#I'm not angry. God I wish I could feel anger again.
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Infelious Rhaplanca
(May my Love Reach You Someday)
Pairing: Your TW fav x Reader. (For this story, they are the role of Prefect.) Gender neutral pronouns used for Reader.
Synopsis: You chose to save those you love by ending it all.
(To end the Overblot pandemic, one live is forsakened for the survival of many.)
A/N: Rhaplanca and Maoh are mythological Gods in the lore of Ar Tonelico(specifically AT II: Melodies of Metafalss), but you can perceive Maoh as another way of Reader referring their love as Maoh in this case as they(Reader) are the Rhaplanca of this tragedy.
This is based on the song of the same title of Ar Tonelico III Soundtrack. The translation was from AbstracGarden, one of many channels that have translations of Ar Tonelico and Ar Nosurge songs.
~Infelious Rhaplanca~
Everyone… I'm so sorry.
I don't want to leave you all, but if I don't do this then you all the rest of the world will suffer.
There is hardly any semblance of life left. The black iquor spreading like wildfire to many realms, transforming-no corrupting-everyone, magical and magicless. Relishing in tormenting so many people of this beautiful world.
That's why…!
The Prefect of Ramshackle ran as fast they could to the highest point of their destination, the Tower of the Great Sorcerer. While it is leagues away from everyone else fighting for their lives against the Blot in each of the Seven Realms they've seen during their time in Twisted Wonderland, they knew it was the best choice for what they had planned.
They looked down to their hands at the eight blot stones, knowing the ritual needed them plus one more energy source to expunge the malicious darkness once and for all. Looking back at everything they've experienced in the last year and a half in this world, it was hard to hold back their tears. It wasn't long before the dam finally broke. I don't want to leave you, but I don't want you to die either. Please forgive me, and may my love reach you and others.
They thought back of their friends, the highs and lows they experienced with them. The chaos of challenging each Overblot born from years of concealed anger and sorrow. And lastly, their thoughts drifted to him. That one person who made a difference in their lives. The person they loved so much, one who they wanted to share their future with. Live on for my sake, please?
Once they felt like they had nothing left to shed, they proceeded with the ritual. Placing the stones around them in a circle, they rose to their feet and began the rite of (METAFALICA) to save the world.
~Rrha ki ra chs longherna mea sos juelicc yor etealune,
En wearquewie yorr iehaw anw plargamera der zayea pauwel.~
~Presia, rrha quel ra shyfac rre Lasnatine chs weareqye oz plargmera.~
~En rre murfanare oz mea,
Meycray tes inferiare terrma, Maoh.~
MARRSEFXIL
EFAHECDOY
TITSSSYE
AZIYVRS
FOGQUW
AABIM
LXAE
IYX
CI
A
[I call upon the creation of the new World, METAFALICA.]
With each word recited, they felt parts of their body deteriorate. They thought it would hurt more than this; however, that wasn’t the case. It was painless, freeing almost. And the more they sang the rite for crafting a better world, the lighter they felt. The tears fell from their cheeks again, wishing they saw their beloved once more and hoping that he is not angry at their decision to do this.
“Prefect!!” They heard someone shout at them in the tower. They looked as best they could in their current state-
And saw the one they love, battered but still alive. With horror written all over their face. “What are you- STOP!! PLEASE!!” He rushed to their side, begging them not to leave him. He grabbed at them, or as much of them that is left. “Why?! Why would you do this?!”
“I…wanted…to save you… and everyone.” They were beginning to feel tired. “Saving everyone…is more important…than a magicless human’s.”
“THAT’S NOT TRUE!!” He rebuked them. “YOU ARE IMPORTANT!! TO OUR FRIENDS, TO ME!! DO WE NOT MATTER TO YOU?!”
They shook their head. “No…never…you all…,” they’re having trouble speaking and their eyelids were getting heavy as more of their body faded up to their upper chest. “I love you all…so much…” One more tear slipped from their eyes as they felt their lover leaving them a kiss on their lips one last time.
“I love you, too.” His voice broke as he saw the remnants of his beloved disappear in his arms.
Soon, the ground beneath his feet began to glow, blinding and swallowing him in a warm light. The light continued to spread all over Twisted Wonderland from the Queendom of Roses, Briar Valley and the Far East, to the depths of the Coral Sea and Isle of Woes. Monsters and Phantoms of Blot, and people close to succumbing to the darkness were engulfed in the light. The beasts dissolved away into the light mercifully, and those close to death were healed and rescued from its clutches. The nature of the planet was reforming itself, cleansing away the Blot from its veins.
The Prefect’s last wish to save those they cared about was fulfilled.
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Hope you enjoyed this bucket full of angst. The sad feels hit me like a truck and this came out from it.
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ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375
prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo
JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided
"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.
he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.
look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.
and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.
"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"
"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.
"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.
"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.
fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.
"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.
"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"
"get away!"
just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.
"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.
"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.
"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.
"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.
you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"
"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.
it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.
"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.
"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.
"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.
"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.
"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.
"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.
"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.
"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.
pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.
dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.
"kiss me,"
and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.
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SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
Ft.: Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji
Angst but with fluff at the end. Just my boys kuroo and Akaashi and sleeping on the couch after an argument. Reblogs + interactions are highly appreciated!!
༊ KUROO
Kuroo cannot sleep. It's nearly 3 in the morning and he's twisting and turning on the bed for about an hour now, unable to fall asleep. The other side of his bed seems unnaturally cold and empty due to your lack of presence. You both had gotten into an argument about 2 hours prior. You had tried to convey your thoughts across to him about how worried you were that he was overworking himself and in his state of tiredness he was definitely not in the mood for your nagging. He took out his annoyance on you which resulted in some back and forth yelling before you decided to give him some space and sleep on the couch. But it had been hours and however much he denied it, Kuroo could not sleep without you. So, deciding to swallow his stupid pride he went out to the living room just to find your shivering self on the couch. You had a thin blanket on and it was a cold night.
"I know you're not sleeping," he whispered as he knelt by the couch to look at you.
What he saw broke him, there were dried tears on your face. He always fell apart when he saw you cry.
"Look I'm really sorry for what I said. Half of those things, I didn't mean them and neither should I have uttered them in the first place. It has happened now and as much as I wish I could change it, I can't. So, I'm asking you to forgive me y/n. I'm really really sorry. I love you so much ," he stroked your cheek and you could not pretend anymore. You slowly opened your eyes to look at him.
"You do?" You asked silently.
"More than you could ever know, love. You're the best thing that's happened to me. You're not nagging when you worry about me. I'm sorry for saying that. I was annoyed and irritated and tired and I took it out on you like a fool. I've said hurtful things and I feel terrible for it. Forgive me please," he looked at you with so much love and adoration as he asked for forgiveness that you broke again. You sniffled a little before cracking a small smile.
"I've said some hurtful things as well. Things I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry," you whispered to him.
"It's okay. Come back to bed now love. Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off and we'll do whatever you want to do. Sounds good?" He smiled at you, stretching his hand towards you for you to take it.
"Sounds perfect," you smiled as you took his hand in yours.
༊ AKAASHI
Arguments with Akaashi were rare. Most of the time, you both would talk things out and solve the problem rationally rather than lashing out. You both tried to be logical and tried to communicate no matter how tired or angry you both were. But sometimes however, that was just not the case. Sometimes, things got out of hand, anger overpowered your more rational sides and things got ugly. Tonight just happened to be one of those nights. Honestly, you don't even know how the argument started. You just knew that both of you were exhausted from work and on top of that things had been rough in your personal life lately. These reasons probably got to you and an argument took place. You both had verbally hurt each other to the extent that Akaashi decided to sleep on the couch, unable to fight anymore. He left you in the bedroom alone and fuming. But the moment he picked up a blanket and went to the couch, regret immediately filled you up. You ran after him to the living room where he laid on the couch. God, he didn't even have a pillow under his head, his neck would hurt like crazy in the morning.
"Keiji," you called out his name and as you expected, there was no answer from him.
"Keiji I'm sorry," you sat at the end of the couch where his feet were propped up on the hand rest.
"I let my anger and frustration take over me and said some pretty shitty things. I'm sorry I really did not mean them. I would never," at that, he looked up at you to see your eyes getting teary as a frown took over your face.
"Don't cry y/n," he sat up and brought himself closer to you.
"I don't know what took over me. I'm so sorry. I always try to be calmer and more thoughtful while speaking but today I don't know. Work has been stressful and I probably took that out on you. Something I shouldn't have done and something I highly regret," you took his hand as you looked at him.
"I said some pretty awful stuff to you too, you know. You're not entirely at fault here. I'm sorry. Next time, I'll try to be more thoughtful and I'll definitely not yell at you again," he gave you a small smile as he opened his arms for you to hug him. You gladly did.
"Me too. Come to bed now. You didn't even bring a pillow with you. Do you want your neck to hurt?" He laughed a little at that.
"Always thinking about me aren't you," he hugged you tighter.
"Mhm. Keiji?" You started as you broke the hug to look at him. "We're okay right?"
"We will be, love."
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An angel and a demon walk into a bar.
It sounds like the beginning of a joke, one that would have annoyed Crowley greatly before- before. Maybe it would have been mildly amusing, were it not for the fact that it is a pub, not a bar (a mere technicality that somehow still mattered), and it is the first time in seven months that he is looking Aziraphale right in the face.
He chose the place, walked right out of the bookshop and across the street the second Aziraphale looked at him with his stupid purple eyes and opened his mouth. Same table, same drinks. New silence.
A demon leads an angel into a pub so he does not kiss him again.
Less of a joke, more like the beginning of a nightmare he has had every single time he tried to sleep, woken by whispered words either confirming his worst fears or greatest desires; both incite fear, one way or another.
The low table between them is enough of a barrier to prevent a repeat of their last interaction, it has to be, although this time Aziraphale is looking at him with violet-coloured longing and an apology on his lips, no longer pleading, no longer angry. He is asking for forgiveness, and if that isn't a deeply ironic twist of fate.
Before either of them says a single word, Crowley finishes his drink and raises his hand to order another one, clinging to the familiar sting of alcohol in his throat to burn away the questions lingering on his tongue.
An angel followed a demon into a pub because he loves him.
Aziraphale wishes he could tell himself Crowley looks like he did seven months ago, that he hasn't changed, but he is done lying to himself, to either of them. Behind his shades, dark, darker if that is even possible, he can feel his golden gaze heavy on his face, familiar and the answer to an empty longing in his chest.
His drink goes untouched as Crowley downs one, then another, and it is after the third that he finally begins to talk.
"What do you want?"
Bitter, sharp, spit at his feet with an anger he expected and yet doesn't know how to react to. Underneath it is pain—more pain than any being should ever have to experience—and instead of trying to carry some of it for him, he only added to it.
"I want to apologise."
"Fine." Crowley shoves his empty glass away and gets up. "I don't forgive you."
Reflexively, Aziraphale reaches out and curls his fingers around his wrist when Crowley tries to walk past him, blinking up at him with eyes the colour of dying Myosotis.
Forget-me-nots.
They both freeze, the point of contact a crack in the walls they have spent centuries building and seven months rebuilding, and he knows he has made a mistake immediately.
Crowley stares at him, still as stone, until he suddenly rips his arm out of his grasp, almost cradling it against his chest. With dawning horror, Aziraphale realises he is shaking, tremors running through him like waves breaking apart on a rocky shore.
"Don't you dare touch me." Panic, not anger. Pure, unfiltered panic blooming beside a mountain of fear that could outlast an eternity.
"I-" He doesn't know what he wants to say, what he is trying to say, what he needs to say to make him stay. Oh, the irony of it all.
Crowley leaves the pub, and the Supreme Archangel stays behind.
Not a demon anymore, not technically, he is done with sides, and deeds, and choices; he never makes the right ones anyway. His wrist hurts with the ghost of a kiss, and he cannot get the glint of purple where summer sky blue should be out of his head.
The Bentley is waiting for him, providing an escape from the noise, the people, him.
Apologies instead of I'm coming back.
A sickening aura of holiness tinged with the burn of ozone instead of books and dust and soft, silly angel.
Seven months of waiting, of pleading with God, of cursing Her, cursing him, cursing the entire fucking world for taking and taking and taking from him without pause, without even a fragment of mercy.
For this.
An angel returns to heaven. Crowley curses the stars and cries.
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I wanna give vash a comforting head pats and some loving head scritches, tell him he has been working hard and needs to rest sometimes, the world not going anywhere, he can rest. May I request a scenario of vash sad he didn’t save everyone again and is sad, so reader hesitately reaches up to his head before deciding to give him a head pat, telling him he did his best with the circumstances he had, it’s not his fault for being unable to save absolutely everyone, and all that matters is he saved at least someone, and that’s enough? Plz and thanks
Okay but same ;p; Like let me hold Vash and tell him everything is gonna be okay! Studio orange let Vash be happy challenge, please. I’m a little sad, so lol this reflects that for sure This definitely got out of hand and turned into something else
Lol you can tell I wrote this after my therapy session.
‘I’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror’
Vash x Reader
You wonder how Vash can continue like this, the gunfight had been as usual destructive and deadly. Neither of you made out of it unscathed and the town had suffered as well, it broke your heart how much Vash tried to make things right. How he didn't want to hurt anyone or let anyone get hurt, but you can't save anyone and especially not alone.
Vash had gone off on his own, he checked you for injuries and was distressed to find one. You brushed him off, saying you were fine and that you would take care of it and now you have no idea where he went. He wouldn't leave you here by yourself, you weren't worried about that. But you were worried about him.
Briefly, you wondered how Vash would handle this, but you knew it would be fake smiles and white lies, he must be tired you were tired of it. The suns were setting now, casting the desert in a purplish red light. You sigh standing and brushing the sand from yourself, you’ve done all you can to help the people here and they didn't want any more help from Vash the Stampede.
Wandering around the town you found Vash with the Thomas, he’s petting it gently Vash was much better with the creature than you were. You join his side quietly and he greets you with a small wave and a light smile. You try to greet him with one of your own but you can’t you are tired of the fakeness God you want Vash to express some emotion, sadness hell you’d take anger something.
“Are you okay?” you don't know why you ask; you could repeat his response word for word I’m fine are you okay?
“I’m fine are you okay?” his response pisses you off, you knew the words were coming but you were sick of it. You clench your fist at your sides, wanting to get angry, but you know that’s not what Vash needs right now. You can be angry on his behalf later; he stares at you confused as you deflate.
“No Vash I'm not okay.” he looks startled, his hands hovering over your body unsure if he should touch you, wishing he would, you step closer to the blonde as he speaks, “Where are you hurt?” shaking your head, he only looks confused you don't know how to express your hurt to Vash. Because it’s not your physical pain that’s hurting you right now, it’s his hurt you care about. You want to cry for him, to scream out and curse the world, because you know he never will, and that’s what hurts.
Taking a step closer your bodies are nearly touching, you reach a hand up and place it gently on his head. “You did your best, you know that right?” you ask and you can hear the stuttering breath he takes in, he looks directly into your eyes and you can see his begin to water. You smile kindly at him, patting his head gently before running your fingers through his hair so your hand is resting on the nape of his neck.
He may not want to hear this, but you know he needs to. “Not everyone can be saved, and that is not your fault. God Vash, you do your best every day, and if no one else sees that I do, I see you. We will get through today.” You pull him in closer, gently resting your forehead against his, you can feel him tremble as the tears slowly drip down his face. You hold him to you lightly, giving him a chance to pull away if needed. You don’t want him to, but you know you can only push Vash so much.
He doesn’t pull away instead he raises his hands and cups your face, holding you there so you can't pull away. You startle a bit when you feel his thumbs wipe your own tears, you didn't even realize you had been crying yourself. “It’s just….” You don’t say anything while Vash struggles with what he has to say. You’re hoping he’ll be honest, and not bottle up all the pain.
“I don’t know how to move forward” the words are whispered against your lips, as if he’s afraid to admit it out into the open. you close your eyes, and your heart breaks. Vash moves back, you think he’ll pull away completely but he doesn’t instead he places a kiss on your forehead, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
Vash pulls you into a hug then, his arms going around your shoulders while yours wrap around his waist, he cries softly and you let him holding on to him tight for as long as he needs. Your hands rub his back under his red coat, “I know, but you are not alone I'm right here and I’ll be right here as long as you need me. Let me help you anyway you need.” you answer trying not to choke on your words, putting as much emotion as you can into your words.
He sobs, gripping you painfully tight but you don't mind, letting him take all the comfort he can get and asking for nothing in return. His hands shift down your back squeezing again, the action jostles your wound and you let out a pained cry because of it. Vash lets go instantly stepping back. You're shocked by the sudden coldness, your hands hanging limply at your side. He’s looking at you wide eye, “I'm sorry.” he chokes out, he looks like he's going to run you can't let him.
You move forward quickly, he sees you coming and steps back right into the Thomas the pack animal moves forward startled it causes Vash to lose balance, injury, and boundaries be damned you grab him by his jacket and surge forward he falls straight onto his back and you let the momentum take you with.
He lands on his back hard, and you land right on top of him straddling his waist you still have a hold of his jacket, “Stop! Don't you dare run away.” you say it a little frantically, “I'm okay really just… stop.” you whisper, he looks up at you his eyes filled with tears. How did you even get here, you didn't mean to be forceful with Vash but you couldn't let him pull away when he was so down on himself. Blaming himself for everything, you know he blames himself for you getting hurt. But these things just happen.
“I just can't seem to do anything right,” he says it with a light chuckle, and you fist the material of his jacket leaning in, you watch his eyes go wide and a blush settles on his face you choose to ignore that. “Vash.” you say his name sternly, and he gulps at your tone, “I am going to say this in the nicest way possible, but if you say one more bad thing about yourself, I'm going to hurt you.”
You don't really mean it; you could never hurt Vash, but he does this light laugh that sounds real and it makes your heart soar. He grabs each of your wrists, and you loosen your grasp blushing as he looks at you softly. “Okay, I get it… I just don't deserve you, you’re always doing so much for me, and you're so kind! I just feel like-” You cut off his rambling by grasping his hands and intertwining your fingers with him, and you lean forward pressing into him it shuts him right up.
“What did I just say? This world doesn’t deserve you, don't ever think you don't deserve nice things, and comfort. You deserve the world, and I wish I could give it to you.” you pause, your heart beating wildly in your chest, thinking your next words carefully, but you want him to understand. “Can I show you?”
“Show me what?” his voice drops to a whisper, the suns have long since set and his eyes seem to glow in the moonlight, “How much you mean to me, how much I care.” you wonder if his heart is beating as fast, he nods and you drop his hands they fall limply to his side as you cup his face. “I need you to say it.”
He takes in a deep breath, the words leaving him in a whine, “Please show me how much you care about me.” he looks so embarrassed, but you smile brightly as you lean in kissing his forehead, “I love how kind you are.” you mutter, he makes a startled noise, but you keep going moving to kiss under his right eye, “How you see the good in everyone.” under his left eye next, “How strong you are, but only use your strength to help those in need.”
You pull back to check on his face to make sure you're not overwhelming him too much, his eyes are watery again and there is a slight tremble to his lips but he doesn’t ask you to stop or pull away so you continue, kissing him on the tip of his nose, “You put up with me and I appreciated it, even when I'm being difficult.” he lets out a light chuckle at this, and you smirk. Your eyes flicker to his lips and then to his eyes asking for permission to continue, your voice quiet in the night.
“Please,” he asks and well who are you to refuse, you lean in pressing your lips to his gently, he touches you now finding the courage to do so, his prosthetic resting on your waist, while his other hand comes to rest on the nape of your next.
You pull back barely out of reach, “And I really love how you never give up, even when it would be easier. You are so good Vash, and if I need to spend every day reminding you of that I will.”
He lets out a whimper, you lean back into to give him another kiss he holds you close, you feel his grip tighten on your waist. You don’t mind, letting him take as much as he wants. You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, sharing soft kisses and shy touches. But eventually you pull back, resting your hands gently on his chest.
“Are you okay? Was that too much?” You ask softly, he opens his eyes to look at you, you can see the blush covering his face, and making you smile. He removes his hands form you, instead covering his whole face to block his blush. “Is that a yes then?” You tease lightly.
“Thank you…” he says it quietly, and it makes your heart melt, you grab both his wrist and pull them away so you can see his face, placing a soft kiss on the inside of each wrist you smile softly at him. “You don’t need to thank me; I’ll do this every day if you want.”
“Then it really will be too much.” He whines and you laugh getting to your feet and pulling him up. Once he’s standing you drop his hands, “never, I’ll never run out of love for you.” He’s blushing again hands covering his face once more, you love when he gets all shy. You step around him reaching up to tussle his blonde locks, “we need to find our Thomas now.”
He sighs dropping his hands, “I’ll find her.” You laugh he tells you to wait here and he’ll be back. Watching him leave, you hope that you were able to bring him some comfort. You hope he understood how deeply you cared for him, and that you would continue to be by his side no matter what.
Eventually, Vash came back he held out his hand from the top of the Thomas, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up, settling you in front of him. You thanked him as you grabbed the reins, Vash settled his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on top of your head you smiled, as you moved the Thomas forward, you didn’t know where to head next but it didn’t matter as long as you were together.
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Jealous kitty.
Bonus!(Brainrot)
Donna Beneviento x Reader (MC)
"I will be working with Cassandra on her.."
She doesn't listen after that static fill her head, you are leaving her. This Is her chance her route why Cassandra is always ruining it.
"You're going to leave me for Cassandra?" She can't help te venom in her voice, you are leaving her for her flirty, dramatic, excentric (adopted) niece. If it was Bela or Daniela she could at least understand the blonde was a softy behind her cold exterior and the red head was sunshine incarnate. But Cassandra?
"I don't going to leave you I'm just gonna be in Cassandra's play" You remark not made her fell better at all" For three months and one week approximately. The Romeo original is going to be better by that time. I still want to work with you, I just need to change the schedule for that.
She can't do nothing to stop the hurt that she feels, she was here first, she asked you to work with her first! how can you go to someone else so easily?.
"if is not okay with you, I-"
"Ok" her jaw is tight trying to bite the word before saying it" Okay, you need a more flexible schedule I can do that, It will be just for few months and you will come back to me " She can adjust both of your schedules to ensure she is in the theater when you were rehearsing because she refuses to let you alone with Cassandra, she knows how her niece can be.
She looks at you and her anger subsidy when in your face in your eyes all she can see is softness and care.
"I will always come back to you"
God, how much she wishes for that to be true.
She knows that next few months will be difficult for you, she knows that you need all the rest you can get but she is angry for your choices. It doesn't help that the play is Romeo ad Juliet, every single touch, hug and flirt put her in the edge of throwing her tool box at Cassandra's head.
"When I said left I meant my left, move it again" she was being petty but every single time her eyes closed the image of you with Cassandra tormented her so she decided to torment you "Good job, now these two" She ignored your pleading face.
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Everything was perfect, you were hers. At least for this timeline.
She knows that she is being clingy but she can't help herself, kissing you, touching you just being close to you make her the happiest woman in the world. And you let her! You don't get mad or annoyed with her, you don't mind her behavior at all you indulge her!.
You brought light to her world she can't lose you if you were gone she doesn't know what she would do. She prays for Forgetfulness in the next loop she doesn't wish to remember this happiness she doesn't wish to know what being yours mean, it will be too much pain for her to bear it.
She was the first to notice how some of her clients will sneak looks at you, how they would blush when you handed their order, how they would giggle like idiots outside the shop pointing at you oblivious self.
Troie.
When you finally noticed, you try to let them down gently some understood, others will come back bought something and flirt with you like she wasn't there.
Puttana. Vaffanculo, tutti.
"Sweetheart this can't go on" of course this can't go on, these bitches need to back the fuck out. "We need to maintain a professional image in the shop, that mean no kisses in front, no stealing me away to the nursery when I'm working and no picking fights with the clients, okay?" WHAT.
You are joking right? This is a bad joke right?. No. You are serious.
She pout and put her best puppy eyes. She can see how close you are to bending to her wishes but in the end you stand firm.
"Dear, sooner or later the glamour will fade way but the reputation of your shop will be damaged. We need to be professionals about this." Why did you had to be like this?
"Ok" CAZZO.
Your lunch break became make up break. But it seems not matter how many hickies she leaves in you, they still keep trying to take you away from her.
Of course she sees when that Figlia di puttana give you some paper, you take a look just to roll your eyes and quickly throw it in the trash, she was curious to know what exactly was so she picked up.
A number.
This. Is. Enough. She walked back to the nursery, less she throw a pot at the next woman that flirt with you, avoiding you every time she go out. When you grabbed her hand she easily go away just saying:
"We must keep a professional image in the shop, remember?" the look in your face made her smile.
You wanted her to play nice, she will play nice. You were about to know what Malicious compliance mean.
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Avoiding you for almost week, was hard for her but it's all part of her plan. She can feel your eyes on her every time she is with you in the front.
Did she bend a little more that necessary? Yes.
Did she put more sway on her hips when walking? Yes.
Did she can feel the hunger and desire in your stare? Yes.
Did she enjoyed it? Absolutely.
Now the final details for her plan.
"Hi aunty! Did you are still messing with my roomie?
"I'm not messing with them, I'm doing exactly what they asked me, now can I ask you for a favor?"
"You betcha! What do you need?
" A friend of yours and your thieving skills"
The day has come, Five minutes before five o'clock she put the kettle her phone buzzed.
"We are outside!"
Perfect. She goes to the front, ignoring the sad look in your face. "Why dont you take a break I made some chamomile tea"
You nod, and she knows that you would come back quickly, not willing to leave her alone for more that a few minutes knowing how hard is for her to deal with people.
She almost feel bad about what is going to happen.
Almost.
Angie friend comes to her.
"My friend said that you would reject me I said that at least I should try so what do you say pretty girl, go out with me?" your stare was burning with jealousy and she don't even try to hide how pleased she was with that
"Well I have been a little neglected" she was being mean and she was enjoying it. "but is a no, sorry"
" Oh well I try it" the sigh that she let go was more of relief than disappointment the poor girl was perfectly aware of the murder in your eyes.
"Professional image, dolcezza" it's all she said before going back to the nursery. Riling you up was so fun.
You were fuming all the time you were working. Not even your so called fans were willing to talk to you for more than two minutes. At the end of the day you looked at her with fire in your eyes that made her so restless but she will no be the one to admit defeat.
"Do you mind if I walk you home?"
"It will be my pleasure, Tesoro" the smirk in her face just made you more angry.
The walk was silent one.
At the steps of her family home you looked at her, putting her best innocent face she looked back at you.
*Just a little more*
She took a step to you and patted your shoulder with a hand full of dirt, because she needs your shirt dirty for the next part of her plan and because she deserves to be a little shit. You blinked at her audacity.
"See you tomorrow, dolcezza" smiling she opened the door. One, two, three.
She was being hosted over your shoulder it seems that the adrenaline and anger was giving you strength, closing the door with your leg you make your way to her room, opening the door aggressively and throwing her in the bed.
"Why are you being so rough" She was pouting but she knows you can see the mischievous shine in her eyes.
Without answering her question you kiss her with all the hunger you had been keeping inside. Freeing her hair out of her bun, you tore her shirt open, kissing her free skin soft sighs escaped of her mouth transforming in a whine when you bite her clothed breast while taking off her pants, she raise her hips her patience had been running low since you put that stupid rule.
You move away with fascination and adoration in your face how easy is for you to made a mess of her, she is panting trying to catch the breath that you stole, tears in her eyes for the pain of your bite and she knows her underwear is ruined already.
She is so needy and she is not afraid of admit it.
"Beautiful"
Your praise never fail to make her blush, she is so embarrassed and so flattered.
She knows that you are still mad when you grab her legs rougly moving her to the border of the bed, quickly you kneel devouring like a starving beast.
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She loves this.
You in her arms sleeping so calm so comfortable. Your naked body pressing close to her your back and shoulders were full of scratches that she touches softly.
Maybe she was a little rough too. But considering that her legs feel numb and she is sure she is full of bite marks is fair to say this is a tie.
You are hers and she is yours.
She glances at the clock in her dresser. Well, she is the owner she can open a little more late is not like is the first time she has done it.
She just wants to enjoy this a little longer.
Later an alarm goes off, waking both of you.
Moving slowly you hiss "My love did you have to scratch the hell out of me?"
"Depends, did you have to fuck me into the mattress?" Not that she is complaining as is what she wanted, she needed your unshackled desire. And how much she enjoys feeling you so deep in her.
You blush but the proud smile in your face give away your satisfaction. "You could have cut your nails if this is what you were planning"
Oh this is not over yet. "I have been busy".
She tries to hide her smile when you asked her for clothes.
"Donna, sweetheart, darling, dear, you don't expect me to walk around like this" you gesture at your body full of marks that the tank top can't hide.
She shamelessly ogle you God, if she doesn't knew that you need to present your exam she would be all over you, under you, beside you.
When she became a pervert? Oh you were waiting her answer.
"I'm sorry cara mia Is all I have" she said with the most sincere tone she can muster. She hid all the other clothes obviously. She don't want her efforts to waste.
You sigh.
"You are going to be late, dolcezza" this time she can't hide her smirk.
Cursing you give her a quick kiss and run to the school.
She walks calmly to her flowershop. Her legs aren't numb anymore but she is still tired. Even so she feels like she Is walking in clouds.
The smug smile she gives to your fans when they see the marks that you left in her neck can't be stopped by her shyness.
Oh how much she enjoy the envy in their eyes.
She is yours, you are hers.
Her phone is buzzing taking it out she reads the message that her beloved niece have sent her.
"🤢"
"Sorry Bambina, I guessing you saw them? "
"🤮"
"Did you did what i asked you?"
"Yes, Daniela is outside and today is not her laundry day. Now excuse me I need to bleach my brain."
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When you came back every single client had a particular reaction to you appearance. You have been laughed, scoffed and nodded.
" Ah, problems with a misbehaving kitty?" Well she would have behaved if her partner stopped being so charming. "here this cream work wonders for that injuries"
She is laughing freely in the nursery she was having a blast with all this.
"Thank you, sir" she bets you're so red right now.
"Is nothing dear, I remember when I was younger my beloved Jerry was a jealous and clingy kitty, always wanting to be with me, practically throwing himself at me, fighting with whoever took my attention away" oh? "it was a problem when I had to work, he don't liked being alone that much so I made sure to let him know every night that how much I loved him and that I would never leave his side." OH
That is not a bad idea. God, she is really a pervert.
"Hey what is taking you so much! We're going to be late!" it seems that the kitty never stopped being clingy" Hurry up!
The man in front with you just laughed.
"See, so clingy" She walked silently to you side" Make sure to show your kitten love continously less they want to scratch you up" Good advice but she makes no promises, the man looked at her " Ah, young love " she blushes but smile" I'm coming Jerry!"
" Wisdom of your elders never should be wasted" you flinched, she giggles at your reaction " you should treat your Kitten right.
"I'm gonna start by putting a damn bell on you" you said before grabbing her by her waist.
"What about the Professional image, dolcezza?" She had gotten her way again.
"To hell with it" you kissed her" I need to take good care of my sweet, clingy and jealous kitty.
She was putting a show but the look of the few fans that refuse to take the hint was worth it.
She noticed the crow outside and she kissed you more aggressively.
She would enjoy her time with you. Because now you were hers but the next time it wasn't safe to say you would come back to her.
It will be too much if she sent a video to Miranda?
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10:59pm ☆ miya atsumu
you knew from the way your boyfriend quickly slammed the door shut behind him, he was angry. it wasn't often that atsumu came home angry. but instead he came home disappointed. atsumu would be quite disappointed in himself that he didn't work hard enough to score the winning point. but as soon as the next morning rolled in, he'd be passionate to practice and practice till he perfected what he messed up in the previous game.
but now with the sheer amount of anger you could feel radiating off of atsumu, you halted everything you were doing at the moment. even the smallest things could set him off.
"baby, are you okay? what's wrong?" you hesitantly spoke out, your footsteps slowly approaching where he stood. his furious brown eyes met yours before quickly looking away. "talk to me please." you wanted to reach out your hand and hold him in your arms because some days that's exactly what atsumu needed. but as soon as your fingers even dared to inch closer to him, atsumu stepped backwards. "did your game go badly?" you questioned, your voice faltered as you did so but you wished that it went unnoticed. "you'd know if you went." you so desperately wanted to scoff. atsumu knew you couldn't make it because you had work so why is he blaming you now? he had a rough day, you should understand so you took a step back, further increasing the space in between you.
"i had work tsumu, i'm sorry i missed it but i'll be sure to make it to your next one, okay?" you never knew that one promise could set him off but it did. "you fuckin' said that last time, now here we are. it feels great to see you don't care." atsumu knew that if you could drop everything to support him, you without a doubt would, but after being let down twice, he couldn't help but express his disappointment towards you. sure, samu was there, supporting atsumu like he always does. but not having you, you were his lucky charm. maybe that was the reason he lost. maybe he should stop placing his faith in you to show up. or at all. "god, you're so annoying." atsumu whispered as if he didn't want anyone to hear. but with the sheer amount of distance between you, you had heard it. "what?"
atsumu peers over your shoulder, his eyes avoiding yours like you weren't anything important. you froze, your hands rolled stiffly into fists, the heated air feels like it could cut through ice, as you stood there. surely you and atsumu have been in plenty of small fights but they were just that, a small one. yet not once had atsumu called you annoying. your eyes quickly dropped down to the floor before turning away and walking towards the guest bedroom.
"don't, miya." atsumu was sure that then he could feel thousands of volleyballs slamming against his chest as he heard his last name fall from your mouth. his throat squeezed tightly, suddenly feeling parched from the dry and cold atmosphere between you. his hand from where it was reaching out to you, falling sadly to his side. "look, i-" you turned your shoulder, your eyes catching a glimpse of atsumu. "i'm so sorry, baby, please don't shut me out." you had to scoff at him, the mere irony of his own sentence, but you chose not to. your hands slowly unfolded, your palms were clammy from how you were intensely holding them close. "but you can shut me out?"
atsumu takes one step closer to you before taking a deep breath. "no, shit, i know i did, but," you really couldn't handle the awkward tension in the air but avoiding it would only make it worse. "but i hate being angry. and i'd hate it even more when you're angry at me too." it didn't take much to fully face atsumu but with the two heavy weights on your shoulders, anger and avoidance, it took much longer than it should've. "i'm not angry with you atsumu."
"please call me tsumu." he cringed at the way his full name came out once again. he begged for you to use the nickname you've always used for him. "next time this happens, i am going to keep walking." atsumu nodded quickly, his hands finding their place in yours. "now tsumu, tell me what happened? i'm here to listen.
#im sorry for the angst#but uh here u go#ill make up for this i promise#atsumu fluff#atsumu angst#miya atsumu fluff#miya atsumu angst#atsumu x you#atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x you#miya atsumu x reader#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#hq angst#omgjumin
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"I wish we could have been friends. That's all what I wanted the most. But ever since your Quirk manifested, you began to bully me. You abused me, you harassed me, and you made me feel unsafe whenever you were around. You made my life a living hell. All because I was diagnosed as Quirkless. But I'm not angry with you. I thought I would be. And I was. But then I realized that it would only make me unhappy. And after being unhappy whenever I'm with you for so long, I would never choose to feel that way again. I've accepted that we aren't friends, and that we never will be. I've also accepted that I cannot forget those years that you were cruel to me. I forgive you, Bakugō. I'm not angry with you; if anything, I pity you. You can't know happiness if your life is built around anger. For your sake, I hope your heart changes."
- Izuku to Bakugō
(NGL, I feel like this is something Izuku would say if he recognizes their toxic/unhealthy relationship & made the decision to completely cut off ties with Bakugō)
God, I wish. Unfortunately, our protagonist and the narrative would never let that happen. After all, they're rivals.
#anti bakugo#anti bakugou#anti bakugo katsuki#anti bakugou katsuki#antibakugou#anti bakudeku#antibakugo#anti kacchan#anti katsuki bakugo
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Fallen {Chapter Seventeen}
Alastor x (Fem)Reader
Alastor wasn't in the hotel the next day, I suspected him to be off causing chaos and overall calamity. But then again, he could have just been home. Which by the way, it seemed that no one in the hotel knew where Alastor stayed, other than the hotel.
Not even Charlie. I couldn't give directions even if asked, all I knew is what his home and the surrounding area looked like. Other than that, I couldn't help but feel there was something off with him last night. His grin wasn't as wide, and there was this look in his eyes...
I couldn't quite describe it.
Maybe I should have just kept my secret to myself last night. It wasn't anyone's business, much less their problem. No one needs to or wants to hear about it.
I sigh and make my way down the stairs of the hotel into the lobby. I was greeted by Charlie. "Good morning, Y/n!" She says as she approaches me. "I wanted to thank you for those ideas you gave me. Everything we talked about came in today. I don't play a ton of video games, but I had fun playing the ones we have." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad I could help."
Charlie gave me a tight hug before pulling away. "With this, we are one step closer to bringing in new patients! And, one step closer, to you being redeemed!"
My smile fell slightly. "Yeah...Hopefully." This whole redemption thing had me thinking. If I were casted out of heaven, it had to have been for a reason. I don't know what I did, but it must have been pretty bad for God to throw out one of his angels.
What had I done? What had I said? Even if the chance of redemption was possible in a place like this, who's to say God would forgive me?
If I truly were meant to be in heaven, I would not be where I am now...
Maybe I deserve this...
All of a sudden, I felt unwell. "Um, Charlie, I think I'm gonna get some fresh air." Charlie gave me a concerned look. "Are you still not feeling well?" She asks. "I'm not sure, I just..." I trailed off. Charlie put her hand on my shoulder. "I know it's tough right now." She says in a hushed voice, as not to draw attention.
"But it will get better. We'll figure something out. I promise you, you're going to be ok soon. You just have to keep your head up, and have faith in us. Just like we have faith in you." I only nodded, fearing I'd start to cry if I spoke. "Take all the time you need." She says before I walk past her.
I know I wasn't suppose to leave the hotel without Alastor. But I didn't care right now. I couldn't take this. I stepped outside of the hotel and walked down the stairs, pausing after descending the last step.
I look up, same red sky, same pentagram, same feeling of being trapped. Tears began to run down my face, I choke out a sob before falling to a sit. I hug my legs to my chest and hide my face in my knees.
I'm an idiot. At the end of the day, Alastor is not all-powerful. What can he really do to help me? So far, he's done nothing significant. That deal I made with him...I might as well just ask him to take my soul instead of just dancing around it.
I was going to be stuck down here forever.
"I never did like seeing a lady cry."
My crying paused, I slowly lifted my head to see Alastor standing before me. "What troubles you this time, dear?" He asked. I was so upset, so hurt, I felt betrayed by my own god, and I was angry. So, it didn't surprise me when I finally lost my temper.
"What do you think!?" I snap. "I'm going to be trapped here for all eternity! There is no hope for me, there never was! If I'm down here, I'm down here for a reason! There is no going back!" I stood up. "And that deal I made with you, either call it off, or just take my soul because I'm done!" My voice cracked, my anger dissolving into sadness once more.
"I wish you had never found me! I wish you never had given me hope that there was a way out! I wish you had just left me in that ally to die!"
"Death would would be better than this." I mutter. "Lost...Abandoned, without an answer as to why...I can't go on like this for the next eternity...I just can't..."
Silence fell upon the two of us. I might have made him angry by snapping at him like that. But I just don't care anymore. If he does end up getting mad and killing me right here and now...then so be it-
"I think it's about time you get a reality check."
I look at Alastor, his demeanor was clam and controlled. "You are right, in one way. You are trapped down here. There is no escaping Hell, and this silly little hotel and the princess' false hope, is only going to further fill your head with delusions." Oh wonderful.
"Great, so what? I'm just your slave now?"
Alastor stepped closer to me. "Let me finish. I can't get you out of Hell, I'm afraid that's out of my control entirely. You are right about that. But, preferring to die over finding a new purpose? How wrong you are. My dear, look around you. This place will eat you alive. So why not do something about it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It will take some time, but with my help, I say you'd make a fine demon. Though, only on the inside. Physically, is where the challenge lies."
"I can't be like that."
"And there is your problem. There is no one here to judge you for what you do now. No one frankly gives a damn down here. This isn't Heaven, this is Hell. And if you don't bite first, you'll be bit. And I assure you, Hell will bite down hard and not let go."
I took a moment to think about his words. He had a fair point. There was no judgement in Hell, no punishment. You could murder, steal, drink and drug yourself half blind, and no one could tell you you're wrong or tell you no.
But Hell would destroy you mentally and physically. If I couldn't get stronger, I'd be hurt or killed regardless.
Why should I have to suffer any longer than I have? Why should I allow myself to be walked all over? And for what?
I clenched my fist tightly. "Fine. I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, and this time...actually help me."
Alastor grins. "Excellent. Now, I'll do you a favor and call off our last deal. But, we're going to make a new one. This time, I'll help you become a proper demon. And in return, you keep doing what you've been doing."
"Amusing you?" Alastor nods. "But, I haven't...have I?"
Alastor only chuckles before continuing. "Do we have a deal?" He asks. I look down at his outstretched hand. I slowly take it.
"Deal."
#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel alastor#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel charlie
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IJUSTSAWYOURRETURNANNOUNCEMENT AND AAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I request Aemond Targaryen with the song Did you Hear the rain by george Ezra? PLS PLS PLS :)
Did You Hear The Rain - Aemond Targaryen
Authors Note: That was hella quick, but I'm on it! Send in more requests, I'm already loving them!
Word Count: 1638
Warnings: Angry Aemond
Description: Aemond himself is a storm // Did you hear the rain by George Ezra
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Whoa
Why do you treat me so?
Whoa
Why do you treat me so?
Well, you cause me to weep
And you cause me to mourn
You cause me to pack up my bags and leave home
Whoa
Why do you treat me so?
You were such a foolish brat. That was the only thing Aemond could think of as he hurriedly packed his travel pack, ignoring the searing feeling in his chest at your betrayal.
He needed to get home as soon as possible, ruining any chances for his families alliance with the Baratheons for he would not be marrying one of that mans daughters, not if his brothers message was to be believed.
‘Y/n has been found with the starks.’
He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. He had told you to just wait until he settled this matter and it would all be fixed. Why couldn’t you just fucking wait? Or maybe he just didn’t listen enough that last night he was with you, hadn’t you told him how afraid you were? Didn’t you tell him that you didn’t trust his family? That you were sure they were conspiring against you?
His chest ached as he threw on one of his riding boots, swiping the stray tear from his eye as he rushes from the room. He would get to you. He had to.
“They want me to meet with the Baratheons, try and form a marriage alliance with one of his daughters to give us an upper hand in the war.” He whispers, tracing his fingers along your cheek as you refuse to look at him, the tears falling from your eyes stabbing at his heart.
“So there is to be a war then?” You seethe, the tears beginning to fall faster.
“If they want to keep my brother on the throne then-”
“What of you?” You snap, finally looking at him. “Do you wish your brother to be on the throne?”
“Of course.” He seethes, his body flushing with anger as you stare at him.
“Aemond. Think about it-” Your hands grab at the leather of his vest, pulling him closer. “My family is of high allegiance to Rhaenyra, they have already announced it. They will not let me marry you if you are in allegiance to your brother, and never mind your mother-”
“What of my mother?!”He snaps, hand grabbing your chin harshly.
“She conspires against me…..against us.”
“They have no say in it-”
“They do. And I fear for my life the second they find out just how much I have given you.”
Oh, did you hear the thunder
Or the rain?
Means I'm coming home again
Means I'm coming home my friend
Everything. You had given him everything.
Your heart, your body, your soul, your name. You had given him anything he asked for, and he had wanted to give you anything you needed or wanted. But he hadn’t, instead he followed instructions and went to the Stronghold, ignoring your fears and pleas, ignoring your tears.
The rain was heavy on the wings of Vhagar, but he was desperate, so he pushed the dragon. Screaming at her to go faster, Move dammit, faster faster FASTER.
The sharp feeling in his chest made it hard to breathe, the panic hurting his ribs as Vhagar roared under him.
He silently begged the gods to just wait. Make sure nothing happened before he got there, to keep you safe before he lost you forever.
Thunder snapped beside him and Vhagar was pushed off the path, Aemonds body whipping off the saddle as he grunts in pain.
“It will be fine,” He smiles, nudging his nose against your forehead.
“If you leave it won’t” You seethe, pulling your head back. “So don’t”
Oh, did you steal my name?
Oh, you Jack of all trades
You're the master of none
Oh, the race has begun
I was born a champion
I was born to jump and run
You had both planned it out, wrapped in the sheets of his bed as he kept you close to him, kissing along your spine as you talked about your little fantasy. You had spoken of marrying him, and running off, taking Vhagar and going to see the world.
You and your lovely knight in shining armor.
He wanted to give you those things, he needed to give you those things. You would carry his name and his child if there was anything to say about it.
So he bites down on the pain and pulls himself up, the rain hitting his face sharply as another crack of thunder hits close, but he bared his teeth and yelled another order to Vhagar.
He was Aemond One Eye, a skilled swordsmen, bloodthirsty. There was nothing and no one that would be able to stand in between him and what he wanted. He would get to you.
His heart began to beat wildly in his chest. You wanted to marry the stark boy? Aemond would destroy you before you got the chance.
Oh, did you hear the rain?
Oh, the rain, woo
You can try and run and hide
Tearing at the chain
Oh, Lucifer's inside
It was like something was eating at him from the inside out, like a beast was tearing through his own flesh, finally exposed. A monster releasing itself from the chains Aemond has kept it inside for so long.
If what he heard was true he would burn everything to the ground.
You would regret this. You would regret him.
Oh, did your siblings tell you
I was wasting up your time?
Oh, now you're wasting mine
You put me back in line
And I'm counting every link
And I guess you think that's fine
He remembers your sisters telling you to stay away from him, which at the time only seemed to work out in his favor, he remembers their warnings. Stay away, stay away from Aemond the queens monster.
They had told you that there was no use getting to know him, he would never be yours. They warned you that you would be married to the proper alliance. But you had persisted, and you had fallen in love.
But now it was him who was worried he had wasted time, he needed you. You were the air he lived and breathed.
He would tear the place to the ground brick by brick and once he had you everything would be fine. You would run off, and find somewhere quiet, he would go back to normal.
Oh, did you hear the rain?
Oh, the rain, woo
You can try and run and hide
Tearing at the chain
Oh, Lucifer's inside
Before he knew it the bricks of the Winterfell were coming into sight, and he didn’t give Vhagar a chance to land properly before he was climbing from her and launching to the ground. The stone bites at his feet as he dashes through the keep, snapping at any maid or servant that crosses him.
He was storming into the feast hall, the rain that had been clinging to his skin was beginning to freeze under the Winterfell chill, his jaw tense and fists clenched.
The hall itself seemed to freeze as he made his way in, all the men standing to attention as his eyes found yours.
Oh, did I send a shiver
Down your spine?
Well, I do it all the time
It's a little trick of mine
Did I make you shake your knees?
Did I make him spill his wine?
Lord, I'm spreading like disease
Lord, I'm all up in your mind
Oh, Lucifer's inside
Oh, Lucifer's inside
He felt like a demon, like a beast prowling for it’s prey. His eye narrowed in on you and he was proud when he saw you shiver and step back as he stepped forward. He loved making you shiver, and by the time he was done here he would have you shivering at his every touch.
The Stark boy stood with you, knocking over his goblet of wine onto your wedding dress so he could grab your hand tightly, pushing you behind him as most the men in the room pulled out their weapons.
Aemond didn’t mind the threat, he was craving blood, and the people of Winterfell seemed just as desperate for it.
“You have five seconds to give me the girl, or I tear this place apart.” Aemond announces, drawing the sword at his belt.
“I give you my final warning to leave now… Princeling.” Lord Stark calls and Aemond all but sneers. Vhagar roars in the distance and then it begins.
Oh, did you hear the rain?
Oh, the rain, woo
You can try and run and hide
Tearing at the chain
Means I'm coming home again
Means I'm coming home my friend
Oh, Lucifer's inside
Oh, Lucifer's inside
He couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t think straight. A vision of red filled him as he slashed through men like they were nothing. The beast was out, the beast would kill anything.
You were screaming by the time he reached you, and he reached to drag you closer.
“AEMOND NO! PLEASE!” You sob, but he doesn’t listen, pulling you into him as you scream and scratch to get away. He drags you across the now empty hall. Dragging you through the blood and guts strewn on the floor, you struggle, falling into a nasty puddle and staining your hands. “Aemond please please please-”
“Please WHAT?!” He screams.
“Please don’t kill me-” You sob, holding yourself as you try to crawl back. “I’ll do anything- I won’t say a word about this-”
“I am not going to kill you….” He snaps, snatching your hair and pulling you to him. “I’m going to keep you.”
Lucifer's inside
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Getting into an Argument with them.
Mastermind, Legion (Frank), Oni
Mastermind
It was honestly rather ridiculous.
Wesker can be kind of a control freak.
So if something isn't exactly up to his code of conduct, he gets irritated.
Something as small as the forks where the spoons should be can make him annoyed.
"Damn it! Why did you have to touch and move everything!"
And he'll scramble to put everything back where it was.
"God, you're so useless."
He realized what he said too late.
He'll sort of freeze up.
He didn't mean it.
And he realizes how much he just hurt you.
He might try to hug you.
"I'm... I'm so sorry I said that dearheart."
He'll understand if you're upset with him though.
If you don't want a hug at that moment.
He's upset with himself.
If you need space for a little while, he'll respect that.
Once you're ready, he'll offer a sincere apology, complete with a well thought out declaration of his undying love to you.
A promise to never hurt you again.
And all the cuddles you could ever want.
His full attention will be on you the whole day.
Anything you wish will be yours, just ask.
He promises he won't ever do it again.
Losing you is his biggest fear.
Legion (Frank)
When Frank is angry, he's usually good about not taking it out on anyone else.
He had enough anger taken out on him going from foster home to foster home.
He knows better than to snap at other people for things that aren't their fault.
But some trials just piss him off.
Things just didn't go very well that time.
Pallets to the head, flashlights, taunting.
He was furious.
So when you ran up and gave him a hug, he was in no mood.
"Hey, get off of me!"
He might even shove you back.
"God, you're so clingy. Back the fuck off."
And he'll storm off.
The rest of the Legion are right by your side comforting you after what just happened.
Susie is the best at comforting, so she's going to be the one looking after you.
Joey's bringing snacks and comfort items (pillows, things that make you happy, etc).
Julie is upstairs with Frank, chewing him out.
"I don't give a fuck how bad your trial went! You don't take that shit out in s/o. Chill the fuck out, then take your sorry ass down and apologize."
Give it about ten minutes, and Frank will be back downstairs.
In tears.
Blubbering apologizes and begging you not to leave him.
Throwing himself at your feet pleading for your forgiveness.
You can hardly understand him through his sobs.
"I love you! I won't do it again! I swear! I'm sorry!"
The others will leave to give you two space.
"Please, please don't hate me."
He'll do anything to keep you in his life.
Oni
Kazan has always had a difficult time containing his rage.
But he's very good about secluding himself when he feels his temper soaring.
But today was just frustrating.
Everything that could go wrong, did.
Trials ended with no hooks and a nasty punishment from the Entity.
So anything could set him off.
Your interruption when he was meditating was the breaking point.
He will stomp his foot and break through the wood flooring.
He'll look at you and growl.
Standing up, nostrils flaring.
That's enough to make any normal person piss their pants.
Seeing you pale as a ghost, he'll simply freeze.
He promised you he'd never frighten you.
He promised himself that he'd never do this.
Taking a few shaking steps forward, he'll fall to his knees and gently embrace you.
Stroking your face like you're made of glass.
You can tell he feels terrible.
"I'll never do that again. I swear on my family name. Please, forgive me."
He'll understand if you're angry.
He'd understand if you hated him.
But, you're the most important person in the whole world to him.
So much so that he'd renounce being a samurai for you.
"Please, do not let this be the end. I can't bear to be without you."
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❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁❁
Character/Pairing: Al-Haithem x GN!(?) Reader
Pronouns: You/Yours
Summary: You don't know how long its been since you've even slept in the same bed as him, what was the point of this anyways? This pointless marriage was getting in his way and making you miserable. You can tell he's lost interest, you can see it in his eyes, in the way he speaks to you or lack of speaking to you. He's changed completely, this is not the man you married.
Warnings: Modern!GenshinAU, Angst no comfort, maybe I'll write a comfort fic after this, triggering topics mentioned (Depression, suicide idolation mainly)
Authors Note: This is very self-indulgent =^._.^= ∫
Was playing I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski while writing this
Also Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl
Reminders I still take requests!!
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The car rumbles as you travel down the empty highway, the silence deafening as the two of you sped past the exit. The exit home flies past your eyes as you look ahead, you wished the car would swerve and crash as you stared ahead at the empty road. Not a soul out this late yet here you two were, driving down the freeway in the silence. Not even a whisper from the radio as you stared coldly at it.
"Would you like to turn it on?"
His voice traveled to your ears like a sweet serenade sung only for you, like the melodies were meant for you and only you. Yet you recoiled at the sound, your body almost jumped away from it. It disgusted you, made you feel angry, bitter, pure hatred. This man had wasted your years, this wasn't the young boy who'd blush and promise to live for you and only you, this wasn't the man who'd let only you see his small smile as you spoke about your day, this wasn't the man you married. This was a husk, a dead carcass, the shell of your first and only love.
"M..My lov-"
"Don't call me that. Its been almost 2 years since you last told me you loved me, much less call me any pet-names."
Your voice was as dull as your eyes, they used to shine with love and affections you only held for your lover, now they looked at the street in front of you, the yellow lines passing by the windows in pale blurs as you watched them. The light gone, love and affection for Al-Haithem fizzling out and dying, it rotted and decayed before bubbling into full fury. Your anger felt hot and sticky, bubbling and burning bright as you stared ahead, watching the exit toward your shared home pass by.
"Why are we doing this?"
Your words hit Al-Haithem like a slap to the face, he knows what you mean. Yet he's sat here driving this car and answering like a fool.
"I thought a drive would help clear our minds... I could see in your face, you look quite exhausted."
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it."
Al-Haithem sighed, playing ignorance for what reason? He didn't know himself. You spoke again, sadness, angry, all types of emotions weaved into your tone as you looked forward at the dark road in front of you.
You sighed and continued to watch the road.
You felt sick, you wanted to open that car door and roll out onto the road maybe if you did you wouldn't feel like this any longer. You didn't want to die... Did you?
Your husband lover roommate, God you didn't have a clue what to call your relationship anymore.
No other words were said as you started ahead at the road, slowly hoping to run right of of it.
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Sorry to cut this short, was in a shitty place writing this and now I'm doing better😭
Might come back to it tho
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hello! I have a request for aizawa! With prompts “Fuck,I wish I never met you!” and “Let me fix your hair”? You could can chose one but if ur doing both can u do a hate relationship against the reader and aizawa but forced to work/teach the reader? Or yo to you! I would love to see what u come up with since I love ur blog sm! Thank you 💗💗
Hoping you like it, Anon! I feel like Aizawa would treat younger colleagues like kids haha. Also, drink water and eat well, Anon; thanks for requesting!
—Viburnt
𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨̄𝐭𝐚 || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬
The uncomfortable cold shoulder you were giving Aizawa was getting him on his nerves, his tired eyes burning into your back as you refused to even look at him. It was not his fault the two of you were paired up for a night-watch patrol. "Could at least try to cooperate," he thought as you looked at your phone instead of listening to him.
Exasperated, he snatched your mobile from your hands and threw into the backseat of the car.
—Hey, what the fuck? That's expensive, you prick! — You yelled, fuming with anger. The man squeezed your face with his hand to make you look at him.
—Look, you can be a brat all you want, kid. Be my fucking guest, but this mission is important and I'm not letting some wannabe big shot ruin it, got it?— He said seriously. The tone of his voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine; you hated how he didn't have to yell at you to show how angry he was.
As a matter of fact, you despised his guts.
The way he looked at you, how he always called you kid like you weren't an expert on your field, how his words always made you feel incompetent. You prayed to God to be given a chance to prove him wrong- or at least an opportunity to kick him in the balls.
—Do that again and you'll lose a damn finger.— You snarked, slapping his hand away. "All bark and no bite," Aizawa thought, rolling his eyes.
—Whatever you say.— He added.
"Why is he always like this?" You wondered as you reached for the radio to play some music.
After some hours waiting, your stomach grumbled, begging for something to eat.
—Was that you?— Aizawa amusedly asked, picking up the way your body called for food. — Did you not eat beforehand?
—I did, ok? I just ate lightly.— You lied, not wanting him to know you'd in fact forgotten about having a meal before patrol.
Wanting to distract yourself from Shōta's comment (and from the emptiness in your guts), you rummaged through your pocket to grab a small box of bubble gum you'd bought in advance, picking one of the long fruity pieces of candy to unwrap it.
—Don't eat in the car.— Aizawa uttered as he adjusted his seat. It was going to be a long night waiting for the targeted suspect to appear, so he wanted to be (at least) comfortable.
—Don't eat in the car.— He heard you mock in a high-pitched sardonic tone, his eyes watching as you chewed on the gum. —It's candy; you chew it, not eat it.
—It's gonna leave my seats sticky, and I'm not cleaning some girl's mess.
—Can you stop policing everything I do? Jesus Christ, I'm not a toddler.
You formed a big bubble with your treat, boasting about it in front of him. A malicious idea crossed Aizawa's mind...
*pop*
—Ugh, Aizawa what the fuck? You got it in my hair!— You complained as the man chuckled, proud of his little prank. "Why does this idiot always have to mess with me?", you wondered as you tried to get rid of the sticky rests of candy from your hair.
"Should teach her to listen," he thought to himself, watching you anxiously try to fix the mess he'd made.
—Relax, kid. I warned you, didn't I?— He said with abandon as a sly smile appeared on his lips. —Maybe learn to follow instructions.
—Fuck, I wish I'd never met you! You are the worst.— He heard you yell, you'd gotten more upset than he had planned you to react. Getting off the car, you slammed the door to let off some steam, cursing.
It reminded him of the very first time he had worked with you. You were much more joyful and eager to cooperate, but as the mission progressed, the goofy smile you had became a frown. After that, Aizawa simply understood it as if "You couldn't take orders from him".
He remained silent for a second, whatsoever, feeling a little bit of guilt. You were just hungry, he could've let that one slide, he guessed. Deciding it was better to apologize before the already bumpy relationship he had with you got worse, he joined you outside for a moment.
—What do you want?!— You screamed, not wanting to see him.
—Don't be so dramatic, it's just gum. I have so wet towels on the glove compartment.
— "I have wet towels. Oh, look at me, I'm Eraserhead, I tell people what to do"— You snapped, not being patient with his antics. — Maybe don't be such a giant imbecile for once? Would it kill to have some respect for me?
—I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd get so-
—That's the thing, you never think! I'm not your student for you to act so superior all the time.— You lashed, letting your thoughts out. —I'm not a kid, Aizawa, I may be a little younger but still.
Shōta looked at you briefly, stunned by your rant. His behavior was uncalled for, he had to admit. For a long while, he just guessed you were a inexperienced brat because you'd decided to be a more commercial hero instead of keeping an underground profile like he did.
But thinking about it, most of his colleagues were like that, even Mic. He had been unfair to you.
—I worked hard for this position, you know? I busted my ass for hours, day after day to be recognized as hero out there. Why can't you fucking see that?
Your words sinked into your colleague's mind, making him feel remorseful. His eyes softened as his gaze found yours, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs.
— I know how to get the gum out of your hair...— Aizawa mumbled. It caught you off guard but it was his way of saying "OK, I fucked up and I'm sorry. Let me try to fix it."
—What? — You asked, dumbfounded. The anger in your face faltered for a second, confused by his sudden change of attitude.
—Look, I'm sorry for treating you like a kid, I really acted like an asshole.— You heard him explain. — But let me try again, ok? We'll probably be working together a lot more in the future so let's try not to kill each other for a second.
You sighed, still annoyed, but decided to allow his approach.
— Go on.
—Eri sometimes gets stuff on her hair, it's not very hard to do.— He assured, motioning you to step closer to inspect the aftermath of his actions. Looking at you, you weren't a bad hero, much less a bad person.
Sensing honesty in his words, you decided to forgive him.
—I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I was just-
—Don't sweat it, I deserved it.— He assured, opening the door of the car again for you. —Let me fix your hair.
—... Who's Eri?
—You'll meet her some time...kid.
— Eraser-
—Sorry.
#my hero academia#aizawa shōta#aizawa shouta#aizawa x reader#anon#bnha ask#Aizawa can be a jerk but he eventually grows a soft spot for you
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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 8 🦌
"Fawn's Punishment"
Content: Restraints, belts, intended non-sexual spanking, defiant whumpee, unearthed childhood trauma, slight nsfw warning (or full nsfw warning idk where y'all would draw that line. Basically whumpee accidentally finds out they have a kink. This is the only time the series will get nsfw.)
1,600 words
Hey, part 8! Who's ready for our little Fawn to finally get put in their place? I know I am! :)
Sorry for my absence recently. A few weeks ago my brother and his friend dragged me out to chaperone a concert 2 hours away when I was starting to feel sick, and I'm disabled and couldn't sit the entire time unless it was on the floor, then I got the full on FLU, then while sick I started my period, and I haven't been able to do anything for over a week. I couldn't focus and was angry and depressed about it and how sick I felt but whatever. In all honesty it was awful. And then my pet turtle died and my brother got into a car accident (he's fine).
It's been stressful, though now I'm finally ready to get back in the swing of things. I'm not too happy with this part but I blame the aforementioned reasons for it. It feels choppy and weird but whatever. I'm just gonna hit post and get it done with.
Anyways, yeah, hope you like it!! 💕
Fawn was once again tied to the bed upstairs. Though rather than being able to lay on it, their hands were bound behind their back, tied to the bedpost as they sat on their knees. They’d spent hours trying to desperately break free, though it was all for naught. All that they were left with were sore, bruised wrists, embedded with rope marks. Not to mention how bad their knees hurt, unable to switch positions.
They were so sick and tired of everything. Of being angry, scared, fatigued, and hurt. Constantly fighting between their beating, anxiety-ridden heart and their uncaring anger. They were more mad at Hunter than anything, but their stupid disorder fought against them. It made them afraid. Afraid when they didn't want to be. If they didn't have anxiety, life would be so much easier.
No being fearful of anything unnecessary. No feeling like you're running a marathon while sitting at home in bed. No nausea or sensation of vomiting. No aches and pains and panic attacks. No fear.
Yet here they were, feeling like they were about to have a heart attack, hands shaking, almost a sensation like they were being set on fire. Like they could feel the blood surging down their arms to their hands. Fear and anger were their least favorite emotions, yet they were the only ones they could feel. They weren't normally so feisty and vulgar. Though despite how much of it they threw at Hunter, they saw right through them.
They saw how soft they really were. How small, fragile, and pathetic. They hated all of it. Being perceived as both mean and feeble. Their fighting was their coping mechanism, the swears, the kicks, the biting back. They hated being perceived as weak.
Soft, yes. But that doesn't mean weak.
Most people don't get that.
Though now, they were tired of being strong. In this moment, they were weak. They loathed it. They wanted to fight back, and cry, but nothing ever changes when they do because to Hunter it means nothing. Now here they were, on their knees in a dark cold room waiting for Hunter to do God knows what to them.
Fawn was a lot like Hunter in the sense that they just wanted to be left alone. Fawn wanted to go back to their new old home, back to the animal shelter, back to working a simple daylight job at the gas station. Keeping to themself, nature, and animals. Not being perceived at all.
Unfortunately, that was merely just a wish. The door to a room creaked open, light entering from the hall as Hunter stood in the doorway. Fawn refused to look at them. A tense moment was held in the air as neither made a sound, Hunter just standing there while Fawn kept their head down. After a while, Hunter stepped into the room.
“So,” they said, “you think you can rummage through my things and destroy them? Tear them to shreds?”
“They weren’t your things. They were missing posters.” Fawn grumbled in discontent, still keeping their head down. Hunter grabbed their hair and forced them to look up, smacking them harshly across the face with their other hand.
“You are in no place to be talking black to me, especially not right now! You wanna destroy my fucking things? Then I’ll destroy you right back.” They said, a growl to their tone. They untied the rope from the bed post and yanked them to their feet, grabbing onto their arms.
"Grrr, let go of me!" Fawn yelled and kicked as Hunter tightened the grip on their fragile arms, pushing them out of the room as they hopelessly fought.
“No, you need to be taught a lesson.”
"No! No I don't! Fuck you!"
“Yeah, yeah. Keep yelling. That’ll help.”
Hunter dragged them to a chair, roughly throwing them down on it, almost knocking it backwards from the force.
"Every other time I've hurt you, it's because I've needed to help you out of something you caused. You stepped into my trap, so I took you into my home and fixed your leg. You break my window, so I pick out the pisces and give you stitches. You get sick because you’re a weak little baby, so I take care of you out of the kindness of my heart.” They said semi-sarcastically, “But now I'm afraid it's time for you to face some true consequences."
“Oh yeah, like fucking what?” Fawn growled, “Do your fucking worst, I don’t care. Fucking shoot me. Kill me like hunters are supposed to do with their prey. Fucking end me, you coward.”
“Oh, darling little fawn, we’re in far too deep for me to do that now. No, I’ve grown to quite like you. It gets lonely all the way out here, and I find you to be entertaining. You aren't going anywhere, I’m afraid. But you are going to listen to me. My cabin, my rules.”
Hunter took off their belt, folding it, the leather wearing and peeling off of it. Fawn glared at them, their eyes slowly widening.
"Hm, what's going through that pretty little head of yours? Relax, if I wanted to do that to you, I would've done it already." Hunter said, approaching them, proceeding to slap them across the face with it. "Besides, I wouldn't want to fuck something that acts like a bratty child."
"If being a bratty child is the only thing keeping your creepy hands off me, I'll gladly keep it up." Fawn said, not even reacting to the slap.
“Keep my hands off you, yes. But not my belt.” They hit them again.
“You know what I meant.” Fawn grumbled, then kicked them in the legs. “Get away from me.”
“You’re in no position to be making demands at me.”
“Or fucking what? You’ll smack me with the belt again? Yeah, yeah. Been there, done that a thousand times. You’re supposed to be some serial killer, aren’t you? You're really fucking shitty at it.”
Hunter pulled their hair, "You wanna act like a brat? Then you can get punished like a brat. Is that the game you want to play? You wanna play that game? Because I can.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, spank me like a child, why don’t you. That’ll teach me a lesson.”
“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm.”
“Yeah well I don’t appreciate being tied up and held hostage by some strange feral person in the middle of the woods, so I guess we’re even.”
Hunter yanked them up on their feet and threw them over the table so fast and unexpectedly that Fawn yelped. Just as quickly as that happened, they felt their pants get yanked down, and a belt roughly lashed against their bare skin.
"Ah! What— what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing? Act like a child and I'll spank you like one." They brought the belt down again.
Fawn's face blushed red in embarrassment. This was humiliating. It wasn't a sexual spanking, rather they were being spanked like they were a misbehaving kid. It felt like their childhood all over again. Being hit and spanked by their parents for the most trivial of things.
They'd just finally gotten away from it.
Now they were right back where they ran away from.
“What’s the matter? I thought you said this would be like nothing, didn’t you?” Hunter taunted.
“Y-you— you can’t just spank another adult and have it not be weird!”
“Hey, you’re the only one making it weird. Why? Do you like being spanked?” Hunter teased, and brought the belt down harder. Fawn jerked and let out a surprised squeal. Hunter chuckled darkly. "I think you do."
"Shut the hell up." Fawn nearly cried. The tone was cracked and scared, not angry. "Stop it. Stop it! I'm not a child, stop it, I'm not— you shouldn't— you can't punish me!"
"Then stop acting like one. That's the point. Because you're a child. It's not my fault you're a freak who likes being hit."
"I do not like it!"
"Yeah, sure. Maybe not by me, but you do. You're clearly humiliated though, which was the goal. So it works."
Fawn shut their mouth and stayed quiet as Hunter talked and hit them. As if they couldn't make their embarrassment any worse, their brain, throat, and tongue plotted against them, as they involuntarily pleaded, "Mom, stop."
"Aww, am I reminding you of mommy? Were you spanked as a kid? How sad." They condescended, hitting them harder. “Childhood traumas that turn into adulthood kinks, how unfortunate for you.”
“No… you... you don’t remind me of my mother.” Fawn said sadly, “You’re far too nice for that.”
Hunter was about to bring the belt down again, but the statement surprised them, causing them to hesitate, bringing it down in a light tap, rather than a spank.
Hunter grumbled to themself under their breath, then said, "Fine. You're done. For now." They untied their hands and threw them onto the floor, "Now pull up your pants and get out of my sight. I think you should spend some time alone, be sure to think of me in the process, though."
"Fuck you. Pervert." Fawn spat, and Hunter left.
They were so mad at themself. How that turned them on. They knew it wasn't their fault, it was just a bodily reaction, but still. They were being spanked by their captor, just like their mother used to do. That shouldn't turn them on!
They were frustrated in more ways than one, and wanted to rip their hair out. It wasn't supposed to be sexual. Yet here they were, feeling assaulted and ashamed.
This was not their fucking fault. This was not the consequences of their actions. They wouldn't let Hunter manipulate them with their bullshit. Won’t let them groom them into thinking they’re some kind of authority figure.
They’d sooner wish for the apocalypse then to be subservient to them.
You're all gonna see a turning point for Hunter the next few chapters, so I hope you're ready for some focus on them. Also this part wasn't originally supposed to get a bit sexual, but that's just where it ended up when I wrote it. Hope it's okay, it's my first time ever putting out anything nsfw so I'm a little bit nervous 😅
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My girl
for the love of god i can't bring myself to write anything too spicy phasdjha
I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone so bare with me- hope you still like it tho<333
summary: you and Leon relax after a night out
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It started out like a regular Friday afternoon. Leon had taken you out to dinner earlier, and now both of you are sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some kind of movie.
Neither of you is paying attention to the TV or to the heavy rain against your apartment window. Just the fact that the two of you are able to spend time like this, not caring about anything but yourselves, was more than you could both wish for. Due to Leon's tight work schedule, it was always difficult to find some quality time, so often you'd just find yourselves going to bed rather than going out.
You had quickly found your way into Leon's arms, listening to his heartbeat and taking in his scent as the soft sounds of the TV started to lull you into a gentle slumber. The only thing keeping you from fully drifting off to sleep was the thick tension in the air.
Leon had been acting rather strangely the whole night, pulling you closer out of nowhere, only to let go of you completely a second later. As you brought up his strange behavior this afternoon, he just laughed it off, telling you that "everything is normal." Was he angry at you, or did you hurt him in any possible way? Your train of thought made you overthink everything you had been doing tonight, and out of curiosity and self-doubt, you decided to ask him again.
Still sleepy, you whisper, "Hey, Leon? I can feel that something is wrong. Just talk to me, please." Slowly, you lift yourself up a bit, so that you can look into his eyes properly. "Have I done something wrong?"
He lets out a soft laugh, yet his facial expression doesn't change. "It's really nothing, sweetheart."
"Leonnn..." you whine out of desperation, anger slowly forming within you.
Instead of answering, he brings one of his hands up to your face, gently caressing the soft skin of your cheek. "You really wanna know what bothers me?" he mocks your tone, his eyes searching for your gaze. Only a single touch of his had your head spinning, and with the way he looked at you so lovingly, you couldn't suppress a soft smile.
"Just tell me already..." another whine leaves your mouth. "You're such a tease."
You could feel his other hand moving to the small of your back, gently drawing small circles onto your shirt-covered body. A sigh leaves the man's lips. "Me? A tease?" he asks in a dramatic manner while raising an eyebrow. "Have you seen the dress you've been wearing tonight?"
His gentle touch gets more intense with every word he speaks. Now, his hand that previously rested on your cheek makes its way toward your neck. Leon's cold gaze shifts, breaking eye contact and eyeing the loose white shirt you are wearing.
When you came home tonight, you quickly took off your pretty black dress and only put on one of Leon's big shirts, since they're the most comfy.
His eyes wander up the skin of your exposed shoulder before they finally move back to your face.
"Now you're even wearing one of my shirts..." Your breath hitches as he starts talking again. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" His voice is soft, yet a bit raspy, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
Getting shy all of a sudden, you look away as a dark red shimmer starts to appear across your face. His big hands make their way to your face again, turning your face to his. His thumb gently caresses your lower lip as he pulls your face even closer to his. Now just a few inches separate both of your lips.
It feels like the world stops spinning, and everything goes quiet—the rain outside, the noises of the TV—nothing matters right now. Only you in his arms, his fast heartbeat, and the tingling sensation you feel all over your body.
Even if you didn't want to, you couldn't help but close your eyes and take in the moment. Your whole body aches for his touch, for his body and his encouraging words and praises.
Softly, you move closer, closing the gap between you two. Your lips collide, his movements sending a warm sensation down your body as he tries to pull you even closer. If you weren't lying on top of him like this, your legs would have given in by now.
The kiss is long and heated, still full of passion and love. You'd never grow tired of his kisses; his soft but rough lips are like a drug for you, wanting more and more every time.
Your hands move behind his neck, gently tugging on his silky hair, which has him humming in appreciation.
After what feels like an eternity, you both have to stop to catch your breath. Both of you are panting heavily as his icy blue orbs watch your every move.
Out of nowhere, he sits up, resting his head on your shoulder and entwining your hands with his.
He struggles a bit to find the right words and has to take a deep breath before he starts whispering into your ear.
"I love you more than anything else, my love," he pauses. "You're everything to me. My sweet girl."
Your heart skips a beat at his words. His light grip on your thighs, and his lips now kissing up and down your neck, have your blood rushing through your veins, leaving your cheeks tinted red.
Still breathless, you're sitting on his lap, closing your eyes again and gently petting his head. While he continues to place light kisses on your neck, he murmurs other sweet nothings into your ear, sometimes quiet whimpers interrupting him.
Seeing him so vulnerable fills you with pride, knowing that you're the only one able to see this side of him. If only you could make him feel like this all the time, show him that expressing his emotions isn't a bad thing - but it feels like you have to start all over again whenever he comes back from a mission.
Those moments mean everything to you; they make up for the weeks and months he spends far away from you, often even unable to text or call you.
But for him, you'd wait forever. No matter what happens, you'd always welcome him with open arms.
Leon's teeth hesitantly grasping your skin bring you back to reality.
"Are you tired, Lee?" you ask.
Leon, whose eyes are closed, just nods tiredly, his head still resting on your shoulder. You know him well, probably better than the poor man knows himself, so you can already sense how Leon's body softly goes limp.
"Come on, I'll take you to bed, honey." Only a few moments later, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzles his face into your back, and drifts off to sleep.
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Sixteen (short preview)
Warning: mentions of sexual abuse implicit against minors, self-loathing.
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“What happened wasn't your fault, boy.”
Eywa, Spider wants to rip his mouth off if he doesn't shut up.
It was not your fault. It was not your fault. You were in a vulnerable position. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't. He was fed up with everyone saying that! As if those words would magically fix everything.
“Spider” Jake tried again, but Spider didn't want to listen anymore.
“Shut up! Shut up! Simply shut up! Can't you just leave me alone like you always have?! Hell, I'm fine, okay?! I don't need your pity or treating yourself like I'm sick! I'm not sick, shit!”
He feels his body warm, his heart beating furiously in his chest. He was angry, very angry, and he focused on her, because anger was easier to deal with than the pain and shame of what had happened to him.
(You have such a nice body, boy, and you were practically begging me to touch you walking around half-naked, aren't you, cutie?)
He wanted to throw up and he did. Fortunately, Jake got the bucket within reach of the boy's mouth just in time and didn't make the mistake of touching it like the last time. Spider was grateful for that, he was going to freak out if more than he already was.
“Alright, breathe Spider. It's over. Breathe." Jake spoke softly.
Spider hiss.
“F***! Nothing's okay, Jake! Nothing is ok!! Shut up!”
“Maybe not now, but they will be, Spider. I can guarantee that.”
“When?!”Spider screams.”When are things going to be okay?! When am I going to be okay?!”
“Spider...”
“When am I going to stop hearing his voice talking about how handsome I am?! When will I stop feeling your hands touching my whole body?! When will I stop wanting to rip my skin off?! When will I stop feeling disgusted with myself?! When?! Tell me Jake!”
“I don't know!” Jake screams too, hand running furiously through his hair. “I don't know, Spider. God, I wish I could make this stop, boy. I wish I could take this pain away from you, son.”
The weariness and sadness in Jake's tone made the anger that burned through his veins cool a little and the guilt started to rise, but Spider wasn't in a position to deal with it right now. So he just brought his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and rested his head on them.
He heard Jake sigh and just when he thought he was going to be alone - part of him wanted to be alone, the other part didn't. What a fucking mess. –, he felt Jake sit beside him at a distance that made him comfortable and he didn't say anything, nor touched him. He just stayed beside him, which was all he could do.
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