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kafkasmuses · 17 days

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the last days of judas iscariot — luke castellan + reader : betrayal hurts the saints the most.

tags : mdni, dark!luke, angry kissing, religious imagery & symbolism, body worship, angst and smut, love confessions, p in v sex, corruption kinks, implied blood kink, hints of cannibalism

there was something off about luke castellan.

he used to be caring, sweet and selfless— he did everything for the people around them, offered them smiles even if it was difficult on his lips, did anything to ease their pain, built himself up into a saint. but eventually, saints will fall, whether it be their own doing, or a martyrdom.

this was no martyrdom, he was not crucified, strung up on an olive tree, nor stoned.

this was a conscious decision that nobody else, besides his own self, would understand. it was so, so unlike him, luke was never one to betray the people around him, well, at least he didn’t portray himself that way. if you really knew luke, you’d know how much he hated the gods, he felt as though he was a despicable creation of theirs, and he’ll return the same despising looks.

but the story starts days before that, luke was as he always was. he offered you a smile from across the training field, and you returned it full - heartedly, waving at him. he moves to approach you, ignoring his sparring partner, “hey, do you need a partner?”

you glance around for a second, “don’t you already have one?”

his lips curve to a smirk, “i’d rather be with you.”

luke castellan had a thing for flirting with you, even if he was just being a tease, and didn’t entirely mean what he said— sometimes you thought he didn’t, or he never did, but in all honesty, he meant everything.

he admired you beyond proper comprehension, and you did the same with him. having been friends for years, it was no shock when your gazes would linger on each other for longer than they should, when he would do anything to make you smile even if it costs him his reputation.

on the first day, luke was as he always was, confident, grinning and sweet.

then the second day came, and luke’s smiles began to fade faster, he looked more tired, there was a certain mournful air that clung to his skin and radiated off of him. you picked up on it immediately, frowning at him and pulling him off to the side even when he was busy, “are you okay?”

“what?” his saliva feels thick in his mouth, like globs of nectar that feel poisonous underneath their sweet skin.

“i said— luke, what’s going on?“ you can’t deny how he seems to be out of order on everything, he was even fighting angrier, too, with a revengeful glint in his eye.

“i really, really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yes, you do.”

and it only got weirder from there, on the third day, he looked straight up exhausted, like he hadn’t slept the past two nights, and now he was being told to take a break from sword fighting because of how rough he was being. smiles were common from him now but cut off quick, and laughs became rare. he wasn’t trying to make anyone else around him smile or laugh, and he always just looked angry, guilty angry.

when you waved at him, he didn’t wave back, nor approach you.

he didn’t want to speak to anyone, so he just didn’t talk.

he’s suffering from something, you just don’t know what, and whenever you asked him, he shrugged it off with, “i’m just tired.”

“i know, you look really tired, luke, do you need melatonin?”

his teeth grit together, and the taste of nectar in his mouth had disappeared, now it was all just bitter poison, “i need to be left alone.”

“luke—“

“please leave me be.”

if anyone were to ask you now, they’d know you regret leaving that night, not forcing him to speak about it with you. the next night, another camper told you about what luke had done, and you hate the way you don’t feel entirely shocked, not even a little bit, not even at all.

luke castellan had a fig tree branching out in front of him, so many possibilities, so many stories to be told, and yet his fingers wrapped around the only rotten fruit on the whole ripe tree. two thousand years ago, there was a man exactly like luke, one who went by the name judas, and in luke’s complete distaste of the bible and anything to do with it— he found himself undeniably following the same path of the man who betrayed jesus.

“ i desire the things

that will destroy me

in the end ”

— sylvia plath.

it was a bad idea to seek out luke that night, you knew it well, and luke knew it too when he frowned at you almost immediately after seeing you. he was still in the woods, only alone now, closer to the shore, closer to the riper fig that called his name— the one labeled captain.

“why are you here?“ his tone is sharper, harsher, but you don’t shy away.

“why’d you do it?” you watch him visibly swallow at the question, as if he doesn’t want to answer it, even when it’s on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason it would hurt to say out loud.

he bites the bullet, “you know— the gods, they’re awful, don’t you think they deserve this?“

“is that where your heart lies?” the question seems to scorch his skin more than the last, because it’s just a continuous waking to what he’s truly done, how the prophecy haunts him even in his desperate attempts to evade it.

“i’ve suffered enough, because of them, because of him— so yes, that is where it lies.”

“you think your suffering is just a one way street?” you pester, anger bubbling in your veins— this was selfish, entirely selfish, he was never the selfless man you once knew, this wasn’t the luke you knew, “it’s not, it wasn’t— you had the chance, luke, to deprive yourself from it.”

“are you just here to lecture me?” luke’s jaw locks.

“why are you being like this?”

luke’s eyebrow twitches, as if he’s mentally debating saying it out loud, but albeit all odds, his lips part, “why don’t you ask that guy you’ve been hanging out with?”

“what?” it’s hard to realize certain things when you’ve been so focused on one person, you were so caught up on your fears for luke you didn’t even realize that the whole time you were thinking of him, you were blatantly speaking with another man in front of his eyes.

to the trained eye, they’d know you never had any real feelings for the man you spoke with, but luke was too blinded by his own guilt and resentment that he didn’t realize it himself. it was a wild string of miscommunications formed into a single spider’s web, exactly like judas’ betrayal of jesus.

INTERLUDE : JUDAS ISCARIOT ( A STUDY )

judas iscariot is often portrayed as the traitor in the story, fueled by greed and his resentment that jesus has something he never will. in the original story, judas is put in the narrative as satan’s pawn, judas’ fate is already written down, and he has no way of pushing it back. satan selects him from a group as he is weak, easily moved, and satan had possessed him body and soul and lived out his personal purpose through the vessel.

the son of perdition : the one doomed to destruction.

god personally protected all of his other saints from satan, so why not judas? why was judas never enough? was he never righteous enough to be saved? jesus loved him, jesus held his face in his holy hands, and yet he never shielded him.

judas is a pawn, a thief, a coward, and a denier of the lord.

judas, in all fairness, is the spitting image of luke castellan.

“is it ever anybody else, luke?”

as if arrow met skin, luke’s brows furrow together like you’ve hit him.

there’s a pause, a deafening silence.

“i miss you,” you speak again.

luke’s nose crinkles, “uh-huh.”

“i miss you, luke.”

luke castellan is going to hell tonight, he’s going to be scorched in the underworld, so he bites his tongue and he moves in. the kiss is angry, teeth clashing, tongues twisting, lips bruising, but luke wouldn’t want it any other way. he wonders that if, in this kiss, do you forgive him? having been someone praised by the gods, the favored one, did you forgive the one who seemingly betrayed them to most?

the kiss says how could you? and i’m sorry at the exact same time.

his hands are quick to grip on your skin like you were his lifeline, tugging you in closer, and smiling against your lips when you melt into his touch so easily. you knew how cruel of a man he was, all the things he did wrong, all the people he had hurt— and yet you’re easing against him like he’s a saint.

his teeth show his hunger well, nipping at your lip until you hiss and pull away with blood bubbling from a fresh wound. at first, he wants to smile, but he finds some mercy, moving his hand to hold your chin, thumb smudging the blood, “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to, swear.”

you knew he was lying, you knew he wanted to see you bleed, he liked the way your skin trembled under his touch, the way that even when shock dilates your pupils— you don’t want to pull away from him. in fact, something about it is oddly attractive to you, how sick is that.

his other hand grips your waist, fingers curling cruelly, “could i..”

undress you? touch you? luke isn’t sure of the proper words, they sit on the tip of his tongue, but something has him too afraid to say it so bluntly. that’s ironic, considering he didn’t hesitate to steal and lie. luke was still the loser he’s always been, deep down, he’s never known how to actually speak to women.

you knew this well, it was something you always made fun of him for, but now you only smile sweetly at him. “of course, luke.”

luke’s hands are desperate when they move to take off your clothes, quick and ruthless, but still so caring at the same time. it was confusing with luke, everything he did had two different sides that would merge together in an unlikely unison. harsh and gentle, bitter and sweet, mean and kind.

his brows furrow when he dips in, pressing his lips to the skin of your neck, pushing you back into the scratching bark of the tree behind you. adam and eve, right after the bites of the apple offered to them. luke wants to sink his teeth into you, to bite until he draws blood, to devour you whole and call you his.

that’s… normal, right?

he doesn’t care, he’s only focused on the shallow breaths that pass by your lips with every scrape of his teeth on the skin being pulled between his lips. his fingers lead themselves further, dipping below the waistband of your underwear and further until you’re gasping and gripping at his wrist.

“luke.. luke,” you plead, whimpering out for his fingers to have some mercy on your clit— luke ignores you, focused on the pleasure that’s coursing underneath your skin. he memorizes the thump of your pulse against his lips on your neck, the way it speeds up when his fingers dare to graze your entrance. you want it so bad, and it’s taking everything in luke to not be a cocky asshole about it.

he eventually pulls away from your neck to admire his work, “have you always wanted me to touch you like this?”

there’s something so poetic about someone who has betrayed the gods you love the most, ruining you. you truly could be awarded for how much you worshiped them, so unlike to everyone around you. they thought their parents were like anybody else, albeit just a little cooler, but you— you felt like a prophet.

maybe you were, maybe luke was.

maybe when the oracle whispered the prophecy she mentioned the fall of a saint, and the way he tugged another down with him.

you look at him fondly, lips parted and puffy from biting, “always.. please.”

please ; a simple plea, but it makes luke grin like a devil. his eyes follow your hands when you move to undo his belt, tugging at his jeans as if his fingers aren’t making your knees buckle. luke licks his lips, and finally allows you some mercy when his fingers leave your underwear, although you frown from the loss of friction. “i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

luke’s boxers and jeans are falling to the floor in seconds, he stifles a chuckle at your shocked expression to his size, only growing cockier and cockier with each second of this ordeal. it reaches it’s peak when he’s pushing into you, hand on your thigh holding up your leg with ease.

his nose brushes against your cheek, whispering sweet nothings in between faint grunts with each thrust. you’re so pretty, always dreamed of this, better pray the gods aren’t watching. the last comment should piss you off, but it doesn’t, not at all— in fact, it only makes you wetter, the idea that the people you have given everything for are watching you being fucked by someone who despises them.

his free hand moves up to your neck, wrapping around the bruised skin there, and gripping it enough to barely constrict your air flow.

due to the choking, and the force of his thrusts, along with all his taunting words, it doesn’t take long for you to cum on his dick— and he doesn’t last long either.

he finds himself panting against you, slowly pushing out.

“you really should pray for forgiveness.”

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runningfrom2am · 20 days

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cold nights // part thirty

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

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Coryo hadn't seen you in a while, he thought you would be back after going to get water but you never returned. He could only bear Livia and Festus for so long before he couldn't take it anymore, leaving to go look for you.

He's scanning the room for your white dress and your angel wings, the telltale tones of your hair, or any other sign of you when Sejanus walks up, standing next to him. "Looking for your girlfriend?" He asks, leaning close to him to make sure he could be heard in the loud room.

"Do you know where she is?" Coryo asks, not giving him another look.

"Yep." Sejanus nods, lips pressed together in a thin line. "She's in my bedroom bawling her eyes out."

Coryo's head swivels to look at him, eyes wide. "What? What happened?" He frowns, not waiting for Sejanus to answer before he begins striding toward the stairs. "Did someone say something to her?"

"Yeah, you did, actually." Sejanus replies as he follows after him, the bitterness in his tone suddenly obvious to his friend as he stops in his tracks.

"What? No, I-" Coryo stammers, looking down at your friend as he steps in front of him to block his path. "What... what did I do? Did she tell you?"

"Lyssie came and found me, and I went to talk to her. The gist of it is that she's suddenly realizing how you're embarrassed of her."

"What?" Coryo asks again, his anger and confusion shifting into sadness as his eyes soften.

Sejanus shrugs a bit. "That's just what I was told."

"No," Coryo insists. "That's not... That's not what it is, not at all."

"Isn't it?" Your friend asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "That you won't tell anyone, that you're keeping her a secret? That you told people she's nothing more than your tribute? After all this time? I can't think of another reason you would treat her like this."

"Of course you can't!" Coryo spits, anger suddenly returning. "You're so caught up in your rebellious bullshit that you can't think ahead, can you? Sejanus- if anyone finds out they'll crucify her! They'll do the same to me! Our lives will be ruined if that gets out at the wrong time!"

Sejanus rolls his eyes. "Her life, or yours?" He asks. "She'll be sent home. Everyone loves her too much to kill her. The worst case scenario for her is that she gets sent home to live her life as normal- with her family and friends. Happy, back in Twelve. The worst for you is that you'd have to decide whether or not you love her enough to go with her."

Coryo opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it when he finds he doesn't have an adequate response.

"You're taking every extra effort to turn her into everything you are. Forcing her to become me- a District kid who had to leave their life behind for nothing more than the money just so you can have her without people looking at you funny, but have you ever asked her what she actually wants? I didn't have a choice, but Y/N does. You just won't give it to her."

He has never seen Sejanus this angry before.

"You know she had to leave. She didn't have a choice." Coryo says through gritted teeth.

Sejanus shakes his head, laughing dryly. "It's not about that, Coriolanus. That didn't mean she had to pack up her life and never return- she never needed to change who she was, but look at her! She's doing everything she can to fit in with you and your life!"

"I did what we had to do because you never can! You only ever think of yourself! The world doesn't work the way you want it to, and you can't stand it. I get that, but we want the same thing. I just know how to get it. She needs people to listen to her- so we can actually stop the games, do you think they'll listen to her if she doesn't play pretend for a while?"

Sejanus huffs in frustration. "If you're not going to listen to me, fine, but don't do this to her." He shakes his head. "At the very least you could have explained why you were lying to her."

"I've never lied to her!" Her answers impulsively- he's sure he has, but not with the intention to hurt you. Never to hurt you. "Look at what happened when she found out, huh?" Coryo gestures vaguely up the hall. "I'm just trying to protect her. That's all I care about! That's it!"

"If you had just told her that from the beginning she wouldn't be hurting like this. You know that, Coryo."

"Okay, and I'm going to explain right now. So leave me alone." He grumbles, moving to push past Sejanus, who quickly stops him, giving him a knowing look.

"Sejanus, get out of my way."

"No," Sejanus states. "Because you're not the only one who cares about her, and right now, I'm the one protecting her."

Coryo grits his teeth together, breathing heavily as he looks at your friend in the quiet hall, music echoing from seemingly everywhere else in the house. He hates considering that Sejanus could be right.

There's a warm breeze that's serving to keep you cool while you walk through the market, dripping wet from head to toe. Your hair is clinging to the skin of your neck and back, allowing you some freedom from the heat as you hold onto Coryo's hand.

With your clothes soaked and stuck to your skin, you could at least convince yourself that was why people were staring.

"So, how often do you do this?" Coryo asks, unable to help but to laugh as he looks down at you.

"Only during a heat wave." You shrug, already scanning the street for the shops you needed to stop at. You had offered to pick up groceries for your Ma, considering the heat and the walk would have made it difficult. At least you could make it fun, and you would have some company.

"Makes sense." He chuckles. He had to admit, the dampness of his clothes was helpful in keeping him cool. It almost made up for the lack of air conditioning in the District.

"The goal is to get home before we dry off." You explain. "Lennox and I play this game sometimes."

Before he can reply, you're dropping his hand and walking over to one of the stalls.

"Y/N, it's been a while." The woman working states, smiling at you somewhat nervously.

"Yes, well, I'm back to business as usual now." You smile, pulling the empty glass bottle from the bag at your side and holding it out to her. "Or at least tryin' my very best."

"I can see that." She chuckles, shaking her head as she takes the bottle. "No Lennox today?" She asks, preparing to fill it up with milk.

"No ma'am." You smile, shaking your head and digging in your pocket for the change you brought and placing it in front of her on the table. "He's off getting into some kind of trouble, I'm sure."

"Take good care of him, will ya? He's a good kid." She hands the now full bottle back to you with a sealed cap.

"Yes, ma'am." You nod, tucking it back into your bag. "Thank you."

She nods at you and you're on your way down again, Coryo allowing you to pull him along as you grab his hand.

You go stall to stall, picking up everything your mother asked for as your shoulder bag steadily fills and Coryo takes it from you to carry instead. He was much stronger now than he was when you first met him- the Plinth Prize had fed him well in every sense of the word.

You look up as you near the end of the street, surrounded by locals who are talking and shouting all the same. The market on a Saturday always was busy, and today was no exception.

"What is it?" Coryo asks, looking at you as you freeze in the street and a smile steadily grows on your face.

"Listen." You tell him, tuning in on the steady clapping coming from the end of the street. When he puts in a little bit of focus, he can just make out the music.

By the time he does, you're grabbing his hand again and pulling him toward the source of the familiar sounds.

The crowd parts around you when you get close enough, and by now Coryo recognizes the band playing as the Covey. There are people dancing in the street despite the heat, sweating and laughing and having fun. It takes a moment for him to notice you being pulled away by little Maude Ivory, who had set down her hip drum to come dance with you.

The smile on your face was simply unmatched, lighting up the shadows cast by the buildings where the sun couldn't quite reach. You hardly even seem to notice when the people dancing around you cleared away, and it was now just you and the little girl who Coryo speculates didn't even know where you had disappeared to for most of July.

You come to a slow stop as you look around, your smile fading as the music continues.

"Thinkin' you're so fine, thinkin' you could have mine..."

Coryo couldn't just watch this. He was far from a dancer himself, but he'd be damned if he let a bunch of idiots dampen your mood because of something you couldn't control.

"Thinkin' you're in control, thinkin' you'll change me, maybe rearrange me,"

You hardly hear your favourite part of the song you loved as you're focussed on Coryo taking the spot of Maude Ivory who's carrying your bag of shopping and placing it down next to their instrument cases and picking her drum back up.

"Think again if that's your goal!"

The extent of Coryo's dance experience was limited to ballroom, and that showed as he quickly raised your hand to spin you. The sunshine smile that finds its way back onto your face while you twirl around under his hand makes his fears of being a bad dancer disappear in an instant, and others must be feeling the same way as the crowd begins to clap and cheer for the two of you.

It was only another beat before others were dancing again, and someone had taken the liberty of breaking a nearby fire hydrant to spray everyone on the street. Now, your clothes were freshly wet and you didn't stand out so much anymore as Coriolanus took a hold of your waist and dipped you just as the music came to a halt.

He smiled as he looked down at you, frozen in the moment with your wet hair hanging down toward the street and your chest rising and falling quickly. Your eyes were closed, cheeks rosy and flushed, and Coriolanus Snow felt like he was on top of the world.

You wake up in Sejanus's bed in the morning, the satin dress that was part of your costume clinging uncomfortably to your skin under his blankets to accompany the horrible plague of sadness that didn't even give you a moment to breathe. Staring at the ceiling and processing your consciousness, you were disappointed with the memory that presented itself as a dream.

Disappointed in yourself for thinking you could have him, really have him, and foolish for thinking he was actually looking past where you were from. But you had made him a promise that was haunting you.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love; and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

He would not give up who he was, but he claimed to love you. His stance was clear, and now it was your turn. Give up the District, or give up him.

When the buzzer rings signifying there is someone at the door in the afternoon, Coryo is flying to the receiver and praying it's you. "Hello?"

He's extremely disappointed when it's Sejanus Plinth's voice that he hears instead. "I'm here for the cat."

Coryo sighs, knocking the side of his fist against the wall as a quiet way to vent his frustration. "No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Sejanus spits, voice crackling through the speaker. "He's Y/N's cat-"

"I mean, no. I'm not giving you her cat. He lives here. She lives here. She'll come back." Coriolanus interrupts him, and he's met by deafening silence.

"Coryo-" He sighs, and the pity traveling with his tone up through the walls onto the twelfth floor is what sets him off.

"If she wants her damn cat she can come get him herself." The cat in question is purring and brushing up against his leg as he practically shouts into the wall, letting go of the button before scooping Tybalt up and walking back to his room.

He wasn't angry at you, he knew that much. He was angry at the world for forcing him to make the decisions he did- he was angry at Sejanus for not letting him speak to you last night, and more than anything, he was angry at himself.

Coriolanus Snow was never one to admit when he was feeling afraid. He had never been very good with feelings outside of the basics. He knew he loved Tigris, and now you, and he knew anger and frustration like the back of his hand, but fear- fear was a whole new beast. When it came to recognizing and acknowledging it, anyway.

When it came to you, you were everything to him. Since the moment Coryo first laid his eyes on you, you occupied every ounce of his thoughts. You and your astonishing mind, your body, your everything was like a chronic illness that he never wanted to be cured of, an illness that shamelessly followed him around- gnawing at any other area of his brain that wasn't you until you fully dominated his thoughts altogether. He had never craved anything more, no amount of power could ever make him as satisfied as he is when looking at you.

And that is what terrified him. That losing you meant so much more than losing his path to the presidency. As he places Tybalt on his bed and crawls back under the covers with your cat to rot in his own regrets, he realizes he doesn't give the slightest fuck about his future. Not if it doesn't include you.

So why had he done this at all?

You couldn't call home. You wanted to, you were supposed to, but you couldn't talk to your parents. Put on a smile and tell them everything is fine even when you were calling from the Plinth mansion and you hadn't been back at the Snow's in a day. God forbid this is the day Lennox decides to speak to you again- you couldn't lie to him, and he wouldn't be pleased.

When Sejanus comes back to the large homey mansion empty-handed, you couldn't say you were surprised.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. He's holding Tybs hostage." He tells you, attempting a lighthearted joke while he watches you clean up cups and decorations.

"That's alright." You reply quietly. "He's happy there, they're good friends."

"No, he's being childish. He can't leverage your cat against you."

"Well, it doesn't matter much. I will go back tonight." Sej's eyes go wide at your statement.

"You're kidding." Is all he can offer in response as you casually continue to take down decorations, piling them on the coffee table to dispose of all at once.

You shake your head, turning to look at him fully with a reassuring smile. "Yes, it is totally fine. I'll just help clean up before I go."

"No!" Your friend protests. "Are you not angry? He's been lying to you- he's embarrassed of us, is what it seems like to me. That's not fair to you. Not one bit, Y/N."

He had seen your pain last night. Felt it, even, and he knows that even a good night's sleep could not have solved that- but he also knew that you were a preacher of forgiveness and clung to it like a vice. You would forgive Coriolanus whether you really should or not.

"Never anger made good guard for itself."

"Y/N... Please." Sejanus replies, shaking his head at your saddened smile. "Stay here. Just for a couple of days. I am begging you to think about yourself and what you need for once."

You sigh, giving him a slight nod. If you were being totally honest, you did not want to go back yet. You just needed time.

It was such a relief to be able to finally relax, even if it was just for a few days. You lounged around in Sej's spare pyjamas, curled up in his Ma's library while she and her husband were back in District Two on some alleged business that your friend did not care to know much about. It was very much not your concern anyway.

The point of your couple days off was to not care about others, not care about the problems of the world and the mistakes you have made but instead to just enjoy the company of the books stacked high on shelves in the Plinth's mansion.

So far, a dusty book in surprisingly incredible condition had been keeping you company for the better part of the morning. Little Women. It was captivating- far from the love stories that typically drew your attention, but you couldn't tear your nose from between the pages.

You had to, eventually, when you heard your name being shouted by your best friend from downstairs. You tuck an envelope from the table next to you in between the pages and make your way down the long hall, already excited to tell him about what may very well be your new favourite book.

"Sej?" You call out, having lost track of where the voice had come from as you head for the front hall. You were aware he was leaving only to go pick up something for breakfast at a bakery he said was his favourite, one you had never been to, but that had been quite some time ago. As you walk toward the foyer assuming that's where you would find him, you guess there must have been a long lineup. "Sej, I have to tell you about the book I found!"

You couldn't keep your raving in as you round the corner, already flipping once more through the pages in preparation for citing to him some of your favourite parts while you ate breakfast.

You look up when you sense the shadow of more than one person at the door, expecting to see his parents, having returned early from their trip. Instead, your heart stops in your chest. It's Lennox. Rigid, nothing but a backpack slung over his shoulder as he stares at you. You hadn't heard from him in months, despite all your best efforts.

The book in your hand clatters to the floor and before you know it your arms are around your brother's neck, holding onto him for dear life. You hear his bag drop to the ground beside you before his arms are around your waist, firm as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

"When I am from thee every place is distant..." You say into his shirt, gripping the back of it in your hands.

"I missed you too." Lennox mumbles.

"I'm sorry... I am so sorry." You tell him quietly and you feel him shake his head before he pulls back just to look at you.

"Don't you apologize to me." He says strictly. "Don't you dare." The tears pooling on his lash line make yours spill over again. "I'm sorry. I should be sorry."

You hug him again, and now it is your turn to shake your head. "Let's just agree to forgive each other so we can just be happy we're together..."

"Deal." He sniffs, patting your back before letting you go again to pick his bag up off the floor.

"What... what are you doing here?" You ask with a slight laugh, wiping your eyes quickly. "Howdid you get here?"

Your brother nods toward Sejanus, who you now realize was just forced to watch the whole exchange. "Sejanus called the house the other night." He explains. "Said you were havin' a real rough time, so I hopped on the freight car of the peacekeeper's train first thing in the morning."

Which means he would be here for the month- and immediately you couldn't be more relieved or excited.

"Thank you." You nod at him, turning now to give your best friend a hug. "Thank you for doing that..." You whisper and he nods, gently rubbing your back.

"Of course, Y/N/N."

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situations

wanted to challenge myself, since i'm used to only writing for ocs. i thought it'd be fun doing something different with a preexisting character and self insert :3 —

☆ warnings: none, slight nsfw. mostly in language.

☆ premise: possessive felix, farleigh being farleigh

it was difficult being felix catton's best friend. much less, his younger best friend.. which, happened to only be by a year, by the way.

despite this fact, he treated you like a child. as if he was an overprotective college brother, holding control over his high-school sister. except, you both attended college. the. same. one. you were schoolmates, for gods sake.

there was a set of unspoken rules felix expected you to follow. with you both attending oxford, it only made it that much easier for him to watch you.

you could be friends with his friends, but not too close with the guys. you couldn't hook up at parties if he was there. he would make a scene, and bust the poor guys ass. it was aggravating. you were grown, desperate to explore college hookup culture with an itch that needed scratching, and despite how annoying he was, he was sweet. you couldn't just snap at him. just imagining him looking like a kicked puppy enough to scar you for years. and, he did he mean well, really. his execution just sucked.

you took a drag from the joint that hung lazily between your fingers, inhaling the smoke that escaped from your lips. loud music, muffled due to the barrier of doors separating you from the party inside, caused the large house to vibrate. it was late, and the summer air had cooled into a refreshing breeze. something you needed desperately, having felt suffocated from the hot, sweaty bodies that trapped you in.

the door opened and closed, slamming shut with forcefulness that demanded attention. you turned, looking up curiously at the person who interrupted your pity party. there farleigh start stood, in all his 6'5 glory. he quirked a thick eyebrow at you and took a seat next to you on the step, leaning back with a sort of lazy confidence that caused your lips to twitch.

"well, look who it is," the boy drawled sarcastically. "little (L/N)."

"shutup," you groaned, giving him a glare when he plucked the joint from your fingers.

he took a drag himself, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. it was always difficult, with farleigh. you never really knew if he was playing around, teasing, or genuinely being mean-spirited sometimes.

"i'm finding it difficult to understand why the hell you're out there, when the party is in there."

you didn't respond, still pouting over the joint. his lips quirked into an amused grin, and he held it back out to you.

"what? will felix crucify you for joking back or something?"

"ha ha ha." you responded dryly, snatching the joint back. you took one last drag before putting it out, slipping it back in the little case you carried around. "i'm just having a bad night, and i'm not in the mood for your bullying."

"what's up?" he was still leaning back on his elbows, but when you looked at him - really looked at him, you could see a twinkle of concern in his pretty brown eyes. you swallowed, feeling annoyed. pulling your knees towards your chest, you rested your elbow upon them and your head in a hand. "it's embarrassing."

"oh, come on. i'm not going to make it a big deal." you shot him a suspicious look, and farleigh held his hands up in surrender.

"just..it's annoying. not being able to date, and stuff. felix is really overprotective, and it's annoying. and of course, everyone listens to the tall golden boy."

"i see," farleigh tsked. "so, you need to fuck, but felix is preventing that."

you turned your body so you could smack at him, causing him to laugh and grab your wrists. "way to be blunt, dude," you hissed, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"c'mon, it's nothing to be shy about. sex is perfectly natural." your eyes flickered down to his large hands, which swallowed up your wrists. you took a shaky deep breath, but made no move to pull away.

"why am i even having this conversation with y-"

"i can help."

you blinked. "huh?"

"i said, i can help. i'll fuck you. luckily for you, i happen to be the only guy in this preppy ass school who isn't afraid of felix."

you stared at him in surprise, and he simply raised his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk on his lips. "well? you can say no."

"..fine."

you remembered every detail from that night. from the way you felt eyes burning into your back as you and farleigh kissed hungrily, almost devouring each other. from the way the feeling of being watched intensified as you and him left to his room - or, more so, how he dragged you along, and you struggled to keep up. everything was clear in your mind from the moment your lips locked once more in the privacy of his room, the way his hands eagerly but gently undressed you, to after, when you tell asleep on his chest.

that's why, it was difficult for you to understand why he was denying anything had happened. you remembered him saying he wasn't afraid of felix, so, why?

you had woke to pure chaos, alone in farleigh's bed. you rushed to your room to get dressed before heading downstairs, tired eyes falling onto a pissed off felix, and annoyed farleigh. oliver sat quietly, his icy eyes observing the two quietly.

"what the fuck is going on?" you huffed out, almost jumping when felix turned to face you.

"did you and farleigh fuck?"

"w-what? excuse me?"

"oliver said you did. he saw you two leaving together and making out."

you stared in disbelief.

"yes." you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest.

"oliver is a lying, delusional little bastard." farleigh spat, and you shot him a hurt glare.

"yeah, i find it hard to believe you can't keep it in your pants, far," felix shot back, sarcastically.

"i wouldn't fuck her if we were the last two people on earth, felix."

that did it. your face stung with anger, hot and red, your eyes burning with tears. the room was quiet and still, and the irritated furrow in farleigh's brows dropped. he knew he went too far.

"you know what - this is bullshit. im a grown ass woman. so, believe what you want, but i can have sex with whoever the hell i want. you don't own me, and you can't protect me forever."

jaw clenched, you turned on your heel and stormed upstairs, slamming your room door. the old estate shook, but all you could do was throw yourself in bed, and scream into your pillow.

you stayed holed up in your room all day. meals were brought to you, courtesy of duncan and you guessed, venetia, who felt bad and requested it. you only opened your curtains to smoke by the window, attempting to avoid the three as much as possible. you knew you wouldn't be able to stay in there forever, but you needed to calm down. to breathe. you didn't go out to seek them, and they left you alone as well.

it was late when you heard a knock on your room door, and you peeked over the pillow that you buried your face in. you were restless, eyes swollen from crying. how ironic was it that you visited saltburn to celebrate another successful year, to get away from the stress of school, and let go; but, yet, you were more stressed than the exams and studying could have possibly made you.

you didn't answer to whoever was at the door, instead turning away. regardless, whoever it was decided to let themselves in, and you sat up angrily, eyes locking with farleigh's.

"what do you want?"

"i was worried about you."

"great. you see that i'm very much alive, so... bye."

his eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but, surprisingly, he didn't make a snide mark in return. he took a seat next to you, his large body taking up most of the space in your little bed. you scooted away, as if you had been burned, curling into yourself and leaning against the headboard. neither of you said anything. you stared, and he fidgeted with the bracelet that hung loosely on his wrist.

"i thought you weren't afraid of felix." you spoke, your voice cold. he looked up, peeking over at you from beneath his lashes. you suddenly felt angry again. why did he have to be so pretty? and why did he have to look so.. vulnerable?

"i'm not afraid of him. but i'm afraid of losing him." you said nothing. you supposed that was fair.

"but," he continued, his deep voice raspy from yelling earlier. "i should've stood up to him. lets face it, you're an adult. i am, too. plus, oliver is a nosy little shitstarter." you hid your amused smile in your knees.

"you know, i wasn't even all that angry with you. i was hurt. felix and oliver? i was pissed. but, it's just, like.." you took a deep breath when farleigh looked at you, and outstretched your legs.

your hands shook ever so slightly, but you rested them under the backs of your knees. "i really like you. you're always so catty, and sometimes really mean. but i still like you and i don't know why. i mean, i know why," you scratched your cheek awkwardly, your face burning. you avoided looking at him. "i was really happy when you made a move on me last night. but i don't know, when you said what you did today, i felt scared that you just wanted that to be a one time thing."

"baby, i purposely went looking for you," he responded, just as blunt as ever. but, he was gentle. soft. he gingerly gripped your ankles and pulled you closer to him until your butt was flush against his thigh, and propped your legs over his lap. his large hands rested on your legs, rubbing circles into your skin. "it's hard for me to commit, and shit. you've known me for a while, so you know that." you simply hummed. "but, i want to apologize for being a major dick, and make it up to you."

you felt dizzy. sick, almost. resting your head on his broad shoulder, you peered up at him, taking in his pretty features. how annoyingly clear and smooth his skin was, how his lips were naturally pouty.

"and how do you intend to do that?"

"fuck, i'm not a date person, but-" you gave him a look. he swallowed, and gave you a lopsided grin in return. "butttt, i would like to take you out. okay?"

"i thought you were supposed to be making it up to me."

"yeah?"

you looked at him expectantly, and his head fell back into the wall behind him. groaning softly, he closed his eyes, his smile widening. "god, okay. please?"

"please what?"

"please, go out with me."

you hummed, pretending to think, and plucked faux lint from his shirt. he narrowed his eyes at you, squeezing your calves roughly. "c'mon."

"okay, okay. i guess i could, since i'm free and all."

"you'd be free, anyway. i'd have you make time for me."

with a toothy grin, you scooted closer and closer until you could throw yourself over your lap, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. his hands found their rightful place on your hips, before slipping down to grip your ass.

"farleigh start, you are spoiled."

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feelbokkie · 4 months

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Chapter 1

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of food, humor as a coping mechanism

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

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word count: 1,254

screenshot count: 14

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"Hey, Lix, when you're doing fucking around, do you think you could haul ass The Meridian and heal me? If it's not too much of a bother to do your job." You groan as you take more damage. You turn and try to take out the other team's tanks as fast as you can, but you're being flanked by two of their damages. You'd take out their damages too, only you have no idea where they are.

"How did you get all the way on the other side of the map?" He panics.

"I thought you were following me since you're supposed to be pocketing me."

"You fucking ran off without telling me. Do you want me to read your mind?"

"That'd be great." You laugh, "Just get over here. And be careful. The other team's tanks and damages are still around." You keep an eye on your health bar as you keep your back against the wall, not allowing yourself to get ambushed again.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you suck at damage? I just healed you not that long ago."

"Did you not hear me screaming that I was getting ambushed?"

"You're always screaming. I've learned to tune you out."

"Chat, did you hear me screaming for help?" You quickly look over to the monitor where you're stream is. "See? Chat heard me. You're just a shit support."

"Maybe you should be support next game." He mutters.

"Why? Because I'm a girl?" You tease.

"No! Are you trying to get me canceled?"

"Aw, Lixie, you don't need my help with that. Just keep talking and you'll get yourself canceled in no time."

"I hate you,"

"That's not what you were saying earlier. Chat, Felix proposed to me earlier because I sent him food."

"Y/n, shut up!"

Your eyes shift over to the monitor on your left that's displaying Felix's stream. His face is noticeably redder than it was before. His dyed blond hair is in a messy ponytail. His freckles perfectly scattered across his cheekbone and nose. You remember how he used to cover his freckles with makeup when he first started streaming. You don't remember when he stopped, but you're glad he did. It may be hypocritical coming from you, you don't even stream with your camera on. Even if you did, you can't use makeup to fix what's wrong with your face like he can. People aren't going to find you cute or hot because of the scars on your face. For that, you're kind of envious of Felix. What he considers to be flaws are actually blessings while for you, your flaws are just that. Felix gets praised for showing his bare face while you'd be crucified for showing yours in general.

"Y/n!"

Your eyes shift back to the game, just in time to see the bright red "Defeat" pop up on the screen.

"They walked right to you. Are you fucking blind?" You watch as Felix puts his head in his hands.

"Yeah, in one eye, actually. Chat, Felix is an ableist."

"Don't you start. Chat, Y/n is being manipulative."

You laugh, reading all the comments from your chat shipping you and Felix. It used to give you anxiety, all the comments. You'd stay up late at night, stressing about them. You used to think that it was impossible for Felix to have any sort of feelings for you. He's never even seen you. Any time you've ever chatted on call, your camera stayed off. And even if he did, you knew that one look at you and any romantic feeling he had would just, dissipate.

"Pharmercy again?" Felix asks after taking a sip of the coffee you ordered him earlier.

It's more chocolate milk than it is coffee. You know how much he hates the bitter taste so you ordered one loaded with chocolate so he would drink it. It's still healthier than the energy drinks he's been drinking since yesterday.

"Yeah, but only one more match. I'm starting to get tired."

"Imagine being tired."

"You only have an hour left of the marathon."

"Stay up with me? Please? It's only an hour." You turn to Felix's stream just in time to catch him sticking his lower lip out.

"Hm, yeah okay. But you're going to owe me." You sigh, leaning back into your chair.

"I can live with that." You don't have to look at his screen to know that he's smirking right now. You can already tell that the two of you are going to be trending later.

***

The two of you successfully play through 2 rounds with your team. Felix working well as your support while you two sit on the front line. It's the calmest you've been all day. Inuyasha, your service dog, has been hovering around you all day. A few times, he's had to paw at you to warn you of an oncoming attack. But now, despite your yelling, he's calmly resting by your bed.

"Shit," you hear Felix mutter under his breath.

"What?" You ask, looking at his screen. Nothing is going on that should warrant that reaction from him.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Felix says sheepishly.

"Then go,"

"We're in the middle of a match!"

"Love your priorities, Lix."

"I'm trying to think whose home. Oh!" You quickly take out an enemy as you you watch Felix fiddle with his phone.

"What?" You hear an unfamiliar voice whine.

"I need a favor. A really big favor. And quick."

"Aren't you in your room? I thought I heard you screaming."

"I am, just come here quick. I need you to take over for me for 10--20 minutes tops."

"Your stream? No way!"

"Han, I am begging you. I will give you anything you want. Just, please. I'm in the middle of a match and I can't forfeit."

"How much?"

"Name your price later. Just get your ass to my room,"

"Okay, okay,"

A few minutes later you hear Felix's door open. Too focused on the game, you don't look at his screen to see who. You try not to take too much damage while Felix is distracted.

"Hey, you didn't tell me you were playing a game. I'm out,"

"Han, it'll be easy. Y/n will talk you through it. Just--please? I really have to go to the bathroom." Felix pleads.

"Fine,"

"Oh thank god! Chat, Y/n, this is my roommate, Han. He's going to take over for me while I...drop the kids off at the pool." Felix says quickly before he runs off the screen.

"That's disgusting." His roommate mutters.

"Literally could have just said he had to use the bathroom." You whine.

You glance over to Felix's stream to find a brown-haired man you've never seen before in Felix's spot. His features are soft and warm. His eyes are wide, almost as big as his cheeks, as he stares at the screen.

"Hello everyone, I'm Felix's roommate, Han. I'm a musician, not a gamer so bear with me." He says calmly.

"Lix is barely a gamer so your skill level should be about equal." You joke, trying to calm yourself down. If Inuyasha was awake, you know he'd be pawing at your leg to tell you to calm down.

"Fuck that scared me," Han says quietly as his eyes scan the screen.

"Sorry. I'm Y/n, I'm one of Lix's friends." You explain.

"Ah, okay. Nice to meet you Y/n. Please take good care of me."

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Buy me a coffee?

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olenvasynyt · 12 days

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I don’t listen to Taylor Swift but here’s my analysis of Guilty As Sin? being Elucien coded

I am not saying SJM posting this song on her story is a sign that Elucien is endgame or that Elain’s book is next, this is just my interpretation of a song and it is not based in fact! I also don’t know TS lore or her dating history, I only know about the football guy, and Matty Healy because I’m ex-The 1975 fan

Drownin' in the Blue Nile He sent me "Downtown Lights" I hadn't heard it in a while

Downtown Lights by The Blue Nile is one of Matty Healy’s favorite songs and a verse from that song is this:

“Sometimes I walk away When all I really wanna do Is love and hold you right There is just one thing I can say Nobody loves you this way It’s alright”

If I were to relate this to ACOTAR, this is reminiscent of the stairs moment when Lucien is leaving to find Vassa and an army and we can see this longing and affection for Elain but he walks away. Sometimes I walk away when all I really wanna do it love and hold you right. I think we are going to see her POV of that moment and I feel like it is going to be very prevalent in Elain’s book because Elain takes a half-step. What does that half step mean?

My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry? I dream of crackin' locks

This could be about how Elain is being kept in a box in the Night Court, about how she might have been trying to love it before but she wants to get out, it’s not the right place for her. She does not fit in the Night Court, we see this when she wears black and it sucks the life out of her.

Crashin' into him tonight, he's a paradox I'm seeing visions Am I bad or mad or wise?

Elain sees visions. And people also suspect that she could be seeing visions of Lucien.

What if he's written "Mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Mine is a song by The 1975 and this song is about commitment and questioning what’s right and having this assurance that love is right.

Looking back on 2009 When people said that it was raining all the time I see sunshine 'cause I know that you are mine

“No, we saw rain, you guys weren’t right for each other, but he still sees sunshine, because I know that you are mine.” This also reminds me of when Lucien says in his head “I am yours and you are mine”.

I'm slippin', fallin' back into the hedge maze Oh, what a way to die

This could be about Elain struggling to navigate her thoughts and the visions she is probably still having but pushing down. She might be better at controlling them but her control is slipping.

I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trips Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin? I keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault

Again, as I and many people talked about before, Elain could be having feelings of attraction and affection towards Lucien, her mate, but she is shoving it down.

We've already done it in my head, if it's make-believe Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

People often headcanon that Elain is having sexual feelings and maybe even sexual visions of Lucien.

And the vow is the vow of accepting the mating bond and she feels guilty of that.

My bed sheets are ablaze I've screamed his name Buildin' up like waves crashin' over my grave Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

Again, we get this idea that Elain could be having attraction towards Lucien. And we got fire imagery too!

What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

It’s people saying “you guys are wrong for each other. You are wrong, you guys don’t fit together”. We see this with Feyre questioning why her and Lucien are mates, Nesta yelling at Lucien, saying “we’ll decide what she needs”. A lot of people don’t think Elucien are right for each other but Elain could be thinking “we are right” but she is too influenced by other people’s opinions that she doubts herself. “But what if she chooses him? What if she rolls the stone away, officially bringing to life the feelings she could have for Lucien?

They don’t know how you have been haunting me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

Lucien has been haunting her, and Elain decides to choose him.

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rhadamanthes · 2 months

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In the silvery moolight. Sukuna x reader

word count : 2.4k

warnings: mirror sex ,bitting, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, cum swallowing, established relationship.

Part 2

Moving boxes upstairs, unpacking, doing it all over again. This is the summary of your day, to say that you're exhausted is an understatement. The hot water falling down on your body does a good job at easing your muscles but it makes you sleepy too. Stepping out of the shower you notice you haven't brought your towel. You sight a good night of sleep sounds heavenly right now.

"Sukuna! Can I have a towel please!" you yell through the door starting to shiver as the cold air hits your still damp skin.

The door bursts open revealing your boyfriend with a tired scowl on his face. You internally slap yourself for asking him knowing that he was probably busy assembling furniture somewhere else. He takes a few step draps the towel around your body and starts rubbing your back vigorously. You hum at the sensation and soon enough you feel his head curl in your neck. A deep sigh escapes his mouth and you let your hand trace the tattoos on his back in an attempt to sooth him. You hear a few groan and feel his weight leaning on you more and more proving that he is in fact relaxing.

Moving apartments to live with Sukuna was the easiest decision of your life but it also made you realise how much stuff you accumulate through the years. He's been doing all the handy work and almost crucified you in your seat when you suggested to hire movers so he doesn't get too tired so seeing him like that makes you laugh a bit thinking that it could have been different.

"I have never seen you like that before" you say, chuckling a bit. As a response, Sukuna bites on your neck, hard. You squeal trying to get out of his grasp before he slaps your ass and take a step back to look you in the eyes

``I'm done with the bed get in '' You let out an excited cry as though sleeping on a mattress and not on the cold floor.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" you say covering his face with kisses, running off excitedly to your shared bedroom.

You turn around when you don't hear him follow you and he is now shirtless. You can't help but stare at his defined upper body and the tattoos that adorned it. You want to trace them with your finger, your tongue to bite them. It's been such a long time since you two have been intimate with all the moving process and you realise now how much you miss it.

Before you can process any more thought, Sukuna throws his pants at you with a teasing smirk on his face "We're done for today go to sleep".

By the time Sukuna is done showering you're in bed half seated, looking around the room thinking about how you could arrange it to make it look nice and relaxing.

For now the bed is in the middle of the room as you stacked all of the boxes that need to be emptied next to the walls so Sukuna can properly build the furniture. The only piece of decoration is a mirror that you bought recently at a flea market. It's huge, adorned with gold and almost as tall as your boyfriend ; that's why it's unpacked you're staring at yourself through it right now. Even from a distance you notice the growing eye bag and sigh.

"I thought i said we were done for today" Sukuna says, patting his hair dry "Lay down" His stern tone makes you all giddy but you oblige, putting the cover up to your nose you lay on your side facing him. You're occupying the left side so naturally, the right side is his.

Both under the cover you're facing each other not saying a word but smiling. The tired look he wore before seems to have eased a bit. To see him like that makes you happy knowing that you would for hopefully a very long time. you press your lips against his biting lips slightly.

"Good night boyfriend" you say tracing the tattoos on his face. He turns you around abruptly holding you close to his chest.

"Good night doll" he says, squeezing firmly your breasts. And just like that you fall asleep following the rhythm of his breath.

Your eyes open after what feels like a very light night of sleep. You check your phone for the time 3:29 you sigh. It explains the tiredness, you look at the window. The moonlight gives the room a soft light.Your stomach growling brings you back at why you're awake at such an hour despite being so tired.

The feeling is growing by the second and it gets you wide awake. You can feel your boyfriend's arms around your body. You try to wiggle out of it but he only holds you tighter.

" Sukuna let go please " you whisper he only growls in response. You tap his arms lightly to make him untangle it but he won't budge. "No" he simply states.

"I'm hungry, I'm just going to make something quick" you start to get frustrated. You feel his chest move in a silent laugh behind your back.

"Fridge empty" he simply adds. The asshole still got the nerve to laugh at you half asleep, you angrily push his arm off your body but before you can get out of bed you feel his chest press against your back pinning you to the bed.

Your breath is saccaded due to the fact that he is on top of you crushing you with his weight. You open your eyes and see your reflection in the mirror. He is already looking at you, a cold gaze while both arms cage you against the mattress his nose pressed against your hair . He looks like a cat who caught his prey you gulp at the thought. He has always overpowered you in terms of physical strength but seeing him like that makes you feel some type of way, heat pool at your panties.

"Let me go" you whisper barely audible but he is so close you know he heard you.

Sukuna let his hand go to your hair pulling them in a ponytail passing the lock from one hand to another, his chest vibrating with a deep growl against your back. You hum, closing your eyes at the new proximity. It's been a while that you haven't felt him like that, his whole attention is on you, the tension he applies on your scalp makes you dizzy with need and you can already feel your panties getting wet. He sticks your head to the left side pressing his cheeks against your own

"Open your eyes, look." you oblige, his red orbs instantly catches yours. he push your cheek with his own

"Are you hungry baby" he asks in a disgustingly sweet voice "Yes" you cut short at his little game "Can't it wait tomorrow" he adds grinding his hips against your own never losing the eye contact "No" you respond dryly

"I'm sure it can, to me it look like your hungry for something else hum ?" he coos in your ear.

Even though you're mad at him right now you know that he is right, the turmoil in your belly is what made you wake up but now that he is on top of you whispering in your ears your hunger has moved to your lower belly.

"Right ? Look at you baby you've been deprived for so long I can't even blame you" Cheek still pressed against yours he whisper sweetly caressing your shoulder with his free hand,you shiver at his touch "I'm sorry Sukuna"he shushes you pressing a kiss on your cheek "I'm going to take care of you baby I should have a long time ago"

Taking off his body from yours he rests on his calf now you miss the heat his body provided. before you can complain he lifts your shirt to uncover your panties and he chuckles

"Would you look at that ? Slutty girlfirend wearing lace underwear in the course of a busy moving I'm starting to think that you planned this" his comment makes heat rise to your cheek as you bury your head in the pillow to avoid his gaze. He spanks your bottom "Don't shy out now i want your eyes on me at all time do you understand?" "Yes I do," you answer in a small voice.

Sukuna makes quick work of your underwear and shirt leaving you naked facing the mirror. He positions you on all four pushing your head against the mattress in a way you still can watch him. He spreads your asscheeks running his finger up and down your slit before spitting on it, you flinch at the contact earning a laugh from your lover. You roll your eyes at his antics. Soon his fingers find their way inside your cunt you gasp at the sudden intrusion but relax when you feel the in and out motion of his digits. You start to throw your hips back to meet his thrust eager to feel more.

The image the mirror is displaying is sinful. Both of your bodies are in the light of the moon so you can clearly distinguish the black marks on your boyfriend's body, his brows are knitted eyes travelling between your face and your pussy to admire each of your reactions. He knows your body perfectly and the way he curls his finger has you building up your orgasm quickly. Before you can feel any release he pulls them out, your eyes go wide as you're searching for his eyes in the mirror. You turn around facing him

"Why did you stop i was so close" you cry reaching for his hand, he dirges it to his crotch

"I'm going to come in my pants like an teenager if i don't fuck you right now" you hear the urgence in his voice. The past few weeks must have been frustrating for him too. You capture his lips in a heated kiss to show that you understand before resuming your position.

Sukuna pulls his underwear down eagerly before stroking his cock a few times. You wiggle your ass to gain his interest again, being finally second away from what you've been wanting for weeks. Getting the memo he grabs your side firmly locking his lustful gaze with yours one more time. You both let out a filthy moan when he enters your pussy, it's just the tip and it makes your whole body buzz needing more. He gradually buries his length inside of you making your eyes roll in the back of your head. It's been so long, the stretch makes you feel alive again.Sukuna starts to thrust in and out of you, tightening his grip on your hips .

The empty room echoes with moan grunts and the wet sound of your bodies meeting you feel so slutty right now creaming on Sukuna's cock while you should probably get some rest but the sensation is too good you bury your head in the pillow to muffle your cries. Sukuna's body leans on top of you when he grabs your hair to pull you from the covers. you meet his eyes through the mirror one more time"Say my name baby let them know who you belong to" the tears well up in your eyes at his request.You extend your hands in front of you gripping the sheets. `` Sukuna" you pant "Can't hear you baby" he grunt in your neck "Sukuna! fuck" you moan at his hard thrust "Feel so good" you cry. the tears fall freely from your eyes blurring your vision. You're on edge overwhelmed by what you see and what you feel.

Pulling harder on your hair Sukuna positions you on top of him as he rests on his butt. Bitting on your neck and playing with your tits his head rests just above your shoulder to look at the sweet torture he's inflicting you. By now your fucked dumb on his cock you head resting agaisnt his as you don't have the strenght to hold it on your own. Slick is running down your inner thigh and the new added pleasure he grants you by playing with your chest has you muttering incoherent moans out loud. It gets worse when one of his hands travels south to your mound rubbing at your clit; it feels like an electric shock as he starts bouncing you on his cock again. It only takes a few strokes for your body to spasm against his finally consumed by the pleasure. But he doesn't stop there moving your body up and down like a ragdoll, searching for his own release. His grunts get louder, his thrust sloppier, you know his close.

Suddenly you feel the mattress against your back opening your eyes you see Sukuna thighs encasing your face as he stroke is cock above your head knowing what he is thinking about you open your mouth. His breath is erratic but you still catch the "good girl" he mutters at your obedience.The stream of his cum fill your mouth and you swallow it whole licking your lips when you're done, the taste is gross but it feels weirdly satisfying at the moment. Sukuna breathing is back to normal he caress your cheek a tender gaze directed to you

"This will get you through the night hm ? A dirty midnight snack for my dirty girl" he coos. You lean into his touch kissing his palm

"Thank you Sukuna '' your eyes are getting heavy by the second you finally close them. You hear the sheets ruffles and the cover being pulled over your body. You let out a satisfied hum when the warm body of your boyfriend presses against yours.

The next morning you're on your way out to buy some groceries, closing the door and walking down the hallway when you come face to face with a neighbor, he is tall with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. You notice a scar adorning the corner of his mouth. A playful grin appears on his face when he notices you greet him not knowing if you should introduce yourself. You notice his eyes lingering on your neck when you realise that it's probably littered with bite marks, you gasp in embarrassment rushing to the stairs. You hear a deep from where you left the mischievous neighbour.

#anime smut #jjk #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #smut #sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader smut

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therobotmonster · 1 month

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What do you say to the one who killed Ceasar?

Corruption? Infighting? Communications breakdowns?

That aint' how it happened and that ain't how it is.

Pass me a sarsaparilla and I'll tell you how it happened and how it is.

After stamping westward like the vicious cattle they carried as their symbol, Caesar's Legion found New Vegas their downfall. Their martial prowess and seemingly endless numbers found in that place their nemesis, in the classical sense.

They found the Courier.

They didn't know what they found at first. The initial wound was shocking but not unthinkable. Vulpes Inculta went out to make an example of a local settlement called Nipton and never came back. The scouts that went looking for him found a their staging camp slaughtered. Landmines had been put in their sleeping bags. Their watchman was found in pieces.

Every scrap of clothing and equipment was gone. So it was chalked up to raiders. Patrols increased and the Legion moved on.

The loss of Vulpes Inculta's forces was a tiny cut, but a tiny cut can kill if infection sets in. The slaves at Cottonwood cove escaped, though no one could explain how. The Great Khans turned on Ceasar's Legion, somehow seeing through the Legion's plan for them. The prison break that kept the NCR off-balance just... stopped.

Weeks later, the forces at Cottonwood Cove sickened. By the time they found out their camp was contaminated with nuclear waste they were already dead. Their abhorrence of technology meant they had neither the Geiger counters nor the radaway to save themselves.

Prepared caravaners found Aurelius of Phoenix's wasted corpse, bald, covered in radiation burns, withered to a radioactive husk. He was staring up at one of the locals he'd ordered crucified. On his desk was a note saying "I did this. Signed, the Courier. XXXOOO" right next to a pile of human waste with Aurelius's helmet on it.

Enraged, Edward Sallow, the man calling himself Caesar, sent his assassins after the Courier. A squad of four, his second finest men. Then his finest four men. Then his third finest, and his forth. He'd sent his fifth squad before the one of them, the second batch, was found. They were stripped naked, their sun-baked corpses posed humiliatingly in acts of mock-coitus.

The scouts reported dutifully that the squad leader was found sitting atop his own head. The scouts didn't think their commanders needed to know how far down he was sitting.

Sallow watched the reports come in as this phantom cut through his men not with ruthless efficiency, but what appeared to be intentional ruthless inefficiency. The Courier wandered lazily from Legion outpost to Legion outpost without regard to strategy. The NCR would fight with a plan that could be anticipated. They wanted territory, they wanted resources.

As far as Sallow could tell, the Courier just wanted him to suffer.

Nelson's occupation ended in a hail of molotov cocktails and sniper fire. The plot to destroy the monorail ended on the knuckles of a Brotherhood scribe's power fist. As to Dry Wells, and the massive Legion Reinforcements there?

The mushroom cloud rendered a scouts' report moot.

No one really believed that Sallow was stupid enough to invite the courier to his camp. According to the legend, however, that's what he did, thinking he could sway the Courier to his own side with promises of power and wealth.

The legend goes on that the Courier and a vengeful NCR ranger walked in through the gates as welcome guests, only to murder the forces there to the last man. Sallow died, they say, begging. The Courier butchered him with his honor guard's machete, just like the livestock he chose as his symbol.

Sallow, it seems, had been right about what the Courier wanted.

That's pure myth-making, of course. The idea that an itinerant hero hopped up on chems and a vengeful NCR sniper could kill their way through an entire, alerted camp on their own is absurd, power armor or not. It was an obvious coup by Legate Lannius that he blamed on the Courier. It did him little good, as he ruled the Legion for mere weeks before the second battle of Hoover Dam.

Barely literate raiders in football pads and machetes do not fare well against against Vertibirds and Securitrons, it turns out.

They say that it ended there. With the heads chopped off the proverbial brahmin, the Legion crumbled from a collapse of leadership and operational control, with rival raiders, the NCR, and slave uprisings killing their 'empire' via a thousand cuts. That's the official story.

That's a bigger pile of crap than the one on the Aurelius's desk. The cut that killed the Legion was Nipton and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. The few survivors of the Legion's Hoover Dam forces thought the Courier would stay in their neon kingdom.

They did not.

They marched East, the Courier and their warriors: Arcade Ganon the Doctor of the Apocalypse, Lily the Nightkin who they call Shadow of Death, the Ghoul Gunslinger Raul who never misses, the Sniper Boone who never forgives, Veronica the fallen scribe, and Rose Cassidy? She's just plain ornery. They marched with a squad of twenty Securitrons at their back and an army of silent, deadly ghosts.

They marched through Arizona, severing Pheonix from settlement after settlement, starving the great bull before descending upon it. When Pheonix fell, they didn't stop. I know because that's how I'm free today. I know how Ceasar's Legion died. I saw one of its deaths with my own eyes in my own village.

When each Legion settlement falls, as the red-bull banners burn atop the naked corpses of those legionaries who make the same mistake Vulpes Inculta made so long ago and far away, the captured slavers that call themselves an empire are gathered in a line leading to the Courier's tent.

Each one is brought, in turn, to the Courier. They stand, a growling half-robot dog at their left hand, a laser-wielding eyebot at their right, as the ex-legionary is commanded to kneel. They obey, as the command comes from behind them. There stands Boone, a gun once belonging to Joshua Graham in his right hand.

There's a moment of silence. Just as the first beads of sweat begin to roll down the prisoner's face, the courier pulls up not a machete, nor a gun, but a simple wooden sign.

"Say it." The courier says-

-and listens for the wrong answer.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fanfic #the courier #caesar's legion #tales of revenge #vulpes inculta #you wanted me to tell people what happened there #unreliable narrator

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chaoticbardlady99 · 6 months

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What about an astarion fic with a masc reader? I rarely see them, and I need it! He has me on my knees, honestly.

One of Your Girls (Astarion x M! Reader) MDNI 18+

Title inspired by the song “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan

CW: Smut, fluff, dom! Reader, sub! Astarion, mentions of sexual trauma

Author Note- I wasn’t able to find a video with Astarion’s proposition that wasn’t translated from Greek so I had to try to recreate the scene from memory (I don’t need my boyfriend asking to read my smut- he wants to, I’m not fond of the idea, ya know how it is).

I have also noticed that there is not a lot of Masculine Reader x Astarion fics. I want to reiterate that I am a woman, so if you are a male and you read this fic, please let me know what you like about the content and maybe give me pointers on male behavior if you feel I’m off (please remember to be kind, I just want to learn, not be crucified).

Astarion stands at the entrance of his tent- impatiently tapping his foot against the ground as some pink-hair tiefling attempts to flirt with him. His instincts say stop being distracted. Focus on the very obviously interested woman in front of him, but he just can’t.

He had spent the last two weeks since he had met you trying to get you into his bed. However, he had never met someone more dense in his life.

He flirts with you constantly, he sees the blush color on your cheeks when he does. He sees how you try not to sneak glances at him when he decides to join you at the river to clean off. He sees your interest in him when you talk, in the way your eyes shine when he makes you laugh.

While Astarion was almost certain that everyone in camp adored you and practically drooled everytime you walked by- he had really felt like he had secured his spot in your bed. Secured your protection.

Yet here he is- drinking shitty wine, being talked at by some girl, and watching you talk to everyone else, but him.

He sneaks glances at you while pretending to be interested in whatever the woman is saying. He takes in all the details of your face- a soft smile pulls on his lip as he watches you erupt in laughter. The tiefling talking to him huffs and says something to him. She must have wisened up eventually because he suddenly doesn’t hear her incessant chattering in his ears.

You wander around camp- all 6’2 and 230 lbs of you. Your body is chorded with strong muscles and littered in scars- the majority hidden away by your clothing.

You unceremoniously stomp around camp, talking and laughing with your other companions. You catch him staring and flash him one of your brilliant smiles. He watches as you take three massive gulps from your wine glass.

For a Barbarian, you are quite charming in your own oblivious way. You are funny, brave, and morally gray. Your general disposition is magnetic- you could (and did) convince a Gnoll to eat itself. You are impulsive and quick to jump into battle which infuriates Astarion, but you always stand right next to his side- making sure that no harm will come to him. Sometimes, to your own detriment! How have you not asked to get into his bed!?

You turn to who you are talking to, say something, and begin walking towards Astarion. Astarion envies the way you walk- head held high, confident, but with a genuine smile on your face. You aren’t confident in a narcissistic, pompous way. You are confident in a humble way. You don’t let your ego lead your life. People like you and want to fight for you. He could never be anywhere close to the man you are, but that is why he needs you. You can convince the others to protect him when the time comes.

You stop in front of him. He pours more wine in your glass as you hold it out to him. You take a sip and he watches as you look at him. He sees the confidence you have waiver slightly.

Strange.

You step closer to him and take his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. Astarion exhales sharply and you go to jerk your hand back, an apology on your lips when Astarion grabs your hand. While the act of intimacy had surprised him, it certainly wasn’t uninvited. He would never admit it, but your touch lights him on fire in a way he has never experienced before. You look at your intertwined hands and blush. Astarion fights back a satisfied grin.

So maybe I’m not wrong, maybe you are interested.

Astarion smirks at you as he watches the pleased blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sooooooo,” you say with a slight slur, “are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

Astarion scowls and rolls his eyes, “you know I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives and now that I’m here,” he pauses to take a drink, his tongue sticking out in disgust, “I hate it. This is awful. I would have liked more for my troubles than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes and a throaty chuckle comes out of your mouth.

“Well at least it’s a celebration,” you sigh, “I am grateful to have something to celebrate for- even though the wine is truly terrible.”

“I was just hoping to be more…. Entertained.”

“True, the goblin’s probably would have thrown a much more wild party,” you quip.

“Well, we could create our own entertainment…” Astarion says while watching your reaction.

You stare at him quizzically, “Like play a game?”

Astarion had to fight the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

Astarion pulls together his composure for a smile before he says, “No darling, I mean sex.”

You stare at him wide eyed and Astarion is wondering if he read the situation wrong. Then you move forward, sliding your hand up his jaw, into his hair, gently pulling it. Astarion gasps as you press your mouth against his, your tongue gliding across his bottom lip before you pull it in with your teeth. You pull back, your grip on his hair loosening and you look into his eyes with a confident smirk.

You put your mouth against his ear and whisper, “like that?”

Astarion nods- if he needed air, it would have been knocked out of him. Your lips on his were electrifying.

“Let’s find each other when everyone goes to sleep,” he says while looking up at you with hooded eyes.

Your grin gets even wider, “Gods, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Astarion feels you lift him up and wrap him around your hips- his back colliding with the tree. Your lips are on his hungrily, needy, but with restraint as he feels your erection grow. Astarion makes quick work of your shirt and begins to move to the laces of your pants.

You palm him through his pants and he gasps against your lips. After your pants are off, you and Astarion work on his. When they are off, he throws them unceremoniously. You smile nervously at him.

“I’m not very good at the whole, removing clothes thing,” you say with a breathy chuckle as you kiss down his neck, wrapping your hand around his hard cock.

Astarion moans and growls, putting his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve noticed. I’ve only been trying to seduce you for the last two weeks,” he manages to gasp out.

“Well then,” you say with a lustful grin, “let me reward you for waiting so patiently.”

You set him down on his back and begin to kiss along his neck and down his body. One of your fingers glides into him and he stifles a moan. You put your mouth around the head of his cock as you pump your finger and then add another. Your mouth moves up and down- your rough tongue applying pressure in all the right places. He cums into your mouth while looking at you.

It feels good, but Astarion is desperately trying not to dissociate. Yes, to an extent this feels significantly different and maybe even makes him feel happy? It just doesn’t erase two hundred years of being degraded and used.

He feels your mouth leave his cock and your fingers aren’t inside him anymore. You don’t go to kiss him. He looks at you with confusion. You stare back in concern.

“Astarion,” you start, “ if you aren’t into this… we don’t ne-”

Astarion panics and grips your hair, pulling you towards him before crashing his lips against yours. You pull away to ask him again, but he beats you to it. He will not lose his protection- his only hope of freedom.

“Of course I want this, “ he hisses against your lips, puncturing your lower lips with his fangs, “I just need you inside me already, darling.”

You still look unconvinced when he wraps his hand around your cock, stroking it. Your gasp sounds like music to his ears- the concern in your eyes fades and becomes replaced with lust. You kiss him hard on the mouth before you flip him on his stomach. Astarion gets up on all fours.

Saved it.

You pump yourself- using the precum as lubricant. Astarion feels you press into his entrance slowly before slipping inside of him. He moans as he hears you release a quiet hiss.

“Hells, “ you moan, tangling his hair in your fingers as you slowly rock your hips, “you feel so fucking good. Are you going to be good for me?”

When he nods, you pull out and slam into him. Astarion cries out in pleasure as you hit that perfect spot inside of him.

“I said, “ you growl, “are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, tears pricking his eyes as you fill him up. You feel absolutely perfect inside of him.

That was all you needed before you began to pound in and out of him- your hand snaking around his waist, jerking him off as you praise him for being so good for you.

Astarion is a moaning, screaming mess around and underneath you. He has never had anyone pay so much attention to his pleasure and as his second orgasm of the night rips through him, he feels you reach your release inside him. You collapse on top of him, using your arms to prop yourself up as you kiss his shoulders and his neck before rolling over, pulling him close to you.

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He feels you begin to relax into sleep with your arms around him.

“Will you stay?”

He hears you say quietly- the confidence in your voice not there. He turns around in your arms and looks at your hopeful, nervous face. He smiles, the look on your face snapping him out of the trance he was in. Astarion nods and presses a chaste kiss on your mouth before turning around again.

Once Astarion is sure you have fallen asleep, he fights back the urge to cry. He knows it’s different- being with you felt like nothing he has ever experienced before, but he still couldn’t shake the tainted feeling in his chest as you held him close. Not because he doesn’t want to stay here in your arms, but because the reminder that all he was created for was sex; suddenly became too heavy of a burden to bear.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x you #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion acunin #bg3 #tav #astarion x m! reader

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sparklecryptid · 2 months

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Derived from an idea that just came to me.

If a Lucis Caelum (or anyone else, really) uses too much magic and dies by burning up into ash and ember, consider Lucis Caelum’s who fail to do so crystallizing. Creating curatives, talismans, flasks, beacons, etc takes the edge off of magic build-up, but if you don’t for a while or can’t…

Was wondering about Ardyn and Ace in a situation like that, and one - or both - of them dealing with it or the aftermath.

Ardyn, because he spent two millennia chained away and literally crucified. Ace, because he is trying to not out himself as an LC.

It happens gradually. The slow crystallization of Ace’s skin isn’t something he notices until he looks down one day and sees the lightning fractal scars that run down his left arm shimmering lilac in the light of his kitchen. The crystals forming on his skin are small, easy to over look and mistake for some sort of cosmetic.

Ace begins to wear long sleeves anyway.

It won’t stop Nyx from finding out, but it will give Ace time to figure out how to tell Nyx what is happening.

That’s what he thought at least. Ace had only meant to deliver lunch to his friends. He didn’t even think of the scale like crystals decorating his arms under the long sleeves he wears when he threw him in between Luche and a would be assassin.

The assassins blade ricochets off of the crystal on Ace’s arm and in the next moment Tredd has the assassin unconscious.

“Are you alright?” Ace asks Luche.

Luche’s eyes are furious. His glare concentrated on the crystal that is slowly overtaking Ace’s arm.

Ace follows Luche’s gaze to find that his sleeve is ripped and the evidence of what has been happening to him is undeniable.

“Ace,” Luche says in a tone that brokers no argument, “You owe us an explanation.”

Ace blanks.

Footsteps distracts him long enough for someone else to sigh heavily. Ace turns, Tredd tries to block Ace’s arm from sight but it’s too late.

Clarus stands before them with Cor at his side and both men suddenly look exhausted.

“I believe,” Clarus says with the tone of a man who is unbelievably tired, “We need to talk.”

#royal bastard au #ace: I’ll surely tell everyone at some point!#ace: a lying liar who lies #Ardyn: surely I warned my nephew son enough about the dangers of not using magic #later #Ardyn: APPARENTLY I DID NOT *bursts into Aces room dragging aces friends behind him*#Ardyn: give them magic now #ace: I-#Ardyn: no excuses. you are literally turning into a rock #Ardyn: give them the magic

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highpri3stess · 1 year

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Deadly Affairs: Bonten x Reader, Mikey x Reader

Chapter 3: if it isn't the consequences of my actions

002 || masterlist/taglist || 004

pairing: bonten × bonten! reader, bonten! hajime kokonoi x bonten! reader

summary: every action comes with repercussions and trying to escape only infuriates your boss, Kokonoi Hajime

warning: DARK CONTENT, slight angst, power abuse, alcoholism (explicit use as a coping mechanism), nudity, mention of vomiting, classism, allusion to childhood trauma/domestic abuse, victim blaming, domesticity, sexual tension.

word count: 2.8k

monica's notes: ik ik, no smut in this chapter either, but please stay for the plot T_T things will get spicy in the next chapter I promise. reblogs, comments are highly appreciated!

Re: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

Due to multiple reports of your indecent behaviour towards your superiors, the Executive office has collectively decided to sanction, (NAME) (LAST NAME) with a pay cut worth 100, 000, 000.

You are also expected to answer a query tomorrow at my office, 8am sharp.

From,

Hajime Kokonoi

"THIS is the worst thing this bastard has done.."

You smiled to yourself, picking up your glass, swirling it around and playing with the bubbles that form in the drink. You downed the glass in one go, letting out a loud sigh to no one in particular before settling the glass next to the multiple empty bottles on the table.

How many bottles have you had ever since you saw the email just after work? One, two, three? Enough to make you forget your inhibitions and keep downing more and more until there's nothing left in your fridge to drink anymore. Right now, you're sure you can't handle all your problems sober- you didn't even want to think about them anymore.

You just want to be something else.

You didn't want to be Ms. (Name), assistant of Kokonoi Hajime and an accountancy graduate. No, now you're just a poor street rat, the daughter to an alcoholic momma who didn't care for her.

A nobody who didn't deserve to be heard out.

You lazily poured another glass for yourself and raised it up to no one in particular before downing it in one go. "I need more." You dropped the glass and went ahead for the bottle, downing the rest. The liquid spilled over your clothes and ran down your cheeks, but you didn't care. Why should you care if you're being messy? Kokonoi was not here to crucify you for drinking like an animal, so you could do what you want.

You didn't need to give a damn what Kokonoi would think when he's the one who endorsed the pay cut as the financial administrator.

"If he can cut your fucking salary without even askin' me," you took a swig of your bottle before slamming it down on the table. " about my side of the story, he can ask Takeomi to pick him up from the airport! He can even ask that misogynistic bastard to suck his dick instea-"

A loud ringing cut your ranting session short and you groaned in irritation, getting up from your chair. You stumbled towards your tv set, your sight woozy until you reached there. You took your phone in your free hand and focused hard on the contact, frowning when you see the name.

MR. HAJIME

"Speak of da devil" you clicked your tongue. "I'll ignore his call…" you shook your head in dismal, a much better idea in your head. "Or you know what? I shoulda pick it and tell him what's on my mind." With your new resolve, you slid the green icon up and gave your sweetest mocking voice to piss him off further. "Hullo?"

"You better have a damn good reason for not getting me from the airport (name)"

You hated the condescending tone Kokonoi used with you. He always spoke to you in that way and that gave everyone the right to step on your toes or forced you into things you never wanted to do.

"That's missus (name) -hic- to ya Kokonoi!" You correctes him, hiccuping in between, much to your annoyance. Of all the times when you have the liquid courage to finally speak your mind, you just had to ruin it. It wouldn't stop you anyways. "And you -hic- you can -hic- go home by your-hic-self."

There was a brief silence on the other line before Kokonoi makes a statement. "You're drunk."

" -hic- No shit -hic-"

He cut the call abruptly, only angering you further. You threw your phone at the wall and screamed in frustration before slumping down on the floor.

"He -hic- doesn't care-hic hic- about me -hic-"

You put the bottle in your mouth, taking a long gulp before setting it down with a loud blech. Staring at the wall in silence, you contemplate all the decisions that lead you here; from standing on the street with your muddy shoes and torn clothes, homeless, hungry and distraught after your mother died, to stealing from Kokonoi and getting caught, only for you to sell your soul to him for a better life.

And now, you're back to square one. Broken, abused by the same people you trusted to save you, on the verge of homelessness and senselessly drunk.

Just like your mother. A poor hungry street rat that would cling onto important people that used and abandoned you.

The sudden introspection makes you teary eyed and you let it fall, mixing with the sweat and dried alcohol on your face. You feel like your stomach is eating itself alive from the inside and you fall forwards as it churns, vomiting violently all over your clothes, the floor in front of you. The tequila bottle drops from your hands and onto the floor, the liquid seeping into the carpet.

'Just like your mother. Just like your mother.'

You stare at your vomit in disgust, you want to get away from it as far as possible and so you try to get up. Wobbling on one leg and placing your palms flat on the ground, you push yourself up until you're standing upright, ignoring the dizzy spells plaguing you. " 'm not my mother. 'Ve gotta clean this u-"

You hunched over to throw up again and it gets all over your legs and the floor this time. You don't stop heaving even when there's nothing left to throw up, your body turning against you as your throat violently flexes until little amounts of green bile is all that is left from your stomach.

The words "just like your mother" rings in your head over and over again and you start to cry hard.

"(Name)? (Name), open the door right now!"

You didn't register the sound of knocking until your door was forced open and soft footsteps pad their way to you, a hand yanking you upright to face Kokonoi's worried gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you threw up again until you've emptied all the contents of your stomach.

The distant memory of your mother's boyfriend hitting her across the face for throwing up on him surfaces and you quickly recoil away from Kokonoi.

First answering that call the way you did, and now this?

He was going to kill you.

"Shit - 'm s'sorry boss- won't happen again" you murmur, choking on a sob, much to the bewildered man. You hated the fear coursing through your bones as you tried to step away from him, your heart beating erratically and legs trembling underneath the weight of your fear.

So much that you nearly fall onto your knees in front of him.

"I said 'm sorry; don't hit m-"

His strong hands grabbed and dragged you closer until your chest was flush with his. Kokonoi was quick to circle your hands over his shoulders and you instinctively grab onto him as if he was going to disappear and leave you alone all over again.

"Jump"

You clumsily jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist like a Koala and he adjusted to your weight, his nose wrinkled with disgust at the smell of vomit emitting from you. Without hesitating any further, the white haired man carried you to the bathroom upstairs and lowers you on the edge of the bathtub, sitting you upright carefully.

"Arms up."

Your obedience was immediate and you threw your arms up, your heart thudding against your chest despite the calming noise of the running faucet in the background. Deft fingers reach for your long dress resting on your thighs and begin to roll it up slowly, taking his time to take off your puke stained clothes and pull it over your head, leaving you completely naked. You watched as he tossed it aside and reached for a bath bomb, pouring it into the water behind you, before taking you in his arms again and gently lowering you into the bathtub.

You should feel self-conscious that Kokonoi was seeing you this bare or the fact that he was scrubbing you clean, but you were much too out of it to care who was near you now. His brows knitted together as he lathered every part of you with soap and scrub off dried up residue from your face and skin, lips sealed tight. You could tell from the way his dark eyes peered at you, he had so many things to scold you about.

His silence was more than enough to tell you all that needed to be said.

Your throat flexed again and he angled your head out of the bath to an empty bucket, rubbing your back as you vomited again and pushed it away. Kokonoi washed the corner of your lips again before helping you out of the bathtub, sitting you at the edge once more, reaching for your towel to wipe you clean.

"You've done 'ough. I can clean myself up-"

He ignored you, wiping every inch of your body completely dry and putting the towel over your body. He hooked his arms behind your legs and carried you out of the bathroom, padding through the halls until he reached your bedroom.

He laid you upright on the bed, your back facing the headboard before making his way to your wardrobe, rummaging it until he brought out a silk nightgown he had gotten for you during his trip to Italy. You instinctively raised your arms up as he walked up to you, the towel rolling off your upper body and exposing your breasts to the cool air.

The shower must have sobered you up a bit, because there was a tiny hint of shame and embarrassment when his gaze lingered on your perky nipples for longer than a second.

The dress slipped over your head and rested on your body, nipples poking through the material. You trailed Kokonoi with your eyes as he walked out of your room briefly with your towel and returned with a clean bucket instead, placing it beside your bed.

"Lie on your side." His voice is curt and you nodded along to his words as he advised you. "The last thing I need is you choking on your vomit and dying before we can discuss whatever happened while I was gone."

Ah yes.

The main reason you got into this mess in the first place.

"Yessir."

His eyes darken a bit and you feel hot all of a sudden, lowering yourself on the bed. " 'I'm hungry." You murmured to yourself soon after, staring blankly at the pale walls. Kokonoi didn't respond to you and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You're sure he's gone home after a few minutes.

AFTER what seemed like an hour of staring at your room walls, you decided to get cleaning.

You swung your feet to touch the ground and forced yourself off the bed. There was no way Kokonoi was going to clean up your puke, his generosity ends with having to wash you. He was too much of a neat freak to even touch anything remotely dusty, seeing as he always gave you the task of looking through archives instead of going there himself.

You were not sure you'd want to clean someone else's vomit either. Yours grossed you out already and just the mere sight of seeing it might have made him throw up in his mouth a little as well.

You grabbed onto the railing and took gentle steps down the stairs, trying your best not to fall; the last thing that should happen right now is for you to break an arm or a leg. Finally making it down, you stepped into the living room and mentally prepared yourself for the disgusting scene you would have to deal with for the rest of tonight…

Only to see that the entire living room was spotless.

All the bottles of alcohol you had downed, the one at the edge of the carpet, the vomit puddle on the floor, everything that made your sitting room look inhabitable was gone.

You were quick to step into the living room fully, seeing how spotless it was of all the evidence of your binge drinking episode, clearly stunned at the meticulous scrubbing Kokonoi had done to your floors, chairs and rugs.

You heard the sound of multiple footsteps coming from the kitchen and turned your head to see Kokonoi with his crumpled shirt rolled to his elbows, walking out and a tray containing a bowl in his hands, his long hair tied into a knot with your black scrunchie.

Maybe it was the alcohol but you want to just hold him.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed." He scolds you, grabbing your hand in his and taking you to the sofa to settle down, putting the tray down as well. You follow dumbly, intertwining your fingers with him as you take a seat beside him, the chair dipping underneath your weights. The white haired male looks at your dilated pupils and shakes his head in disapproval, breaking your heart a little. "Are you still hungry?"

You nodded in response and he picked up the bowl containing the soup along with a spoon, and scoops some broth before bringing it to your mouth. You opened your mouth instinctively, taking the soup in your mouth and swallowing soon after, repeating the process over and over again. You were unable to tear your gaze away from him, your eyes moving from his face, tracing down his pink lips pursed in concentration to his slender, well manicured fingers gripping the silver spoon feeding you.

You wondered if he could ever be this gentle with sober you.

The rest of the feeding session went by in a blur until the plate was empty. You rejected his offer to get you more, your eyes already getting heavy-lidded, and he leaves for the kitchen again. You leaned further into the chair, waiting for Kokonoi to be done with the dishes so that he could carry you back. He returned soon after, wordlessly picking you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your face against his well-ironed shirt.

He always smells so good.

The journey back to your room was quiet, only his quiet breath tickling your ear and neck. He walked into your room and placed you back on the bed gently again, one knee lodged between your legs as he adjusted the pillow and your head. You stared at him as he focused on making you more comfortable, your eyes trailing from his firm clothed chest, down to his pants and resting on his crotch area.

You're suddenly hyper aware that you're not wearing anything underneath and one wrong move…

"I'll return to check up on you tomorrow" his deep voice cuts off your train of thoughts and you look back at him again properly, feeling some sort of shame for thinking along those lines. "Then we'll talk about your unruly behavior."

You swallowed hard as Kokonoi pulled away from you, your heart erratically beating in your chest. You shouldn't be thinking of how close he was right now or how his hot breath makes you feel so warm inside. You should be mad at him for slashing your salary in half and then blaming you for reacting.

But you're not.

Instead, you laid on your side and watched with misty eyes as Hajime Kokonoi walked out of your room, slamming the door behind him with a loud 'bang'.

You knew deep down, you would pay for it tomorrow.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Ooooooo what about shy reader is girlfriend of billy Batson and adopted daughter and protege of Wonder Woman. I think it’s cool that Zeus gives Y/n powers like Wonder Woman, even flying and lasso of truth. Her code name will be like “Athena” or something since Wonder Girl is taken 🤷🏻‍♀️ Just (superhero) fluff

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This went hella off request but still I hope you enjoy it either way. also this is a long as one, so buckle in for that. 🦦

Living not only as the daughter but also the protege to the one and only Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, was never an easy task as many of the adoring public that would’ve killed to be in your situation made it out to be. It was anything but an heavenly paradise that they think it was, the glitz and the glamour were merely an guise used to evade the prying eyes from the hardships of being the child of a prominent superhero.

Everyone knew your name, everyone knew your face as it was just as heavily publicised alongside your mother’s, but you soon grew to realise that no one ever truly cared about you other then when the person your bore the same last name with was involved. You weren’t as bold, as striking in beauty nor confidence as Diana, no. You were on the opposite side of the spectrum to her and that’s what made you a shadow in the eyes of the public; Prince in name but never in the way you held yourself. You were so vastly different from your mother that many weirdos came up with an obscenely obscured conspiracy theory that you weren’t actually Wonder Woman’s child, instead that you were just some random kid with a similar power set that she just so happened to take on out of sheer convenience.

You couldn’t help that you were shy, meek and insecure. And sure Diana was a wonderful mother to you, always empowering you, encouraging you and helping you hone your abilities and offering you grand advice when you felt lost in it all but how could you possibly tell her that all these issues of uncertainty and doubt stemmed from the pressure placed on your shoulders of being her daughter? You couldn’t but yet your mother always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to you and your well being it seems.

‘Y/n, dear.’

‘Yeah?’

Diana pats the space next to her, ‘come.’ You sit yourself down next to her, your form slightly more hunched compared to her straight, prim and proper form. ‘You’re still at unrest with yourself.’ She started before casting her eyes towards you. ‘Being my child has only made you hate the skin that you’re in and despite not telling me outwardly, your body language tells me all I need to know about your struggles.’ Your breath hitched in your throat but you seemed to lack the backbone to say anything in that moment, allowing your mother the go ahead to continue.

‘You shouldn’t heed the words of the outside, gifting them residence with your head for they opinions on you are not your responsibility to change. For they would always remain the same no matter what one does to contradict their comments, I have long since learnt that some people are more then willing to die on their hills,’ she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ‘you’ve just got to learn to not let them crucify you on them. For every they would crack under the weight of having greatness pressure upon them whilst you on the other hand have found the tools to stabilise yourself despite it all and because of that, you are every bit worthy of the name Athena.’ You swore you could’ve cried right then and then but instead chose to cling on tightly to your mother like you did whilst young.

Moving onto Billy now and needless to say he was more then happy to be your vocal piece when your own words failed you, to protect you when you yourself couldn’t because it made him like as though he was actually worth someone amazing and a beautiful and as badass like you. When in actuality he was more then frightened of someone like Jon Kent or Damian Wayne, second generation heroes of famous parents just like you, would swoop in and take you from him because they understood your circumstance better then an orphan in a foster home of 5 ever could.

Sure he had a crush on your mum but so did practically everyone else but Billy felt extremely special when you chose him out of everyone else to date, he felt as though he had been touched by fate or by an higher deity when you accepted to become his girlfriend. The boy was practically all dopey smiles and heart eyes for weeks afterwards which warded a frightened looking Freddy away for awhile, who claimed that his best friend and brother had been replaced by a shapeshifting villain.

For those weeks Billy felt lighter then air whenever you were nearby, his eyes practically beaming with life, with love, with adoration, so much so that he could honestly care less that he was becoming a walking cliche because any time Billy got to spend with you were the highlights of his life, not day, life. You had the supposed tough guy hooked with every laugh, chuckle or unintentional snort that trickled sweetly from your lips like ambrosia. Billy was more then willing to make a fool out of himself just to hear it again as though it were the first time all over again.

He was willing to fulfil your every wish, hanging off your every word as though it were gospel. If you had an shrine Billy would worship at the foot of it every day just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful form. To Billy, despite not wanting to consider himself a hopeless romantic, you were moulded by Aphrodite’s hands, wielded together by Hephaestus, gifted by the likes of Zeus and Athena, blessed with a fiery tenacity to defend and protect what was rightfully yours by Ares.

You were perfection in incarnate to Billy and he would let you know that in the most subtlest of ways throughout everyday life but in the moments where you need his comfort most, that’s when he chose to open his mouth and say all things that he’s been wanting to say but never was given the right opportune moment to do so.

While Billy was there for you in your times of need, you never failed to be by his side during his own time of need. Whether it be family related or Shazam related, you were always sat by his side in respectful silence because you knew that for Billy, opening up about what was ailing him was particularly the hardest part, so when he does, you come packing with the advice your mother has given you and even your own that you’ve accumulated from similar experiences.

You’ve come to hold the trust Billy put in you as the highest regard you’ve ever received because after hearing his life story, trust, loyalty, vulnerability and having someone who was going to be a constant in his life were just only some of the many things he was deprived of thanks in due to the abandonment of his parents. Which never failed in making you made to the point where your control over your powers almost became out of wack if it weren’t for Billy reigning you in.

You’ve became Billy’s support system as he became yours that even in the heat of battle you both never strayed too far from one another unless it was absolutely necessary or that you could handle the opposition without putting yourselves under too much strain on your parts. But it’s impossible to deny that Shazam and Athena were one hell of a duo, a duo that was taking Philadelphia by storm.

Billy, in my personal opinion, would love to keep you tucked against his side but this would only occur in the safety of the his room, he’s not massive on PDA other then small instances where your holding hands, he’s fine with that but anything else was strictly for the both of you only. Even during the instances where Freddy accidentally walks in on you both cuddling and being too couple like for his taste as he’d only just make a face and a passing comment.

Don’t worry he loves you both but really? Pda in his and Billy’s shared room? Leave room for Jesus or Zeus if that’s what you were going to do.

Billy would muck about with your lasso of truth but end up getting caught in it and whilst you laugh your ass off, he’d look at you with soft eyes and say, ‘your laughter is what heaven sounds like.’ And you’d immediately become flustered by the sincerity of his words and how he looked at you whilst trapped within the glowing rope of your lasso. ‘That’s just the lasso making you speak that Billy.’

‘No it’s true! Everything about you is what I think elysium would be like. Your beauty is godly that even when you wake in the morning, you steal my breath and I’m stuck to wonder what makes me so special. You could have someone like Jon Kent or Damian Wayne, yet you choose me, stupid Billy Batson who can’t even speak on my own accord without some outer interference forcing me to. I don’t deserve you y/n/n. I really don’t but that don’t mean I don’t love you because I do.’ He chuckles as some tears brim his green-brown eyes as his next words came out as a breathless chuckle. ‘I fucking do, so much. The lasso may make me says these things but it’s call the lasso of truth for a reason y/n.’

You then would help him free from the lasso before cupping his cheeks, pressing your forehead against his own as you whispered your own truth against his lips.

‘You’re all I need, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, I don’t want a Jon Kent or Damian Wayne…all I need is you Billy Batson. For my heart belongs to you eternally.’

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader #dc fic #dc fanfic #Shazam imagine #Shazam imagines #shazam x reader #Shazam x you #billy batson x reader #Billy batson x you #Billy batson imagines #Billy batson imagine #billy batson fanfic #Billy batson fic #fem reader

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desire-mona · 2 months

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dps boy weedcanons because i make my being a stoner a personality trait. dps boy weedcanons because i am insufferable and not fun to talk to. dps boy weedcanons because it will be the most rebellious thing any of them do in their entire lives

neil

not listening to anything anyone is saying

must be sitting the whole time

greened out trying to impress todd with this tolerance he doesnt have

actually i take it back he's listening to (and laughing at) everything todd is saying

todd

fully convinced he will be found out, arrested, then promptly crucified

worst cottonmouth out of anyone

simultaneously the funniest and the giggliest which nobody expects

greened out trying to impress neil with this tolerance he doesnt have

charlie

supplier, wont tell anyone where he got it (doesnt remember where he got it)

high cryer, it's embarrassing, nobody mentions it but they all silently hold the knowledge and collectively agree that it Doesnt Fit the Charlie Agenda

touchy. like not for the sake of it but for the sake of remembering that there are other people around him

so loud. just so loud. so loud and so standing. why is he standing sit down. youre yelling charlie

cameron

retells the same story 15 times. actually he doesnt retell it fully any of those times because he goes on a bunch of different tangents

nearly pisses himself when charlie looks at him as earnestly as he can and goes "you're too high. we called your parents and theyre coming to get you"

totally didnt wanna smoke but is sooooo immune to peer pressure. the peers did not in fact pressure at all and even offered to just. not. but he was like guys its cringe to deny it i cant be cringe. (the cam agenda im pushing where he is so scared of authority but way more scared of embarrassing himself in front of his friends)

doesnt move at all. actually hes laying down the whole time. actually hes asleep nvm guys

knox

idk dude

i dont like knox im not the guy to ask

dont know this guy dont care to

knox fans reblog with whatever u like ill probably agree

pitts

eats everything. eats everything. eats everything. eats everything. eat

wants to do everything at once. time is moving WAY too slow and he just needs. he just needs to be busy

sensories are off the CHARTS! this guy is FEELING HIS SURROUNDINGS!!! HIS SKIN IS HIS SKIN AND BY GOD IF HE HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TOE HE FELT HE WOULD HAVE A WHOLE $11 BABY

regrets everything. wakes up the next day just so filled with food and dread. his body is made of sandbags.

meeks

asthmatic but thinks this is the time he can beat said asthma and smokes anyway. so basically it is not the time

he is so sure of himself and his ability to say the most intellectual things possible. he is spewing so much nonsense thinking it is SO smart

is so excited to be doing something Bad that he almost tells keating earlier that day

like pitts, he can also feel everything. but oh. oh this is troubling. his SKIN is his SKIN. by GOD if he had a dollar for every toe he felt he would have way too many dollars.

#desire mona #hate this post hate feeling like weed is my only personality trait #but oh i just HAD to voice my thoughts #my weed smoking girlfriends #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts #banger

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catierambles · 9 days

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Blood Moon Ch.17

News of their engagement spread like wildfire through the rest of his family, Sy getting calls from his sisters-in-law the next day congratulating him along with his nieces and nephews (who were old enough to talk) being very excited that Annalisa was going to be their Aunt. She was a big hit with them, apparently. Annalisa got calls as well, having exchanged numbers with them the previous day during lunch. None of them mentioned or even hinted at their “conditions”, so either his brothers didn’t tell inform their wives (or ex-wife in the case of Jake), or they didn’t want to talk about it over the phone. It would have to be brought up eventually, as Annalisa had been correct, they would notice that she and Sy didn’t age as the children got older.

The idea that what made him turn furry also made him immortal was...something he'd unpack later, but the fact that it meant he would literally be spending forever with his Mate, and she wouldn’t watch her Tovaras age and die while she stayed the same, was a comfort.

“Hey, babe?” Sy said as he lounged in the couch in her office and she hummed in response, not looking up from her monitor. “Annalisa.”

“Yes?” She asked, catching his tone.

“What happens...what happens if a vampires’ Tovaras dies?” He asked, “You said that you knew Markus wasn’t because his death didn’t destroy you. What would’ve happened if he had been?”

“You sure you want to know?” She asked and he paused.

“Yeah.” He said finally.

“I’d die.” She said simply, “Not right away, but I...” She sighed, “I saw it happen once, a friend of mine, a member of my coven. His Tovaras, Daniel, died in a car accident before he had a chance to Turn him.”

“Okay.”

“David just...stopped. Everything. He stopped going out, he stopped talking to people, he stopped feeding. It wasn’t just grief, it wasn’t just him being depressed from losing his lover, he was...he was dead inside. We tried to help him, tried to get him to feed, getting him animal blood, human blood from donation drives run by vampires for those who don’t want to take from the source, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He starved to death.”

“Fuck.” Sy said with a sigh, running a hand over his face.

“We had him cremated and his ashes interred next to Daniels’.” She said, “If something happened to you, or if you were still human and refused to let me Turn you, I would suffer the same fate, but I wouldn’t care. You were gone, so I wouldn’t have any reason to live. I’d have died when you did, but my physical death would come later.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what would happen to me if you died.” Sy said and she sighed. “You know, don’t you.”

“Yeah, Kyle, I do. Wolves that lose their Mates go insane, go rabid, and need to be...put down, for their own sake and the safety of everyone around them.”

“Fuck.” He said again and she got up from her desk, going over to the couch and laying on him gently, her head on his chest and her hands holding his sides. He wrapped his arms around her immediately, holding her tight. “I’m not losin’ you. Never. And you’re never losin’ me."

"The rest of your family needs to be told about us." She said, "Preferably before the wedding."

"I know. I want my brothers there when it happens, so they can keep'em calm if one of them flips their shit about it."

"Pete called us monsters."

"Yeah. Yeah, he did. I'm not holdin' it against'im though, he was just worried about his babies."

"I've been called a lot of things over the years, "monster" isn't even in the top ten of the worst of it." She said and his hands rubbed over her back. "The coven will need to be notified of the engagement, as well."

"How's Eugene gonna take it? He gonna be a problem for us?"

"Most likely, but he'll just have to get over it."

“How do you feel about gettin’ married in a church?” He asked and she hummed.

“As long as holy water isn’t directly involved, I’ll be fine.”

“You good with crucifixes?”

“Jesus Christ was not the first, nor was he the last person to be crucified by the Roman Empire. It was basically their execution method of choice as it was brutal, highly public, and sent a message. Crucifixion was nothing special. If I had a reaction to that, I might as well have a reaction to guillotines or nooses. Besides, there are Muslim vampires, Hindu vampires, Jewish vampires, Agnostic and Atheist vampires, and it would make absolutely no sense for them to have a negative biological reaction to a symbol of a faith that they don’t adhere to.” She explained and he thought it over for a moment before making a small sound.

“Makes sense when you put it like that.” He agreed, “Why does holy water burn you, though?”

“I have a feeling that it’s less because it’s “holy” and more due to the belief of the priest that blessed it. They believe that it’s purifying, so it is. Their belief doesn’t work on crucifixes, though, because as I said, crucifixion wasn’t special or unique. There aren’t naturally occurring bodies of holy water.”

“And the whole silver thing? Ma has a silver candlestick that gave me one hell of a burn that I had to hide.”

“Allergy or sensitivity to silver is something that exists in humans. Whatever makes us us gives us that allergy cranked up to eleven. It’s why before the advent of modern mirrors, we had to avoid them. Not because we didn’t have a reflection, but because it was physically painful to be around them, like we were standing too close to an open fire. Modern mirrors don’t contain silver, so we’re good with those.”

“But the sun doesn’t hurt you.”

“Why would it?” She asked, looking up at him and he paused before giving a shrug.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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stilesssolo · 12 days

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Okay.. let’s hear it! Initial thoughts of the new album!

Ugh sorry for the delay on this. I listened to the (first) album when it dropped at midnight, finished it and saw her say “double album, 15 more songs!!” went “that’s nice. I’m going to bed” fully intending to spend most of today listening and relistening to fully take it in, but then there was a crisis at work and I suddenly had a shitton to do in a very little amount of time which was not a conducive environment to fully digest these *very* dense songs. I still haven’t sat down and done nothing but listen to half the songs on the anthology, so. I am never more jealous of west coast time zoners than during new music drops. 😂

I immediately logged off the internet when I heard it had leaked Wednesday so I truly went into this blind. My initial thoughts are… well… okay! I don’t dislike it. But I don’t love it, you know? The songs are very dense but I still don’t think it’s her best writing (and I’m a Bruce Springsteen girlie; I love a cryptic lyrically dense album). There are a whole bunch of songs that I really enjoy and some REALLY good lyrics. But I remember hearing Cardigan or YOYOK for the first time and how that felt and I just don’t get that on anything here. I also cannot acknowledge the implications of how many goddamn songs are about Matty Healy and how in love with him she was without risking a mental breakdown!!! The idea that CARDIGAN was written about him… I cannot do this… take me back to when we thought The 1 was for sure about Harry Styles. I was present for the Gillette rain show “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” psychotic break and I STILL was not prepared for the amount of psycho behavior on this album regarding the rat man!!!!

I think I have two main problems with this album. 1: it is too goddamn long. I am not one to complain about getting more content but I feel like a lot of these songs are just saying the same thing and not doing it in a way unique enough to justify having both of them. Like I think we could have EASILY trimmed a lot of fat and gotten these both into one 20-ish track album that would have read better. I feel like a lot of this has to do with the social media culture now of more, more, more, always racing towards the next thing— like how a day after we got 1989 TV the swifties were clamoring for rep TV. Like we just got 5 new songs!!! Slow down!!! I would have preferred quality over quantity lol and this album very much felt like quantity, quantity, quantity.

And then 2: I miss when she used to really push herself to try different things and to get better at her craft. Not that I want her to be attacked and get backlash, but her insane levels of fame have made her so untouchable that no one can say anything remotely constructive without being crucified and I feel like it eliminates some of the drive she has to push herself to be better and write better (hello Speak Now and Red!!!). I saw Rolling Stone gave this album a perfect 100 score like???? Hello???? The album is not bad, but to grade it as perfection compared to others? Over Red? Over Folklore? Over 1989??? Let’s be real. And I feel like this album has a lot of “well it’s good enough” moments where I’m like… but is it good enough? Could we have worked to make this better? I feel like she needs new collaborators too. She does great work with Jack and Aaron but I feel like they know each other too well and it’s getting to the point where they’re not editing or pushing her as much as they should be. A lot of the songwriting here just felt complacent. Get Liz Rose back in the room I am begging!!!!!

Now that I’ve typed all that out I feel like I am being increasingly harsh, but idk. It’s a fine album. There are some songs I enjoy and I’m sure it’s gonna grow on me more as I listen and really digest, but it doesn’t really have any super stand out moments to me right now. I saw a tweet saying this album is not to top the charts, not to draw in new fans, this is for the swifties who know and care about Taylor’s lore and want to listen and know what was going on during this period of her life, and she just needed to get it out there and say it so she can move on. And I do enjoy the lore, don’t get me wrong, but I kinda hope that’s the case and the next album is a clean slate, because… other than the lore, there’s nothing really new or interesting here, sonically, lyrically, etc. I really hope her next album she takes a big risk and does something different. I also feel like she needs a BREAK. Like I don’t want any new music for the entire year of 2025. Go recharge and take a break and come back to us with your best work, queen. I feel like the rerecords and the constant churning out of new music and content is just watering down her undeniable talent.

I wanted to like this a lot more than I did, but you know. C’est la vie. I never was a big poetry girlie anyways, and I’ve seen some people say they love the album (and to them I say I’m happy for you I clap I cheer and i’m gonna let you rock!!) but for me… idk. We’ll see how I feel in a week. But throughout the day today I kept feeling the temptation to put Chappell Roan back on, so… I think that sort of sums up my initial feelings on the whole thing. 😂

#like idk girl did i really need to hear you sing about how much you love matty healy *that* many times??? i dont think i did #anyways i am curious to hear your (and anyone else’s) thought on the album 😂#my sister and my roommate agree with my opinion but we all share a brain so they dont count #also even though i dont love this album I STILL LOVE YOU TAYLOR!!!! Swiftie till the day I die!!!!!#we’re all allowed to flop a little bit sometimes… as a treat!!!!#taylor swift #asks #answered #ceebogs

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CRUCIFIED ✟ SPENCER REID

find part two here!

word count: roughly 1.5k!

description: you and spencer reid have been dating for a while, and on a particular case, you are shown how much he really means to you.

tags/warnings: religious trauma/symbolism, suggestive themes, a bit of making out but that's all

disclaimer: this is only part one, i will upload more within the following few weeks!

PART ONE — THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The sun hung low, comfortably, lazily along the skyline. The shadows fell from the blades of grass, stretching across the lawn in front of the Reid residence. It was half an hour until sundown, the summer heat subsiding as the crickets harmonized for their concert at dusk. Frequent chirps could be heard from either side of the wrap-around porch, in addition to the occasional croak and hiss of a toad.

You were rarely home this early, but you and Spencer arrived just in time to take in the last bit of the golden hour. Placing the glass of wine to your lips, a dry white, you hummed softly and took a delicate sip while soaking in the day. Spencer sat down next to you, legs folding together in an attempt to replicate your position.

"Dinner's done," Spencer spoke after a short period of comfortable silence, "I kept it in the oven to keep it warm. Take your time."

He knew, better than anyone, that you liked to decompress after a long day of field work. You specialized in victim grief and consolation; in other words, you were the one to speak to victims — or more frequently, their loved ones — on the worst days of their lives. You never envisioned this when you graduated with your psychology degree. Honestly, though? You wouldn't trade it for any other career. You made a real difference, gave people hope — something you never received in the tragedies you have suffered through alone.

"Thanks, Spence." His nose wrinkled slightly at the name. He never told you this, but that was what his mother always called him. You knew his relationship with Ms. Reid was on the rocks, but never knew the circumstances. Your pocket buzzed, same time as Spencer's, and you knew that another dinner was going to be rushed.

Part of working for the FBI was an agreement to ALWAYS be on-call. Derek Morgan's contact title lit up your phone, and you chuckled as you read the text:

Sorry, lovebirds. Wheels up in 45.

Thankfully, the two of you lived a few minutes from home-base, and you took some time to have a nice meal together before packing your overnight bags and taking the SUV to the jet. Today was the first day you had been able to go home at the same time in over a week, but the newest case was a big one.

Apparently, a man had been calling the police and telling them a bible verse and address before brutally picking off strangers in rural Georgia. He called himself 'Raphael' and assumed the position of a higher power, according to Jareau. You knew this case was going to hit hard; religious trauma was one of your main subjects brought up in therapy. Hotch always made the joke about not needing it when you're close to Reid.

Close was a bit understated; you and Spencer had been dating for the last several months. You had kept it a secret, burying it under the guise of being roommates who met before you joined the Bureau. Morgan always seemed suspicious, but he never pushed too far. Penelope saw right through you, and always got under your skin about it — in a cute, really bubbly way — but kept it to herself. She was very good at keeping secrets when necessary.

Today was more complicated; you had bites and bruises all down your neck. Some were definitely not there when you left work with Spencer some hours prior to your arrival at the outer airport. Wearing a scarf was out of the question in this heat, and especially in Georgia. You traced your fingers along your neckline as you parked, hoping the team wouldn't notice your condition. How many times did you have to tell Reid not to mark you up like this unless he knew you would have a night away?

"It's gonna be fine. No one has a right to question your sex life," Spencer reassured, hand sliding along your thigh and swiping his thumb across your knee for comfort. "Especially not your coworkers," he grinned. You felt the divots in his knuckles, running your fingertips down the tendons and lifting his hand up to your lips to kiss his wrist. A knock on your window startled you into dropping him from your grasp. Morgan stood on the other side of the glass, nose pressed firmly and signature grin leering through. Thank God for tinted vehicles, you thought.

"What was all that?" Derek asked, a smug tone coating his question. You cleared your throat as you stepped out of the car, gently nudging him out of the way. "Don't tell me you chose Reid— not that he's a bad choice— but really? Out of all your other options?" You shot him a glare and shook your head.

"Sometimes I think you're jealous of him, Morgan." You chuckled, rolling your eyes as he took the bag from your shoulder and carried it onto the jet. "Such a gentleman, I swear." You gave a quick glance to Reid and picked up your phone, texting quickly to avoid any hold-up.

8:46PM

TO: SPENCE <3

sorry about the close call. love you. xx

Jareau did a briefing onboard, giving you a crash-course of all the information the team had gathered on Raphael. It wasn't much, and there was very little to work with. You excused yourself, locking yourself in the bathroom and checking your texts.

TWO MESSAGES RECEIVED

9:03PM

FROM: SPENCE <3

love you too! xoxoxo

9:14PM

FROM: BABYGIRL (MORGAN)

are we gonna talk about the bruises?? is he hunting you for sport???

You suppressed a giggle and shook your head, typing with a grin. You rubbed your eyes, chest heaving as the exhaustion from today finally sunk into your body. The hollows of your cheeks were more pronounced as you gazed at your haphazard appearance in the small, warped mirror. The sizeable blue-purple spots lining your neck had developed into a darker hue over the last few hours.

9:22PM

TO: BABYGIRL (MORGAN)

no, we’re not. and it is not to be mentioned! thanks love.

You perked up at a knock on the door, scrambling to your feet. You hadn’t really been keeping track of time, and there were eight agents on a jet with one bathroom. The knob rattled, and you pulled the door open quickly, almost causing Spencer to topple into you full-force.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how long I took–” You were interrupted by Doctor Reid pushing his way into the restroom. He closed the door behind the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a firm and yearning way. He grasped your wrists, pinning them behind your back with his left hand and tenderly placing his right on your jaw. His fingers grazed at your neck, applying pressure to those pretty little marks he had decorated you with earlier. You had been pushed against the sink, knocking over several small toiletries onto the floor.

“Spencer,” You whispered in between the peppered kisses he had decided to plot along your collarbones. He had already managed to strip you of your badge, jacket, and – partially – your blouse. He was too good at getting you undressed quickly. “You know we can’t do this here.” You pulled away briefly, only to be hungrily pulled back in. He reminded you of a starved man that could only get his fill on your sex, your taste. You placed a hand firmly on his chest and took a weary breath, your face hot and legs weak from the state he had left you in.

Spencer’s eyes were dark and narrow, looking at you with a longing he had never adorned. You shot him a firm gaze, nodding. “That’s a good boy.” You grinned, watching his eyes widen and grow soft. You ran a hand through his hair and pulled him in again, finally making your escape. Hotch was the only one awake, you soon realized. He had his gaze locked on the bathroom door as you made a swift return to your seat – right next to Spencer’s briefcase of notes, stationery, and puzzles.

“What did you two talk about?” You snapped your gaze toward his position across from you, raising a brow and crossing your arms. He allowed the smallest smile, shrugging and looking back down to his paperwork.

“We were discussing the case,” you quickly made up an excuse as Spencer made his way to his seat. His arm brushed yours for a moment, and you subtly increased distance. Hotch observed your movements, face flat and eyes tracking the space you two kept. “I was telling Reid about my personal connections to this type of case– I have quite a bit of religious troubles.” You glanced at Spencer and he nodded along, mentioning something that you had told him a few weeks ago to bind the lie a bit better. Hotch seemed satisfied, and that was all you cared about.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!reader #revelations

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