?” Both Quackity and Karl scrambled to right themselves, the avian unable to hide his shock either. “Tommy!?” Sapnap inhaled sharply at the commotion. Well, at least he knew now why he wasn’t hungry. “I completely forgot you were in there. I’m sorry Tommy, do you want out?” To all of the fiancés' surprise, he actually hesitated before answering. He.. felt really drained from earlier still, and he really didn’t wanna face any mobs heading home. Or, his somewhat overbearing family either. “You can stay here, Tommy. We’re not gonna force you out.” Karl offered the teenager. “I mean, we’re in here to sleep anyway so it’s not like it’s gonna be any different than usual.” “Don’t fucking push him to stay either, guys.” Sapnap pressed at where he felt the weight of the three lightly, snickering when he got a smack in retaliation. He couldn’t even tell if it was Tommy or Quackity. Hell, Karl may have done it too.

“If.. it’s really okay then I’ll stay. But only because I don’t wanna deal with any mobs.” The shrunken fiancés chose not to tell the teenager that they had a spare room that he could have stayed in. And if the purrs rumbling their surroundings were anything to go by, their netherborn fiancé didn’t plan to tell him either. Besides, they were all already in the warmest place in the house. “Well, get comfortable then.” And they did, Quackity laying against the closest wall while Tommy leaned on him from one side, Karl on the other. He had untucked his wings, and wet feathers gently brushed against the other two’s shoulders as they settled. By the time they all had stopped shuffling and shifting to get comfortable, loud snores already rumbled their surroundings courtesy of their holder.

When they woke up in the morning, it was to knocking on the door just loud enough to wake the fireborn. Careful not to jostle the three sleeping soundly within, he went down the stairs to answer the door. “Hello?” He asked groggily as he cracked the door open, only for sleep to completely exit his system upon seeing the teenager’s brother. “Hello, Sapnap. I take it you just woke up?” “Yeah, what do you need?” He rubbed at his eyes as the other considered his words. “Well, Tommy never came home last night, and last we heard he was going on a mining trip with you. We assumed he stayed over last night, so I thought I’d save you all a trip to the arctic and come get him.” A nervous chuckle escaped the fireborn. “Uh, yeah he did stay over last night. But he’s still… sleeping.” He finished lamely. “Sleeping?” He nodded, and the brunette’s eyes narrowed slightly. Not in anger or annoyance, just trying to read the other. “I take it he’s.. sleeping in?” He took a minute to considered his words before saying them, and Sapnap was reminded of how Karl had asked to be stored the previous night. He nodded, and a mix of a smirk and a smile came to the revived man’s face. “Well, he knows the way home. Did Big Q leave for Las Nevadas yet?” “Nah, he wanted to sleep in.” “Guess I’ll beat him there. Wonder how he’ll feel walking in to see me sitting at his desk. He’d probably flip.” “I bet it’d be funny. He’ll give us hell when he comes home but still.” “Well, I’ll let you be then. Have a good morning.” “You too.” He watched awkwardly as the other left, becoming aware of the small peeps of laughter coming from his storage.

“Very funny. Just laugh it up.” He scoffed, pushing off of the doorframe and heading to the kitchen to start on breakfast. “Is it just you awake, Karl?” “Yep.” He popped the p, settling back down. “I’ll wait until all of you are awake to let you out, I’m gonna make breakfast. What do you want?” “Dunno.” “You’re so helpful. Fine, I’m just making whatever then.” It took the other two until breakfast was finished to wake up, and the only reason they woke up then was because Sapnap woke them up by letting the brunette out. A flurry of curses brought the other two up as well, joining Karl in the impromptu bath in the kitchen sink. “Wait, what the hell am I supposed to do about clothes?” Tommy complained, shaking his head to try and dry it to the dismay of his other shrunken companions.

“Uh-“ Sapnap cut off with a laugh. “Well, I probably should have thought of that before sending your brother away.” “ARE YOU FUCKING-“

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #shrunken manhunt #mcyt vore #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #injury tw #im finally uploading another fic!!!! #:D!!!!!!!!!

[howl-of-the-blood]

🌶 You look so god on your knees. 🌶Strip for me, now. 🌶I told you, you're mine

@bloodlessheirbyjacques >:3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

Thank you so much! If you expected spicy, YOU'LL GET NONE

Sorry

Pairing: Elemir x Tajena [relationship exploration]

Warnings: lovers to enemies, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death, swearing

WC: <1000

He is mad, was the first thought that crossed her mind. He is not stupid so he must be mad. 

Instead of putting her in jail, or executing her on the spot, he put her in a bedroom. Her old bedroom. It smelled the same as she remembered; it smelled like lavender and pine sap. It was so cold inside but clean, perfectly clean. Even the bedsheets were…

Is this a trick? Is he… mocking me? 

Tajena would throw up if her stomach wasn’t empty. She needed to… she needed to get out. They removed her armor and boots. And weapons, of course. Not that she couldn’t improvise. She could break a mirror and take a deadly shard with her. There was only a locked door stopping her from running out and destroying everything on her way. Murdering everyone. Murdering her and his past.

The door unlocked and he entered. He was clean, of course. His golden hair was falling down his broad shoulders like a silk waterfall and it was even combed.

“YOU!”

She screamed and jumped toward him. He was exposed and vulnerable. He didn’t wear his armor, he had no weapons on him, no one accompanied him. Idiot! Fool! This was her chance to end this. Somehow. She had to! She had to!

He grabbed her both wrists with the precision of a hawk that captures fish. Tajena growled, snarled, pushed forward, but Elemir was an unmoveable rock. Instead, he clenched his fists, painfully scraping her bones against each other. Tajena yelped, baring her teeth, furiously pushing and pulling like a wild beast trapped underneath a boulder.

Elemir pushed her back inside the room, controlling her by inflicting pain, until he simply twisted her hands backward, forcing her down, on the floor. She had to kneel. Tajena bit her lower lip, and it bled down her chin, down her neck, dripping and staining the lavish Sumidan rug where they used to fuck.

“You look so good on your knees,” Elemir’s voice was disgusting, vile. His eyes were the colour of dried blood. The smirk on his face cut Tajena sharper than any blade ever had.

“Fuck you! You should die! Just die!”

“I will not. And neither will you. You will stay here. With me.”

Tajena growled again, gritting her teeth, but unable to break free, she spat in his face.

Elemir laughed shortly before pulling her up and spinning her around, twisting her arm so that she had to tiptoe. He pushed her toward the mirror and she could see them together. She could see her messed up hair, her filthy face, her bruises and cuts, and his perfect skin, flawless outfit, and shiny eyes. It was disgusting! 

Elemir licked her spit off his cheek, smiling like a beast.

“I know how your spit tastes like Tajena. We kissed so many times. I tasted you so many nights.” He nuzzled her neck, slowly brushing his lips over her skin. Tajena pulled breath between her teeth, disgusted, revolted, barely holding back her scream.

“I will not let you leave again, do you hear me? Do you hear me?” Elemir pulled her hair back, exposing her neck even more. She could see the beating of her heart through her skin. The pulsating stream of her blood rushed through her body, boiling, scraping her vessels like it’s full of teeth. It hurt so much.

“I told you before, a long time ago, when we loved each other,” he continued. “When we cared for each other. I told you then, and I tell you now - you are mine. You will forever be mine. In life and in death. The whole of you.”

“Not whole of me!” Tajena hated that she saw tears shaking on top of her red eyelashes. She hated that her voice was cracking, breaking like a dry branch under heavy snow. But she believed in her words. They were true.

“Never whole of me, Elemir Juroš. I will never let you. But I know I’m defeated. I know I shall never break free from you.”

She finally looked him straight in the eyes. In the past, those eyes were like soft earth embracing the rays of summer sunlight. Those eyes were everything to her. And now they looked at her with scorn, distrust. 

“You lie, bitch.”

An insecure note shook his voice. Tajena felt his grip losen. “Are you so scared of me?”

“Of course. I’m no fool. Not anymore.”

“My family is dead. My dominion is no more. My people are rotting on that battlefield. But I am still here, in this husk. Tajena Viogor and my cursed blood will never be yours. Not ever again. I will hate you, Jarilo, but I will surrender this body to you.”

The frown on Elemir’s face grew deeper as he bore his eyes into Tajena’s empty cold moons. 

“Are you disappointed, my sun prince? Is this not what you wanted?”

Elemir snarled and turned Tajena toward himself, away from the lying mirror. But her eyes spoke the same words. She didn’t attack him, she didn’t object, or fight. Tajena’s hands lifelessly fell next to her body as her face tilted like doll’s on her lovely neck.

“Yes,” Elemir spoke in a flat, dead tone. “This is what I wanted. I’ll take that heartless husk of yours. I don’t care about rest. Strip for me. Now!”

And Tajena did. Her doublet fell to the expensive rug, her shirt, undergarments, all of it slid down, quietly hitting the floor, until she was completely naked. Tajena looked through the window and saw the first snow falling. It would cover her warriors’ cold bodies and turn red.

Elemir took her chin between his fingers, and ensnared both of her wrists in his other fist. They felt stronger and colder than any shackles.

#tw:blood #visual novel #interactive fiction #writing #amwriting #writeblr #dark fantasy #elemirxtajena #hotb:writing #oc:elemir #oc:tajena #hotb:ask #hotb #hotb:exploration #howloftheblood #i haven't written anything in months #i am pleased with the result