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#this song really caught me off guard and had me SOBBING
scoutswritingcorner · 20 days
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Hey sugar~
I want a full fluff no angst request of alastor in the woods finding a lost reader
Monster In The Woods
Alastor x GN!Reader
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Song: Like Real People Do by Hozier
TW: Talks about Murder, flashback to Human Alastor
A/N: Hihi Love! Added a teensy bit of angst. Who doesn't love angst?
You grumbled and looked around Alastor’s familiar bayou that was in his room. Your curiosity got the best of you, it was just seemingly endless with moths and fireflies, mud that sticks to your shoes and vines that hang from the trees that look like snakes waiting for you to let your guard down. Figments of alligators hissing and watching as you struggle to make your way further into the bayou, an old house sitting and waiting..inviting you into its warmth with bright light and smoke billowing from the chimney.
A sense of dread filled your body, one that you were too familiar with and hated with a fiery passion. The same feeling that made the golden ring on your finger feel heavier than normal allowing doubt to creep into your mind and anxiety wrap around your heart. Why weren’t you running towards the house? Towards the feeling of safety wrapped in the comfort of an old home..why were you standing in the middle of an open field? You were an unsuspecting doe about to get shot down…why was this so familiar?
Hands cupped your face, warm and sticky with blood as you sobbed out, whispers of words you couldn’t hear truthfully. You watched as his face- your husband's face twisted in fear and concern but his eyes told a different story, he was angry. Not at you, never at you. His hands brought you to his chest as your senses finally caught up to you. Ringing in your ears, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen in your lungs, your leg and stomach hurt. The same substance that was coating your hands had coated your leg and stomach. You were bleeding. There was so much blood. His words had fallen on deaf ears as a man laid face first into the mud and dirt not too far away, blood mixing into the earth. 
Oh right, you were running from the man and a trap snagged your leg good, ripping tendons in your leg. Then a shot rang out as you tried to get your leg out of the trap, distant slurs as the drunken man held a gun up aimed for your head. All you wanted to do was check up on your husband, you made this journey many times before why was this the outcome of it? As you began praying to a god you possibly never believed in, you never really visited the churches when you were younger. But you always did with your husband under the guise you were just going to work with him after. Yet here you were sobbing and panicking, whispering out how you wanted to absolve all your sins to God.
But it never came, the gun was dropped and subsequently caused the gun to go off. Bullet shooting out into the Louisiana swamps, the sun casting its last dying light upon your form as the moon was rising from behind the old shack.  Blood spurted out from the neck of the unknown man as your husband stood behind him, clothes drenched in blood as the knife in his was dropped to the muddy ground. You sobbed out in his arms..bleeding out, was this how you were going to die?
A familiar clawed hand squeezed your shoulder as familiar static nipped at your skin, another reaching over to wipe the fresh tears from your eyes. “Come come, let’s not dwell on the past, Darling.” He whispered out as you looked up at him. His crimson eyes that were always watching and moving waiting for the wrong movement, softened as he watched tears stain your cheeks. “I’m sorry..I got curious…” You whispered out watching him wave it off as he grabbed your hand, lifting it to kiss the golden band.  
Guiding you out of the bayou easily, he tapped his cane on the ground beside him, “No need to apologize, Darling. Let me go run you a warm bath, yes” He asked, watching as you nodded from the corner of his eye a soft smile graced your lips at the thought. “...Stay with me?” You asked, glancing up at your husband. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed the side of your head, arm wrapping around your waist.
“Of course, Dear.” He whispered out, finally putting those worries in your head to rest. He hated seeing that look in your eyes..the same look you gave him all those years ago in the bayou as he held you during your last moments. You looked so afraid then..but he wouldn’t make that same mistake again, he would make sure of it. Not even death could pull you both apart.
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an1d10t · 6 months
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Posting this because Kore didn’t want to listen to me talk about an angsty scenario🙄/lh
So I was listening to daylight (the song) and at the last minute of the song I saw Halt and Crowley fleeing something (I forgot what) and they had to get over a wall or something. So halt helped Crowley up the wall. That wall was quite high btw so they had to climb like 30 seconds. So Crowley then was ontop of the wall with, I’m pretty sure it was Rodney, and he held out his hand for Halt to grab. All good, all well.
The wargals came. Halt was only half way and felt something hit him. So obviously he looked down to see what it was, he lost balance and fell right in the circle.
Halt got caught off guard and couldn’t really move for a second. And knowing the wargals, it’s too late.
So Halt got killed while Crowley and Rodney were allowed to watch in horror.
Even better, Crowley had to be held back, sobbing, by Rodney.
So just imagine that scenario playing at the last minute of the song Daylight
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taiiunknown · 1 year
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✨TONIGHT, ILL BE THE BEST YOU EVER HAD 💍
This a short story inspired by the song (Tonight ~ John legend) so I advise you to listen to the song while reading 😽
Warning: FLUFF AND I MEAN LOTS OF IT , grab a tissue 🥺, very short story sorry not sorry 😛
Summary: Y/n & SHURI has been dating for 3 years and shuri finally decide to propose Aka tie the knot 🪢💍🤭
Today shuri has been acting really weird today, I don’t know what’s up with her but she have been real distant and sneaky and I really don’t want to jump to conclusions bc we have been strong going on 4years and it has been the best 4 years of you life .
Shuri told me that she was gonna be busy all today so she might not be home at 4 like she usually do , so I decided to go to my best friend house to vent to her a bit and also catch up , but she thought it was a good idea to treat me today which was very odd but I guess she just wanted to be nice today so we ended up at the nail shop .
*NAIL SALON*
“I feel like you overreacting.” Cari said while looking at the lady who was painting her toe nails, “Ya, Maybe you’re right…I just want to know what’s wrong.” Y/n said while having her feet in the water while the nail tech finish her pinky finger (you got cute white French tips medium length with a little diamond on you ring finger). “Just enjoy the day we having together then tonight when you go home talk to shuri.” Cari said with a small smile “ya… I am, what we doing after anyways ?” Y/n asked “oh we fixing your hair so when we don’t you better get to picking hair styles , I Feel like you need a cute silk press since your hair already long asl .” Cari said “ok even though I love my curls” I said laughing .
*3hours later*
I felt like a brand new person walking back in the palace, After getting my hair and nails done , including a Brazilian wax , I felt so pure and fresh.
On the way here I was already planning in my head on how to confront shuri about her being to distant , as I got closer the living area I seen rose petals leading to the balcony by the kitchen, I hear (Tonight by John legend) playing in the back ground and was easily caught off guard by how sexy shuri look right now . She was wearing a all black long sleeve shit with gray buttons, all dark gray pants with black shoes and … WAIT A MINUTE DID SHE GET A LINE UP IN THE BACK ?!!?!?!!
Ughhhh god take me now …
Mean while i have on a cute black dress and cute black rhinestone flip flops since I didn’t expect to be doing much today,
“Shuri what’s all this for ?” I asked looking at the set up in awe (just imagine what you want) “for you Usana, you deserve this and everything that comes with it” shuri said lifting my chin so I can focus on her “including you? Bc last time I checked you was being real distant to me for the past couple of days like you don’t love me anymore , and I’m really tryna understand if I did something wrong or not so I can fix it or even m-” I said rambling non stop “ MY LOVE STOP !” Shuri said to stop me from rambling “You did nothing wrong y/n , I just been planning something special for you that I have been thinking about since the first moment we met, And don’t ever think about changing yourself okay ? Bc you are perfect and I love you with everything in my heart and I don’t want you to ever think I stopped loving you bc I will never stop loving you Mami , Do you hear me? And I’m so sorry for even making you feel that way Nkosazana yam (my princess) . Shuri said while we both tearing up a little
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve been having it all planned out y/n and even my mother knew we are soul mates before she passed..” Shuri says while slowly moving on to one knee … lord I’m finna fall out
“So will you please make me that happiest Queen alive and be my wife sithandwa sam ?”
Shuri asked with a few tears running down her face while I’m straight out finna blow a snot bubble 💀
“YES ! Yes my shuri, I will” I say sobbing a little
“YES ?!!” Shuri asks shooting back up to her feet while picking me up “YES BABY!” I say giggling bc I’m so star struck. Shuri begans to scream in happiness and I do the same.
Shuri puts me back on the ground to place the ring on my finger (imagine what you want)
“And by the way Cari was in on the plan” Shuri says with a sneaky grin “Wowww I knew she was up to something” I say laughing “yk you look really good right now Ms.Uduka” Shuri says while grabbing me by my waist “MEEE?? You look fine as always while I literally have on the most simple fit ever” I say rolling my eyes and pouting, “it’s ok if you don’t see what I see Usana, But do you mind not walking tmr ?” Shuri says getting closer to my lips “umm..it depends how good you do” I say clearly joking bc she be fucking me up for real. “Say less enomtsalane (sexy)…
THE END !!
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yesitssam · 2 months
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Yancy & The Captain (That one scene but extended)
In which it's that one scene in In Space With Markiplier Part 2, but I made it sad. I imagine after he gets out and finds The Home, he keeps it quiet that he knows Y/N/Captain/Partner/Date, until they turn up again and it's an enormous shock to everyone.
The wormhole slammed The Captain into a wall as they stumbled out,  bracing themselves with their armoured hands. They gasped, looking around with a sharp snap of their neck. Beige walls, armoured glass, a seat. They sat, and looking back at them was the familiar prisoner who looked oh so much like Markiplier.
Yancy’s face dropped, then lit up with excitement as he started chattering away. The Captain waved their hands, pointing to the phone on the wall. He took a moment to realise, before picking it up and smiling. 
“Sorry, I always forget that part,” He laughed, raising his hand for emphasis. “Anyways, I was saying, I knew youse would come back! I -” He glanced behind himself at the guard, laughing nervously, “Oh, uh, this is my cousin from….cousin school?” 
The guard waved, and The Captain had to wonder if he’d really fallen for it or if he was just caught in Yancy’s charisma. He seemed happy enough however, so they smiled it off. 
Yancy turned back, smile dropping into a wink and a smile as he murmured, “Don’t worry about them, they’s not to bright, but I’m glad you showed up! I figured if you didn’t youse was just trying to lay low after -” He cleared his throat, eyeing the guard nervously, “Y’know. Anyways, I’m glad youse is here, I’ve actually been taking youse advice. I’ve been doing good, I;ve been doing real good. I mean I volunteer for cleaning duty all the time cause I want the joints to stay clean, but the stabbin’, oh the stabbin’s been the hardest to kick. Everyone just wants to turn around in a place where there’s no guards and no cameras and I’m like ‘Hello! Everyone knows I love to stab!”
He caught himself as the Guard behind him startled, and raised his free hand in peace. The guard smiled nervously and waved it off.
“But, I ain’t stabbed nobody since you went away to Space Camp.” He laughed, leaning back as his voice turned gentle, deep, and calm. “And, uh, one more thing,” He paused, crossing his one free arm under his phone arm as he looked about nervously.
“I applied for parole,” He muttered out the words, almost embarrassed. The Captain smiled, tears welling in their eyes as Yancy spoke.
A sob tore through their throat, as they laughed. They were so, so proud of him. He laughed, tears misting his eyes, too.
“I mean, I thought about what youse said in your letter,” He glanced at the guard, “And…I think I was scared.” He laughed, tears falling. “After what happened, I didn’t wanna go back out there. I didn’t wanna accept what - that I killed my parents. But, I talked a lot - did you know they’ve got an on-site therapist? I didn’t - and I was scared to leave. Scared to go outside.
I - I want to live, y’know. I want to be outside. I don’t have a full plan exactly - I’ve got a couple more months for me to think about that, but…” He trailed off, running a hand down his face. His hair had grown since last The Captain’d seen, and where he’d last been bandaged there was now a long thin scar running from his jaw to cheek. He smiled when he saw them watching.
“I’ll be okay. I just wanted to thank youse for everything. I’m just tired of this place. I want something more. I want -” A blue glow lit up behind The Captain. They looked behind him, then back at Yancy. He waved them off.
“It’s okay toots’,” He smiled. A genuine thing, filled with a deep caring that even The Captain wasn't entirely sure how had come to be. “Just know when I see youse again I’ll have an entirely new song for youse, eh?”
The Captain smiles, stands, and then signed ‘I’m proud of you, Yancy’. He nodded, signing a thankyou before putting the phone back on the wall.
The Captain fell back into the blue of the wormhole, onwards to their pursuit of saving the entire Multiverse.
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urdearestmom · 2 years
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alright y'all I've recovered enough from vol 2 that I can now articulate my thoughts somewhat. here we go! I really want season 5 immediately but unfortunately cannot have that :( I will say that I think Stranger Things' episode Nines are just,,,, amazing. nothing so far has come close to my love for s2e9 except for s4e9. I think they're tied
ngl I was mildly concerned they were going to attempt some kind of redemption with Brenner so I was pleasantly excited when he continued to be as evil as he ever was :) El finally standing up to him and realizing she's not the monster, he is, was AMAZING and I loved how she just said bye and walked away. left him to die on his own as he deserved! Owens is still a shady guy but he's always on the gang's side (I'm just curious what happened to him? like did Sullivan have him killed? arrested? will we see him next season? I'm nearly certain we'll see Sullivan again because I don't think that subplot will be so easily resolved)
as for the rest of it, Eddie's death panned out pretty much exactly how I thought it would so I never let myself get too attached to him. what got me was Dustin's reaction! Gaten did so amazingly in that scene wow. Jason also died which was great for me because he was just insane at that point and while I kinda felt for him he was also annoying. sorry not sorry
Jopper finally getting together was lovely. I've never been overly invested in them bc they are so canon in my mind that I never doubted it would happen but it was great nonetheless. Hopper reuniting with El had me smiling so hard at the end bc for a sec I genuinely thought it was Sullivan coming to kidnap El and that was how the season would end and then it was just good ol' Hop :) El having a family like she deserves is my favourite thing!! Hopper and Mike also hugging caught me off guard bc I didn't think they'd do it but they did and I hope that leads to them having a better relationship!
now El getting picked up in the desert and blowing up that helicopter? TOP. TIER. I had my arms up cheering "HERE COME THE PIZZA BOYS!!!!!!!" and when you could see Mike getting out of the van being the first one to run to her, all in slow motion, my god. I was speechless. their whole reunion was gorgeous. El's disbelief, the forehead touch: chefs kiss. El hugging Will like that? best. I live for El having a family. El's brothers ftw
Mike's long-awaited monologue: WHAT. I was shaking and on the edge of my seat the whole scene. It will absolutely live in my head rent free for the rest of all time. I can barely even process it. He really said he's loved her since the moment he saw her I can't believe it. It's what I've been waiting for since I was 16 years old and it still feels surreal that he really told her all of that in words. Mike Wheeler, King of Not Talking About Any Of His Feelings Ever, really said all of that. Wow. Finn knocked that completely out of the park
Lastly, Max's death? HOLY SHIT. That one tore me up I was sobbing and yelling at my tv. I really love Max and didn't want her to die even though I had a feeling something else was still going to happen to her. THE FACT THAT THEY USED THE SONG FROM FINDING WILL'S BODY IN S1- JAIL FOR 1000 YEARS. Her dying in Lucas' arms and his reaction really got me. Both Caleb and Sadie did phenomenal work this season and made me love Lumax a lot more than I did before. Lumax OUTSOLD!!!! Max's little drawing and the fact that they won't get to go on their date and the way Lucas was sitting in the hospital with his beat up face reading her a book... I'm in shambles
El being there watching it happen while no one knew she was there was also heartbreaking
Mildly concerning that El couldn't find Max's mind in the void though, even if she is in a coma. El can find and even vaguely communicate with Terry who is in a vegetative state, so I'm not sure what I think will happen with Max next season. Guess we'll have to wait and see!
That ending too. Vecna's not dead obviously and Hawkins is... yikes. The cliffhanger makes it seem like season 5 will pick up where 4 leaves off and I am very excited to have a resolution!
This isn't even all I could say but I don't want this post to get super long so I'm just touching on the stuff that stuck with me
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kawaiilizzie · 1 year
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A Song from My Crying Heart
When Tale of @tokuteasings introduced me to the song Good Riddance from Hades (All versions in the video), I immediately fell in love with it. It’s so hauntingly beautiful! She also mentioned it could be a song that Naoto and Tetsuo would sing as a sort of hymn to their fallen friends and the days of old, hence the concept of this one-shot focused on them.
Warnings: Spoilers for Saber up to episode 21, angst, past trauma, grief, and possible Hades spoilers, I guess? I haven’t played the game, but figured I should mention that just to be safe.
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Tetsuo took a deep breath as he stood in front of the door to Kaede and Shion’s shared apartment. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He might’ve had no problem with confronting Touma, but with Kaede, it was a lot more personal.
He hesitated to knock the door for a moment, but he did, and Yukina opened the door, giving a sympathetic look upon seeing him and quietly letting him in. Kaede and Shion were quick to notice.
“Ah, Daishinji-san.” Kaede said with a smile which faded upon seeing the soft look in his eyes. “Is there... something you want to talk about?”
Tetsuo simply nodded, looking down for a moment. “Kaede... I-”
“It’s about our current situation, isn't it?” Kaede asked. “We were going to ask you and Ogami-san about it as well.”
So, she understands why I’m here. Tetsuo thought before speaking in a soft tone. “Kaede, I want to duel with you. Just the two of us.”
Shion and Yukina looked at each other in disbelief while Kaede was confused. “Huh...? For what reason?”
“I know how difficult this is for you.” Tetsuo’s left hand lightly brushed over Suzune’s handle. “But you should know that you can’t save everyone.”
“I understand that...” Kaede sighed as she looked down. “There is also a deep burden we carry that only grows heavier the more we continue to fight. You know that all too well, don’t you Daishinji-san?”
“Yes.” He confirmed, locking his gaze on her. “You carry the burden of those you’ve failed to save when you swing your blade. The more you fight, the heavier the burden gets. This is what it means to be a swordsman.”
“But what about carrying the burden of another?”
Kaede’s words caught Tetsuo off guard. He kept his gaze on her as he stepped back a bit, eyes widened in surprise. “What...?”
“Big sis carried a similar burden when she became a swordswoman.” She walked over to him and gently grabbed his arm. “She knew she could only do so much to protect people. She gave her life protecting me to prove it. I never expected to inherit her legacy as a swordswoman back then, I wanted to become a singer so my songs could inspire hope even in the darkest moments. So, when the Fubuki reawakened to me, I knew I had to have the courage to fight so there can be a future I can pursue my dreams in.”
“Aw, Kae-chan...” Shion muttered, she and Yukina giving sympathetic looks to her roommate.
Tetsuo could feel himself shaking for a moment as Kaede let go of his arm and spoke, “Daishinji-san, if this is what’ll convince you to fight alongside me again, then I’ll do it.”
She really wants me to believe she’s not a bad person... Tetsuo thought as he nodded his head and silently left the apartment, feeling himself shake even more as he did.
He found himself gazing at a fountain alone. Kaede and Shion told him they were at this particular fountain taking photos together before they were caught up in the Megid’s first attack after their reemergence, leading to Yukina reappearing to Kaede and enabling her to become a Rider.
I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this... He thought, feeling his tears begin to fall. Ayaka... I’m sorry. Me and Kaede know you would’ve never wanted this to happen. We’ll make things right... I... I promise.
Overwhelmed by grief and heartbreak, Tetsuo sobbed softly, his tears falling onto Suzune. Its emblem glowed, as if in response to his sorrow, and a pink ball of light flew out, spinning around him, leaving a trail of pink sparkles as it did.
He looked up to see the ball of light before it landed near him and expanded outward for a moment. When the light faded, Naoto stood in front of him in her human form. She walked up to him and gently brushed her hand across his face, wiping away his tears.
“You don’t have to be so hard on yourself, Tetsuo.” She said in a gentle tone. “Our duel with Touma confirmed he’s the one your grandfather said would unleash Rekka’s full power, I’m sure Kaede can prove she can handle the burden to create a future for herself and her friends.”
Tetsuo held her hand that wiped his tears away, taking a deep breath to even his breathing. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just that this duel is very personal to me, Naoto. After Kaede proves herself, we’ll leave the organization.”
“And we’ll be able to fight by Kaede and Touma’s side again.” Naoto finished. “Though it wouldn’t hurt to pay tribute to the friends we lost all those years ago, would it?”
Tetsuo shook his head, that was all the confirmation Naoto needed as she sighed and began to sing a somber song that the two knew by heart. As she sang, she gently held his hand as she pulled him away from the fountain a little bit.
Her voice was as gentle as a lullaby, a reassuring voice telling Tetsuo that everything will be okay. Even though several of their friends are now gone, all they can do is keep moving forward while remembering the times they shared. He felt Naoto grip his hand tighter, and instinctively began to sing with her.
While he sang, he held Naoto’s free hand and the two began dancing together, spinning around holding each other’s hands. Naoto smiled as she listened to her chosen warrior sing, happy she could take his mind off the current situation and find time for the two of them to have this moment.
Tetsuo gripped her hands tightly and Naoto simply smiled before the two of them began to sing together as they continued dancing, their voices in harmony with each other. Every step they took following the melody of their voices.
By the time the two finished the song, they were embracing each other in a warm hug. They looked at each other, softly smiling at being able to dance and sing as a way to cope with the grief and the burden they both carry. Tetsuo really needed that, and he’s glad that Naoto could provide him that comfort.
“Thank you, Naoto.” He whispered.
Naoto hugged him gently. “Anything to make you feel better.”
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jenngerbread13 · 1 month
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Villain Valentine Day 5- Unforgettable
---- Just a note before you read: He is not intentionally misgendering Kerina. It is a distinction between Kerina as they are now, and as they were as Anastasia, my Azem, which presented as a she ----
Kerina heard the telltale sound of his footsteps, something they’d learn to listen for in the late hours of the night. Picking food off their table that had been delivered by others, heedless of their boundaries, insisting it was safe. Pulling a handkerchief out from a vest pocket, they wiped their face, trying to at least make themselves look presentable, knowing full well their bloodshot eyes still brimmed with tears.
“Didn’t expect to find you back here, Hero. Would have thought you’d join the celebration with the others.” Cautiously he approached, still allowing them space to compose themselves. He still didn’t quite know how to handle this incarnation of them.
“I,” They began, voice cracking, throat dry and rough from the sobbing, and they couldn’t do much more than cough, pounding their chest to help loosen up whatever in there making them sound worse than they felt. “I need to be honest with you. Because you’re honest with us. With me. Once you’ve come to our aid implicitly to help get back a fallen comrade. All along you’ve been giving us answers without the majority of us listening let alone understanding. But I do. I get it now.”
Staring at them, he’d rehearsed something like this thousands of times before, should she ever awaken to the truth. As much as he wanted to believe, he still couldn’t deny the facts that this wasn’t her. Feeling the soft leather tighten against his hands that curled into fists he snarled out “Do you now? Do you think after one story you truly understand?”
How dare this thing even claim they can understand the hell Hydaelyn and her followers have put us through. Put them through. Do they really -
His thoughts cut short through the red haze of his anger as he felt an impact and two arms wrapping around his body in a vice-like grip. He could feel them softly crying against them and his anger switched from them to the one responsible for all of this. He knew she wouldn’t have agreed with tearing the world asunder. They were not responsible for their state. Holding them close to him, he gently ran his fingers through their hair.
“No, I don’t,” they whispered softly “But I understand more. The disparate pieces I had are starting to fit together. Because with you it feels like I can do this. Like you’re the only one I can trust to tell me the honest truth. The only one that truly cares about me. Not me as a hero, savior, or whatever other title they want to foist on me. You see me.”
Freezing, he felt speechless, caught off-guard by the parallel soul, clinging on to him like a drowning man, speaking her words, her feelings, from so long ago. Leaning down, placing his chin on the top of their head, he softly spoke “Then tell me what fragmented bits you do remember. All of them.”
 Kerina told him everything. Of the dreams of a rock in crystal blue waters that smelled and looked like what water should be in its purest form. Of moss and cookies and song. Of a red and white brick lighthouse and well-crafted wooden pathways in the sky. Of rescuing animals and aspects to create a sanctuary beneath an active volcano to protect them from the outside world and of sealing an evil spirit away. Of healing as their arm was broken, tail smashed, as the world broke apart around them hearing the cries of ‘Nym is under attack’ all the while a deep thrumming sound could be heard. Pausing, they released him from their hug and took his gloved hand in theirs, entwining their fingers together, while the other reached up to cup his cheek.
“Of these hands gifting me this necklace. These same golden eyes staring back at me in a mirror with adoration written across your features. I know your eyes. How they speak volumes when you are silent or even when you talk. Out of every place I’ve ever been, I know, somehow I am safe here with you. It is something I can feel in my very soul. Ever since we first met here, I’ve known these eyes through all my lifetimes and I won’t allow that to remain unspoken any longer.”
He didn’t understand it, couldn’t understand it. How could they remember and yet not remember. And his eyes? These eyes were not his eyes, they were the dull eyes of a Garlean soldier long since dormant within the host body let alone this clone’s body. Yet almost instinctively he knew they weren’t lying. With the way so gently they touched him, the warmth of their hand seeping through the leather glove to warm his own, and that smile of theirs. That same goofy, half-smirk he’d missed for ages upon ages, staring up at him again, this time because of him, in assurance and remembrance. 
Placing his free hand around their waist, he pulled them in close, leaning down until his face hovered mere inches above theirs. “Then in trade, I will not allow this to go unrectified any longer,” gently he placed his lips against theirs, feeling their breath catch, allowing himself a small smile as their arms wrapped around him again, pulling him in close, willingly pushing themselves deeper into him. 
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my4bears · 1 year
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WIDOW DIARIES - 21
Swaying to the Music -
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I have never been a dancer. All of my rhythm is in my head and doesn't translate to my limbs. Cliff, however, was a great dancer and he really loved being on the dance floor. Being children of the 60s and 70s, we grew up with the best music! Even though I rarely embarrassed myself dancing to fast music, I could, and did, dance the slow ones wrapped in his arms. Oh, how I loved those moments.
Last week, I had a doctor's appointment and my physician asked how I was getting along now. I told him I thought I was coping much better. I don't melt into puddles quite as often as I did. That was probably why the rest of the story caught me so off guard.
On Saturday, I went with my son's family to watch my grandson play flag football. Afterward, we went to eat a hamburger at a restaurant where music from my era was playing. One song, in particular, came on that was one of those old standard slow songs that my generation always danced to--like "Stairway to Heaven". If it played, you danced. I couldn't remember the name of the song, or the name of the artist. I asked Danny if he knew, but he didn't. I remarked that Cliff would know, and in that moment, I missed him so much. I find times like that are when I miss him most. He just knew so many things, and now I can't ask him. For some reason, it bugged me that I couldn't call the name of the song to my head, but I did remember it had a weird name like Shades of Blue or something. So, being who I am, I went home and started googling all the keywords that might bring up the song. I finally found it "Whiter Shade of Pale" and made the mistake of playing it. Suddenly, I was transported onto the dance floor wrapped in Cliff's arms, so safe, and happy. We were singing along to the song as we swayed. I could see his eyes squeezed shut, head tilted back as he sang. And I sobbed.
I am so grateful I had the years of memories to sustain me now. It is so amazing the things that bring back moments of my journey with him. I was so blessed. I knew it before I lost him. I knew our relationship was unusual and that not everyone has one like it. I hope when I see him again, we are able to dance.
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After the flames there is smoke (or) Is our love still burning or has it gone up in smoke
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Jaskier couldn’t stop feeling the tears roll as the patrons left the bar.
Burn Butcher Burn had become one of his most requested and most popular tunes but it was one of the hardest for him to sing if he was being truly honest.
He put so much heart and soul into each word of his song, because it hurt the most. The betrayal he felt was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget even if his Witcher returned to him and he forgave the pain would stay in his heart for a long time.
He was sitting at a table writing down his earnings for the night when he heard footsteps coming from the bar. He looked up believing he was alone. “The tavern is clos-“ he yelped in surprise as a hand wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him upright.
“I told you the worst thing I have ever been called is a Butcher.”
“It was the only insult I could write, stupid hair was not a good line. Considering your hair is not really that stupid.” Jaskier managed out through tears. “If you let me or Yennefer braid it I think it would be more beautiful than any maiden.”
Geralt made attempts not to smile, Jaskier’s tear stained faced was breaking his heart. “I left you.”
“Yes you did.” Jaskier murmured. “You left me!” Jaskier yelled as he slammed his firsts on Geralt’s breastplate. “You fucking left me!” Geralt stood still as Jaskier slammed his fists weakly against his armor. “You… you left me all alone…”
Jaskier’s fist stopped slamming, each hit had grown soft as he sobbed harder. “Jaskier…”
“You left me.” He cried harder. “I thought we… I thought you and I were going to be something…”
“I did as well, that is why I left you Jaskier.”
Jaskier’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Geralt raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I loved you!” Jaskier screamed. “I love you!” He fell to his knees before the Witcher. Geralt looked down at him with soft sad eyes. “I loved you and you left me on a mountain top, have you seen my damn shoes? Do you think it was easy for me to get down?”
Geralt went to respond when one of Jaskier’s heels sailed past his head. “How did I fucking miss your damn head?!” Jaskier cried harder becoming more frustrated. He took the other heel off and tossed it at Geralt for the man to only catch it. “Why are you so good at everything!” Jaskier whined miserably. “Why… why would you have left me…”
“I was doing it to protect you Jaskier. What I do is not easy… what I do is dangerous and I had made a decision that I didn’t know if you would agree with and it was easier to walk away than to force you into it or have you leave me.”
Jaskier looked up at him standing slowly barefoot in the tavern. “I would have followed you to the ends of the earth White Wolf.” His jaw locked. “I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes upon you, so don’t you dare tell me it was easier to face rejection and watch me walk from your life.”
Geralt looked him up and down offering his shoe back which Jaskier took but not kindly. He yanked the shoe free from his hand and stalked to the opposite end of the tavern to retrieve his other heeled boot. Geralt watched him walk, his heart beating quickly as he stormed forward.
“Jaskier…”
“What choice did you make that you didn’t believe I would stand for? Because if it’s stupid this heel is coming right at your damn face Witcher. I will sing songs about how a weak bard attacked you and won because I swear to you I will be furious.”
“My child surprise,” he replied without hesitation, “I was going to retrieve her. She is mine, and I am to protect her. I would be like her father and I did not want to make you become a parent if you didn’t want t-.” Jaskier’s face grew red, his nose scrunched and this time Geralt did not catch the shoe that sailed across the room, it may have been a kindness to allow Jaskier the single win or if he truly had been caught off guard.
“I would love her like my god damn own!” He stormed up to Geralt frustration high. “So you tell me when you thought I wouldn’t?”
“You never said anything that would have hinted you wouldn’t want a child with me, but I was nervous.”
“Nervous? You got nervous and ditched me!” He was angry, really angry now. “God damn it Geralt!”
“Jaskier I’m sorry.”
Jaskier grew silent, he had never heard I’m Sorry come out of his mouth before, so that was start. “Why did you come here?”
“I came to get you back, bring you home with me.” Geralt thought for a moment. “I messed up and I know I did, I’ve told my child much about you. She can’t wait to meet you,” he smiled softly taking a step forward. Jaskier didn’t move as Geralt took a few more steps forward until his hands cupped his cheeks. “Jaskier… I’m sorry. I need you more than I ever accepted, I shouldn’t have left you. I was scared.”
“I thought Witcher’s didn’t get scared.” Jaskier whispered. “You don’t have feelings.”
“I have them, and I do get scared. I feared you would hate me, that you would reject me. I fear now I will be leaving without you again… I fear for my daughter.”
Jaskier eyed him. “Our daughter.” He corrected.
Geralt’s pursed lips turned up into a smile. “Really?”
“She’s our daughter, if you ever leave me behind again I will kick your ass and never stop bugging you about it.”
“Do you still wish to burn me?”
“After the flames there is smoke.” Jaskier whispered. “Our flames are still going, one’s of love are still kindled. Mine were dwindling becoming nothing but ash, but you’ve set them a flame once more. Forgiving you is easy because I truly love you. Forgetting will be hard.”
“I don’t expect you to forgive me Jaskier what I did was wrong. It’s kept me up at night. It’s… it’s the worst thing I’ve ever done.”
Jaskier smirked looking up at Geralt, he was wishing he had left his shoes on so he was a bit taller but he still felt triumphant in hitting him with the shoe so he wouldn’t complain too much.
Geralt lifted Jaskier up into his arms and kissed him deeply. “I’ll never leave you behind again,” Geralt promised murmuring, “if I do I am possessed and you should kill me.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Jaskier smirked placing his hand over Geralt’s heart. “This belongs to me.”
“Just as you belong to me.” He remarked softly kissing him once more. “It’s time for you to come home to me, with me.”
Jaskier smiled, his Witcher finally came back to him. He was back in his arms, and the smoke that clouded him was now flames burning in love. He had arms to keep him warm once again, lips to kiss him in the morning and before bed.
His songs no longer would be full of sorrow, and the Butcher that haunted him was his protecter once more.
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shedidntevenswear · 2 years
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The way 22 year old Taylor wrote “will you still want me when I’m nothing new” and now 9 years laters the entire world has created a humongous cultural moment around her rereleasing an album that for the most part is not “new” and she is at the height of her power. The epitome of it gets better.
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Okay so I live (all things said and done) not far from the arctic circle, and long story short got to thinking about the various snow/ice safety things that are drilled into you up here and what to be wary of- like Snow Blindness 👀 what if MC,all alone, ended up out in the icy fields, her goggles broken/etc from a fall, and she ends up with it? In pain, blinded, she can’t tell what is where and Sans sees all of this unfolding, the growing panic, her probably eventually going still as she realizes trying to fumble around would make her more lost…. Would he lead her to safety, perhaps tapping on the ice in front of her to lead her way back to her warm tent, or would he take advantage and perhaps bring her to safety in some sort of icy cave only he has access to, to “nurse” her while her eyes recover~?
“stop.”
The voice was so distinct that if you’d heard it before, you would’ve recognised it immediately. You didn’t. The soft, dark, sonorous tone didn’t belong to anyone on the research team- it didn’t belong to anyone you’d spoken to before.
But you knew who it was.
Your eyes hurt. They hurt so much, the aching worming back into your head and spreading through in a headache that felt like it was going to split your skull in half. You had snow blindness- your goggles had broken hours ago, and your attempts at keeping your eyes shielded had done nothing to aid your worsening condition. You couldn’t see anymore, eyes squeezed shut in your last attempt at defending them from the glare... a gritty sensation under your eyelids was making irritated tears drip down your cheeks no matter how many times you tried to wipe them away. The sun was setting, you didn’t know where you were, you couldn’t see... at this point, the fear of freezing to death in the arctic was nagging at the back of your head.
You didn’t know where you were. 
... 
You’d obeyed the voice instinctively, stopping dead. Yes... despite not recognising it, you knew exactly who it was. 
That was what frightened you.
“Wh-what do you want?” You blurted, heart beginning to pound even faster than before.
How was he there? How far had you moved? You weren’t wearing your ear protection... stumbling home blind and deaf just wasn’t an option. Part of you wanted to force your eyes open to see him, to see the giant orca siren who had been stalking you in both the waking world and your nightmares. But at this point it wasn’t possible anymore- your eyes were so painful, trying to open them felt like trying to drag your hands over broken glass.
So you had to just stand there, blinded. Even more vulnerable than before.
“just listen to me.” Despite the musicality and silkiness to his deep voice there was an underlying urgency that couldn’t be faked. It was coming from just a distance ahead of you... only a few paces, if your hearing was correct. “you’ve walked onto thin sea ice.”
“... H-huh?” 
“there’s cracks everywhere. all around you. if you go forward anymore you’ll fall through and drown.”
... Your heart very nearly stopped. You thought the swaying you’d felt through your feet had just been from the confusion and splitting headache- not from walking so far out you’d managed to make your way onto the treacherous thin ice that’d give way under you any second.
“i’m going to lead you back to safety, okay? just follow the sound of my clicks.”
...
... You didn't really have the grounds to question him. I mean... what were your options? You'd blindly wandered onto deadly and fragile ice, an inky and icy death waiting just a few inches of frozen water below you. You desperately needed help, there was no way you were getting away safely on your own... if you take his help there's a chance he's lying, so you die, but if you reject him...
... You die either way. Might as well take the route with a sliver of hope. Maybe he’s... had a sudden change of heart? Randomly decided not to eat you?
Besides... You thought, shuddering. There's gotta be a little truth to it. Why would he try to trick me if I’m that close to gaps in the ice? Why bother leading me if I’m within range?
... You just... tried not to think about the fact that orca siren were well known for toying with prey for hours.
You heard his clicking, easily penetrating through the ice just ahead of you. That familiar echolocative sound... tapping like water droplets hitting a stone floor interspersed between louder clicks that you felt in your feet.
... You took a shaking deep breath, wiped away more tears... and started stumbling after the monster’s beckon.
He was right about there being cracks everywhere. The ground continually rocked beneath you; as he led you across the ice, you occasionally heard him surface, breath and rippling water... then the clicks would begin again somewhere else- further ahead or a little to the left or right. All around you there were places for him to come up for air... holes that you could’ve staggered straight into.
He led you across the shaking and unstable ice, weaving your stumbling blind form out of a maze of cracks and imminent danger. He could probably sense, with his echolocation, what sections of ice were thick enough for you to safely walk across.
Eventually, the ground evened out, and stopped rocking back and forth when you trod on it. His breaks for air became fewer, and further between... it must’ve been safer territory now...
...
... You turned your face.
... You didn’t have to see the setting sun to be able to see it. Everything under your eyelids got brighter when you turned toward it, you felt a modicum of warmth on your cheeks and still-burning eyelids.
So...
...
“W-we’re... going the wrong way.”
... You heard him pause, his clicking stopping short as he surfaced a short distance away. You couldn’t tell if he’d turned to face you or not, you desperately wanted to see.
“The... the st-station is... east, from the m-melting ice. We’re... g-going south right now...?”
...
His voice changed. You could hear the smile- in your minds eye you could see the dark grin spread across his face.
“i said i’d take you to safety. didn’t i?”
... 
You clapped your gloved hands over your ears and, just like you’d been trained to do, began shouting out the lyrics to the first song that came to mind as loud as you possibly could. Just underneath the words you were yelling you could hear something beginning to resonate... something sweet and beautiful, soothing and otherworldly and terrifying, but you couldn’t linger on it, not even for a second, you couldn’t think about it at all because as soon as you concentrated on the sirensong instead of your song you wouldn’t be able to pull yourself back again. As soon as you thought about him instead of the stupid lyrics, instead of the burning in your eyes and head, instead of the hoarseness in your throat, it’d all be over.
...
A gunshot.
The bullet landed in the water only a few feet away from where Sans was floating, sending up spray that dotted the ice around it. It caught you and the siren off guard- both of you stopped, your panicked yelling broke and the beautiful melody cut short jarringly like an entire orchestra freezing mid performance.
You took your hands away from your ears just in time to hear Sans mutter “stupid researchers...” before the unmistakable splash of him diving back under the surface again; under the ice, back into the depths.
For a second, you literally couldn’t help it- you forced your eyes open the barest fraction, the glare immediately shooting pain through your skull. And... it was Hit, in his signature black and red coat, the sunset-coloured world behind him completely fuzzy. Boots crunching on the ice as he moved toward you, rifle raised and pointed at the water; goggles pulled up to his forehead... 
Even as you shut your eyes again, just a second already too long, his expression was burned into your mind. Glaring at where Sans had been with a look you could only describe as... furious.
And possessive.
You heard him swear softly, anger dropping away- you heard him hastily put his rifle over his shoulder, rushing over to you and dropping heavily to his knees, saying your name like he was nervous you weren’t going to answer. You felt coarse gloves against your icy face, turning it up to him, warm breath on your painful face... you never thought you’d feel so much relief at the touch of somebody you’d never trusted before, but you let out a tiny shuddering exhausted sob and leant into him until your forehead touched his chest.
“hey. hey, it’s okay.” His voice was gentle, but still clearly panting- how far had he gone to look for you? “it’s okay, i gotcha.”
When he hoisted you into his solid arms, you just leant against him completely... tucking into the hold as much as you could. You were emotionally and physically spent and all you wanted to do was sink into his jacket and sleep.
"... c’mon, doll. let’s get you home.”
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wondering-out-loud · 2 years
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When the Days Were Better \\ Lee Heeseung
pairing: boyfriend!Heeseung x reader
genre: slight angst, a fluffy ending
warnings: none really, one curse, an argument
word count: 1,047
synopsis: You miss the way your relationship used to be, before Heeseung had to work so much ~ inspired loosely on the song 2011 by 5SOS
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You tossed and turned before finally sitting up. It was nearly 4 am. Sighing, you flicked the light on, giving up on getting any sleep. Heeseung was supposed to come over hours ago and you hadn’t heard a single word from him, not even a text. You worriedly sent your tenth message in a row to him asking if he was okay and headed into the living room to find some late night tv to watch.
You jolted awake on the couch half an hour later to the sound of keys jiggling in the lock of your apartment door. Heeseung walked in, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of happiness and surprise upon seeing you awake and waiting for him at such a late hour. He approached you and swept you up into his arms, carrying you back to bed. You couldn’t help but smile being in your boyfriend’s arms. Almost four years later and he still makes you feel like the only girl in the world.
He told you he was going to take a quick shower and headed into the bathroom. Listening to the sound of the shower, you were suddenly more awake again and remembering your thoughts from before you had fallen asleep. Heeseung came out of the bathroom dressed for bed when he noticed the look on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling down in front of you.
“Nothing, I’m just tired” you stated, not making eye contact with him.
“I know you better than that, babe, come on what is it?” He turned your face to look at his. “Is it because I’m so late again? I’m sorry you know how carried away I get trying to get everything to look and sound perfect. I know I should have texted so you wouldn’t worry but I was so focused and lost track of time and-“
He stopped short when he noticed the singular tear rolling down your cheek. He rushed to sit next to you on the bed and grabbed your face with both hands, rubbing away the growing stream of tears with his thumbs. “Baby, please tell me what’s going on” he begged. Staring into the eyes you loved the most, you took a shaky breath before trying to put how you felt into words.
“I… just feel like I miss the old me, the old us” you started. You watched as his brow furrowed at your statement and continued. “We used to talk about this incredible future where you achieved your dreams and debuted and I would be working towards my dreams and be happy and content because we were together and now that’s happening but…” you were just about sobbing now, trying your best to say what you wanted to say. “I just can’t stop wishing we were back there, back when the days were better. When I didn’t feel like everything was so complicated, like I’m standing in the way of your dreams.”
You noticed Heeseung was crying now too, which broke your heart even more. He suddenly stood up and started pacing the room, and you could see the thoughts running through his head. You tried to call out to him to get him to settle down. “Hee-”
“I’m sorry I’m not making enough time for you. I’ll stop practicing all night long and missing dates and not answering your messages. I’ll be better, you deserve me to be better”
You shook your head. “No, Hee, you’re missing my point. You shouldn’t have to do any of that for me. This is your life, this is your dream, you shouldn’t have to give any of that up for me and I could never ask you to. Maybe we were just meant to stay in 2018, when everything was easy and perfect and simple.”
He suddenly stopped walking and stared blankly at the wall.
“No”
“What?”
He finally turned to face you and the fiery look in his eyes caught you off guard. “No. This isn’t supposed to be easy. Relationships shouldn’t just end because things got difficult or some things changed. We’re not who we were 4 years ago, and that’s okay. You have to put in work to make it work, that’s what a real relationship is; you have to work for what you love. And I love you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to not lose you. I guess the only question is, are you?”
The two of you existed in silence for a few minutes, eyes locked on one another, neither breaking the silence as you processed what he had just said and he waited for your response.
You took a deep breath and stood to walk over to him. “I just don’t want you to have to start giving things up for me, like practicing until 4 in the morning if that’s what your crazy ass wants to do. I’m worried I’m standing in your way and that’s the last thing I want to do. I just want you to be happy” you whispered as you took his hands in yours.
He dropped your hands and you gasped slightly, preparing for him to say the words you feared the most. He didn’t though, instead he pulled you into him and held you close. “I am happiest with you in my life” he whispered into your hair. You relaxed into him and wrapped your arms around his torso.
“I would rather come back at 4 am after a long day and see you, even fight with you, than not come back to you at all…. But I’ll start trying to be home by 2 am.” He laughed and pulled away, looking at you as if to say ‘okay? Are we done now?’
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, nodding. The two of you finally climbed into bed and cuddled close together; it was 5:15 now.
“Stop getting wrapped up in the past. All we need is each other and we’ll be alright.” Heeseung sleepily assured you. You giggled at your boyfriend and his eyes fluttered open in response. “What?” He asked. You just smiled before replying, “nothing. I just love you a lot.” “And I love you even more,” he kissed your lips gently, “Now can we please get some sleep”
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deru-shigaraki · 3 years
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Yandere Leviathan (obey me one shot)~Smut warning
You weren't happy with the arrangement. It was ridiculous that your mother was moving in with her new boyfriend so soon. Not that you didn't believe that she was happy. You've never seen your mom act this way. She was like a dizzy teenager, so love struck. Their honeymoon phase was striking hard and it cute yet somewhat disturbing. You hadn't minded them spending all of their time together. It gave you the opportunity to indulge in a new found freedom. Your mother used to be fixated on your social life, making it hard for you to do your own thing. However that beautiful privilege was going to be taken from you. It was cold the evening you had finally gotten settled in. You weren't the type to complain. You were a go with the flow type of girl. However going from your usual carefree lifestyle to having to share a room with someone was the icing on the top of a fucked up cake. Leviathan was the son of a friend of your mothers boyfriend. He had been staying with him for a few years due to family drama. When you ended up coming to stay as well, there were no other rooms, meaning that the two of you, practically strangers, had to share a living space. You had met Leviathan multiple times before, but it could hardly be considered meeting, given the fact that he hadn't made any effort into speaking to you. Even now as you made busy organizing your side of the room, he only glanced. You realized really quick that he rarely took his eyes off his game, but when he did, his glaze was fixed on you. It was creepy to say the least. You didn't like him already, and him acting creepy wasn't helping you adjust at all. Levi did his schooling online, meaning that when you left for classes during the day, he stayed behind. It hadn't crossed your mind that something weird could happen until you started noticing that a few of your things had gone missing. Articles of clothing mostly. You doubted he was stealing your clothes to wear them so you had dismissed it as being your imagination but even so, it placed a heavy bit of doubt in you. Coming home from school was always awkward. Both of the adults worked late and then would stay out together even later, meaning that it was just the two of you for hours until you went to bed. Today was no different. You sat in your bed, reading a book. Levi was on the floor in front of his tv, playing video games peacefully until the my hero academia theme song sounded off on his phone. You chuckled at his cute ringtone. He blushed lightly, glaring at you as he answered. "That mom and dad?" You asked and he shook his head standing up. "Girlfriend." He muttered before leaving the room for more privacy. You didn't think anything of it. You knew that he had a long distance relationship with some chick on the internet. That was it. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place so opening up about his love life wasn't something you had expected. Much like the sob that interrupted your chapter. You looked up from your paper back and stare in the direction of the slightly cracked door. Out in the hall you could hear Leviathan's voice. You were surprised, never hearing him get so loud. His tone was distressed, whatever she was telling him must not have been good. You didn't want to eavesdrop but a part of you was way too interested in what was going down. You put a piece of scrap paper into your book and set it down before sliding off of your bed silently. You didn't want to alert him. It would just be a little listen and then you'd hurry back to your bed before he even knew it. Though you wish you hadn't had that idea. You couldn't quite make out with what his girlfriend was saying but after hearing Leviathan response with: "Why? What have I done? Please don't do this! Think about it, you love me, and I love you." Listening was one thing you could have scolded yourself on, but you ignored even that and took a peak out the cracked door. Leviathan was pacing back and fourth, his body trembling in what you guessed as anger or maybe intense sadness. As soon as the call was over, he dropped his phone before balling his hand into a fist, striking the wall with an aggressive punch. You gasped as he repeated the action, again and again. As soon as he started to use both of his hands, you decided enough was enough. You rushed out into the hall way and grabbed his shoulder. He pushed you back. "Stay away from me brat!" He shouted and you paused. Your eyes were wide, staring at his bruising knuckles. You glanced back and forth from his hands to his eyes, feeling like you were about to cry with him. Leviathan sighed, closing his eyes and tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. He muttered an apology before pushing past you, entering the room. You followed him, not trying to get in his face but you wanted to help, or at least wanted to know the drama. Leviathan was laying down on his bed, body sprawled out on his back. He was obviously suffering over what had happened. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do about it. You sat yourself next to him. He glared at you before reaching up to cover his face with his hands. He tried to hide his wet eyes and red face but you could clearly see the way he was trembling. You didn't want him to be upset. It was going to be a few hours before you were going to bed and you didn't want to have to sit an awkwardness. You scooted closer to him before laying down next to your roommate. You waited a moment before speaking. "Sooo, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked and her growled before turning over onto his side, facing away from you. He gave a few angry sniffles before letting his guard drop just a small bit. "My girlfriend broke up with me..." You gave a little nod to yourself. "Yep...Do you-" "She said I was too clingy! How!?" Levi rolled over, startling you as he continued. "How could I be controlling her from across the ocean?! How big does she think My bank account is that she's accusing me of hacking her phone!?" You attempted to throw in your two sense, however he wasn't giving you the chance, continuing to get worked up, his body was leaning into your personal space more and more. "It's not hacking if I correctly guess a password to something!" You quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by his tantrum. Leviathan then started getting a little too close, his leg swinging over your body. "If I was hacking her, she would have never even known!" He added, now straddling your hips. For you that was crossing the line and you had reached up to push him off before he caught your hands in his. "I would have done anything for her! I deleted her friends to protect her, I leveled up by body!" He growled the last part, lifting up his shirt, surprising you with actual abs underneath his layers of clothes. He forced your hand up against him and your face flushed with confusion as well as embarrassment. "This was going to be hers." He tipped his head back in thought, closing his eyes and moaning softly. His fingers were firm, holding your hand securely against his body. You were starting to shake, not sure how to react to this. Your mouth twitched, wondering what to say. He was getting a bit lost in his own mind. His hips were relaxing into you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. You had to stop this, it felt out of place, wrong even. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away from him. As this he responded with a look of realization. He looked down at you for a moment before sighing deeply and dropping his hoodie. "I'm sorry...." He dropped his upper body down, his arms holding him up as he stared down into your face. You nibbled at your bottom lip. "It's fine, Just try and take your mind off of it, how about we play your games or something?" You suggested and his cheeks brightened up. "You'd play with me?" His voice cracked slightly, but you pretended not to hear it. He sat up, rushing to get controllers for the two of you. It was possibly the oddest night of your life. Levi was attached to your hip, leaning up against you while you both played on the tv. It wasn't that bad, you figured he just needed a friend to get his mind off of the breakup. It wasn't that much of a hassle to look after him. It only started getting really weird when it was getting later into the night. You were feeling a bit sleepy and he noticed. "Bed?" He asked and you nodded, standing up, and grabbing a set of clothes to change into. You went to the bathroom, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Coming back you caught a glimpse of Levi stripping. You scolded yourself for peaking. It was so wrong to spy on him. You just couldn't believe that he was that fit. You never seen him exercise, where did that body come from. You waited for him to put on something more than a tee shirt and boxers. After a minute or so of him just waiting there, you realized that he wasn't planning on putting on pants. You were confused as to what he was up to. He always slept with a hoodie and sweatpants. This was the least amount go clothes you've ever seen him in. Not only that but he was also fixing his hair. It was incredibly strange but that didn't stop you from walking in to your room. You tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes staring at you as you crawled into your bed. He stood there, in the middle of your room, rubbing at his wrist nervously. You laid there on top of your covers waiting. "Um...You can turn off the lights, I'm just gonna crash-" "Could we talk some more?...I mean if you wanna sleep that's fine, But I'd like to vent a bit more." Your eye twitched, out of exaughstion and of slight concern as to where this was going to go. You decided not to be rude and said sure. Much to your surprise he slapped the lights off and threw himself into your bed, his body scooting in close to you. His face was blushing as hard as yours was. "Wouldn't you be more comfy on your own bed? Mine is kinda small." You suggested but he didn't make a move to get up. He only scooted towards you, pressing his legs against yours. You closed your eyes, tight at first, just embarrassed by him acting weird towards you. However after awhile you found yourself leaning into his hand as he stroked you hair, opening your legs so that he could tangle his with yours. You were far too sleepy to put up much of a fight as he wrapped himself around you, hugging you in your sleep. It was warm, so warm and so comfy. Your head against his chest, his heart beat steady and soothing. You passed out soon after he started to hum to you. In the morning you woke up alone. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, for a split second wondering if maybe you had dreamt up that whole thing. You carried on with your morning runtime. Gettin ready for school, putting on makeup, getting dressed, doing your hair. It seemed like a normal morning, until you walked down the stairs. The smell hit you instantly. The sweet aroma of syrup and the yummy scent of waffles greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You were completely shocked seeing Levi standing there. He had his back turned to you, unloading waffles from the maker. He was listening to a soft anime soundtrack playlist as he cooked. He was wearing the boxers he had slept in, but now he had on a shirt. When he finally turned, you realized that he also had on an apron as well. It was a purple one, a shade lighter than his hair. He had a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. "MC! You're up! Good, I just finished breakfast." He set the food down, offering you syrup and a glass of juice. You sat down, a little concerned with his rapid change of pace. He was never up this early, you had stepped over his sleeping body a dozen times before in the morning, yet here he was. For no reason that you could see other than that he wanted to feed you. You watched as he made you a plate. He took his time in placing fruits in certain spots in your waffles, covering them with syrup. He then set the plate in front of you, taking the seat beside you. You reached for your fork, noticing how Levi was staring at you. Trying not to let it bother you, you just started to eating. After a few moments of stuffing your face and looking at your phone you looked up, Levi coughing you off guard. He leaned into you, closing his eyes as he licked the side of your mouth. You panicked, pushing him back and getting off of your chair to avoid him. Levi also stood and rushed towards you. "MC, What's wrong?!" He looked concerned, trying to get close to you, but you refused to let him in your space. You circled the kitchen's counter. "N-no, stay back." You told him and Levi gave a hurt expression, his hands holding his chest as if you had stabbed him in the chest. "You're...mad at me?" His voice was quivering, almost making you feel sorry, but you couldn't. "You licked me." You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. Levi frowned. "I was just..." He brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it angrily. As he continued to speak, you noticed how his voice was getting lower, almost more threatening. He cleared his throat, eyes closed tight as if he was trying to hold back a ton of aggression, and yet you could hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry..." He spit out, taking a breath, finally looking up at you with glossy eyes. He slowly started to inch closer towards you. "You just looked so, cute...I couldn't help it." He mumbled and you shook your head. "N-no, Levi, come on. You're being really weird, I'm just gonna go to school ok-" "No! You can't." He rushed towards you. You weren't fast enough to escape, his hands gripping your wrist, as he used his body to force you up against the wall. You yelped, hitting your head, not too hard but you cringed, making him curse. "Fuck! Are you alright?! I'm not trying to scare you, I just need you to understand." He panicked and you shut your eyes. "L-levi, You're just upset over your ex. I know that you're messed up right now, but you can't take out your feelings on me, you need some help, maybe you should talk to mom or someone-" "NO! Don't tell anyone, please, I only trust you. If you tell mom and dad, they are going to split the family up, they'd be so disappointed...You'll ruin the family." He threatened and you stared at him shocked. You struggled against him, Levi growling. "Stay home from school today, let's just stay in bed, cuddle like we did last night." he cooed, his hips now pressing into the lower half of your body. You started to tremble in fear, "Stop it Levi!" Your cries for mercy didn't do a damn thing, he just continued to grind himself against you. His face held a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He was ashamed of what he was doing, a bright blush on his cheeks and apology in his eyes, but his growing erection was proof that it didn't matter to him, his body was reacting positively to you being defenseless against him. "MC, stay home with me~Please stay, please be with me." he begged and you just shook your head. "Leviathan, I-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was passionate and messy, his mouth forcing it's way inside of yours. You were panicking, the only way you knew how to stop it was by biting down on his tongue. You flinched as he drew back, stepping away from you as he spit out blood. "You....You hurt me..." He mumbled under his breath. You stood there, watching in fear as he thought out the situation. "You're such a bitch...I've worked so hard to be here with you...And you've ruined it." He glared at the table where your plate was still sitting along with the other breakfast supplies. "I had it so perfectly planned." He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking slightly. He then turned back to you. "You're not even sorry...You ruined our breakfast together, and then you bit me!" he shouted, scaring you into backing away. He stalked towards you. " I didn't want it to be this way, I was so excited...there's only one thing that I'll except as an apology." He said darkly and you bolted. It was no use fighting him. As soon as he caught up to you, it was over. Levi was so much more stronger than you, and quick too. He's whole demeanor changed, his sweet persona new replaced with a cruel alter ego. He was treating you like a naughty pet, which was even stranger before in order for you to earn his forgiveness, he had wanted you to dress up for him, so that he could take pictures. You were terrified of the older boy in front of you. He was humming happily as he did your hair, putting it up in pigtails, adding on some cat ear clips to finish off the look. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, but at this point, he was in his own reality, not registering the situation at all. That's what made him unpredictable. "So cute!" He beamed, offering you his hands so he could pick you up off the floor. You glanced over to the mirror on the wall, gasping as you seen yourself. Levi had fully dressed you. You had a two piece on, a black and white maids top and a matching shirt, thigh highs going up your legs. You also noticed the tail that was pinned you your shirt. Levi was putting in some final touches. He crouched down in front of you, making sure your thigh highs were up all the way. He looked up at you with almost a loving expression. He then wrapped his arms around you legs, hugging you, his face burying into your thighs. You blushed as he held you. "I'm so glad it fits, I bought it a month ago, I figured you were a medium but by the way your curves are popping out, mm you might be a large~" He mumbled still snuggling you. You caught his words. "A month ago...You bought this for me?" You asked and Levi nodded. "Of course, I thought-...ha..." He stood, up his face red, caught in a lie. You frowned at him. "A month ago, you were still with your girlfriend...What do you mean you bought this for me?" You asked, your hands crossing over your chest. Levi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I had to make you comfortable with me...I knew that it was going to be hard, you moving in with a boy. I thought if I had a girlfriend, you might warm up to me faster, knowing that I wasn't going to do anything..." You stepped back, shocked. "I heard her on the phone, this whole time? You mean you faked it this whole time? I don't understand, why would you-" "Please don't be upset with me! I did it for you, I wanted you to relax before we got closer." he explained and you shook your head. "Levi, you're insane." You mumbled and he grabbed your shoulders. "MC. I'm in love with you. Ever since I seen your pictures, I knew I liked you, and getting to spend all this time, so close to you...It's not enough, I need you. I need you to accept me." he begged and you just shook your head. "This is crazy, you lied this whole time, to what? Make me your girlfriend?" He looked ashamed as you shook your head. "I don't like you that way...I have other boys I'm talking you-" "No." He growled. "I won't let you, I worked too hard." He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into him. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead. "Promise me, that you're mine...." He hugged you tightly. You shook your head. "No, Levi." You whispered and he started to laugh. You pushed away from his as soon as his hands released you, scared that his personality had switched. You yelped as he grabbed your wrist. He sat himself down in the chair in front of the mirror, pulling you onto his lap, without much effort. He had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms at your sides. You of course struggled but it was no use. He sighed, his other hand lifting up your skirt so the two of you could see the reflection of your panties in the mirror. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself so venerable, so paralyzed in fear. He moaned, you yelping as his dick started to harden underneath you. "I refuse to let all of my hard work go down the drain. I won't let you get taken away from me by some fucking piece of garbage. Only one person deserves you and that's me." he growled in your ear. You were shaking, terrified as his free hand slipped underneath the skirt, his fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. He felt the lips of your pussy through them, a wetness beginning to form. You hated yourself for getting turned on by his hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, kissing the side of your face as he watched himself in the mirror. "Lift your hips up for me~" He whispered into your ear. You were hesitant, but didn't have a choice, lifting yourself up, Levi making quick work of taking himself out of his pants, his dick free, now placed between your legs. Your pussy flooded at the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the insides of your thighs. He pulled it up closer, urging you to close you legs around him. He then used his hips to push up into you, fucking your thighs, his mouth letting out little grunts as he fucked up into them. You felt so dirty, his precut dripping down the tip of his dick and leaking down onto your thighs. The slickness traveled down in between your legs, offering his cock more lube to go faster. He buried his face into your shoulder, groaning desperately. "Oh my god, you're so soft~Squeeze your legs tighter together." He ordered and you did as you were told, just hoping it would be done quicker. Your pussy was burning at the friction of his dick. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your own moans, you didn't want him to know that there was a portion of you that was really enjoying this, the way he felt, how big he was. You peaked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much of a mess you were. Levi's eyes were closed, head tipping back as he moved his hips faster. "Fuck! I'm so close." He paused his movements, grabbing your thighs, and forcefully opening them, his hand grabbing your panties and pulling them aside. You started to panic! "Levi no! Not there! Please not there!" You begged, but he kept you held still, as his cock forced itself inside of you. You screamed feeling him bottom out, his dick twitching inside of you, your body not excepting the lack of movement, You needed him to move. You couldn't take it, you shamefully began to wiggle your hips, Levi's arm releasing you, your hands pressing against the mirror in front of you, your hips lifting and dropping onto his cock feverishly. You couldn't stop yourself, you didn't know what you were doing but the pleasure drove your movements. Levi was just as surprised, his face twisted in intense heat. He grunted as he thrusted up into you, meeting your pace. You were a moaning mess, screaming for him like a slut. You were so caught up in the feeling, that you hadn't noticed him pulling out his phone, taking pictures and short videos. When he felt himself again get close, he threw his phone down, giving your ass a hard slap before grabbing your hips, forcefully holding you down onto his cock as his orgasm gushed into you. You struggled against him, your body shaking, tears falling from your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely embarrassed. Levi leaned back in the chair, his head tipped back, his cock still giving your spurts of lust, his cum starting to overflow your pussy, leaking down your legs. You looked over your shoulder at him with exhausted eyes. He smiled at you, giving a light pat to your thigh, "Up baby." he ordered, his voice soft as you struggled to stand. His dick made an obscene sound as you stood up. He tucked it back into his boxers. You whined as he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed. You clasped into the sheets, grabbing one of his pillows instinctively. You hugged it close to your chest, too sore to move. You felt so messy, so slutty. Levi on the other hand was acting as if nothing was happening, turning on his game, sitting on the bed next to you. You whined, getting his attention. He looked back at you, his hand resting on your head, petting your hair, taking out the cat ear clips. "You can get undressed if you'd like. I'm done for now." He explained. You used the last bit of your energy to strip from the outfit he had put you in. Levi looked back at you and smiled. "Sore?" He asked and you nodded. "You'll get use to it. I won't go so hard next time." he explained, making your stomach do flips. He was going to do this again...you really did belong to him. 
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earlgreydream · 3 years
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Jealous
| loki x reader | smut |
Loki ignores you and you devise a plan to make him jealous, but you’re in too deep when it backfires. 
warnings: spanking, punishment, sex (obviously)
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A drink was pushed into your hand, a the fake smile on your face was dazzling. A designer gown that cost more than a car was draping your body, catching the attention of everyone in the room.
Stark’s parties were loud and long and obnoxious. The host of the party was drunk and enthusiastically telling stories of his genius success. Reporters followed around your coworkers like dogs, three of them interrogating you at the moment. You could barely find it in you to give them any attention, your eyes intently resting on your boyfriend. He was leaned against a wall in an all-black suit, drinking champagne with a harrowing scowl on his face. You had to drag him to the party, and he’d left you to stand in a quiet corner as soon as reporters had flocked to you. The public wasn’t fond of Loki, and you knew that. They were unable to forgive him for his attempted takeover, though it had been years. You hated the judgement of the public against Loki, especially when he was accused of corrupting you.
You were America’s darling, the golden girl of the avengers. A late addition to their team, you were adored by everyone for your sweet personality and generally bubbly attitude. The media was scathing when discussing your relationship with Loki, accusing him of manipulating you. They would never be able to understand the love and devotion you had for each other.
However, tonight, he was in a sour mood. You were annoyed that he had abandoned you to fend for yourself against the press, especially after he’d put up such a fight to come in the first place. Your eyes narrowed at him as you made eye contact across the party, and his gaze was hard as he lifted his glass to his lips.
You grew more and more frustrated the more time that passed. You wanted attention, you wanted him by your side, you wanted his hands on you, you wanted him.
“Y/N! How do you feel about Stark’s new weapons line? Have you used any?” A reporter captured your attention. You turned to him, flashing a smile.
“Yes, actually! Stark is a genius as always.” You laid your hand on his arm, giggling at a joke he made. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you, and you could practically feel the jealousy brewing. The reporter blushed and began to stammer, making you smile wider.
“Stark! Come tell them about your weapons!” You called as he passed. He never passed up an opportunity to talk about himself, and he wrapped an arm around your waist with an intoxicated grin. You shot Loki a challenging look, leaning your head on Tony’s shoulder and laughing at something he said.
You slipped out of his grasp, taking the opportunity to get away from the reporters. You walked to the bar, standing Bucky and ordering another cocktail.
“We can feel his jealousy radiating off of him. You’re making him angry.” Bucky warned you, referring to Loki.
“I don’t care. Maybe if he was so jealous he could at least stand by me.” You shrugged, and Bucky seemed uneasy.
“Y/N, you’re playing a dangerous game-”
“Let him be mad if he wants.” You swallowed a generous amount of my drink, and Bucky dropped it, giving up on trying to warn you.
“Dance with me.” You said to Bucky, setting your empty glass down on the bar.
“Y/N, you’re going to really piss him off-”
“You’re dating Steve, I don’t think Loki needs to worry.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Bucky to dance with you. He relaxed as he expertly moved your body along with the music, dipping you low to the ground.
“Excuse me.” You left Bucky after a couple of songs, walking to the restroom.
After drying your hands, you went to fix your hair in the mirror. A startled gasp left your lips as Loki suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his hand around your throat.
“Loki-?” You were caught off guard, and you were dragged back and pinned to his chest, seeing his green eyes blaze with anger in the mirror.
“What are you playing at, Y/N? Are you trying to make me jealous?” Loki gave you an opportunity to confess and apologize, but you looked back at him, standing your ground.
“I’m just having fun at the party. Just because you pout in the corner doesn’t mean I can’t talk to reporters and dance with a soldier boy.” You taunted him, feeling his grip tighten around your throat.
“Why are you being a brat? Is it because you’re so fucking desperate for my attention, you’ll get it any way you can?” Loki’s voice was dangerously low, but you refused to show your anxiety.
“I can get attention from anyone.” You dug yourself deeper, and Loki bent you forward over the counter.
“Loki!” You gasped, tugging at the magic binds that held your wrists to the faucet. The cold marble was pressed against your chest, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, pushing your ass out.
“Not so bold now?” Loki mocked as you struggled.
“Have you lost your mind? Someone could walk in-”
“Let them. You wanted to flirt and whore around, so let them walk in and see you bent over the counter for me.” He snapped, and your eyes widened. As much as you hated it, the threat made arousal pool between your thighs.
You knew it was an empty threat, Loki would never let anyone see your body. You knew the door was magicked shut, but his words still made warmth spread through your belly.
“You’re mine. You’re mine alone, and I didn’t realize I would have to remind you.” He ran his hands down your sides, and you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyes widened when you saw his suit was gone, and he was standing naked behind you.
“I’m yours.” You breathed, squirming against the counter, trying to arch off the cold stone. His hands went under you, groping your breasts roughly. You squeaked as he rolled your nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of your dress, and you rested your forehead against the countertop as heat seeped through your panties.
“Loki, I’m-- ah-- I’m sorry!” You shrieked as he pinched roughly, making your back arch. 
“I’m going to make you remember that nobody could ever touch you like me or make you feel good.” He hissed in your ear, making you moan eagerly, nodding.
“After I punish you for acting like a brat.” He finished, a yelp leaving your lips as he slapped your ass with force, pain stinging through your skin. He lifted your dress to bunch around your hips, leaving your ass exposed to him. 
“A black lace thong, hm?” He snapped it, making you jerk. Soft yelps caught in your throat as he delivered several more slaps to your ass, and you tugged pathetically, failing to free your wrists. You knew he could see your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you blinked away moisture from your eyes, trying to look at him in the mirror. 
“Loki, please!” You begged him, wanting him to ease up on your ass and fuck you like you wanted.
“Please, what, Y/N?” He taunted, knowing exactly what. He wanted to hear you say it, to further your embarrassment. He spanked you again when you didn’t answer, and you swallowed your shyness. 
“Please, fuck me!” You cried, and he tore off your thong, kicking your legs open wider. You wanted to touch him, and you yanked on your hands, but he didn’t let them go.
“You’re fucking soaked, you dirty girl. Was it from dancing with the soldier?”
“No, no, it’s from you.” Your voice was broken as you struggled to speak. 
He dragged his fingers through your folds, and you writhed as he stroked at your opening, avoiding your clit and not entering you. He was making you writhe and beg for him, completely at his mercy.
“Needy girl.” He mocked your pathetic whimpers. 
You screamed as he fully entered you in one thrust, his hips connecting with the heated skin of your ass. You choked on moans as he relentlessly snapped his hips, hitting you deep with every thrust. The roughness burned, but pleasure was coursing through your body, making it easier to ignore. You tried to grind against the edge of the counter, needing stimulation on your clit in order to cum.
“No, you will not come. You’ve been a brat and throwing yourselves at other men. So you are going to bend over and take what I give you, and you’re going to hold it.” He ordered, making you sob desperately. 
“Please, please, please!” You squealed helplessly and he held you still as he emptied his seed into you, coming inside of your tight heat. You whimpered as he pulled out, using his fingers to push his thick seed back inside of you as it dripped. You were shocked at his willingness to just leave you. 
Loki was an incredible lover, always attentive and making sure you came multiple times. The sharp contrast of his dominating roughness left you jarred and unsatisfied. 
He knelt down and pressed a kiss to your aching cunt, making you shudder as he stood back up. 
“Come on, darling. Stark’s party has another couple hours. You did want me to stand by you for interviews, didn’t you?” Loki hummed, slipping your dress to fall back down over your legs. 
“Loki, I don’t know if I can walk.” He laughed, releasing the invisible bonds on your wrists and pulling you up to stand. He held your jaw and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, leaving your head spinning.
“You’re so pretty in this dress, darling. Come on, let’s go enjoy the party.” 
You walked out of the bathroom, his hand on your lower back. He murmured affirmations in your ear, and put a drink in your hands, smiling at Bucky and Steve as they chatted with you. 
“Y/N, how is everything with your boyfriend, here?” A reporter asked you, and you leaned back into Loki’s chest. You fought off the urge to slip into subspace after the sex, and you gave the reporter a dreamy smile.
“It’s amazing. Loki is wonderful to me, as always.” You answered, looking up at the young god who smiled down at you. You were dazed as you kept up with the party, and there wasn’t a second without Loki’s hands somewhere on your body.
“Loki, please, this party is too much.” You whispered to him. You wanted to go back to the privacy of your suite, and be alone with Loki. He gave into your request, whisking you away back to your bedroom. 
“I need you, I need you to make me come. I’m sorry I was a brat.” You babbled softly, and he gently kissed you, slipping the dress off of your shoulders and helping you step out of it. 
“I’m going to take care of you darling, relax.” Loki hummed into your neck before laying you down carefully on the bed. He was attentive to the fact he’d destroyed you earlier, and he knelt down between your legs to eat you out instead of putting you through another round of fucking.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I just wanted attention!” Your words came out in shaky breaths as he licked through your folds, pulling your clit between his lips.
“My darling, I know. I love you, I’m no longer upset. If you want my attention you need only ask. Now hush and let me make my gorgeous girl feel good.” He said with a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You weaved your fingers into his black hair, rocking against his face as he ate you out, bringing you to the edge within minutes. 
“Loki!” 
“Let go, darling.” He coaxed you, and the coil in your belly snapped with a scream. You throbbed as you came, and he rode you through it, licking up everything that dripped from your aching center. 
“I love you,” He said softly, pulling you to lay in his arms and lulling you to sleep.
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clouds-rambles · 3 years
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hello!~ o(〃^▽^〃)o
can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)
thank u sm! :))
BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3
Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!
Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader
Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies
Keep reading under the cut!
Kaeya
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-
“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it
“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear
“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms
He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind
Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one. 
Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart
How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?
Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body
Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest
“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms
“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death
Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you
The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond
The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day
A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off. 
Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain
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Diluc
No, not like this
You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different
Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply
“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends
“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own
“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood
“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life
Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind
A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body
She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again
Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.
Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience
Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable
Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned
Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones
Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad
He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon
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Childe
You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body
“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return
“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare
But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping
“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest
“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.
You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you
Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep
Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer
Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms
The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit
Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes
Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him
If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one
They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie
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Venti
He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.
He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more
Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-
He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking
A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost
Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard
He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop. 
Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.
Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.
Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality
Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell
News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning
Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern
It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.
Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you
Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-
Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there
He doesn’t want to lose again
It’s happened too much
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Hello I hope requests are open! :) Platonic lowkey romantic Bucci Gang (Not Poly but like the whole gang interacting with reader simultaneously) with a crush that always dances while eating for some reason AAA she could be crying but once food is served and she's munching she just wiggles and jiggles and jumps AAA FLUFF THANK YOU!!!
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Bucciarati Gang x Reader
You were having a bad day. You woke up in a shitty mood, you only got four hours of sleep, you couldn’t get your hair to style to way you wanted it to, you didn’t like any of the outfits you put on, and you had a mission to go on today. Not that you didn’t like missions but you really didn’t want to go on one at the moment.
The mission was simple though. You and Abbacchio had to go and gather intel on someone who may pose a threat to you all later on. After you and Abbacchio came back from your mission you met everyone at Libeccio. They were all sitting down at the table waiting for you two.
You both grabbed a seat. Bucciarati asked how the mission went and Abbacchio gave him the details. Fugo and Narancia were arguing about something stupid, and Giorno and Mista were talking to one another.
You put your head down on the table and groaned. There was nothing that triggered your sudden sadness. It was just everything building up over time. You began to sniffle and then tears began silently falling down your face.
“Y/N? Are you ok,” Giorno asked. Of course Giorno would be the one to notice. He notices everything.
You shook your head but kept it downwards. You sniffed louder than intended.
Narancia stood up from his seat. “Are you crying!? Don’t cry!” He ran next to you and draped his body over yours to hug you.
Abbacchio put his hand on your arm. “What’s going on?”
You laughed to cover up the sobs. Narancia backed away so you could sit up straight. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry guys. Don’t worry about it.”
Bucciarati was still concerned. “Y/N. What happened?”
You sighed. “I’ve just had a shitty day and I’m really tired.”
Everyone stared at you for a minute. That was it? They all knew that you were over emotional. They never made fun of you for it though, in a way it was refreshing to have someone show so much emotion.
“As long as you’re ok,” Fugo said with a sympathetic smile.
All of a sudden food appeared at the table. You didn’t know the group ordered anything yet. The waiter began placing food down on the table. Bucciarati thanked him and turned to you. “Y/N we ordered you your favorite food. Abbacchio we orders yours too.”
You both thanked them and you all began eating. All the sadness you felt earlier began to wash away. You had a bright smile on your face and you were kicking your legs under the table. The chatter box inside of you came out and you began talking to everyone about a subject that made you super happy.
Everyone listened and tried not to look too surprised in the sudden mood switch you experienced. After you finished eating you got up and began walking around the table. No one knew what you were doing but they didn’t stop you. You walked over to Mista and held onto his arm.
Mista gave you a confused look. “Hi?”
“Hi,” you said giggling.
Abbacchio just shock his head and Narancia began laughing with you. Mista just kept on eating despite you hanging off of him. Then when you got bored you walked over to Narancia who was done eating and just sitting down watching you. You grabbed his hands and lightly pulled him up. “We should dance.”
Nara smiled. “Of course! When we get home I’ll show you the new dance me and Mista came up with.”
You jumped in excitement and Giorno smiled. You then ran over to him and hugged him while wiggling back and forth. He laughed a bit.
Then you waddled over to Bucciarati. He didn’t say anything so you began to mumble a song and dance. Your actions were comical and no one in the gang had ever seen you act like this. At first they all assumed something was wrong. They realized quickly that this is just how you are.
You stopped your solo dance party and looked to Pannacotta. “You’re hair looks nice today Fugo!”
“T-thank you,” he stuttered due to him being caught off guard.
Lastly you walked over to Abbacchio and played with his long hair. “Hey Abba!”
“Hi Y/N.”
There was silence while you took off his headband and began separating his hair into three separate parts.
“What are you doing,” Leone asked.
“Braiding your hair!”
He sighed and tried to hide the smile forming on his lips. After you finished to braid you took a hair elastic and tied it to end. “Done!”
The gang tried not to laugh at the sight of Abbacchio’s hair being in a big braid as if he was a girl.
Abba looked at you. “Y/N.”
“Yes!”
He reached underneath his chair and grabbed his headphones. “Do you like classical music?”
“Yeah! It’s good.”
He put the headphones on your head. “Great. Now listen to this and tell me what you think.”
You happily agreed and he pressed the play button to the music. You began to mellow down and tap you foot to the music. Soon your eyes were closed and you almost feel asleep.
Did Leone give you the headphones just so you would calm down? Yes. Did you have to know that? No. He also did really want to share his music with you though. So it was a win win.
The gang a laughed a bit. They all loved you. You were one of them. They would do anything to make sure you were happy and if food and bothering them was the only way then so be it.
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