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miceonpluto · 10 months

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Anomaly 888

Part 1 Part 2

summary: miguel catches word of an anomaly in universe 888 and sets off to interfere. meanwhile you fumble through the worst patrol day you’ve ever had. disgruntled and discouraged, you make your way home, only to find you’re not the only one there.

word count: 1.8k

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“A spider from universe 888 has reported a potential anomaly. She says she’s found a couple of robber guys webbed to walls on scenes she was never at, and witnesses say they remember seeing a black and white suit—Those aren’t our spider’s colors.” Lyla said while hovering above Miguel’s shoulder.

He furrowed his brow and swiped through CCTV footage and multiversal diagnostics and clicked his tongue tentatively. Nothing was out of the ordinary, which in and of itself was unusual. Anomalies were always accompanied with bursts of glitched disaster but nothing in the files Lyla retrieved indicated an anomaly’s presence. “I don’t see any spikes in abnormal frequencies though. Que raro—I’ll check it out. Tell her to stage a robbery and lead the anomaly to 64th street, I’ll keep a close eye from there.”

Lyla blipped over to the communication panel and tapped away. “Done. Anything else?” Miguel’s eyes darted away from her and he huffed.

“Hmmmmmm?” Lyla grinned

“telljesstobeonstandby”

“What was that?”

“Damn it woman! Tell Jess to be on standby! I know you heard me.” He rolled his eyes and fiddled with his teleporter. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah I heard you,” She cackled and kicked her feet as Miguel shrugged her off his shoulder. “she’s already here.”

“Dios mío.” He huffed and disappeared into the light of the portal.

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You sat on top of a bodega, swinging your feet, and surveyed the busy street below. You observed tired men with sagging shoulders trudge their way to the subway, old ladies leisurely walking their yappy dogs around the block, giggling kids skipping down the sidewalk. All who people who were too consumed by the mundane to keep up their vigilance. Which is exactly why you were here, “to look after the little guys.” That’s what SpiderWoman said. She was an incredible hero, but she was just one person. One person can’t save everyone. This was a reality you were painfully aware of. Bad people slipped through her webs all the time, and you wanted to help catch them in yours.

The sun set below the skyline, bathing everyone below it in a warm orange glow, and deepening the shadows in the alleyways. You were on high alert now, sitting straighter and prepping yourself to leap down onto the street if need be. You had your eye on a shifty hooded figure who was walking a little too fast and getting a little too close to an unsuspecting woman and her purse. As soon as they were in arms length, they snatched the purse, and bolted around the corner.

You jumped down and tried to catch up. They were more nimble than any other street thief you’ve ever caught. They usually barrel through the crowd, bumping into people and slowing themselves down in the process, but this one expertly skirted through the mob. You realized you’d have to pick up the pace if you wanted to catch them. In an attempt to cover more ground, you shot your web to boost yourself forward, but to no avail. Your web shooter made a weak “shhk ssshk” sound when you tried to shoot them again.

“Shit! Not now! Please, not now!” You groaned while dashing around another corner in pursuit of the thief.

You’d followed them into an alleyway and sighed in relief once you saw it was a dead end. They had just made your job so much easier. “I’m gonna need that back.” You said smugly with your hand on your hip. Though you stood confidently on the outside, internally, you were begging your web shooter to work as you aimed at the purse to yank it back to you. You shot and…it worked! You tucked the purse safely under your arm and aimed at the robber to web them to the wall. Nothing came out. You tried again and the “sshk shhhk” sound was all that followed. “Guess I can’t get lucky twice.” You sighed. The robber shook their head and you could’ve sworn you heard them laugh at you. After peaking out of the alleyway to find the owner of the purse you turned back around to confront the thief. “I wouldn’t laugh now, you’re still cornered-“ But they were gone. “What?!” You ran around frantically looking for where they could’ve gone but there was no trace of them.

“This isn’t good…” You palmed your face and shuffled back into the crowd to give the purse back to the woman. She was gone too. “What is going on right now?” You whined. You’ve had rough days but nothing like this had happened before. All you could think to do was turn in the purse to the closest police station. Of course you couldn’t do that in your suit. You peeled off your mask with a sigh as you slipped out of the suit, leaving you in the spandex bodysuit you’d made. The legs and sleeves had bunched up during the pursuit so you adjusted them until they stretched around you comfortably. After you were assured your suit was fully hidden behind a trash bag in a corner of the alley, you made your way to the station.

“I found this on the sidewalk.” You said as you slid the purse across the desk. The sleepy cop barely glanced at you before grabbing the purse and putting it in a lost-and-found bin behind him. “Thank you. Have a good night.” He muttered gruffly while clacking away at his keyboard. “Yeah, you too.” you responded, already on the way towards the door.

You felt along the wall of the ally until you got to the corner where you left your suit. It wasn’t there. “W-What?” You felt your chest tighten. “No no..nonononono” You frantically grabbed your phone out of your leotards breast pocket and shone the flashlight along the dirty alleyway. Your chest heaved as the white light illuminated trash and fading graffiti, but no suit. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe around the forming lump in your throat. How could this have happened? Why was today going so wrong for you? With your suit gone your patrol was finished for the night. Your web shooter finally decided to work as you swung up to the roof of your apartment, which only made you more frustrated. You landed on top of the gravel with a soft crunch, and you wiped your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling.

As you walked towards the exit door, you heard the ground shift somewhere nearby. You whipped around and flickered your eyes across the roof, searching for what or who disturbed the silence. The city air stood still around you, heavy with the overwhelming feeling that you were being watched, making the hair on your arms prickle. You suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, if someone were here with you, they had the upper hand. Your webslinger had been malfunctioning all day, if something did go wrong, you’d be defenseless. That thought made your stomach churn so you sped to the exit, making your way to your apartment. The dark, damp stairwell made your skin crawl even more so you hurried your way down, faster and faster as the echo of your own footsteps made your heart beat wildly. You made it to your door, hands shaking as you typed in the code to your apartment. As soon as the keypad flashed green, you yanked open the door, slamming it behind you.

Your chest was still pounding and you took a big breath to try and steady yourself. Your suit was gone, and a disappearing criminal was now on the loose. You threw your webslingers onto the tiny kitchen island and held your head in your hands. Why you? Why today? All you’ve ever done is try to help people so why was this happening? You choked back a sob and slunk to your room.

It felt…colder on the way there? Maybe you forgot to close your window earlier. You pushed the door open and hovered your hand above the light switch as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. A tall, dark figure, silhouetted by pale moonlight, loomed over your desk. Its large claws gingerly flipped through the pages in your notebook of blueprints. You tried backing away slowly but the stranger jerked around to face you with an inhumane quickness. Their eyes glowed red and narrowed at you as you instinctively tried to shoot a web at him , completely forgetting that you weren’t wearing your webshooters. “Fuck!” you tried to book it back towards the kitchen but you felt something yank you backwards. You started to scream but with a small flick of the creature's wrist, your mouth was webbed shut. Webs? The only other person you knew with webs was SpiderWoman, and whoever this was clearly wasn’t her. So who was this?

You stood there, wide eyed and petrified of the stranger in your room. They looked you up and down and tilted their head to the side. “You didn’t sense that I was in here?” Their voice was surprisingly smooth, and the baritone rattled you to your core as it broke the silence. You continued to stand there like a deer in headlights.

“No spidersense?” You mirrored the confused tilt they displayed earlier. “Strange.” You stood there staring at them as they continued flipping through your notebook. The red web that tethered you to them hung slack. If you could inch your way towards the window maybe you had a better chance of escaping. As subtly as you could, you planted your feet and got ready to run for it, but as soon as you took your first step, they had your ankles bound. You almost face planted, but they pulled the web taught and you were jolted upright, now dangling a couple inches off the floor.

“Pretty clumsy for a spider.” They sneered, and you caught a glimpse of two very sharp, glimmering fangs. “You’re coming with me.” Your eyes stung with tears and your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. You were being abducted by a demon creature of the night and there was nothing you could do about it. Your head began to spin as you hyperventilated and you felt your consciousness slipping away. In the midst of your blurry vision, you saw them open a duffle bag, toss a few more of your notebooks inside and zip it up. With one arm they hung you over their broad shoulder and secured you there with a web around your back. You wouldn’t be able to get away regardless. You felt pathetic. You heard something click and beep, a low humming sound followed immediately after. The sound got louder, your room suddenly burst with yellow and orange light, soon, you were engulfed in it as the stranger walked on and your world faded to black.

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this is my first published fanfic so sorry if the format is a little funky! i’m super excited to keep writing this hehe i’m having so much fun

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel atsv #miguel across the spiderverse #miguel smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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cardigan / james potter

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james potter x fem reader

angst

word count: 1.1k

in which james knows she’s the wendy to his peter, but she keeps slipping from his grasp

but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

a/n: sooo i was originally gonna make this a folklore love triangle series but i wrote this oneshot cause its all i had energy for and i actually love it kinda but i hate it at the same time since it’s so so rushed- i really wanted to get something out for you guys. i don’t even really know how to categorize it because there’s not even that much dialogue or characterization, it’s more just my interpretation of a cardigan james potter fic. this isn’t proofread haha so i sincerely apologize for any errors. i might make an august and a betty oneshot as well but this is what i have for now because i’m super burnt out! thank you for reading, i love and appreciate you all <3

requests are open!

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she’s walking along the side of the road when it hits her. it’s late, rainy. the faint glow of streetlights above her provide all the light she needs. but the darkness, the lack of laughter- his laughter- is what makes her remember.

it wasn’t always lonely with james. he’s always emulated love and light. at one point, she thought he was overflowing with it. love poured out of his words, his mouth, his lips. stars spilled from his eyes, that ever-present twinkle. his hands made magic. everyone who’s met james has always known this. but she, naively, thought there was enough of his love to go around.

it had run out in august. the apologetic phone calls stopped coming, and so did he. there were no more pebbles thrown at her window late at night, no more secrets shared in the stolen hours that james spent in her bed, sneaking back out of the window at dawn as if he was never there in the first place. she would watch smiling from the windowsill as he climbed down the lattice, nimbly jumping the last few feet and blowing her a quick kiss. and as the sun rose, she would observe silently, wondering how lucky she was to be in love with a boy like james potter.

but she doesn’t watch the sun rise anymore. how can she, when it is what reminds her the most of him? she doesn’t do a lot of things anymore. she’s quieter now, a shell of a girl. she doesn’t talk for hours on end now, playing with the cord of the landline, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. softly-whispered “i love you”s are reserved for diaries and love letters he’ll never read now, not james on the other end of the phone. and try as she must, she can’t stop remembering the sound of his voice: warm dark roast, the texture of crushed velvet armchairs. the way he talked too fast sometimes, words jumbled together from enthusiasm. the way some of his words were thick over the phone, muffled by pillows pressed against his face, and others were so thin you could hear their hearts beating through the line.

and then all of the memories and sacred words shared, were gone in the span of a single song.

the streamers had adorned the school gym. her favorite song was playing- how could she not dance? and james wasn’t there yet, although he’d said he would be. sure, he had a tendency for being late. but he loved her- right? later he would argue that she danced with that guy from math class just to make him jealous (which, admittedly, was not a difficult feat- james was infamous for his protectiveness)- but in reality, all she wanted was a chance to spin in her highest heels. to shine.

but james was arrogant, too. he’d danced with lily evans just to spite her back, and when she’d spotted him from the far side of the gym, she’d fled. she saw it in his face- the way something had changed. and so she walked home on cobblestone streets, holding her heels in her hands, wishing she’d never needed to shine in the first place.

she can’t forget any of it. not when he came to her door, that night of the dance. standing in the soft light of the porch at midnight, a frown muddling his features, a bouquet of flowers in his arms. lilies and hyacinths and daisies, her favorites. in fact, all three are planted in her garden. she often dreamed they’d get married there- a backyard wedding, with friends and family and florals everywhere. she would wear a flower crown with her veil, and james would have some sort of pretty boutonniere. but that image had been fleeting, drifting from her mind as she’d accepted his apology, and given one back. he’d pulled her into a deep hug, but she remembers him turning around to walk home. he’d given her a smile she couldn’t quite decipher, a look of bittersweetness and sadness and love all at once. his dark brown eyes bore into hers, but the usual smile-crinkles on his face were gone, and his curly hair fell flat, illuminated by the streetlights.

she’d known, then, that he wanted more. but up until summer, she’d still thought that was enough.

they’d gotten into another fight in july. she can’t even remember what it was about now. she can’t remember a lot of things. but she’s never forgotten his words.

“i’m only seventeen, i don’t know anything, i’m sorry, i-”

her response had been bullets, words ricocheting off the walls. “you don't know what, james? if you love me or not?”

of course he had. he was james potter, after all- the type of boy to stop the car on the side of the road to pick flowers, the type of boy to wear red converse and learn how to braid hair, the type of boy to know if a girl was the one on the first date. he wasn’t the kind of person who stood there, tongue tied, eyes brimming with hurt, and stayed silent.

but humans are messy, complex, inexplicable. they constantly change, and he had changed right before her eyes. the shell of the boy he used to be, with no reason other than the summer sun.

so then came august, inevitably. a blur of strawberry blonde sand and salty waves, long legs twisted in bedsheets and sunkissed skin fading into memory. james had laughed away his emotions; she’d cried them all out, every last teardrop. they were right back at square one, two sides of the same coin. and now here she is, under the same sky he’d kissed her for the first time under, wondering how on earth anyone could ever stop loving james potter.

because the truth was, he was her neverland. that childish grin of his, the way he could transport her back in time by weaving a daisy crown or putting on a nostalgic song on his record player. but he’d always thought she was his tinkerbell, forever by his side and sprinkling fairy dust wherever she went. he could patch her broken wings- he knew he could. but the thing about wendys, true wendys, are that they grow up without notice sometimes, and oftentimes they possess a sense of vulnerability that peter pan will always shy away from.

she was magic, but she was also james’s cardigan. whenever he put her on, called her his favorite, the warmth of their relationship seemed to ebb away. moth holes appeared- tattered sleeves grew tight- and time passed. but he always came back, and she always let him back in. the wendy to his peter, forevermore.

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coolaboutlucy · 3 months

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𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 | 𝙚. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙭 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: ellie williams x abby anderson

w/c: 1.2k

tags: kinda angsty, takes place during santa barbara era, not proofread, some descriptions of violence and injuries, ellie and abby need therapy real bad, uh description of trauma (?), i probably missed smth, but we know that i suck at tagging, what’s new

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A/N: tried to be in my descriptive era!!! also ignore that my user isn’t the same thing that’s on the lil banner thing, this has been sitting in my drafts since 1948. 😭 anyway yall i hope i ate down. also also, song title from the other side of the game by erykah badu (w song btw u should listen to it ONG!!)

Blows were exchanged in both directions. Ellie brought a knife to a fist fight, but that meant practically nothing to Abby. Water sloshed underneath their feet, swirling with the crimson of their blood. Each punch, hit, and stab was given with emotion. They grunt with effort as they try to take eachother down, yet to no prevail. Just when Abby thought it was over, she’s overpowered by Ellie. The girl had somehow managed to hold her down in the water, drowning her. Abby clawed at Ellie’s arms, attempting to wiggle from underneath her.

A multitude of emotions wash over Ellie. Hatred, sadness and anger. But the one that was the largest in this moment was regret. Regretting not making amends with Joel. Leaving Dina alone with JJ. Everything. Her face twists and she cries as all the emotions she had bottled up finally came out. Her grip loosens on Abby and she lets her free. Abby sits up as she catches her breath, coughing a little between gasps of air. After catching her breath, Abby looks at Ellie with disbelief. She was certain that this would be her last day on earth, dying amidst an apocalypse by the hands of the girl she loathed.

“Go.” Ellie murmurs through her tears. Her legs are crossed as she sits, the bottom half of her body completely submerged in the water. The stiletto switchblade was gripped tightly in one hand as the other dropped blood where two of her fingers had been missing. Ellie thought initially that killing Abby would’ve stopped all her pain. Relieved of that false sense of justice Tommy convinced her she would feel if she had just gone after her and finished her off. But it only made her wallow more in her own self hatred. She’d turn back time if she could.

She’d make things up with Joel, become on good terms with Dina, and kick Tommy out of their quaint farmhouse before she could even hear what he had to say. But she couldn’t. After seeing Abby for what she thought was the last time at the theater, her brain chemistry had altered. She was craving to kill her. She had wrote many entries in her worn journal about it. Her nimble fingers gripped her pen as she wrote. She wrote fast and feverishly, her handwriting becoming damn near illegible. She hid these things from Dina and tried to drown herself in the task of raising another human. But she couldn’t. It was on her mind like the plague. She hated it. It made her wanna smash her head against a wall one hundred times.

Of course she understood the consequences of killing Abby. She thought it would mean nothing. She was killing another person wouldn’t matter. But she knew that killing her specifically would matter. It cost her relationship with Dina. She knows she should’ve just stayed home but she couldn’t. She needed to be in control of her mind. She hated the self destructive thoughts and how her moods were so irrational. She wanted that burden to be lifted off her shoulders.

There was a sting of silence after Ellie’s words. Abby didn’t say anything, the waves sloshed and Levs breathing could barely be heard. Ellie slouchs. She didn’t hear Abby moving. She was confused. She’s just slinky escaped death, why didn’t she leave? Why didn’t she just go take care of Lev? What the fuck was wrong with her? Ellie couldn’t understand and it made her mad. “Why won’t you leave?” Ellie doesn’t actually look at Abby. She never looks her in the eyes. She can’t.

“I’m not going to leave you here with no way home.” Abby said as she looked down at her. “I’ll get home. Just take the boy and go.” Ellie instructed insistently, raising her voice slightly. Abby hated how stubborn she was being. Ellie had a hard time accepting help and accepting it from someone she’d just nearly killed seemed well, outlandish. Abby walks infront of Ellie, crouching down to her level. “Ellie. Look at me.” Abby starts gently. Ellie turns her head in the opposite direction. “Ellie. Please look at me.” Abby asks again. Ellie won’t turn. A gentle, calloused and large hand comes up to Ellie’s face. Naturally, Ellie flinches a little. She hadn’t let anyone do this since like, forever. She had forgotten what a gentle touch was. “Listen to me. I want you to come with me and Lev. I’ll pick you up and bring you over there if I have to. I’m not leaving you here by yourself.” Ellie doesn’t say anything. She looks into Abby’s green eyes.

Despite the fact that her eyes were full of pain, they were still pretty, Ellie thought. She didn’t know why she’d been thinking about something at a time like this. A hazy fog settled around the girls, making it seem like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Ellie keeps her eyes on Abby as if something would happen if she looked away. Ellie was horrible with eye contact but right now? She was a pro. It almost seemed like Ellie was searching for something in the girls eyes. “But why do you want me to come with you? I just tried to kill you.” Ellie asks with a slightly raised eyebrow. “I just tried to kill you too. If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. But you’re not, are you?” Abby asks, mimicking her raised eyebrow.

“Huh. Well, I guess I’m not.” Ellie mumbles. Even though she was telling her that she wouldn’t kill her, she still wasn’t 100% sure. Ellie was already in enough pain as is. Abby had lost enough in life. They were two girls who were suffering in different ways. Abby seemed to also be searching for something in Ellie’s eyes. Solace. She would’ve been ridiculous to think the girl she’d just fought a handful of minutes ago would come with her. She didn’t even know why she proposed that. I mean, Ellie hated her, didn’t she? No way she’d— “Fine.” Ellie spoke again. Abby was a little shocked. “You’ll.. come with me?” “Yes. Now hurry before I change my mind.”

Neither of them smiled at their agreement. They moreover were relieved. This is what Abby was hoping for; a fresh start in their.. ‘relationship’ or whatever you’d call this. Abby goes to try and start up the boat, the sound of a sputtering engine could be heard. Ellie goes for her backpack. It drips with sea water as did her clothes. By now, it was almost entirely dark, a small lantern illuminated the boat. The fire inside flickered. The boat finally starts up. Wordlessly, Ellie treads across the water over to the boat. She sits next to Abby awkwardly because of the girls large frame. In one of her hands, she still held the switchblade as if her life had depended upon it. She hadn’t looked in Abby’s direction as the boat drove across the water, but Abby looked at her once and redirected her attention to what lay ahead. They were both painfully silent, not knowing what to say to eachother. The silence was awkward yet comfortable. Ellie wasn’t really ready to talk, nor was Abby. In their own way, they both understood that.

#abbyism #tlou #the last of us #ellabs #ellie williams x abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson #ellie tlou #ellie williams #adria writes #i wrote this on google docs using times new roman #rlly wish there were actual fonts on tumblr. 💔

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willawisp209 · 7 months

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Soooo I went to an all queer kink party in my city the other night! I've been to a couple before but this one was special. ❤️ I did two really fun impact scenes with some trans fems I had met at previous parties. I figured you freaks might vicariously enjoy my little adventures through my retelling, so here's part 1 about the first scene!

P.S. This is my first long post so please be nice 🥺

CW: Impact, Blood, Mild degradation, Play fighting, Choking

So the first scene was with my friend E. For context E is a 6' tall blonde trans fem (Maybe the closest thing I've ever seen to a goddess, but I'm getting distracted). She was bedecked that evening in a corset that perfectly framed her shoulders and bust, a short skirt that came to just below the bottom of her hip, and knee-length healed patent leather boots (swoon). I was in a short mock leather dress, with a corset of my own underneath, along with a cute red push-up bra that would've matched my panties had I not lost them in a game just minutes before. (I promise at least some of this is relevant)

E took me to a chair away from the center of the room, still well in view of the other guests but with enough space for the full use of all her beloved tools.

"Stay there," She said.

Not wanting to test my limits yet I stood over the chair obediently. She then went across the room to retrieve her rope bag, a simple canvas duffle bag filled as I well knew with the objects of my torment.

"Do you need anything before we start?" She asked in her sweet but already pitious tone. I eagerly shook my head.

"No, I'm ready," I breathed.

"Alright," She said, pulling a small flogger out of her bag. It was black leather with pink faux fur tassels between the pointed leather tongues. She stepped slowly towards me heels clacking on the cool hardwood beneath my bare feet. Then came the caress of the smooth leather and soft fur as she pressed the flogger to my chin. I gasped as she then trailed it down my neck, my shoulder, my breasts. Finding her way to the hemline of my dress and caressing my upper thigh. Then as suddenly as it came the sensation was taken away as E raised her arm, no doubt to strike me. I flinched.

"Flinching already," E teased.

"I just know how cruel you are, you sadistic bitch!" I spat.

"Sadistic bitch," she gasped, feigning surprise "I'd never." She raised her arm again smiling cruelly. Again I flinched with the memory of our previous scene in my mind. She laughed again at how pathetic she had already made me without even hitting me. I determined from that point on I wouldn't let her see my fear until she earned it. She raised her arm for the third time, this time I stood still in the inevitable path of the flogger. The strike never came, instead she just smiled, wrapping the faux fur around her hand leaving only the leather tongues for me. She then quickly moved to strike from a completely different angle hitting my exposed shoulder and upper arm. I moaned with the sting of leather against my skin. Then the second strike as fast and sharp as the first to the same place, and a third, and a fourth. The compounding stings building to a consistent glowing heat of pink and red where she'd struck me. Then a fifth strike.

"Please...," I managed.

"Please what?" Mocked E.

"Please hit me somewhere else," I tried, knowing this request was just as likely to help as to hurt me.

"No," She smirked "I'll hit you how I please". I melted at this simultaneously cursing and adoring her cruelty. Then the Sixth hit the same place as the first volley. I yelped in pain as the flogger hit the raw skin of my arm. She then landed hit after hit on my breasts, my thighs, my back, and my arms, aiming for any patch of bare skin or sensitive tissue she could find.

"It's so stingy," I moaned thoroughly enjoying the bite of leather against my flesh.

"Awww but it's so soft for me," teased E, giggling and playing the fur tassels through her long nimble fingers. Another volley of stings erupted across my back, my arms, my thighs. Through the pain the only clear site was her beautiful sadistic smile. I remembered right then why I was doomed to be her play thing, I was so addicted. I moaned out in my pain and bliss as she gave me another volley of blows. She then reached for her bag rummaging inside for her next implement, no doubt taking care in her selection both for her enjoyment and mine. Leaving me eagerly awaiting, still gently stinging in all the places she'd lovingly struck, my shoulder where she'd started being worst of all.

"Are you ready?" She asked triumphantly producing a leather paddle about the size of her hand.

"Yes Miss," I replied obediently.

"Good," she raised her arm and struck hard with the paddle against the shoulder on which she'd started. Then against my right thigh and my left. Flat stinging thuds against my skin emptying my brain of everything except the searing pain. I screamed out writhing in my agony as I collapsed into the chair.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her stern voice cutting through the ripples of pain.

"Yes ma'am," I moaned "it's just a lot."

"what's your color?" She asked.

"Green," I responded without a second thought, "But I think I need to struggle or fight back a bit'

"Do I need to tie you up?" She asked sternly, "Or do you want to fight and see what it gets you?"

"I think I'll fight," I giggled, "although I do enjoy the thought of being tied up."

"Fine," E said smiling and pulling a bigger flogger and something else out of her bag. "Do you remember these?" She teased, pulling on one of her vampire gloves. My eyes went wide with recognition. She knew how much I loved and feared those damn gloves. She then swung the flogger in a lazy arc towards my still burning shoulder, which my hand came up to block. I managed to grab the flogger, having caught her off guard I was able to start to wrench it from her grip. E's gloved hand flew to the wrist of the hand grabbing the flogger, each of the tiny spikes embedded in the fingers pressing into my skin. My other hand also joined the fray digging my nails into the flesh of her bare hand. This only made her dig the spikes into my wrist in earnest.

"Oo-oh fuck," I moaned, "Your claws are so much sharper Miss."

"Well of course they are," she laughed, grabbing both my wrists in hers. Each spike of the gloves piercing the skin soft skin of my hands. My mind cleared again, just the pain and her sadistic smile, until she brought my attention elsewhere. E brought the flogger in a wide circle to strike the shoulder she had been beating on all night again. The flogger cracked against my flesh sending waves of pain through me. Then the flogger was between my thighs ruthlessly hitting each one after the other. She was trying to spread my legs for her whims. I knew I couldn't let her. I couldn't let her see that her cruelty had been making my girlcock throb and drip. She didn't stop. Hit after hit intent on spreading me enough that I lost count. I didn't crack. She brought the flogger in a wide circle around her head and brought it down across my breasts. Again and again making coos of her appreciation at the sounds of my agony mixed with the flogger cracking against the leather of my dress. I made to strike back scratching my nails across her torso in the hopes of finding any exposed tissue I could. All I hit was the stiff fabric of her corset, grunting and hissing in my frustration.

"You bitch," E cried bringing her flogger down on my now exposed shoulder. She struck me over and over and over again, each stinging blow pushing me further to the ground beneath her. She didn't stop. I knew she wouldn't, not til I won, gave in, or used my safe word. As the flogger rained it's stinging blows onto my upper body I made the only decision I could. I gave in. I collapsed and begged her to stop. I could do nothing but cling to the bare patch of her skin between her boots and the hem of her skirt.

"Good girl," Praised E, stepping back to admire her handy work. I was panting to catch my breath and coming back into myself, my eyes unable to manage anything but a soft focus on her. She again began to search her bag. What she withdrew this time gave me chills the instant I saw it in her hands. Her rattan cane. I knew her intent was to mark me with it and smiled softly at the thought. The bruises from our last scene had lingered for weeks on my skin. I hoped this sessions would last even longer. She brought the tip of the cane to my chin lifting it with the point to meet her gaze.

"You're so pretty," I muttered high on the flood of endorphins she'd so lovingly subjected me to.

"So are you doll," E cooed, a contented smile spreading across her face, "but don't think I'll spare you anything because of it." She then skillfully brought her cane around in an arc to strike my right thigh. The cane landed twice on my right, then twice on my left. Leaving stinging bright white lines seared into my skin as a reminder of her cruelty. Two more hits one on each shoulder. The sounds of pleasure and pain mixing in my throat as I released them. Then the cane was pressed into my chin again drawing my gaze to hers. Her gloved hand flew to around my throat choking me and pressing me into the back of the chair. She held me there long enough to get my attention. Then she held me there longer. Long enough that the edges of my vision started to blur. All I could feel was my burning need to breathe and the spikes of her gloves against the soft skin of my neck. All I could see was her, her bright green eyes and her sadistic smile. I could only smell the leather of her gloves. No sound would ever rival the sound of her voice cooing praises and giving commands, so why even listen. She had my total attention. I knew she wasn't going to let me breathe til I submitted completely to her.

"Y-yellow," I managed.

"Oh, what is it sub?" She prodded sardonically, loosening her grip on my throat.

"I-I couldn't breathe Miss," I said sweetly, eyes as piteous as I could make them. I half hoped she'd call me a dumb whore and choke me hard again for stating the obvious. She didn't. Her plans for the end of our scene were much more cruel. As she stepped closer to me, she kept her eyes locked on mine and that beautiful sadistic smile glued to her face. She took one step heels clacking against the hardwood. Her next step was onto my toes precisely crushing them with the heel of her boot. One after the other with purposeful grinding malice. I screamed in pain and tried to push her away. This insolence only earned me the slash of her vampire glove across my face and more of her boots. Then she stepped away. I gasped a small sigh of relief, only to notice her returning to her bag. Her last tool was a spiked paddle. My eyes went wide with fear and pleading. I'd seen what she was capable of with the spikes of the gloves, but these were even larger.

"Please," I begged.

"Please hit you? Or don't hit you? What" she teased.

"Please start gently," I whimpered.

She struck my thigh hard with the spiked side of the paddle. Each of the spikes piercing my skin, revealing small circular dots of my bright red blood as she withdrew her paddle. I screamed in pain, my eyes shooting towards hers accusingly.

"Oh I'm sorry, must have slipped in my hand," she said, giggling and making a face of feigned pity.

"You're so mean," I praised.

"Oh, I know," E taunted. She made her final strike at my other thigh giving me matching marks from her. I was left with two hexagonal clusters of tiny round holes in each of my thighs. I was gently bleeding I noticed the overwhelming sting of the impacts subsiding. She then took her first aid kit from her bag and started to calmly prep my wounds with alcohol wipes, her strong hands keeping pressure on them with a small towel.

"You did so good for me," cooed E.

"Thank you," I managed. We discussed aftercare and got some glasses of water from the kitchen. I followed her around for a while collecting my praises and small affections, nothing extravagant but enough for me. I praised her and reassured her that I thoroughly enjoyed her cruelty, despite my suffering just as she had asked for. She then led me to the patio where we sat enjoying the cool air on our skin.

(This is where part 2 will pick up! I'll probably post it either later this week or next week depending on when I get it finished.)

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xvi-the-tower · 1 year

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Blood and Cigarettes

Smut between Jasmine Faucher (my non-MC oc) and Ais from Touchstarved. Violence mention, blood mention, blowjob, vaginal penetration. ~1000 words

As the last roughneck crumpled to the ground at Jasmine's feet, she knelt down to wipe the blade of her knife on his clothes. Content that enough of the blood was was gone, she sheathed the knife on her belt with a breathy chuckle. How long had it been since she'd been in a fight like that?

Smiling, she stood, her gaze coming to rest on her partner in crime. Ais had sustained fewer bruises than she had. One could hardly tell he'd just been in a fight, but for the sheen of sweat on his brow and chest and the blood of his enemies on his fists. She found it impossible not to stare, and with the adrenaline still flowing through her pounding heart, she wanted him. Needed him.

Ais flexed his hands a moment before he caught her staring and crossed over the unconscious bodies to reach her. With him closer, she could see what was perhaps the only injury he'd sustained: a cut on his lip. "You alright, albatross?" he asked. "You look a little da--"

Before he could finish speaking, she was on him, her hands clutching his vest, lips crushed against his. He hesitated just a moment--likely from surprise--before his hands found her hips and he pulled her against him. Their mouths worked in tandem, moved by hunger and urgency. She could taste his blood and last cigarette on her tongue, and it heated her somehow further.

While they kissed, her fingertips skated over the exposed skin of his chest, scratching lightly. When her hands found the waistband of his pants, she pulled away from the kiss just long enough to breathe, "Fuck, you're sexy," against his lips.

A dirty alleyway filled with beaten, unconscious bodies wasn't exactly romantic, but she wasn't going for romance. It had been too long since she'd had anyone but her own hand, and she needed heat.

Jasmine deftly undid his pants, fingers nimble from years of theft. His cock was half hard already, but it seemed he needed some additional coaxing. In just a few more seconds, his cock was freed from his pants and underwear. He groaned as she took him in her hand, then again as she bit his lower lip. "You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked with a smirk.

She smiled impishly, her hand stroking his member. "I don't see you complaining."

"Did that sound like a complaint?"

Keeping her eyes on his, she sank to her knees. The rough ground bit into her skin, but she didn't care. All that mattered was seeing him come undone. Slowly at first, she took him into her mouth. He was almost too big, but she managed to slip her lips over the head and down part of the shaft. Letting her saliva flow freely, she began to bob her head back and forth. Her hand moved in time with her mouth over the base. Ais' fingers tangled into her hair. He leaned against the wall, his head tilted back in pleasure.

After a few minutes, he tightened his grip on her hair to stop her movements. "Alright, sweetheart. That's enough." He tugged her hair just hard enough to make her stand and meet his lips again. Ais turned them so she was pressed against the wall. In one quick motion, he tore open the front of her blouse, sending buttons skittering across the ground and exposing her breasts to the cool night air. He pinned her arms above her head, holding them with one strong hand while the other tweaked and pinched one of her nipples.

She writhed against him. "Please," she begged quietly. "Fuck me!"

Ais nipped at her earlobe, taking her earring briefly beneath his teeth. "Of course, sweetheart."

He lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his tapered waist, and she was glad she'd worn a short skirt that day. The silk panel of her underwear was easily moved aside, allowing him to slide into her. He didn't waste time with a slow build up, nor did he need to with how wet she was. Immediately, he began to thrust into her with fast, hard strokes that pressed her into the wall.

She kept as quiet as she could, but he felt too good for her to stay completely silent. The alley was filled with his soft grunts and her panting as he bored into her over and over again. Her hands found their way under his vest, and she dug her nails into the skin of his back. She thought she felt his tattoo writhe beneath one of her hands, but she wasn't certain.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, she dug her nails in harder and sunk her teeth into his shoulder to stifle her cries. She was awash in ecstasy, his flesh the only thing keeping the whole block from hearing her. Still, he kept going, prolonging her orgasm until she felt him spill into her.

He slowed to a stop, leaning against Jasmine and the wall while he caught his breath. She tested her head on his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of their bodies entwined.

After a moment he let her down to her feet and gave her a lingering kiss. Pulling away, she gestured to her torn blouse and raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?" she asked.

His lips turned up into that smug smirk he seemed to wear so often. "What? I think it looks better this way." Even as he finished speaking, he undid the belt at his waist so he could remove his haori and drape it over her shoulders. She pulled it tightly around herself. It was warm and smelled like him, so really she couldn't complain. If he was cold without it, he didn't show it.

He gestured to the end of the alleyway. "I'll walk you home. They say these streets are dangerous at night."

She chuckled, knowing that the biggest bruise he'd gotten that evening was probably from her teeth. "Weirdly enough, I'm not too worried."

#jasmine faucher #touchstarved #ais touchstarved #smut #non-mc oc

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A scream tore itself from her lungs, the cry filled the air and hot tears poured from her eyes. She had never, from anyone's memory, been so loud in her life. When the scream cut into the air it moved into the silence like an animal, her voice was threatening to stop at any moment but the gutteral noises ripped out of her against her will.

This was the sound of loss, unknown to some, familiar to others, and it filled all the space that should've been for sounds of relief and laughter. Kay, Jim and Peony wrapped themselves around each other, Nimbra, Enid and Asumyn got to their feet, and the world stopped in her eyes.

When the rope got pulled Pearls had seen more than enough, she watched as her dad, the first person to show her love and compassion, cut his connection to the world. She had seen Nimbra take hold of him while they were inside, but he looked tired. She watched him put the last of his strength into pulling himself out of her grip. She watched Nimbra’s face fall. When Antolio looked to his friends' faces, they could see in his face that he had long made his peace, in the middle of a battlefield like a soldier to the end. Long ago Istus had warned him of fate, he had prepared himself, he just wished while he looked at their dismay he prepared them as well. He was surrounded by writhing, shadows, long arms, claws grasping around for any purchase and yet, he smiled when they got pulled away. They still had each other.

“Take care of Pearls for me”, she swore she heard him say it, and Pearls scrambled past everyone, throwing herself towards the gaping void.

It all happened so fast, and Calypso was the first to see her move, and the one to catch her as she desperately pushed towards the rift. Pearls squirmed almost painfully in the grip, but Calypso held tightly, never imagining someone so small would be able to exert so much strength, so much wild, ferocious, desperation. Pearl’s skin felt tight, her eyes burned and her voice cracked. Her frame wracked in merciless sobs. The grip was tight, not unlike the bear hug Antolio put Calypso in before leaving, it had been strong, almost as if he knew it was goodbye. It was almost in a way like she needed it, like somehow the father instinct knew to pass on his strength. Pearls reached her hands out, screaming for her dad, begging for the love she couldn't reach. She meant to say, “I love you” but her words couldn’t come out.

Pearls ears were ringing, her mind felt like it was trapped in fog. She squeezed her eyes shut, and pretended not to see it, but her memories were rushing around her. Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs.

Pearls thought back to the week before, as Antolio had sat by her side after Christmas with an embroidery kit. With nimble hands she helped him untangle and sort through all kinds of floss and yarns. When she was asked to help him with a project, excitement radiated through her, she had helped him pick through gems and metallic threads, bits and bobbles for his friends, her friends too she thought and smiled. Lio made it a point during the time he spent crafting, over and over, to take out any askew stitches and carefully he would line up the threads straight. He has gotten a pair of black wire rimmed glasses, despite having good vision in the past, and would wear them at the end of his nose while princking the fabric over and over. His eyes had grown dull, he could tell he had been nearing the end of his time. Pearls thought they made him look silly, but she never watched him work so hard, his brow furrowed in concentration, hours of work on projects a man like him would've had done in just a few moments. He would mutter “It's got to be right, this time, they need to be perfect”, and he'd look up and sigh, dropping stitches and thanking Istus for the time he had to work, smiling when the string pulled neatly through. None the wiser to it Pearls scrunched her eyebrows and reminded the tiefling, “These are for our friends, they don't have to be perfect, remember, the thought is what counts dad”, and her dad smiled, and put a hand out to brush her hair back. His voice had sounded tired, and he muttered, “yes, the thought is important, let's make sure it's made with enough love to last them a lifetime”. Pearls liked the way that sounded, she always thought love was the important part of the gift.

She remembered the rootbeer barrels he snuck to her and Kay after a long trip, and the little toys and trinkets littering her bookshelves. A wind up bird that reminded her of Kravitz, Lio's retired pocket knife she used when he taught her wood carving, a torn up painting missing pieces as if it had been bitten hung in an ornate frame above her desk, and countless stuffed toys, bugbears, krakens, and wild beasts, even a vampire bat. Her most prized momento sat on her desk, her dad's corporate name plate, Kay had swiftly taken it and brought it to Pearls when Kira had replaced it last, it was too a gift of love.

It's always been the love in these items that made them special to her, so she was excited for her friends to get their new gifts too, she saw the love put into them, she hoped her dad's work would be appreciated. Nimbra’s gift, a bandana, a deep crimson maroon, with gleaming daggers and flourishes at the bottom, and one small that matched for Crow; Lio revisited the time they spent being cowboys while he stitched away, and how happy he had been to have another bandit on his side. He told Pearls in a shaky breath that he knew that she had a hard time admitting she cared, and reminded her that often like the two of them, the people who have lost the most, are the ones who need loved extra. Pearls made a pinky promise with her dad that day she hadn’t fully grasped, to show Nimbra unconditional love in case he didn’t have a chance. She just heard it as a promise to be a good friend to Miss Nimbra, and so she promised she and Kay would be her friend no matter what. For Asumyn, a pastel dyed hair wrap made from light, iridescent fabric, stars adorned the front, and a moon was stitched in silver thread along the front; he and Pearls would rave about the beautiful ocean of waves her hair resembled, and his long neverending stories of the sea made him think of her now. Lio would tell Pearls about how proud he had been when he saw Asumyn display her powers, and learn to experience the world. Pearls smiled, she thought of Asumyn and Calypso as an extension of their little family already, she couldn’t wait to make them come to goddess brunch too when the world calmed down. Enid was the hardest for Antolio to pick right away, she was always so prepared and on top of things, something practical would've been his easiest choice, but Pearls has convinced him of something while they were shopping for supplies, much like himself Enid never took a second to relax, or to let others take care of her. So, for Enid, when the choice was made, he picked something for comfort, as she brought to everyone else so often; a large purple blanket, embroidered with shining crystals, big sweeping flourishes, and small gems. He laughed to himself and wondered if she'd ever need it, since like his partner Enid has no real need to sleep, but the two deserved some rest all the same.

The memories of her dad brought Pearls a moment of comfort, he was a lover first and a fighter second. He always had been. But as the rift then closed, and a streak of black pasted in her vision her breathing stopped and hitched. He loved her. He loved her?

So why did he leave her like this?

And why did Kravitz have to leave too?

He took her away from her family in Thunder Bay, he showed her kindness and love, and now was he just leaving her? When he first got her and brought her to the base, she swore she was going to die, but she remembered what she was taught by her mother, to be quiet and polite, “maybe�� she thought to herself, “he just needed a maid and he thought I was a good worker, so he'll keep me safe to do work for him”. She quickly realized that wasn't the case, he bought her everything under the sun, her very own bed, with her very own sheets that she got to pick out, and he spent hours on a step stool filling her ceiling with glowing butterflies and flowers after a particularly hard night where she couldn't sleep. He painted her room, and filled it with plants. He would have his rappig, Iren, follow her in and sleep at the foot of her bed to keep her safe and warm. Within days he melted through her initial fears, and she learned that more than anything they needed the same thing, family.

It was just one week after the “child heist” that she had accidentally called him dad. Antolio spent hours in his room crying, he could hardly face her. In her mind she ruined the first bond she ever wanted to keep, she quietly cried and slipped a crumpled up note under his door on pink stationary he bought her, in green gel pen she had wrote in her best handwriting “Mr. Antolio, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. Please forgive me. I understand if you hate me, I didn't mean to call you dad, I didn't mean to make you upset. I promise I'll be good now, please forgive me.” and she signed Pearls at the bottom neatly. After a hard call from Antolio, Kravitz was the first one to visit her, even before Antolio had the chance. Slicing himself into the hallway he knocked and made his way into Pearls’ room. Though Kravitz felt inexperienced in it, he was the one to explain that Lio’s cries came from fear, and from happiness, he sat with Pearls at a cramped table with a children's tea set and joked about how Antolio told him in secret about how he wanted to take care of Pearls, and how excited he was when they went to the Inn to get her. Kravitz in what felt like an instant, became to her a loving, sweet, second dad. Neither him nor Antolio had ever done this before, both were stumbling through the dark with two goals, keep her safe, and love each other. That night, after reading her note, Antolio apologized and over mac and cheese dinner told her about his family, the one he missed, his wonderful wife, and the world he left behind. He promised her he would live up to the title, and asked her again if she’d call him dad. They both cried.

The weight of it all hit Pearls, he had tried so hard, he wanted her.

He loved her, so why couldn’t she get free fast enough to save him?

Stupid.

Not strong enough.

What was she missing?

Her dad’s voice rang through her head, countless pieces of bad advice scrambled into her head. Kravitz got in, she wasn’t fast enough. She didn’t lie, or cheat, she followed all the rules. Should she have done more?

“Pearls you’re so smart, I love you kiddo, y'know I’m proud of you right? I’m sorry I always get you mixed up in Ol’ dad’s shenanigans.”, his voice and a memory of walking with him, after the two had turned into bears back at the school filled her head. She thought about all the times he took her to Sophies to train and learn. Had she not trained enough? Why hadn’t she done anything?

She thought about how Kravitz had so quickly plunged into the darkness with not even a moment’s thought. A feather fell near her feet from his flight, black inky and glittered with bits of green and purple, and she crumbled under her own weight at the sight of it. She outstretched her hand and picked it up, closer to the rift now, her eyes locked onto the bracelet that had come out with the party that Lio had worn, a gift of time she no longer had with her dads. She rushed over to it and grasped at it, now her found fathers now just two memories in her hands.

“Why wasn’t I a better druid?” her voice cracked out to nobody in particular, “Why wasn’t I a better daughter, is that why they’re gone?”. Her voice an echo of Antolio’s, “why wasn’t I better?”, the soundtrack to every nightmare of his wife, his friends, even the loss of Jim.

She looked at Kay through stinging eyes, both dad’s embraced, and wept. Kay was a good daughter. Now Pearls wasn’t even sure she was one.

She sobbed, she prayed, and she begged for Istus to change their fates. She screamed for Raven Queen to let them pass safely, her heart never stopped banging on her chest as she thought of every god and every prayer she ever had known, trying to come up with answers. But for now they were silent. She wondered if even the two goddesses she regarded as grandparents had left her now. Anxiously she wondered how the goddesses, who hung her art in temples, and on the deep obsidian obelisks in a throne room, and came to Kravitz two bedroom apartment for a brunch they didn’t even have to eat that she and her dad’s would cook and slave over on the weekends, could let her out in an ocean of guilt and loneliness like this. She wondered if she ever mattered if she didn’t have them now to help her.

Pearls wanted her dads, she wanted held, she wanted Kravitz to come to her with tea and a blanket because he was too cold on his own. She wanted a fairytale from Lio about his exaggerated stories. Her heart craved to be home.

#pearlstag #dnddrabbles #captainantolio #antoliotag #sadblog #heartbreakingcontentahead

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ashiemochi · 2 years

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pussidon - ACT II | iv

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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“Hey, kid!” Leon called out to Jiwoo skipping towards them as they were clearing the way. He was holding something in his hands.

“What do you have there?!”

“A bomb!”

Leon didn’t need to know what the child had said as he waved the grenade in his hand and Leon instantly rushed towards him.

“NO.”

✠

“Here ya go, sweetheart,” Leon carefully set the bomb and its remote on his fiancee’s hand, “I don’t have space for it.”

Helena was shooting down one of the zombies as So Ah gazed longingly down at the remote bomb that Leon had given her. He had too many and gave her the one he found. Minji glanced down at it and then back at her sister who looked like she was given a cinnamon bun.

“You’re gonna use it anytime soon?”

With such heart eyes, “No.”

✠

At some point, they entered a bar to go the way around. They were undoubtedly out of breath and Minji stumbled to the nearby chair, flopping down on it with a huff of air. Too tired to even speak, she stayed quiet to gather her breath. Jiwoo sat next to her, having been carried around most of the time but his stomach did grumble for food.

“Maybe we can even catch our breath,” Leon spoke gruffly and So Ah assumed he was replying to Hunnigan. He found a stray closed bag of peanuts next to the bottles of drinks, picked it up and made his way back to Jiwoo.

To say stars appeared in Jiwoo’s eyes would be an understatement.

“Thank you, mister!”

Helena seemed irritated, impatient even as she moved on ahead from the group, “Didn’t you hear me say we have to hurry?”

So Ah narrowed her eyes into slits at her, “Maybe we will if you tell us what’s so important at the cathedral.”

“You wouldn’t believe me…” Helena’s tone was distant, reliving a memory in her head, “It’s better if I show you…”

Furrowing her brow as Helena proceeded, So Ah scoffed. Leon set a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving her a pointed look.

“Let’s just give her a chance.”

“She’s been dragging us along from the start, Leon –”

“I get that,” Leon interrupted, lowering his voice to get her to do the same, eyes sharp but kind, “But if you keep snapping at her like that, she won’t be revealing anything anytime soon. Alright?”

So Ah went silent.

He was right – as always. Leon was smart, even smarter than her by a tad. As So Ah would like to admit. Whilst she was the fast and nimble one, knowing how to plan out her actions in her favour, Leon was incredibly perceptive. He knew the tiniest details to pick up on, basing his belief on that. Similarly back with the whole Jason’s fear ordeal, she had read the report he submitted.

It was in such detail. From Jason’s tone to Shen Mei’s secrecy, it was all written down. That’s why she can’t hide anything from him – unless she tries hard enough that is.

She doesn’t want him to know about her jealousy.

“Alright?” Leon repeated, knowing she had the involuntary tendency to become unresponsive when she’s highly stressed and he even shook her arm just a little to ground her.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, hating this outcome of being tugged along and she mumbled, “Fine.”

She’s not his sunrise. She’s not his sunrise. She’s not his sunrise. She’s not his sunrise.

He’s only doing this because he wants to help. That’s it. Nothing more.

Leon sighed at her reluctance then returned his hand to his gun, ticking his chin to the door where Helena went, “C’mon. Let’s move.”

Please be nothing more.

“Welp,” Minji huffed, pulling herself up to her feet and then picked up Jiwoo, keeping up with the jogging agents, “No rest for the weary.”

✠

“Survivors, come on! We have to help them!”

“... Alright.”

It was nearly painful seeing a group of survivors made of a rookie cop, and a couple, cornered by the cop trying to keep them alive. So Ah tensed up as Leon and Helena rushed to save them and Minji looked at So Ah. She seemed to be contemplating something, eyebrow twitching slightly before letting out an exasperated sigh.

Throughout the way here, Minji has been helpful. Yeah, she might not be killing all the zombies by herself, but she had her charm. Jiwoo would crawl into the tight places and unlock the doors blocking their way, and Minji was finding loot here and there. At some point, she threw a grenade and received three pairs of incredulous eyes. She had forgotten to take out the pin.

So Ah had to shoot the grenade to trigger it, having to conceal her chuckles at the irony.

Right now, there were too many zombies, and the screaming creature wasn’t making anything better. Most zombies were rushing towards the noise, AKA where Leon, Helena, and the survivors were. The others were crawling on the ground which So Ah took down in just a headshot. Yet her mind was elsewhere.

James.

“Someone shoot the gas!” The rookie cop yelled from his spot, having to keep his gun on the zombies coming near them, “We can blow these things to kingdom come!”

Minji shook So Ah’s shoulder, almost worryingly at the quiet girl, “Soo, what’s wrong –”

So Ah shot the sputtering gasoline, erupting the whole place into flames. It did, in fact, kill all the zombies. She lowered her aim, glancing at her sister and then ahead.

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

The sisters caught up with Leon and Helena who seemed to be exhausted. Leon panted heavily, looking at So Ah with tired eyes, “You okay?”

Am I okay? You were the one shooting those zombies!

“You were the one doing all the work. I’m supposed to be asking you that.” So Ah answered, confusion evident in her voice but he just shook his head, stepping towards her as Minji quietly scooted towards Helena.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Oh.

Oh, no. He noticed.

Leon stared deeply into her eyes, indirectly stirring up her underlying thoughts. She lowered her head a little under his gaze, finding it intimidating. Frustration ran through his veins just like her as she returned the stare in slight guiltiness and defiance.

“So Ah.”

“Don’t So Ah me, Leon.”

Leon glowered at that, keeping his gaze firm at her stance. He didn’t tower over her but she still felt small. He had that thing about him. Helena and Minji spared a glance then the cop ran up to them, waving them over.

“Hey, c’mon! It’s safer here!” He called out, gesturing to the gunshop right behind him, “There’s a gunshop up ahead. We can rearm there. We’ll probably find more people there too.”

Minji nudged Helena lightly, lowering her voice, “Should we interrupt them?”

“I don’t see any other options…” Helena muttered back.

“There’s nothing to interrupt.” So Ah spoke, sparing Leon one last look before walking past him to join the others.

Whilst she was easy to read, she was also stubborn as a fucking boulder. Leon would have to do more to get her to open up. Minji could see he seemed troubled as he released an irritated sigh and then went after them to the gunshop.

✠

“Hey! Is anyone here?!”

“Yeah, me! I’m holed up on the second floor! Beat it!”

So Ah scanned the gunshop from her spot as the guy, Peter, was slamming the door. His girlfriend, Nancy, was next to the cop who was, ironically, robbing the gun shop. All in the name of rearming but So Ah knew there wasn’t going to be any sort of payment anytime soon. Not when these conditions are on the rise.

“C’mon, man! Open up!” Peter shouted, “You gotta let us in!”

“Forget it!” The shopkeeper shouted back from behind the door, “Those things are crawling all over my shop! So unless you wanna get rid of ‘em, this door stays closed!”

Minji shared a horrified look with So Ah, her hand gripping on Jiwoo’s who looked equally as scared. Peter scoffed in disbelief running down the stairs as So Ah walked up to Minji.

“Hey, just stay here –”

“No – Jiwoo needs to be in a safer place,” Minji cut her off before picking up her son, “You’ve seen those things! They jump on you!”

Minji ran up the stairs, ignoring when So Ah called out her name as she knocked on the door.

“Mister, please –”

“I said what I said! Either join ‘em or get outta here!”

“Who does he think we are; exterminators?” Leon grumbled, reloading his gun as the zombies were beginning to pile at the windows.

Minji took in a shaky breath before knocking again, desperately, “Please! I have a son! He’s only eight – just… At least take him in with you! He’ll be safer there!”

The shopkeeper went quiet for a bit then he spoke, suspicion in his tone, “How do I know you ain’t lyin’?”

The first window crashed in, sending the agents and the survivors to begin shooting. The sound of the guns coming off made Jiwoo yelp, crying out for his mom as he clung to her. His cries were heard by the shopkeeper and Minji whispered.

“Please… Just take him. I’ll stay with the others!”

For a second, Minji thought she was ignored until she heard him grumble under his breath followed by chains and locks being undone. Then the door swung open to reveal a middle-aged man who eyed the mother and then at the son.

“Alright, get him in here.”

He sounded reluctant as Minji thanked him profusely, setting her son down, “Okay, Jiwoo, eomma’s going to help your aunt. You need to stay here, okay? It’ll be safer.”

“But, eomma –” Jiwoo whimpered as Minji winced at the noise of another window shattering.

“I’ll come back for you, I pinkie promise.” She linked her pinkie with his before pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead then straightened up only to bow down to the shopkeeper, “Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah,” It was obvious he was kind-hearted; just grumpy, “Get your ass down there and help clean up the mess.”

So Ah watched in disbelief as Minji ran down the stairs to join her and she stood there, hands hovering but she didn’t know what to do.

The nervous look on her eldest sister’s face reminded her of when So Ah had first picked up her own weapon; a trusted axe.

So Ah removed James from her holster, “Here, it’s not much but it’s enough.”

Minji held the gun with both hands, anxious before looking at her sister, “H–how do I use it?”

“Just point and shoot – aim for the head.” So Ah reminded, moving her hands to hold the gun more properly then shot her a ‘you got this’ nod, “If it gets too much, stay by the door. Okay?”

“Okay.”

✠

About five minutes in, some pre-marital problems were beginning to rise. With Leon instinctively always helping So Ah out from being knocked over and So Ah shooting the zombie’s leg when it’d sneaking up on him, they’d bump into one another quite a lot. Especially since the tension from before was still lingering much to their dismay.

So Ah would glance at Minji from time to time, watching her trembling aim somehow hit the zombie’s chest or abdomen then Helena would finish it off. She wasn’t worried about that. She was more so up in her head at how terrified Minji looked. Eyes wide, mouth parted as she’d yelp when the gun would push her back every time she took the shot; So Ah had nearly forgotten about her own mission.

Get Minji and Jiwoo to safety.

This is not safe.

“Hey!” Leon’s shout yanked her back down to reality before her left ear rang and something bubbled on the ground right next to her. She wasn’t paying attention again.

“This is the fifth time in the past minute – Is everything alright?!” His concern was speaking through him, being masked by heavy frustration and it stirred her up the wrong way.

So Ah kept shooting at the zombies attempting to jump through the windows, “It’s nothing! It’s stupid!”

“If it’s nothing then why do you think it’s stupid!?” Leon shouted back from his side of the gunshop, keeping his eyes focused on the creatures but his ears were out for her.

She stammered a bit before groaning in annoyance, casting him a harsh look, “I don’t know, just drop it already!”

Helena took a few steps back from the windows as the rotten beings were getting a bit too much, a bit too rabid, “Can’t your marital problems wait!? It’s not the right time!”

Minji’s eyes widened as the zombie she just killed seemed to have mutated. The new creature was covered in muscle and sharp bones, snarling deeply at her.

“S–So Ah…?” Minji whispered, taking a couple of steps back but then it charged at her, teeth bared.

The girl growled at Helena’s words, voice dripping with poison as she didn’t hear her sister shooting wildly at the new zombie, “It’s never the right time for you.”

Leon snapped at that, lowering his gun and finally looking at her with a harsh glare in his sharpsharp azures, “Jesus Christ, So Ah! Would you just spit it out?!”

So Ah turned to face him with an angry look, “There’s nothing to sp–”

Thunk.

Leon grunted, hand shooting to his shoulder as he stumbled back to the wall. So Ah’s mind blanked in an instant, replacing all the anguish with pure and utter horror and concern. Her gun nearly dropped from her hands as she ran towards him, eyes tearing up already.

Matilda let out a dull clank as it hit the floor and her hands were instantly on his shoulder to check his wound. Her heart was pounding painfully in her ears as it muted out the whole apocalypse happening as of now. She wasn’t paying any attention to anyone but Leon.

Peter had stolen the gun from his girlfriend, Nancy, and ran out only to die. Nancy was crying in the corner. Helena and the cop were still shooting those zombies. Minji was frozen, gun up and –

“Shit, Leon! Are you okay?!” So Ah asked, seeing him huff in pain, head going back against the wall for a moment before grunting. Her wide cinnamons connected with the blood coating her palm, breaths becoming laboured.

She had witnessed her teammates getting hurt during her missions. Sure, she’d jump straight into the action to drag them out for the medic to patch them up but this was sending her straight back to the underground facility back in California; back to the end of the H-Outbreak.

“I’m fine – it’s noth –” Leon was cut off by her, his brows furrowing at her sudden change in demeanour but he recognized that look of horror on her face.

Leon wasn’t hurt – he knew that. He was barely grazed by the flying bullet that was now stuck into the wooden wall, steam coming out from the end of it. Leon was just irritated by the new wound because it was equivalent to a fucking paper cut.

But to her; it was something else.

Her voice cracked, heaving for air as she whimpered to her memory, finding herself back years ago, “No, please – you’re bleeding… Oh, god, Leon–”

“Hey, hey,” Leon cupped her cheeks, silencing her as he gazed deeply into her eyes, whispering gently, “Breathe. I’m fine, see?”

Leon guided her hand to his chest, pressing it flat on his left side to make her feel his beating heart. His body was surprisingly steady despite the situation, minus the fast-paced beats and the deep breaths but he was fine. He was good. The cold ring around his finger was pressing into her skin, reminding her of his commitment. His heart pounded against her hand, the sensation making her vibrating nerves slowly relax and ease up.

Life.

“Barely even felt it,” Leon continued, keeping his azures on her cinnamons, nodding slowly to coax her to do the same, “Just breathe, buttercup.”

… Buttercup…

The Han girl swallowed heavily, finding comfort in his eyes as her lungs stuttered for the air that she inhaled.

Breathe in for four, hold in for seven, exhale for eight–

“Oh, god; I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean it!”

Minji.

So Ah straightened up at that, turning slowly to look at her from over her shoulder with such distrust and disappointment.

To backtrack, Minji was shooting the mutated being who managed to dodge most of her bullets and as it kept moving, the anxiety of being bitten was getting too overwhelming for her. Her trembling hands sent her aiming awry and she took the shot of the last three bullets.

Two of which sank into its head, sending it bubbling onto the floor.

One hit the wall, brushing against Leon’s shoulder on the way.

And So Ah blamed herself.

Before she could even speak, sounds around her returned. It was growing silent as Helena killed the last zombie. Then the shopkeeper’s voice came from above.

“Hey! Pretty quiet down there…” He spoke, “You guys still breathing?”

“For the time being…” So Ah muttered under her breath, turning to Leon’s wound and finding his hand was still on hers, pressed to his chest.

Maybe it’s been ages since his big warm hand was in contact with hers, but it still brought her so much comfort that he was still around in every way. That ring said so.

“Store’s clear!” Helena called out, going to the bottom of the stairs, “You wanna let us in now?”

“Alright, get your asses up here before I change my mind!”

Metal shutters closed down each window and the girl wondered if he could’ve just done that before as she knelt down to pick up her gun and Leon ticked his head up to the stairs, giving her a gentle look.

“C’mon. Let’s catch a breath.”

A deep frown settled on her face as she followed him then looked at Minji who seemed extremely guilty, hands nearly curling in disgust over James at even the thought of hurting anyone; any human.

“Soo, I –”

“Let’s move.”

✠

When zombies began breaking into the first floor’s room, So Ah’s mind was focused on Leon’s face. A hiss would escape through his gritted teeth when each recoil of his Wing Shooter would irritate the grazed wound. Minji had put the gun aside to be with Jiwoo in the next room, letting the ones who can actually hold a gun correctly handle the situation.

Every wince or grunt her ears pick up on, the guilt just kept on rising up her spine. It sent her tracker almost tingling under her skin and a plan was clicking in her head as she threw a glance at the door that led to the next room.

That led to Minji.

So Ah believed Minji was, understandably, not ready for this. During the H-Outbreak, Minji was instantly taken in by the BSAA to keep her protected. She saw the videos at HQ and the live feed from the soldiers being sent to Green Life’s facility. She witnessed their deaths one by one as they’d, unfortunately, fall into the gnaws of the undead. She had seen the horror, but she wasn’t a part of it.

At least not physically.

To the youngest and trained Han, she considered herself unfit for rescue missions. Minji and Jiwoo were too much for her. It irritated her and made her feel guilty.

And she wished she hadn’t picked Minji to come to the University in the first place.

“Earth to So Ah,”

That deep honey voice snapped her back and she blinked numerous times, glancing up at Leon. He was near the door, leaning against the wall with both hands on his lowered gun.

For a second, she was confused as she remembers shooting zombies left and right but seeing Helena reload her guns and the Japanese guy tampering with the door; she knew that the coast was clear. They were only waiting for the door to open before they’d move to the roof.

“You alright?” Leon asked her quiet self and she nodded slightly.

“Could be better… You?”

“Still hangin’ in there.” Leon barely shrugged but that was enough to shift his injury, receiving an annoyed muffled hiss from him.

Her eyes snapped down to his shoulder then put her gun into her holster. She walked up to him with pained cinnamons, hands already shuffling into her hip pouch for the bandages.

“Take off your jacket,” She said and Leon irked a brow, huffing a little.

“Right now?” Leon teased with a small smile to lighten her up, “Didn’t know you were into that, buttercup.”

She gave him a blank but defeated look, “Please, Leon? I need to take a look at it.”

“So Ah, it’s barely a flesh wound –”

“Please?”

Leon’s smile dropped at her pleading tone then sighed, silently beginning to slip his left arm from his jacket. The bullet had sliced through the leather and the button-up shirt, leaving the skin exposed and red. The scar was already closing up as it really wasn’t that big of a deal; it wasn’t even bleeding anymore. Leon had dealt with wayway worse.

The corner of her lip twitched downwards as she took the first-aid spray from his jacket’s inside pocket, spraying some of it lightly over the wound. Leon exhaled through his nostrils at the cold sensation of it touching his skin, eyes shutting for a moment as he let her treat his shoulder.

Ever so gently, she unwrapped the roll of bandages and began wrapping it over his shoulder. She knew it wasn’t much – the wound, not the treatment – but her mind still alerted her at the sight of seeing Leon hurt. It always sent her back to when he nearly died as she carried him out of the facility. She never had a mission with him so she never really saw just how much pain he endures that he grew a whole tolerance for it.

Papercuts were still a bitch though.

If anything, this was like their first mission together.

Leon’s eyes went open, sensing her shaking ministrations on his shoulder. Her sad eyes were avoidant, keeping them only focused on the task at hand. Leon could tell the argument before him getting shot at (accidentally) was still plaguing her mind and he frowned slightly.

“So Ah…”

She raced him to it, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Leon blinked, brows forming a crease in between at her softened voice and she continued, finishing up the last knot.

“I’m sorry for being… Dry with you. It was very… Childish.” So Ah muttered, making sure the knot was tight enough to hold in place but loose enough to not hinder him, “If I was just paying attention, this would’ve been avoided.”

Leon tilted his head down at her, one hand going up to her upper arm. Caressing her skin with the pad of his thumb, he reassured, “Hey, this isn’t your fault, alright? Both of us weren’t paying attention.”

Her frown deepened into a pout, eyes glistening as she lowered her head so that it pressed against his chest; asking for forgiveness. A sniffle came from her, eyes fluttering shut as her walls weakened. She can try and keep them up all she wants and be strong, but Leon had that presence about him that made her feel weak.

In a good way.

“Still…” Her voice croaked a little, “I’m sorry, Leon.”

She was unaware of her eldest sister’s sad stare, her brain too focused on him.

Leon chuckled lightheartedly, wrapping his arms around her frame; one around her waist and the other around her shoulders, hand cupping the back of her head. She really was putty for him just as he was to her. No matter how many years had passed, Leon still saw her as the innocent girl next door.

He loved that about her.

Leon lowered his voice to a gentle one, his lips barely brushing against her hair, “Does that mean you’ll tell me what’s been bothering you?”

So Ah visibly stilled, eyes squeezing shut. No, really, she felt stupid for being jealous. Here she was, in his arms, ring around his finger mimicking her finger; yet her mind was telling her otherwise. Talk about bullshit.

“... I –”

The floor shook and rumbled, making everyone stumble on their spot and for the couple to separate. Before anyone could voice their confusion, the door slammed open, revealing a giant zombie.

The shopkeeper was flabbergasted as he yelled out, “Damn it, any more weight and the floor’s gonna collapse!”

Minji huddled in the farthest corner, holding onto Jiwoo in her arms as she tried to stay as far from it as possible. So Ah and Helena shared a look that clearly said ‘are you seeing what I’m seeing?!’

“They come in extra-large now?” Leon’s witty side came in as he took out his Wing Shooter.

Welp, duty calls.

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charm-in-spades · 1 year

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[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.

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“Running? Again, Caelric?”

She was in a mood if ever he’d seen one and escape was not an option. Not that it had ever been an option to consider in the first place. Caelric enjoyed seeing Vaza in such feral state of being, the thrill of it causing his heart to quicken past its already rapidly paced rhythm. The honeyed rings of her feline gaze had transitioned into the vibrant crimson he enjoyed seeing so much, and infernal shadow seemed to flicker at the tips of her clawed fingers and at her feet, dancing in and out of existence with every nimble step that brought her closer to him. His lips curled, a show of mirth and enamel that not only acknowledged his present brush with danger, but beckoned it willingly.

They were sprinting through her woodland home at break neck speed, weaving in and out of the brambles and diving over hedges. It was his new favorite game, a thrilling sense of cat and mouse and in the exact way it was warned that running in the presence of a couerl would activate its need to chase, Ric provoked the instinct to hunt in his void-touched partner.

Though he was fast, remarkably so for a man of his size, Vaza was predictably much faster, imbued with a hellish speed he knew better than to think he might outpace for long. With enough space, his lengthy stride might have given him distance and advantage but in this leaf enshrouded territory she called her home, he could only scurry so far before she inevitably caught up to him.

He was getting better though, leaping up her stairs three at a time until he was in her room where he decided the chase could come to an end. He thought he had time to turn and catch her, but he’d misjudged how close she was on the way up and in his sudden pivoting, felt her rush into him. Her smaller frame collided into his own, catching herself but sending his unbalanced body back into a bush thick enough to hold his weight.

As he landed on his back, air and laughter both were knocked from his lungs in a profound wheeze that had Vaza tilting her head while she attempted to regain her breath with heaving shoulders. She continued to watch him with all the ingrained focus of a predator seeking its prey, but she couldn’t help the way her lips tugged into a smirk, or the way her tongue traced over the curled tiers and sunk her fang against the lower.

Far be it from him to miss the affection she held for his antics, and he offered her a feigned look of surprise as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Oh nooo, you got me. What ever will I do?” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue more easily than any provocation had any right to and he dared her closer with a crooked finger.

Vaza’s eyes rolled as she prowled over to where he was sprawled back, bending to wrap her hands into into the collar of his shirt and tug him up by the fabric. All while he continued to snicker like the shameless bastard he was. She shut him up with a ravenous kiss that seemed to steal the very breath from his lungs, his posture straightening as she helped him to rise to his feet. His hands greedily pulled her close, cupping the underside of her chin to deepen his share of the affection.

“I apparently need to find new ways to keep you from running off...” She murmured behind a breath, her playful threat marked by the light tapping of sharpened claws against the skin of his chest, left bare by the stretched and open fabric of his shirt. His smirk broadened as he began to loom, bearing down on her once he’d fully risen to his six and a half fulms, and taking advantage of the dominance his height afforded him over her.

“Nothing new.” He reassured her, finger hooking playfully into the leather collar at her neck. “Just the same ways you usually do...” he tugged and teased, but she was having none of it, snatching him by the shirt again and driving him back onto her bed with a push stronger than her smaller frame had any right to possess. He landed on his back in a -fwump!- of thick furs and cushioned blankets, grinning as she followed suit and crawled up his frame before he could even properly settle.

She stole another kiss from him and he groaned against her lips, feeling the curl of her own as her claws raked down his shirt, shredding it to tatters with only the barest nicks scraping up against his inked flesh. She tugged the ruined threads until they were shed from his towering frame, hands pressed to his bare chest to feel the thudding beneath her palms. Once she got a feel of its pounding, the ruby of her sights seemed nearly ethereal, responding readily to the pulse and flow of her willing captive.

It was impressive, the power she packed behind a touch. She was able to keep his body hostage with her own, hands pressed down against his chest, her hips astride his waist as she rolled salaciously against the swelling shape that tented his pants. Breathless laughter quickly turned into needy moans exchanged helplessly between them, passions flaring until the air was quite literally charged with an energy that fled from him in little bursts of static that crawled across his shoulders and down his arms. His errant aether filled the space around them, and she drank it in with heady sighs that only demanded more.

He moaned with a depraved kind of lust, hips lurching as his turgid length grew to quickly fill her stroking palm. His maw parted to accept her tongue as willingly as her oral muscle swiped over his lips once she’d abused them properly with the sharpness of fangs that nipped and drew little drops of crimson from him. Her other hand ensnared his face by the chin to turn his head and hold him still while she peppered pleasure and pain along his neck in the form of sweet, suckling kisses and fierce claims of teeth that left his skin riddled with bite marks and bruises.

She was relentless in her conquering of him, pushing him back flat and dragging her nails down his trembling chest to leave puffy scratches along his scarred and tattooed skin. He began to push up, maybe in hopes of challenging her, but she held him captive by the throat, pressing her weight down just enough so that any advance he made would only rob him of breath. His hands clung to her body then, overwhelmed and writhing beneath her as the huntress kept him firmly in place and helplessly on edge.

Usually he was the one that sought to overwhelm her, claiming her with undeniable strength and authority that only cared to make a presence in moments like these where they were ardently entangled. Tonight however, he willingly relinquished the primal instinct that vied for superiority and instead allowed himself the freedom of being dominated and lavished upon with heedless hands that robbed him of breath and stroked him into willing compliance.

Faster her hand moved between them, fingers a tight vice that glided up and down the curved and weeping length of him. She had leaned in to whisper sweet nothings, singing melodies of passion into his ear while nipping the lobe on occasion in ways she knew he liked. His eyes rolled and it wasn’t long before his spirited tenor hit a carnal pitch, the tone of which became a wordless grunt as she murmured encouragements that brought him to the edge and then swiftly over it.

Her body was jostled by the erratic thrusting she provoked of him, the man’s brain suddenly overtaken by bliss as his hips jerked and he spilled himself between her torturous fingers and across the spastic musculature of his torso. His enamored cries were muffled only by another frenzied kiss, his reward for a part well played though she’d not let up on the stimulation she continued to assault his sensitive manhood with. She had slowed the rhythm of her hand, if only to offer him some respite but they were only at an interlude and she had not yet had her fill. Vaza never afforded Caelric the opportunity to soften, keeping him firm and ready as she tugged her panties aside and lifted her hips to guide the twitching spear of him inside her. He groaned and laughed as she pulled him up then to whisper in his ear,

“Catch your breath, Caelric. I’m not done with you yet...”

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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In the Belly of the Beast: Part 2

Hm...It looks like no one’s down here.

Well, that makes sense. The security mainframe is hard to access after all. There’s no real need for standing guard with all the security measures.

Ok, so recap so we’re all sure...The things Emilia Feng needs for the Kerokuma Initiative are down here, right?

With Oliver’s virus in the system now, this will be our only chance to destroy it once and for all. We need to get this done as fast as possible before anyone catches on.

I’ll stay here and be the one to push the self-destruct button, or whatever we need to end this. You three will be tasked with infiltrating the security mainframe of the building, and destroying the central power. However, even that has super tight security.

*Makoto pulls up a set of instructions from his phone.

There’s a titanium door that’s impossible to access unless we get into a security room down here and press the button to open it, but said security room is behind a laser field. If we touch the laser, the alarms go off and we’re done for.

Alright, then here’s an idea. Toko and I will make our way down to the mainframe and get ready to wreck it.

We’ll be leaving the laser field and access to you, Akeru.

Alright...I really was looking forward to smashing the security up though...

Don’t misunderstand kid. We would happily let you if we could.

But you’re the only one agile and nimble enough to get past the laser field. You’re the lynchpin of this whole operation, so we’re trusting you not to get caught.

Well, when you put it like that...Fine, I’ll do it.

Good luck~

*Komaru kisses Akeru on the forehead.

Yeah, thanks.

...

*Ker-CHUNK!*

Hup!

*Akeru slides through a ventilation system and pries the grate off the wall.

Hey! Akeru! I can see you!

Oh, you can?

*She sees Makoto looking at her through a pane of glass.

Well then, Uncle Koto, watch a master at work!

B-Be careful Akeru! Don’t get a big head!

*Makoto’s sweat runs a mile a minute as he watches Akeru dance through the laser field. She comes very close to just grazing the lines, but despite her playfulness, she displays expert athletics and skill.

Hup! Hyah! Wooh! Woah! Yagh! Rogh! WAHOO!

Uuuugh I can’t watch!

*After a minute or two of backflips and stunts, Akeru makes it to the other side. She knocks on the glass to get Makoto to open his eyes.

You worry too much Uncle Koto. Look, we’re all good!

Oh thank god! Sorry, I guess I underestimated you.

Now hurry and get that door open.

Roger!

*Akeru crawls through another vent into the empty security room, and scans the desk for buttons. She easily identifies the one for the gate, and switches it on.

Alright mom’s. Crash that security grid.

*CHUNK!* *CHUNK!* *CHUNK!*

*A short distance away, the titanium doors allowing access to the mainframe clunk open.

Akeru did it!

Of course she did it. Now let’s get going.

*Toko and Komaru storm the mainframe.

This place is like a labyrinth...How are we supposed to know where to go?

Well, based on what is common knowledge, we should aim to go deeper in. The central security hub should be right at the center of the mainframe.

Ok...in that case...!

*The girls head towards the general direction that feels right, but they immediately run into another door.

Damn! There’s more!

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a whole set of these doors. We’ll need to let Akeru know to-

*POW!*

EH!?

*Before Toko can finish her sentence, Komaru shoots the door with her hacking gun, after equipping a Move Bullet. The door opens with ease.

There we go. Let’s get moving.

...

What!?

You mean you could’ve just done that the whole time!? What was the point of letting Akeru slip past the laser field!?

I didn’t want to take away my girl’s moment of glory.

Besides, I didn’t know if it was gonna work without setting off any alarms...

Fine...whatever...let’s just move.

Ugh...Toko!

Yeah, I see it. Don’t touch those.

It’s gonna be tight...there’s not a lot of places you can put your feet here...

*Komaru and Toko shimmy along a narrow ledge to avoid stepping into an electric field and being electrocuted to death.

*FWOOSH!*

WOAH!

KOMARU!

*A sudden burst of wind blows out from behind Komaru, and nearly knocks her into the field. Toko grabs her by the back of her shirt to stop her falling. She then hoists her back up.

Phew...Thanks!

That was close.

Sorry...I...

That wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it.

*They get to the other side on more secure foothold.

Should’ve known this place had some extreme ventilation. I mean, it’s freezing in here.

Yeah...I don’t think it’s ventilation though...Despite how cold it is, it’s kinda hard to breathe.

You’re right actually...then...what’s going on?

Well, I’ve thought of something. While we’ve been exploring looking for the central energy supplier, we’ve passed by a lot of things that look familiar to me. Electric fields, fans, wires, platforms...

The type of stuff that you’d typically find in...well...

A computer...which means...

I think this entire building is one giant computer. Maybe it doesn’t look like it on the outside, but there’s no denying we’ve run into what are basically giant versions of PC components the entire time we’ve been in here.

You’re right. In fact, what we’re standing on now look suspiciously like steel cables.

*POW!* *POW!*

*Komaru blasts another door and opens it.

Honestly though, whether it’s a big computer or not, I don’t care to stick around and find out. Let’s just destroy it and go.

Right behind you.

Rgh...This is getting tight...

*The girls hoist themselves through a tunnel with connecting wires sprawled across the space. They struggle to squeeze themselves through and around them.

Come on, it’s not that tight. Maybe you’ve just put on a bit of weight.

Shush! I’m not fat, you’re just skinny! Maybe it’s my boobs getting in the way, did you think about that!?

If that IS the case, that just annoys me more...Here, take my hand.

*Toko pulls Komaru through, causing her to come stumbling out of the wires and into Toko’s arms.

Well, hello there~

Shut it you.

*Toko prods Komaru’s forehead with her finger, but smirks affectionately.

So...where to...huh?

What’s up?

...Is it just me or did it suddenly get...kinda warm...?

!!!?

TOKO! MOVE!

GEGH!

*WHIIIIIIIII!*

*Komaru grabs Toko and the girls dive out of the room. They do so just in time, as the room suddenly glows with heat and radiation.

Agh! We almost got microwaved!

Damn! We need to hurry! If the computer’s heating up like that, it means it’s being used for something!

In that case, let’s go this way!

*Komaru points to a long winding tunnel that goes downwards.

Well, this might take us where we need to go, but...

Come on, you said we didn’t have much time, right? Let’s go!

WooooOOOAAGH!

WEEEE!

*Komaru practically shoves Toko into the tunnel, and they slide down it like a long, dark, winding slide.

Hey! Do you think-!?

Yep, this has gotta be it!

*Toko and Komaru arrive in a large, spacious area, with 7 large, vibrating structures around them.

These have gotta be the cores to the whole computer. We need to destroy them to help Makoto get to where he needs to be.

Yeah...but...are we sure we wanna do this?

Why is it NOW that you try to pull things back?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not leaving here until these things are demolished. It took way too much effort to get here. I’m just trying to consider our options.

This entire labyrinth is the inside of one big computer, so if we take out these cores, it won’t just open the doors and shut down the security, it’ll take out power in the whole building. Are we sure that’s a risk we can take.

Heh...Look at you, considering all your options for once.

You’re right, but also...I imagine Leona’s already planned ahead of time for that. And even if she hasn’t, there’s no way that Four, Oliver or any of the other Freedom Foundation members didn’t. I trust them to have a plan.

...Yeah, I guess. But we’ll need to dip as fast as possible as soon as we do this.

Yep. But in the meantime...

*BZZZT!*

*Toko grabs her taser and shocks herself.

Ooh! Is it MY turn now!? Good! Let’s get cracka-lacking!

Yeah!

*SMASH!* *BAM!* *SLICE!* *BOOM!*

*Komaru and Jill then go to town on the cores.

*BOOM!*

Huh!?

*ZRRRK!* CHEOOOW* *FIZZ!* *BOFF!*

*COUGH!* *SPLUTTER!*

*The building suddenly goes dark, and the door blocking Makoto off from the project room opens. Lots of smoke and sparks from the malfunctioning technology spews out into his face, causing him to splutter.

Welp, looks like they did it...

That’s my mom...s...

Akeru, don’t wait for me. Go back upstairs, and find Byakuya and Leona. Don’t get caught. Those soldiers are gonna be on high alert.

Got it! But...what about Toko and Komaru?

They’ll be fine. They’ll find a way out somehow.

In that case, I’ll see you up top.

*Akeru leaps up and vanishes into a vent. Makoto looks towards the smokey door and cracks his knuckles.

Time to ruin Emilia’s fucking day...!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #danganronpa blowback #drb #makoto naegi #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #akeru yozora #into the ocean arc

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kits-weirdass-dream-journal · 2 years

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Version of this dream without the redacted memories

I am running, and then I am falling. I didnt expect to start falling, but explosions will do that to people. Make them fall, I mean. Among other things. Well, atleast I'm not on the rooftops anymore. I dont have a problem with heights, but I was starting to run out of places to -well, run.

I don't think they meant to make me fall that far though, they want me alive, for... Something.

My memories get distant sometimes, I think. Like feathers that flutter away from my grasping hands any time I reach for them.

Anyway, I'm falling, and then I hit something... Soft? Thats a surprise, but then I'm rolling and the ground is hard again.

I look up, expecting to see the goons chasing me lining the rooftop, and I do see that but I also see eyes. There is a boy, my age, laying on his back and looking up at me in surprise.

Oh.

Soft.

I look back up but they're not following me yet. They need to wait for... For my... For someone. For their boss? Yes, yes their boss. He's a mob boss, and they are his mob.

I'm about to run again when I feel a soft hand on my arm. Warm.

"I know somewhere to hide."

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He runs fast, his blonde hair shining in the dim sunlight. He's more nimble than I would have expected for just having been knocked over onto hard cement pavement. He brings me around a few corners- just out of sight of my pursuers- until we reach a... Bookstore? It has a lot of books, anyway. All of the buildings around are the same, flat beige brutalist design, and though this one is much the same above the first floor, its frontage has a recessed enterance between two large glass displays, all surrounded and set into a rich, dark, carved wood façade. Through the window is only a single desk with a lamp, backed by a tapestry and enshrined in a multitude of densely packed bookshelves that lead back into hallways of even more books on even denser shelves. He held my arm lightly- guidance, not restraint,and pulled me in to the front doors.

A small bell rang as we entered, and as we moved to hide further into the shelves of books a young person with dyed purple-green hair came out from a curtain behind the desk. The boy I was with made a quick gesture, and the person immediately turned serious. They nodded once and turned their sharp gaze on the window, jaw setting as if just that easy they knew what was happening.

We turned a corner, losing sight of the desk and the windows alike, and were surrounded by nearly endless aisles of bookshelves. We didn't move for much longer before we were stopped by someone- a friend of the boy, i'm sure, with how his shoulders relaxed at the sight of her.

She had long brown hair with dyed pink highlights pulled up into a bun. Yellow glasses (that matched her yellow blouse) rested on her nose, and she pushed them further up her face as she spoke.

"Veisi sent out a code three. What's happening."

"We're being chased- well, she's being chased."

"So you brought her here?"

"Its safe," the boy said, almost defensively.

"Is it?" she eyed me carefully. My white shirt and leggings had not been white since I... Since, when... Before. A day ago? Less than a week, certainly. My feet were bare and dirty, my hair was shoulder length and chaotic. I don't know what she thought of me. I don't know what to think of myself either.

"Come along." she said finally, and led the way further into the shelves.

We reached a narrow stairwell, and on the next level we met two more people- all about the same age as the boy I had met, and myself I think. They are probably all about 16 or 17? 18 or 19 at the oldest, if anyone looked young. They caught up with us and tagged along behind, whispering with the boy as I followed the pink haired girl.

I wasn't listening very close. There was still an urgency to how I was being herded along, but I wasnt being chased anymore, not in the manner I had been. It was a relief, and my mind started fading into thoughtlessness as I let go of some of the pressure that had been keeping me moving until now. I didn't notice how little energy I'd had left until then.

As we travelled, the books somehow got even denser, piling onto to floor and crowding the already hazardously narrow walkway. When, eventually, we reached a place that wasn't all narrow winding maze, the pink-haired girl leading the way turned and leveled her gaze on me. The soft hand on my arm never wavered.

She spoke with a calmness that was mirrored by the other people gathering around us. Everyone had at least one color in their hair, even the boy had white feathering that nearly blended in with his pale blonde hair.

"We pride ourselves in offering help to those who need it, but we need to understand more of the situation. Why are you being chased? Who by?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but could not. Have I ever spoken before? Do I know how? Yes, I'm sure I know how, I just need to remember. I try again.

"I.." the single syllable is rough, but present. I can talk. Can I answer her?

"They... Want something. I think..." my mouth opens and closes a few times, my brow furrows. They exchange glances I dont catch. "I think theres ...something I'm supposed to know."

Theres white fog in my head, filling my thoughts with the abscences. I its a secret they want the answer to."

The fog is thicker and thicker.

"They... They're following me for someone else, their boss. He's my..." my head hurts

"He's... My..." something. He's something to me.

To who?

"I... I'm..." I'm a mistake. I'm a creation made from the flesh of a false prophecy. I was borne of suffering and have died a hundred deaths and will die a hundred more without giving or gaining a hint of the promise of freedom of-

Soft hands hold my shoulders from behind, and I dont remember closing my eyes and I should probably lean away but instead I lean back and then I'm being held and warmsoft arms wrap around me and I'm being pulled to the floor and i need to sit and then he's cradling me and oh

"Look." Says the boy.

I open my eyes and see warm lights, and warm faces, and a pair of warm eyes looking down at me.

What was I just saying? I.. Forget. I must have fallen asleep. I am so very sore, made of bruises and the painful exaustion of overused muscles. But here I feel safe, in these soft arms. "It's going to be okay."

I believe him.

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silvaswiftcast · 8 months

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FFxivWrite2023 Prompt #12: Dowdy

Characters: Silva Cataracta and Hien Rijin

Rating: General

Notes: This scene takes place in Shadowbringers Patch 5.5. Ricmorn (Silva's husband) is mentioned here, but he's not in this bit. Miki is Silva's childhood friend, but the relationship between them is more of a sisterly one. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Anxiety, Being Overwhelmed/Overstimulated and Needing to be Alone, Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M relationship Food, Alcohol.

“There! That’s all… finally done,” Silva sighed, carding a hand through her short waves. She set the dirty mop and bucket aside for the moment, needing a break from constantly moving and being on her feet for bells on end. Her eyes roamed over her large, very, very clean Kugane apartment, impressed with the work she’s done.

When was the last time this place had been so clean?

“Now… now what?”

She didn’t mean to spend the entire day deep-cleaning it. Today was supposed to be about relaxing and ignoring the world for a little while. Business at both of her selling stalls in Ul’dah and Kugane had slowed down. She and the rest of her Scion companions were still waiting to receive word from Krile on when they could join her in old Sharlayan. There was nothing for her or Ricmorn to do about the massive Telphoroi towers that dotted the realm for the moment — not without endangering the lives of so many others under the Alliance banners.

All they could do was wait.

And Silva wasn’t in the mood to tag along with her husband to go visit his parents and siblings in Gridania for a week. The thought of it right now filled her with anxiety. But, thankfully, Ricmorn was understanding and didn’t mind going by himself.

That was until a few days into his trip — and her alone time — her linkpearl started blowing up with inquires from her uncle and sister. The questions were innocent at first. How are you? Do you need someone to bring you anything? Did you remember to eat? The dancer was happy to answer them, of course. They were worried about her and didn’t have time in their busy schedules to be at her side for long periods. She understood that. But it got annoying after the third day when the calls seemed to happen nearly every single bell she was awake — and always at the most inconvenient moment.

Whether it be while cooking or eating, bathing, folding ungodly amounts of laundry, tucked away in her office to mess with paperwork, or even napping, one of the two would call her. And it was usually Miki.

Speaking of cooking… she should probably scrounge her pantry and cold storage for ingredients to throw together for dinner.

She could only put up with it for a day before she was annoyed and decided to tell them to leave her be and would call if she needed anything. And then immediately removed her linkpearl and put it in a safe place. The situation felt unfair and overwhelming. She knew her family meant well, but gods and kami be good — they drove her wild more often than not.

So far, they seemed to respect her wishes, and she hadn’t heard from them since.

Or… so she thought.

A sudden knock at her door startled Silva from her thoughts, the jarring sound causing the spines at the base and tip of her tail to bristle in response. Confused, she poked her head out from her walk-in pantry, turning a horn toward the door. And when another loud knock sounded, she groaned.

“Great! Wonderful!” she grumbled. “Who in the hell could that be?”

The Au Ra crossed the apartment in fast strides, her long ivory tail swishing behind her as she made her way to the door. Her nimble fingers unlocked several latches before turning the knob and opening it to tell whoever was standing there to go away.

“Look, Miki— for the thousandth time, I do not want to go out anywhere or—” Her retort died on her tongue when it wasn’t her childhood friend standing before her, but the young Lord of Doma — her other lover. “Oh… you’re not my sister.”

The corner of Hien’s mouth twitched as he fought back a smile at her shocked expression. “[Wildflower.] Were you expecting someone else?” he teased.

Warmth filled her cheeks. “I-I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

Not that she wasn’t happy to see him — they’ve both been busy with their duties lately, and it was hard to find the time to meet up. But now she was even more confused. Did they plan a date for tonight, and she somehow forgot about it? That wasn’t like her.

And to think he would find her looking rather dowdy — the old pair of leggings and one of Ricmorn’s hooded sweaters she wore were for comfort and lounging around in. To be worn on a lazy day when dressing up in her ornate dancer gear was too much of a hassle.

He looked past her for a second before finding her wide eyes again. “May I come in?” he asked, adjusting the heavy bag from one arm to the other. “My arms are starting to fall asleep from carrying this around.”

“Oh! Yes, of course, please—”

She opened the door further and moved out of the way so he could walk past her and into the apartment. Her lips turned up into a quick smile when he gave her a chaste kiss and murmured his thanks before walking over to place the bag on the island in her kitchen. Soon, the smell of freshly made food filled her senses, and she prayed her empty stomach wouldn’t suddenly growl. Curiosity getting the better of her, she followed after him.

“You brought dinner?”

Hien grinned, nodding. “All your favorites: the chicken and scallion gyoza, sweet basil fried rice, a few of the spiced meat buns, and the sesame peanut noodles.” Once he laid all the food containers out, he reached into the bag one last time to pull out a full bottle of sake. “And, of course, our favorite drink to share.”

The abrupt but welcoming gesture touched Silva deeply. “After cleaning the entire apartment today by myself, I could use several cups of sake,” she admitted with a light laugh. “Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do this, Hien. I know how busy you’ve been as of late.”

“Think nothing of it, Silva,” he told her, giving her all his attention now. “I figured since you weren’t answering your linkpearl the past few days, something was troubling you. I gave me the excuse to come check on you myself.”

He chuckled when a string of curses left her, and she buried her face into her hands.

“Fuck— Of course, as soon as I take the stupid thing out of my horn, you or Ricmorn would try reaching out to me! Forgive me, I’ve just been—”

He shook his head, cutting her off. “No need to apologize. Your sister told me everything when I asked her what was happening — I understand. Everyone needs a moment to themselves from time to time.” The sound of her relieved sigh filled the space between them, and he couldn’t help but reach out for the tired Au Ra. “And if you wish to continue wanting to be alone, I can leave and—”

“No!” she rushed out, grabbing onto the fur lining of his dogi to keep him in place. “No, please— Stay! I don’t mind your company, and I would be a fool to turn you away after coming all this way with food and drink. You’ll just have to excuse my… frumpy appearance.”

The young lord laughed at her expression. His chest and shoulders shook from the force of it, amusement shining in his eyes. “[Wildflower,] you are anything but frumpy.”

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite Challenge #ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv #silva writes

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Feet land on the ground, a roll being performed after to soften the landing further. Not his first time having to do this, it seems. But of course, he's not one to leave someone who came all this way with him behind.

"Do you think you can land, or will I need to catch you?" A simple question, posed from below to that weird air-pirate cat. She better make a decision fast, before a monster comes chasing after them.

"D-Don't patronize me, I'm coming!"

He decides to leap first and suddenly he thinks he's Eclair Knievel! A hand keeps Alicia suspended on the airship's ladder until it lowers several feet more, to which Alicia deems it safe to jump, cleanly landing on all fours like a cat and just as quickly rising back to two feet.

After this, the kittens drive the airship away to a safe location, leaving the two behind to face the aforementioned threat just as Alicia ordered.

To her understanding, Rowan's blood seems to top the monster's priority list, which is why she deemed it best to leave him behind at the Black Cats' HQ. As for Alicia herself...? W-Well she can't just turn a blind eye when he's obviously so desperate for help, that's all!

With a nimble series of leaps, Alicia climbs to the seat of the Neko Tank, whirring to life with her input just in time for "company" to arrive.

"What IS that thing?!"

#while writing this it occured to me that alicia would not know who evel knievel is so I had to make a LTB stand-in for him #because most of them are named after food #leader of the black cats; ic

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starlightxsvt · 3 years

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3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 years

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A Failed Betrothal (11)

Behold, a new chapter.

And also I am posting this on Ao3 after I finish editing the chapters. (Too lazy to change the ones on Tumblr rn.)

I am going to get rid of hiatus status and post when ever I feel like it.

P.S: Can you believe that it's been a year since I posted the first part?

[Masterlist] [Ao3 link]

(Part 1) (Part 10) (PART 12)

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“Stop right there, Red Hood.” Mayura commanded as her dress flared in the landing. Sentimonsters resembling the Justice League appeared behind her. The most glaring difference was that their skin was the same blue shade as their mistress. They all had the same costume as the originals too but they were all dark blue and peacock feathers replaced each heroes’ signature symbols.

“You must be the insect’s sidekick.. Proves that he is too much of a coward to face me himself so he sends you out to die instead. I am just waiting for the Cat to show up.” He replied as he put away the earrings in his utility belt. “Unfortunately, that means you can’t be around when they arrive.”

“Someone called for me?” A playful yet chilling voice called out. Another figure dropped in front of Mayura in a defensive position. He was dressed in white from head to toe. Pale messy blond hair framed an unhinged grin. But the similarities to the previous Chat Noir were apparent.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

He stood up and introduced himself, “I am Chat Blanc. A white knight in shining leather here to protect this city from you, Monsieur Red Helmet.” He pointed his staff towards Red Hood.

“Not much of a white knight protector if you are teaming up with the supervillain that has been terrorising the same city for years.” Red Hood snorted.

Chat Blanc dropped his charming smile and scowled.

“Awww. Did I hit a nerve?” Red Hood used the same tone as one would a little child, “Seriously, kid. Why would you even team up with the villain if you wanted to fulfil your superhero fantasy? That’s going in the opposite direction. ”

“SHUT UP!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING. CATACLYSM!”

Chat Blanc leaped at Red Hood, only for his hand to stop short a few centimetres from Red Hood, only managing to disintegrate his red helmet to reveal a masked face with white lens widened in slight fear. Red Hood fell on his back with an unceremonious “Oof”.

The black gloved hand that prevented Chat Blanc from catalysming him to ashes was revealed to be the Black Cat’s which is currently wielded by the original Ladybug.

“Why did you stop me, Ladybug? You are a hero and bad guys like him need to be destroyed.”

“Bad guy or not, he still has the right to live and my job is to defeat the akuma which is you.”

He snarled, “You can’t stop me. I will do whatever it takes to show her that I am the hero I was meant to be.” He used his other hand to punch her to which she dodged nimbly.

Red Hood was going to take advantage of Chat Blanc keeping Black Cat occupied only for senti-Superman to appear in front of him and punch him a good few feet away.

Soon, the two cats were locked in a cat fight while Red Hood fended himself against the knock-off Justice League who were trying to get the earrings.

Mayura watched them from her position above them on one of the beams of the Eiffel Tower. To her irritation, Red Hood was very good at evading the senti-monsters and had found that his bullets were able to temporarily keep them down. However, it was only a matter of time before they got the two Miraculous they needed and finally, their goal will be completed.

While riding on the high of near victory, it was only thanks to the fast reflexes granted by the Miraculous that she managed to catch the dagger aimed for her head. In her head, she cursed. It would not be good if she got too cocky while victory was at hand.

“Show yourself.” she demanded.

Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ came out of the shadows, her swords drawn for battle.

“The Guardian’s mother,” greeted Mayura. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

“The Butterfly’s Bitch.” The tigress greeted back with a smirk. “I won’t say that I feel the same. Considering what you put my daughter and her team throughout the last few years. However, I would happily wringed your neck.”

The peacock holder frowned, “If you just let him take the Miraculous he needs, we would not be here facing each other. Your daughter would not need to bear the weight of being a superhero on her shoulders.”

To Mayura’s shock, Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ laughed, “Even if Hawkmoth didn’t happen, it was only a matter of time before my daughter go into vigilantism. But let’s not ignore where the blame rightfully belongs. This whole mess started because of him.”

“Yes, but once we get the wish, you won’t even remember that this had ever happened. Think about it. Your child won’t ever have to worry about akuma attacks. She will be spared from seeing her friends die over and over again.”

“You think that would just be okay if you erased everything and covered it all up, you won’t face the action for your consequences. I have met many people who had covered up everything they had done and thought themselves untouchable. But all of them were brought down by me. You are no different. And don’t think for a second that you know my daughter better than me. If given the choice between stopping Hawkmoth and living a normal life, she would do this all over again in a heartbeat because that is who she is.”

“There is no changing your mind about this then.”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Then you will find that I am not going to go down so easily.” Mayura said as she crouched into a fighting position.

Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ simly did the same, her swords pointed towards the other woman. She crooked one of her fingers as the universal sign for bring it on.

Back and forth they went on the platform, swords and fan clashing. Down below, the Rabbit had recovered and was fighting against the senti Justice League and Red Hood.

Other heroes had finally arrived on the scene. The Turtle, the Fox and the Mouse. They joined the Rabbit in fighting off the senti-monsters.

The senti-Justice League was completely focused on the new arrivals that they forgot about Red Hood.

He used the opportunity to tackle Black Cat away from Chat Blanc who hesitated on who to help. As Red Hood pinned her down to get the ring, Hawkmoth felt a strange mix of desperation and fury. He had always thought that this war he had with the Miraculous Team was going to end in two ways, with him victorious and his perfect family once again completed or the Miraculous Team holding the Butterfly and Peacock with him standing in bitter defeat.

But some low American upstart, with no powers or Miraculous to speak of, was managing to beat both his nemesis and achieve his goal before him? With nothing but a few guns? He was willing to do everything he could to prevent that man from making a wish. Hawkmoth ordered Chat Blanc to stop him as he jumped through his butterfly window, glass shattering onto the garden below and made his way towards the battle.

If he had looked behind him, he would have seen a black figure leaped through the now opened window.

But he didn’t.

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Chat Blanc obeyed Hawkmoth’s command and summoned another cataclysm. At the last minute, Black Cat managed to get out of Red Hood’s hold and pushed the man away from her. The ground where both of them were, disintegrated into a crater.

Red Hood grabbed Chat Blanc out of the hole and kneed him hard in the stomach. He then jumped out to attack Black Cat only for Chat Blanc to grab his ankle and pull him back. The two of them brawled in the crater while Black Cat recovered before going to help her teammates to gain ground.

Up high on the beams of the Eiffel tower, Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ and Mayura were still fighting, and both of them had lost their respective weapons. Natalie Sancoeur was a black belt martial artist in her own right but she was getting frustrated that somebody who should have little experience in fighting was not only holding on her own, she was also actively winning.

Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ found her opening and kicked Mayura but underestimated her own strength, causing the peacock holder to land near where Red Hood was climbing out of the crater and away from panting Chat Blanc. The Gothamite used the opportunity to rip the peacock Miraculous off Mayura and undo her transformation.

The man took out his gun and shot Natalie point-blank in the chest a few times before putting the brooch on, “Dusuu, spread my feathers.”

“Woah, wasn’t half-expecting that to work, to be completely honest.” said the newly transformed Blue Hood whose costume now had the same colour palette as the senti-Justice League.

He created some amoks which were duplicates of Gotham vigilantes with the exception of Batman. He sent senti-Nightwing and senti-Batgirl against Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ and the rest to the other heroes to over power them.

Then, Chat Blanc leaped on the taller man’s back and proceeded to try and grab the Miraculous. Blue Hood tried to shake him off and get the claws clinging to him off. Just as Chat Blanc nearly managed to touch the Peacock Miraculous, a tall man in purple landed in front of Blue Hood with a cane in one hand.

“Hand over the Ladybug Miraculous.”

“Oh, you finally man enough to show your face, Hawkie?” Blue Hood asked as he lifted Chat Blanc over his head and threw him right into Hawkmoth.

Simultaneously, all of the senti-monsters stopped fighting as Blue Hood tossed the akuma bracelet into the air and caught it. He then threw it towards Lady Noire who used cataclysm on the charm and proceeded to do the same to the butterfly.

“What is the meaning of this?” Hawkmoth demanded as he pushed his knocked out and deakumatized son off him and stood up.

“Venom.” someone cried.

He tried to avoid the attack but he felt a prick at his back and then found himself unable to move.

The original Bee, very much not dead, stepped into his field of vision. Beside the Bee was a very much not stabbed Dragon.

The Black Cat smirked, seeing the outrage in Hawkmoth’s eyes. She stood in front of the man who had made her life very difficult and caused several headaches for the past few years. Enjoying the satisfaction of victory over her longest enemy. Too bad that venom won’t last forever.

She turned towards the news crew that had arrived on the scene with the brightest smile on her face.

“Three years ago today, right here, I proclaimed that I would find Hawkmoth and make him hand over his Miraculous. Today, I present to you the man behind the numerous attacks over the years.”

In front of all of Paris on live television, she removed the Butterfly Miraculous to reveal Gabriel Agreste.

Adrien, who had woken up in time to see his father revealed, looked shocked and betrayed at the knowledge that his father was a villain this whole time. The cameras captured the moment he went into denial before letting out a heart-wrenching scream and jumped onto his father. He managed to get a punch on his father’s frozen form before being held back by Bee and Dragon. He was a sobbing mess while Bee, who still had little affection for him as her childhood friend, comforted him as his father was arrested and taken away.

Black Cat leaned into her mother’s side as Paris cheered around them.

Finally, it was over.

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(PART 12)

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camencanto · 2 years

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do you have any camilo headcanons?? <3

DO I

anon, i give u:

super ticklish feet

HATES slow dancing

he just hates it it’s like an irrational hatred of his that he just utterly despises the thought of for literally no reason

sleeps with dolores when he’s anxious

has a hard time fitting in with kids his own age because of his reputation

this can go like,,,either way. they either don’t approach him because they’re intimidated by where he comes from or they make fun of him there’s no in between

winter is his least favourite season bc it reminds him of when he first saw snow after bruno left and pepa wouldn’t get out of bed for days

he’s really, really creative

also super independent for a 15 yo. u could leave that kid in a cabin alone for a week and he’d survive just by happily amusing himself as time went by

antonio is like. his ride or die. u mess with his homeboy and it’s legit game over for u. camilo would hands down kill for that kid he goes on x-games mode fr

i know they barely interacted in the movie but i like to think him and mirabel are properly best friends. like, in a they fight like siblings but tell each other everything kinda way

his default stress-reaction is just crying. he actually cries really easily and tries to cover it up but never really does

does his fucking best to make his mami smile when she’s upset—he’ll go all the lengths and do whatever it takes to get those tears dry

him and felix have a handshake

loves people playing with his hair

has the WORST handwriting you could ever see it legit has to be translated by like a fuckinf linguist because it’s that hard to read

swears like a sailor. he’s actually the worst out of all the grandkids and has gotten beat up so many times by alma bc of his mouth

he reads a lot!

out of all of the madrigals he fights with isabela the most

and it’s usually because she doesn’t have the time for his antics and he knows exactly which buttons to push to piss her off

luisa bench presses him sometimes if he needs cheering up

you know that animation concept of him waving his ruana around like a magician while he shifts? yeah i feel like he does that a LOT

he’s all about the dramatic flair

i know it’s literally canon that he eats a Lot bc he needs it but i sort of hc him to be a really fussy eater as well ?? like he’ll eat so much but rotates between the exact same 4 meals and refuses to try anything else

hogs the bathroom Every Single Morning and enrages pretty much every single madrigal grandkid

he steps out of his bedroom and makes eye contact with mirabel opposite him and they both freeze before fucking sprinting to the bathroom

he’s fast! he loves soccer, loves running around, he’s FULL of energy

he likes to play with antonio a lot, and most weekends you’ll see the two of them around the village having the time of their lives

he’s really good at card games! knows every trick in the book, wins every round, always ends up with his pockets full because he starts betting once the adults have a few glasses of wine in them

he’s got really nimble fingers but he’s still such a clumsy fuck

he can be Horrendously insecure

he can also be very, very moody

sleeps on his tummy

he’s a big hugger and not afraid to show it at All

loves to cook with julieta. he really cherishes their little bake-offs together because it’s such a nice hobby for him

sometimes he has to pull stage curtains over the mirrors in his room when all the reflections get too much for him

he’s had a stuffed chameleon since he was like 4 and still sleeps with it every night

blushes with his ears. they go BRUTALLY red

someone called him annoying once and he still thinks about it sometimes

he’s really bad at math. like, counts on his fingers and cries over algebra homework bad

he can play the piano & accordion really well

loves building forts. will force anyone and everyone to make a blanket fort out of the kitchen furniture. would legit get casita to make a fort with him

he has a collection of little things belonging to everyone he’s ever shifted into hidden in his drawers

bottles up his emotions to the point that he lets every big thing slide until it builds up and something small just makes him explode

he can be really sensitive and goes really quiet if someone’s either intentionally/accidentally hurt his feelings

he’s a little spoon. except for antonio

one of his favourite things to do to wind down is to lie on the couch with his head in pepas lap whilst she untangles every single curl on his head

and that is all for now !! i hope u enjoyed anon & thank u for the ask!

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