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lucidfairies · 8 months

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you-know-who [a.a]

pairing: dad's business partner abby anderson x f!reader

summary: abby has been your dad's loyal business partner for quite some time, and she's totally off limits, but that doesn't stop her from appearing in your wet dreams every night. tonight they just happened to come true.

warnings: mdni 18+, dom!abby, sub!reader, virgin!reader, experienced!abby, fingering [r] face riding [r], strap usage [r], strap referred to as cock, pet names, praise, bondage, age gap, slight overstim, breeding kink brrrr

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Your dad is good at a lot of things. He's good at business, making deals, and negotiating. But being a dad? Not so much. Sure, you got to go to banquets and beautiful galas, but it wasn't worth the expense of no father figure. The worst part of it all is when he pretends to be present but, in reality, knows nothing about you.

Your best friend, Dina, sat on the end of the bed while you rummaged through your wardrobe, trying to find something nice to wear. "It's just dinner." She said lazily, not looking up from her phone. "Why don't you wear that blue dress with the slit? You look really good in that one." You groaned, turning to face her.

"I wore that one last time, remember? I can't wear it twice in a row. Plus, this is a really big brand deal for my dad. I need to look my absolute best." You continued to contemplate dresses until you finally decided on one. It was black, with a square neckline that always made your cleavage look phenomenal. It hardly came to the middle of your thigh, but sitting at a dinner table, you were sure no one would notice.

"Is you-know-who gonna be there?" Dina asked, setting her phone down as she was suddenly intrigued. She smirked as your face reddened a little.

"Yes, she's going to be there. Gotta look my best. Tonight could be the night." I winked at her.

One good thing about having a dad who's a multi-million dollar CEO is that he tends to have the finest employees of all time working for him - especially Abigail Anderson. You and Dina have a running joke that sometimes you and Abby will hook up because she always eyes you the same way you do her.

Tonight definitely wasn't going to be the night for a multitude of reasons. First, she's 33, and you're 21, which basically throws you out of the competition. Second, your dad was going to be home tonight, which meant you were home tonight. Dina promised that she could cover for you, but you've never taken her up on that opportunity. And last but certainly not least, if your father found out you slept around with his right-hand woman, you would probably be disowned, and she would probably get beheaded.

You held your head high, though, as you began to do your makeup and curl your hair. Once you finished, you slipped the dress over your head and zipped it up with assistance from Dina. "You know, if you throw on and dress and do your makeup, you could come with me. My dad probably wouldn't notice."

"Nah, I'll leave you and your soon to be wife alone for the night. Have fun, baby girl." She kissed your cheek and started collecting her things. You walked her down to the front door, bid her a good bye, then shut the door.

Mere minutes later, a black car pulled up outside the door, and you knew that meant it was time to go. You grabbed a black handbag and heels, then rushed out the door.

When you arrived, you took note of the fact that all of your dad's colleagues' cars were parked together, and there was Abby's black Porsche, looking sleek as ever. You grinned, then remembered where you were and dropped your face back into a neutral position.

As you walked toward their private room, you spotted your father and approached him. "Hey sweetheart," you hugged awkwardly, "grab a seat. We're waiting on five more people." You smiled and nodded, entering the room and analyzing it. There was Abby, with a glorious open seat next to her. You claimed it, placing your handbag on the floor and your napkin in your lap.

Abby looked at you briefly, smirking when you met her eye. She knew she looked hot. You knew it, too. She made a basic white button-down, and gray slacks look so good. You could hardly imagine what she'd look like naked. All that muscle, the veins that popped from her arm. She was a walking wet dream if you'd ever seen one.

"You look good tonight," she whispered, and even over the commotion of the table, you could hear her. "Maybe even better than last time."

"Likewise, Ms. Anderson." You complimented, using the sluttiest voice you could muster. Her cheeks got red and she turned away, jumping into a conversation with the table of people. Your eyes jumped from her sharp jaw to her full lips, thinking about how good she would look between your legs.

This happens every time.

But tonight – tonight was different. Tonight, you decided that you were going to do something about it. I mean, the worst she could do is turn you down, right? You stood, brushing your hand against her thigh as you excused yourself to the bathroom. Once there, you fixed your makeup and pulled your dress down and little at the top, just to make your tits look better.

You left the bathroom, putting a hand on her shoulder as you stepped into and took your seat. "Ms. Anderson," you asked, getting her attention. She immediately looked over to you, eyes dropping to the top of your dress before quickly snapping back up. "Could you pass the water?"

"Yes ma'am," her voice was low and her eyes were dark. She grabbed the pitcher and refilled your glass for you, smiling as she placed it on the table.

Your dad asked you a question about something, but all you could think about was Abby's hand, which was now curiously dragging along your thigh. Your breath hitched, but you played it off with a cough and continued talking.

Suddenly her large, warm hand was under your dress, tracing circles on the inside of your thigh. Your conversation with you dad had come to an end at this point, thank God, because you were seconds away whining and begging her to continue.

Once she was sure that your pussy was aching, she pulled her hand away and cut into her food, taking a bite. Your head was a little dizzy, and you tried to comprehend if that actually happened or not. You needed some way of making this go further. If you went to the bathroom again it would look suspicious, but it seemed like the best plan right now.

"You're going to follow me." You said to her, standing up and walking out of the room. You went into the single bathroom, waiting patiently. Two minutes passed and you got slightly irritated, considering going back. But the door opened, and there was Abby's brooding figure.

"What are you doing, y/n?" She asked, leaning against the bathroom wall. "'Cause it seems a lot like you're trying to get my attention." Your mind was blank. Why did you think this was a good idea? "Do you want my attention, sweetheart?" Abby took a step forward, causing your ass to press gently against the bathroom sink.

"Yes, Ms. Anderson." You ran a hand down her chest and abs, feeling them contrast under your hand. "I want you." You pulled her further into you by her waist, so that her thigh was slotted between your legs.

"Here's what we're gonna do, sugar," she dipped her head so that her hot breath hit your neck, "You're gonna come to my house after dinner in this dress," she kissed your neck lightly, "and I'm gonna fuck you until you know no name but mine." You practically whimpered under her touch. "Yes?"

"Yes." Abby backed up, fixed her shirt, then left the bathroom. You followed minutes later, taking your seat next to her.

The dinner droned on and on, to the point that you wanted to just get up and walk out with Abby on your hip. But you didn't. You suffered through having to listen to brand deals while also thinking about the ache between your legs and everything she's going to do to you.

You wanted her to tie you to her headboard and fuck you with her strap until you came three times, maybe spank you. You wanted her to do bad things to you ‐ but the worst part was that you hadn't actually done anything before.

Finally, finally, your dad closed the deal and the dinner began to come to an end. You shot up, grabbed your bag and rushed to your father. "I'm sleeping at Dina's tonight," you told him. He kissed your head and whisked you away, too high on the feeling of making a new deal that he didn't have time to pay attention to you. "Take me to Abby Anderson's house." You told the driver, who nodded and pulled out of the lot.

You got there before her, awkwardly, and stood outside. She arrived 5 minutes after you, striding toward you with an absolute purpose. "Someone's eager." She said, smirking. She let you in and you sat your bag down, then kicked off your heels. You were so much shorter than her without your heels, and it was oddly hot. "Can I get you anything?" She knew you wanted to fuck, and you weren't having it.

You grabbed her and kissed her roughly, groaning when she grabbed your waist and pinned you to the counter. Her warm tongue breached your lips and massaged yours, with nothing sweet about it. She grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island. "I'm so much older than you baby," She mumbled into your neck. "We probably shouldn't do this."

"It turns me on, Ms. Anderson." You moaned as her teeth came into contact with your favorite spot on your neck. You ground your hips into the air, looking for anything with friction.

"Oh, you want me so bad, princess." She mocked, cupping your cunt. You cried out, grinding into her palm. "Have you ever been with a woman?" She asked, grabbing your hips to grind them against her palm.

"N-no one," you whimpered, "I've never been with anyone." You expected her to remove her hand and tell you to leave, that she wouldn't do it, but she didn't. She swiftly lifted you off the island and placed you on the floor.

"I'm gonna ruin you, baby. Now follow me." You took her hand as she led you up the steps and down the hall to her bedroom, where she locked the door. "Take your dress off and lay down." You did as she said, but she disappeared into a room off of her bedroom. You heard the water running while you laid down, and she came back out moments later.

Her hands were washed and she had a strap in one of them that she sat down on the nightstand. She shed her shoes and buttoned down, tossing them in a pile with your dress, then climbed over you. She pushed your knees up around her hips and began kissing your neck lightly. "How many times do you wanna come tonight, honey?"

"Um.." you were practically braindead by that question. "One?" That's all you needed. Not like you had ever done this before. She groaned softly.

"How's three?" You gasped, rolling your hips into hers. "Three’s good then, sugar?" You nodded quickly, running your hands down her torso. She reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere. You whined as the cold air of her room hit your nipples. Everything suddenly became very real, and it finally clicked that you were laying half naked in your dad's partner's bed while she kneaded your tits and took them in her mouth.

"Oh Abby," you moaned as she bit gently on your nipple. Your head fell back, and you grabbed at her hair to keep her going.

Abby almost came in her boxers after hearing you moan her name. She had wanted this since the day she met you, but never made a move. Her cunt was throbbing, and she was just about ready to hump her bed like she was some kind of high schooler giving head for the first time.

Abby ran her thumb down your pussy over your underwear, moaning at the way you squirmed under her. She ran her finger over your heat again, flicking your clit gently this time.

There was slick surely running down your thighs, but you couldn't focus on that. The thought of making a mess in Abby's bed sounded amazing to you, though.

She kept going with that motion, stopping if you squirmed too much. "Abby.. fuck, I-I need it, please." You begged as she circled your clit rather roughly.

"Need what, princess?" You wanted to pretend like you were sick of the teasing, but you weren't. You liked how desperate she was making you, you wanted to beg for her to touch you. You wanted her to praise you for everything that you did right.

"Need you," you groaned.

"Atta girl," she kissed your thigh as she started dragging your underwear off. "You're doing so well, baby." Her eyes went wide as she realized actually how wet you were, basking in the idea that it was all for her.

Abby started sucking a hickey into your thigh as you whined under her, grabbing at her braid. "Abby," you pulled her up. "Take out your braid." She did as told, pulling the ponytail out and putting it around your wrist. She looked impossibly better with her blonde hair down.

After many more moments of teasing, she finally licked a strip up your cunt, making you throw your head back and groan. She sucked and flicked your clit, finding a perfect rhythm that you loved. It didn't take long for your stomach to tighten, but when she slowly pushed her middle finger into you, you knew you were gone.

She pumped it lightly, making sure you could take it, before adding her ring finger. She curled them, hitting something that was too much, but felt so good at the same time. "T-too much, Abby," I moaned, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to squirm away from her fingers. She didn't stop, though, with every pump of her fingers she hit that spot, making your head spin. "Abs, ah, I'm gonna- fuck,"

"That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers." Your back arched off the bed, and your vision went white as you did as told, coming on her fingers. It felt like hours of her coaxing you through it, but in reality it had only been a couple seconds. "You did so well, princess."

You were sure you looked blatantly unattractive, covered in sweat with your hair all messed up, but Abby was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world. Like she wanted to fuck the everlasting shit out of you.

Abby, on the other hand, looked phenomenal. You wanted to take a picture of her right now and keep it forever. Make it your wallpaper, print it, fuck yourself to it. Her hair was frizzy from you yanking on it, her eyes were dark. But probably the hottest thing was the spit that was covering her chin, and it was obviously from you, which made everything so much better.

She wiped her face on the back of her hand, then laid next to you. "I want you to ride my face, pretty girl." You sat up on your knees, looking at her with wide eyes.

"But.." you wanted to, you truly did. But you knew nothing about how to do it. "What if I suffocate you?" She shrugged.

"Worth it." She sat up, tugging you forward by your hips until you were sitting in her lap. "It's easy. You won't even have to do anything but sit. I'll do the rest." She smirked as you pushed up, moving towards her face until your cunt was right over her mouth. You were suddenly conscious of everything, wondering if she would be weirded out with anything you had going on, even though she already ate you out once.

She grabbed your hips and pulled you down, making you squeak a little. You could've sworn the world stopped when she started moving her tongue. The angle was better than when you were laying down, and you could watch her. You reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her head up. You were moaning louder than you had ever, head back with your eyes squeezed shut.

Abby was sure she was going to pass out. Not from lack of air, but from the fact that she had an absolutely gorgeous girl on her face, whining her name and begging for her to continue everything she was doing.

Abby moved one of her hands from your hip to her belt, unclipping it single handedly, and unzipping her pants. She was going to wait, rub one off after you had already left, but she couldn't anymore. She teased herself briefly before slipping two of her fingers between her folds, bucking up into her hand.

She was moaning into your pussy, using one of her hands to rub your clit. You wished she could talk because you loved her praise, but if this is what you got in return for not talking, you were fine with it.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," you ground your hips into her face as your stomach came undone and you came for the second time. You were so exhausted, so ready to curl up in her arms and go to sleep, but at the same time, you wanted to keep going, wanted to see what she'd do to you.

She tapped your thigh a few times and you wobbled up, falling into the bed next to her. "I'm tired," You tell her, fingers tracing circles on her chest. "But I want you to tie me up." You looked up at her, putting on an innocent expression, even though your thoughts were absolutely not innocent.

Abby's eyes widened. She hasn't tied someone up since she was like 20, but she was trying to take into account that you were young and still trying to figure out what you were into. And, I mean, tying you up definitely wasn't the worst thing someone could ask for.

So she did. With rope. You loved the way it felt around your wrists, loved the way you were bound to her headboard.

Abby slid her pants off, leaving her boxers and sports bra, which both fit her phenomenally. Your stomach flipped as she grabbed the strap from her nightstand and slipped it up to her hips. She came back over you, sitting up on her knees briefly while she pushed one of your legs up so that it was pressed against your chest.

She looked up at you and you gave her a nod. She gently ran the tip of the strap across your clit and down your folds, making you shiver. “Hurry up, Abs.” You groaned, pushing your hips into the air, trying to take her.

“Patience, darling.” She pushed the tip of her strap into your cunt, and the intrusion burned a little. It was as if your body wanted to push it out and keep it in at the same time. Once you could handle that, she pushed another inch in, waiting for your okay. She went inch by inch until her cock was bottomed out, all of it stretching you open and making you feel amazing.

Abby groaned, head lolling back as the strap pressed perfectly onto her clit. She pushed your other leg up to your chest, holding it softly as she started moving, pulling out just a little before thrusting back in. She wanted to go slow for you, gentle, but she could barely stop herself from fucking into you as hard and fast as she could.

The more comfortable you got, the less easy it was to contain herself. She moved faster, watching your eyes squeeze shut as you moaned. You liked her being rough, you loved how her cock rubbed against your little bundle of nerves every time she fucked into you, everything about it.

"Gonna put a baby in you, sugar," she groaned into your neck as her head fell. "What would your daddy think of that, hm?" Your moans filled the room and the headboard slamming against the wall filled the thick air of the room.

She pushed your legs apart, pressing herself farther onto you as she started sucking hickeys into your neck. She knew she was close, but she wanted to finish with you, so she held it back for as long as she could. That didn’t work very well - she came moments later, moaning into your neck as her thrusts got sloppy. You hardly noticed, too caught up with your own satisfaction.

She kept going, every roll of her hips bring both you and herself closer to your peaks. Again. Your stomach tightened and you threw your head back, screaming her name as you came around her cock. She practically collapsed on top of you as her orgasm hit her hard and fast.

She laid on you for a second before pulling out and rolling off, taking the strap off and tossing it off the bed. “Was that everything you wanted it to be, pretty girl?” She asked, still panting as she wiped a thin layer of sweat off of her forehead.

“Even better.” You said, throwing your arm over your arms. “What do we do now?” You asked lazily, praying to god that she wouldn’t kick you out. That would be extremely embarrassing.

“All you have to do is lay there and look pretty, hun.” She purred. She could make you wet again just from her words, even though you had absolutely nothing left in you. The bed shifted as she got up, walking into the bathroom. The water ran and you sat up, watching as she came back with a cloth hand towel.

Wordlessly, she grabbed your legs and spread them, wiping you off everywhere. You hummed as the warm water washed everything off of you, relaxing into her touch. She massaged your legs and even went as far as giving you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt so that you could sleep over. “Do you do this for all the girls you have over?” You asked. Your back was pressed to her front, her arm thrown over your waist.

“Nah,” she kissed your neck. “Only you, baby. Only you.”

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sweetbuckybarnes · 5 months

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No One Would Miss Me

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington, platonic Benedict Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington

Summary: Benedict finds out Penelope’s big secret.

"Would you excuse me, Lord Debling? I require some fresh air."

"Would you like me to come with you, Miss Featherington?"

"No, thank you, I would like a moment to myself."

Penelope curtsied to Lord Debling and made her way out of the Bridgerton's ballroom and out into the garden. Like previous years, the Bridgerton's Hearts and Flowers ball was a raving success - however, this year it was hosted by the new Viscountess Katharine Bridgerton.

Stepping out into the garden, she looked around at the decorations, before making her way over to where the swings she and Eloise once played on were. Only to see they were currently occupied by the second Bridgerton son.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you, Benedict, I'll come back later," she says, turning around and just as she was about to go running away, Benedict spoke up.

"I don't mind, Penelope. You can keep me company." Penelope sighed and took the free seat next to Benedict. "Are you alright?"

Penelope shut her eyes for a moment, then looked over at him. "If I find myself marrying Lord Debling, I believe I may end up killing him not long after our wedding."

"Not well then?"

She shakes her head. "If I am to be honest with you?" Benedict nods his head. "He is dreadfully boring and rather dull. He cannot hold a conversation, he brushes off every single word I say and, surprisingly, he has more of an appetite than Colin of all people!"

Benedict watches as Penelope reaches over, swipes the cigarette he has hanging between his fingers and takes a drag. "Would not have put you down for a smoker."

"Only when Eloise stole them from you."

"I knew it was her!"

His five-word statement got a giggle out of Penelope, as Benedict looked over at the youngest Featherington daughter, he was surprised with how much he had missed her spending time with them - she and Eloise were always joined at the hip, you would never find one without the other.

"I don't mean to seem like I am prying, but whatever happened between you and Eloise?" He asks, reaching over and taking the cigarette back.

Penelope looked down at the ground. "I kept a secret from her. A very big secret, so much so she refuses to speak to me."

"What was the secret, if I am permitted to know?"

Penelope looked over her shoulder, her auburn curls fanning around her shoulders as her head looked around them - as soon as she deemed them safe from her secret, she looked over at Benedict. "I'm Whistledown," she whispered, loud enough for Benedict to hear, but quiet enough that it would be missed.

They fell into silence for a moment, as Benedict looked at Penelope in surprise. "You? You're Whistledown?" She nodded her head. "Wow, I would not have guessed it was you. Not in a million lifetimes!"

Penelope chuckled a little before the smile fell off her face.

"What I don't understand is why you and Eloise fell out? She practically worshipped Whistledown."

"She somehow worked it out. She went on a tirade about how she never believed I could do something like this, we both said some horrible things, but I knew she wouldn't believe me if I told her the whole truth, so I let her believe I am this vindictive and spiteful woman who only sees the worst in people."

"What is the truth?"

Penelope looks out into the garden, the pair haven't realised that hiding behind a tree is two of Benedict's siblings (Colin and Eloise). "The Queen was suspicious of her. She believed Eloise was Whistledown, I had to do something so she would stop looking at Eloise. If I didn't, I think Eloise would have been beheaded by now."

Benedict's eyes widen. "That might happen to you!"

"No one would miss me."

The three Bridgerton's felt their hearts break in their chests. No more than the third son, Colin Bridgerton. Penelope deemed herself so unworthy of love and happiness, that she was prepared to die alone.

"We would, all the Bridgerton's would," Benedict says, getting off his swing and crouching in front of Penelope.

Penelope shakes her head. "You might for a time, but you would all move on. You'd move away and get married, and so would little Gregory."

"What about Colin?"

"Colin made his feelings known last season," Penelope states. Colin peeks his head around the edge of the tree, seeing his older brother wiping away Penelope's tears with a handkerchief.

"Is that why you plan on getting married this season?"

"If I marry Lord Debling, I will have a title, and I'll be protected."

Benedict tilts his head, having seen the look in his brother's eyes when he poked his head around the side of the tree. "What if you marry a Bridgerton?"

Penelope looked down at Benedict, as it looked like a was currently down on one knee. "Not me!" Benedict laughs.

"If you asked, I would say yes. After your mama and Gregory, you are my third favourite Bridgerton."

Colin and Eloise share a look, they were once Penelope's favourite people, and now they are no better than her mother.

"You know which Bridgerton I am talking about."

"Gregory is far too young, I don't even know if I would be still alive when Gregory enters society."

"You know I mean Colin."

Colin lets go of the tree and stands to the side of the tree, looking between his older brother and the young woman he didn't know he adored. He watched as Penelope shook her head.

"I told you Colin made his feelings known and I have made peace with it." Benedict's confused face must have prompted Penelope to explain. "At my family's ball at the end of last season, I overheard Colin stating to half of the men of the ton, that he would not court me in his wildest fantasies. Which is odd, because I never asked him to court me."

Colin felt all the blood drain from his face. He doesn't remember much from the Featherington's ball last season, other than confronting Penelope's Uncle Jack. They always said a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. Not this sober man.

"That's not true, Pen," Colin made himself known, as his brother got up from the floor and Penelope looked over her shoulder at him, there were tear marks on her face. It broke Colin all the more that his stupid drunk words caused this.

Penelope shook her head and looked away from him. "You do not need to excuse your actions, Mr. Bridgerton."

"Pen, will you please stop calling me Mr. Bridgerton?" Colin crouched down in front of her, watching over her shoulder for a second as Benedict walked over to where tears were silently falling down Eloise's face. "I am Colin. I have always been Colin to you."

"We need not act so familiar with each other, Mr. Bridgerton. Especially if I am to marry Lord Debling at the end of the season."

Colin watched Penelope for a moment. "You know there is a name which holds more protection than that of Lord Debling?"

"Who's?"

"Mine."

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prythiansfavoritefox · 2 months

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I was still mulling over all he said when I slipped into my tent to finally change out of my leathers, leaving him and Elain to go find a place to wash up. And talk—perhaps.

Did you ever wonder what was said between the two of them? Well I wrote what I imagined transpired between them!

Lucien and Elain went to another tent, carrying buckets of water with them to wash themselves. Lucien had noticed for a relatively small woman, she packed a surprising amount of strength in her body. All that gardening must have paid off.

He hardly had any idea what to say to her. That had never been a problem for him in the past. He always knew the right thing to say in every situation, even if he didn't always say it (like with Amarantha). But with Elain...words simply left his brain. It was maddening. Cauldron knew he wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know how.

He hadn't failed to notice how Elain had deflected the kill of the King of Hybern to Nesta, even though it was her shot that had ultimately led to his demise. She might not have beheaded him, but she ultimately was the cause of his death. She must know that. But Elain, Lucien observed, was far more peaceful than her sisters. Perhaps the idea of taking another's life was abhorrent to her. That, at least, he could understand. Perhaps there was some sense in their mating bond, after all.

"You're staring," Elain pointed out. Lucien snapped out of his thoughts. "I-er-sorry." Lucien pinched his nose. This was going disastrously. "I was just thinking."

She tilted her head like a curious doe. "Of what?" She placed the large bucket in her arms down, picking up a small bucket to scoop water with to wash her hands.

Shutting up was not Lucien's strong suit, so naturally, the only option was to nervously ramble. "That I am guessing the King of Hybern was your first kill, and I know you despise violence, and so do I, but it's something that unfortunately we have to do under extreme circumstances, and I just wanted to say, that I understand your reluctance to accept that kill. I cried a lot the first time I took a life, and especially after Jesminda, violence disturbs me."

Elain peered at him with those curious eyes again. "Who is Jesminda?"

Lucien internally cursed himself for his inability to shut the fuck up. Not that he wished to hide Jesminda from her, but...he did not wish to speak of her at this time.

"My...well, she was to be my wife. Long ago. Unfortunately, that did not turn out well for either of us."

"Your father killed her?"

Lucien blinked. "How did you know?"

Elain shrugged. "Lucky guess." How the hell was that a lucky guess? He wondered what stories Feyre had told Elain about him. Had she spoken all about his father? Not like Feyre knew all that much about Beron herself.

Just then, Elain began to unbutton her shift. Lucien couldn't control his blush. "Yeah, well, I'll just..." then Lucien pointed in the opposite direction. Elain ignored him. Lucien cursed himself. There was no need to say anything in that situation. Motherfucking idiot. He quickly stripped and began to bathe in the water he had. He tried to ignore the sounds Elain made behind him, focusing on his own shower, but silence bothered him, and his stupid tongue desired to speak again.

"I understand if you're hesitant about the mating bond," he began. Still nothing.

"I just wanted to say...well you're immortal now. And I'm also immortal. You have all the time to decide what you want to do."

He finished off and began to reach for his towel, determinedly avoiding looking at Elain. As he dried himself off, she softly said, "You can look now."

Cautiously, Lucien turned towards her. "Thank you," she said. "For giving me space." She took a deep breath. "I-well, you know I was to be married. I still love him, but I know now that he never loved me." A little steel entered her eyes and her next words were colder. "Otherwise, he would've never rejected me so heartlessly simply because my body changed."

Rage took hold of Lucien's body, a desire to rip Graysen to shreds for having ever claimed Elain, for daring to hurt her feelings in such a heartless way. An uncontrollable mating instinct. He grit his teeth and clenched his fists, weathering the instinct. Deep breaths. One. Two. Finally, he managed to gain a hold of himself enough to speak. "If it makes you feel better, he's ugly and stupid with an eternal stick up his ass," Lucien suggested.

To his relief, Elain burst out laughing. "That does make me feel quite a bit better." Lucien felt a surge of confidence, the last of his anger dissipating, and he gave a bow. "I am at your service m'lady." Elain smiled. "Duly noted, m'lord." Something in his chest sparked at that.

My lord, she had called him.

Her lord.

Her mate.

Her Lucien.

#lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien #fanfic

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lebenspurpur · 2 years

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yet another Vincent story

AN: I won't even apologize anymore.

Warnings: canon backstory of the brothers, a stab wound

Word Count: ~1200 words

"Don't even know how you managed to do that.", Bo scoffs as he stands above you, arms crossed in front of his chest, lips curved in a tight sneer. "I mean, the fucker was really not that fast, ya know?", he's smirking now, and you can clearly hear the amusement behind his cold words.

It reminds you of the days back when you first arrived in Ambrose. Bo had been so mean, so cruel. He belittled you whenever he could, insulted you whenever he could. You were nothing more but a stay they picked up, a helpless little victim in need of someone to give their life a purpose. Bo always made sure you knew who was in charge, and it was definitely not you.

Never in your life did you imagine you would get along with the rude mechanic, but here you are. Sitting on the floor in front of him, sending playful glares his way while he makes fun of you.

"He had a knife.", you cradle your injured leg to yourself while you glance up at him, "That's just not fair."

The bleeding stopped a few minutes ago, but there's still a dull ache thumping through your left leg. The tourist had panicked after he saw Vincent behead his friend, and after fleeing down the main road, he met you in the kitchen of the Sinclair residence. Convincing the man of your innocence was useless, and if Bo hadn't intervened, you would've ended up with a lot more than a stab wound.

Both of you turn your heads as Vincent appears in the door frame. One look at his bloodied sweater and hands, and you avert your eyes from his masked face. Something about the silent twin always makes you feel small.

"Ah, I'll leave you to it, then. Patch 'em up real good, Vinny. I need them to be able to do the laundry.", another shit-eating grin, and the brown-haired Sinclair is out of the door, heavy footsteps slowly fading away.

The silence his absence leaves is deafening. You shift uncomfortably and avoid looking up at the other Sinclair. Vincent hasn't moved since he entered the room. As always, he's silent, unpredictable, frightening, and yet, intriguing.

Just when you're about to speak to interrupt the terrible, terrible quietness in the room, Vincent moves his legs and opens a cabinet next to him.

You're in his father's old office, stuffed with strange-looking medical devices and awards. There's not much you know about Victor Sinclair, but you know enough to know that he didn't deserve even half of these prizes. The brothers never talk about it, but there's a story behind Bo's scars and Vincent's mask. Hidden whispers of the dreadful things they had to endure.

Vincent is quiet while he searches through the cabinet and soon, he's turned around again, some bandages, wipes, and disinfectant in his hands. You try not to move away as he kneels down in front of you. Your eyes focus on your hands on your knees, and you suck in a breath as Vincent pulls your leg closer to him, so it's stretched out on the floor.

His touch is warm as he examines the wound, fingers wandering up your thigh. He presses into your skin, listening closely to your sounds to check if you're in pain, but you only hold still and pray for this to end soon. Pleased with the result, he grabs a piece of paper from the desk behind him, quickly scribbling down a sentence.

You curse yourself for meeting his eyes as he hands you the note.

"It's not deep, I don't need to sew it.", you read and sigh in relief. The last thing you need is someone sewing that thing shut, least of all Vincent. "Thank god.", is your only answer, and the Sinclair in front of you nods slowly.

Just as you relax a little, Vincent's hands are back on your thigh. You tense up when he twists your leg a little, holding it still with one of his large hands. Something in your tummy feels fuzzy as you think about the strength hidden beneath the artist's slender fingers.

They're covered in speckles of dried blood and tiny scars, littered all across his pale skin, evidence of his experiences in life thus far. If he tried to, he could easily twist your leg farther and break the bone like a stick. You don't know why that makes the feeling in your tummy grow stronger.

Your body hair stands up as Vincent wets one of the wipes with disinfectant and begins to remove the dried blood. He works carefully, tenderly even, and you find yourself enjoying the sensation of his skin on yours. You even begin to relax your muscles a little.

When the wipe reaches the end of the stab wound, you hiss at the sudden sharp pain. Vincent's head shoots up and in the few quick milliseconds in which your gazes meet, you swear you see a deeply apologetic hue flash in his blue eye.

"It's alright, sorry, I was just unprepared.", you chuckle awkwardly and Vincent's hand hovers a few more moments before he touches you again. For some reason, you feel like you missed his touch.

Even though the room is thick with tension, the minutes fly past, and soon, you're all bandaged. Vincent's fingers linger for a few more seconds before he pulls his hand away.

Nonetheless, he doesn't stand up, and you lift your eyes to look at him, suddenly feeling confident. Vincent's long dark strands of hair frame his pale mask as he looks at you, blue eye intensely focused on you. He looks focused, insanely focused, and you feel hot beneath his never-ending gaze.

Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, his jaw, his neck, his wide shoulder, and you mentally stop yourself from going any further. You're not checking out Vincent Sinclair.

"Thank you.", your voice is embarrassingly hoarse, and you clear your voice, the sound unbelievably loud in the soundless room. Your eyes focus on his again, returning his intense look with an equal amount of confusing tension. And then it all happens so fast.

One of Vincent's hands dashes forward to rest on your thigh, the other swipes his mask to the side to reveal his mouth, and then his lips are on you. They're chapped, and way too hot for your slow-processing mind, but nevertheless, you equal his passion immediately.

Your lips meet in a rough and heated kiss, teeth clicking as they meet each other. Vincent's eagerness pushes you back and your head hits the wall as Vincent supports his other hand on the concrete.

And then it's over, as quickly as it started. Vincent moves back, adjusts his mask, and stands up, quickly moving away from your body. He stops in the door frame and turns around, sending a last gaze your way before his heavy boots pound down the hallway.

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair x you #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfiction #slasher x reader #slashers #bo sinclair #horror #house of wax fanfic #HOW 2005 #how 2005 #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom

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minzart · 2 years

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Okay, I miss bnp au. What if they have a projector that show memories it show the memories of the canon cast and weird shit they do (and Yuu's unpleasant experience with RSA students calling them a damsel in distress when they clearly they can handle themselves

Anon I think we have a diferent idea of what a fun RSA is for writing, so I'm taking the creative liberty to put a little bit more thought into that last bit You said

Takes place during: meeting the other self

The idea was simple: to get back home the portal had to know where home is! Makes sense right? So one of them had to put on this weird looking hat, so it could track where their original dimension is. They needed someone with a very good memory and a strong connection to that original dimension.... ergo the obvious choice was Yuu of course :)

Like the good little prefect they are, Yuu put that on and waited for... something... and then they passed out, giving Idia the biggest scare of his goddamed life, a commotion was forming around, the villains were, for once, visibly distressed.

Chernabog's tension was palpable, bnpYuu couldn't get closer for the demon mountain held them in fear of a black out or worse... an explosion.

Mickey was the definition of internal panic, he was desperate to get that thing out of Yuu's head, but the risk is massive and what it could cost was too much, so he waits

An argument started to grow between the kids in their fear, false accusations and soon it would reach the adults and teens but then... the projector started working... what it showed wasn't a cartoon, no... it was memories

🌹they were in a stable, that much was obvious, a brown and dark horse looked them up and dow.

Yuu: I don't know about it...

Riddle, who was dressed like a proper equestrian helped them up the black horse: common now I'll be right here! There's nothing to worry about

And then there were

Yuu was galloping out of control screaming and somehow they had the capacity to be upside down

Riddle right behind them in the brown horse screaming and beheading however was on the way

Laughter and cackling could be heard in all the tables, both Riddles faces where red and someone please hold the little one he could strangle a person with his tiny little hands right now if provoked

The queen found amusement in the whole ordeal, such a dashing knight in shiny armor her little rose was! Look at him rescuing the little darling she's so pround!

🦁 the moment was a blur, Yuu was focused only in getting to their destination, marching in fury, blind to their surroundings, the door was kicked open

Yuu: LEONA KING-FUCKING-SCHOOLAR WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!?!

Leona, who was now alerted by all the noise finally took in his suroundings: ah... what? Chuckles* didn't you like the new makeup?

For a brief moment Yuu's eyes passed by a mirror, their reflection showed doodles in their face, in their forehead a big "Leona was here"

And then everything was a blur again as the prefect jumped into Leona's direction who for the briefest of second looked genuinely afraid

Their chase eneded on the fountain

Little Leona was laughing, he couldn't help it, Yuu's face and rage was so funny, ogLeona on the other hand was fighting realy hard to stay put in his "sleep", internaly screaming of embarrassment

Scar ruffled both their head, his little rascals, always so cheeky, "next time use a permanent one"

🐙it was p.e class, Azul was trying to give... questionable advice to a Yuu and Grim

Azul: you just, concentrate and go, there's nothing more to it!

Grim: SAYS THE GUY WHO CAN'T EVEN GO HIGHER THAN 5 MILIMETER!

Azul gets closer: IT'S TEN CENTIMETERS LAST TIME!

Yuu: CAN YOU PRINCESSES SHUT UP-

The broom flies METER ABOVE THE GROUND with all three of them who screams so loud that Yuu goes deaf for a short moment

Azul is fuming in shame, he's red, he's pink, he wants to dive into the nearest box and never be seen in the light of the day again. Contrasting Little Azul who is BEAMING, HE CAN FLY A BROOM HOLLY-

Ursula pats his head in pity, poor boy... flying is aways a bitch for seafolk, she understands, but that was funny as hell

🐍It was history class, Yuu was drowsy almost sleeping when Jamil was easily spotted

The vision become sharper and a low chuckle could be heard from the prefect

Then, Jamil looked their way... and bleeped at them, wich made the prefect giggle

The face become more and more exaggerated with shifts from Yuu showing they themselfs were making more and more stupid face and then a loud bam vane from their side

Abruptly scarring both studnets who had now to face a furious Muzu Trein

The audience was more coowing than laughing, this was such a cute moment for such stoic kids. Wich meant Jamil was living in his hoodie from now own, no more sun light, he can't face society after that nope, not anymore, jamil isn't home please come back never- little Jamil is giggling and when spotted little Yuu they praticaly recreated the scene, too much caught in their own little game that they almost lost the next memory

Now, Jafar chuckled, his little boy could make him proud just bu existing and this was no difernet. "Oh come now boy you made them laugh, if that isn't a show of foundness I don't know what does"

👑 it was night time at Ramshackle, not too late for the two to be awake, you could call this a sleepover, but it was more like chilling in the same room in their phones, until Yuu spoke

Yuu: hm... hey Vil

Vil: hm?

Yuu: have you ever sweeped someone of their feet?

Vil: ... technically yes, but in what context?

Yuu: dance

Vil: ah... yes, that was a comun move in musicals for a while and where in many I participated

Yuu: have you ever been sweeped of your feet?

Vil: ... were are you going with this?

Yuu with the smuguest expression know to exists: that a guess~

And that's how Vil Schoenheit, dorm leader of Pomefiore, found out that little prefect Yuu has been training with mr. Vargas and where now a very strong little bean of a magicless human, how? Why, they shouted him higher tha expected AND CAUGH HIM BACK

It was mostly a shock for the entire theater, they expected a fall, they expected high heels being broken not... every one gives the unconcious prefect a side glance, not that the little prefect could be that strong

Vil was just drinking water hopping noone looked at him, and then the Queen herself "I mean... I can see the apeal" he spits his water. Little Vil is glancing back at little Yuu who is just fixating on him and shouted "WHEN I GROW UP I'M GONNA BE JACKED AND WE ARE ABSOLUTELY DOING THAT!" Little vil has no ideia how to react besides blushing

🏺at a break in pe class Yuu and a trembling Idia where resting by a tree, Yuu murmuring a familiar little tune that caugh Idia's attention

He couldn't help but murmur the song lyrics, what prompted Yuu to follow along, and as the two sang the music picked it's peek and-

Yuu & Idia: FROM ZERO TO HERO AND WHO'DVE THUNK?!

To the point their singing was so loud and enthusiastic, of beat and no harmonies as it is when you sing with friends that they didn't noticed Vargas behind them, who swiftly picked both up "if you both can cause such ruckus you are already rested no? Hehehe now run go go go!"

The audience sang along tbh, and Hades just covered his ears "out of all songs why that one hell", little Idia was singing along and only stoped when spoting Hercules himself beaming at his little cousing, so does like him after all, he might cry hold on-

Idia? What? Never heard of him, theres only annoying hoodie man, no Idia's there no sire, he does nor exist, he isn't here at all, and absolutely not blushing and firing pink hues in his flammable cursed hair like a madman nope

🐲 Yuu was running, behind them a sharp caw was heard, as their vision focuses solely in the next window and they jump

The outside view becoming clear, students gathered changing classes and between them one very familiar pair of horns, quickly thinking Yuu acted

Yuu: TSUNOTAROU CATCH ME!

Only for the dragon fae not exactly expecting child of man to actualybe falling right into his direction,both collapsing into the ground

The Phoenix spell passing rightrough their heads and continuing it's path of flames, leaving two sore students behind

Malleus: what came over your to think I could ever react in ti-

Yuu hugging him: YOU CAUGHT ME!

The audience aws, that was cute, maybe dragon faes aren't so fearsome after all. Malleficent chuckled at the little humans audacity and some fondness grew in her heart for said child, the way her grandchild acted so casual with them made her worry less for his future, since he clearly as at least one friend of his age

Malleus was not expecting that to be the memory Yuu associated with him at all, he was pathetic, not reacting quickly enough to catch them and yet...

Everyone was so distracted that noone noticed until too late a little mischief

Little Yuu jumps out of Chernabog head: TON-TON CATCH ME!

Chernabog was panicking because no matter how fast he cups his hand the fall will still hurt his little one and then-

Little Malleus actualy teleported to little Yuu breaking the fall and falling right into Malleus embrace who just teleported quickly enough and knows how to float

Little Malleus: WE CAUGHT YOU!

Mickey fainted

⚔ Then, there was their time at RSA

The boys could be... overbearing, they were always ready to help and be useful, it almost looked like their whole purpose of existence was to be just that, wich... made Yuu feel... uncomfortable, useless and unneeded. For someone who was used to have all chores trown in their hands, the new dynamic was... a little bit too much, causing conflict and, for the boys, some good self reflection and revelations

Those times surely marked Yuu, however as time passes the memories changed for more light hearted ones

From catching rabbits with "Alice"

Beating a tired blue haired boy to sleep after dark hours in reviewing the management of his dorm

Studying human history with Rielle and how his eyes shines with excitement

Helping a rough boy prank some bullies

Helping Neige with his busy schedule since he can't say no to people

Training with a himbo

And finaly treating the rose garden of RSA with a sweet boy with a calming voice

The little heroes are stunned, they never expected that in some world they WOULD be friends with Yuu!

And trust me they tried to make friends but... the boys could be very... scary... and possessive of their friend

But seeing their teen selfs befriending Teen Yuu? They little eyes shined with hope and determinatiom

Little Yuu caugh them staring, their response being a small wave of hello and a little smile

Chernabog is... still reluctant in trusting the heroes with his Child... meanwhile Mickey is ABSOLUTELY PROUND, his child can make friends with everyone! Look at them go!

ASKS FOR THE AUS ARE STILL CLOSED!

#twst bnp #twst babies & plans au #twst babies and plans au

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deouxess · 1 year

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i bleed in amber

ambessa raids a city in ionia, beheads a child, and you comfort mel.

tw: beheading, gore, mentions of blood.

mel has always known of her mother's brutality. it itches in the back of her skull, the thought that she comes from a line of murderers.

the great medardas.

or so they call her family of savages. still, she doesn't let it bother her. she never thought she had to see it. she never expected to be forced to face it upfront. she always presumed that that would be left to her brother; the eldest, the heir, the less weak of the two.

she was always more of a diplomat than a fighter, even more so than her brother. the least she thought she would have to do was give the penalty of death and leave it in the hands of others. and she would've come to terms with that and the guilt it carried because such is the life of a medarda.

mel wishes she'd have anticipated the outcome.

you survey the estate's properties and damages while mel rambles on about how much she's learned of the country. you hum to indicate your concentration then give a nod to your footmen and motion them away before you interrupt her. an exhale leaves you as you screw your eyes shut to stave off the incoming headache. she's not going to like this.

“mel, dove?”

“yes?”

“what will you do under the circumstances that we have to dispose of a native?”

as chief consort, overseeing mel's education and her progress with her tutors are your obligation. so is asking rational, relevant questions like these. that didn't mean you enjoyed it. she didn't falter and quickly answered with;

“strip them of their possessions and send them elsewhere.”

she turned to you with a practiced coolness and a look of hope in her eyes, sure that her answer would please you. you steeled yourself for your next question as you drew out a breath and shut your eyes.

“what do you do in the circumstance where we must be rid of them completely?”

you can hear the wind blowing the weight of the portiere softly as the air tenses. you can tell she's tense. she looks you in the eye as she combs her brain for answers and comes up short. finally she offers an answer.

“public execution.”

with slight dourness in her tone. you both pause and for a moment, her eyes flash with something. hurt?

“I never meant to—”

“your eminence? lady medarda awaits you in the cathedra.”

you nodded and turned to mel.

“how about you head there first and i'll follow? i've got some things to finish up.”

you surmised you could give your apology another time.

you swore the whole room was gold with the way it illuminated. the crystal roof that reflected the aurulent doors were ingenious. or they would be, once the blood was scrubbed off the walls.

“he offered me a gold coin for every—”

“weapon you had collected from the fallen? we know dear, you've told that one already.”

“not to her.” she turns to you and gives you a half smirk before turning back to her second born. you could say your relationship has improved since the enthroning situation. in fact, she hasn't tried to kill you since. you stand behind her and hear mel prattle on excitedly about the image their figurehead should have. the child looks to her mother for approval with hope in her eyes as ambessa smiles down at her.

"perhaps she could be my daughter.”

she looked so shocked you struggled not to laugh.

“you would give me a throne?”

“i will give you the world child, if you prove you can take it”

your attention shifted to the door, if it could even be called that, stood two guards and.... a girl, it seemed? the wind blew heavily while ambessa seemed to ponder over her.

“what should we do with her?”

ah, a test. an opportunity.

“she won't be any trouble for us. strip her of her possessions and send her to the far colonies.”

you knew that wouldn't do it for ambessa.

“she is a symbol of the old regime. we kill her now. if we do, we spare needing to kill thousands in her stead.”

it's a mercy you suppose, only killing one to possibly save the lives of others. but it's too much for her, you can tell. mel's lithe body shakes like a leaf as she wavers and searches for something, anything to palliate her mother.

“we could show the people we are merciful.”

her voice shakes, the poor child. and you walk forward to hold her steady. ambessa walks away, and for a moment all is well as you both let out a breath. before ambessa turns and slashes the child's throat. her head falls clean off her shoulders and you hold a hand to your mouth. mel begins to shake again and you grasp her shoulders.

“breathe, schatje, breathe.”

you whisper in her ear as you hold her close. she stands stock still and lets out a squeak as she watches the blood pool, her eyes wide. ambessa turns to you both and her eyes flick in between the two of you, huddled together like frightened children.

“a wolf has no mercy.” she advises before walking off.

#apart of concubine!reader au #ambessa medarda #ambessa #platonic!mel x reader #ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda x reader #platonic!mel medarda x reader #mel medarda x reader #mel x reader #medarda x reader #was seriously considering making reader mel's tutor #mel #mel medarda

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plutvisual · 2 years

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i bleed in amber

ambessa raids a city in ionia, beheads a child, and you comfort mel

tw: beheading, blood, gore, brutality, and shame

mel has always known of her mother's brutality. it itches in the back of her skull, the thought that she comes from a line of murderers.

the great medardas.

mel wishes she'd have anticipated the outcome.

“mel, dove?”

“yes?”

“what will you do under the circumstances that we have to dispose of a native?”

as chief consort (as well as the only one), overseeing mel's education and her progress with her tutors are your obligation. so is asking rational, relevant questions like these. that didn't mean you enjoyed it. she didn't falter and quickly answered with;

“strip them of their possessions and send them elsewhere.”

“what do you do in the circumstance where we must be rid of them completely?”

“public execution. to send a message.”

she says with slight dourness in her tone. you both pause and for a moment, her eyes flash with something. hurt?

“I never meant to—”

“your eminence? lady medarda awaits you in the cathedra.”

you nodded and turned to mel.

“how about you head there first and i'll follow? i've got some things to finish up.”

you surmised you could give your apology another time.

you swore the whole room was gold with the way it illuminated. the crystal roof that reflected the aurulent doors were ingenious. or they would be, once the detritus was scrubbed off the walls.

“he offered me a gold coin for every—”

“weapon you had collected from the fallen? we know dear, you've told that one already.”

“perhaps she could be my daughter.”

she looked so shocked you struggled not to laugh.

“you would give me a throne?”

“i will give you the world child, if you prove you can take it”

your attention shifted to the door, if it could even be called that, stood two guards and.... a girl, it seemed? the wind blew heavily while ambessa seemed to ponder over her.

“what should we do with her?”

ah, a test. an opportunity.

“she won't be any trouble for us. strip her of her possessions and send her to the far colonies.”

you knew that wouldn't do it for ambessa.

“she is a symbol of the old regime. we kill her now. if we do, we spare needing to kill thousands in her stead.”

it's a mercy you suppose, only killing one to possibly save the lives of others. but it's too much for her, you can tell. perhaps you should step in, calm them both down. while you ponder mel's lithe body shakes like a leaf as she wavers and searches for something, anything to palliate her mother.

“we could show the people we are merciful.” she begs,

her voice shakes, the poor child. as you walk forward to hold her steady, ambessa walks away, and for a moment all is well and you both let out a breath. that's before ambessa turns and slashes the child's throat. her head falls clean off her shoulders and you hold a hand to your mouth. mel begins to shake again and you grasp her shoulders.

“breathe, schatje, breathe.”

“a wolf has no mercy.” she advises before walking off.

fucking brute.

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mikaharuka · 1 year

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The Super Mega Word Search Post!

After my Find that Word... 4x (seriously?!) post last week, I figured I'd just sit for several days as the tags added up. And add up those tags did! I was tagged by 7 people over 15 posts for a total of 108 words!

So I simplified it to 3 words/tag... or at least that was the plan, until I noticed that all but four words appeared in one chapter - Azure. And not just that - I counted 43 of the 108 words within Azure alone!

So it turned into a flexing game - sue me lol

(the purple is special - see my reblog for my shame)

@mrsmungus - apartment, arch, autumn, burn, celebrate, christen, clasp, cold, curl, drift, dress, electric, forgot, honest, hover, humid, leave, life, likeness, mountain, never, river, sample, send, shimmer, snack, spiral, splinter, station, stifle, stroke, summer, sunrise/sunset, switch, take

@oceangirl24 - arrangement, behead, bless, breathe, buffet, build, cast, committee, dangerous, discover, draft, dressing, flash, fossil, go, hilarious, information, jealous, marine, merchant, pipe, poison, quantity, reason, second, seminar, sport, steel, undertake, visit, wardrobe, workshop

@tsunderewatermelon - choke, clung, creep, dangle, flick, gaze, gulp, held, hit, lay, moved, poke, prove, scratch, sneak, sick, stare, swung, touch, walk, watch

@alpaca-clouds - annoying, breath, hair, soup, tension

@danceswithdarkspawn - danger, feather, moonlight, relax, touch

@aohendo - assess, hazard, manage, mitigate, risk

@frostedlemonwriter - gross, love, still, tense, yellow

Your Words: bloom, current, energy, focus, heat, press, spicy

As for tags... eh, just the seven of you who tagged me. Beyond that, I'll leave the usual open tag for anyone else who is interested in this.

Obvious NSFW warning for Azure by default. The remaining four words are scattered across the other chapters of Apricity, like usual...

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[From Sapphire-12]

Annoying. Not being able to objectively or clearly describe anything was very annoying.

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[From Sangria-13]

“Pretty much. As you probably guessed, the government knows of the mystic world. They tried to control and manage that piece of land, but Il Centro quickly stepped in and shut their attempts down.”

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[From Midnight-14]

Mike took a deep breath and ran his eyes over the vampire’s form, critically assessing his features just as the man was so casually doing to him in turn.

Fucking hell, he really was an idiot. If the instability was related to Beau, then of course mentioning him ran the huge risk of worsening that instability. What a careless mistake.

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[From Azure-11]

Bears, mountain lions, coyotes, and wolves among others made themselves known, adding themselves to the growing buzz.

Rather than the beaches he had hoped to see, instead lay an open field bathed in the bright moonlight.

They were seated in a circle around a fire by the base of giant cedar, speaking to one another, relaxed in a very intimate way they never were with anyone else. The scarlet aura cast by the leaves above and the cozy breeze brushing against everything like gentle feathers, created a warm and comforting current that swirled about them. Wanting to see what they were doing with the plants in hand, Beau carefully walked around the edge of the clearing.

He tried to move closer, but found himself frozen, held in place by a cool current swirling about him.

The tree line crept into the meadow until all earth, life, and sky was once again overtaken by the dark azure hollow.

The man before him now regarded Beau with relaxed posture, hooded eyes, and an alluring smile, a different sort of hunger painted across his face.

The azure light cast a cool tint onto already pale features, adding a sharp edge to what used to be warm gold eyes and blond hair, leaving behind harsh shadows across his face.

The man pushed off the tree and matched his pace, eyes darkening even further with each predatorial stride forward and each rousing gaze over his form. Beau was still a few yards away when his knees suddenly gave way and the man vanished from sight.

Within seconds, familiar arms captured him from behind, pulling Beau beneath him, against a form he knew all too well...

Dark gold eyes were far more metallic now, a strange fusion resulting in bright electrum, an almost cool white with a bright yellow tint...

The mere idea only added more fuel into the fire already building deep within him...

'You taste positively divine, lovely boy'

Shocked by the hoarse voice deepened by desire, Beau gasped again, allowing the man to take advantage once more and deepen the kiss.

Beau’s heart pounded even harder as a very familiar lust burned through his body, making him let go and submit to the onslaught, like a puppet with its strings cut.

He let himself drift away, knowing that he would never return to the gentle, peaceful man and softer, quiet dreams from before.

He mustered the last fragments of his willpower and turned his head away, just as the last of his breath was about to slip away from him.

A fingertip traced a familiar pattern just below and soon, a tongue took its place, burning trails of fire across Beau's skin with every caress.

Beau felt a sharp sting near the base of his neck, just above the Mandala, and withstood the sudden flashes of arousal and desire coursing through his body.

Beau slowly opened his eyes and looked up only to meet blood-red eyes staring back at him, heavily dilated in arousal.

Goosebumps spread rapidly and shivers rippled across skin newly exposed to the cold air. It felt empty, alone - something was missing.

Lost within the maelstrom of pleasure, Beau jolted sharply with a single touch, arching his back at the series of sharp twin stings along his inner thighs...

The sensations were all too much and yet still not enough. His voice escaped him, echoing for the first time that night as he frantically moved, desperate to soothe the itch sizzling beneath the surface.

At the same time, cool fingers continued dancing across his skin, stroking along his sides and toying playfully and roughly with hardened peaks before caressing his shoulders and arms...

Wave after intoxicating wave of blazing arousal stacked atop each other, spiraling away into the azure haze with no end in sight...

He desperately ripped his clothes off, fumbled around, and quickly located a half-empty tube and various other items he’d carefully snuck into his room.

"Contemplating the meaning of life," Mike murmured, staring off mindlessly into space.

Mike spoke up. “Even if you aren’t going to prom, wasn’t there some book store or game store you mentioned wanting us to swing by while in the city?”

Oh, right. With his mind otherwise preoccupied, he almost forgot about that.

That suited Beau just fine. He’d help Angela, Athira, and the others with their dress shopping for some time, then head out and swing by a few game shops. And if the Port Angeles bookstore he and Mike were slated to visit tomorrow evening gave them any leads in Seattle to check out, they could swing by those places as well.

He was thankful for his father’s trust as the card would prove helpful in Seattle.

When Beau entered the store for the first time with Mike, he was shocked to discover that the store also doubled as an occult shop, with various metaphysical items sitting in rows behind stationary and crafting supplies.

After the past month… no, two months, since school started, why was Harper giving them information so easily when the others had blocked them?

#find the word tag #my tag games #tag game #my excerpts #apricity #bellisle #carlisle x beau #carlisle x bella #bella x carlisle #winter light

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crestfallercanyon · 1 year

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Fic meme!

AH thanks for tagging me @moriavis!

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! then tag 10 people. (Don't reblog, make a new post).

This sounds terrifically fun! I think I'll randomize which fics I pick too just to make it easier (meaning put it into a random number generator and see what comes out).

Tagging: @coldflasher, @its-tea-time-darling, @dunne-ias, @onceuponabluemoon, @un-ah, @sampharos, and anyone else who wants to participate!!

Here's all my works on AO3.

Thomas isn’t that unlike a child who bites off more than he can chew, gets all of his emotions staining his lips and cheeks once he’s done. From would if I could deny you; Fandom: The Maze Runner

2. Barry completely shut down all conversation when Snart said: “Lewis wasn’t always a bastard.” From Something Out of Nothing; Fandom: The Flash

3. [Gally] keeps muttering the words, “I don’t want to kill you” over and over and over, until eventually they morph, become, “I didn’t want to kill you,” and Thomas can’t harden himself enough to not cry. From Look Who's Inside Again; Fandom: The Maze Runner

4. Only Len can tell a story about beheading and somehow make Barry feel a fluttery feeling in his heart. From Scheherezade; Fandom: The Flash (Rated E for Explicit)

5. Where is that goddamn red army man? Mal has one more move with that thing, and Len swears it’s taunting him from somewhere in their boxed up living room. From Lullabies for Little Criminals; Fandom: The Flash

6. Looking over the ledge, where Stefan’s crumpled body lies on the storage container below, Colin gets this nagging feeling that they could have something more. From The Last Eye to Open (chapter 2); Fandom: Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

7. “I hate Joe for never believing in me that he was innocent and for despising my father for years and trying to convince me he was evil; I hate you for being able to break out of Iron Heights like it’s fucking easy over and over and over while good men like my father are trapped there forever; I even hate Iris for humoring me for years even though she never — she — I mean, the fact that she didn’t think to look up here, too, I just —“ Iris is clearly a hurdle that he still can’t quite jump without catching his toe on, and he stumbles over blaming her for anything even though his eyes burn with the conviction all the same. From Shiva (chapter 2); Fandom: The Flash

8. [Gally] leaves a wad of cash on the nightstand and looks for a notepad to mark it for housekeeping when he hears: “And you worried I thought you were a hooker.” From Intersect (chapter 2); Fandom: The Maze Runner

9. “Be, be freaked out! Be angry! Be confused and terrified with me!” Newt begged, and to his apparent horror he could not keep the tears from overflowing. From the merciless now; Fandom: The Maze Runner

10. It’s not exactly that Allison expected Derek to be chipper, but this level of grouchiness annoys her. “I forget you know what it’s like being a fugitive,” Allison says. From Of All My Crimes (chapter 2); Fandom: Teen Wolf

#memes and games #fic meme!#thanks for the tag <3 #I forget how much I've written sometimes jeepers #hoping to get back into coldflash next year #i miss those two idiots #the maze runner #the flash (cw)#the flash tv #coldflash #thomally #minally #nalby #bandersnatch #black mirror: bandersnatch #teen wolf #derek hale #allison argent

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captainstoneybaloney · 10 days

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I have got to the point where when someone makes an obviously bullshit accusation of someone being a russian misinfo bot if you say anything critical of biden, that's an automatic block.

You KNOW they're not a bot. You just refuse to engage in good faith with what they're saying. You know the things biden does are indefensible, so you don't defend them, instead you make up different stuff to pretend the commenter said, stuff that's a lot easier to argue against, and talk to them like they're a moron. "Oh, and trump's gonna be better how, exactly?" That would be an easy argument to win, if the other person had actually said that. But they didn't. You created a strawman to argue against instead, and are gonna be loud and aggressive about it so they'll just shut up, and you won't have to worry about the ethical implications of defending an evil status quo.

Biden lied, right from the beginning, about having personally seen the nonexistant photos of beheaded babies. He used that to try to trick us into consenting to help them bomb the bejesus out of a captive population.

Biden supports the ban on tiktok, which has been giving the american people a perspective not pre-filtered by major u.s. news sources and social media. If we don't hear those nasty facts, we might stop complaining about helping them do it.

He's also denying that it's a genocide and letting his press people get pissy at reporters when they press them about it.

Biden supports the suppression of the protesting students. Not a surprise, because the BLM protests and what led to them inspired him to tell us how much he loves the cops, and how the answer to police brutality is to just give them more and more money and support.

Let me emphasize this further: biden has access to more information on this situation than possibly any other. There is no question he knows what is actively going on. He is using his power as predident to make it easier for them to commit this genocide. His response to our backlash about this is suppression and punishment of dissent.

Biden campaigned on how fucked up the concentration camps for Mexicans at the border were, and then proceeded to not only do nothing to fix it, but to let it get even worse on his watch, and just never mention it again.

There's the health coverage crisis, that if you remember, when he was running in the primary against Sanders, his platform was to not help us because our ability to choose between insurance providers in the business of not helping us was more important than getting medical care. He said, out of his own mouth, that he was not a progressive.

If trump is standing there, and you draw a line in front of him, no, in fact, fuck no, biden is not nearly different enough from trump to be qualified to stand on the other side of that line and point at trump and call the kettle black.

I undersrand a lot of you are in vulnerable positions. You might say, "hey, i have to vote for him in self-preservation, because the other side are openly planning on criminalizing my existence." To that, I say "fair point." I'm not arguing against it. In fact, and I'll capitalize it for emphasis:

I AM NOT TELLING ANYONE NOT TO VOTE FOR BIDEN. I AM SURE AS FUCK NOT SUGGESTING ANYONE VOTE FOR TRUMP.

I would pay to see both of them fall into an active volcano like the Gollum.

What I am telling people they should do is stop perpetuating bullshit. Stop trying to get people to stop saying true things because it makes it harder to pretend the guy you want them to vote for isn't both stupidly evil and arrogantly obvious about it. Stop acting like it's our obligation to eat shit and pretend it's chocolate ice cream. Stop acting like voting for biden isn't something we're being made to do under the threat of trump. Stop acting like the democrat party isn't encouraging the republicans to get further out of control because it makes it easier for them to look good by comparison while steering, (I won't say "drifting" because that implies it could be accidental) further and further right every year.

Things are dire, but you don't have to be a useful idiot and give your fucking endorsement to things worsening. You don't have to volunteer to help them hold the gun they're pointing at us to coerce us into voting for them. You don't have to run into every post rightfully critcizing biden and accuse people of a psyop while making a show of how hard you can suck his fascist dick.

#american fascism #cult behavior #useful idiots #self deception #fascisim #us politics

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potentialbreakupscng · 2 months

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"Head in the game, okay? Save the ass fucking for later." He rolled his eyes, closing the car door as gently as he could behind him while still making sure it shut all the way. He didn't want to announce their presence, but anything supernatural probably already knew they were here. They weren't exactly being quiet. He wasn't positive Viv was capable of being quiet, but they still had a lot to learn about each other, and she'd surprised him before. He couldn't exactly arm wrestle a vampire out of his car, so short of shooting her--which she had to know by then he wasn't willing to do--he'd pretty much had no choice but to let her come along. "You kill a vampire by beheading it. Machete's best for that. A shotgun might slow one down, but you'd survive it." He pulled out a machete for himself too, his movements slowing as he cast an incredulous look at her. "You don't know how to--? That might have been something to mention before we were on a hunt." He gave a soft growl of frustration. "Just… stand over there and take a couple practice swings. Don't let go of it, and don't stab me. You're strong. It should be… fine." He was moving up some actual training to the top of their list as soon as this was over. Super strength didn't mean shit if she didn't know what the hell she was doing. "If I didn't trust you, we wouldn't be here at all." He debated over the guns for a moment longer, weighing the pros and cons of her having a weapon she was actually familiar with versus one that might not help her all that much against other vampires. In the end, he handed her a sawed off shotgun and took one for himself. It never really hurt to have extra, and he probably would have grabbed one just in case anyway. Better to have it and not need it.

"So, you're saying you're gonna let me peg you later?" she retorts with a wide grin, tipping her head to the side and letting her eyes flick over him as her teeth sink into her lower lip, "I didn't take you for a bottom. I should've known, though. With how much you love getting your ass kicked." Teasing and flirting aside, there was something about Dean that she loved to annoy. Maybe it was because of how easy it was to annoy him, or the fact that it was cute when he got frustrated and annoyed with her. There were things that he did that pushed her buttons too -- and there was some part of her that enjoyed the banter. It made her feel a little more human.

"I'll avoid sharp, slice-y objects then," she noted with a wrinkle of her nose, her hand moving up to rub at her neck before her eyes flicked down to the machete in his hand. Most people would call her stupid for trusting someone like him -- people who killed things like her for a living. She had joined him not too long ago, and she wasn't dead yet. Well, dead officially. "Hey! You wouldn't have let me come if I told you!" They stepped to the side -- boots squishing in the mud below them before she practiced.. She swung it like a bat -- her nose wrinkling when she realized that it wasn't "Should be easy enough."

Viv's eyebrows rose with his words, looking over their shoulder at him and turning around. "And here I thought you were just trying to keep an eye on me," she leaned toward him, raising her eyebrow, "Careful. I might start thinking you like me, which means I'll be even more obnoxious." She took the shotgun from him, letting her eyes flick over it -- this felt far more comfortable for her. Not exactly the same type of things that she would go hunting with -- but this was a different type of hunting than she and her family did. "If I start going all vampy, super strength in there, you're not gonna mistake me for any of the others and chop my head off, are ya?"

@vvaywardhunter continued from discord

#putting my defenses up 'cause i don't wanna fall in love || dean x viv { vvaywardhunter }#{ interaction: genevieve ammond }#vvaywardhunter #{ queue }#weapon mention tw

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thebadtimewolf · 1 year

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i should shut up

i can't talk about girl in the fireplace ep. i just can't. its literally just joan redfern: french edition. gorgeous scenery, lovely spacescraft, cool creatures but, madame de pompadour looked at the doctor and projected louis onto him - much to the obliviousness of the tenth doctor. what her failure in this regard is that the doctor - at the end of the day - will always think he is right and you are wrong and if you are right, then its impossible and or brilliant. A direct foil to King Louis who always thought he was wrong and relied on others based purely on shyness versus the doctor's outgoing. the doctor interjects while louis sits back. and because both reinette thought she was in the right - she failed to realize that the doctor wouldn't be like louis. louis would've stayed but, the doctor? in that year? with no tardis? surrounded by rich aristocrats that were doomed to be beheaded?

baby thats why he left gallifrey in the first place and they were worse!

reinette would've been abandoned before she could do any thing remotely romantic with him even if there was no way back for him.

he would be stuck but, that romance? would've been the same romance as jessica rabbit and marvin acme from who framed roger rabbit (aka literally playing the game patty cake), much to reinette's growing irritated frustration. even reinette had to kiss him (yeah he kissed back blah blah but this is twice for ten someone that wasn't rose herself kissing him and yes, a cassandra!possessed rose isnt rose. neither is a tardis!possessed rose kissing nine. i want genuine rosenine and roseten alienhuman kisses ya cowards!) and at that point of the season, if anything, only reinette would've shoved it into romance. ten showed time and time again that he is fine with not kissing (unless the impenting threat of a situation that requires it because he loves running his mouth more)

just like joan, reinette was never a contender. sad that she died, yes, sad that she left the letter we got to hear from dw: lockdown, yes. but if it had been beyond that? her traveling with him? in the show? girl wouldve been given the cold shoulder fast and swift. just like rose got mickey to catch on what they actually do when landing somewhere and dr runs off, it would be rose telling reinette what to really do to be a fellow seasoned dr travelling company.

by the time reinette would've gotten the hang of it with help, queen elizabeth i would've been had armies on her side with no help. just like in the 50th. thats the difference between being an historical advisor slash mistress who wouldve been treated just like how she saw those "little girls" (but in the doctor's case, she would've been dropped off in the middle of 2005 toys r' us christmas night and dipped for nearly 7 hours) and the most notable headstrong queen that (like heavily implied by everyone including ten himself) was able to not only get the doctor to consentually go all the way but, didn't demean other travellers thst were with him (travellers that were romantically in favor of him. also she journed missy's chat room and im just like! my oldest best friend-boyfriend versus the time lord king of england and scotland like she got bragging rights)

ten really said i'll fuck a royal conqueror before i even have one out our three quarters of a thought to even consider the possibility of fucking reinette. it took me to the point of marrying off my now-a-person hand to rose to even consider settling down with her when previous comics showed i would be more than happy to settle down with lucita marne (a witch), dr. grace holloway, and river song thrice (?) at a drop of a hat of my own alien volition.

like reinette? are you not embarrassed? ten saw reinette as a good 1600s 1700s flirt of a time and only flirting. like its second hand embarassment but worse because they really thought they were right. i think thats why ppl dont like reinette or rather how moffat writes dr x historical female figure romance.

chibnall did better on dr x historical female figure romance and still retained thasmin whereas moffat failed in this regard. he did get better with capaldi but only with 12 x river than etd ever did with rose x 9 x ten x tentoo (im saying we shouldve gotten tentoo earlier in torchwood and had episodes not just BOOM INSTANT ATTRACTION IMMEDIATELY JUST LIKE ROSE DID WITH JACK AND ADAM LIKE NO BIG DEAL SURELY THIS WONT GO WRONG AGAIN?? CROSS FUNGERS THAT HE DONT DIE LIKE THE OTHERS EHEHE 'does it need saying' FUCK YOU DOCTORROSE SHIPPERS????

we deserve better than time skips and montages if you're going build it up to a non possessed rose kiss and its not with the alien she had to be possessed by two different mind-killing entities to smooch? on the mouth? (yes i remembered nine's proud fatherly forehead kiss he gave rose) like cmon now. how you set up everybody else to be the monsterfucker but when it came down to it, she chose the human?

like. im immensely disappointed in reinette but, thats joan redfern in french so, we get what we got. but its ugh the only ones we know canonically chose and fucked the monster who is the dr while they were essentially the human in the scenario is queen elizabeth i. and river. nefertiti. the iconique matilda the painter and a king louis ii mistress unnamed. and cameca from the aztecs?? yeah. thats it really. maybe marilyn monroe. maybe cleopatra (though its implied by mickey and rose in school reunion that we were robbed of an strictly egypt adventure) and maybe... thinly veiled, charley and yaz?

yeah i can't talk about girl in the fireplace. i can't talk about stone rose because the bbc cut out a whole portion of the book in the audio that david read and im more upset over that.

#tv: doctor who #bw: out of ethos #{see i cant talk about certain episodes because yall will get mad that hes monoamorous and i get mad that everyone isnt polyamorous}#{its space! time! with literal monstershaggin! why yall bein tory conservative about this dr x xyz ship? hell no wonder i like dr x tardis}

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cbncb0280 · 1 year

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Lost (Ben Solo X Reader) - Chapter 40

A/N: Warning: Mature Content included. Does get quite smutty in some ways... ...and this is no dream in the story, whatsoever... 😛🤪😘🤫😂😀

Under 13s, please keep off this unless you feel absolutely ready to read something like dis... besides, this is ideally a 15+ story after all...

Alex, Ben & Y/N's Pov

After Alex had turned on his beautiful yellow lightsaber along with Ben's blue lightsaber and his envious, malicious face like a volcano ready to erupt.

Suddenly, both bursted out clashing each other's lightsabers against one another's. You just watched, not able to say a word. Why was Ben so mad even though you two had broken up over a year ago?

"It's too late for you Ben, she's all mine now. I can sense it through the Force, and that's only the truth" Alex began.

"BIG LIAR!" Ben screeched like Lara, "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH SOMETHING THAT'S MINE! YOU'VE JUST COMMITTED TOXIC THIEVERY!"

"Welp, I'm not afraid of you Ben. And I personally feel as though you want to turn to Lara's side even though she's dead."

"SHUT UP! I HATE THAT BITCH OF ALL BITCHES GIRL! I'VE ALWAYS HATED SUCH A BULLY, LIAR AND UGLY, UNWORTHY PIECE OF F***ING TRASH! GIVE ME BACK WHAT I OWE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

Out of pure anger of hearing Ben's words, you turned on your green lightsaber you had in your pocket and felt ready to fight. And you knew exactly who you wanted to fight against...

"Welp, she's all mine. And you'll never get her back cus all you did was abandon her and you literally stole her from me in the first place, Ben Solo-Wolo!"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!" Ben screamed while attacking Alex and almost zapping him through his neck, "YOU'RE BECOMING LIKE THAT STUPID BRATTY FATTY BITCHY LARA GIRL AND YOU'VE TURNED Y/N INTO ONE TOO ALONG WITH QUEENIE AND EVERYONE ELSE! YOU STOLE HER!"

Your lightsaber crashed onto Ben's in such raging, powerful infuriation.

"Leave us alone, Ben. Now!" You snapped angrily at him loudly, "we don't want you here so just leave us both alone, you fricking idiot!"

In atrocious shock, Ben couldn't believe what he'd just heard from that once, quiet, sweet, naive, unique, unbitchy, empathetic, understanding, supportive, shy, beautiful girl he had over a year ago. Yes, it was his fault to why they split up, but his overpossissiveness was making him want to force her to come back to him. His dark side had taken over him and he felt as though he wanted to unfairly punish her and make up with her. And the way he would do that is by clinging her to the walls in such a threatening way, ripping all her clothes off, biting her neck, then thrusting himself inside of her. And he so badly wanted to do that now that he was fifteen years old. He was to turn sixteen in a few more months anyway so yeah, he was a good enough age.

"THAT'S THAT!" Ben yelled at Alex after attacking him and nearly beheading him. He wanted to kill him so badly. Oh yes, he did! He wanted to give him a very very very violent death just like Macbeth gave to MacDonwald... !

You faught Ben back but then he pushed you away through the Force, making sure you couldn't move...

Your lightsaber went off too and you were suffering...

But then, Alex's amazing talent pushed Ben out the open window and then he dropped and fell to the ground. You were thankfully alright after all that pain you felt. Alex also had Ben's lightsaber too after making his hand let go of it too!

Alex closed and locked both the door and all windows, then he started snogging you again. Really hardly and passionately. Which unfortunately eventually lead to something during that entire night...

No, it wasn't smut, definitely not, but you and Alex were sure the hell thinking about it. But what really happened was that after a lot of rolls and snogging along with a lot of neck and forehead kiss, hair and back massages and even Alex sucking your nipples a little (A/N: I am desperately sorry if this makes you cringe... it's my first time ever writing stuff like this online so please don't judge me for it), you slept together while cuddling. Dreaming of you both making out, feeling the best sensual and sexual feelings you two have ever felt in your entire lives. Ben never found out thankfully in those dreams you two shared.

Like ever since you got to know each other better over a year ago, he began to help you become a lot more self-confident and energetic. You both shared a lot in common through your smart Jedi skills and your love for learning as well as being a brave, supportive friend. You also had family members who were once among the Dark Side too...

So both of you secretly, although it was obvious too, began to fall deeply but slowly in love with each other. And now the time eventually arrived for them both. Could they make out the next day?

Alex definitely hoped it would happen soon as long as Y/N's period didn't come along soon. Thankfully, it had ended a couple of days ago so hopefully she'd be alright. Ben would certainly have a huge temper tantrum though that he may destroy the entire place...

When you two women up, you two both kissed passionately good morning then felt highly tempted to do more...

However, after being thrown out the window, you two had no idea that Ben managed to save himself so he could sense everything that would happen through his smart Jedi skills of the Force. He was very Force-Sensitive after all and had just recently found out that his ancestor was this horrible Darth Vader...

"Alex," you moaned while the handsome blonde kissed and licked your neck, "may we, erm..."

Ben began to rush up the stairs to lightsaber the door off. Yes, he had stolen his uncle's lightsaber.

Fortunately for you but unknown to Ben, Alex agreed to what you so badly wanted to do. And that's what happened. (A/N: I won't go into a lot of detail on this as I cannot write stuff like that in such a mature contented way. I'm under 20 years of age anyway. I'm also sooo sorry if this upsets you... under 15s in particular, please keep away from this if you really seriously cannot put up with it...)

You just lost your virginity with Alex while making out for a short time. It was the best feeling you two had both ever had. Hopefully, it was highly unlikely that you'd get pregnant but all you did while smutting was kissing, rocking and thrusting.

However, you never knew about him smutting with Lara while pretending to be her fake boyfriend, Tom Riddle!

After it had finished, you both got dressed then down to breakfast to meet Queenie and Clara. You spoke while walking and holding hands.

"Alex," you began to ask him, "if you don't mind me asking, but what exactly did your mother do after her parents split up?"

"Well, she was seventeen back then and carried on with her Jedi Training. Yes, of course she was heartbroken but she carried on. When they were just friends, my father cheered her up then when they were both twenty-three, they ended up getting married. Then at aged twenty-six, they had me and three years later, my brother."

It was quick for Alex to sob at the mention of his brother as he was now dead. All cus of that sh***y girl Lara and her big ass gang of dark people! You patted his back then gave his cheek a kiss and reminded him of the morning while whispering it in his ear.

"Ben shouldn't know if he just so happens to still be alive, besides, I really don't like him anymore and I've changed dramatically since we split up anyway. Probably just as well we did then."

"You're absolutely... stunning, Y/N. Beautiful. Attractive. You finally look like a woman now. You're body is just... fab. Delicious," he whispered to you.

"I'd say the same about yours too," you whispered back to him while he suddenly grabbed himself around you and kissed you hardly on the lips. He then pinned you to the wall nearby and you both enjoyed a passionate snog until Queenie squealed and screamed with delight tha you two were know together. Hugging you both immediately after you both finished kissing.

"Congratulations you two! Just what I dreamed of! Clara is here too. Hey, guess what Clara? Alex and Y/N are together now! Finally! After all this time!" Queenie squealed excitedly and joyfully. She had never felt this happy in her whole life due to her history.

"Oh! Well done you two! Horray! Let's celebrate and set up a perfect date for you two!" Clara squealed with the same tone and expression as Queenie.

Unfortunately, while all of you were celebrating and Alex lifted you up in his arms, someone came over unexpectedly and looked so ready to destroy the Jedi Temple with a double, evil, malevolent look. As a highly Force-Sensitive boy, he knew immediately that Alex and Y/N had lost each others' virginity with one another. This was the worst of what he expected.

Now his love for Y/N really was non-existent that he wanted to rape her then maybe even kill her... sooooo badly...

His lightsaber went on and he ran super fast to the group while screaming until you pushed him away with the Force and laughed with Alex at that. The Force had told you that he survived as he fell in a lake, coincidentally! Uh oh... he had never ever been this unhappy before despite everything he had been through...

The Force he felt himself allowed him to stop you from controlling him through it. He was very successful over everyone else, including the new version of yourself, bold and bright Alex as well as smart and sneaky Queenie. So what would it be? A fight between new you, brave Alex, clever Queenie, caring Clara versus miserable Ben Solo who was actually the smartest and most skilled person put of all of you. He was also terrific at sports too.

So what was it to be? Another fight? Or what else? Could it be something far worse than this? Ben's emotions were undescribable even for the author of 'Lost' to talk about. That was that. It was time for Ben to punish Y/N and rape her then maybe kill her in the end... time for Ben to turn to the Dark Side... time for him to destroy the Jedi Temple and everyone there... and no one could even sense through the Force his dark and deepest plans due to his pure, raging, petrifying anger......

You and all your friends turned on your lightsabers too and Alex kissed you hardly in front of Ben... and that was that.

"That's that Ben. She's mine." Alex calmly stated, but that just pushed the salt into the wound...

A/N: Arghhhhh, idk whether to regret writing all dis mature content and it's my first time too. But just to warn you that the next chapter will be a long detailed fight scene along with a bit of mature content too. So be prepared for a surprise but btw, I only wrote a smut between Y/N and Alex as it creates plot in the story to make Ben angry. I'm deeply sorry if I've upset you in any way. But thanks for reading dis though.

P.S. Yayyyy! Role 4 is now completed!

#ben solo #ben solo x y/n #star wars #kylo ren #kylo ren x you

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peachyaone · 3 years

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angels like you.

pairings: rengoku kyojuro x gn! hashira! reader

warnings: angst and fluff.

A/N: This fic is inspired by "Angels Like You" by Miley Cyrus

plot: in your eyes, he was like an angel. but would an angel ever want someone like you?

You were known as one of the most ruthless hashira's among the others. You killed with no hesitation. People called you a lunatic, heartless or scary when they see you, you always had a prominent frown on your face. And you had no mercy.

But somehow you ended up with Rengoku, the total opposite of what you are.

The two of you met on a mission, you were supposed to eliminate the demon that was terrorizing a village nearby. But an unsuspected Lower Moon attacked when you finished killing the demon.

*flashback*

"Damn it." you thought as you felt a presence behind you, whatever it was, it was reeking with demonic energy. "What do you want with me?" You asked the demon. You turned to look. You saw markings on its eyes. "Lower Moon Three." it read. "Why are you here?" You asked again, your hand on the hilt of your sword. "Lord Muzan wants to speak with you." It said. "Why would the Demon Lord request to speak with a person like me?" Your grip on your sword tightened. You sensed another presence nearby. "They just want to have a conversation with you, no need to get so defensive." The demon teased. "You sent a demon to terrorize a village to get my attention, am I right?" You said.

"Yes, I did. Now, come on. Lord Muzan's patience is wavering by the second." You unsheathed your sword and the tip grazed the demon's neck. "Not another step." you threaten. Your eyes glared daggers into the demon's own. You swore you saw it shiver. "Come on, human. Don't be reckless." It said. "Back down, L/N-san." A bright voice said. Your eyes move to see the tall, golden-haired man approaching you and the demon. "I thought you were on a mission, Rengoku-san," you said. "I was! I finished early and I was on my way back, but my Kasugai crow informed me about the situation you were in, so I stopped by as assistance!"" He said, cheerfully. You turned back to the demon. "Now tell me, why did Muzan want to see me?" You asked, digging your blade harder into its skin. It stayed quiet. "Tell. Me," you said. "L/N-san." You heard Rengoku say. You glared at him, but he seems to be unfazed by your death glare at him. "It's better if you told them. They could get pretty scary when they're mad," He told the demon.

The demon attacked Rengoku, to which he blocked. You moved to attack it. "Breath of Light, Second Form: Shine." You whispered. A bright light shone from your sword as you strike the demon. The demon yelped in pain as your attack burned it. Rengoku pinned it to the ground. "I could burn you. Just like the sun." You said. The demon's eyes widened. "Now tell me." You said. ' H-he wants you to j-join him!" The demon said. "Why?" You asked. The demon didn't know. You sighed and beheaded the demon. You cleaned your sword as you watched its body disintegrated into the air.

You heard shuffling behind you. "L/N-san?" Rengoku asked. You looked at him. "Wanna grab some food before heading back?" He offered. You nodded.

Your relationship bloomed from there.

*Flashback end*

It has been two years since then. You were taking a walk with Shinobu and Mitsuri, waiting for Rengoku to return from his mission. "Hey, L/N. How did someone like you end up with someone like Rengoku?" Mitsuri asked. You looked at her, you knew she was just curious, sometimes she gets too curious for her own good. But her question seems the affect you, so you shrugged. "I have no idea why, Mitsuri-san." You said, eyes looking at the ground. Shinobu patted your shoulder in silent support. She knew how you felt.

You couldn't control your emotions sometimes, that's why you kept up with the facade of not caring, all because you cared too much. You used to be a bright and bubbly person, well until the death of your younger siblings and your father. You were weak, as your father tried his best to protect you and your siblings. But it didn't last long. The demon slayer found you later, covered with your family's blood. You could still hear their screams echoing in your head.

You'd swore to your family that you will kill every single demon that crosses your path, and have your revenge. So you stopped caring, you would try your best not to get too attached. You never attend any events the others would make. You spent all that time training and/or doing missions. That lasted until Rengoku came into your life.

He would slowly coax you out of your shell, you started to attend the birthday parties instead of wishing them with your crow, started to hang out with the others, training with them. You slowly start to open yourself up to them. There are some days where you would go back to your shell, Rengoku was always there to make you feel better. He was your angel.

Why would he do such things for me?

What does he see in a monster like me?

Why does he love me?

Your intrusive thoughts clouded your mind as you kicked some stones on the pathway. You couldn't hear your friends calling you. "L/N-san!" Mitsuri called. You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at her questioningly. She gestured to your estate, which was a few meters away from where you were standing.

There he was, the flame hashira was standing at the entrance of your home. "Rengoku-san!" Shinobu called out. You saw him turn around. He saw you, a bright smile appeared on his face. "Y/N!" He said, rushing over. He stood in front of you. You gave him a small smile, he smiled widened. "Hey, do you mind if I steal them?" He asked. Shinobu and Mitsuri shook their heads, saying their goodbyes before leaving.

"Hey, honey." He greeted you. "Hi." You said. "I missed you!" He said, hugging you softly. You hummed in agreement. "How was the mission?" You asked him, your voice quiet but still hearable. "It went great! We managed to save many people." You nodded. As he talked, you could feel your headspace fading. The thoughts started to come.

He's only with you because he pities you.

You don't deserve to be with him, not after everything thing you've done!

"No! Stop!" You screamed in your head. You held your head in your hands, your eyes squeezed shut. "Hun'?" Rengoku said to you. Bitter tears welled in your eyes as your fingers gripped on your sleeves tightly. You internally hoped that your thoughts could just disappear, you hated them all. You wanted them all gone. You whimpered.

Rengoku’s hand takes yours and your eyes widen as he tugs you into his arms. He held you as his thumbs wiped away your tears. You felt pathetic and weak as you keep a tight hold on his haori. You felt him planting small kisses on your hair and forehead. "Let's get you inside, yeah?" He whispered. You nodded. He lifted you up and carried you into your home.

He sets you down on the futon. Sitting beside you, he pulled you into his lap, cradling your head against his chest as he stroked your hair. "What's going on, darling? What made you so upset?" He asked softly. “I’m a monster, 'Kyo,” you whispered. “I am a heartless, cruel, ruthless monster– why are you with me?!”

“Y/N…”

“I know you don’t agree with me, I mean you are my partner, but fuck, ‘Kyo, you are such an angel! You are the nicest person, you are passionate, kind, beautiful and so damn perfect-” Tears fall down your face and you don’t bother wiping them away as you stare at him. "Why would an angel like you fly down here with me?" you asked. He felt so helpless, you, the love of his life, think so badly about themself? He will never let that happen.

"You are not a monster, Y/N," he said. You looked at him, eyes puffy. "I'm everything they said I am." You said. He kissed you, cutting off your self-deprecating words. "You are not what they say you are." He said. "You are not cruel, heartless, or anything like that! You are an angel too, if they don't think you are, then I'll fight them!" He wiped away your tears. "You've been through so much and they have no right to call you those awful things okay?"

"But Kyojuro-" "No. No backtalk. You are an amazing person, they just don't know you yet." He said with a bright smile. You felt yourself smiling a little. He looked at you in awe, every time you smiled, he would feel so happy that he wants to make you smile every day. "You're so cute, you know that?" He said. You blushed slightly. "Don't mind their words, you're better than that." He said, kissing your head.

"Thank you, Kyojuro." You whispered. "Anytime, Y/N." He whispered back. He held you until you felt better as he reassured you, giving you kisses and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. "Love you 'Kyo." You mumbled, your eyes feeling irritated from crying. You felt light kisses on your eyelids. "Love you too, Y/N!" He said cheerily. You kissed his cheek as you laid your head back on his chest, dozing off.

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➾ Who Paints The Sky?

People say that it's the Gods or the Deities who paint the sky with different hues of colors. A fairy who never trusted humans, a fairy who never showed himself to townspeople. A fairy who could paint the sky any way he wants faces love and fear.

Pairing: Fairy!Renjun x Blacksmith fem!reader

Other characters: Prince!Jisung, Potionmaker!Jaemin, Elf!Yeonjun

Warnings/genre: fluff, slight angst, mentions of traps and death,

You put the sword in its sheath after reaching it out to the prince. The tall prince smiled and carefully took the light sword.

"Woah... I'm beginning to think you add magic to your swords, y/n. They feel so light yet so... What's the word?" He laughed as he thought of the right word.

"Sturdy?"

"Yes! Sturdy!" His face lit up while you laughed.

"Prince Jisung, I still wonder why you have your swords replenished and made in this shop. You have a better blacksmith in the castle who makes all the armors and weapons." You said as you began to fix your hammers.

You placed them on top of the anvil before you brought out more rusted iron for the future swords you will forged.

"There's just something about this blacksmith that forges swords so magical, it last for a life time. I heard my real father got his swords forged here," Jisung explained as he unsheathed the sword.

The way he could see his own reflection, the way light will reflect if he brought it out in the sun, the way it could slide through anything effortlessly: it was amazing for him.

"You surely are talented, y/n but you look like you are headed somewhere. Should I accompany you?" Jisung asked but you only shook your head as you put on your cloak and your bag.

"No need, prince- I could handle myself. Anyway, I won't be far in the woods anyway,"

You exited the cave, your bag full or iron ore that could help you. You looked at the sky: the once cloudy sky is now clear. The sun shone upon you as you tried to find your way back to town.

You kept your eyes open for anything that could benefit your sword forging. Suddenly, you begin to hear breathing, not from behind you but more from above.

The feeling you have wasn't nerve-racking nor scared but curiousity. You did what one person will obviously do, look up. There you see a boy sitting on a tree branch, his eyes wide and his mouth agape at the realization.

You found him, you caught him when he was being so quiet. You found him when he was being as light as a feather. Both of your eyes met, only for him to get up and get away from you.

"Wait!" You screamed, your hand reached out at the direction where he went. You tried to remember what the boy looked like.

His dirty blonde mullet and bangs that almost covered his eyes. His brown cotton pants that went well with his brown leather boots and his loose white blouse.

There was one thing about him that you will never forget and that is his wings. His almost transparent gray wings sparkled under the sun.

"Curious about who the fairy is?" You turned around, a small smile crept to your lips at the person you wanted to see for a long time. The blonde boy walked closer to you, his bag over his shoulder.

"Here for some iron ore?" He asked as he patted your head. You nodded your head, "That's nice, still very passionate about forging swords."

He removed the bag over his shoulder and opened it.

"I was about to go to town to see you, however, I felt you presence here. I want to give this..." He reached out two bottles of magical dust to you.

"It's dusts of unbreaking and strength. I figured your swords could use more magic on your forging. After all, our families have worked together for a long time. This also makes your swords stronger," you took the bottles from him.

You observed the bottles, suddenly confused about how to add them in the swords.

"Jaem, you've always known my family used potions-,"

"The potions will be wasted and it's not pure magic because I mix it with other non-magic ingredients. The dusts are purer and stronger," Jaemin said and you observed the bottles again.

"Just sprinkle it in the fire and it won't burn. It will stay there until the fire is out," Jaemin explained further and closed his bag.

"I got them from a dear friend, be careful on your way back." He said before he disappeared in a blink of an eye. You carefully put the bottles in your other bag and head back to your town.

Unbeknownst to you, the fairy stayed on your trail. His eyes glued on you as you head back to town on your own.

"Renjun, what are you doing?" The elf on the tree asked the fairy. Renjun slightly flinched from his sudden presence.

"Yeonjun, will you please stop acting like her by popping out from nowhere?" Renjun slightly groaned, his eyes still glued on your figure.

"Are you going to pull a sweetheart and fall in love with a human?" Yeonjun pouted, the 2 fairies he loved is thriving for love.

"When did you begin calling her a sweetheart? Also, no- I will not fall in love with her," Renjun said as he jumped to another tree to keep his eyes on you.

He was suspicious to why Jaemin suddenly asked for magic dust. Now, he understood why but he didn't understand why Jaemin would give it to a human.

"Will you go to town and follow that lady?" Yeonjun hopped onto his head, watching you leave with Renjun still following you.

"No, I hate humans-,"

"But you're literally following a human girl-,"

"I hate humans, shut up and go home, Yeonjun."

Renjun stared at the sky as he waved his hand. Clouds covered the sky of dawn as he increased the cold breeze in town. He stood tall on the cliff, his astonishing sight of the view in front of him.

Suddenly, he halted his steps: he heard footsteps from behind. He turned around, only to stay frozen on his ground as he stared into you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked, he furrowed his brows when he saw the sheathed sword on your shoulder. You reached out your hands, your shocked expression shown.

"I don't mean any harm- my name is y/n! I am a blacksmith from town!" You spat and felt the breeze blow on you. You looked at the direction of the wind as a few strands of your hair almost hit your eyes.

"But please, before I continue- will you please turn down your breeze or something because I get blind?" You shouted and he did what he was told.

You thanked him and fixed your hair. You were thankful you weren't wearing a skirt or else, you would've already beheaded the fairy.

"Why are you here?" Renjun spoke again, his heart feeling stuff as he stared at you longer.

You don't look very feminine, unlike other female humans he's seen before. You wore black cotton pants with brown leather boots. Your puffed sleeves but fitted on the wrist looked good on you.

Unlike the other day he saw you, your hair was down. You radiated a male's aura and he didn't mind that... In matter of fact, he found it quite attractive.

"I mean no harm to the environment, pretty boy. Besides, I've been in the woods before dawn, searching for Jaemin's home but got lost instead." You walked pass him, but his eyes were still glued on you.

You stopped walking and turned around to face him once more.

"Can you help me find Jaemin's house? I don't want to get lost any further," you said. Renjun hesitated but nodded his head eitherway. He walked on your side as he guided you.

"So pretty boy, you're a fairy... What do you do?" You asked and he pointed at the sky. You furrowed your brows, confused: the sky? The wind? The clouds?

"You have a mouth to talk-,"

"I control the weather and change the hues of the sky," he answered and you stopped walking. He turned around to face you, the shocked expression in your face was expected. After all, a lot of people expected it's the Gods or Deities who paints the sky.

"Then can you make it less cold here?" You asked and he raised his hand. You took a step back as he waved his hand to the right. Suddenly, the cold breeze disappeared and was replaced with a softer one.

"Let's go," he looked forward again. You looked at his back figure. The boy wasn't really that muscular nor tall but he is your average lean boy. His wings weren't there, so you figured he hid them.

Before you could even speak again, you both stood in front of a cabin made out of purpleheart wood.

"Here you are," Jaemin exits his cabin. A large smile on his face but gasped when he saw Renjun beside you. A smirk appear on Jaemin's lips: "since when did you start helping humans?"

"Shut it, Jaem..." Renjun said before he turned around and get ready to leave. Your eyes followed him, however, before your mind could comprehend, your mouth spoke.

"Hey, uhh- what's your name?" You asked him, he stopped his tracks.

"Renjun," Jaemin was shook. He never expected the fairy who hates humans to ever say his name. You smiled sweetly,

"Thank you for guiding me, Renjun!" You smiled which brought a smile on his lips. At the same time, the skies became clear. The sun has risen and shine upon the tall trees of the woods.

The soft breeze disappeared and was replaced with a warmer one. You brought warmth and sunlight to the woods. You made Renjun feel like that.

"Your welcome," Renjun said before he walked away.

Jaemin stood there and stared at the sky: never knew a human could make him feel like this.

You put the hammer aside and removed the new forged sword from your anvil. You put it in its sheathe after getting a request from Jisung. As if the timing was perfect, Jisung entered your blacksmith.

"I'll be going to the forest to see my older brother. Can you come with me? You can explain the details of the sword to him properly." He smiled and you nodded.

You went to your room to get changed. Your gray cotton pants, still paired with the same leather boots. You came back after tying your hair in a ponytail.

"You might as bring collect some resources there," he added. You grabbed your bag and the sword before you both headed out.

The trip was long but in the end, you were both greeted by a cabin. Little animals, fairies, and elves played around the cabin. You wowed at the sight,

"Prince Jisung is here!!" A couple of young fairies flew to Jisung. He laughed and you let out a chuckle. You walked to a tree and gave a nut to a squirrel.

"You adorable creature," you softly caresses its head before it sat on your head. You looked at the side and saw Renjun come out of the cabin.

His smile was replaced with a shocked one once he saw you.

"Mark!" Jisung ran up to his brother and you followed.

"Hey, Ji- oh, hello!" Mark smiled at you,

"Hello, prince."

"She's the one who forged your sword for the upcoming war." Jisung said and your eyes widened. War? There will be a war?

"War with who?" You and Renjun asked at the same time.

"War with the neighbor kingdom. They caused a ruckus and sent a spy. Apparently, it was their spy who tried to kill father," Jisung explained.

At the same moment, you begin to hear things. You turned to the side and saw a head sneak into the bushes. You immediately followed and surprised the three boys.

You ran after the person. She has a sword attached on her belt. She stopped and pulled out her sword.

"You weren't supposed to see me," she added.

"Why? Are you their spy or something?" You asked, you pulled your sword out and pointed it at her.

"Never speak about this place," you threatened but she only laughed. Her smile disappeared the second after and bolts towards you. You were ready to protect yourself, however, it wasn't you who got hurt.

Renjun stood in front of you, his shoulder cut by the sword. The girl gasped and jumped backwards.

"Renjun? Renjun!" You supported Renjun as he groaned and winced. You bit your lips and glared at the girl. Your other arm around Renjun but your free hand crept inside your bag.

You pulled out 3 small knives which were forged with the same material as Mark's. You placed them on the ground, two of your fingers pointed up.

Renjun used his remaining energy to look at you. Knives floating in mid-air as if you were controlling them. The girl begin to run away as she realized what will happen.

Immediately, you pointed your two fingers at her, and the knives rushed towards her. Renjun, with his left hand on his bleeding shoulder, was astonished.

"Renjun! Y/n!" Mark and Jisung rushed to you both. Jisung ran towards the girl, your small knives on her two legs, and shoulder.

"Help Renjun please!" You said and Mark helped him up. Renjun held your hand, "come with me please."

"Mark, take him to the cabin... I will follow," you kissed Renjun's cheek before running towards Jisung.

Questions ran through your head: why did Renjun protect you? Didn't Jaemin say he hates humans? He barely even knows you...

"Are you a spy or not?" You asked as you took the sword from her. You examined the sword, it was a normal sword.

"I'm not a spy-,"

"Lies- why were you eavesdropping then?" You asked as you put her sword in its sheathe and kept it close to you.

"She's with me," Jaemin appeared and used magic to levitate the girl in the air.

"Wha- put me down, Jaemin!" The girl shouted but Jaemin only shook his head. He glared at her which shut her up.

However, Jisung was confused. Who is this boy?

"I apologize, deeply... she isn't a spy but was brainwashed when she got captured a few months ago." Jaemin walked towards you and handed you a bag.

"This will heal Renjun, I apologize for this girl's behalf." He said before he begins to walk away.

As soon as you both returned to the cabin, Renjun wincing in pain. The water on his cut stung like crazy. He notices your presence and looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll take it from here, thank you," you said to Mark and his lover.

"Please, take care of him," Mark's lover said before she left the bedroom. You grabbed the towel from the side and carefully washed the remaining blood from his body.

"Why did you protect me?"

"How can you use magic?" He asked, a sigh left your lips.

"I learned magic-,"

"A human can't learn magic unless they have a magical creature's blood in them... Are you really human, y/n?" He asked and you cleaned the towel.

"I have an elf's blood in me. My father is half elf and I got some of his blood. Now, shut it, so I can clean your cut which I was the cause of." You And took the potions out of the bag.

"Jaemin gave me these potions. I assume they will hurt a bit but trust me, they will heal you in an instant." You spoke and poured some on your palm.

You then swiped it over his cut. He groaned and immediately, grabbed your wrist. You placed a hand on his other shoulder to hold him down.

"Ah- it hurts... It hurts, stop-," you didn't stop when you noticed a part already healed.

"Renjun, I swear to god- endure it a bit if you want this cut to heal." You said as you added more. He groaned and rest his head on your shoulder.

"It's too slow- just pour everything, please!" Renjun grabbed the bottle as if he's gonna pour it on his head.

"No! Pour it on your cut, not your head!" You told the bottle and immediately, poured it over his cut. He screamed in pain as he held onto you tightly.

"Whose fault is it to suddenly jumped in front of me, hm?" You asked as you watched his cut heal.

"Yours," he whispered. You let out a confused sound but he only laughed.

"How is this my fault, sir fairy?" You said and surprisingly, he pecked your lips.

"How can a person make me fall in love with them so quickly? I barely even know you yet I'm so afraid to lose you already," Renjun whispered.

You smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you for protecting me but do not ever do that again, EVER!" You said and he nodded. He hugged you before kissing your forehead.

You returned to the woods after the long war. Your arm tired from all the swords you have to forge. You assume Jaemin must be tired too from the potions he had to make for the 3 princes.

You sat on the leafy ground, your eyes on the sky. The sky was clear again, your heart beating fast as you thought of meeting Renjun again.

You haven't seen any of their kinds during the war. Fairies, elves, and other creatures went hiding.

"Hey," you look up at a tree and saw Renjun. You chuckled as he jumped down beside you. He leaned down to kiss your lips.

"How's your hand?" He sat across you and took your hand.

"Better now, thanks to Jaemin," you answered and he sighed in relief. A soft smile on his lips, glad his love returned after the worries of her disappearing from his life.

"I'm glad you're back," he said before he kissed you once more.

"I love you," he said after a long time. You chuckled and handed him a charm you made after the war. His eyes go wide but he noticed a gem in the center of the charm. He smiled once he realized it's a gem to tie two different beings together.

Mark's lover gave Mark this as well to tie the knot of their relationship.

"I love you as well, Injun."

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